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romana-after-dark · 7 months

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Guard Dog

Riader!Joel Miler x Dark!fem!reader

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Summary: Joel attempts to raid the wrong house, and having the Joel Miller on his knees before awakens something in you... and in him.

Content and Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT Dub con on Joel (Is it non con? idk. Idk how im supossed to tag this but it's no where near the violence of tww someone help), references to non con from Joel to other women, gun sucking, fem domme, dark!reader but Joel is also dark soooooo, subby Joel, dead bodies, Nick reference (if you read TWW you know lol), multiple orgasms, overstim, dumbification?

AN 1: This essentially came of two thoughts, me thinking hmmmm how to write raider!Joel in a new way? 2. I want to avenge Little One. Joel did her so dirty and is still doing her so dirty in the dark timeline addition, lowkey wanted someone to get revenge for her. Plus, subby Joel is always a win for Fen and Maura lol

AN 2: Shout outs to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @toxicanonymity for talking me through this idea, esp Toxi for letting me use the gun blowjob bit lololol if you like that concept, I encourage everyone to check out toxi's raider joel Or maybe Jake's part in the chasing series

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Whoever it was, they had chosen to raid the wrong fucking house.

Yes, you were a single woman. Yes you lived alone. But no, you were not helpless, far from it, actually. Whoever it was is lucky they had made it past the set of boobytraps thus far. Actually, it sounded like a few of them had been taken out as it was.

Joel watched in relief as the arrow went through Nick’s skull. Relief it wasn’t him. He never liked Nick that much anyway, real creepy guy. In fact, he didn’t like any of the men that this house had gotten either. It was exhausting, trying to lead a group of dumbasses and whatever the fuck was in here it wasn’t worth it, so Joel attempted to make his exit. Thing was, leaving was proving just as hard as entering was. Whoever lived here didn’t want anyone living to tell the tail. Stepping over the dead bodies of a few of his men, Joel had narrowly dodged more arrows, spikes, darts; the whole lot, until some secret fucking door opened up like a goddamn scooby-doo house and there you were, gun to his forhead.

“Joel fucking Miller, I’ll be damned.”

Joel narrowed his eyes. He didn’t recognize you, but you knew him. That wasn’t surprising, he’d gained a bit of a reputation from raiders, fireflies and regular people. “Who the hell are you?”

You tell him your name, first name at least, and make quick work of taking out the gun in his hand. “Armed with anything else, Miller?” He said he wasn’t, but you knew that was a lie. “Don’t believe that for a second.”

“Then why the hell did you ask?” His texan drawl was prominent, especially when he was worked up.

“More fun to mess with you.” Keeping the gun pressed up to his temple, you press your body against his in turn as you pat him down for more weapons. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome.

“JESUS!” Joel jumped as you grabbed at his ass. “Watch your fucking hands.”

You can’t help but giggle; he thinks he's in charge. “You could be hiding weapons anywhere-” He tenses as you slip your hand between his buttcheeks as much as his jeans allow. “-Can’t be too careful.”

Joel was a brutal man, you heard stories of his rage and carelessness for human life, including women. There’d been many such stories of him forcing himself on women, kidnapping and trafficking… maybe he needed a taste of his own medicine? You take your time on his top half, feeling up every muscle, every bit of pudge, every dip on his broad body. Then, onto the lower. Without hindrance, you grope at his crotch and are very impressed by the size of him; and amused by the way he’s already semi-hard. Men are so easy, it’s funny sometimes.

“This make you excited, Miller? Or does it scare you to be at a woman’s mercy for once? Maybe a little bit of both?”

Joel didn’t look at you, lips pursed in a hard line.

You continue, moving the gun to his pants as you kneel before him to check lower. “I bet this is more your speed isn’t it? Having a pretty woman on her knees?”

The scoff above you doesn’t go unnoticed. “Mighty full of ourselves, aren’t we?”

After taking a knife and a gun that were strapped to his ankle, you stand up, satisfied with your work and the ever-growing bulge in his pants. “I own a mirror, Miller. I know what I got going on.” Degrading won’t work on you. With a nudge, you press him towards your room.

“Yuh gonna kill me?” There was no fear in his voice when he asked. This was a man prepared for death whenever it came.

“We’ll see. Gonna have a little fun with you first.”

Having Joel Miller on his knees for you was a goddamn treat. He looked so good like this, so submissive even if his bratty little face wanted to put on a show.

“It’s natural, you know.” With a glance down, you let him know that you are referencing his half-hard cock. “The adrenaline.” You squat in front of him. “How many girl came when you forced yourself on them? How many felt their bodies betray them? Did you laugh at them for getting wet?”

“I didn’t-”

“It’s humiliating, isn’t it?” Your gun was still out, knowing physically he could probably overpower you still. You weren’t weak by any means, but you also were aware he had far more upper body strength, muscles bulging through the seem of his shirt sleeves. The cool end of the gun prodded at his face as he tried to keep calm; the bob of his adam's apple and subtle rise of his chest was giving away his nerves. It was exhilarating, having a man that many feared, the cause of death of so many men, someone of damn-near legendary status and his knees for you… You couldn’t help the reaction the thrill had in pooling in your stomach. It was natural, wasn’t it? That’s what you told Joel.

Using the gun, you move his face around a bit to really take in his features. Strong nose, curly salt and pepper hair, soft brown eyes and lips you just really wanted to make whimper.

“Your quite handsome, you know that?”

An ironic chuckle. “I have a mirror too, sweetheart.”

You can’t help smiling at him as you straighten back up. “Take off your shirt.”

He rolled his eyes but did as he was told.

“Obedient thing, aren’t you? Bet I could train you, bet that’s what you need, isn’t it?” You slip your hand in your pants, feeling up your own wet cunt as the thrill of power elevates things. “Tired of having to decide, having to lead…” Maybe the adrenaline was getting to you, but you suddenly wish you had a dick to make him suck. You don’t, so you settle for the next best thing. You tap his lips witht he barrel of the gun. “Open.”

Joel hesitates, a slight spark of fear in his pretty eyes as he keeps his lips tightly closed, and that just won't do. You slap his cheek with the gun, and as grunts in pain the seal of his lips pops open.

“Ah-mph” His cry of pain was quickly muffled by the gun being shoved in his mouth.

“Suck on it, cowboy. Act like you fucking enjoy it.”

You don’t think he needs to act. Joel sucks on your gun like he would a dick and you furiously finger yourself to his rhythm. As he closes his eyes, you can hear a low groan emitting from his throat and his hands twitching at his side.

“Touch yourself, go ahead.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his right hand flying to the seam of his pants and palming at his full erection.

“Good boy, good fucking boy” You praise. “Just an obedient little dog pretending to be a lone wolf. Is that it? You just want someone to tell you what to do, huh?” You release the gun from his mouth and can’t help but grin as his lips chase it.

“Y-yes.” Joel admits, face strained in tension as he kept touching himself. Must hurt, being constrained like that.

“Take it out. Eyes on me.” You guide his face to look up at you with the tip of your gun. “Look in my eyes as you do it.”

As he released himself, Joel did indeed look up at you; he looked up at you as if you made the stars in the sky.

Once his cock was out, all 9 or so inches, you take off your sleep shorts and straddle over him but not yet putting it in. “I don’t think I need this gun anymore… but I think you like it.” When you sink down on him, gun pressed to his ribs as a firm reminder of who was in charge, you hold your breath in order to hear the simple whimpers and guttural groans that Joel tried so hard to hide.

“This is where you belong, isn’t it?” You goad him, eliciting a quiet ‘yes’ from his lips. “Under me, belong to me.”

You are speared on him, his dick spreading you open and stretching you unlike anything you had felt before and you loved it. Every chance you had, you felt his muscles, reveling in the fact such a physically strong man was so mental weak for you and only you.

“Can I cum? Please?” Joel begged for you, pleaded ever, lips quivering even as you kissed him.

“Almost there, baby, almost- mmmm- almost there. You can cum after me, okay?”

Joel nodded quick, tiny nods and hesitantly moved a hand to your hips. He looked up at you bouncing on his cock for permission, and when you nod back he goes to thumb at your clit.

“OH GOD!” You shout, breathless, slick all over your thighs and his pants, his touch sending you over the edge. You cum hard, walls pulsing all around him and he doesn’t ask again before spilling his seed inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your body relaxes, but then Joel throws you to the ground causing you to drop your gun and for a moment you thought he bested you, got you distracted; until he dove right into your cunt with no regard for the lost gun. He didn’t care about beating you, he cared about tasting you. As he desperately licked his cum out of your dripping hole, you tugging at his curls, Joel humped the floor as if he hadn’t just gotten released. You pull him close, riding out another orgasm on his face. When you cum a third time, you have to push him back, the overstimulation from the desperate man’s tongue, lips and beard being too much. When you do, he looks up at you with wide eyes as if he had done something wrong, but you pull up and into a kiss before laying him down on the floor to kiss him some more.

“Not sure if I wanna let go of you, cowboy…” You tease, playing with his hair but keeping him firmly pressed to the ground. “Might have to keep you around, but my little guard dog, how about that?”

Joel’s eyes were glossy, his face so fucked out you weren’t sure he was fully cognizant. “Baby boy too tired to speak? That’s okay, I’ll take care of you too. You be the arms; I’ll be the brains. You won’t have to have a single thought outside me again, okay?”

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Part 2 here

LOWKEY NERVOUS BC THIS IS SUCH A DIFFERENT JOEL AND HE DOESNT DO A LOT OF TALKING?!?!?!?!?!??! UNSURE HOW I FEEL

Anyway I do hope to write more maybe? so if you wanna be tagged comment below! I liek the idea of having a joel I can kinda just write stuff about whenever instead of a story and an arch and characters to balance. This is just more casual. and i dont gotta go nuts keepingup with posting like my other stories. Im think a v joel tess kinda vibe where she's clearly leading him

I was supossed to be working on the next part to my Javi P x reader x Santi AU buuuutttttttttttt I couldnt get this idea out of my head. So. here you all go! I'll try and work on that, the dark! TF boys, TWW, and the Will Miller story lol its kinda a lot rn

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cacoetheswriting · 2 years

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 5.3k warnings: 18+ [mature themes & adult language, minors dni !]: enemies? to lovers, kinda angsty, borderline emotional cheating (reader has a bf for like the first half), jealousy, mutual pining, emotional hurt / comfort, talk of self-doubt / insecurities, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), masturbation (male, nothing graphic), allusions to sex (again, nothing graphic), a little physical violence (reader slaps someone), mentions of food & drink consumption - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything! summary: secrets — and feelings — come to light when you're paired up with a certain metalhead for a history projects.

a/n: so this was supposed to be a full blown smut fic but when i started writing, i was like 4k in of just backstory so i might do a short part 2 that's just smut idk, lemme know if you'd like that!

edit: part two

If someone asked him a few weeks ago whether he would consider you a friend, he would have laughed in their face.

A friend? What a joke. Being your friend, even thinking of you as such, was so far removed from the realm of reality. It was possibly Eddie Munson’s worst nightmare.

You made his blood boil.

In Eddie’s eyes, you never experienced hardships. How could you? In your perfect house, with your perfect family, surrounded by your perfect friends, a perfect boyfriend attached to you at the hip.

Everything was fucking perfect.

In Eddie’s eyes, what you represented, and what you thought of life, couldn’t have been further from the truth. In Eddie’s eyes, you were delusional, always seeing the positives in things. Nothing was ever wrong and everyone always deserved a second chance, or whatever.

People like you were simply not made to be friends with people like him.

“You’re staring again,” Gareth muttered.

“She annoys me,” Eddie replied, not averting his gaze.

“Right… okay.”

That was a few weeks ago. Hate, or at least what he believed to be hate.

Today however, well, today, at this moment in time, you were parading around his bedroom wearing nothing but one of his raggedy t-shirts.

(Everything was fucking perfect).

“Eddie—”, Jesus Christ, the way his name falls off your lips is intoxicating, “— where did you put my skirt? I can’t find it anywhere.”

The metalhead chuckles. He slides off the bed and extends one arm above your head to reach for the garment in question.

“I guess I was a little too eager earlier,” he teases handing the item back to you, “I promise to take it off with more care next time.”

“Trust me,” you begin, fingers brushing against his as you take the skirt from his grasp, “I like you eager.”

Eddie’s eyes go dark, although on the inside he’s grinning like an idiot at your little admission. His hands find your waist and he holds you in place as you incline towards him, pressing your lips against his.

There was something about Eddie Munson that always drove you crazy.

It crept up on you, this weird feeling you only ever experienced when you were around the doe-eyed teen. Even before being whatever it was the two of you currently were, Eddie stirred something inside of you that you couldn’t explain no matter how hard you tried.

Obviously, it was no secret that — until recently — Eddie didn’t like you very much. The entire school knew how Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson held some odd unspoken grudge against you.

Which is why when a few weeks ago he was assigned as your partner for a history project, you were excited for the opportunity to find out why, and that was something you simply couldn’t pass up.

The first time you met up alone with the metalhead to work on the presentation, you decided to do so on mutual ground and the local diner was always quiet on a Monday evening.

Eddie was sitting across from you at one of the booths near the far end of the locale. Here the two of you were hidden from the rest of Hawkins, allowing for focus on the project as well as some privacy.

You ordered a strawberry milkshake and a portion of fries. Eddie ordered a burger and a large Coca-Cola.

“I guess we should decide on our presentation topic,” you eventually break the ten minute silence and place a notebook on the table between you.

He nods but doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “Did you find any of the areas we covered in class interesting? ‘Cause we can focus on that, I guess.”

He stays silent.

Instead of replying, he reaches for the inside pocket of his leather jacket and takes out a crumpled piece of paper. You arch a brow but any of the questions that begin formulating in your mind are answered when he flattens the item on top of your notebook.

It’s a drawing of Hades.

At first you’re slightly confused as to the point of him showing you this. Then you’re intrigued because you never knew Eddie could draw and quickly you find yourself wondering if he’s hiding any more talents from the world.

“I know we didn’t cover Greek mythology,” he finally says, “but the assignment doesn’t really specify we need to focus our presentation on what we did in class.”

When you don’t immediately reply, gaze still focused on the drawing in front of you, Eddie thinks he shouldn’t have said anything. Truthfully, at that moment, he couldn’t explain why he brought it up or even showed you the picture in the first place.

He’s about to snatch it back, tell you to forget about the whole thing, but within a split second your hand is on his and he freezes.

“Eddie, this is like really fucking good,” you state and look up at him.

The metalhead smirks because he thinks you’re kidding, and also because he realises he’s never heard you swear before.

“I’m serious, the detailing is out of this world. I can’t believe you drew this.”

Wait, you’re not kidding?

Eddie clears his throat. “It’s nothing special, just a little something I doodled earlier during maths.”

“You did this in one sitting?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing.”

The pure awe detectable in the sound of your voice causes an odd sensation to rush through him. Oh, fuck.

He tries to remember where he is. He tries to remember the situation, the reason why he’s here. He tries to remember this isn’t a conversation with a friend. He tries to remember that he hates you.

He hates you.

And so Eddie grabs the drawing and puts it back where he took it from.

“Are we decided on a concept then?”

You’re slightly taken aback by the sudden change in his tone but don’t question it, after all, you weren’t here to befriend the guy. Not really.

“We’re decided,” you state and scribble a loose topic down before showing it to him. ‘Misconceptions Surrounding the Greek God of the Dead.’

Eddie reads what you wrote aloud and a modest smile circles his lips. “I like it.”

(He hates you.)

By the time a waiter brings over your order, the two of you have the bones of your presentations outlined and Eddie finds himself thinking how surprisingly easy it is to work with you. You’re not as ditsy as he always thought.

“What if we did a little segway to Cerberus here?”, you propose and reach for your milkshake.

He nods and is about to add his own five cents but as he lifts his gaze from the notebook, his brain is suddenly only focused on one thing.

Your lips are wrapped perfectly around the straw, your cheeks are slightly hollowed as you sip on the drink slowly.

Jesus Christ, he thinks and straightens in his spot, this feeling was certainly new.

Once again, he tries to remember how he’s not your biggest fan but this time repeating the phrase in his head doesn’t help. If anything, it makes the whole situation a tad… harder, (because the concept of a hate-fuck is realistly not too far out of reach).

When the image pops up in his head, he hates you and then he hates himself.

There is no way you would ever go that far with him. This was just a stupid project partnership, plus you had a boyfriend. He was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and you, next to Chrissy Cunningham, were Hawkins royalty.

But his mind is racing with thoughts he’s never had towards you and there is a small part of him wanting — hoping.

You pretend you don’t feel him staring at you. You pretend you can’t see from the corner of your eye how his hand travels to his lap. Mostly though, you pretend you don’t feel the butterflies in your stomach as his gaze burns into your skin.

And you go on pretending the rest of the evening, pretending nothing is out of the ordinary even though that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

The second, third, and fourth time you meet up with Eddie it’s still at the diner.

Mutual ground helps you both focus on the presentation, albeit with every meeting it gets tougher to do so and by day four, only the first twenty minutes are spent on the project. For the remainder of your time with the metalhead, you’re playing ‘20 Questions’ — surprisingly, Eddie’s idea.

You’re learning a lot about him and he’s running out of reasons to hate you.

He’s actually having a good time, something he wasn’t ready to admit out loud just yet, until one of the excuses he always uses against you struts into the diner.

“I’ve come to save you,” the jock states while plopping down next to you.

You shoot Eddie an apologetic glance before turning to address your boyfriend. “I don’t need you to save me, baby.”

(The moniker makes Eddie grimace).

“I’m doing just fine,” you reassure and place a hand on your boyfriend's chest.

He ignores you and leans in to whisper, “I wish you had let me take your place. Don’t like you spending so much time alone with Munson.”

(As if Eddie couldn’t hear every single word.)

“Why? Eddie is great.”

The jock rolls his eyes at your statement and persists with his own agenda. “Come home with me.”

“Baby, we still have a lot—.”

“Tomorrow is another day,” your boyfriend interrupts and shifts in his spot to look at Eddie, “You don’t mind if we leave now, right?”

The metalhead clenches his jaw momentarily. He’s back to hating you because cutting your time together short to leave with your boyfriend shouldn’t be bothering him this much.

“Right,” Eddie sputters before taking a peek at you. He bites down on the inside of his cheek because the disappointed look gracing your features is unmissable.

The next day, Eddie catches you in between class periods and suggests meeting up in the woods at the back of school as opposed to the diner.

He had a whole list of arguments ‘why’ planned out, none of them specifically mentioning that you wouldn’t be bothered there but realistically that was his priority.

Although, you don’t seem to care. You agree straight away.

There was a picnic table not too deep in where Eddie usually conducted business. By the time you arrive he’s already there, scribbling something on the inside of his history book. When he hears you approach, he shuts the item and focuses his attention on you.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” you declare faintly while making yourself comfortable across from him.

Eddie waves his hand in front of his face as if it didn’t matter. “Don’t worry about it. If I had a girlfriend as pretty as you, I too would be concerned if she hung out with some creepy guy every afternoon.”

Did he just…? Oh, fuck. He did. He called you pretty.

It wasn’t intentional. It was true, yeah, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Shit. All he can do now is hope that you didn’t pick up on it.

“Eddie Munson,” you begin and he’s holding his breath, “Hawkins is full of creepy guys but you are definitely not one of them.”

He smiles at your words, relieved, and you return the expression.

“Way to boost my ego,” he retorts.

You shrug. “I gotta keep you sweet if I want you to do most of the project,” you tease and Eddie smirks.

Time flies and before either of you know it, evening turns to night.

The darkness brought with it a sense of comfort. Or perhaps the comfort was from Eddie who was now sitting next to you, his jacket draped over your shoulders.

He was resting one arm on the picnic table and holding a lighter, the small flame being the only source of gleam in your current surroundings.

Going home at this hour was definitely the responsible option, but you were both reluctant to bring it up. Instead, Eddie is back to doodling in his history book while you scribble random talking points for your presentation.

“Here,” Eddie breaks what was an amicable silence by ripping out the page he was working on and handing it to you, “For you.”

You drop your pen and reach for the piece of paper in his hand. Eddie scoots a tiny bit closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours in the process, and carefully brings the lighter towards his creation.

“Holy shit,” your voice is a mere whisper as you scan the page, “Eddie, this is—”

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it,” you exclaim and tilt your head in his direction, a big grin plastered across your face. “I can’t believe you drew me.”

His gaze locks with yours and his heart sours. Jesus Christ, this feeling was so far beyond hate.

“I gotta keep you sweet if I want you to do most of the project,” he mimics your earlier remark and you giggle.

“Well, it’s working.”

Eddie smirks, sucking in his bottom lip between his teeth. His gaze searches yours, though for what exactly, he wasn’t sure.

And perhaps it’s the way you were looking at him right now, causing his stomach to jump inside of his body, but he finds himself putting the lighter down and slowly leaning in.

(Even in the total darkness, he can make out a certain soft glimmer in your eyes).

The pull he feels is almost magnetic. To say this is wrong on so many levels would be a colossal understatement, but it’s like the world fell away — for both of you.

Heart hammering inside your chest, and a little too lost in the heat of the moment, you match the pace.

His face now inches away from yours, his hands holding onto your sides. As his hot breath hits against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine, you swallow your breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where you really going to kiss Eddie Munson?

The answer… no.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter against his mouth and pull away from his embrace, “I am so sorry, Eddie. That uh—”, your voice cuts off.

Nervously, the metalhead runs both his hands through his brown locks, almost as if he’s unclear of where else to put them now that he’s not holding you.

“I have a boyfriend,” you chime in a soft whisper. The statement acts more as a self-reminder than anything else.

“You have a boyfriend,” Eddie repeats, a familiar sadness detectable in his tone.

There is a brief moment of silence in which he reaches blindly for the lighter, flickering it on once again.

“We shouldn’t probably get going, huh?”

You nod, unsure of what else to say.

Later that night, unable to sleep because all he can think of is the smell of your perfume and the feeling of his hands on your waist, Eddie jerks off to a picture of you he found in last year's yearbook.

He should feel guilty, he does feel guilty.

Especially when he’s back in bed, after he’s done cleaning himself up, and he shuts his eyes, the sound of your voice saying “I’m sorry.” replaying in his head on loop. He hates himself.

The following morning, Eddie hates himself even more because you don’t show up to the library as previously planned and he thinks it’s all his fault, (he really shouldn’t have tried to kiss you).

He hangs around for an hour, pretending to work on his part of the presentation but in reality he can’t focus on anything. Eventually he decides to leave and after a long day of self-deprecating behaviour, he’s sitting on the steps outside of the trailer with an unlit cigarette between his teeth.

“Hey,” a familiar voice calls, “Suppose you don’t need me to tell you that smoking kills?”

The doe-eyed teen looks up from his lap to see you approach. He hastily straightens his posture and places the single smoke behind his ear as you stop at the foot of the steps.

“Hey,” you say again, only more delicately.

“Hey, yourself.”

Sliding your hands inside the pockets of your cheer jacket, you exhale. “I tried to call you about missing this morning.”

“Shit, sorry. I’ve been kinda preoccupied, only just got home.”

“Right.”

There is a split second of silence. You’re wondering if coming here was a bad idea, while Eddie tries to get his head straight because — and he had to be honest here — did you always look so fucking hot in your cheer uniform?

“Well, I felt bad anyway so I finished the whole thing. I even wrote out your talking points which you can obviously amend as you see fit.”

The corners of his lips tug upwards. “Thanks, y/n.”

He pats the spot beside him and watches you abide without question or reluctance.

“Everything else okay though? You look a little sad.” Eddie asks, nudging your arm.

You swallow and without really thinking, place your head on his shoulder. “That depends if you think my relationship burning down like Starcourt Mall is a good thing or not.”

He doesn’t immediately reply, the revelation settling in. Was this because of what almost happened yesterday? Surely not.

“That sucks,” is all Eddie manages to blurt out because he’d be lying if he said he was sorry to hear.

You shrug against him. “It’s honestly whatever. He wasn’t the nicest of guys anyway. Fell more into the ‘creepy’ category.”

“Then why were you ever with him?,” the question slips off his tongue and he almost expects you not to answer, but you do.

“He showed me attention, I liked that, so the rest kinda took a backburner,” you’re candid, “Guess I just didn’t know any better.”

There is another moment of silence in which Eddie snakes an arm around you and without really thinking, places a kiss to the top of your head. A feeling of comfort once again settles in the air.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”, the question catches him off guard but before he can interject, you continue, “Like, because, because earlier while I was being broken up with, all I could think was how I wished it happened yesterday or the day before,” you pause briefly, “So I-I didn’t have to pull away when you wanted to kiss me.”

Hesitantly, you lift your head and tilt it to look up at him. He catches your gaze instantly and you can tell he’s a tad shocked at your words.

“Does that make me a bad person, Eddie?”

In the space of a heartbeat, his hands are cupping your face and he’s gently pulling you in closer. He’s done hating you. So much so, he can’t even bear to hear the possibility of you hating yourself.

“No, no, no,” he echoes over and over again, until the words fade into nothingness. “I think you’re by far the best person I’ve ever met.” — and it’s true.

Monday morning, Eddie is waiting for you at your locker. When you arrive, he hands you a daisy from behind his ear, one he picked on his way into school.

Your heart skips a beat.

And even though the two of you are on the receiving end of some weird glances from your fellow schoolmates as you lean in to peck his cheek, you don’t care. He may be Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson but he brought you a flower.

The history presentation goes well, better than expected actually. The metalhead thanks you about ten times while you retake your seats, and then an eleventh time with a note containing a quick scribble of Hades with a speech bubble: ‘Couldn't have done it without you’.

By lunchtime, you’re riding such a high, you don’t really think when you pull up a chair next to Eddie. The curly haired teen also doesn’t think anything of it and swings one arm casually around your shoulders, his fellow Hellfire members exchanging confused glances.

It’s not until your clearly bitter ex-boyfriend creates a scene in the middle of the cafeteria, that you think perhaps being around Eddie in this new capacity, so soon after your breakup at that, was a bad idea.

“Wow! Ladies and gentlemen, y/n y/l/n!”

You avert your gaze to the source of the commotion and the jock is glaring at you, a pathetic smirk plastered across his face.

“I would say congratulations, but is it really?”, he taunts, “Can someone truly congratulate a downgrade such as this?”

The whole cafeteria is whispering, snickering, and pointing at you and Eddie.

The metalhead is tense against you. Usually, remarks from the school’s most popular wouldn’t bother him, but this time they’re not only directed at him.

“Hey, asshole! How about you quit showing the entire school how jealous you are? It’s pathetic,” Eddie yells and the entire Hellfire follows with a, “Yeah!”

“Me? Jealous? Munson, I give it a week before she’s back in my arms,” the jock bellows in response and Eddie’s hands form into fists.

He was never one for fighting, but someone needed to shut this jerk up and Eddie’s glad to be the one — anything to protect your honour.

He’s about to stand, teach the guy a lesson or whatever, but you’re faster and before anyone can react, the whole school is a witness to you slapping the Homecoming King of Hawkins High.

“Fuck you,” is all you say before turning around to look at Eddie, who, as if on queue, is on his feet and hurrying in your direction. He’s definitely shocked at what just transpired, but he’d be lying if he didn’t also admit he was quite turned on.

Before Eddie can reach you however, one of the teachers present in the cafeteria, gains your attention and escorts you out, presumably to the principal's office.

The surrounding crowd of people parts like the Red Sea, allowing you to pass through with ease. Noone speaks (too stunned to do so), and it’s not until the door closes behind you, a roar of cheer erupts.

You’ve never been suspended before.

A sense of shame stretches through you. What are you supposed to tell your parents? How do you explain why you are sitting at home the remainder of the week? They’re gonna be so fucking mad.

Shit.

But as you make your way towards your locker to retrieve anything you may need, the feeling slowly dissipates when a certain leather clad metalhead appears in front of you.

“Shit, sweetheart, are you okay?” Eddie takes your hand and brings it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss to your palm.

“Better now,” you breathe out and skew closer so that your faces are inches away from each other.

“Wanna play hookie the rest of the afternoon?” Eddie’s eyes are glistening mischievously and you giggle.

“Well, they can’t suspend me twice but you can still get in trouble, so I’m going to pass,” you say and free yourself from his embrace.

The curly-haired teen groans. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“No, no,” you protest as you open your locker, “I’ll wait for you at your truck while you get the education you rightfully deserve.”

He laughs beside you and is about to say something — probably something witty or sarcastic — when the bell rings. Instead, Eddie gives your arm a pinch and runs in the direction of his next class, only turning around once to blow you a kiss.

When the day concludes, Eddie finds you exactly where you said you would be. He greets you with a swift hug. The glances from fellow Hawkins High students were no longer invasive following the slap earlier that afternoon.

“Controversial, but earlier was so fucking fierce,” Eddie states while starting the car, “I’m like, you got me all excited, shit.”

You giggle and carefully place your hand at the back of his neck, knotting your fingers in between his thick hair. “Well, I’m just glad you don’t think of me any less.”

“Less? Are you shitting me? Sweetheart, I-I think that just made me like you more,” he exclaims, the grin on his face spreading wider, “Man, it makes me wish you slapped the fucker earlier and maybe I wouldn’t have hated you for so long.”

You chew down on your bottom lip, mood changing. “Yeah, about that,” you let out a sigh, “I’ve actually been meaning to ask why you’ve been always acting so weird around me, or towards me.”

He’s taken aback, although he should’ve expected the topic to come up sooner than later. Especially now that you’ve pretty much shown the whole school who you would rather be around.

Yes, he had a whole list of reasons why but they all seem so irrelevant now. They all seem like excuses more than anything, excuses he used against getting to know you because truthfully, he simply thought you were out of his league.

“I guess it was easier to dislike you,” he finally admits.

“Easier than what?”

Eddie swallows before stopping the car on the side of the road and glancing at you. Jesus Christ, he swears he will do anything in his power to ensure you always look at him with that softness in your eyes.

But that was only going to happen if he was finally honest, with you and with himself.

“God, I guess,” he pauses, “The year I was supposed to graduate, I bumped into you one night after a Hellfire meet—”

“I remember that,” you interrupt and his gaze widens. “Yeah, yeah, I remember uhm, I was supposed to catch a ride home with Chrissy after cheer practice but she fell or something so her mom picked her up earlier.”

You string your brows together, focusing on the memory. “It didn’t really stick that I had no way of getting home until I was the last one out and—”

“And the only car in the parking lot was mine,” Eddie finishes your sentence and you nod.

Realisation hits.

A minute goes by, neither of you speaks.

Eventually, the doe-eyed teen restarts the car and for the remainder of the journey to Eddie’s trailer, the air feels heavy. It’s a weird sensation, reminiscent of everything good and bad combined, and it makes you want to scream.

There’s no way a silly call back to something that happened years ago can ruin what’s just beginning. There’s no way, right?

The metalhead is quiet as he hops out of the truck. He struts around the front and opens your door, patiently waiting for you to exit. But he avoids your gaze. He simply shuts the door behind you and turns on his heel in the direction of the trailer.

“Eddie,” your voice causes him to halt.

He takes a deep breath before spinning in his spot to face you one more time.

“Are you really trying to tell me the reason you’ve been openly hating me all this time is because I kissed you that night you dropped me home?”

It made no sense.

“No, I—” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, “— I uh, I hated you because girls like you never actually fall for guys like me,” he exclaims.

“But I kissed you, dumbass!”

“Yeah, and I kissed you back! But by the time I got home, all I could think was ‘She’ll regret it tomorrow.’,” Eddie asserts and you roll your eyes.

“So my feelings about the whole situation were invalid, is that what you’re telling me?”, your voice trembles.

He’s back to standing in front of you. Almost apprehensively, he lifts a hand and gently holds you by the jaw, his thumb caressing along your cheek in the process.

“Like I said earlier, it was easier that way.”

“For you maybe,” you mutter and close your eyes, trying to compose yourself. “That was really selfish, Eddie. What you done, what you been doing since that night, fucking selfish and I-I…”

“I would understand if you wanted to leave right now and never interact with me again.”

You scoff at his words, opening your eyes. “Because girls like me don’t fall for guys like you?”

“Sweetheart—”

“No,” you free yourself from his grasp and take a step back, “You don’t get to sweetheart me as if any of this is okay. You pushed me away then and now you’re trying to do it again. It’s like… It’s like you don’t want to let yourself be happy, Eddie.”

The metalhead exhales, kicking a random pebble underneath his feet.

“I’ve learned a long time ago that happiness is a concept just not available to people like me.”

Your heart sinks. Any anger you were feeling in that moment dissipates and you’re pulling him in by the sleeve of his jacket, wrapping your arms around his necks as he squeezes your frame lightly.

“If you prefer to suffer, I will gladly do so with you,” you murmur into his hair and he can’t help but crack a smile.

Pulling back, he glances down to your lips. His expression slowly changes to a desperate plea, and this time there is really nothing holding you back, so you answer by closing the gap between you.

As your mouth slants over his, a desirable sensation ignites every single cell in your body causing you to close your eyes and push into him further, urging for closenses.

Jesus Christ, he thinks, you taste better than what he remembers.

Eddie’s hands are holding onto your waist, applying enough pressure to make known that they’re there and that he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon. Your fingers tangle themselves in his dark locks, tugging at the curls.

Eager and hungry for more, he bites down on your bottom lip and a delicate moan escapes you. The sound is music to his ears and he hopes he'll get a chance to hear it again.

All of the pent up emotions rise to the surface and explode at once. When you pull away breathless, he smirks with confidence that makes you weak in the knees.

“I like it when you moan against my mouth,” he admits in a whisper.

You can feel the heat rush to your face and your first instinct is to bury yourself in your hands but the doe-eyed teen grabs you by your wrists.

“Don’t go shy on me, sweetheart.” Eddie licks his lips before placing a gentle kiss to your fingers. “I’m trying to tell you I think that was super hot. I think you’re fucking hot.”

“That’s quite the compliment,” you murmur before kissing his knuckles, “Although, if I had to choose, I think I prefer when you call me ‘pretty’.”

It’s his turn to blush. Busted. “You heard that, huh?”

You nod and smile, not feeling so sheepish anymore. “But it’s okay, I can be your pretty girl if you’d like me to be. I mean, I’ve wanted that for like two years.”

Eddie groans and you can feel his dick twitching against you. The glimmer in your eyes is almost wicked and he’s cursing himself for pretending to hate you in the first place.

You were fucking perfect.

“God, sweetheart, if my uncle wasn’t home right now—”

Placing a finger to his lips, you force him to end his sentence prematurely.

“Well, I do have a pretty free calendar this week,” you reveal and intertwine your fingers together, “If you think you can make time for me, we can celebrate finishing the project together, amongst other things.”

He clicks his tongue together. “I don’t know, sweetheart, it could be hard.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics before teasing, “Something’s already hard.”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Dark!Xavier Thorpe

Pairing: Dark Xavier Thorpe x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Toxic/Abusive Relationship; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Also, I haven't finished Wednsday so don't give me spoilers 😂 But idk if I'll write more about him or not.

Xavier is disappointed with himself, why is he like this? He’s clearly taking advantage of you, it’so obvious even to himself. But it’s not for you.

No, you are completely and entirely oblivious to his disgusting behavior.

“How about I sneak into your dorm tonight to kiss you goodnight? I know boys aren’t allowed but don’t worry, no one will catch me.” he takes one of your hands into his, bringing it to his lips, eyes trained on your hesitant expression.

You really can never say no to him, can you?

No. For you, he’s nothing but a good loving boyfriend. In your eyes, Xavier can do nothing wrong. He loves you and love doesn’t hurt people, am I right?

But that doesn’t stop a shallow regret in the very back of Xavier’s mind, but he explains to himself that it’s better it’s him and not another person taking advantage of you. He can’t stand the possibility of you being with someone that not him, the mere thought of that making his stomach churn.

“Why do you talk so much with that normie guy? You’re not trying to leave me for him, are you?” Xavier glares at you, eyeing the scared way you gulp.

You frantically shake your head, muttering apologies and he instantly feels a warm sensation in his chest, proud that you’re so submissive to you.

“Good, cause he doesn't really like you, he only wants to make fun of you. To use you, to ridicule you.”

You see the world through hopeful innocent glasses, too trusting for your own good. You blindly believe and accept everything that comes out of his mouth, your beautiful eyes twinkling with adoration as you look at him.

“Shh, it’s fine. This is what couples do to make it official, you know.” you bite your lip at that, still reluctant and Xavier presses another intense kiss on your lips, his hand moving your own towards his hard cock and he sweetly smiles at you.

“And I only want to show you how much I love you. So take me, take my love and take my cock, baby. Let me make love to you, baby.”

Even when you have your ephemeral doubts about him, you always look so conflicted, lower lip catched between your teeth as you stutter to find the courage to protest, to argue against him and in those moments, Xavier feels so much love for you.

You’re such a fragile thing, unable to even stand up for yourself, so sickeningly weak.

“I-I just want to hang out with her, so why can’t I? She’s like us, she won’t hurt me.” you shyly protest, fingers nervously picking at the material of your skirt.

Xavier doesn’t bother acting nice, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stares at you, not a trace of the frequent sweet smiles he offers you.

“Cause I said so. You’re not good at judging people, are you? But I am and I’m telling you she’s trouble. So no.” you look conflicted, but something in his expression must’ve warned you that Xavier won’t budge.

You pout and sulk, but he already knows that you’ve submitted to his decision. Good girl, he thinks.

That’s why you need him. Xavier can protect you way better than you ever could, he’ll fight for you as if his life depends on it. And truthfully speaking, it does. He can’t possibly live without you.

To him, you’re more precious than oxygen, you’re the only thing he truly needs to survive. Without you, he’d be nothing.

“I love you.” Xavier mutters, pressing a kiss to your wrist, eyes locked with you. You smile, your face lightening up with joy. You reach towards him, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too.”

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emry-stars-art · 10 months

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Just read the whole 'how Andreil pans out' ask and all I'm saying is that I love the idea of Andrew Courting Abram and Abram just absolutely misses that it's what is happening. Part of it is just a cultural difference, Evermore and Palmetto have different courting cultures perhaps?

Another part is that Andrew really does not act all THAT different. He's giving Abram gifts but like Andrew is always giving Abram stuff? It's not new? Yeah they had dinner together but that's just like what they......do?

Another another part is just Abram not even considering himself as someone worthy to be with Prince Andrew like that. He wasn't worthy before and after Evermore and everything I could imagine he feels even less like a person let alone a person who deserves Andrew's positive regard.

IDK I just love the idea of Abram at some point like 6 months into Andrew trying to court him seeing that behavior somewhere else, being told that's how nobility in Palmetto court others, and going to Andrew like "Have you, perchance, been trying to court me?"

Andrew setting his glass aside and looking up from where he's seated, "For 6 moons Abram, glad you've finally noticed." - @jtl-fics

jtl I. Wish. You could have seen my face as I read this, this is so hilarious and heartbreaking and lovely all in one and I’m in LOVE okay i love this so much. And we can totally make it work ahhhhh

Like yes! Yeah! Andrew’s already a gift giver, it’s just what he does as far as Abram’s concerned, and they spend so much time together that dinner isn’t strange those are perfect points. Like to the court it’s starting to become obvious - maybe in the kinds of gifts Andrew gives, or some other small things that are new, yes, but Abram has always taken these things in stride and usually his lack of judgement when Andrew tries new things or changes in little ways is a huge relief but not this time Abram PLEASE

Finally Andrew just bites the bullet and goes for a gesture that’s way more out of character and harder to mistake, which might look something like this (and thank you @leedee013 for tags about them giving each other flowers that I LOVED):

And Abram can’t really form his thoughts into words because like you said; he doesn’t think he should be allowed something like that, there’s no way he’s ever EVER going to assume that Andrew is trying to confess or clue him in to a courting like this, even if it’s in his head now

But then Lady Reynolds sees Abram later heading back to the castle/wherever he stays carrying this bouquet of carnations (fascination), narcissus (honesty/truth) and acacia (hidden love) (let’s not look too closely into these flower meanings lol, i picked the first ones I found and I’ll field all further questions with ‘artistic liberty’ 🫶) and they’re pretty close friends by now so she’s immediately like “oh my GODS Abram who gave that to you”

And Abram quietly says “the prince”

And Allison’s won like three separate bets between various other people of the court and she’s elated

But maybe she takes pity on him when she realizes exactly how clueless Abram is, so she does her best to explain everything and finally, Abram begins to allow the possibility that maybe Andrew is doing all this on purpose. But he would really rather like to be certain.

And of course I had to draw your little exchange but I did it from memory so apologies for the changes in dialogue but I love it:

ANYWAY from there, when it’s cleared up, it’s just them being dumb and sweet and grasping at straws for how to be in love and natural about it (because they’re both very private people and a good number of average/expected acts of courtship aren’t necessarily in their wheelhouse) 😭🥹 and not to add yet more hurt/comfort but Andrew is so so determined to figure out a way to assure and reassure Abram that he knows what he’s doing, yes Abram is worth it, yes he’s doing these things because he wants to. If he didn’t want to he wouldn’t be doing it in the first place. And I’ll bring it back around by using my previously mentioned artistic liberty to say that yes Prince Andrew loves having his hands held/kissed (just by Abram naturally) and Abram figures this out and absolutely uses it against him. They love each other your honor

Okay anyway thank you for the ask, I’m SO lucky to have such brilliant people in my inbox 🥰

#STG I WAS SMILING SO BIG WHEN I READ IT THROUGH #yeah they probably would have very different traditions! I like that a lot!#so it’d be even funnier when Abram finally calms down and relaxes into it #and yeah they can do flowers that works fine #but he probably accidentally/as a last effort tries some traditions from his native kingdom #they’re trying so hard but it’s a little lost in translation #ships passing in the night #they’re hopeless and I love them #GOD KEVIN WOULD HAVE TO DO THE TRANSLATION OF THE DIFFERENT CUSTOMS #He wants out of it so bad but there’s literally no one else to ask 😂😭#idk if either of them would ever deign to involve or ask Kevin but now I’m laughing #anyway I need to stop or I’ll never shut up about this #thank you this is great #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #allison reynolds #royal au #asks #chibi

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kxxkiecxre · 6 months

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・❥・SHOOT! || JEON JUNGKOOK ・❥・

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader.

Series: like a moth to a flame.

Summary: there’s never really a guide book on how to keep two important people in your life happy at the same time. Is there?

Warnings: sad, break ups, disloyalty, cancer diagnosis, idk? Just not a very happy chapter tbh. Stick with me though! Short chapter!

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

“I just don’t think the best way to tell her is by throwing her surprise party like she’s finding out the gender of her unborn child.” You sighed, going back to suck on the straw of your empty milkshake.

Jungkook swapped his Oreo milkshake for your empty kinder bueno one. He’s noticed when you’re super stressed or anxious you generally snack away on sugar mindlessly. Not that it’s a bad thing or something, he just finds it endearing.

“Maybe we can just not tell her…” you suggest, gulping down the Oreo milkshake like it’s your mission.

“So she can later bury us alive when she finds out?” He cringes.

Yeji would never. She’s too kind hearted to ever hurt anybody in any type of way and if her emotions do take a toll on her, she’s never the one to not apologise about it if she was in the wrong. Yeji is too smart. Too compassionate and sincere. It’d be silly to think she’d ever dehumanise you for dating her brother.

“Do you think she’ll be disgusted with me for dating her stinky brother?”

“How am I ‘stinky’” he pouts.

“Babe, you leave all your clothes everywhere, whether they’re fresh or not. I keep finding your socks all over my apartment, not to mention you like to just change outfits within seconds. Like I iron your decided outfit and make sure it looks perfect and then you’re all like ‘mmm no, the whites too muted” you rolled your eyes groaning.

His mouth opened in surprise. Doe eyes looking scandalised, “that’s only because you also change your outfit ideas last second! ‘Oh the glitter reflects different in this dress than on my shoes.”

It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. The fight between Jungkook and Yeji was starting to escalate and you didn’t exactly know how to stop it or help. So you stood in the corner, balling up and trying your hardest not to crumble because you knew. You knew now more than ever. If she doesn’t agree to this, if she finds it weird or odd or whatever. There’s no way you can keep this going. Even if you love him more than yourself. Yeji is your best friend and even if technically you don’t need her blessing to date Jungkook, it’s morally wrong. You’ve sworn to her since childhood that you’d never date her brother.

“Why am I not allowed to be with someone that makes me happy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Because,” she would yell back an octave higher and suddenly it felt like you were a small kid and your parents were arguing all over again “because she is my person. She’s the one I befriended before you. Because she’s the only thing I have aside from you. I can’t let this happen. If you break up and I have to choose sides it’ll be the end for me. I won’t have you, I won’t have her. I won’t have anyone. Jungkook please,” she practically sobbed

“I’ve never said this before because I always hated it, but kook. Please. I have given you everything I had through out our life. I protected you. I loved you. I was there for you when our parents weren’t there for us. I gave you a piece of myself day by day, night by night because you are the only thing I had in life because I love you. I’m younger and I have surrounded my life around you. You were my hero, not dad, not mom, you. You were the man I loved first, ever. You were the man I wrote about in class. The man I imagined had a cape when I was growing up and was my hero,” you stood in the corner, crying silently, head down not able to even glance at yeji.

“Jungkook please.”

It was silent. All the tension, all the life sucking energy was hung in the hair as if it was a hair strand away from breaking into absolute chaos. You’ve realised then, that both of them stared at you. Jungkook had some sort of hope in his eyes, but he looked like he was two seconds away from throwing up too. Yeji was a sobbing mess. And it finally sank in. Nothing would ever go back to anything it ever was before. Ever. Not with yeji, not with Jungkook.

You licked your drying lips and bit onto the lower one, fiddling with the keys in your hands, looking at your feet before you realised it was hopelessly. You’d end up hurting either one of them in the end. The only thing you could do was remove yourself completely. Away from yeji and away from Jungkook. They’re more likely to forgive each other and yeji would definitely find friends. It was a losing fight for you any choice you made and if you knew you could at least give them a shot to fix their relationship, you’d hurt yourself just to keep both of them happy. They’d mend their hurt.

From the beginning this was destined for failure. From the petty fight with Jungkook to the sex to finally falling in love with him. It was all just building up to this. The fights that put a strain on your friendship with yeji, the sneaking around, the dishonesty. There was no going back at this point. You couldn’t fix it anymore. You were being selfish the minute you reciprocated the kiss with Jungkook that very night. It was all just going to go down the drain and you knew it was. That’s the thing. Yet you did because you couldn’t help how amazing it felt. To love Jungkook, to have him with you. Exactly, where it brings you now.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I can’t do this.”

You left the apartment in a rush, wiping your tears and hoping this pain would subside. Hoping you’d ever forgive yourself. The way both their faces dropped, the hurt and despair in Jungkooks eyes. Yejis eyes widening and jaw dropping as if someone just stabbed her in the guts. It had you so nausea you were seconds away from throwing up. The second the elevator opened you dashed outside, not so gracefully throwing up beside the door. Not that there’s any graceful way of throwing up.

Walking through the rain had all the memories rushing through you. From the first fight, where you couldn’t even look Jungkook in the eye, to the sex, to the moment you finally felt the love for him, to the fight when you were away to now. It was painful. This walk happened more than you’d ever liked for it to happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose. You just couldn’t. Because you loved Yeji, from growing up with her and matching outfits to school with little pigtails and matching clips, to starting high school together and walking in with your hands clasped together like two toddlers. To entering college. From heart breaks to success.

But you also loved Jungkook. He was always in the background of whatever you and Yeji did, he was always there to support and lift you when you fell down. He’s always loved you in no way any other man could ever. You knew that. Even when you didn’t pay attention to him. Even when you’d tease and ignore him. He always loved you. He was always there to protect you. It was breaking your heart bit by bit. You knew he was the man you saw a future with. The man you saw buying your first house with and having his kids. He was your universe. Your future. But you couldn’t do this to Yeji.

What is the point of being with him if you’d put a strain between yourself and yeji? If you took away his sister from him. She swore she’d never, ever speak to him again if you did continue dating each other and that was enough to prove to you that you never wanted to hurt any of them the way you knew it would if you decided in the moment that you chose Jungkook. Because even if you fought for both of them, it would have never been the same. At least now, you could still remain at least friendly with both of them without hurting them any further, or more painfully.

You didn’t want to be cruel. And maybe you were by the way you left. But you wouldn’t ever forgive yourself if you sabotaged their relationship for yours. So you decided to screw yourself up.

Sometimes, that just the way life is.

You finally agreed to have coffee with Jungkook. Just a simple coffee and nothing more. Even though it’s been two months, the tension is still high with Yeji. She hasn’t spoken much to Jungkook aside from the odd little conversation. Jungkook would come over plenty of times, to check up on her, and each time he’d come over, she’d be curled up on the couch, with the same dull expression in her face.

“you were the one who screwed this up Jungkook. The second you decided to fuck my best friend.” She’d always remind him.

It was the bitter truth, though. Because he is the reason why Yeji doesn’t smile as often anymore, or isn’t her bubbly self anymore. She always alone, aside from when Jungkook comes to her place and stays with her for a few nights, she has no one else. She always had you and that was enough for her. He’s screwed it up though. Big time. He fell in love with someone who was meant to be off limits. Someone his sister loved even more.

You sit across him with an odd expression. He has always been able to at least guess what you were thinking, today however, he can’t. Your eyes looked stoic. Empty. You showed no form of emotion on your face. You just sat with your legs crossed over the other and your hands mimicked your legs, loosely hanging of the edges. You were dressed smart, white dress pants and a white jacket with gold little buttons, a white button up underneath and white pumps. You were practically like a statue in front of him, a gorgeous one though.

Even in the state that you were, pale, dark circles under your eyes and void of any kind of emotion, you still managed to be the most beautiful woman in the room.

He swallow rather uncomfortably, his Adam’s apple bopping with the action. He looked nervous, his leg kept bouncing and his eyes were were everywhere but you. He’d look at you for a split second and then focus his gaze elsewhere. It wasn’t fun watching struggle like this.

He didn’t look bad. His skin was tanned and glowing, he must of gotten a haircut recently, perhaps an undercut? He was dressed like the usual him, baggy clothes. Comfortable. He still managed to look mesmerising and you were kicking yourself for even thinking like that, for letting your heart skip a beat any time you’d catch his gaze. For letting your skin form goosebumps every time you’d get a whiff of his scent reminding you of where you felt the safest. Most of all hating yourself because you came here to ask about Yeji. Not simp over the man that never leaves your head. The one singular man that has your heart breaking every day even more.

It was sick. What love can do to someone. It can test every single nerve in one’s body, it can fuck with your brain and make you into a robot rather than a human. It was nauseating what love can do to a human body. Sure it feels nice in the moment, but once that breaking point comes, your body crashes. It hates the pain, despises the feeling of your chest crushing and squeezing your heart like it was a poor man who owed money to the mafia. Like it was the victim of the school bullies, kicked and beaten for what? For a few moments of happiness?

Yet if you had the option to click a magic button and let yourself relive the happy moments, you would. You’d abuse it. Because the euphoric feeling was addicting. It felt better than sex, it felt better than a cup of hot chocolate during a winter storm, better than any sort of reward. It was essentially like crack. It’d slowly take every ounce of the best of you, and turn everything you once adored into pain.

“How are you?” His voice was small, like a scared child testing the waters.

You blinked, your expressionless face never broke character.

“I’m okay,” you replied in a more confident voice, “how are you?”

Jungkook looked down at the table, picking at the skin around his nails. His hand brushed around the nape of his neck, awkwardly.

“I’m,” his tongue poked his cheek, “I’m trying my best.”

“How’s yej-“

“I’m worried about yeji”

Your eyebrows shot up. Everything around you seemed to freeze in place and finally, the heart you have been protecting so much from breaking any further shattered all over again. You kept calm despite the fact that tears sprung to your eyes almost immediately. It was single handedly the worst thing he could have told you. It was something you thought you prepared yourself for, but nothing can ever prepare you for the pain of your loved ones suffering.

“She doesn’t have anyone other than me. Even then she doesn’t talk to me aside asking me what I’d like to eat or drink. She has no friends. She hasn’t smiled ever since that day, she’s lost a lot of weight too. I don’t know.. I don’t know how to help her Y/N.” His voice began breaking and your heart was ready to make its way out your throat and runaway on tiny little legs screaming for a break.

“Please help her.”

You closed your eyes, looking away from him.

“Okay.”

The look in her eyes had you terrified. She looked as if she was just one step away from breaking or perhaps shooting you. She stood across the room from you with the angriest and sharpest look you have ever seen on her. She was like a lioness ready to pounce to protect her cubs and it scared you to death.

More than anything, she looked so fragile. So poorly. As if she was sick and it was making you anxious. Even weeks before the fight, she started looking sickly. She was a lot more tired than before, and coughing almost all the time. It made you wonder, if maybe she was, sick?

“Yeji?” You asked gently, “can I talk to you please?”

There was a beat of silence, “now? After you left me when I need you most? Now?” She yelled.

You bit onto your inner cheek, hanging your head in shame, “I still care about you. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I regret ever leaving you. But I need you to talk to me.”

She began crying and it had you rushing to her, practically breaking your ankles as your grabbed her delicate body to yours, hugging her as tightly as you could. As if you could just put her in your heart and keep her forever safe. She gripped onto your jacket, sobbing into your shoulder as you ran your hand through her head. Hugging her closer to your body.

Her entire body was shaking as you held her, your heart was aching as you sat on the couch. Jungkook stood at the kitchen island, biting his lips as he watched the two of you. Hating himself for doing all this to both of you because he was so selfish about you.

“Don’t freak out please,” she began, licking her chapped lips, “I have cancer,”

Jungkook stilled, his body raised in goosebumps everything he’s ever loved, everything he’s ever protected her from, all of the worrying about her, the one thing no one can protect another from, happened. And it was like someone pulled the rug beneath his legs. He could barely breathe.

“I- I had cancer?,” she questioned, “I, um, I had surgery, a small one, to remove the tumour, it was the mole on my back, they removed it successfully. I just need a few rounds of chemo to make sure the cells are all gone and have my bloods done every couple weeks to check my marks.”

“Yeji…” your bottom lip trembled, “why didn’t you tell me before?.”

She sighed, sniffling, picking at the pillow between both of you, “because,” she shrugged, “you weren’t here much. You were away for Jungkook’s fight, and the surgery date was set on the day. I thought I could tell you when you’d come back. But then all that happened.”

“That doesn’t matter, Yeji. You are the most important to me. I would’ve dropped everything for you.”

“That’s exactly why,” she smiled sadly, “I didn’t want to stop anyone’s life for me. After all I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious.”

You held her hand, kissing it as you leaned her into your chest. Holding her, “you’re so strong yeji. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

Jungkook sat on the other side of his sister, leaning onto her and holding her just as tightly as you held her, “I’m so sorry.”

“Guys I’m okay I promise.”

No matter what she’d tell you. You’d forever blame yourself for leaving her lonely during all this. The fact she had to be alone during the hardest days of her life was unfair. You were truly a bad friend and you wish you could go back and look at the signs. They were all there. Yet you didn’t even pay enough attention to realise it.

“I still can’t believe you touched my brother.” She fake gagged, making you chuckle.

“He’s not all that anyway.”

A/N: sorry?

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please could you do something for arcane where reader comes home in a sling and is like "haha funny story" and it turns out they fractured their elbow? i fell off my bike at 8am yesterday morning and biked for idk how may miles and did farm work before going to the hospital roughly 7 hours later. turns out it wasn't a bad bruise like i thought lol. now im in a sling for 6 weeks and it was kinda sus that i was losing mobility in my arm throughout the day before i went to the hospital

Caitlyn

She will go into protective mode immediately.

She is by your side as much as you’ll allow her, getting you everything you need and more.

She will buy you sweets and get you your favorite drink every day during your recovery.

Will be giving you a lot of face kisses when she gives you something or does something you can’t do at the moment.

If anyone gives you the pity look and starts treating you differently she is glaring at them with a stare so hard and cold they stop immediately. Don’t say anything just half, turn around, and walk away.

Ekko

He will immediately check you over for any other bruising or cuts as soon as the news is broken.

He’s extra doting during your recovery, many kisses and cuddles, will fret over whether or not you’re actually comfortable laying with him.

He’s not the tallest individual so if he can’t get something for you, he is asking the other Firelights to get it for you.

On that topic, when he’s not around he has asked several of the Firelights to not smother you but stay near in case you need something.

Just super sweet and helpful during your recovery all around.

Jinx

She is immediately asking who hurt you and when you reveal that it was your own clumsiness, she takes a breath and jokes about it.

She will try to act like it’s no big deal but always has you in the peripheral of her vision.

She’s not as good as she thinks she is at hiding her hovering habits during this time.

She is making and stealing you so many pretty things during this time just to see you smile.

She will also do your hair for you if it’s long enough to style and she is joining you in the bath to wash and brush it.

Silco

When you explain what happened, he will act like he’s scolding you but in reality it’s simply a rouse to disguise his concern. It’s not easy at the best of times, much less when you’re injured.

He will be giving you the best medicine available for any pain.

He’s also making you teas that are supposed to help soothe pain as well. Where he got such high quality tea? He won’t tell you but it’s there.

It’s also like he can read your mind because if you even think of getting something it’s already on the table in front of you.

You’re also not going to work for the entirety of your recovery. It doesn’t matter if you work for him or someone else. If you work for someone else and they refuse to be accommodating, fine you’ve got a new job with Silco waiting for you when you’re better.

Viktor

He is absolutely worried for you but understands how annoying it can be to have people try to do things for you because you’re in pain.

He will only get things for you if you ask and he is happy to do so.

He will massage your shoulder if it starts to hurt from the sling.

Is giving you alternative pain meds to try if the ones you have aren’t working.

He will also hold ice to your elbow so you don’t have to since it can be a pain.

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Bryce Quinlan

okay. I don’t think I’ve expressed my dislike for the main female of Crescent City enough. Here are my reasons and a little bit of ranting and comparisons.

Bryce Quinlan is SPOILED. She always gets what she wants for the consequences be damned.

Bryce refused Connor for so long only to promise a date THE DAY she breaks up with her boyfriend and he dies.

She acts like Danika couldn’t have kept anything from her and continues to be hurt over it when she was a rebel. Danika had the right to keep things and didn’t do anything wrong.

She ignores everything, not just advice, but common sense. In HOEAB, she basically doesn’t listen to anyone who says anything to her, she also doesn’t shy away from literal demons trying to kill her. (This is a common case of MCS but still.)

she’s a terrible mate. This is shown mostly in HOFAS when she dismisses Hunt over and over again, when his fears are very much valid.

she doesn’t take responsibility. Bryce Quinlan murdered two Fae kings and basically said that she didn’t want the kingdoms and all fae should suffer except her small group of people because of her father. That’s petty.

She doesn’t have a sense of urgency, she turns everything into a joke. And yes I know humor is a coping mechanism but you’re seriously going to stand there and joke about dying to your mate? After treating him like shit, and saying you’d come back to him when you knew you were going to sacrifice yourself, that’s not okay. And yes I know that Rhys basically did the same thing, but he never made such promises.

She is too stubborn to talk about her feelings with her own mate. Her mate begs for communication when she doesn’t give it and expects Hunt to repress his feelings as well. That’s just toxic.

She practically orders the queen of the underworld to make an antidote for a problem that’s been here for about 15,000 years in about an hour. That’s just not realistic.

Those are some reasons in general, but now I’m going to ramble about the first half of HOFAS when she was with Nesta and Azriel.

10. Bryce KNEW she was leading a deadly creature to strangers who were allowing her to live and explore as she pleased. I can’t fathom how angry this made me reading it, not just for the beloved ACOTAR characters having to do it, but it’s just unkind to your very kind captives.

11. Bryce listened to the story of Silene (I think that’s her name) with Azriel and Nesta beside her, and still didn’t trust them. 12. Bryce joked around with them, trying to understand them, but kept herself guarded, while yes, knowing your enemy is a great survival tactic, you could tell they didn’t think of her as a threat. 13. Bryce Adeline Quinlan awakened an Asteri in Prythian (or the prison, idk it’s been a while since ACOTAR.) and she didn’t even know how to kill it. In fact, she couldn’t kill it. Nesta, her badass self, slayed the crowd and the asteri. (not a complaint but I have to add the part where Az legit says ‘stick em with the pokey end!’ Love that part.)

14. After (not) defeating the asteri, she STEALS Azriel’s dagger and LEAVES. One, she stole from shadow baby and that’s never okay, two, she didn’t have plans to return it, and three, she didn’t even know how to wield it.

I also feel like Bryce should have to give something that’s a part of her up. In Feyre’s case, she gave up being human. In Aelin’s case, she gave up 90% (if not more) of her power. But then you have Bryce Quinlan. Around 24 years old, all three parents alive (until book three), and has nothing sacrificed. She should be shot down.

Okay I think I’m done now. But I have to say that after all of this I’d like to point out that I love the Maasverse and Crescent City, but I personally think it would be best without Bryce Quinlan as the main character. Thank you for coming to my Blab-Tok, goodbye.

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hello, please have this list of sunday evening thoughts & things & questions without any real answers:

“Gaza is basically a man-made hell on earth”, by Jeremy Scahill. A interview with a Toronto surgeon, Yasser Khan, about his latest medical mission into Gaza, and the destruction facing the people and the health-infrastructure there.

I had one young man, about 25 years old, he lost one eye that I took out myself. He spent about five, six, or seven years, basically spent thousands and thousands of dollars in IVF treatment because he got married young and they wanted to have a child and they couldn’t have one. So he spent years on IVF treatment and finally had a baby that was 3 months old. And there was a missile attack by Israel at his home. He lost his entire family, including his baby and his wife and his parents and family. He’s by himself, single guy. I took his one eye out, and he has nobody in this world. He just kind of walks around the tent structures, just kind of walking around with no home and trying to sleep wherever he can.

i genuinely wonder at what a future with israel looks like. not just with the palestinians they’ve displaced, but like, with the rest of the world. israel will be dismantled, eventually, but until then how long is this misery going to be allowed to drag on? the US (and UK) are like—encouraging it. they want it, it’s always been in their joint interest that israel be established. idk. i have no doubt they’ll let that genocidal boot camp of a settlement run rampant like the brain-washed, blood-thirsty nazi wave they are, but all things give—this can’t carry on. the horror our varying governments force on us by watching it will have to boil over, eventually. the question is just—how, when. capitalism has done a bang-up job of separating us in the west from each other. you can’t take down your government if you don’t know your neighbour’s name. :/

2. these comments, on the youtube videos i’ve recently watched.

This first comment was a response to @/mynameismarines book review, ‘is to gaze upon wicked gods a colonizer romance?’. i find colonizer/colonized pairings to be intensely interesting, because they’re so often done so badly LMAO. i am not a person who believes there are topics/things you’re not allowed to write; everything is fair game. but the price of that is that you have to do it well, and by well i mean like—you have to ask yourself the question, “what does this mean for the people involved?” and you have to answer it. and you have to be prepared that at the end of the day the audience you invite might not agree with your answer!!! like, i think people in the romance/YA spheres think of colonizer/colonized as like, shorthand for a power-imbalance trope (which it does involve!) but it’s like, more than you know, some Billionaire/Secretary cliche. it’s literally the question of, ‘can you come to care about someone who is currently perpetuating the misery of your people?’ Like!!! that is a big question!!!!!!!!!! and you have to do the asking of it, the thesis of your book, justice. and that is a hard thing to do!!!!!! most of us tend to like… not like people who hurt the other people we love, LOL. so if you’re going to write that, you have to work overtime with it.

i’m sharing this comment here because it’s particularly addressing molly x. chang’s (the author of to gaze) knee-jerk reaction to (genuine, thoroughly detailed) negative reviews. which on one hand is understandable: molly was one of the targets in the goodreads sock-puppet review bombing, by one of her peers. but her reaction to these genuine reviews (brought to her attention by a third party!) has been an interesting case-study in like, why the lines between fanfic communities and traditional publishing blurring is a bad thing. because @/aclutteredlife is right, we have different rules here in our community that properly published books have, with their readers!!! i think it’s natural, for instance, for readers to be drawn to a proxy (Reader-chan for us) to be put in a position that generates a lot of angst (losing your family to a raid by a band of fantasy barbarians, for example), because that angst creates an opportunity for The Romance (the comfort, the understanding, the regret and then the assimilation into a new life with ur romance at the centre, cherished wife of the Hot Fantasy Barbarian Husband). in a fanfic, if you have issues with how it’s being presented, you might leave a dissatisfied comment—(“why is she forgetting that Hot Fantasy Barbarian Husband murdered her entire family???”)—but the general understanding is that it’s not for you, at that stage!!! like it’s probably some 14 year old kid that’s just recently discovered captivity tropes or something, like sure you can be annoyed or frustrated but if the writer doesn’t want to answer (or be asked!!!) those questions move on, you know? you didn’t spend money on this, you can hit the back button and find a different fic. complain about it to the group chat if you absolutely have to, LOL. but move on.

but when it’s a traditionally published book who’s author was supposedly given an advance for it the size of half a million dollars? half a million dollars that the publisher is going to try and make back by selling it to readers like you, who will part with your hard-earnt money for a copy? yeah. we’re not a community just trying to entertain each other and ourselves anymore, at that stage. you made a transaction. a transaction to then engage with this piece of art, and the transaction part of that exchange means you get to ask those hard, uncomfortable questions—especially if the art in question doesn’t.

this point kinda bleeds into the next one, tho, so i’ll let the screenshot speak for itself:

LOL. yeah….. yeah. yeah. 🥹

the third comment is from the same video as the second (booktok, brainrot, and why it’s okay to be a hater), but i thought the highlighted part was interesting because it like, kinda made me think of the way things work around here on tumblr, in our fanfic corners LOL. like… you know. how we might share little soundbites about ideas, or just a throw away couple of sentences about an AU or character. and we all do it, that’s the culture of our community, i just find it interesting—telling—that it’s such a… quick and almost guaranteed way of like, getting enmeshed into the community, getting followers, etc etc etc.

like i said, these are just some thoughts & things without any real answers to them. i am always happy to hear ur opinions too (unless they are wrong in which case i regret to inform u we will have to knife fight over it 😔😌🫱🏽🔪).

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People making Robin mean to Steve is one of the biggest reasons I loved your one sided Ron*nce post. Because I genuinely cannot see Robin just overlooking how much Nancy hurt Steve just because Robin has a crush on her. Like even in small ways, I think Nancy did a number on Steve. I look at their relationship and see Steve being told he’s over dramatic, stupid, and that his hobbies and anything that makes him Steve is automatically less than Nancy’s hobbies and desires. Idk I just can’t see Robin hearing about that or about anyone treating Steve badly and not taking Steve’s side. Stobin should have the same brain always

Ahhh yes thank you!! Yeah it simply doesn't make sense to me with the history there. Because like. Even if we do not think Nancy cheated on Steve (which I believe she did, regardless of what TPTB say) she still broke his heart. Regardless of whether or not Steve thinks it's justifiable that she did, Robin wouldn't let that go. She holds a grudge like a motherfucker. The girl she liked had a crush on Steve and he also ate bagels messily in class and didn't know her name and she held onto that for at least two if not three years. No way that after she has finally found her forever person she'll let him being hurt go!! If she can hold onto a petty grudge she can hold onto a heartbreak grudge for her best friend. She does not like people who are mean to Steve and would not be one of them in the way she is sometimes made to be in fics(outside of legitimate misunderstandings, disagreements, normal friendship conflicts) (sorry I've rewritten this like 3 times trying to figure out how to say this without dissecting the st/ncy dynamic in s2. [which i ended up doing and then copy pasting that into a blank doc because oh. i have points. but off topic for this. But it's still a bit ranty] this gets a bit long, but I did delete a weird siderant in it so it's more on topic? I do have a stobin and r//ance point I SWEAR and I hope this is cohesive)

Like, I think Steve 100% blames himself for the breakup. We see this in s4. but also the show tries to make us believe that that's the truth and not Steve seeing Nancy through rose-coloured glasses which is wild. Unreliable Narrator Steve about his own love life is just. it makes sense with everything that we see happen between him and Nancy and how she very much has fault in the ending of their relationship, and should have taken more responsibility and at least broken up with Steve after she slept with Jonathan, but allowed Steve to shoulder the blame for being a "shitty boyfriend" when he really wasn't.

The way the breakup is framed as Steve's fault from the beginning of S2 is kinda wild to me because...Steve was right?? I ALSO wouldn't want to be discussing telling people the top secret government conspiracy that people had been murdered to keep it quiet over in the school library. That's not shitty boyfriend behaviour that's smart person scared of the government that can and will kill you if you blab behaviour. And Nancy even admitted she waited for Jonathan to make a move before going back to Steve, and then she cheated on him with jon! These are not things that Steve knows about or is responsible for! Why does the show make it seem like Steve is entirely at fault here!

Anyways I think Steve must not have told Robin everything and just used his "I was a shitty boyfriend" line on why they broke up for robin and while yeah, she's not good at reading people, she does know when to not push her sad looking friend into talking about a rough breakup. Which is why Robin is on the St/cy train in s4. If she had known everything, (once again not even touching the cheating) I cannot see her pushing Steve towards Nancy. She loves Steve and wants him happy, and thinks maybe if Nancy keeps giving him eyes, knowing Steve has changed in the past year and a half, Robin thinks maybe something can come of it! that's sweet! She's trying to get her friend back together with an ex he cares about, that obviously seems into him too, and doesn't know the extent of their breakup. Unfortunately canon did not make it clear Steve or Robin or Dustin or Eddie know Nancy and Jonathan are still dating? Which makes it very weird, and not make sense, so I am choosing to believe through a game of telephone with the kids Robin and Steve think Nancy and Jonathan broke up and that's why she didn't go to cali.

But Robin doesn't have all the facts so when he does tell her all about the end of his and Nancy's relationship, yes, and Robin is squinting at him because he is acting like it is his fault his heart got broken, but from all the facts given, it doesn't actually seem that way. She's not the best at reading people but she knows Steve, and it just...doesn't add up for her. Because all the things he said he did make sense to Robin, not wanting the government to kill you is actually very reasonable etc... And Steve is still so sad about it and clearly it still affected him getting his heartbroken like that. So Robin, who can hold a bagel crumb grudge like literally no one else, will obviously hold some resentment towards Nancy for hurting Steve like that even if Steve doesn't blame her, because Robin knows what it's like to just...not understand what you did wrong and still blame yourself for it. She's neurodiverse! If we use Rebel Robin, she lost Barb as a friend for seemingly no reason to her other than Barb finding a better friend(I think?) and it wasn't so dramatic as a breakup, but still. I think seeing that Steve had legitimately tried with the tools he was given to support Nancy and be a good boyfriend but blamed himself, and Nancy letting him do that, would strike a chord with Robin. She would Not let it go.

Robin might want to be Nancy's friend, especially if Steve is encouraging it, and insisting that it's fine and they did save the world together, but you're right! she could never overlook the fact that, not only is Nancy Steve's ex which makes things awkward anyway, but she also broke his heart and let him take the blame for it even if he doesn't realize it. (not to mention!! the cheating!!! I am still looking for post s2 st/ncy fic that let's them actually talk about it but it seems like that's just not addressed by the shippers? which is unfortunate because I'd read it, but I don't ship it enough to care to write it myself. Ya feel?) She could probably move past it for friendship if Steve was okay, but I also just...don't think they'd be super close friends.

Tbh I don't see Nancy really wanting to stick around with the Hawkins crew more than exchanging holiday cards and maybe a wedding or big event or something. It'd be nice for her to have people she knows she can rely on, but her goals are so much bigger than that and she'd want to get away and move on, especially if it was for sure over and done. She wants a lot more than Hawkins, and canonically only stays in contact with people involved with the Upside Down if they're dating her or related to her. I know we love to make everyone happy friends big found family but in canon...I don't think Nancy is really looking back at her hometown once she leaves for uni.

I don't think I can even picture Robin having a crush on her in anything other than "pretty badass girl appreciation" way because knowing thabout the st/ncy breakup would probably kill any butterflies before they hatch for Robin.

She couldn't do that to Steve. She couldn't do that to herself! I've seen people complain that a lot of the... not criticism but reasoning for not liking r0nance makes it about Steve so here's this. Robin wouldn't like Nancy not only because of all the Steve stuff, but because they simply do not vibe romantically.

Robin needs someone who will be able to smile and shrug off some of her rants or rambles or even find them endearing. Nancy needs to be alone for a while but in a partner someone is able to push back against her to challenge her and encourage her to her ambitions (this is something with Nancy robin I think would struggle with, with how Nancy was dismissive of Robin and her ideas, which might lead to insecurity for Robin) Robin is involved with people from the Upside Down, she's best friends with Steve, she obviously is familiar with Dustin and Erica and possibly Max. Nancy wanting distance from that aspect of her life wouldn't gel with the company Robin keeps.

I also think not wanting to risk hurting your friend or ruining your relationship with your best friend over a crush is completly legitimate reason for not pursuing a relationship (romo or not) of any kind. Like. jeez. God forbid you care what about your friends feel. It's frustrating when people treat that like it's a stupid reason when it's not!!

Robin wouldn't date Nancy because it may not ruin her relationship with Steve from Steve's side, but from hers. It'd make her question herself and what kind of friend she is. Would she want Steve to date an ex of hers that broke her heart? Even if she blamed herself for it? She wouldn't. Does she think Steve would ever do that? absolutely not, because Steve doesn't want to even risk hurting her. She values her friendship with Steve way more than a crush or a potential girlfriend. She's confident in their relationship far more than a fledgling romantic relationship. She doesn't want to even risk the chance of losing Steve, regardless if he says he's okay with her dating Nancy. Robin doesn't want to be the person who puts romance before her best friend, because she adores Steve, he's her person, they want to combine, and she knows Steve would never do that to her. It's Robin's choice! And I believe she would choose Steve.

Also, this one point is about shippers, it's sorta...super frustrating when so much of the reasoning of people wanting it to be canon prioritizes Nancy. Even when they try to make it about Robin it's about Nancy because it seems like they just. ignore that Robin's best friend is Steve, and that Nancy was annoyed by Robin rambling and being a bit Weird. different interpretations I guess but Nancy was jealous of Robin because of her closeness to Steve and also found her annoying! they got closer in the end and Nancy definitely respected her for the rant in the office, but she would still find those traits annoying. A lot of these points come from viewing r//ance as a potential canon ship when...it's not. (I think it is legitimately so hindering that a lot of shipping is about it being canon or whatever when no? it's just fun to explore a dynamic between characters! which is also why I don't get romo r//nce bc I think they'd have a really weird and kinda awkward relationship. which is fun and neat to explore even if it's messy!)

but still, it wouldn't happen in canon and that's fine!! it's okay to like fanon content! not everything has to be canon. and it's frustrating when people insist on there being a strong possibility of canon r//ance when there isn't. That's not a bad thing! It's just a thing! I'm sorry but based on what is going on with Robin and Vickie very likely being either in a relationship or on the cusp of one in s5, and everything going on between Nancy, jon, and Steve, there's no room for it. It wouldn't make sense to shoehorn it in when Vickie is literally Right There and smiling and enjoying being around Robin more than we saw Nancy being.

People doing this also insist it'd be good for Robin when really they just don't want Nancy to be with Steve or Jonathan and it's like yeah neither do I. I think Nancy should be single. Don't put that shit on Robin. Having them get together at the end is just not allowing Nancy time to be single and find herself and explore the big wide world, and not be tied to Hawkins. Nancy deserves a big post grad adventure without worrying about the upside down.

Let Robin have a cute redhead girlfriend who understands that sometimes she cannot stop her mouth but thinks she's funny and knows that she's gonna sometimes be Very Weird with Steve. Just because a character was created to be a love interest doesn't mean they cannot be interesting. Look at our boy Steve! He was initially supposed to be Nancy's jerk boyfriend who dies and look at him now. :')

Also. It'd be sooooo weird for Nancy there. Steve's her ex! Her gf being best friends with her ex would be weird for her!

and the argument that Vickie is boring is...like ok. more than one person is allowed to ramble when a bit fluster but okay. then so is Barb. She was also barely there. so is tommy. like. people are allowed to not like characters or like ships or whatever. But c'mon. Cut the girl some slack!

Vickie is an eveasdropper who wants to barg into stobin's weird thing. I believe she returned fast times stopped at fifty three minutes and whatever seconds on purpose to suss out if Robin got it. She got so distracted by complaining about her ex she over peanut butter two slices of bread. She thinks Steve is funny. She's a bit of a freak and I think if we continue to see more of her she'll fit nicely with stobin!

Literally I only think R0nance would potentially date in an au where steve and nancy never dated and robin and nancy did instead in a first teenage loves kind of way, but ended up being too different and prioritizing contrasting or conflicting things and realizing that they don't work as a couple. Like. Even there it doesn't really make sense to me? I mean I'm writing the post o66 au with that, the first teenage love r//ance because I do think that, given the right circumstances they would potentially fall in love. But I don't think it would last long term. They're too different about too many things to be compatible I guess.

Anyways yeah I can't vibe with Romo ships that have to disregard or ignore key factors of characters or their deep and loving platonic friendships with others. Sorry I wrote so much about this it probably makes no sense. Peace and love and remember stobin are platonic soulmates who are each other's number ones :)

#steve harrington #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #anti ronance #anti stancy #i guess? listen i didnt mean for this to be this way i just have lots of overlalping thoughts #and its late and im tired and i hate when people treat robin caring about steves feeling and wanting to avoid hurting him #as something inherently... idk. wrong? inserting a man in wlw relationships when. its just being kind to your friend.#plus robin made her relationships about steve long before fhey were friends so not out of character this time its because she loves him tho #findaanswers #anonasaurus #its not even thst i hate the ships i can and do enjoy a stancy fic once in a while its just. i love stobin most #and when romo ships are prioritized over their friendship i get annoyed. and rnce is a frequent perpetrator of this #finda's rambles #i also prefer canon divergent fics so in those for me rnce doesnt work off the bat. other idk i simply dont vibe with it #nancy wheeler #stobin #stranger things #stranger things meta

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