#but he plays it off as him happening to find lost sheep

[steddiealltheway]

Something that is canon in my mind that I forget to tell people:

The reason why Steve can’t get bitches in his Scoops Ahoy era is because there’s a rumor going around that he’s gay (probably because someone caught him hooking up with Eddie)

#how else can you explain it??? #he is so so babygirl #all the girls would be literally at his feet begging for this man to date them #unless… they think he’s trying to make them his beard #also with the lipgloss and mascara… #it just adds fuel to the fire #and think. if Steve and Eddie were hooking up before scoops in a fwb gone wrong or secret relationship gone wrong type of situation… #aka Steve catches feelings and runs because of internalized homophobia and a fear of getting caught #there could be a season three rewrite of Steve catching feelings for Robin because she reminds him of Eddie #and after Robin comes out to him #Steve’s like “oh. maybe there are more people like me in Hawkins than I imagined. if she deserves a happy ending with a girl #why can’t I get a happy ending with a guy? #and steve slowly is able to come to terms with his sexuality #meanwhile eddie seeks out Dustin and the kids who steve has ranted and raved about #but he plays it off as him happening to find lost sheep #lots of thoughts… lots of thoughts… #all thoughts to explain why Steve isn’t able to get bitches #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #scoops ahoy steve #stranger things headcanons

[justaaveragereader]

hi omfg i LOVE your work so much???????????? i wanna request a dommingi (mingi acts nice in front of everyone ykwim but is a complete devil with the reader) where he’s at an award show and he brings the reader along, but reader is laughing a little too hard with his friends, mingi shows her who she belongs to. throw in a little pocket knife action too (not so little action pls make sure he seems crazy like he threatens to kill her if she tries to fuck with his friends again)

can u tell i have issues

thx again :p

First of all lemme go cry in the corner before I greet you😭🖤, hello, hey, hiiiii🖤🖤! I’m so happy you love my work ahhhh😭!!! Thank you for reading and enjoying it! Listen…if you got issues that means I got stemming trauma bc the way I was absolutely in LOVEEEEE with this request, I made Mingi more deranged/yandere then I probably should have but I can’t help it😵‍💫I got so carried away🫠none I love more when writers write the members almost psychotic /deranged, almost like true villains …I hope you enjoy this one babes🖤!

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I Own You

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Dom!Mingi, Yandere!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Degrading, Knife Play, Slight Skin Cutting (Nicking The Skin, Slight Paper Cut Type Cut, No Blood), Begging, Slight Primal Play, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking…If I Missed Anything👀👀..Lemme Know!

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Swirling his drink around the ice clinked against the cool glass. His eyes never leave your laughing figure. Clutching your chest, eyes crinkling with each hardy laugh that leaves your mouth. He's known all the members for a couple years, never have they been this funny. This was the con to being an idol, you guys decided to not go public for the safety of yourself. Mingi could care less about his role as being an idol, yet you insisted on not going public nor wanting to shake the public eye, and possibly ruin the group. Yet the way you were laughing with the boys it couldn’t help but make his heart clench, were they the reason why you didn’t want to go public? Yes the boys knew you were an item, but to the public you looked like really good friends…well at least you did. Mingi looked like a love sick maniac.

His eyes cut sharper at you and the seven boys, shooting his drink down, the brown liquor giving him courage. Peeling himself off the bar counter top he makes his way towards you and the members. His long stride, the way his shoes click against the floor, he was on a mission. Your eyes flutter from laughing, you can make out almost every sound that’s happening in the room. Yet there is one sound in particular that catches your ears. The high pitch clicks of Mingis shoes. He makes his way towards the members and you, only to shoot you that fake smile he does, the cool air from him passing by breezes by you and the members. It feels like the world stills anytime he passes by, the draft leaves the lingering smell of his cologne. Your body riddles with goosebumps. You watch as his broad back makes it farther and farther away.

Stretching your neck to see where he’s going, the boys seem to be background noise at this rate. Almost like static, Mingi had you hooked on him like a drug. You were like a moth to the flame, the persona he puts on even for the members has everyone fooled. It even fooled you, which is how you fell into his trap. They say the devil was once the most beautifulest angel, and Mingis beauty did nothing but blind you.

Your body moves on auto pilot, not even bothering to tell the boys that you were going to go find Mingi. Your body just sways to where you can smell the faint scent of him. Bringing you into a dark hall, the air is so still it almost feels unreal. Your body litters with nerves, rubbing your upper arm, you whisper out Mingis name, sounding like a true stray sheep, calling for its shepherd. He can see you from a dimly lit hallway, you look lost, you look astray. You look tempting, yet while his cock hardens with want, his blood pressure rises because you were also the same person laughing way too hard at his members.

“You lost?” His raspy voice speaks up, echoing down the long and poorly light hallway. Your body does such a noticeable jump, he can’t help but smile, while his cock twitches slightly at the sight. Your head turns from side to side trying to figure out where his voice came from. You can hear the vibrations of his deep tone still ringing in your ears. Letting out a small whimper you call out for Mingi once more.

He starts laughing slowly, the sound just bouncing around the walls of the bare space. You look straight ahead, catching a glimpse of his teeth, his smile so big and teeth so bright, with the way the lights are dim he looks like a threat, almost like this isn’t the Mingi you know.

“Come over here.”

Thoughtlessly following his command, your legs move on autopilot. Your brain already feels like mush, his voice bouncing around in your ears, mixing with the scent of him. He’s addicting. He's propped up against a wall, looking down at you, while your eyes stare up at him like he’s got every answer in the world for you. His cool hand comes to brush your cheek bone, coming down to brush against your bottom lip, pulling it down with his thumb before his hand travels down to your throat, yanking your body closer to his, he’s got you almost completely off of the floor, your noses are brushing. You let out a small squeak at the sudden intrusion. His large hand is crushing your windpipe, even though you can barely make out his features you know there is a fire brewing behind his eyes.

“They must’ve been real fucking comedians to make you laugh as much as you did tonight.” He grits out, while he wasn’t physically spitting on you, it felt like he was spitting heat onto your skin. Letting out a choked out noise, he feels his cock twitch, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back with pleasure at the way your poor helpless face contorts in front of him. Your hand comes up to try and pry him off, yet he squeezes tighter. Tears streaming down your face, your nails dig into him.

Letting you go, your body slumps to the floor, your knees hitting the ground first, your hands grip the material of his pants. Your hand lightly brushes over his hard on. You are in a kneeling position, tears stream down your face. You plead with Mingi through choked sobs..

“Min-Mingi it wasn’t like th-that I sw-swear.” Throat raw with emotion and lack of oxygen from him choking you. There you went, his little helpless sheep. Letting out a tsk, Mingi, brushes his thumb across the top of your forehead.

“I treat you well don’t I? And this is how you treat me…”

The disappointment in his voice wraps around your heart and tugs on the strings of it. Your face deepening in a frown, the tears that were wetting his pants were no longer from the pain of him choking you, it was from the pain you caused him, the disappointment that you shed upon him. Your hands grip his pants in desperation. When you feel something cool brush against the temple of your head, your eyes slowly trailing up his chest. The cool steel is settled right against your temple, not daring to make a move. His mouth widens into that horrific smile. The smile that captures people, that smile that lures people in.

“Do I have to drill into your skull who you belong to? Who owns you?” He says, voice sweet as sugar. Your eyes widen even further, your cunt slickens, you're so far gone on this man you can’t help but contort yourself into what he wants. Your eyes shine, mouth opening and closing no sound coming out but a helpless whimper. The sound of that is enough to make his head roll back, palming your head with his other hand, shoving your face against his twitching cock, the small wet stain of pre cum mixing with your tears brushes against your face.

You nuzzle your face against him, making his cock twitch even harder at the new feeling. His mouth drops open, a quiet groan leaving him. The blade of the knife falters slightly, bringing him back to reality, gripping you by your elbow he snatches you up to your feet.

Turning you around quickly he shoves you chest first against the wall, bunching your dress up against your hips, undoing his belt, he shimmies his pants down on his thigh, thick cock springing free, just oozing with pre cum. The cool air on his cock makes him shiver. You let out a soft moan at him manhandling you, your mind clouded with love, while Mingis mind is clouded with lust.

The blade is on the front of your throat, while his other is on your shoulder, thumb brushing against your pulse, he can feel the quick pulsation pump through his thumb. He sticks his cock between your thighs, brushing against your clothed cunt.

“I’m going to use you how I see fit, do you understand me?” He whispers in your ears, his warm breath tickling your ear, the pulsation from his cock on your count has you whimpering, nodding your head you let out a deep breath trying to gather yourself.

The blade bites into your skin, making your body tense up. You choke out a small yes to him, which immediately follows him thrust his hips slowly, cock slickening from how wet you are getting with each second, one particular thrust makes you whimper loudly.

“Who was the funniest between them?”

Biting your lip, trying your best to keep quiet, your mind can’t even fully comprehend what he’s saying. Stopping his sudden thrusts he pulls back slightly, causing you out a small cry when you feel the cool air hit your sticky cunt, strings of arousal cling to the fabric as he hikes it down to your knees, sticking his cock back in between your thighs he gathers as much slick as he can before he starts to thrust between the lips of your cunt, before slamming his cock into your pussy.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He grits out, moving the blade, the cool steel sitting alongside the vein that runs in the side of your neck.

“None of them were as funny as you Min-Oh my god!” You yell out, hands trying to find the closest thing to grip, his hand grips the blade tighter, making it bite your skin, right on the verge of slicing it.

The sudden slamming of his hips, hike you up and down the wall, cries leave your throat, as the biting of the blade continues to rub against your skin, your cunt gets wetter and wetter by the second. The empty hallway fills with your moans, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

“Next time if you even think of cracking a smile at them, I’ll kill you.” He grits, toes clenching in his shoes, you’ve never been this wet before, it’s soaking his pants. Maybe you were just as deranged as he was.

“Or maybe I’ll kill them.” He whispers into your ear, his harsh thrusts making your brain mush, you can feel him brush over your cervix, the squelching noise from your cunt overrides every sound in the hallway, even your pathetic moans. His other hand comes down to your hip. Bringing you down on his cock when he thrusts back, aiding in the powerful strokes he’s delivering to you.

Moving the knife from your vein he holds it to the front of your throat, right above where an adam's apple would lie. The sharp end of the blade pokes your chin, making you moan loudly, with each powerful stroke he gives you, your chin brushes down lightly against the tip of the blade, scratching your skin. With one false move it could easily impale you.

“You hear your pussy talking to me?” He says through clenched teeth, the way your cunt is soaking him, so sloppily he’s so close to the edge.

“She’s telling me she’s sorry, she’s sucking me back in, it’s almost like she knows the boys can’t fuck you like I can, they can’t pleasure you like I do. They could never do half the shit I do.”

His words are like velvet in your ears, the degrading, dirty words flutter in your head like tiny butterflies. Loud whimpers are falling out of your mouth, you attempt to bring your hand up to your mouth trying your best to quiet down when Mingi digs the blade into your neck even harder, you are sure the blade has nicked your skin slightly. Causing you to let out a loud cry, your head knocks against the wall in front of you, crying out Mingis name like it’s a mantra while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Yeaaa, yeaaa that’s it momma, cum on my cock.” He gasps out, tossing his head back, hips speeding up, the tip of his cock crushing against your cervix, walls squeezing him tightly. Milking him for every last drop of cum. His hips jerk slightly trying to help you ride out your own orgasm, as he’s trying to ride out his own.

His body falls forward slightly crushing you against the wall, cock still buried deep into your cunt, knife still present against your throat. The tip of the cool blade is digging fully into your chin. His hot breath pants against your ear, you can feel his heart thump hard against your back. He nudges the blade against your chin, making it dig into your skin further, your head tilts up slightly, eyes looking to the side, catching his wicked smile.

“Remember who you belong to, because next time I won’t remind you. I’ll just show you.”

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[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | mature | written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt 'hole' | wc: 404 | tags: s3 au, scoops ahoi steve, the d-word makes one appareance)

Eddie is used to life not working out the way he wants it to. In fact, he's come to expect it to.

His mom died when he was barely ten, his dad is a petty criminal who never cared for him beyond what Eddie could do for him.

And while he doesn't think there's anything wrong with living in the trailer park, being poor sucks. Dealing to help out with paying bills sucks. Having people make assumptions about him and call him names and treat him as less than just because of that sucks.

So Eddie tries to keep his head above water, trudge through life without making too many waves and hopefully one day reach the shore where he can get some goddamn rest.

He plays with his band, he DMs at Hellfire and gives the lost little sheep of Hawkins High a place to belong while he works his ass off to finally get that goddamn diploma that means he can leave this shithole town behind.

The last thing Eddie needs is a distraction.

The last thing Eddie needs is Steve fucking Harrington working in an ice cream parlor in a sailor's costume across from the record store he started helping out at during summer break.

The last thing Eddie needs is to see Harrington in that downright indecent outfit, with his pale, hairy thighs on display, begging to be bitten, and his fluffy hair fighting against the silly sailor hat, and his lips all shiny like he's wearing some kind of gloss, making Eddie think of those lips wrapped around his dick.

And the last thing he needs, like a hole in the head, is to find out that Steve Harrington? Is actually a good dude.

He never wanted to learn that, is the thing. But when he finally gives in to his animal brain and goes to the parlor to get some ice cream and ogle Harrington up close, he witnesses him greeting a nerdy kid with an imaginary lightsaber handshake.

Eddie is not proud of it, but after that, he starts coming to the parlor every day to get ice cream, always letting Harrington choose for him, only to see him blush a pretty shade of pink at Eddie's harmless flirting.

A crush on Steve Harrington is the last thing Eddie needs in his life, but it's also the best thing that's happened to him in a long time.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing

[obeythebutler]

Welcome to the Devildom: Rules for the House of Lamentation

(Part 1: Welcome to the Devildom!)

Part 2 Mammon

Your room is next to the kitchen, with a tree there. Please keep your room clean, as a part of basic hygiene, and take care to store your valuables safely. They may get misplaced or lost easily.

The decor may seem unsettling for humans. Pay it no heed. The paintings and sculptures are meant for demonic tastes, but we have hidden the more extreme ones.

The heart-shaped flower pot is not a real heart, despite its texture and the phantom sounds coming from it. Magic does the trick, most of time. You may even find underwear hanging off from one of the paintings sometimes. It's only the carelessness of one of the brothers, please inform them at the earliest.

The hallways may seem endless. They are not. Call for Lucifer if you find yourself walking and walking and walking.

Respect the House. It serves all its inhabitants with shelter and safety, and so please take care not to damage any items in it. It has a way of finding out whether the vase you broke was an accident or on purpose.

Site-Specific Rules:

LUCIFER

Please take care to enter his room only after getting explicit permission to do so. Only walk in if Lucifer replies that it is safe to enter. Any deviance from those words means that you have to contact him through his D.D.D. Lucifer is not decent enough to be seen at the moment.

The skeleton in his room has been like that for centuries. Do not disturb its position. If you do, be prepared for a boney hand around your neck, and for the ceiling to collapse.

You may find black feathers scattered around the room sometimes, accompanied by complaints of back pain from Lucifer. Do not acknowledge the feathers, nor help him with his pain. It is his burden to bear. Never should have revolted, shouldn't he?

Do not play any of the records there without asking Lucifer. Many of them are not meant for human ears. You may go insane, and then no one can help a sheep that willingly strayed from its herd.

Complete your tasks on time! No one likes a slacker, and then you will be disciplined according to the way Lucifer sees fit. Please, do not slack off on your tasks.

There is Demonus in Lucifer's room. It is extremely expensive, and a prized possession of his. If you ever find yourself in need of a favour from him, a bottle of vintage Demonus will do the trick, not the swill that you find at Devilmart. Do not steal from him. Procure it honestly.

If you ever happen to stumble across a drunk Lucifer, do not listen to him speak about wars you never read in human theology. He may rant about the 'Great War' or other events that may cause you to lose your sanity. Do not approach him at this time.

You may have figured it out by this point now.

Yes, he is the very same Lucifer you have read about. He revolted, and he fell. Do not ask him about this. How would you feel if someone asked if you would like to continue living or go back to being a mute soul? It is rude to do so, prying into someone else's life.

He will be the one to help you out of any troubles you may find yourself in due to a human's inherent stupidity or his brothers. Thank him appropriately.

Remember, the golden rule for Lucifer! Three strikes and you're out!

Next page: Mammon!

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve sniffled as he cleaned off Eddie's gravestone once again. The town had been saved, the crack closed, and somehow Vecna had been defeated. No one really knew what happened. Only that a mysterious figure with wings had saved their asses. El was still trying to find them, but they were hiding themselves pretty well. Hopper believed he slunk back into the Upside Down before it closed, but no one else believed that, especially Dustin. He didn't say it outloud, but he knew the kid believed that it had somehow been Eddie. Steve didn't want to discourage him or get his hopes up. He didn't know what to do.

All he could do now was to keep cleaning Eddie's headstone. Edward Munson: Now At Peace. Yeah, right. People keep spray painting "burn in hell" across the headstone. He didn't deserve this. . . Even in death, they were still fucking with him. Steve let out a strangled yell and threw the rag.

"It's not fucking fair!" Steve snapped.

Steve breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. He stared at the headstone and did some breathing exercises to help calm him down. Now would be the perfect time to tell him everything, at least, Robin said it would help.

"I never got to really know you, man," Steve said. "And I really wish that I did, though. I wish I could see you play that guitar even at the Hideout. . .to see you up on that stage. I kind of wanted to see you graduate, too. I would have loved to see you give Higgins the finger. I always hated that guy. Fucking asshole. I would have loved to see you DM up on your throne. I'm not sure I would be able to play, I honestly would have gotten distracted. I wish I knew more than that, though. Like, what's your favorite song? Your favorite movie? Your favorite color, man? I don't know. . .anything. I wish you were here to tell me. I just wish. . ."

He stood there for a moment as though he were expecting an answer. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He went to reach for the rag, but someone beat him to it. A man with a hat over his head and sunglasses on his face was kneeling in front of Eddie's grave. Steve had no clue who it was.

"Let me help, son," the man said in a deep southern accent.

Steve had been spending enough time with Wayne and Dustin to realize that this man sounded an awful lot like Wayne with his accent. He knew it wasn't Wayne, though, because this man was too young and he knew that Wayne was working.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Steve asked.

"I just want to help, boy," the man said. "A handsome man like Eddie Munson doesn't deserve this. Although, I guess you could say he is hot as hell."

"That's a weird thing to say about a dead guy," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "Did you know him?"

"You could say that. You could also say that I knew him a little too well," he said. "I kind of overheard your speech there, son. I can answer some of those questions for you, ya know?"

"I - would like that," Steve said softly as he grabbed the extra rag and knelt down to clean up the headstone.

"Well, most people would think differently about his favorite song. He loved the song Rolling Stone by Muddy Waters. His mama would teach him how to dance to that song. Sometimes, she would place him on her feet. He loves red, but he also loves the color blue," the man said. "He loves Conan the Barbarian. He used to sneak into the theater with his best friend, Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, she was the first friend he ever made, and she was never more than his best friend despite him making an embarrassing move on her," he chuckled.

"That sounds familiar," Steve laughed. "He told you all this?"

"In a way," he said. "Ronnie showed him the way into leading lost sheep. His uncle gave him the kick in the ass he needed into not giving a fuck what other people thought of him. He still had some learning to do. He was kind of queer in the head, though, despite all of that."

"What? Who cares what he was into?" Steve scoffed. "Are you seriously judging him on that? I'm queer in the head myself."

"Wait, hold on, son. I ain't judging him for that, and you do know that queer also means weird, right?" The man asked.

"Yeah. . .I mean, I forgot," Steve stuttered.

"Should I just forget that you came out to a complete stranger, son? Doesn't matter, I didn't have a problem with Eddie being like that," he said, and then he dropped the accent. "I can't believe you did that!"

He dropped the hat and the sunglasses, slapping his knees as he stood up. Steve gaped up at him. His hair was cut short, but he would recognize those dimples anywhere. He was grinning wildly down at Steve.

"Eddie?!" Steve choked and he stood up.

"Hey, Stevie," Eddie said.

It was the first time he had called him that, and it made his stomach flutter. His brain tried so hard to comprehend that it was Eddie, but he looked so drastically different without his hair that he couldn't really focus. He noticed that he was also wearing a hoodie and a polo that looked awfully familiar.

"Hey, that's my polo," Steve said.

"Yeah, I broke into your house," Eddie said. "I wanted to look the least like myself."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"So, that people won't try to murder me, Steven," Eddie said.

"No, I mean, I get that. Why the deception?" He asked.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Munson. I like to be dramatic," he said, and he held out his hand. "Go ahead, take it."

Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie's like he was shaking his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and Steve couldn't help but stare at it.

"You're real," he whispered.

"Very," he grinned.

"Why is your hand so cold?" Steve asked.

"I'm vampire now so. . . ," Eddie said, shaking his head from side to side.

"You were the mysterious figure that destroyed Vecna," Steve said in realization.

"He tried to make me his little bitch. Wanted me to do all his dirty work and kill of you," Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "No thanks. I can't even clean my room when my uncle asks, and I love the man. Do you think I'm going to kill people I care about for someone I hate? Yeah, no."

"You saved us. You saved this town despite the fact that they hate you for no goddamn reason," Steve said.

"Well, my dad conned half the town, so yeah," Eddie shrugged, and then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I saved Higgins! You should have seen the egg on his face. He does know I'm alive, but he probably feels guilty about blackmailing me into dropping out in '84 now."

"He did what?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, crazy story. I should tell you all about it over dinner," Eddie said.

"That was smooth," Steve smirked.

Eddie ran his hand over the vest Steve was wearing and smirked.

"My vest looks good on top of a polo," Eddie said and paused, looking at him softly. "I'm not going to waste my chance this time. Hey, Steve?"

Suddenly, Steve was brought back to the Upside Down, and Eddie had looked at him with meaningful eyes before they parted ways. The memory was soon gone.

"Yeah?"

Eddie grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer as he deepened the kiss as Steve gripped his hips. Eddie broke the kiss, allowing Steve to breathe.

"We're kissing over your grave," Steve said.

"Better than walking over it," Eddie cackled.

Steve suddenly began pushing him backward until Eddie's back hit the tree that was next to his grave. He pressed his body up against Eddie's and covered his mouth with his own. He really should care that he was making out in a cemetery, but all he was aware of was Eddie. Eddie's mouth against his, Eddie's tongue making its way back in, and Eddie's hands quickly pulling his polo out of his pants so his hands could press themselves against his skin. All that mattered was how alive Eddie was and how much Steve could feel it. It was like all the lights were turning on inside of him, and it was Eddie that was flipping them on. Steve quickly broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against his, breathing heavily.

"We better stop before we do something else in cemetery that we're not supposed to," Steve said.

"Probably a good idea," Eddie said. "I think we just gave a granny quite a shock."

Steve looked over his shoulder and saw an older woman standing a few yards away, looking appalled.

"My God. She's literally clutching her pearls," Steve said.

"What do you think it is? That we're two men or that we're making out in a graveyard?" Eddie asked.

"Young man, my hearing is just fine! I don't care if you two have dicks! I mind that you two are fooling around in the place where the dead sleep!" She scowled.

Eddie and Steve looked at her in shock for a moment.

"I was not expecting her to say that," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Who would?" Eddie asked and glanced at the old woman. "Alright, time to adopt a grandmother."

"No, Eddie, we have to tell everyone you're alive, especially Wayne and Dustin," Steve said.

"Right. . .Dustin. Shit, I died in front of him. I know this is a stupid question, but how is he?" Eddie winced.

"Devestated but also hopeful that the mysterious figure who saved us all was you," Steve said and took Eddie's hand. "Let's get you home."

They laced their fingers together and walked out of the cemetery, apologizing to the granny as they left. They didn't care if anyone saw them, but after the town nearly went apocalyptic, how could anything else matter? The only thing that mattered was that they were both very much alive.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi! really love how you work angst to happy endings in your stories, they’re written so well! Can I request a story that goes something like this?:

Let’s say the guys are having a hard time progressing at a certain point in Eddie’s campaign and one of them suggests to take a peek at Eddie’s notebook for some hints and they ask reader if she could help distract Eddie. When they almost get caught reader ends up kissing Eddie to distract him from seeing one of the guys. The kiss kinda gets heated for both of them but once the coast is clear reader abruptly stops the kiss and leaves but now Eddie suddenly has heart eyes for reader and tries to romance her after. she does fall for him until he finds out the truth about the kiss and gets all upset thinking she doesn’t like him at all.

Idk what else but please make it a happy ending! Hehe thank you!

I love this! Absolutely. I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Y/N has been part of Hellfire for a few months now, and Eddie has been stuck on her since. He used his leader status to convince her she needed to be seated next to him at all campaigns, an excuse to be near her at all times. But he also didn't want a relationship, so he didn't try to become anything more.

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The club were growing frustrated, every week they played Eddie's campaign and struggled to make progress. Finding themselves stuck and no idea of the direction to go.

They tried to talk about their ideas when Eddie was gone, but he'd always find out what they were planning. Snickering that their ideas would not be successful. Every idea led to failure.

Now the club sat in the hellfire room, thinking hard of what the next step would be. Eddie ran to use the restroom, knowing his sheep needed time to plan their next move.

"This is impossible....maybe we need to cheat." Mike thought out loud. The rest of the club snapped to look at him.

"Are you crazy? He would actually kill us." Dustin replied. He truly thought Mike had lost his mind.

"But honestly it's all we got. There's no way we are going to make any progress without any sort of direction and you know he isn't going to give it to us." Lucas added.

Dustin felt wrong about cheating and Y/N did too.

"I don't know. He works really hard and that's an easy way out." She said, she didn't want to discredit all of Eddie's hard work.

"It's the only option." Mike said. Reaching forward to snatch Eddie's notebook.

The club quickly read through the notes, knowing Eddie would walk back in at any second.

Dustin quickly wrote down what he thinks would be helpful and used it to their advantage.

"Quick he's coming!" Mike rushed out

Dustin tried to write as fast as he could, "Just a lit-" But the door opened, and Eddie came walking in.

His eyes landed on the club suspiciously huddled together over the table.

"What are you guys doing?" Eddie asked, trying to get closer to peek

The club panicked, "Y/N do something." Lucas whispered in her ear.

Her mind blanked she didn't know what to do, but his heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer.

She panicked, feeling his body inches away, if he got any closer he would see what they were doing.

"Hey, I a-" Eddie was caught off when Y/N smashed her lips on his. He felt his body go into shock, her lips were warm and soft. Something he didn't really think about, but now he knew it was all he was going to think about.

Her hands were in his hair, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He was running his hands all around her body, craving to touch her and touch her everywhere.

She whined as he rolled his tongue against hers, a deep groan leaving his throat as she tugged on his hair.

Dustin cleared his throat, alerting Y/N that he finished writing down the notes.

The sound knocked her back to reality, and she pulled away. Her face was on fire as she refused to look at him.

Eddie blinked watching as she sat down like nothing even happened.

~~~

A few days passed since the kiss, and neither has talked about it. The club acted as if the kiss never happened. Eddie was starting to think maybe she found it a mistake.

Eddie craved her more and more. He feels he has fallen for her even more. He wanted her, but he fears she doesn't want him.

The club was successful in completing the mission. And to celebrate, the club went to dinner. Eddie sat across from Y/N, at the end of the table. The rest of the club was stuffed in the booth next to them.

The club was talking about their big win, with cheers all around. Eddie was proud of his club but curious as to how they pulled it off.

"How did you guys do it? You went from being so behind to knowing everything." Eddie said, looking at his club suspiciously.

"We might have cheated," Dustin admitted. He felt ashamed and he needed to get it off of his chest.

"When?" Eddie asked he had a feeling something like that happened, but he wasn't mad.

"When you were tongue deep in Y/N's mouth." Mike laughed

The club laughed but Y/N shrunk in her seat, Eddie's eyes snapping to her instantly. A hurt expression crossed his face.

She kissed him so they could cheat?

She didn't like him at all

"Oh? So that kiss was just a distraction?" Eddie asked. The shakiness in his voice made her look right back at him, guilt in her stomach.

He took her silence as an answer, "I'm gonna go smoke." He snapped, moving out of the booth.

He stormed out of the restaurant, not looking back as he leaned against the wall to light his cigarette. He felt like an idiot, of course, she wouldn't like him. She was way too good for a loser like him.

Y/N felt horrible watching him through the window, "Should I talk to him?" She asked

The group looked between her and Eddie, Dustin was the first to speak up

"I think you should."

She nodded and removed herself from the booth.

A gross pit in her stomach as she found Eddie against the wall.

"Hey, can we talk?" She asked

"About?" Eddie shrugged

"The kiss" She muttered out

"Didn't mean anything, so what is there to talk about?" He asked, inhaling the smoke as he stared at her.

"Eddie, look it wasn't like that. Yes, I kissed you as a distraction, but it wasn't nothing." She admitted

"No, I get it. You kissed me so you guys could cheat. No care about my feelings about anything of it." Eddie snapped, rolling his eyes.

"I knew cheating was wrong and disrespectful to you, and we shouldn't have done it. And it was wrong to kiss you out of nowhere, and as a distraction. And I'm sorry for that." She said

"I appreciate the apology." He said she hated that he had no emotion on his face or behind his voice.

She figured that was the end of it, nodding to herself as she went to head inside, but he stopped her.

"Why was your first thought to kiss me?" He asked, he hoped in some way she was attracted to him or even liked him.

She got shy at the question, feeling her face warm as she thought it over.

"Because I've always wanted to." She shyly admitted. Her hands were in her pockets as she looked up at him

The shock on his face was clear to see, the cigarette hanging from his lip as he stared at her.

He didn't expect her to actually be into him.

"Did you kiss back because you wanted to? Or so I wouldn't embarrass myself?"

"I wanted to." He admitted, smashing his cigarette into the concrete, as he smiled in her direction.

She smiled back, a new atmosphere enclosing them.

"Can you do it again?" She asked, stepping forward as she leaned in.

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting up her chin with his finger.

Meeting her lips halfway, his stomach fluttered at the familiar feeling of her lips.

She tasted his cigarette, and she loved it. The kiss felt dirty and hot. Their bodies crave each other and now they can give in.

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[delopsia]

del 💐 do the trio have any animals? like, cows, chickens, sheep, goats? or do they maybe just have horses, dogs, and cats? but! do robby and reader ever catch rhett napping with any of the animals that they have inside or outside?

*whispers* i don’t have a tiktok but i have seen an amount of farm videos uploaded elsewhere of people napping with cows, or the one of the tiny baby lamb getting scritches and knocking its hoof against the person when they stop? but also big rhett curled up with big dogs—i actually don’t know how big shepherding dogs are (if they have cows), or if you can nap with a horse? but cat naps in the sun with a cat? omg 🌷 but you tell me, darling! what’s going on in that household?!

I almost hit "Answer Privately" when I was drafting this and nearly had a heart attack.

omg wait why have I never really considered this 😭 I have so many thoughts. (Sidebar, I'm writing this assuming nobody has any allergies. If you're allergic to a particular animal, just...skip over that portion and pretend it never happened <3)

There's never really...been a plan for pets; they've sort of just happened? Aside from the chickens that Bob gets after he leaves the Navy (three Buff Orpingtons and two silkies. I elaborate more on this in Rhett's A Borderline Disney Princess), nobody has actually sat down and said, "Hey, I want to get this particular animal for this reason." Instead, the animals sort of...find them instead.

The first Winter in the new house, two days before Christmas, Rhett inexplicably didn't come home when he was supposed to. The Reader and Bob had called and texted him, but the most they'd gotten was a rushed promise of "I'll be home soon." He's usually home come dinner time, but by the time Bob and Reader had ate, showered and watched a pre-bedtime movie, their cowboy was nowhere to be seen.

So when a shivering Rhett and his buddy Archie came bursting through the door, snow clinging to their hair and the bottom of Archie's beard, the Readrer and Bob didn't know what to think. And Rhett was so focused on what resided in the box to see the way Bob's face lit up when a choir of tiny, tiny meows echoed through the kitchen.

Kittens. Dumped out on the ranch, Rhett and Archie have been working. Feral, spicy little things. Big enough to climb a tree and evade two cowboys but not old enough to survive without their momma. There are five of them: two white, a one-eyed calico, one solid black, and an orange. And every single one of them is rightfully pissed off, puffed up, and spitting at anyone who dares reach for them. Rhett's hands are torn to hell. Archie nearly lost an eye.

The Reader knows right away that they're going to wind up with at least one. Because Bob keeps peeking into the box and giggling when a flurry of hissing erupts, muttering under his breath about how he just wants to play with them. It does take him some time to coax them out, but by morning, he's befriended one of the white kittens. She may be small, but she's on his heels like a trained killer. Climbing up his sweats, squealing at the top of her lungs, and biting at his fingers.

She's a keeper.

The second kitten is chosen when Rhett takes a nap on the couch and wakes to find that the calico has cuddled up on his chest. Only to puff up and scratch his jaw when he tries to touch her, but she refuses to get off of him.

The white kitten is named after the mother cat from Aristocats, Duchess. And the one-eyed calico...her name is Egg. Because Bob was cooking once, and she knocked an entire carton of eggs off the counter. What better way to memorialize Bob's ruined breakfast plan then by naming the cat after it?

Archie finds this missing mom about two weeks later, just as feral and vicious as her babies. But what do you know, his wife came to the ranch one afternoon and had that damn cat purring in her lap before the sun had set. The cat is now affectionately named Rose, and she's treated better than most people.

Meanwhile, the remaining three find homes on their own. Archie takes the black one, and Rueben and Mickey drive four hours just for the remaining white, but the orange takes a while. He's an adventurous handful who gets his head stuck in a discarded peanut butter jar and somehow got shut in the fridge for about fifteen minutes (he was found snuggling with the jam and the butter).

Until Jake, in the middle of some cross-country road trip, spent the night and impulsively adopted the little ball of mischief. A match made in hell. Where he goes, that cat goes. Walks at the beach, hiking, swimming, road trips, and vacations. The cat even comes to the bar with him.

And then, of course, is the time that Rhett buys a handful of button quail from some guy at the gas station. Despite his avid despise of chickens, Rhett's built a nice little pen for the quail, borderline luxury. It's learned very quickly that Egg will steal the eggs...don't ask how Rhett managed to pry the delicate thing out of her greedy little jaws.

It was traumatic for both of them.

Once, the three were snuggled up on the couch, recovering from a flu that even had the cats sneezing when an advertisement for a local animal shelter flashed across the television. Rhett had pointed to one of the dogs in the background, curled up in the back of its kennel, unnoticed by the person filming. Bob had jokingly said they should go visit the poor thing, not really intending to follow through, but the Reader just couldn't get it out of their head.

So, spontaneously, on a day off, they visited the shelter and spent a half hour searching for the little thing. Until they found him, a German Shepherd-Australian Cattle Dog mix named River by a previous owner. He'd been returned four times for herding children, escaping, and being an overall hellion. One of many, many backyard-bred dogs with too much energy to be a stay-at-home family dog.

The Reader isn't so sure about adopting them, this dog needs a job that they can't exactly provide but they keep coming by every Thursday to take River on a walk, and Rhett's starting to take notice, eventually tagging along to meet River for himself.

You can imagine Bob's surprise when he came home to a new dog in the house. Just a two-week trial to see if they're the right fit because Rhett's gotten it in his head that this dog has what it takes to work on a ranch. He's trained ranch dogs back in Wabang; it's nothing particularly new to him.

It's the longest six months of everyone's lives, keeping River out of the cat litter, breaking him of stealing food, and teaching him his manners, but one way or another, River joins the family. He's got an outdoor kennel and a doggie door to choose when he goes in and out (which is now fully cat-proofed because Egg got out and went on an adventure once).

He floats about the house on days off, hops in the truck with Rhett when he heads off to work, and he's taken to herding cattle a lot quicker than anyone could have expected. River does prefer to lounge in his outdoor area over indoor, but he'll come up to steal some snuggles on the couch every once in a while. Rhett's his primary victim; there have been many times when someone's walked in the living room to find Rhett and River knocked out, snoring.

Likewise, Rhett's been photographed many a time sleeping with his horse while on the clock. Sometimes, there's an hour or two where they're waiting for something to get finished, and there's nothing else to do. So he finds himself a nice spot in the grass, lays down, and slowly but surely, his mare Isabela comes wandering over. Most of the time, she'll just sit and "stand guard" while he naps, but every once in a while, she'll lie down nearby.

The Reader and Bob are cat magnets. They can lay down just about anywhere and wake to a collection of felines around and on them. Bob once fell asleep on the porch swing and woke up to the neighbor's tabby sitting on his legs. And Egg will actively curl herself around someone's head if she can get away with it without waking someone up.

Bob also just...comes home with a duck one day. Found it injured on the side of the road, so of course, he had to pick it up, take it to the vet, and bring it home. And well, the duck has to have friends, and ideally, they need to be in groups of five to six.

So now they have seven ducks that just do their own thing. They go up in their pen every night, are let out when Bob gets up, and wander about the fenced-in portion of the property, quacking about how they plan to kick Rhett's ass the next time they see him.

That's how Rhett views it, anyway.

Normal animals and chickens aside, they don't really own any farm animals. Mostly because nobody has the energy to look after them, and they already get their fix through Rhett's job. Want to meet this year's crop of lambs? Goats? The new donkey? What about Archie's new mule? Calves? They're all a hop and a skip away at Rhett's place of work, free to visit whenever.

Rhett's also a primary catalyst in the "no farm animals" category, primarily because he knows how much of a responsibility those animals can be. It's no fun being stuck at home taking care of animals and not being able to go on vacations because you have nobody to look after them while you're gone.

Though there is the odd occasion where a heifer rejects her calf or passes unexpectedly, and Rhett winds up bringing the baby home to keep an eye on for the night... who would have thought that you could fit a calf in the passenger seat of a truck?

💃💐 🦆

#rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #delgato's asks #tw food mention #hawthorn au

[jardin-de-limaginaire]

Virtuous Cycle (male! oc x gn! reader) (DARK) (I/III)

"I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT!"

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: obsessive behaviours, angsty (NO ROMANCE, THIS IS MEANT FOR HORROR/THRILLER PURPOSES), reader is only mentioned

3rd January, 1941,

??? point of view

The courtroom was suffocating to me, as the stale air hung heavy with judgement. The judge, a stern figure dressed in black robes, stared down at me from his elevated perch as if trying to peer through the deepest parts of my soul.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the cold, unforgiving wood beneath me serving as a reminder of the atrocities I've committed, the actions I've made only for them. My eyes darted around the room, seeking any form of escape, only for my hope to be shortly cut off by the dark atmosphere and judging eyes of people I didn't know and knew.

The prosecutor, a man with a cold and merciless gaze, rose from his seat like a vulture circling its prey. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," He acknowledged, the audience's gaze following him, no longer looking at me with those terrifying glares. "we stand here today to unveil the face of a killer. A man who, in cold blood, extinguished the light of innocence."

The words echoed in the room and through my head, amplifying the dreadfulness that clawed my conscience. I could feel the weight of the accusations pressing down on me, threatening to consume me whole. Desperation clawed at my throat as I tried to find the right words, the words that would make them understand.

"Viator Goodwin," the prosecutor sneered, emphasizing each syllable as if trying to etch my name into a stone wall. "A man who, by all accounts, appeared to be just ordinary. Truly a wolf in sheep's clothing."

The air in the room grew thicker with each passing moment, thick enough to cut it with a knife if possible. The eyes of the spectators bore into me like a thousand needles through my heart. I knew I had to speak, had to make them understand the torment that had driven me to commit the unspeakable. With a confident voice, I raised my right hand. "Your honour, I plead insanity."

Murmurs of disbelief swept through the room, the judge's eyes narrowing at my proclamation. "Insanity, Mr Goodwin? Do you truly believe that defence will pardon you of your sins?"

I looked into the judge's eyes, pleading for mercy that I knew wouldn't come if I didn't play my cards right. After all, I couldn't plead for my innocence, after everything I had done for that tempter, that liar that should've been my spouse by now. Oh, if only they could've accepted my love, none of this would've happened. Not one innocent's blood would've been spilt if only they could've been mine. "Your Honour, I...I was driven to madness. The darkness consumed me, and I lost control of my actions. I had a good heart, I was seldom insane until that demon possessed me!"

The judge leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "The court will hear your defence, Mr. Goodwin, but know this: the so-called "demon" that led you astray will not shield you from the consequences of your actions."

As I began recounting the torturous descent into the abyss that had become my life, the room seemed to close in around me. The echoes of my words full of despair bounced off the walls, creating a silent room of people whose families were the victims of the massacre I had created with my own two hands. In this cold, unforgiving courtroom, I stood alone, condemned by the very darkness created in my soul, that had whispered its malevolent promises into my fractured core.

As I spoke, the room fell silent, the gravity of my words hanging like a veil. "Your Honour," I began, my voice laced with desperation, "the actions I committed were caused by (Y/N) (L/N) who unravelled the fragile threads of my sanity. They wove their influence into the very fabric of my judgement, and I became their puppet, dancing to the sick and twisted tune they created."

I could see their family in the distance, looking at me in disbelief, as if I uttered Satan's name. The murmurs rippled through the courtroom as the spectators gave me the same look (Y/N)'s parents gave me. It was true, (Y/N) was known as the sweetest person in town, always helping those in need, always being polite, and always being kind. Oh, how they couldn't see through their facade, that mask of beauty they have always worn, to hide the rotting soul they had underneath.. The judge's gaze remained stern.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," I continued, my words dripping with bitterness, "a siren in the disguise of innocence. They lured me into the abyss with their honeyed words and enticing smile. I was but a moth attracted to the flame, and in their presence, reason abandoned me."

I could feel the eyes of the jury on me, judging my every word the prosecutor's scepticism was evident, and I could sniff the mockery in the air, taste the shame I would have to endure if I didn't act adeptly. But I pressed on, unravelling the tale of that siren's seduction and the subsequent descent into madness that led me to commit heinous acts.

"They bewitched me, Your Honour, with promises of love. I was trapped in their web, a willing victim to the poison that dripped from their lips," I declared, my hands trembling with the weight of my confession.

The prosecutor rose, his voice cutting through the silence. "Your Honour, the defendant's attempt to shift the blame onto one of the massacre victims is nothing more than a desperate ploy. We must seek justice for the lives he has taken, not to entertain baseless accusations"

The judge nodded solemnly, signalling for me to continue with my defence. Oh how much I hate this prosecutor. If only I could cut his tongue. The room hung in suspense as I recounted the relationship I had with (Y/N) (L/N) before everything went downhill, that cursed name rolling on my tongue like a sickeningly sweet bon-bon, each word a damning testimony to the insanity that slowly took over me. The prosecutor's objections echoed, but I painted a vivid picture of their influence, leaving the courtroom flabbergasted.

As I finished my tale, the judge's expression hardened. "Mr. Goodwin," he declared, "your attempt to lay blame elsewhere does not absolve you of the crimes you committed. The courtroom will consider your plea of insanity, but rest assured, you shall be condemned to the electric chair, for you have committed the worst sin to have ever been bestowed in this courtroom: homicide. 8 people dead, 5 injured."

I could feel fury bubble up inside of me. How could they immediately sentence me to my death?! "But sir, can't you understand? I'm an insane man, driven to madness by that bitch! I should be sent to the infirmary! For the sake of humanity, they deserved to die of their blight! That seducer deserved everything that happened to them!"

The judge didn't seem too pleased with the way I acted. "One more word out of you, Mr Goodwin, and I'll hold you in contempt."

"I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT!"

Hello my lovelies, thank you for reading this short story I created in the middle of the night. Please remember to reblog if you enjoyed it, as I'm going to make a part II and III once I get 100 notes. Toodles! ~Luce

#⚜ eden writes #tw dark themes #x reader #fanfic #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #imagines #yandere #dark #yandere oc #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #reader insert #Tags are only for reach #horror #thriller

[readysteddiewoe]

part 3 of modern spider-man!Steve au

Previous part << here

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Eddie was supposed to be having a good day. He’d woken up well after noon to a day void of any plans, free to spend it however he wanted, then had quickly gotten roped into playing DD for Jeff and Gareth for a party he doesn’t even want to attend. Maybe he can still salvage his evening. Talk to people, have some fun. But his mood sours further watching the newest attendees walk through the door, Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington with a t-shirt that might as well just be body paint, fuck.

Eddie scoffs to an audience of himself and his solo cup. God, drunk Eddie has more fun at parties, he misses him. He retreats into the kitchen with a bag of cheetos he stole, nay deserved, after watching Harrington take a body shot off of some girl.

A mere 15 minutes after, Harrington goes missing. Gareth and Jeff just roll their eyes when he points it out. It's not like Eddie was looking for him. No, he has better things to do with his life.

"You're giving him mixed signals, dude," Gareth accuses him.

"What mixed signals? There are no signals,"

"You literally glared at him when he tried to say 'hi' just now,"

"Yeah, and then you looked straight at him the whole time you were licking cheeto dust off your fingers," Adds Jeff, the traitor.

"We saw everything, slut,"

"Bet Steve would let you take a shot off his abs if you ask," Jeff wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie and gets a smack in return.

Later, while he's playing bartender for Gareth and Jeff (making nightmare inducing concoctions) as they watch with increasing trepidation, a frazzled looking Nancy Wheeler storms in. Eddie is aware that the three of them are staring and its a tiny bit creepy, but holy shit, it's not everyday you see a future valedictorian try to chug jungle juice like some frat-bro party animal. She manages maybe two whole sips.

Eddie, feeling some sort of duty to one of his lost sheep to bring his sister back home safe, speaks first. "You, uh, okay there, Wheeler?"

And so Wheeler goes into a long winded explanation about how she and Jonathan broke up (they're still friends though) many months ago and how she and Robin got closer when Nancy went to the movies one day, feeling super lonely and how they continued meeting up and hanging out and-- Eddie can totally see how Robin's influence has rubbed off on Wheeler from the way she's rambling-- one thing lead to another and now they've been secretly dating for almost a whole month and Robin keeps chickening out of telling Steve about it because he's her best friend (Eddie makes a mental note to ask her how that hell that happened) and she's terrified of hurting him.

She stops and takes in a huge breathe.

"Damn, Wheeler,"

"And that not even the worst part--" Oh she's not done yet.

Apparently the real drama happened when Steve had accidentally walked in on Robin and Nancy sucking faces in host's bedroom, but the story ends in a cliff hanger after Wheeler got thrown out of the room by the two of them so they can talk in private. Shame. They've all moved to a couch, watching the pale blue door of the room in question like they can x-ray-vision their way into seeing what's going on inside.

"I mean, I think I can take him if it comes to it," Nancy says, like Harrington is going to burst out of the room demanding to fight for his best friend's honour. Eddie finds the whole mental image hilarious, he almost wants it to happen. Nancy takes another big gulp from her solo cup and grimaces.

"I can take him," Eddie volunteers. Gareth almost snorts punch out of his nose. "What? You don't think I can take him?"

"I think she means fight, Eddie," Jeff quips from his other side, sending the rest into fits of giggles.

"You two can find your own way home later," he jabs a finger at them, unimpressed. Jeff is interrupted by the door to the room swinging open and they all rush to act natural as Robin skips out, throwing herself into the seat beside Nancy.

"All good, sweetheart," Robin announces and throws her a dorky wink. He's happy for them, but the drama-loving bitch in Eddie thinks that was anti-climatic.

He almost has a heart attack when Harrington basically materialises behind the couch with two glasses of water, handing one to Robin and the other to Nancy. When she does to take it from him, he doesn't let go. "Wheeler, I know you're stronger and smarter than me. But if you hurt her--"

"Steve!" Buckley hisses at him. Up close, Eddie can see every shift of muscle when Steve moves. Shit.

"You will fucking regret it," He lets go of the cup. And then wraps Nancy in those fucking arms (Eddie imagines his t-shirt weeping when he bends down) planting a big kiss on the side of her head. "I'm so happy for you two," he announces jovially.

The five of them sit in silence after Harrington bounds off to his next destination. Predictably, Robin breaks first, "Glad to see he's being very normal about this,"

"Wait, he swiped my drink," Lo and behold, Nancy sits solo-cup-less, only the glass of water in her hand.

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It's scorching in his Spidey suit. A fire is not one of the events Dustin had planned for, but the fire engines are nowhere near so Steve has to try. At least his mask has built in filters effectively keeping out the smoke.

He finds her hunkered down on the bathroom floor, a wet towel blocking the gap between the floor and the door, another one she wears as a mask. All he feels is relief when he scoops her and she clings to him.

"Hold on," Steve feels a little bad when Erica yells the entire way they swing to the adjacent rooftop. She wobbles on her feet when he sets her down, but her voice is steady when she snarks at him.

"Thank you for scaring the hell out of me, Steve Harrington,"

Steve practically rips the mask off his face. "How the hell did you know it's me?" How the hell are these kids finding him out so easily, god.

"You're gonna want to build a voice modulator into your suit if you don't want more people finding out, dingus," arms crossed, Erica's eyebrows are raised as if saying, duh.

Steve sighs. Okay, fair point, he'll have to ask Dustin about that one. Again.

"I'll help," She grins.

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A/n: scoops troop unite!!!

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #spidey!steve #mine

[portias-husband]

Hi! may I request an Asra x gn reader, with a reader that goes to the lazaret for comfort like when the reader is sad they go there to cry or anything (it can be angsty as heck if you like)

Thank you I hope you are doing well <3

That is such a good idea i feel like mc would do that.

Also i wrote this while in a selective mutism episode so the reader is gonna be the same.

Asra x gn! reader who finds comfort in the lazaret

He sometimes finds the shop unruly, the sign that something had happened. You had clearly had some kind of ordeal.

Asra sighed. This could mean only one thing. You weren’t in the shop and the door was slightly ajar, you had gone out. There was only one place you went when the thoughts in your head got like this. A place to empty your mind and feel grounded. At peace. Connected to the world again.

Locking the door behind him, he flipped the sign to closed and made his way through town. People gave him polite nods, others sneered. They were used to it by now. Running a magic shop will make people have mixed reactions toward you.

“Following a lost sheep, Asra?”

The docker smiled a soft, understanding smile at him when he arrived. Asra simply nodded.

“Not so lost as to lose their way, lost enough to make their way off the path they need.”

Shaking his head, the docker let out a soft guffaw.

“You magicians and your rhymes and riddles. I’ll never get it. Want a ride over?”

Asra answered by dropping a shiny gemstone in his hand. They marvelled at it before grabbing the oars and driving the two over the water. Asra didn’t want to look ahead, they simply played with the water and left little trails of sparkling white with their fingers as they moved.

*Clunk*

The sound of the boat hitting the sand of the island caught Asra’s attention. The sickly red particles of the beach, and the thorny branches covering the once imposing building in the middle.

The docker made a noise and pointed upward, to your small figure sitting on the ledge of one of the old windows. It was clear you hadn’t noticed them below. He preferred it that way. They didn’t want you to have time to hide your emotions.

No. Asra wanted you. Raw emotions and everything that you were. Everything you encompassed.

The docker usually stayed on the island during these visits and this time was no different. He stayed in his slightly rocking boat with his eyes firmly away from the island.

Stairs hadn’t always made Asra nervous but these did. The stairs that led up to the love of his life, who was struggling. Aching with pain.

He hated knowing that every second he took to climb them, the more seconds you were alone with this pain.

And so they climbed them. Not wanting to keep you like that for any longer than he had too.

He reached your floor and stared at you. You must have known he was there. That was one of your more impressive magic skills. Or maybe you had just gotten used to his aura. It was the first you were exposed too after your awakening after all. And you spent pretty much all your time around them.

Tears were present and clear on your cheeks, as were the remnants of others that you had shed in the hours you had been there.

It only took 3 steps until he reached your spot. One leg dangling over the side of the building, the other bent at the knee, foot resting on the ledge you were perched on. They sat next to you and leaned their head against yours as it rested on their shoulder.

This was how the two of you spent some nights. It was hard for him. This place held bad memories. He had screamed and cried for you here. Smelt your burning ashes and felt the acceptance of your fate within your aura. But for you? You felt grounded here. This was where your true body’s ashes lay. Your soul was tied to here. And that gave some peace to your soul, especially on days when the rest of the world seemed to scream and push you to your very limit.

When the noise of life became too much, the lazaret was the silence you needed. No hustle and bustle. No chatter or nearby people. Just pure, uninterrupted silence. And with your lover by your side, basking in each other’s warm aura, it felt like the most peaceful place on earth.

“Just let me know when you are ready to go back, my love. We can stay all night if you wish but i do not think the docker will wait that long. I can get us back if it comes to that so do not worry. If you need to stay out here for the night, we shall do that.”

Your emotions weren’t allowing you to speak so you let out a small noise of acknowledgment and thanks, before snuggling slightly further into him. This was the most peaceful you had ever felt.

And with Asra? You knew you could always feel that safe and happy.

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #asra x you #asra x apprentice #asra x mc #asra x reader

[frknchrldr]

Wrote a little drabble I couldnt get out of my head in which El and Angela are both Hawkins students. And Eddies finds Angel being mean to her but someone else stops her before he can....

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Eddie's walking down the halls to his last class when he hears it.

"Angela, please stop!"

He turns the corner into a crowd of students. They're all just watching as Angela the freshman cheerleader pushes Jane's books to the floor and starts mocking her. Saying something about her dead dad. Seriously, what is wrong with this girl? 

Eddie knows this isn't the first time something like this has happened either. For some reason Angela has decided to make Jane's life a living hell this year. 

Sure she's a little…different but she was also kind and didn't deserve that shit none of his freshmen did. 

At that thought he realizes none of the others  around are doing anything to help her. Angela must have chosen this moment on purpose because he knows if Max were here she'd already have a skateboard to the face. 

As a general rule Eddie doesn't mess with the cheerleaders but a large part of that is because they're never cruel to others at least not over the past year ever since a certain strawberry blonde, that he may or may not have a giant crush on on, became captain.

Apparently this girl didnt get the memo though. And while Jane might not be in Hellfire she's definitely still one his lost sheep. So he starts pushing through the throng of students, and seriously what the fuck is worng with people that they can just sit and watch this. Assholes.

He's trying to figure out how to do this, because yes Angela is a raging bitch but she's still a freshman girl and he's the third year senior Freak. This could go very badly for him if he doesnt play it right.

Luckily he doesn't have to do anything. Just as he gets to the front of the crowd he hears a voice he knows instantly. But instead of being small and meek like it does around Jason, it has a hard tone. Her voice has that cheer captain bitch edge to it that he really really, really likes.

"Angela! What the hell are you doing?" 

Chrissy Cunningham pushes through the onlookers and stamps her foot at the other girl with both hands on her hip. Honestly? It's hot.

"What? She just some loser." The other girl says defensively.

Chrissy's nostrils flare and her eyes cut to slits as she glares. 

"No. WE don't treat other people like that. And if you still want to be a cheerleader then you'll apologize to Jane and help her pick her books back up."

Angela gapes at her for a moment. The group of people now snickering at her for getting told off. 

Finally she slumps her shoulders and acqueises to her captain's demand. 

"Sorry Jane." She grumbles as she picks up the books, shoves them into her arms and pushes her way out of the crowd.

Chrissy doesn't leave though and looks at the crowd with that same look "What are you all looking at?"

The crowd quickly disperses instantly. She's queen for a reason and it is not just because the douchebag she chose for a boyfriend. If Eddies honest, he's her most loyal subject.

When she turns to him, he realizes he's been staring at her with awe and adoration. He quickly tries to school his face, he's not sure how successful he is.

He turns to Jane, taking her books and backpack from her. 

"You okay?"

After receiving a small nod he adds. "Hey let's go find Wheeler and others okay?" She nods again.

"Thanks Eddie" she says as she uses her now free hands to wipe her eyes.

Then Jane turns to Chrissy. "And thanks Chrissy"

"Of course she shouldn't treat you that way, tell me if she does again okay?" 

"Uh okay."

The head cheerleader then turns back to him to look at him with apprehension and maybe something else he can't quite determine.

He nods at her in appreciation, he can't really trust himself to actually talk to her right now. Not without saying something rediculous like your lovely and I want to marry you or something else just as dumb.

She smiles at him though and nods back.

And yeah he knows now without a shadow of a doubt that he's never going to be able to get over Chrissy Cunningham.

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #eddissy #drabble #my writing #i just want Eddie to interact with cali group sooo much lol

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Some Sheep Headcanons ;;

Chuuya genuinely just didn't know a lot about anything when the Sheep first found him, even by the standards of a seven year old, to a point that it weirded the other kids out a lot. He knew some things like basic language, colors, shapes, lights and darkness, and just general "spacial" things that were more intuitive than education-based, but beyond that, even things like different foods were completely novel to him.

Shirase was the first person to really welcome Chuuya into the Sheep and give him food (even if he probably thought Chuuya was weird af just as much as all the other kids), so he was the first person Chuuya really gravitated towards and looked up to like an older brother, despite being about the same age. He absolutely had Baby Duck Syndrome following him everywhere.

Chuuya's first two years with the Sheep were basically just spent playing catch-up on figuring out how the world works and filling in all his knowledge gaps to be on par with all the rest of the Sheep kids. Every day was basically spent asking endless questions about things (to the point it probably annoyed the fuck out of everyone, honestly) and learning social cues through mimicry.

When it came to mimicry, he definitely didn't always get it right and, as happens with a pack of unsupervised kids whose only teacher is each other, ended up on the receiving end of harsh criticisms or getting picked on or ostracized for doing the "wrong thing" a lot during his first years with the Sheep. Suffice to say, it made him extremely conscientious about how to act around others and instilled in him a strong respect for group dynamics in order to fit in, looking outward at the other Sheep to dictate how he should behave. Even when he got older and more independent, he still defaulted to looking to the other kids and the Sheep Council for what he should do first, and followed his own decisions second (this was a large part of why it was so jarring when he brushed off Shirase and Yuan at the arcade to do something outside of their approval for once).

Chuuya was a very tactile and kinetic learner, and despite his gaps in knowledge, he learned quickly. It wasn't enough just to hear about or see things from afar. He liked to touch things, hold them and turn them over in his hands and figure them out and feel the textures on his fingers. Complex puzzle things like rubix cubes were his favorite to play with and he could get obsessively lost in them for hours. He's absolutely the kid that bit down on objects or licked them just because, or ran his fingers along the edge of a knife out of sheer curiosity (before getting lectured by the other kids about the dangers of tetanus and infections). If it was a place instead of an object, he had to explore it, climb it, and find all the hidden places. He was unsurpassed in finding good hiding places no one else could reach once he learned how to use his Gravity. He'd use these places for the benefit of the other Sheep most of the time, obviously, as either secret hiding places or somewhere to stash supplies where the adults couldn't find them.

Chuuya definitely wasn't shy about physical touch and getting close to the other Sheep when he was younger, leaning into them, holding onto hands or arms, or inserting himself closely between the other kids whenever he got the chance. He rough-housed just as much as any of the other kids, or ended up curled up asleep against them just as often as not. It was only when he got older and grew more into his Ability and his role as the Sheep's protector that he started to be more physically distant from a lot of the Sheep, though unbeknownst to him it was also because some of the Sheep were distancing themselves from him as well, save for a couple that were closer to him and less afraid like Yuan. Shirase stabbing him with a poisoned knife was a huge turning point for Chuuya allowing other people to get physically close to him when his guard is down or he's in a relaxed state, even if the person is friendly toward him.

Chuuya almost learned the hard way just how dangerous the cold could be during his first winter with the Sheep. Temperature and seasons was definitely one of the bigger things he had a hard time learning and coping with, not least of all because there wasn't a whole lot that the Sheep could do about staying warm except stoke a fire and huddle together. Winters were definitely the most miserable times for the Sheep, especially in the early days, but it also made him appreciate being physically close with his family all the more.

Chuuya didn't immediately understand or use his Ability when he was first brought into the Sheep. In the beginning, he seemed no different than all the other kids, weird "amnesia" aside. This was especially true given his weakened state when he was first taken in, given that he couldn't even finish a piece of bread without passing out halfway through eating, not having the strength or spare energy to activate it. He was around 9 or 10 when he first started to display his Ability, though he wouldn't learn how to use it to fight for a while yet.

Chuuya's only ever used his Gravity against anyone in the Sheep once when he was younger (before he came into its Protector role), when he got into a brawl with one of the other, bigger kids he didn't get along with and lost his temper. He didn't hurt them in any way they couldn't recover from, especially since the others broke up the fight rather quickly, but he got a long and hard lecture about never using his power against the other Sheep kids to win a fight. He took it to heart and swore he wouldn't, but it hardly mattered either way since no one in the Sheep ever tried to pick a physical fight with him again after that.

The first time Chuuya tried to go swimming in deep water with the other Sheep, it was assumed he'd be fine because of his Gravity Ability. They had to rescue him from drowning since that very quickly turned out not to be the case, and he never learned how to swim before then.

Chuuya discovered his Ability could stop bullets entirely by accident when someone tried to shoot him. At first, it damn near gave the other Sheep a heart attack, thinking he was surely dead. It took a few more times and Chuuya learning that he could provoke attacks at him instead of the other Sheep and be a bullet sponge that he really started to flex his Ability more noticeably and develop a bit of a cocky attitude about it.

Fleas and ticks and other insects were just a common reality that Chuuya had to tolerate along with the rest of the Sheep living in the slums, especially in the early days before he learned how to use Gravity to their benefit and favorably influence their opportunities. He hates ticks the most for how they burrow into skin and have to be ripped out. Even years after getting kicked out of the Sheep, he still religiously checks his ears for the little fuckers.

He absolutely knows what a lot of urban animals taste like given that it was sometimes the difference between eating them, rancid trash, or nothing at all. He's eaten reptiles (snakes, lizards, turtles), roasted insects like grasshoppers, song birds, squirrel, raccoon, seagull, duck, cat, dog, and plenty of other things before, when he's had to. He draws the line at eating rats. He'd rather starve.

He did learn a small bit of reading and writing in the slums here and there, though before coming to the Port Mafia, there were still large gaps in his knowledge of it. He was better at reading than he was with writing, because no one had ever taught him about things like proper brush stroke order, and his reading comprehension was still far below that of a teenager his age that would have had a formal education.

#The Muse #Headcanon

[buttercuparry]

Idk if anyone has talked about it or if there is anything to really talk about but I found it fascinating that David should die at Ellie's hands. He is a preacher right? The one delivering the message of Christianity. In his own monologue he calls himself the shepherd to the sheep that flock around him- and if my missionary schooling till grade ten has taught me something, then it is that Christ has always been depicted as the shepherd to people. But David is anything but the savior come again. He more a wolf than the shepherd. A monster in human skin who confesses finding faith in the Cordyceps. To him the violence wrought by the mushrooms is one of love and I cannot help but draw a parallel with that disgusting line "there's no fear in love" ( it horrifies me).

David knows he is a wolf pretending to be the shepherd to keep his flock in line. But then in comes Ellie. The girl he thought he could exploit, use, abuse for his own perversions. And yet she not only beats him in his own game, wrecks havoc but she also humiliates him. I found it so interesting that David says "no one likes to be humiliated". I wonder what was humiliating to him- that he couldn't lure in the prey, that time and time again she bested him or that...perhaps in his own mind he started to think that this truly was his kingdom come ( his angry "or are you that fucking special" after comprehending she is immune).

Now Ellie. Ellie is an anomaly in this universe. She is immune not to a virus or bacteria but to fungi. Something that has long been established or thought of as impossible. And let's not forget the premise of the show: of a lost man accompanying the kid so that eventually a cure could be found to deliver humanity.

Ellie in the cordyceps infested world is the savior come ( if we are to speak in terms of literature). She is or the condition of her immunity is exactly that which can give humanity hope. Like she is the representation of...idk some sort of divine salvation ( again speaking completely in terms of literature). I don't know much about the storyline as I haven't played the game, only that there would eventually be no cure because the way to the cure would have been through Ellie's death ( and Joel wouldn't let that happen). The fucking parallel to the biblical figure of Christ! Like humanity can be saved only through the death of the savior. Christ is called the savior because he died to deliver the tribe of men off of their sins. And so for David, the wolf, to die at the hands of this little miracle? I mean!! Chef's kiss.

#ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us hbo spoilers #tlou #tlou spoilers

[rhysdarbyarchive]

2017 interview with Rhys in Shortlist Magazine (source) Transcription under the cut

Comic and trained killer, Flight of the Conchords' Rhys Darby? Present!

Hi Rhys. What you doing?

I'm on top of a palm tree on an island in the South Pacific, trying to get signal. Technology, eh? I'm in Fiji filming the second season of Wrecked - like a comedy version of Lost. I play the character Steve.

Is he from New Zealand?

Of course.

You've finished shooting the new Jumanji with Dwayne Johnson. What's he like?

A very big, busy man. He'd make these little phone videos with me for his Australian friend. I never saw what happened to them. He'd get up at 4am for some big physical regime.

Did you do a workout with him?

I didn't hear any of that. Sorry, I'm now walking the streets of Fiji, trying to get better reception. Something about a meerkat?

No, did you work out with him?

Oh, no. Kevin Hart's very much into his muscles, too - he'd pull on an elastic band between takes. Jack Black wasn't doing much of that. He was just sitting talking to me. He was more my scene.

What's the latest on a Flight of the Conchords film?

It hasn't got past the wouldn't-it-be-great-to-do-it stage. But the dream's still alive. There's certainly been no progress on it, though.

What's your favourite Conchords song?

I'm a big fan of Hiphopopotamus Vs Rhymenoceros.

How does that go?

Well, I'm not going to rap it down the phone. But it goes: 'I'm the Hiphopopotamus, rhymes are falling off the top of oesophagus.' Like that. I can't go past my own rendition, though. Oh God, what's it called? Something about walking...

Leggy Blonde?

Yeah, that's the one. Another one of my favourites is Angels. It's about angels doing it in the clouds. Having sex. I like their more obscure numbers. A true fan.

What do you think band manager Murray Hewitt is up to now?

He's definitely back in New Zealand, probably fired from any cultural position. I think he's on a small goat farm, still managing the Conchords. Let's not forget: they're the fourth most popular novelty folk band in New Zealand.

Post-Conchords, you created and starred in mockumentary series Short Poppies. What's it about?

It's a deep dive into the mindset of New Zealand life. David Farrier, a real journalist, has been tasked with getting under the skin of what it means to be an ordinary New Zealander. We soon find out his budget hasn't stretched far - he only ends up finding people from one town. All played by me.

And are you playing ordinary New Zealand types?

A lot are facets of me. I grew up with three sisters, so it was easy playing an arty-farty fun girl - which I had fun making David uncomfortable with. There's a ufologist, too. I'm into that.

Do you believe in UFOs?

Yeah, I do. I've seen them. Only small ones. They could've just been shooting stars [laughs]. I believe there's alien life out there and the truth will come out soon, in our lifetime. Governments know more than they're willing to tell us.

Role to role, your voice never changes. Will we ever hear you in a non-Kiwi accent?

If they wanted me to. But then if I did a US accent people would go, 'That's weird.' They wouldn't buy it. I'm proud that I can keep this voice.

Sean Connery never changed his, and that worked out for him.

Exactly. And he's my hero. I'm just waiting to play that Russian submarine commander.

What's the biggest misbelief about New Zealand?

That there's little besides sheep and paddocks. In reality, the sheep numbers are down [laughs]. Also, people think New Zealand's part of Australia, when, really, it's very different. We don't have animals that'll kill you. And the ice cream's much better.

You seem to pop up in every New Zealand comedy. Are you contractually obligated to?

No. The irony is, no one pays you in New Zealand. There's no money there. I should stop promoting it.

Where's the most far-flung place you've performed stand-up?

The Falkland Islands. It was desolate. I did a routine to the British Army stuck in a remote base. I did impressions of various machine guns - they liked that.

You spent three years in the New Zealand Army. Is it true you can kill a man with your bare hands in under five seconds?

[Laughs] Yeah. An unarmed combat specialist taught us some moves. Then we all had a go on a dummy. My time was 4.7 seconds. I keep that in my back pocket whenever I'm at the bar: "You might be mocking my accent now, but in 4.7 seconds you're dead, mate!"

#rhys darby #interview #2010s #2017 #magazine #article #uk

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 48)

Series List

Eddie's pov (When Y/n knocked on the door)

Who the hell is here this early on a Sunday morning? I roll off of my bed and groan as I try to stand on my feet. I should get to rest on a Sunday, not get up early to talk or deal with someone. I get to the door and open it to find none other than Y/n L/n on the other end. I look her up and down to find her wearing her usual style of clothes with a family video vest over the top of it all. When the hell did she start working there? Something moves behind her and I notice three other boys standing with her. Why the hell is Y/n hanging out with teenagers? "What the hell do you want L/n?" I snap at her, already annoyed with the conversation. "What the hell?" I softly hear behind Y/n from one of the boys. Y/n puts her hand back and says, "I want to cash in a favour." She steps up a little and I give her a confused look. She comes here for a favour? After all this time? What the hell? I laugh at her and ask, "Why the hell would I do you a favour?" I look into her beautiful e/c eyes but instead of looking back at me, she's looking behind me. I look in the same direction and notice the row of mugs hanging on the wall. "You still owe me one from when you broke one of Wayne's mugs," Y/n explains to me, smiling up at me triumphantly. How does she remember that? "You remember that?" I ask her surprised. I thought she would have been trying to forget everything she did with me. "I remember everything," She whispers back to me. Before I can say anything the curly-haired boy behind her laughs and says, "She really doesn't. Couldn't remember how to kill a ghost last night." I laugh with him while Y/n kicks the kid in the shin. "Shit! Ow!" The boy cries out but Y/n doesn't turn to check on him. I smile at her playfulness, missing moments like this. "What is it that you need? I am pretty busy right now." I ask her.

Y/n bites her lip a little bit and says, "I need you to look after these three boys this year. Let them into Hellfire." "Why would I do that? I don't even know them, or you," I say to Y/n, whispering the last part so that only the two of us could hear it. Y/ looks down at the ground and whispers, "Some things are going to be spreading around the school this year. Most people probably already know. I can't be there for them this year. I'm asking you to be. They're lost sheep, they need someone to look out for them." I look confused and slightly worried at her, but she doesn't look up to notice it. What could possibly be said about Y/n that could make her push away new kids? I look over at the boys for answers but they just look away from my eyes. "We can play Dnd. Have been since we were little. Y/n was the one that taught us," Another one of the kids explain to me. I nod and sign, before saying, "Fine L/n. I'll look after these sheep. But they better not course me any trouble." Y/n smiles up at me and her body slightly moves forward but she stops herself. "Thank you Eddie, you won't regret this!" Y/n exclaims after a beat. "Better not," I whisper, really not understanding why I'm doing this. I do look out for the sheep, but these sheep already seem to have a Shepard, why do they need me?

"We'll get out of your hair then. Thanks again," Y/n thanks me again. She quickly turns around but the three boys don't move, they just stare back at me. I glare at them when Y/n snaps, "Let's go, I need to get to work!" This seems to snap the curly-haired boy out of his trance because he smirks over at Y/n and teases, "Do you want to get to work or do you just want to suck face with Steve?" He starts to imitate kissing and I start to feel sick. So they really are together. They moved on without me. I sigh and lean against my door frame, blocking out the commotion happening outside my trailer. I look back to Y/n and she looks back up at me. She smiles at me and drives off.

I close the door of the trailer and walk over to the kitchen. What the hell was all of that about? Why is Y/n being nice to a group of children? She has to have a reason for wanting them to have someone older, right? But why would she come to me? We don't talk anymore and the last time we did, I snapped at her and ran away. I groan at the memory and grab a box of cereal. Maybe she was just looking out for a group of random kids. Maybe she isn't as bad as I tried to make her out to be.

After I finish a lot of cereal, another knock sounds through the trailer. Well, I'm popular today. I quickly get up from the couch and open the door to find Jessy on the other side this time. She looks confused and says, "You don't look like you just woke up, what's happening?" She pushes past me and lays down on the couch. I close the door behind her and stand in front of her. "Well, I had another visitor this morning," I start to tell her. She looks surprised and leans forward towards me. "Who?" She asks. I sit down on the coffee table in front of her and say, "Y/n L/n." She looks happy for a few minutes and asks, "What did she want?" I laugh a little and say, "She wants me to look out for some younger boys at school." Jessy deflates and looks off into the distance a little. "Why would she ask for your help? It's not like she couldn't do it herself," Jes asks. I shrug and look out the window. "She said she wouldn't be able to. I don't know, but I would be doing this anyway," I explain. Jessy looks confused and says, "Why did you say yes Eds?" I look down and shrug. Jessy puts a hand on my shoulder and asks more sternly, "Bullshit, why did you say yes?" I look up at her and sigh. "She reminded me that I owed her a favour," I explain. 

Jessy gets instantly mad and stands up. "What the hell? She doesn't talk to you and the first thing she does is demand a favour. What the hell!" Jessy yells, pacing in the kitchen. I get up and try to get in her way but she just walks past me. "Jessy, it isn't as bad as it sounds," I try to calm her, but she seems to only get angrier. "It is though! She's holding a favour over your head!" She reasons. I laugh to try to defuse her but she ignores me. "Look, you weren't there, I promise it was friendly and wasn't in bad taste. If i didn't want to do it she probably would've dropped it," I try to tell her. She deflates a little and nods. "Fine, I'll trust you. But I can't promise I'll be nice to her if I see her again." I nod and walk back to the couch.

"So, why are you here this early in the morning?" I finally ask. She brightens up instantly and skips over to me. "Well, you know that cute girl I saw at Scoops?" She asks. I nod and say, "The Buckley girl?" She nods and continues, "Well, she now works at Family Video and I need a lift over there....." I sigh and put my head in my hands. Y/n and Steve will be there. If Jessy sees them she'll flip. But then again, if she knows that her crush is best friends with Y/n then she may be nicer when she's around. "Ok, I'll take you but you need to know something," I start. Jessy nods and she sits down on the coffee table. "Steve and Y/n work there as well. And Y/n is Robin's best friend so you can't really be mean to her if you want a chance with Robin," I explain to her. Jess deflates and nods. "Fine, I'll play nice. But only this once," She promises. I smile and say, "Well, then, let me get dressed and we'll head off." Jess nods and I run into the back. I get dressed and look in the mirror. Hopefully, this looks goes well cause if not, I don't know what I'll do.

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie x reader

[markedprey]

she doesn’t flinch away this time when he touches her — there is still a tug in the back of her mind though, an instinctive urge to fight and claw at johnny sawyer, yet … nancy refrains. instead, when johnny’s finger moves under her chin, she allows him to tilt her head up to meet his gaze. she doesn’t fight against the kiss that follows, either. quite the opposite, in fact. after all, the lines between performance and reality have begun to blur ; nancy’s starring role of doting lover has now become much easier than it once was. 

             @finalslay // inbox prompt for nancy.

             She was a tough one to break, he would give her that much. At times, even he had his moments of doubt, wondering if she would ever truly come around to the thought of being one of the family. By far she was the biggest fighter he’d met, where most would break and beg for death, or run and be met with a blade, somehow she remained. Maybe it was simply because she was afraid to try, knowing how many others were dragged down to the basement, kicking and screaming, never to be heard from again. She was smart enough to know right from wrong, smart enough to know what it meant to survive. And in truth- he didn’t ask for much. All he wanted was for her to behave.

             That stubborn, headstrong girl he’d met investigating missing girls for her college paper. To think he warned her of what might happen, to know the signs were all right there, yet still she fell for it, a fly to the spider's web- it was all too easy. It was a part he’d played a thousand times over, luring in those who fell for his smiles, his charm, a wolf in sheep's clothing as so many would often put it. That was her first big mistake, following him home, everything else that followed was simply brought on by her own naïve choices.

             What he never expected was to care- for once in a blue moon, she was a face that stood out from the rest. Not just another quick and easy victim, but a diamond he wanted to treasure, she was something he wanted to keep. Why he fought so hard with her, day in and day out, watching that fire inside her burn as she’d lash out and try to fight it. But even the strongest could be broken, that much he knew, why he was patient- knowing no one would come looking for her here. Her car all but lost in the junkyard, her very hint of existence wiped clean, like tracks in the rain. She was his now, for as long as he’d have her.

             Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, a pile of her missing posters discarded as he’d steal them from all over town. Soon enough she was just another pretty face, a faded collection of all the college girls they’d lost. Her acceptance in that made things easier, once being forced to live in the basement, finally learning to live in his rundown shack they’d somehow made a home. Less of a victim- now more of a lover. He liked this side of her, coming home to someone that wasn’t quick to flinch away. Maybe one day she could even be a wife- a thought that often lingered in his mind, pushed aside as he would invade her space, heavy footfalls of boots on old floorboards as he’d greet her for the evening.

             He couldn’t help but be eager, so quick to devour her. Hands touching, feeling, roaming as he’d tilt her head as he’d lean in to meet her half way. Her frame was delicate beneath his hands, a stark contrast, knowing how easily she’d break if he tried. But somehow in knowing that, he managed to learn gentleness by being with her. Practice, in the way he’d pick her up off her feet, feeling her thighs hug to his waist beneath her dress. He’d find a spot for her then, on the countertop just beside the window, taking pause only to remove his gloves, before slipping them over her knees, following up along her thighs with a low rumble stirring deep within his chest.

             “You don’t know how long I waited for this… nothing better to come home to, honestly…” Wolfish grin would flash across his features, hands rising further and further beneath the hem of her dress until he could pull her in, flush against him with a hum. Eyes hungry, studying her, head tilting to a side as he spoke. “I take it you’ve been busy today? Keeping yourself.. entertained while I’m gone-? You at least gotta tell me you missed me, darlin', otherwise you might break my heart right here and now…”

#ask. #v: main. #finalslay #them... #hes terrible sorry nance.