#guess i hit tag limit in the other post

[stellerssong]

Hi again. I'm on some level here to ask for a complete explanation of every aspect of Hawaiian culture that is even tangentially related to your latest fic because I know absolutely nothing and there is the ever present concern that the terms run through cursory Google Translate and internet searching will lose nuance and implications. There were definitely some references to divinities and myths and such that went over my unenlightened head. The story you wove was rich and intricate enough to be held in the mind of someone who knows less than nothing and still have great meaning and truth, but I know that it will mean yet more if I can see the threads you used to make it. (On another level, I'm asking for the explanation because I am abruptly deeply interested in a topic I had previously not thought about very much, and you seem to be significantly more of an expert than the average internet search.)

first off! well first off i am blowing you so many kisses for this very kind ask, thank you so much for giving me an excuse to ramble at (great, great, great) length.

so second off! i would just like to stress that i am very much not an expert in hawaiian language, folklore, history, culture, etc. i am neither kānaka maoli (native hawaiian) nor kamaʻāina (born in hawaiʻi although not necessarily of hawaiian ancestry), and i have not studied these topics formally/in a setting that applies academic rigor. i am an enthusiastic amateur with a personal connection to hawaiian culture, the kind of brain that likes to fixate on areas of interest, and a willingness to scrounge around for reading material. i have, i think, a decent sense of what some of the baseline texts in the field are, and a fairly good bullshit detector (and the understanding/ability to dig into things when i can't rely on the bullshit detector), but ultimately i am a layman and an outsider with corresponding perspectives and biases. i also, i will admit frankly, have a pretty sharp knowledge cutoff corresponding to the time of first european contact, just because of my own personal interests and reading preferences.

read that whole disclaimer? let your eyes glaze over while you skimmed it? good! here's my real quick (lmao) rundown of Sum Things U Should Know If You Wanna Close-Read Kīpuka:

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi 101

Good grief when I put it like that I do NOT feel qualified to tell you any of this. Anyway. We can keep it basic just so you can get a sense of the mouthfeel of the words. And just fyi ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi is the proper name of the language; i'll be using "Hawaiian" as the adjective form, sans ʻokina, assuming an English-speaking readership.

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi as it is commonly rendered today has 13 letters: 5 vowels (A, E, I, O, and U) and 7 consonants (H, K, L, M, N, P, W), plus the ʻokina or glottal stop (that little apostrophe-lookin' dude at the beginning of the word ʻokina, also the source of most of my typesetting woes). Pronunciation-wise, there are no silent letters and no though/through/enough-type surprises: every letter is pronounced, and all of the vowel renderings are approximately equivalent to how you'd pronounce them in Spanish or Italian. Hence, the word kuahine = koo-ah-HEE-nay rather than, like, kyoo-ah-highn, which made me feel gross even just typing it out.

The ʻokina is pronounced, and bear with me here, like the dash in the english nuh-uh. or, if you're a try-hard vocalist—reattack the vowel after the ʻokina instead of eliding it to the vowel prior. So the place-name Kaʻū is pronounced ka-OO, as distinct from the word kau which is pronounced more like kow (which is a bit of an oversimplification of the latter word, but I'm trying to be efficient here).

That leads us neatly into the other diacritical marking used in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, the kahakō or macron which helpfully appears in its own name. No worries here; the kahakō just serves as a stress marker, so you'd say kahakō = ka-ha-KO instead of ka-HA-ko, or from the example above ka-OO rather than KA-oo.

There are a couple of other little pronunciation tricks here and there. The letter W is sometimes pronounced as a V, and unfortunately I can't really describe the rules for that shift; that is one I must admit I know mostly from vibes. For example, the correct pronunciation of Hawaiʻi itself is ha-VAI-ee, but I've never heard the place-name Waimea pronounced as anything but why-MEY-ah.

Occasionally you will encounter the letter K pronounced as a T, which I believe is an artifact of the morphological shift from older related languages such as Tahitian and Samoan which do preserve the letter T as a unique phoneme. To my knowledge, the Kauaʻi dialect (spoken today on Niʻihau) also preserves the T, but most spoken ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi heard elsewhere is based on the Big Island dialect, which lacks the T. One notable exception is the word tūtū (an affectionate/respectful term for a grandparent or elder), which you really don't hear pronounced as kūkū.

Really, though, listening to Hawaiian music is how I got the language in my ear and imo it's the best way to get it in yours. Can't go wrong with Israel Kamakawiwoʻole (of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" fame), but I have a personal soft spot for Kealiʻi Reichel, Weldon Kekauoha, Amy Hanaialiʻi, and the Cazimero Brothers.

The Place-y-ness of Hawaiian Literature

This is more of a sidenote than its own heading, but I'm the one driving the essay, and I think it's an interesting thing to point out, just because it helps establish a particular perspective I wanted to keep in mind while writing this fic.

Something you might notice as you start to look at Hawaiian oli, mele, and myth is the high level of specificity of place. Hawaiʻi is, let's be honest, not that enormous of a place when you consider it on a global scale—but the specificity of localities within Hawaiian literature is kind of astounding. Not only are there loads of place-names referenced in any given work, there are unique Hawaiian names for landmarks, cliffs, peaks, hills, streams, waterfalls—even rains and winds of specific locations merit their own names.

"kīpuka" is very specifically set on the windward side of Hawaiʻi island, so I made an effort to focus my references to place-names on that region—Hilo, ʻŌlaʻa, and Waiākea are all locations on the eastern side of the island, and the one reference to Kona on the leeward side reflects the coming of someone bearing grievances (in addition to eia aʻe ka makani Kona being an existing idiom warning the listener to watch out for an angry person, the windward and leeward sides of Hawaiʻi island have a long history of territorial warfare and jockeying for control of the island). I'd also considered having the bird discussed in the fic be a different species, the kākāwahie—but that species is/was endemic to Molokaʻi, and quite honestly my knowledge of the history and culture of Molokaʻi as a separate polity is not that great.

(This is partly due to sample bias—my introduction to Hawaiʻi was within a Big Island-based context. At the same time, another thing you may notice about the better-known source texts is that many of them center around Hawaiʻi island and, to a lesser extent, Maui, thanks to the political supremacy during the unification/post-contact era of Hawaiʻi island and Maui aliʻi. Ross Cordy wrote a whole ass book about the Oʻahu chiefdoms that is simply not to be had for love or money no matter how I search for it. I am THIS CLOSE to straight up cold emailing the man and being like I WILL VENMO YOU $75 USD DIRECTLY IF YOU WILL SIMPLY JUST SEND ME A COPY OF YOUR BOOK. PLEASE. SAVE ME ROSS CORDY.)

Girl (Gender Neutral), I Cannot Explain Hawaiian Mythology, Poetics, and Mythopoetics As a Subheading in One Post

Honestly. I can't do it. But some tidbits to assist your further research:

A great deal of Hawaiian literature and oral tradition hinges on kaona, roughly "allusion" or "metaphor." In a description that is useful to precisely no one but myself, it's not unlike the complex plays on words, puns, and deep well of references used in Heian Japanese epistolary poetry. Some of it is easy to grok for newbies: for example, the concept of one's lover as a lei adorning the body, or being splashed or sprinkled with water as a euphemism for sex. Some of it goes a lot deeper, relying on historical or folkloric place-name associations, puns, and ancient practices and superstitions.

The Hawaiian "pantheon" I place in scare quotes because ancient Hawaiian religious practices and superstition were highly syncretic, often extremely localized, and more contradictory the more you read into it. In a very, very, very, VERY rough and off-the-cuff sense, though, there were thought to be four major gods: Kāne (associated with dawn, the sun, the sky, running freshwater, and irrigation-based agriculture, among other things), Kanaloa (associated with the ocean, sea creatures, and sometimes death, as an opposing or complimentary force to Kāne), Lono (god of fertility, agriculture with something of an emphasis on dryland agriculture, rainfall, and peace as embodied in the Makahiki festival), and Kū (god of war, the deified kingship, fishermen, sorcery, and quite honestly a ton of other things in various manifestations).

There were also quite a large number of "lesser" gods, the word "lesser" used just in the sense that they weren't honored to the same extent as the four previously named in state-sanctioned religious practice. Probably the most well-known of these is Pele, the volcano goddess. (I reference another in the fic, Niolopua, god of sleep—but the jury's out on whether or not that refers to an actual god or is just metaphorical in the same way that most people think of "the Sandman" as a euphemism for sleep and not a literal guy who comes into your house and puts crusties in your eyes.)

The gods were thought to manifest in a variety of forms, called kino lau (literally "four hundred bodies"). You can think of this in the sense of "Lono takes on the shape of an albatross or a tropicbird to interact with mortals, while Kanaloa prefers to manifest as an octopus," and in stories kino lau are sometimes represented that way, but in practice it's less of a Greek myth-style practice of shapeshifting and more of an animistic religious belief. The kino lau in nature embody the god and in a metaphorical sense illustrate the interconnection between divine and earthly and the presence of the divine on earth.

(HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. PLEASE DO MORE RESEARCH AND DO NOT TAKE ONE TUMBLR POST AT ITS WORD ON THIS.)

The Endless, in the fic, are very easy to loop into the concept of kino lau, because of their canonical universality. Danny appears as a shark (a symbol of chiefhood), a pueo, or Hawaiian owl (an 'aumakua, or ancestral guardian), a manu-o-Kū, or fairy tern (a bird associated with the god Kū, likely in his aspect as a god of fishermen, navigators, and wayfinders), a kalo plant (a staple crop of ancient Hawaiʻi, a kino lau of Kāne, and a symbol of duality and rebirth), and a snowcapped mountain (a sacred site considered kapu, or forbidden, to all but the highest chiefly individuals). Despair, meanwhile, appears as an ʻalae ʻula, or Hawaiian moorhen (another ʻaumakua, but also an animal whose cry was thought to foretell misfortune), a stingray (for her barbed tail), a hāpuʻu fern (in contrast to Dream's kalo, the hāpuʻu was considered a famine food), a lava flow and its first growths (acknowledging Pele as both a destroyer and a creator of land, just as Despair also embodies hope), and a number of other things meant to embody the devastation of Hawaiʻi (rats, feral pigs, and mosquitoes have decimated endemic birds and insects; the kiawe is an invasive plant species that forms dense, thorny, and difficult-to-destroy groves; light pollution affects behavior and migratory patterns of both avian and aquatic species).

All pretty simple, obviously!

Further Resources and Recs

Okay, so, obviously I'm not going to be able to explain every single reference in this fic in a single post, though I obviously tried my damnedest. In lieu of that, I'll offer some useful resources for further reading:

Stephen Trussel's Combined Hawaiian Dictionary is a fantastic resource for vocab that incorporates several major Hawaiian dictionaries in a straightforward (well, as straightforward as this gets) text-based web page. Ulukau also has a searchable interface, which is a little easier to interact with, but I like having the Trussel for reference.

Huapala is everyone's go-to for translations of Hawaiian lyrics. I've linked to it in the endnotes of the fic for readers interested in more on "Ka Ipo Lei Manu," but it's got nearly any ʻauana-style Hawaiian song you please, and if I recall correctly even a few traditional oli. Again, another slightly old-fashioned text-based site—but we all know how to use CMD + F in a page, do we not?

Native Books is awesome if you, like me, prefer reading things in print but would prefer not to feed your dollars into the maw of the Amazon beast. A lot of the lit on Hawaiʻi was printed either a long time ago or in very small releases and is now out-of-print and difficult to find even in libraries, so it rocks that there's an independent bookseller that specializes in getting those works to an audience in hard copy. @ NATIVE BOOKS PLEASE CONSIDER GETTING ROSS CORDY TO RE-PRINT THE RISE AND FALL OF THE OʻAHU KINGDOM THANK YOU SO MUCH. University of Hawaiʻi Press is also a good source for academic texts, although their website is...mm...difficult to navigate, and do be warned that they charge academic press prices.

In terms of who to read, you really can't go wrong with Mary Kawena Pukui, a Native Hawaiian scholar, author, composer, and educator whose work is the backbone of just, a fuckton of writing about Hawaiʻi, both academic and popular. Her book ʻŌlelo Noʻeau: Hawaiian Proverbs and Poetical Sayings is worth at least a skim just to get the feel of the Hawaiian mindset; it also contains a healthy dose of myth, folklore, and history in the explanations of the sayings. Absolutely adorably, I've found two books she edited that I read the absolute FUCK out of as a child available as PDFs through Ulukau: The Water of Kāne and Other Legends of the Hawaiian Islands and Hawaiʻi Island Legends: Pīkoi, Pele, and Others. Definitely worth a quick read if you want more on the myth side of things.

As a non-specialist, I've really enjoyed Patrick Vinton Kirch's writing on precontact Hawaiʻi. For a field archaeologist, his writing is both highly engaging and very respectful of the peoples he studies, and trust me, I do get my back up easily when it comes to white people writing about Other Cultures TM, so I'd posit it means something that he passes my sniff test. A Shark Going Inland is My Chief is a great overview of the history of the Hawaiian chiefdoms from the first settlement of the islands to immediately precontact, and Kuaʻāina Kahiko offers a bit of a closer look at everyday life in a specific locality in the islands (in this case, Kahikinui, Maui).

Kamehameha and His Warrior Kekūhaupiʻo by Stephen Desha (trans. Frances N. Frazier) began its life as a serialized Hawaiian-language history of the rise of Kamehameha I. It's a dense read, and it WILL test your ability to remember who the hell all these people are to its limit—it mostly discusses the lives and times of the major players of the aliʻi class in the late precontact–early postcontact era, and when you remember that a) a hell of a lot of personal names in this tale begin with the letter K and b) the aliʻi class of Hawaiʻi practiced a mindboggling amount of political marriage, consanguineous marriage, and sanctioned adoption between blood relatives, the family trees get real complicated REAL fast. If you can hang on through all that, though, it's an intensely detailed and very vivid portrait of a culture at a tumultuous moment, it gives a great sense of how the Hawaiians viewed themselves and the world, and it's an interesting exercise in the mythologizing of the Kamehameha dynasty.

Okay, So...?

So...if you hung on through all that, god DAMN are you dedicated. Have what is quite possibly my favorite Hawaiian song for your trouble. It is, funnily enough, about a bird.

EDIT: I am retroactively making this post unrebloggable. I'm really, really glad folks have found it interesting and are looking into the resources I shared, but I absolutely do not want this getting passed around as Hawaiian Culture 101. If you want to learn more about Hawaiʻi, I must stress that you should look to a reputable source and not some schmuck on Tumblr rambling about her effortposting fanned fiction.

#chatter #this is why we don't tell swan ''make your own post about it.'' because then she does. this #i must stay confined to the tags field lest i become drunk with power and challenge god. #i have a handful of other text sources that i can rec but they all come with caveats for one reason or another #and i'm going to be so incredibly embarrassed if i hit some kind of post length limit with this thang. so uh. send another ask i guess #AGAIN. I'M NOT AN EXPERT OR AUTHORITY OF ANY KIND. IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW WITH PEOPLE IN MY INBOX #DEMANDING TO KNOW WHO MY KUMU IS I'M GONNA BE REAL PISSED AT Y'ALL FOR RATTING ME OUT. SO BE COOL PLEASE

[dizzybizz]

hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay

ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them all😭😭😭 im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one 😭

(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)

no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever

hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh

i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosé one first bc its important to me 😌 cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm

this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????

I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3

i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W

yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????

WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.

also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP

#blue period #yotasuke takahashi #yakumo murai #tiger and bunny #kotetsu t. kaburagi #yu yu hakusho #hiei #kurama #drawtectives #harperosé #witch hat atelier #arkco #olruggio #brushbug #trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #all saints street #nick hoult #bna pinga #dungeon meshi #kabru #ace attorney #phoenix wright #thistle #hunter x hunter #leorio paladiknight #kurapika kurta #leopika #my art #doodle

[cartierre]

GOLDEN RETRIEVER | ls18

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lance stroll x fem!reader

side note: i am so obsessed with lance as of lately so... this really hit different. thank you @lovelytsunoda for saving the day!

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yourusername g'day australia!

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user1 dexter is so adorable! ⤷ user2 i need a dexter and roscoe collab right now!

user3 i hope dexter had a save flight!

lance_stroll all these comments are about how cute dexter is but have you seen me on the last slide? ⤷ yourusername the cutest!

danielricciardo your australian accent is getting better with every gp ⤷ scottyjames31 i agree ⤷ yourusername i have the best teachers

user4 is dexter going to have his own instagram account?

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roscoelovescoco tis my new friend everybody's: dexter!

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user5 this is the crossover i needed

user6 ah omg i love that they like each other! ⤷ user7 best duo on the grid

user8 every time i read roscoe's captions i get a seizure

yourusername i think dexter would love another playdate in the future! ⤷ roscoelovescoco i love's that!

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yourusername miami really tired out our sweet boy

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user9 maybe this is a sign that you shouldn't drag him everywhere with you ⤷ user10 nobody says anything when roscoe attends races but with dexter you people suddenly care? ⤷ user11 i think they know their dog's limits the best

user12 is that soda he's drinking? ⤷ yourusername don't worry, it's water!

lance_stroll is the caption about me or dex? ⤷ yourusername free ✨ interpretation ✨

user13 i love how dexter doesn't have his own instagram because y/n's profile is actually turning into dexter's

user14 why is everyone hating on how y/n and lance raise their own dog?

user15 isn't he just the cutest!? dog parents of the year

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yourusername most beautiful wedding with the most beautiful newlyweds

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user16 i'm so envious to everyone who attended this wedding!!! ⤷ user17 fr the vibes are everything

chloestroll ❤️️❤️️

user18 i think this is the first post in ages without dexter ⤷ user19 they probably thought it would be better to not take him with them

scottyjames31 next time yours? ⤷ yourusername i think someone's taking his sweet time to propose

user20 DID Y/N JUST SAY SHE'D BE READY TO GET MARRIED TO LANCE? ⤷ user21 they've been together for quite some time, moved in together and have a dog...

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yourusername i think dexter wants us to be an official family

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user22 OMG HE PULLED THROUGH ⤷ user23 lance is one lucky guy

scottyjames31 guess there will be a new mrs. stroll soon ⤷ yourusername i'm stepping into your shoes

chloestroll i hope lance and i picked out a good ring ⤷ yourusername a family of taste

user24 i am obsessed that lance took his sister to shop for y/n's ring ⤷ user25 sibling goals ⤷ user26 i'm more obsessed that he proposed at the canadian gp, his home race! perfect timing

lance_stroll makes the candian gp even more special.. i love you, dexter loves you as well ⤷ yourusername i love youuu ❤️️❤️️

#lance stroll #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll imagines #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll fluff #lance stroll fanfiction #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au

[runnning-outof-time]

Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.

Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences

Word Count: 3332

A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.

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"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.

"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.

"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."

"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.

"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.

"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."

"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.

"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.

——

By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.

After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.

It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.

He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.

"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.

"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but we just got here."

"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."

"I noticed that."

"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.

"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.

"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.

"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.

"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.

"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.

"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.

There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.

As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.

With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.

Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.

Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.

"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.

"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.

He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."

"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.

(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.

"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.

"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.

He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.

"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."

"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.

They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.

At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.

"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.

"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.

"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.

She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.

It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.

"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.

Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.

"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.

"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.

"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.

Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.

Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.

(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.

"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.

He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.

It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.

She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.

The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.

"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."

His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.

A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.

She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.

After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.

Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.

Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.

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Eventually

PART TWO TO "Moral Of The Story" / ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Tonight was the night you fought for Hawkins, for your life, for your future. Was breaking up with Steve a mistake? Or perhaps breaking up with him made you see what you truly needed?

WC: 8.8k (the longest one i’ve written yet holy shmokes)

Warning/s: VOL 2 SPOILERS! lots of swearing, HEAVY ANGST, mentions of a panic attack, graphic description of injuries, wounds, blood, all in all just pure violence.

Note: What the heck I am absolutely baffled at the amount of people that supported the first part 😭 I never imagined that being a hit but here we are and here's the long-awaited part 2! And for those asking for them to be tagged, I am greatly sorry I wasn't able to tag all of you, since the limit of tagging in a post is 50! :(

I worked very hard on this, feedbacks, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, let me know your thoughts!

You kept your chin up, holding your crossbow as you put on a fake smile. “How’s the shield lookin’?” You greeted, watching Eddie’s hand grip the handle, hurling it towards the air.

“Light. But durable,” he says, punching it towards the air again, getting a better grip. “Deadly. But reliable.” Eddie smiles proudly.

“Looks cool.” You compliment the two, Dustin bows his head before the two of you looked at Eddie to see him raising his hand, his foot stepping on the basket. “Hear me now,” he begins dramatically, raising a fist to the air before opening his hand. “There will be no more retreating…” He pumps his fist down, doing a little jig of happiness. “From Eddie the Banished.”

Eddie looks at you as he toyed with the lid, his smile still etched upon his pretty face. “No more.” You assured him, smiling back.

Dustin stands up, holding his own shield. “Hey, Eddie, guess you’re really ready for bat-tle.”

The two of you look at each other before looking at Dustin with a serious look.

Dustin nods, checking if the two of you got the pun as he chortles. “You guys get it? Bat-tle.”

Eddie tilts his head at him, raising his eyebrows.

Dustin rolled his eyes. “B-A-T. No?”

Eddie shook his head, dropping his shield to the ground as you watched. “I thought I had a good one.” He says before he’s fully tackling Dustin, making you gasp out in surprise. “What are you doing?!” Dustin exclaimed; poor boy hadn’t got the chance to defend himself.

You laughed out loud before Eddie was pushing Dustin away with a teasing smile.

Dustin wouldn’t let himself go down that easily, being a tough kid he is. “You son of a bitch!” He said in fits of laughter as he tried tackling Eddie down, getting his own taste of revenge.

“Alright Henderson! Take him down!” You cheered. “No wedgies! No wedgies!” Dustin shouts, making you even laugh harder, clutching at your stomach.

You watched as the play-fight ceased, how Eddie laughed out of breath, his hair sticking to his face from the light layer of sweat as he held Dustin.

You smiled. You could tell Dustin really looked up to Eddie, how Dustin’s smile widened, it was like seeing your own favorite superhero come to life. “Never change. Dustin Henderson.” Eddie spoke. “Promise me?”

Tilting your head, you watched the two. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Dustin responded. “Good.” Eddie said. “Good.” Dustin repeated. They laughed as Eddie pat his back.

“And what do we have here?” Eddie breaks away from Dustin to face you, eyeing the crossbow in your hand and the arrows poking from your back.

You raised your crossbow, which was loaded, but the safety lock was on.

Eddie takes a second to glance at you. He noticed that your eyes were a little puffy, a sign that you had cried again, but he let it slide.

“We have our own archer.” Eddie says to you. “This is the coolest thing I saw there, why not? And my aim is very accurate.” You proudly say.

Eddie’s stare lingers on you for a little longer, you could feel it as you fixed the strap of your crossbow, slinging it over your body.

Eddie noticed his actions; he shakes his head before walking a few feet away. “Hey! Sinclairs!”

“How are those, uh… spears coming on?” He shouts over to them. You looked at the siblings, Lucas seemed to be struggling whilst Erica looked like she was doing a great job. Lucas throws a thumbs up in your direction, smiling.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says, holding the funnel still so Robin could pour gas onto the glass bottle. The conversation between the two of you bore into his mind, your words echoing in his head.

“Get your shit together, Steve. Because it’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair.”

“We’re done.”  

“What doesn’t make sense?” Robin asked. Steve shakes his head, changing the topic.

“That was Dan Shelter, he graduated, like, two years ago.” He spoke. “So?” Robin replied. “So he’s in college… Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned like- I don’t know, a week ago?” He looks at Robin to make sure she was listening.

“Right? Unless she’s got some horndog brother we don’t know about… which is possible- Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?”

“Steve.” Robin interjected.

“What?” Steve looks at her. “I don’t care. I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on… Honestly this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… In the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.” Robin said.

Steve sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I get you there, but I still have hope.” Hope for what exactly? Steve doesn’t know. Now that he just took a huge wrecking ball in your relationship, he wonders if its still able to be repaired.

“Not everything has a happy ending.” Robin noted. “Yeah, yeah, believe me. I know.” Steve replied.

Robin chuckled, looking at you, but Steve’s gaze was at Nancy. “Your relationship’s fine, Steve, don’t sweat on it.”

Steve clutches another bottle, his other hand holding the funnel. “No. It’s not.”

“Not? What? Why?” Robin questioned.

“I messed it up, and I think- I think I’m still in love with-“

Robin glanced at you, then at Nancy, before looking at Steve. “No shit? Steve, come on.” Robin said in a hushed tone. “I- she broke up with me- earlier.”

“How are you holding up?” Robin said. “I don’t know, I feel…” Steve shrugged, it felt empty.

“Try to fix it if you can. I know she cares about you, Steve. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Even back then in the mall she couldn’t handle being in the same room with you ‘cause she’ll turn so red.” Robin reminisced.

Steve looked at Robin. “Whatever you do, make it count since… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve spoke. “I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but-“ Robin sighs as both of them look at the rest of the gang.

Nancy was trying to regain her aim, while you, Dustin, and Eddie were playing with the shields. Dustin running away from the two of you before grabbing the shield that Eddie clumsily dropped and now, he was the one getting chased. Steve watched as you and Dustin playfully pretended to jab Eddie with the shield, how he plays along with you, kneeling to the ground making pained noises, laying down on the grass in defeat. You laugh, sitting down on the grass in front of him, catching your breath. The Sinclair siblings were trying out their spears, Lucas spinning it around while Erica was testing the sturdiness of their work.

“We have to try. Right?”

Steve tears his gaze away from you, looking at Robin. “Yeah.”

Steve raises a bottle. “To killing Vecna.” Robin does the same, smiling. “Slash Henry.”

“Slash one.” Said Steve before they let their bottles clink.

Thankfully, there were more time for everyone to get dressed. Everyone was now clad in their battle armor. Now with the plan in mind, everyone was silent for the whole ride towards the Creel house, where Lucas, Max, and Erica were stationed. Then you, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were in charge in the Upside Down. You, Eddie and Dustin were tasked with distracting the demobats, while Nancy, Steve, and Robin were tasked with taking care of Vecna.

The sunset colored the interior of the RV in an orange hue. You and Eddie were once again sat together.

“If our plan doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Eddie mumbled, his head in his hands. You frown, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It will, we’ll make sure of it.”

“And there’s no way they wouldn’t fall for it, if our calculations are correct…” Dustin trailed off. You watched as Eddie places his hands on the table, his rings glinting thanks to the sunlight through the window.

This night, this night would probably be the biggest battle you had to face in your entire life. Your future depended on it. You couldn’t help but stare at Steve in the driver’s seat, how his face looked solemn. You bit your lip, swallowing. You couldn’t feel guilty now, you needed to focus.

The two of you hadn’t spoken ever since earlier. Although your eyes would find each other every once in a while, or so.

The van halted to a stop, outside was the Creel house.

As the door opened, Erica, Lucas, and Max steps out, holding their lanterns. The door slams shut, the atmosphere feeling suddenly heavy as you watched Max step foot into the house as the van began moving again, letting them disappear from your view.

The sky slowly turns dark as Steve parked.

“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time.” Nancy said, looking at everyone. You nodded. “Phase one.” “We meet Erica at the playground, she’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.” Robin answers. “Phase two.” Nancy said. “Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.” Steve replied. Nancy looks at him. “Phase three?”

“Me, Dustin, and Eddie draw the bats away.” You said, then from the corner of your eye you see Eddie ruffling Dustin’s hair, which made Steve look at the two before turning back to Robin as she spoke.

“We head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair, and…” Robin raises the Molotov, sloshing the liquid inside. “Flambé.”

Nancy nods, staring at the ground. “Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied.” She looks up. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”

“Got it.” You all reply in unison before exiting the RV.

Once again, you all jog your way into Eddie’s trailer, opening the door and closing it once everyone got in. Steve flicks the light switch on, his eyes gluing onto the glowing red gate to the Upside Down.

Steve drops his bag, approaching the makeshift rope.

“Be careful.” Dustin says to Steve. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve said, giving him a light pat on the chest. Taking in a breath, Steve grabs at the rope. “Here goes nothing.”

Steve successfully climbs into the Upside Down, his feet landing with a thud as he hits the ground, looking back up and shrugging nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes, always the showoff. You could hear Robin muttering sarcastically. “What does he want us to do, applaud?”

You see Steve dragging the mattress, flopping it on the ground, serving as a landing pad. “Alright, let’s go.”

First up was Nancy, who got an extra boost from Robin. Nancy hits the landing pad, you could see Steve offering his hand, pulling her up. And you swore you could see them stare at each other, shaking your head, you brushed the feeling off. Next up were the bags, you threw your weapons in.

Second one was Eddie, followed by Robin. Now it was your turn. You lunged yourself up, grabbing the rope as you climbed. Going through the gate you suddenly feel the weight of gravity hit as you flop onto your back on the bed with a gasp.

You blinked a few times, then you saw two hands reaching out for you. Steve and Eddie, on either side of you. Looking at neither, you grabbed both their hands as they hoisted you up. The next was the shields, spears, and a few more bags as the last person to come through was Dustin, he lands with a thud, a surprised look in his face.

He sits up, amazed before he was being pulled by the shirt thanks to Eddie and Steve.

After gearing up, Nancy opens the door, stepping out, followed by all of you.

You could hear thundering as you were back in the gloomy place. Shivers began to crawl up your back seeing everything with dark root-like features crawling everywhere. You let out a breath you realized you had been holding.

“Hey, guys, listen.” Steve said, suddenly turning around to face the three of you. “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all- you abort.” Steve said, looking at you, before glancing at Dustin and Eddie. “Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.” The three of you nodded.

“Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something… Okay? You guys are just—”

“Decoys.” The three of you reply. Steve looks at you, pursing his lips and nodding. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.” Dustin said. Eddie agreed, “Absolutely. I mean, look at us.” He glances at Dustin then at you. “We are not heroes.” He looks back at Steve, chuckling.

Steve began walking away but Eddie calls out to him. “Hey, Steve,” They look at each other. “Make him pay.”

Steve nods, grabbing the chance to take one last look at you as you did the same. You sent him a nod and a small smile. You could see the edge of Steve’s lip curl up, but a second later he was already walking away. As they began their journey, the three of you began nailing bits and pieces of metal onto Eddie’s trailer, making sure that when things go south, you’ll be protected from the inside.

You hammered it on, looking to the side to see Eddie ripping off a fence, placing it onto the rug along with miscellaneous materials as Dustin and Eddie pulled it towards the trailer. You hopped off, done with your work, you decide to help hold the metal scrap as Eddie drilled it in. “Sure, you got that in, Munson?” You said, looking up at him as his tongue sticks out in determination. You chuckle at the habit.

“Yes…ma’am.” He replied, patting the new layer of protection. You smiled at him as he also smiled at you. You avert your gaze, the smile never leaving your face. After a few more minutes of reinforcing Eddie’s trailer, the three of you step back to admire the work you’ve done as thunder booms in the distance.

“Not bad.” Eddie said.

“Not bad at all.” Dustin said as he smiled.

“Great job, boys.” You said, breathing out. Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “We’re only getting started. Now for the fun part.”

You and Dustin looked at each other before the three of you entered his trailer, heading straight to his room. Eddie halts, eyes going wide. “Jesus Chr…” Eddie lets out almost something akin to a whimper as you watched. Dustin chuckles as Eddie slowly approaches his guitar mounted on the wall in awe.

“It’s like… she was destined for an alternate dimension.” Eddie said.

He slowly reaches up to grab it. “What do you say, guys?” turning around he looks at the two of you. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“Hell yeah!” You smile.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin remarked.

Eddie slings the guitar on him. “Let’s do it.” With a devilish grin, he slings the guitar onto his back.

Even with the thought of impending doom in the back of your mind, being with Dustin and Eddie was enough to calm your nerves, but your mind often had you rethinking about Steve. Where were they now?

Steve watched Robin as she was rambling on about the possibility of them getting lost.

“We’re not lost, Robin.” Nancy said. Only thing she got was a chuckle from her. “Robin, hey. Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?” Nancy reminded her as Robin took off. “Thank you!” Robin responded, and then she was off.

“Uh, don’t worry about her.” Steve said, walking besides Nancy. “She’s just stressed, y’know, scared.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Nancy replied. “It’s just…” “She’s a super klutz?” Steve finished, looking at her as she chuckled. Steve tried to keep the conversation steady, his mind flashing back to you. At this point, Steve just wanted things to be done with. He was still conflicted, having Nancy in front of him all this time had him reminisce of the past that they had together, which Steve will admit that was long gone. However, after all the time had passed, with you getting with him and him rarely seeing Nancy, it was easy to forget the hole that she left in his heart, that was eventually filled by you.

“She did tell me that it took her longer to walk than most babies, so…”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “I really shouldn’t laugh.”

He was being a total asshole, he realized that sooner than he liked, now he’s walking in the Upside Down with a broken heart. Seeing Nancy only made things worse, as he realized how he’d pine over her the past weeks, always wanting to be near her, hell, he even forgot you. That, that was fucked up of him. Now, all he could do was pretend everything was fine.

“When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.” Steve admits.

“Crawled backwards?” Nancy repeats. Steve looks at her for a split second, before acting it out. “You know, I’d push with my hands like this. Beep. Beep... Always in reverse, you know?”

Steve looks at Nancy, gesturing with his hands. “Come on. It makes sense. You push to move, right?” “No, no. It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy laughs. “Well, it did to my tiny little Harrington brain.”

Steve shrugged. “That is, until I reversed my baby butt down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.” Steve looks at Nancy, seeing her face in disbelief. “Yeah.”

“Wow. That explains so much.”

“Yeah. I think it kinda does. I think, like, right out of the gate, like- I’m super confident. But y’know I’m also, like, an idiot… Which is just… I mean it’s a brutal combination.”

Then Steve remembered how he was just like that, with you, but the only thing was, you were the only one able to understand him for what he truly is as a person, you’ve uncovered many things in the span of the two of you being together, that made Steve realize how much he had to learn through you, how you taught him of certain things in life, that not everything gets to be handed to him in his life, he’s got to work hard for it. To truly understand what it was like.

“But, I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn.” What happened between you was a lot more than a thump to his head, it was like someone had dropped a gallon of ice-cold water on him, bucket included. “I can crawl forward.”

But at every glance he takes at Nancy, there’s an ache in his heart, no matter what he does. This was wrong. He was beating himself up in his mind. How could he just simply throw a perfect, loving, healthy relationship with you for someone that doesn’t even like him that way anymore? Steve glanced back, even though he was farther away from you, it still doesn’t help that the uneasy feeling pooling in his stomach at the thought of you being so far away about to bait yourself from those goddamn bats that almost killed him. It sent him shaking his head, trying to focus that you were safer there. You were safe with Dustin and… Eddie.

Steve shakes the thought of you and Eddie in his mind, focusing on the conversation with Nancy.

“Listen, I guess what I’m trying to say in a really stupid, roundabout way is, um…” Steve sighs, stopping with a click of his tongue. “…Is thank you.”

Nancy wears a look of confusion, being taken aback. “Thank me?”

“Yeah.”

“For...?”

“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life, two years ago, and now.” Steve breathes out. “I needed it. It’s changed my life.”

“What do you mean now...? Steve?” Nancy questioned.

“I used to think if I hadn’t done the things I did…a part of me still thinks that we would’ve made it.” Steve didn’t know what he was doing, it probably wasn’t the best way to earn closure like this. He was just spewing out words that made sense to him.

“Steve…” Nancy began, Steve looked down, swallowing. “You can’t do this, Steve.” Nancy said. Those words came crashing down on Steve’s chest.  He knew he didn’t stand a chance but seeing and hearing those words from Nancy solidified it. “Have you thought about (Y/N)? I mean- how would she feel? She’s been with you longer than me, Steve. She’s been with you through everything that happened. She loves you, Steve, I could see it. I only didn’t speak about it since I thought maybe we were just catching up together- as friends.” Nancy breathes out.

Now that felt like he was given another thump on the head, thanks again to Nancy. Friends. That’s all they would ever be, no more, no less. And you just broke up with him.

Steve was about to open his mouth to reply, but then rushed footsteps and Robin’s voice was heard. “You guys! Awesome news!”

Steve bit his lip, he didn’t know if he should be thankful for the disturbance or not, since it means he was once step closer to his grave.

“Looks like we weren’t going the wrong way after all.” Robin pants. “Come on!”

Steve and Nancy look at each other. Steve gives up, jerking his head towards Robin, walking away. “Let’s go!” Robin rushed.

“Okay.” Steve muttered; the words unsaid leaving to rot in the back of his head.

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Every second you felt your anxiety getting worse. Waiting atop of Eddie’s trailer, Dustin was tasked communicating with the other team, listening if your phase was about to commence.

Tapping your foot, you were stood by the edge, overlooking the rest of the houses and trailers scattered, with the forest looming over. You had everything planned, nothing could go wrong, right?

There were a few taps on your shoulder, looking around you spot Eddie, wearing his usual smile, moving to stand next to you. “So, you feel alright?”

“I don’t-“ You sigh, gesturing all over the place. “I don’t know, really… we just have one chance at this and if we fuck this up I-“

“Hey, hey…you know I’m also close to shitting myself here but,” You laugh at Eddie’s words, easing your anxiety. “We’ll get through this, okay? When all this is over then we’re free to do any shit we like.” Eddie said, smiling.

“Hmm, and what are you planning on doing when all of this is over?” You asked. Eddie lets outs a sigh, eyes blinking in thought. “Never really had someone ask me that.”

“Well, here I am, asking.” You smile.

“Dunno, probably clear my name first, then, like, go back to my band or something- even go on tour- Sounds weird now that I’m saying this out loud.” Eddie looks down, chuckling. You shake your head, laughing with him.

“Doesn’t sound weird to me, and I promise you, we’ll do everything we can to prove to everybody that you’re innocent.” You promised. Eddie smiled at you, he always liked your aura, its like everywhere you went there followed hope. Even when Eddie could tell that you were hurting, your smile still felt genuine, well, to him anyways.

Maybe, after all of this, he’d definitely would like to get to know you better. Maybe even teach you how to play D&D, who knows.

Then the two of you hear the chatter of Dustin’s walkie talkie.

“She’s in. Move to phase three.”

“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin replied.

Both you and Eddie look at each other. “Goodluck.” You said, moving over next to Dustin, plugging the amplifier as Dustin cranks the volume up, the feedback ringing in your ears. Eddie looked nervous; you could tell.

He nods, yanking the pick from his necklace. With a shout, he grabs his guitar then began strumming.

You and Dustin watched in awe, smiling as the two of you bopped your heads to the music. “Go Munson!” You cheer.

Meanwhile Steve watched as the bats screeched, flapping their wings, moving in unison toward the direction of the loud music. He knits his eyebrows, worry crossing his features. He hoped you remembered his advice earlier.

As Eddie strummed, you almost forgot you were in an alternate dimension, you watched as Eddie headbanged as his fingers worked their way in playing with all their might. You and Dustin continued to headbang yourselves as the two of you laughed. “This is amazing.” Dustin commented, watching Eddie.

He places his foot up onto another amplifier, continuing to rock. Dustin pulls out his telescope, watching for any signs of the demobats.

After a moment Dustin looked, he stands up. You looked to the distance. “Eddie! We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin shouted at him. Eddie nods, licking his lips before continuing to play louder.

Looking toward the distance you could already see a flock of them, making you stand up.

“T-minus 20!”

Eddie’s eyes sent you a wave of determination, looking at you before he shreds the solo. You could already hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears as the adrenaline rush began. “Let’s go Eddie!” You

“T-minus 10!”

Eddie pushes through.

“Five!”

You could hear the thunder cracks began to get louder.

“One!”

Eddie finishes, the last strum echoing as it fades.

“Move, move, move!” You screamed. “Let’s go!” You all jumped down towards the pickup truck and back onto the ground as the chitter of the bats neared. You rounded towards the makeshift gate. “Go! Go!” Eddie ushered. “Shit! Shit!” Dustin screams.

Once you and Dustin made it in, Eddie followed. “Hurry! Eddie, shut it!” Dustin screamed at him. With a huge clang, Eddie shuts the gate, just in time as the bats landed.

“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin said, opening the door. You and Eddie made your way in, Eddie slamming the door.

Catching your breaths, you all looked at one another. “Dude! Most metal ever!” Dustin screamed. “Oh my… Oh my god!! Eddie followed Dustin, jumping up and down with adrenaline. You joined in, screaming and jumping with them. You laughed as it stopped, Eddie balling his hands into fists and screaming. “That was- jeez that was awesome.” You breathe out. Now that the bats were distracted, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to Steve.

Holding your crossbow in hand, you listened closely to the swarm of demobats as they thrashed the trailer, clanging and banging everywhere.

Every slam of the creatures on the wall had you gripping the crossbow tighter, your knuckles almost turning white as you let out a shaky breath.

Then the thrashing stopped.

“Hey, dipshits!!” Dustin calls out. “Give up that easy, huh?!”

“Shh!” Eddie shushed, “Is that really necessary?”

You were about to speak when the clattering began sounding from above the trailer. All of you simultaneously stare at the ceiling. “They’re on the roof.” Eddie spoke.

“No shit.” You reply.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Dustin repeatedly mumbles. The three of you follow the scattering, your eyes trailing down towards the vent. “They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked, gripping his spear.

As if it was on cue, a demobat smashes the vent down, creating a hole as it stuck its head inside. Eddie and Dustin jumped back; your eyes widened. Wasting no time, you aimed your loaded crossbow, turning the safety off before shooting at it, you successfully hit its wing, leading it to crawl back out of the hole.

Eddie and Dustin screamed as more demobats tried to squeeze through, grasping their spears, they rushed and began poking through the vent with their spears. “Die! Die!” Dustin shouted. You loaded another arrow, raising the crossbow and aiming. Shooting, you successfully hit a demobat on the neck, the creature dying with a screech.

Eddie looks back, he seemed to be looking for something. He rushes towards the side to grab a chair. “Eddie! What are you doing? I need you!” Dustin said. “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He screamed, placing the chair towards the vent as he hoists himself up. With a yell, Eddie blocks the vent with one of the shields.

The demobats trilled.

Eddie and Dustin catch their breath. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Eddie said. “Nice.” Dustin said. “Thanks.” Eddie responded, high-fiving Dustin.

“Guys,” they both turn to look at you. “Are there other vents we should know about?”

“Oh shit.” Eddie breathes out, jumping down from the chair and rushing to his room. You followed as Dustin let out a few more curse words. As Eddie slams the door open, the demobats already rushed in, flocking around his room, screeching. “Fuck!” You exclaim. “Go, let’s go!” You pulled them both away from the door, slamming it.

You knew the wooden door stood no chance against them as they began chipping at the wood, already making slits through the door. “Come on, come on hurry!” You scream. Eddie grabs the other shield; you gripped your crossbow. “That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin said, referring to the almost beaten down door.

“Go! Climb!” You shouted at Dustin, he grabs at the rope, grunting as he pulls himself up. “Come on, quickly!”

Dustin safely makes his way back into Hawkins, flopping on Eddie’s bed.

“(Y/N)! Hurry!” Eddie shouts at you, for a split second you didn’t want to leave him there. You wanted to stay, you wanted to fight with him. To hell with your future if you died now.

But as Eddie shouts at you once again, you knit your eyebrows, slinging your crossbow onto your back as you climbed the rope fast as your body can. Your heart hammering in your chest. You flop down onto Eddie’s bed with a thud, you wasted no time standing up, looking at Eddie.

“Eddie, come on! What are you waiting for?!” You screamed at him. Eddie threw the spear and shield away, already hoisting himself up. You watched intently, wanting Eddie to get over here as fast as he could, to make it safe back here in Hawkins. You wanted him to climb faster. It was already a losing battle. You could hear the door cracking in the distance as Eddie turns to look at it.

“Eddie come on, please!” You shouted along with Dustin. “You’re so close, Eddie come on now let’s go!” Dustin screamed. “Leave it, Eddie! We’ll find another way!” You shouted.

Eddie stopped.

The thought already clicked in your head as your eyes widen, watching him drop down back onto the ground. “Eddie.” Dustin called. Eddie looks up at the both of you, his face stricken with gloom as he already made the decision in his mind.

“Don’t- don’t fucking do this to us, Eddie.” You spoke. Eddie rushed back, grabbing his spear and shield, he aims the spear at the rope as you tried to grab onto it.

“DON’T! EDDIE!” You pleaded. He screamed, slicing the rope off as it fell limp in your hands.

You shake your head, looking around everywhere for a chair able to jump yourself back in the Upside Down. You looked up to see him moving the bed out of the way. “Eddie, stop! Eddie, stop!” Dustin’s voice cracked as he pleaded, you felt your throat tighten, hearing how Dustin pleaded. You knew Eddie meant so much to Dustin. “Stop, stop, stop.” Dustin said, holding his head in his hands, looking at Eddie.

Your breath quickened. Your chest hurt. You needed to act.

Rushing towards the chair, you trashed everything that was atop of it. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin screamed. “I’m buying more time.” You could hear him say.

Oh, you absolute little shit You thought, trying to push the thought of Eddie sacrificing himself just to get more time.

“No!” Dustin disagreed. Eddie fades out from view. “Eddie, please!” Dustin cried.

You rushed, throwing the rope away before replacing it with the chair. You grabbed Dustin, patting him on the shoulders as tears ran down his cheeks. “Dustin, hey, whatever you do, don’t- don’t follow, okay? Promise me?” You pleaded.

Dustin looks at you, the poor kid’s eyes widen as he shook his head. “No, no, not you too, (Y/N) please.” He begged, fresh tears running down his cheeks. You shake your head, smiling as tears blurred your vision, trying your best to smile at him. “Dustin, listen, hey,” you say, wiping off his tears with your thumbs, in hopes to comfort the kid. “I have to, okay? We must end this, once and for all. No more trouble, no more Upside Down bullshit.” You spoke. “You’ll get to live your life out there.” You spoke, blinking your tears back.

“Please, (Y/N)…” Dustin croaked as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, buddy, please,” You say, shaking your head you pushed him away, leading him to land on the floor. “Don’t follow.” Was the last thing you said before you ran for a jump start, using the chair as leverage. The chair drops as you managed to hoist yourself up.

“(Y/N)! NO!” Dustin scrambles to stand up, wanting to reach out to you but it was too late. You already dropped into the upside down on your side with an agonizing shout. You definitely felt something break.

Trying your best to disregard the aching pain in your shoulder, you stood up, seeing the door open. “Hold on, Eddie.” You mumbled as you heard Dustin screaming above you.

You braced yourself and ran outside. You could hear the chittering of the demobats. You could see a flock of them following something, or someone.

Eddie.

Flinching, you heard a chitter behind you, it was a demobat hissing. You slung your crossbow back, trying to load and aim as it circled you. “Come on, come on.” You mumble, waiting for the right time. As it circled around you once more, you took the shot. It fell limp on the ground, screeching.

You stared at it, then your head perks to the direction of the flock. Looking around, you spot another bike.

Running towards it, you rode it and began biking, wanting to reach Eddie sooner. Your legs felt like they were on fire as you dreaded every second you weren’t with Eddie. You took on the other side of the road, you were slowly gaining up speed, catching up to him. You could see the bats gaining up to him as well.

There was only one thing you could do.

“Come here fuckers!!” You shouted, catching the attention of a few demobats as they trilled, switching in direction. You spot Eddie, looking at you as if you were a ghost.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?!” You screamed. Half of the demobats were now onto you, you biked faster as your legs could. “(Y/N)!” Eddie called out. You paid no attention to him, you only cared about diverting the demobats away from him.

“Yeah, that’s right! FOLLOW ME!” You screamed, lungs burning, not only from screaming, but from inhaling the particles floating around.

Eddie could only watch as the demobats chasing him were now onto you.

He was in shock as he saw you there with him, biking along, letting the demobats use you for bait. A part of him felt relieved, at least in this moment he wasn’t alone, somehow you still found the courage to join him even if it meant no chance of making it out alive.

The other part of him wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to be angry at the fact that you followed him, risking yourself in the process. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. He’s scared. Never in his life he thought he’d be fighting for his life in the year that he even hoped to graduate in.

As if any of that even mattered anymore. Even if his sacrifice goes unnoticed, he still felt at peace in knowing somehow, he was able to save all of Hawkins. But he couldn’t let you do that for him.

You were doing a good job at making the creatures chase after you. That is, until the chainrings snapped.

Eddie’s eyes widen as everything he saw played in slow motion.

Your eyes struck with fear as you lost your balance, swerving to the right as your body’s instinct was to flee itself from the bike, your body landing in a thud as you rolled a few feet away due to the speed you were going. “(Y/N)!” Eddie shouted, gaining speed on his bike to reach you.

You groaned in pain as you tried your best to stand up, your body ached. Looking around you find yourself surrounded by the demobats as they circled around you. Grabbing your crossbow again, you loaded it as the pain in your shoulder became unbearable as you let out an agonizing grunt. There were a few already trying to make a bite at you. Your ears rang from their constant chittering.

Shooting one down, you were unaware of the one behind you as it already landed on your leg, taking a bite out on the side of your thigh. You screamed, smacking the bat with your crossbow as blood seeped through your jeans. “Fuck,” You shudder. The bite stung. You kept your head up, looking around for any more demobats that could unexpectedly come at you.

“(Y/N)!” You hear Eddie.

Looking around you spot Eddie, throwing his bike away, grabbing his spear and shield, and was headed towards you. “Eddie!” You called; he could see how your face contorted in fear. “Hold on!” He said, trying to find a way in to get to you.

You tried moving but the bats prevented you from doing so, in the corner of your eye you could see Eddie, pushing his way through as couple of bats nip and bit at him. “Eddie!” You called again, aiming for the bat that was on his back, breathing out, you shot it down as Eddie rushed toward you, now the two of you are back-to-back against these hellish creatures.

“I couldn’t let you do this on your own!” You shouted, hoping he heard. “And you’re stupid enough for that!” Eddie shouts back. “I couldn’t care less, let’s finish this!” You said, suddenly you remember stuffing a Molotov inside your bag. Eddie shouts as he tried fending the bats away, jabbing them with his spear.

“Eddie.” You called. “Yeah? A little busy here!”

Shooting another bat down, but one got to your arm as it took another bite at you. Dropping your bag, you grab an arrow, gripping it tight enough. With your vision going dizzy you jammed the arrow into the bat’s head, its blood splattering as you yanked it off of you. Eddie also looked to be suffering from a few bites too as his shirt had tears and blood seeping through them.

“Cover me!” You shouted at Eddie as you ducked to rummage in your bag. Eddie looks at you before doing so, defending himself with the shield and thrusting his spear into the air to hit a few bats.

Successfully grabbing the Molotov, you only needed one more thing.

“Eddie! Please tell me you have some kind of lighter with you!” You shouted. Eddie blinks back, thinking. “In my jacket, left side pocket!” He replied. You thanked all the gods as you reached in the pocket of Eddie’s leather jacket, pulling out the lighter.

Then another bat came at you, biting down at your stomach as you let out a scream, dropping the lighter in the process. You could feel its teeth sinking in deeper as it chowed away at you, your blood darkening as it seeped through your shirt. “Get away!” You hear Eddie, grabbing the bat by the hand as he pulled it from you, slamming it onto the ground, scurrying away. “Shit, (Y/N).”

You shake your head, grabbing the lighter again, ignoring the pain in your stomach.

“Eddie, if I say run, run, okay?!” You said, clutching the Molotov with you as you tried to see if the lighter worked. “What about you?!”

“I’ll follow, I’ll throw these at them, hope to God it works, and when they scatter, we run, run as fast as we can to that house, okay?” You instructed, pointing at a much stable house not far away from where the two of you were as you hissed in pain. Eddie nods. “Do it! I’m getting sick of these bastards!”

You crouched, your thumb striking the lighter. It sparked, yet there was no flame. You tried again, nothing. “Hurry up, (Y/N)!” Eddie hollers.

“Fuck, give me a second!” You struggled, repeatedly striking your thumb onto the spark wheel. You were slowly getting frustrated, it didn’t help that you were also losing blood by the second. “Oh why won’t you fucking wo-“ You strike it again finally, there was a flame.

“Hah! Hah, oh my god.” You breathe in relief, immediately sticking the lighter to the towel. “Okay, get ready!” You said to Eddie. “Yep, come on!” He shouts.

“Come and get this!” You shout in anger, standing up and throwing it at them. Everything suddenly glowed a bright orange as the fire spread throughout the bats as they let out pained screeches. Then they scattered, avoiding the fire yet some were too late. Eddie watched as every bat that flew were either catching on fire or dropping to the ground. You sling your bag back on, absentmindedly grabbing Eddie’s hand. “Come on!” You tugged him as the two of you ran towards the target house.

“Jesus Christ that was…!” Eddie exclaims as the both of you ran. Your leg and stomach stung from the bite, leading you to tighten the grip on his hand a little bit as you lightly tripped, mind getting hazy. “(Y/N)? Come on, come on, I got you.” You hear Eddie says as he pulls you to stand again as the two continued to run.

Reaching the house, you scrambled to find a window that wasn’t covered by the vines. When you did, you slid it open, whimpering in pain as the wall grazed your stomach. Pushing yourself into the house, you landed in a thud. Eddie followed, once the two of you were in safely, he shuts the window and slides the curtains on.

The two of you sat against the wall, panting and whimpering heavily. Your lip quivering as the both of you narrowly escaped death. Letting out a shaky breath, you threw your head back and closed your eyes. Hoping the bats were burning, suffering. Your head pounded as your vision seemed to spin even with your eyes closed.

“Fuck me…” You hear Eddie say from beside you. “I- I thought- I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” He groans, looking down at his bloodstained shirt, wounds on his stomach hurting. Everything felt numb, every slight movement you make sent a jolt of pain throughout your wounds.

You laugh dryly, “You’re stupid for thinking that,” you breathe in. “I couldn’t let you.” You said, opening your eyes, looking at him.

He looks at you. “Why?”

You chuckle. “You have so much to live for, Eddie Munson. And I did promise you we’ll help in clearing your name, right?”

Eddie looks at you, there was silence between the two of you as the distant sounds of the demobats hurting sounded in the background. You stayed looking at each other. “Uh, thank you.” Eddie breaks the silence, looking down at his wounds and shaking his head as he lifted his shirt. “This is going to be one hell of a scar.”

“Believe me.”

The two of you went silent again, deciding to find a first-aid kit. Wanting to patch up the larger wounds that you and Eddie sustained. Thanks to the house you were in, there was indeed a first-aid kit laying around in the bathroom.

As you sat in the living room, avoiding the vines, you had patched up your wounds and now you were patching up Eddie’s.

He watched as your hands worked, he was biting down on his leather jacket to keep himself from screaming, only letting out little grunts as you disinfected the area, applying the gauze.

“I’ve noticed,” You began, Eddie breathes out as you left your own finishing touches. “Dustin really looks up to you, huh?” You asked as you finished patching his wound. “That kid…yeah, yeah, I guess he does.” Eddie said. “He’s a great kid, I promise you. You should’ve seen him together with Steve.” You laughed at the duo, but your smile turned into a thin line at the mention of Steve. Eddie tensed.

You shake your head. “Anyway, I’m done.” You smiled at him, moving away to let him see. Eddie’s hands reached towards his stomach. “Thank you.” Pulling his stained shirt down, he sighs. “You think their dead?” Eddie said, referring to the demobats. “I sure hope so.”

“We’re stuck here, then?” Eddie asked. “Looks like it, doesn’t hurt to wait a couple more hours…” You answered. He nods. Minutes felt like hours as you waited.

But then the sounds of something dropping was heard, a couple, actually. You and Eddie looked at each other. “What was that?” You asked, before he could answer, you were already standing up, sliding the curtain a few inches away so you could peek through the window.

“Holy shit.” You said.

“What? What happened? What is it? (Y/N)- (Y/N)!” Eddie frustratedly says as you unlocked the door, opening it. Eddie rushes to stand, clutching his stomach. “(Y/N)!” He whisper shouted, stepping out and walking towards you.

“Look.” You spoke. He obeys, looking around he spots the mass of demobats on the ground, dead.

“What the hell?” Eddie mutters. “You think they got Vecna?” You asked, hopeful.

“Seems like it.” Eddie said, not believing the sight in front of him before looking at you. “Should we go…back?”

You debated, things looked clear so far. “Yeah, let’s go back…just be careful.” You said. Eddie does back in the house to retrieve the spear along with the shield. You slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Ready?” You asked him. “Ready.” He replies, both of you started walking away, looking at all the demobat, some were burnt to a crisp while the others just looked to have dropped dead. The smell wasn’t great either as it had you and Eddie scrunching your noses.

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Returning to Eddie’s trailer, the two of you sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Then there was a loud thud and a groan. You and Eddie snapped your gaze inside.

“Ah, shit, that hurts.” Dustin was there.

“Henderson! I thought I told you-“

“(Y/N)! Eddie!” At the sound of your voice, Dustin’s head perks up, scrambling to get on his feet. “(Y/N)! Eddie! Oh, thank god it’s really you!” Dustin ran to the two of you, and in an instant, he bends down to hug the both of you tightly. “Op, op, op. easy there Henderson.” Eddie breathes out. You smiled, hugging Dustin back, but the closed space between you and Eddie made you feel something. Dustin pulls away, his smile bigger than before. “And you- Eddie, I didn’t like what you did earlier.” Dustin scolded him.

“To be honest, man, I didn’t either,” Eddie chuckled. “Thankfully, (Y/N) here came to my aid, thought we’re both going to be the main course of those assholes.” Eddie shows his patched up wound along with pointing at yours.

“Shit...” Dustin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Yeah, shit.” You reply.

“You guys just about had me into having a full-blown heart attack back there.” Dustin sighs. “I’m glad you two are safe. And by the sounds of it, I think the other three are too.”

Letting out a breath, somewhere in you was relieved to find out that Steve was alright. He made it.

“Guys!” You heard someone shout from the distance. “Robin!” Dustin shouts back as you saw the trio making their way towards Eddie’s trailer. You and Eddie stood up, meeting them halfway. “How did it go?” You asked. “…He’s…” Robin trailed off.

“He disappeared.” Nancy said. “Wait what?” Dustin said. “How?”

“I don’t get it either, we burnt and shot his ass back there then he got thrown off the window, when we went to see him, he was gone.” Steve explained.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud booming noise, familiar to a clock chime. Vecna.

All of you looked at each other, this could only mean three things.

Vecna got Max. Four deaths. The last gate has been opened.

The ground beneath you rumbled as you braced yourself. “What the hell is happening now?!” Eddie exclaimed. “Get away, look!” Nancy said as bleaks of red through Eddie’s trailer glowed, his trailer cracked, the ground separating.

Losing your balance, your first thought was to grab somebody closest to you, that someone being Eddie. You backed away, pulling him with you as the ground shook immensely, sending you both to the ground as Dustin ran to take cover.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you as your face nestled on the crook of his neck, holding you tightly as the earthquake ceased.

Once it was over, you slowly pulled away from him, staring up into his eyes. “You alright?” He asked. “Yeah… sorry.” You apologize, sitting up when he lets you go. “Don’t be.” You caught him say before Steve spoke. “Everyone alright?”

“We’re good, man.” Eddie said as Dustin nodded.

“Guys… that doesn’t look too good.” Robin said, pointing at the reason for the earthquake. It stretched as far as all of you could see. No doubt it had already caused a massive damage in Hawkins.

“Oh man.” Dustin said.

The rest planned on how to get out of here now that there were massive gates connected to each other. You suddenly felt overwhelmed seeing Steve. You breathe out, stepping away from the scene, walking a few feet away. It dawned on you that all of you weren’t going to be experiencing things the same way now that the gates were complete. You held your head in your hands as you closed your eyes.

“Feeling any better?”

“No, honestly not. I feel like shit.”

Hearing them chuckle made you realize that it was Eddie, guess Steve still didn’t have the courage to face you, nor that he even planned to. And somehow, you find yourself being okay with that. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe even he deserved to move on.

“When I come back there…do you think they’d still be chasing me with pitchforks and torches?” Eddie wondered, standing beside you. You laugh. “Hope not, look, if they do, I promise I’ll be the first one to defend you.”

Eddie turns a slight shade of red at that, would you really?

“Like, I guess I’ll chase them down too, with or without my crossbow.” You added. Eddie laughs. “Thank you, that means…a lot.”

“You said it yourself, right? Whatever happens, there’s no more retreating from Eddie the Banished.” Acting it out dramatically.

Eddie plays along, raising his fist to meet yours in a fist bump.

“No more.”

And that night signified a new blossoming relationship between you and Eddie. A friendship that Eddie hoped would soon become more as he wanted to get to know the real you better than anyone else can.

“Through thick and thin?” You asked. “Through hell and back.” Eddie said as the two of you turn back towards the rest of the team, planning your next move.

Earlier as you and Eddie engaged in conversation, Steve found his chest aching, not from the battle, but instead because of you. He watched as you smiled and laughed with Eddie. Steve knew he no longer stood a chance, he hated himself for letting someone like you slip off his fingers so easily. A sigh escapes his lips, looking down on the ground as Nancy, Robin, and Dustin talked.

There was nothing he could do to get you back. He wished there was, but what could he do? The damage was done. You were about to move on when he wished you wouldn’t. But how could he stop you when he hasn’t moved on himself?

Whatever happens now, Steve promised himself that as long as you were happy, he was happy. Even if it meant to hurt like hell.

ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING

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[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 1

1. Sex Toys/Strap-on, Mutual Masturbation, Muscle

It can be fun to make them frustrated. 

If you set limits they usually listen: no touching each other, no looking away, no coming until I say that you’re allowed to. They know the final release will be even sweeter if they’re good. You’re the only one with the fortitude to actually enforce it, and they’re loath to let you down, so they obey. 

But they’ve been needy recently. When you’re immortal time can seem very short, so when you enforced a month of chastity at first they seemed intrigued by the idea. However by the end of the first week they were needy, and at the end of the second they were desperate. Begging for your permission, which was only granted after a great length. 

Not in the way they expected though. 

You’re spread out on the bed, legs akimbo; Aziraphale is on the bedroom chair with his trousers around his ankles; and Crowley is simply leaning up against the doorframe. Then sounds filling the room are the soft slap of skin on skin, the heavy breathing of concentration. 

Your angel has his hand around his cock, working it rhythmically, running his thumb over the head. Your devil has the fingers of one hand buried in his cunt, the other working his clit with such force you’re sure he will be sore tomorrow. You match their pace evenly, working between your legs with glee, their performance taking your lust to new heights. Your own personal pornography. 

“That’s it,” Aziraphale breathes. His eyes flit between the two of you. He wants to see who can take more fingers, and irritatingly Crowley always wins that one. He has four inside himself, crooking to hit his own g-spot. He’s collapsed against the door in order to try and keep himself propped up, slick with sweat and cum.

“Oh, Crowley, you’re lovely,” you whisper. He manages a grin and fuck himself harder.

“That’s it darling,” Aziraphale encourages, squeezing his sac with his free hand and speeding up his pmovements. Crowley moans.

“I’m going to —”

“Yes,” is the simultaneous response, and the three of you come at the same time, endorphins flooding you and making you hazy. Aziraphale cums in pearls jets over his hand, Crowley’s fingers damp as he squirts.

You collapse into the pillows. 

“There,” you manage, “will that tide you over?”

From the hungry look in their eyes you can guess that the answer is no. 

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(people at the bottom of this list I'm not sure it's letting me tag you properly - can you please make sure you are searcable on tumblr? I reblogged a post about this earlier)

#avo's kt 23 #aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

[mcu-coworkers]

Repairs

Summary: After some time apart and the right timing, Kylian decides to repair the damage he's done by all means necessary.

Pairings: Kylian Mappen x reader

Warnings: None really :\

A/n: wow its been a while very sorry to the person who requested this I cannot figure out how to respond to the tag but here it is I hope you love it! xx

Pt.2

What was once a cozy night away from the rainy weather of Paris quickly turned into one of the most painful nights you ever experienced in your life. That night was supposed to be about rekindling your relationship and reminding Kylian that there was still something worth fighting for here. But instead you were hit like a slap in the face with the reality that it was far from salvageable, and you didn't know where you both went so wrong.

“You ready, girly?”  suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your friend you put on a small smile hoping she hadn't been standing there for long

“Oh, yeah  I‘m just fixing this piece that won’t stay down.” you said pretending to be focused on a strand of your hair.

“Y/n.” she said while reaching for the hair that was perfectly fine where it was.

“Yes?” you asked back looking at her through the mirror.

“Just because he’s in New York around the same time we are doesn't mean we're going to bump into him at the launch party. It’s a launch party. The list is limited!” she said, trying to reason with your anxious thoughts.

She was your best friend alright.

In a way she was right, it's just that when you saw those pictures of him in times square going around the day you landed you’d been on edge.

Keeping posts to a minimum, no locations, and definitely no notifications to avoid all the speculating comments asking if you two were back together or not.

“ I   guess you're right B, it's just that  I   worked so hard to be better after he left and part of that is because  I   managed to stay as far away as possible.” you said taking this moment you had alone to vent to her before you were surrounded in a club.

Sighing, your friend pulled you up and started walking you to the exit of the hotel room.

“Honey,  I   promise you everything is going to be just fine.” She said smiling when you finally decided to let all your worries go and smile with her.

----At the launch party----

You’d  had a couple drinks to help ease the nerves and so far they were helping.

As you were greeting a couple of other guests you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, “Y/N!”

Trying not to look like a deer frozen in headlights, you turned around and came face to face with Hiba, Achrafs wife.

You hadn't seen her or any of the wags since you left Paris months ago, only texting here and there but keeping it short to avoid any mentions of her husband's best friend.

“Oh my god hi!” was all you could muster to get out at the moment holding on to the hope that he wasn't here.

The more the small talk grew the more anxious you became and it got worse when Achraf walked up.

Yup, he was definitely here too.

“Y/n! How’s my favorite smartass!” he said bear hugging you in the process.

You couldn't help but laugh, he was always so full of joy and jokes.

Pulling away Achraf moved to the side and low and behold there he was.

As much as you wanted to turn away and pretend like you didn't see him you mustered up all your positive energy and walked up to him and gave him the kindest greeting in the world.

“Hi Ky, It's nice to see you.” you said, sneaking in the scent of his cologne, you missed that scent.

“You look beautiful Y/n, It's really nice to see you too.” he said with a small smile playing on his lips a bit taken back you’d been so nice to him.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, almost like the way he used to.

Before you got lost in that world again you pulled his arms off you gently, smiled and turned back to Hiba.

Luckily for you someone called you away at that exact moment.

“It was really nice seeing you guys, we should catch up next time you guys are in!” you said and you glanced one last time at Kylian with a small nod and a smile before you were off.

Finally you released that breath of air you didn't even know you were holding and put on a smile for the rest of the guests.

As the night went on you shared stolen glances with Kylian although you tried to pretend you couldn't feel his intense stare on you every time a male approached you for longer than five seconds.

Finally, you felt like you had your fill of people and decided it was time to find a lonely balcony until your friend was ready to go.

At last you were able to find one with a nice bench that had zero strangers having makeout sessions on it.

Sitting down you admired the cold night full of shining lights and people walking, having the time of their lives.

Oh to be worry free.

“Stuffy?” you heard a voice startling you.

“ I  am so sorry  I   should have knocked or something.” Kylian said, stumbling over his own words.

“No no it's okay  I   was just really fixed on the lights  I   didn't even hear you walk up. Sit, please.” you said realizing you sounded a little demanding you looked away to hide your blush.

Quietly he sat beside you and looked straight ahead not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“How have you been?” he asked, breaking the tense silence.

“Good! Yeah, good. Focusing on the family business you know? And you?” you asked back, still focusing on the lights.

“Good PSG is staying on top, it keeps me busy.” he said looking down at his hands frowning.

This wasn't right. And he wanted to make it right.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, finally looking at you.

It was then that he took in just how beautiful you looked. Your skin glowing, hair long and soft, but the look in your eyes was dull no matter how big you tried to smile.

And he knew why.

“What?” you asked caught off guard finally looking at him.

And for the first time you actually looked into his eyes and you saw the same look you saw that night only this felt different.

Now it didn't feel like there was a wall between you two.

“You didn't deserve that from me, from anyone, ever.” he started.

“No ky, you don't have-” you began but were quickly cut off.

“No  I do because  I haven't been able to live with myself since  I  left that night,  I   was in a bad place with PSG, with my friends, and with myself and instead of letting you in  I  pushed you away and took it all out on you and for that  I   am really sorry Y/n.” he said putting his hand on your knee.

Tears began brimming your eyes, this was the Kylian you fell for two years ago.

He opened up and showed you who he was behind the cameras and the tabloids.

“Ky,  I forgave you the minute it was over.” you whispered, raising your hand to his chin.

“ I don't want it to be over anymore.  I  hate that word.” he said leaning into your touch.

“ I   wish it were that easy, Ky, but what you did hurt me a lot.” you said pulling your hand away.

There was no way you would allow him in that easily after working so hard to find your inner peace again.

“Mon amour, please” he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster.

What if you never took him back? He was already a sliver away from becoming part of the one percent that looked at your social media pages constantly if he wasn't already.

He couldn't live with just the bits of your life shared on social media. He wanted to be a part of those posts.

“Friends?” you asked, smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while. Holding your pinky for him to accept.

Taking what he could get he accepted.

Leaning in closer to you and taking your pinky in his he chucked.

“Friends.” he said looking down at your lips leaning in closer by the second.

All restraints flying out the window you whispered, “We’re not gonna be friends.”

“Nope.” he finished closing the gap and pulling you in making sure you’d never slip away again.

Pulling away you did have one question for him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked curiously.

“ My name was on the list?” he said in more of a questioning tone.

“The list that  I   made?” you asked, trying to hold in your laughter, this was your launch party after all.

Lost for words Kylian hid his face and cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

“The security guard was a big fan and  I dragged Achraf and Hiba here when  I saw Bianca's story.” He said casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Unable to hold in your laughter any longer you bursted into a laughing fit imagining Kylian stalking social media pages to find you.

Instead of making a snarky remark you just smiled and held on to him tightly embracing the peaceful silence and your new found “friend.”

#kylian mbappe #kylian #kylian x reader #psg #france #paris saint germain #kylian imagines #makes psg debut two days before brother kylian faces argentina in world cup final

[ckret2]

This design is so good!!! Would love to know more about Mabel’s interactions with Bill!

(Footnotes: "wtf is that purple thing Bill's wearing?" The first thing he could find. "Mabel has an earring?" Yeah that's how I've decided to show she's 13. Also her braces are a slightly different color because I got to choose new rubber bands colors whenever I went to the orthodontist. "What's the joke with Xanthe?" It's an Ancient Greek name that means golden/yellow. "Is this why Bill's fake name around outsiders is 'Goldie'?" Yes. It's short for Goldilocks.)

They get along like a house on fire. They get along so well it makes everyone else kind of nervous. They get along so well the others suspect Bill's faking it to manipulate Mabel.

In truth, they actually do get along like that. If the inside of Stan's mind looks like a black-and-white Escher painting and the inside of Ford's mind looks like a somber Kubrick movie and the inside of Dipper's mind looks a lot like reality, then the inside of Mabel's mind looks like a collaboration between Hieronymus Bosch and Lisa Frank—and wouldn't you know, the inside of Bill's looks a lot alike. Neon DayGlo chaotic colorful anarchy.

They're similar enough that if everyone in the shack takes a random guess at what it is Bill wants, Mabel's guess is usually closest to the mark—and because of that, he gravitates more toward her, which gives her more practice making sense of him, which quickly turns her into the household Bill expert.

Add to that, when Bill's not being creepy, Mabel's the most willing to help him with not-bad not-evil things. And as the local arts & crafts specialist she's the most qualified to help with his acute self-image issues. It sounds fun!!!

Bill won't talk about (or acknowledge) his feelings unless he's hit an explosive boil-over point; but inwardly, privately, he's raw and lonely and desperately grateful for someone who's on the same wavelength as him and who's willing, in a tiny way, to help fix his body.

He's also too alien to recognize (or care) that Mabel's efforts are straight up ridiculous.

For all their unexpected and frightening similarities, the main difference between Bill and Mabel is that Mabel's idea of a good time ends when real harm to other people begins—but that only applies when she notices the harm. Bill only half comprehends that she has limits at all, and when he does understand, he assumes her limits are like his: they're driven by fear of external consequences rather than an internal moral compass.

He thinks with enough time he could free her from those fears. She doesn't mind recklessly shooting a fireworks rocket if she doesn't notice the broken bones and bloody noses it leaves behind; so the next step is to teach her to notice them without fearing she'll get in trouble for it; and from there he'll teach her to enjoy the bones snapping as much as she enjoys the rocket exploding, just like he does. She's got a whole world of bright, colorful, sparkly mayhem to enjoy once she stops worrying about the consequences!

But until he can teach her to appreciate a cherry bomb, he can deign to appreciate a glitter bomb. They're both overstimulatory assaults on the senses, and that's great.

Mabel, meanwhile, is convinced she's well on the way to reforming Bill into a Fun Big Sister/Brother.

(Starting from this post, I'm gonna put all my human Bill AU posts under the tag #bill goldilocks cipher. Easy to remember—but you can bet nobody else is using that tag.)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #human bill design #mabel pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #bill goldilocks cipher #(I wanted to hold out on starting to use this tag until y'all got to see where it came from) #fanart #my art

[moxpunk]

Sometimes, I really hate the alienation I experience in trans spaces because of my asexuality.

I live in such a frustrating middle-ground. I'm a very sex-positive asexual person that enjoys physical intimacy and has a few kinks, which makes it impossible for me to exist in openly-sexual trans spaces or typical ace spaces without feeling like I'm on the outside frequently.

I'm a soft girl, my limits on kinks are relatively low compared to most other trans women I'm friends with. Breeding is right out, can't handle pain well, vore is a bit of a phobia, transformation is absolutely not my jam, and I'm not fat because I gain — I'm just naturally fat. When most spaces I've interacted with have an overwhelming number of people into a combination of those kinks, I feel silly being the one girl that wants to be hit with pies or to sit on cakes. I have nobody to relate to.

In asexual spaces, on the other hand, there's the predominant sentiment that ask physical affection and intimacy is seen as abhorrent. I like physical intimacy, I enjoy being touched in erotic ways, I deeply enjoy other people in a sexual context — I'm just deeply uncomfortable with the act of fucking and penetration. So, I feel like the weird freak when I talk about how much I enjoy that intimate realm of human connection when my peers want to vomit at the mere thought of kissing someone. Again, I don't have anyone to relate to.

Finding a space dedicated to my kink doesn't work out either because there's just so much transphobia in the relatively small online community. I'm like the biggest person on Tumblr/Cohost that has my kink, and I'm incredibly small-time. Zero way I can start a community myself, because I've tried.

To be clear, this isn't about social media posting or whatever. I block and mute tags as needed, and I'd never suggest folks not Post Stuff. This is more about Discords and forums.

I don't know where I wanted to go with any of this. I guess to vent my frustrations, or something. What set me off was a few comments back-to-back directed at me from multiple platforms from both realms. People in the one space flirting with me by saying they want to eat me or knock me up, while people in the other space tell me that I can't talk about my asexual relationship to my kinks.

Blegh. Exhausting.

#asexual #moxie heritage posts

[hearthouses]

top 4 works of 2023

I was tagged by @nameslikeguns and also @preseriesdean was an inspiration, but I modified it to four because I'm not super proud of any of my edits this year and I wasn't able to squeeze out another fic before the end of the year, so we're going with top four! I am also not going to rank them, but list them in chronological order from their posting date.

This year was a better year than the last two in terms of writing output, I had a rough 2021 and posted nothing, and only posted one fic in 2022, so four is a massive improvement, even if it feels miniscule compared of other people's outputs. The Fall was when I was most productive and I am very proud of what I wrote then, exploring concepts I was particularly interested in, even if it's not the most popular and putting myslf out there regardless.

I think I would have continued that streak had I not gotten covid, then 2+ months of complications from covid, but I am trying to drag myself out of that funk. I am hoping to write more in 2024 as I have so many WIPs I want to get to and finish.

Anyway, here's the list:

1. when you're smiling and astride me

This was the first work I posted this year. It felt good to write it, but it also came with some challenges because I wrote it for an exchange and I was very nervous with some of the concepts and how they would go over. But the exchange itself was based on the idea of freeing your id and going wild, so I eventually just went with it and this was the result. I really love exploring Dean's feelings about his body and gender expression, and how Sam helps with it, and my only regret is I wish it was longer.

2. you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight)

This was written in a haze of early Fall because of another exchange that created a level of freedom that unlocked something in my brain that kept me from second guessing myself. It sprang from a concept fanvid and I came up with the idea wholesale from some mental images and let the story happen. I'm very fond of the result, even if it feels saccharine and too sweet and romantic for some. I really love the vibes and the imagery, plus how in love Sam and Dean are.

3. the landscape after cruelty

The process for this fic was grueling. No idea was working the way I wanted, so I needed to come up with a new idea altogether and at times, I almost didn't finish this fic. I have no playlist because I needed quiet to work on this. None of my usual preparations for writing fic worked for this one. The subject matter was daunting and I'm still unsure if I accomplished what I set out to, but I am proud of it. It's not very popular and I wonder if I hit the wrong notes often, but I'm also very protective of it. It's a weird fic that I'm not sure how I feel about the end result 100%, but I had to at least try and explore my feelings around the subject matter.

4. we could live forever in each other’s faces

This fic was written during the height of my illness. It wasn't supposed to be the fic I wrote because I had bigger plans (longer, more complicated fics), so I needed to scale them down to something more managable. How I did that was I chose to write the scenes in a series of drabbles, double drabbles, and triple drabbles, so I could focus on the preciseness of the word count. While this style of writing might feels limiting, it helps me to focus. I really love the dreamy, fairytale-like result of this. I still want to write a longer fic about these themes, but I am glad I wrote this all the same.

#end of the year works list #wincest #sam x dean #masterlist #of sorts? #idk what to tag this as

[vase-of-lilies]

I just recently hit 500 followers on this blog! I only had about 300 until my blog shit itself last year, but I am so grateful for each and every one of you!

You have to be 18+ to participate.

If you write 250 or more words, please put a "read more" cut

Any fandom can participate!

Send an ask to claim a prompt - If I run out, I will always add more:)

NO pedophilia, incest, bathroom stuff (Scat, piss), or full-on beastiality (hybrid/monsters are fine)

If you do choose to write a darker story, please be sure to list all of the warnings:)

These stories can be anything from fluffy, to dark, angsty, whumpy, bloody, smutty, to even just plain-out humorous.

"Make it stop!"

"I can't breathe. I can't-| can't breathe."

"Please don't hurt me. Please."

"I'll be good. I promise, l'll be good."

"Would it be okay if I held you?"

"Hey, it's over now. You're safe."

"Don't worry. They can't get to you here."

"I've got you."

"Take a deep breath, and count to ten. You have to breathe, okay?"

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to tell me, but I'll listen." @nekoannie-chan

"Why do you let others stare at you like that? Do you like the attention? Then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this."

"You think you're some sort of saint, but you're not. You call me sick, but you're the real monster.

"You enjoy what I do to you."

"I want to mark you in front of everyone."

"I love you so much, you have no idea to what limits I'd go to prove that to you." @nicoline1998enilocin

"Be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again."

"Do you think I like hurting you? Because I fucking love it." @emerald-evans

"It's okay to love me, please love me." @buckys-wintersoldier

"I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds."

"This is why I fell in love with you. This is why I'm obsessed with you."

I hope you enjoy this challenge!! When you are done, tag me in the work add the tag #mays500challenge, and post away! The day that I will make the masterlist of posts will be February 14th (my birthday!), and if you need more time feel free to ask:) I know Kinktober is happening, so I don't want to overwhelm you!

Enjoy!!

Tagging a few people who might be interested:)

@the-queen-of-hell-666 @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @bucksangel @bunplushyy @scarlettwlw @emerald-evans @milknhonies @sgt-seabass @cherienymphe @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @fandoms-writings @breakablebarnes @thebluemage @emerald-evans @babyjakes

Thank you!!

#mays500challenge #writing challenge #Mays 500 follower celebration #vase-of-lilies follower celebration

[gloomiegalaxie-sims]

Simblr New Years Resolution 2024~

@sparkiekong tagged me for a new years resolution tag, thank you!

What's your Resolution for your Simblr?

i want to do a better job interacting with other folks and their content, there's so much amazing stuff out there but im letting shyness get in the way. there's a lot of stuff on my blog i was to fix, too. finish my lore and character sheets, maybe better organize things. i want to post more, but i worry that i'm spamming folks.

What do you want from the Sims Franchise?

oh wow the list is very long. i would say faeries (again, my FAVORITE occult from 3) but at this point i'm pretty sure they'd fuck it up. i guess here's a short laundry list: ~ expanded plant sims and aliens. neither have skill trees or special skills. ~ expanded hair colors. we have many more now than when the game originally launched, yes. but i still find the unnatural colors limiting; neon pink, neon blue, neonish green, the weirdest shade of purple ever and neon yellow. CC fixes this too, sure, but it would be cool to have a standard of colors the CC creators can use so that you don't need additional CC (though hair overlays are neat). ~ fix the bugs. please, for the love of loki. i get that my game is broken from mods, but folks playing vanilla or lightly modded should have functional games. ~ BRING BACK THE KITSCH. i want nonsense, not realism ya'll. mods can give me realism, give me THE ABSURD. ~ maybe just burn everything down and start over? mash 2 and 3 together and give me that, but with certain updates from 4 (IE custom pronouns, body shaping in CAS, emotions).

Any other New Years Resolutions?

i need to be kinder to myself and not self-sabotage. (vulnerability time) i have very low self-esteem and a lot has hit me like a ton of bricks in 2023. i'm working through everything, but it's been very difficult. i started blogging to try and find other people and encourage myself to be less afraid and just let my brain go. my negative feedback loop sometimes goes haywire and tries to sabotage me (nobody likes you, you're boring, this didn't get any notes because it sucks, everyone is better than you), but overall it's been helping (thank you to everyone that encourages me, it means so so much).

sorry, i kinda went on a tangent there, i guess this hit me in the feels in just the right way.

anywho, i would like to tag @plumbewb, @boobpancakes, @glitchedsins & @simfestation

if you want to! also pls tell me if you don't want me to tag you in these things and i will desist!

#sparkiekong #tag game

[hispillowprince]

not to "um akshully..." with my first post on my shiny new blog (that is exactly what i am doing),

but ao3 (and initially tumblr to an extent) is, to its core, a "proship" website. the funny thing about this more recent distinction between pro/antis, the terminology itself and the discourse surrounding it is that it's simply rebranding and packaging topics of censorship within spaces that exist for self expression by and for fans/nerds/outcasts/what have you.

the principle of using a tagging and filtering system to AVOID broader censorship (that more often targets marginalized groups and limits freedom of expression) is a progressive one. censorship that is out of the hands of the community is not. this does NOT mean that everyone should simply subject themselves to content that makes them uncomfortable, or that people shouldn't be held responsible for, you know, basic human decency and respecting boundaries with one another...which is why tagging and filtering systems are set in place for us to have the ability at our disposal without altering the experience for others. what it DOES mean is we know that understanding that distinction between fantasy and reality is often integral to our experience in fandom.

we are not spokespeople. we are not and should not be held to a standard of wholesome, squeaky clean representation in our own free time and space we have simply to have fun and find like-minded people. this isn't the writing room for a bloody disney channel program trying to make The Gays palatable to pearl clutching parents, and frankly, when websites like tumblr, fanfiction sites etc are hit with the banhammer, things tend to only go downhill from there and lose creativity and engagement (including sfw creatives!). censorship has always and will always target those that don't fit the marketing bill, aka unsavory "fans/nerds/outcasts/what have you," whom are often - you guessed it - marginalized people that utilize fandom as an outlet.

whether people use fiction to draw inspiration for their art, process and recontextualize things in their lives (like traumatic events, introspection, humanitarian issues and so on), find community or simply have a good time, it is something that makes the human experience so fascinating. we have always and likely WILL always fantasize, dream and create (and share in those things).

to me, the fundamentals of an anti-harassment or proship stance is not that fiction has NO bearing on people or their experience, but that without the ability to make our own decisions and boundaries for ourselves, we are inhibited from learning, progressing and breaking the barriers of what confines us. this includes - but is not limited to - sexuality and sexual content.

sexuality. sex. infamously a natural form of expression/communication that has been weaponized and stolen from people in a sickeningly long game of "if we can't sell it or use it to manipulate and instill fear into you, then we don't talk about it at all." this game is effective in its continued tired controversy over whether or not people are allowed to discuss icky, gross sex in ways that can sometimes challenge our relationship with it and how we've been socialized to approach it. WHY open discussion about these things is healthy and helps set a precedence for being safe and mindful with it.

how does this tie in with proshipping? it's an alignment of values with censorship in this way. it's symbolic, really. we reclaim power for ourselves, making our queer coded villains and monsters something to play with than to shut us out. giving our little faves toxicity as a treat because we know how harmful it is to navigate a world without anyone to guide us through the steps or understand our own history/ies. or, you know, just be horny and silly online and find people who want to do the same.

anyone who claims they're pro/anti and makes it solely about what they deem okay to harass others with earns them my opinion that they're an asshole. anyone who simply does not want to engage with/discuss something that may or may not be considered problematic or controversial is simply a person. we all have lines we draw for ourselves. much like how someone playing d&d or video games doesn't spawn evil cultists or violent criminals, exploring sexual themes through fiction does not a predator make.

so, on that note - the end, lol. i hope this drabble of not entirely coherent figurative fist shaking at the sky serves you, or doesn't. either way, you know what to do when you don't like something! it's called blocking, babeeey. gold star if you made it to the end of this fat essay lmao

drinking water is really important though fr like it's not just a memefied thing it's-

#proship #fandom discourse #proship discourse #queer lens #good lord do i ever shut up #the answer is no once i get going #ily fandom friends so so much #mwah #censorship #sexuality

[thatstonedwriter]

Loona's Long Nose Post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: This is a crack piece based on a prompt I've been talking with an anon about. If you want the context, check out the Loona's Long Nose Post tag. Hope y'all can tolerate my attempts at humor. I also decided to expand the prompt a bit and add some fluff. I know the anon originally asked for a fem reader but I ended up keeping it gender neutral.

Content; platonic crack, fluff, gender neutral, no pronouns

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At first, you thought nothing of it. Some new structure in the distance; it looked almost like a telephone pole. At least.. You could've sworn it was. But why did it keep getting taller?

It wasn't long until you decided to investigate. Trying to find the source was like looking for the end of a rainbow. Whatever it was, it was getting tall enough to rival the buildings of Imp City.

After a while of navigating the city, you start getting closer, zeroing in on the source of this strange phenomena. You race through the sketchy alleyways and dank tunnels. Then you turn a corner to see..

"Loona?!"

"Agh- Fuck!!"

Loona's looking up- she has to, because she needs to balance her nose- wait, that's what you've been chasing after all day?!

"How and why-"

"It's been like this all fucking day! Some dumbass kids thought it would be funny to cast a spell or some shit- ugh," She stumbles, managing to catch herself. "I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Loona screams, attempting to kick a nearby trashcan.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer fucking length of her nose, Loona lost her balance. She'd expected to hit the ground. She would've preferred to hit the ground. Instead, she has to deal with the humiliation of doing that Michael Jackson lean because her nose is propped up on a nearby building. And that only made things worse..

"What do I do," Loona groans. She stumbles back, regaining her balance with your assistance, and decides to sit with her back against the wall. She leans her head back, wincing. "Fuck, its killing my neck too. Would you uh.. mind helping me out..?"

She's hesitant, not wanting to seem selfish. Loona hasn't been used to asking for favors or being vulnerable, but you've changed that. Not to say Loona doesn't appreciate her other friends, but it's not exactly the same. Millie's usually preoccupied with Moxxie or spending more time with Blitzø. Blitzø is.. A whole other thing entirely. You're the first friend who has put in this much time, effort, and care.

She understands if you're not comfortable with initiating physical contact. Your company was already enough to start making her feel more relaxed.

"Hey.. Seems like your nose is uh.. going back to normal," you say. And it's true! Slowly but surely, at least.

"Yeah, not fast enough," Loona rolls her eyes- and sees her nose start to grow again. "Oh come on!!" 

"Wait wait wait! I think.. Maybe the spell is activated when you're upset, and deactivated when you relax.. "

"Seriously, you're just guessing that?"

"Yeah, so? We're working with limited information, here."

Loona rolls her eyes, huffing and combing her hands through her hair. "Well how do you suppose I relax with.. This," she gestures to her nose, giving you a (dare I say) bombastic side eye.

"I dunno. Let's just distract you.. Do you have music or anything? Or want to talk?"

Whatever it was, your methods worked. While Loona still had some.. Flare ups.. She's been managing to keep her nose from getting too long.

It's definitely not easy, but that's why she's glad she has you.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #loona x reader #platonic #helluva boss headcanon #crack fic #loona helluva boss #loona's long nose post #Ngl I'm pretty insecure about this one #But I've been going through re editing and drafting #So I hope it's alright #request #writings.onthe.wall

[collaredpuppyslut]

hiya! im a trans, autistic puppyboy<3 (he/they)

[sub-leaning verse♡ i only dom for my bunny, (not)sorry]

18+ only!! minors/detrans/cishet DNI.

[read my limits before interacting.]

#stupid babbit bumbles- norman has (and probably will do so again) hit the post limit. it will use my blog to post. (i love it to death/p)

#hi norman:)- hi norman :) (asks from my buddy!)

#hunting prey- >:3

#wally whines- talking tag♡

#treats from pup- pics/audios of me!

#puppydraws♡- i may include lil doodles from time to time, so go look at em♡

#wally barks- tag fr answering asks!

PLEASE send in dirty asks whenever<3 :3 i'll be so well-behaved about it i promise

taken anon tags [ 🐇 , 💥 , 🐭 , 🖋 , 🐍 ]

kinks n preferences under the cut<3

favorites in pink!

terms i like- boycunt, puppycunt, tdick, clit, womb, breeding hole, subby masc terms, anndd i cant think of more rn chbxhbjgxrvv

terms i DONT like/use- v/gina, tits/breasts(i am going to get them removed. do NOT talk about them/ ask to see them.), pussy, any feminine terms!!

kinks- dumbification, somno, soft cnc (will be tagged as #cnc), corruption, praise, degredation, breeding(no pregnancy), aphrodisiacs, marking, knotting, free use, musk, hypno, (consentual) intox, temp. play (warmer side), FORCEMASC I GUESS, and a lot more that i cant think of

soft limits- hard degredation(against others, i can take it), denial(against others... i just wanna service them:[ ), that sort of thing, also like,, buttstuff

hard limits- r&pe/assault, dd/lg, ageplay, raceplay, d¡apers, misgendering, detrans, feeder/feedee, v0mit, sc&t, p¡ss, etc. you will be blocked if you dont listen.

what can you call me?- wally, puppy, pup, sweet boy, fuckmutt, honestly anything else thats masc or dog related

#pinned #wally whines #ftm puppy #wally barks #stupid babbit bumbles #treats from pup #puppydraws♡ #hi norman:) #hunting prey #tx.🩶🦴

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

This is part 2, highly requested. But I honestly don’t know if I wanted for her to end back with Jack, stay with Travis, or have her stay single. So you decided the ending 😉

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etcanada During the red carpet for her new movie, we asked Y/N if she and rapper Jack Harlow were officially broken up, we also asked her if she was now dating football player Travis Kelce. “Once I’m done with someone, that’s it, there’s no coming back. It hurts because I felt he was my soulmate, but I guess I was wrong. Travis and I, we’re just getting to know each other, we both are going through a very public break up, we help one another, wether it’s a shoulder to cry on, or you know, something else, we’re just there for each other.”

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ynupdates 😢

ynupdates what if this was my 13th reason?

harlowfan So sad. but I get it he cheated and it sucks 💔

jackharlow Technically, that’s what she thinks I did. She never saw me with her own eyes, all she knows is what people were whispering in her ear, she was already having doubts about our relationship so she decided to use that excuse. I didn’t cheat and I would never.

yourusername Is that what happened? 🤔

jackharlow Yes

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yourusername Now he’s hitting my line, telling me they were all lies 🥱

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theestallion Bitch you better not

yourusername Just a lick 👅

kaliuchis NO

yourusername Fine 🙄

jackharlow Because they were lies.

yourusername Boy bye

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enews New couple alert 🚨 actress Y/N and football player Travis Kelce take to their social medias to post each other on their accounts. Does this mean they’re finally official? Let us know down below.

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ynsource I say I’m here for this

ynupdates 🙌🏼 yesssss the upgrade

jackharlow y’all are fake because you were under my post saying how happy y’all were when we got engaged now y’all happy she’s with some other dude

ynsource We’re team Y/N lol

yourusername 😊 @ killatrav 🤝🏼

killatrav Lmao 🤣 always 🤝🏼😉

jackharlowfans what does that even mean ⬆️

allaboutyn They’re probably just trolling or just friends with benefits.

ynupdates Y/N TELL US!!!!

yourusername 🤫 we’re just keeping each other company by warming each other’s bed among other things 🙈

killatrav & some more

urbanwyatt 👁👄👁

jackharlow we all know she’s just doing this for attention and to get me mad.

killatrav You’re so full of yourself. But is it working? Lmao stay mad. She’s with me now.

yourusername 😬 🙊

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jackharlow Ex girl got a bae now, but she still let me stay now.

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urbanwyatt I- 🧑🏼‍🦯

jackharlow 💀

druski2funnny Say what now?????? Y/n is back?

jackharlow She never left 😏

killatrav Why do you have to lie on her name for? Cheating on her wasn’t enough? You have to continue posting her and talking about her.

jackharlow Man mind your business.

killatrav She is my business though.

jackharlow Whatever you want to believe my guy.

@ jackharlow added to his story

@ killatrav added to his story

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yourusername I’m just enjoying life.

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kaliuchis eso mamacita

theestallion As you should. But bitch, which of these men are you really fucking 🙊😂

yourusername LMAAAO maybe both. Who knows at this point.

killatrav 😍 Last night was fun.

yourusername It definitely was 😉

jackharlow This morning was fun

yourusername 🫣 uhhhhhh

jackharlow Quit playing already

yourusername 😬😬😬 Fine, I was with Travis last night. This morning with you 🙈 Byeeeee nooow✌🏼

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#jack harlow #instagram au #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x yn #come home the kids miss you