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strangersteddierthings · 11 months

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What's Eight Plus Seven?

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Prompt from @devious-kitten

Steve had a mild interest in DnD as a freshmen because of a cousin or something. The interest was killed by Eddie being mean since Steve is a jock. Post vecna Eddie finds dust covered DnD handbook Steve explains and Eddie faces a still hurt Steve as a results of his biases

((Half written fic, half rambling about how it would go down. Apologies for the formatting. Also I added more angst than the prompt called for hehe))

Steve has always loved sports. This is a well-known fact. He's played on some sort of sports team from the time he was old enough for his parents to be able to sign him up.

A lesser-known fact is that Steve loves fantasy. Or, at least, he used to. On the playground in elementary school, Steve could often be found playing knights and dragons, and it was anyone's guess if he would be a knight or a dragon on any particular day.

The summer between middle and high school, Steve spent with his grandparents from his mother's side, on the farm they'd retired on in Michigan. A month long stay that he'd shared with his cousins, Amber, Robert, and Christopher. Amber and Robert are twins, four years younger than Steve, and Christopher was two years older and infinitely cooler than anyone else Steve knew.

Christopher was on the varsity basketball team at his high school when he was just a sophomore, captain of the JV football team, president of the chess club, and in a games club.

Christopher was everything Steve wanted to be now that he was going to be in high school. Minus the chess club because

It was during that summer, Steve got to indulge in playing make believe for another summer with his younger cousins, without the judgement of people (his father and peers) who thought he was too old for such things. He also got to learn about make believe for older kids, because Christopher played a game called Dungeons and Dragons with his game club the last month of school before summer break and spent many evenings going over what had happened with Steve as a captive audience.

"I wish I'd brought the books," Christopher had whispered to him one night from the bed, peaking over to look down at Steve in his sleeping bag on the floor, "we could have played."

Steve wishes he'd brought the books, too.

At the end of July, Christopher, Amber, and Robert's parents show up to pick them up, five days before Steve's scheduled flight to Indianapolis. It's a sad goodbye because one summer a year isn't enough with his cousins but they live in Washington. Steve's always jealous their parents drive all the way to pick them up, but a little proud he gets to brag about how he's flown alone since he was seven. No one else in his class can brag about that.

His mom picks him up in Indianapolis and they go back to school shopping while there.

A week later, Steve receives a package from Christopher. Inside Steve finds Advanced Dungeons and Dragons books, three of them, and even though Christopher said nothing about advanced, he's sure he can manage. On the inside cover of the players handbook, Christopher has written:

Hey Steve, I think you'd rock playing a dwarf paladin. Let's play next summer? Christopher 1981

He spends the last three weeks of summer vacation reading the player handbook cover to cover and making a character. It's slow going, because letters don't stay where they're supposed to be on the page (that's a problem he's had his whole life, so he's not surprised but he is determined), and he's never been good at math, so getting the stats down on paper isn't easy. He can't decide what he wants to play, so he makes two characters; an elf magic-user and, of course, a dwarf paladin.

(He's a little disappointed you can't be a dragon.)

Steve's never been one to dread the first day of school, but he's never actually looked forward to it, either. It's just been another day.

Until today.

Today is his first day as a high schooler. And the only people who go to the first day are Freshman, except the upper classman that have volunteered to man the booths for school activities for the last hour of the day. It's supposed to help the Freshman get the lay of the land without being overwhelming and Steve's excited for it. He needs to see if Hawkins High has a games club like Christopher's school does.

Here Steve is, that last hour of school. He's already been to the basketball booth, promising to sign up as soon as the season started, and the swim booth because he's got a pool at his house and has been swimming for as long as he can remember and knows he enjoys it. He also stops by the football booth even though he's never played, or cared much, for it. (Maybe he's trying to emulate Christopher, sue him.). So, the final thing is to see if Hawkins High offers a chess club and a game club.

Steve is delighted to see that, though there is no games club, there is a Dungeons and Dragons club! That delight wavers because of the kid manning the booth. His hair is curly and falls just below his ears, with big brown eyes. Steve hates to think it, but he'd be cute if he didn't look like he wanted to stab Steve.

"Yeah, no, keep walking," says the boy, pulling the flier with meeting information on it out from under Steve's hand, where he'd been attempting to read it.

Steve looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. "I was reading that."

"And I said no. Jocks don't play Dungeons and Dragons."

"I could," Steve says, offended. He squints at the name tag sticker slapped diagonally across the way too big jean vest this guy's wearing. E-d-d-i-e. Eddie.

"Have you ever played?"

"Well... no, but-"

"No buts. Mitch let a jock join last year and that was a nightmare. He could barely read the rule book. And with how you were squinting down at the flier, and then my name tag, you're not going to be much better."

Jokes on Eddie, Steve's already read the rule book. Even if it was slowly. "I can read just fine."

"Can you math, then? What's eight plus seven?"

"What?"

"Simple addition. Eight plus seven. What is it?"

Steve knows simple addition. This is fine. It doesn't matter than he's been put on the spot, and that math is hard for the same reason as reading. He can do this. His hand twitches with wanting to pull it up and use it to keep track. He's faster at math when he can do that, but this jerk is mean mugging him and he just knows if he moves his hand, this guy will mock him the rest of the school year.

Eight plus seven. Ok. Make it easier, get to ten. It takes adding two to the eight to get ten. Ok. Take that two away from the seven now. That makes... five! Ok. Ten plus five is-

"Dude, it's fifteen," Eddie snaps.

"I knew that!"

Scoff. "Right. How about seventeen plus six."

Steve can feel his face turning red with embarrassment but he's not going to let this jackass be right. Round up. It takes three to get seventeen to twenty, so take three away from the six-

"23. Point proven. Go. Away. Go play your jock games and leave me- us alone."

Steve opens his mouth to argue, or maybe plead, that he can do this, and that, more importantly, he wants to do this, but laughter cuts through the air and for the first time, Steve notices the audience that has gathered. Three people are laughing at him, and his inability to do mental math, and it makes Steve snap his jaw shut and swallow.

"Mental math isn't that hard, Steve," one of them, Brant, says, as he elbows the guy next to him.

"Thank you!" Eddie says, "that's what I'm saying."

"Whatever, man, like I'd want to play make believe at this age anyway," Steve mutters and rushes away.

If, two weeks later, Steve watches Kyle trip who he now knows is Eddie 'The Freak' Munson in the bathroom, and drag him into a stall for a swirly, well, no he didn't. He briefly thinks of saying something to stop Kyle, but shoves the words down and instead turns on heel and leaves that bathroom just as the sound of flushing and Eddie yelling start. The thick bathroom door does a good job of muffling the noise and if Steve feels any guilt about that, he shoves that down, too.

Besides, Kyle's the captain of the basketball team and if Steve wants a chance to be on that team, he can't stay anything. It's a well-known fact that Steve likes sports, after all. He's going to stick to that. Screw Eddie Munson and his Dungeons and Dragons club.

Steve will get to play Dungeons and Dragons with Christopher next summer.

Except, halfway through the school year, Steve and his parents quickly board a plane bound for Washington. Turns out being as perfect as Christopher was is hard. Overwhelming.

They arrive the day before the funeral, and fly out right after it. Steve barely has time to mourn before they're shuffling him back to school that Monday.

Christopher died, and with him, so does Steve's desire to be just like him. He quits the football team. He keeps basketball because he does like it, even without Christopher's influence. He can't bring himself to get rid of the Dungeons and Dragons books, but he can't look at them, either. They end up in the downstairs hall closet, forgotten on the shelf.

So, years later, after rising to the top of the food chain (no one was ever going to embarrass him like Eddie Munson had again) and then falling to the bottom (who cares about high school popularity when interdimensional monsters exist) and of course, the years of fighting against said interdimensional monsters before ending it all in spring of '86, Steve finds himself, unwillingly, agreeing to host Hellfire since the school banned the club following the events of spring break.

Damn Dustin Henderson. Steve usually has the backbone to say no but Dustin had to play up 'getting a chance to finally just be kids' and fuck, how was Steve going to say no to that? Despite how quickly his own desire to be a freshman playing Dungeons and Dragon had been squashed, he can't be the one to ruin this for them.

"Thanks for hosting, man," Eddie says when Steve lets him in. He's an hour early but had asked if that was okay. Apparently the dungeon master has a lot of prep to do? Not that Steve would know.

"Sure," Steve says, dismissively, because while Eddie and he went through hell together, and Steve carried his sorry ass out of the Upside Down, Steve can't quite let his guard down around him.

It's funny. In the Upside Down, Eddie had made a point to tell him he's changed, is a 'good dude' now. So, what's funny is how much Eddie is exactly the same person he was five years ago. He was an ass to Steve five years ago, and as far as Steve is concerned, was also an ass to Lucas for wanting to play basketball just this year.

He swears to God, if he hears one negative thing about Lucas tonight, he's punching Eddie unconscious, no matter what the rest of Hellfire will do or say about it.

Eddie's been in his dining room for maybe five minutes before he finds Steve in the living room. Steve's got a movie playing but he couldn't tell you which one. He's not really watching it.

"Do you got a table cloth for that big table? Jeff's got a set of metal dice and I'd feel like a real ass if we scratched it on accident."

Steve takes a deep breath before answering. He hates that Eddie is considerate like this, has been since spring break if Steve's being honest, but he doesn't want to see Eddie's good qualities. So, he waves in the direction of the closet. "Yeah. There should be some in the hall closet there. Help yourself."

"Thanks."

He twists on the couch to watch Eddie cross the room to the closet door, listens as the door creaks opens, hears the quiet, pleased noise Eddie lets out when his eyes land on the stack of table clothes. Steve continues to watch as Eddie just grabs the whole stack and yanks them off the top shelf.

Which means his watching as the stack of non-fabric objects, which must have been half atop the table clothes, also tumble out of the closet, bouncing off various parts of Eddie. It's a bunch of miscellaneous items. However, Steve realizes with horror, the book that bounces off Eddie's head is his copy of the Monster Manual. Eddie has stepped back in surprise (and possibly pain), so the Dungeon Master Guide and the Players Handbook bounce off his torso and leg before landing on the ground.

"Fuck," Eddie curses, before he stares down at what just assaulted him. Steve just stares at Eddie, watching as he slowly comes to comprehend what he's seeing. He watches as Eddie bends down and grabs the Player Handbook, the last thing to fall, from a top the pile. "What the-"

Steve stands, suddenly defensive, but doesn't actually say anything or move closer. He just watches as Eddie examines the book, flipping it from front to back in his hand like the title will change if he does that enough times.

Then, Eddie turns to him, bewildered. "Present for one of the kids? Thought they all had their own copies."

"No."

Eddie flips the book open. Reads the words written in there so many years ago. "Who's Christopher? Wait. 1981? You were playing D&D in 1981?"

"None of your business, and no," Steve says, now kicking into action, stomping up to Eddie and snatching the book from his hands.

Eddie hold his hands up in defense before his eyes turn mischievous. The same glint in them now that was there when Eddie'd leaned into this space in the RV and called him big boy. "Are you lying to me, Stevie? You've played before, haven't you?"

It makes Steve's blood boil. "No. I haven't played!"

"Alright. You could now, you know," Eddie says. And it's the way he says it, all nonchalant and like he's trying to be coy about it- it tips something over inside Steve. A bottle that held his humiliation and hurt from all those years ago.

"Oh, now I'm good enough for D&D? Now I can join? Aren't I too much of a jock for you!?"

"Whoa, what's with the hostility-"

"What's eight plus seven, Eddie!?" Steve snaps. His memory might be shit these days, with all the concussions, but the unfortunate part about Steve is that he always seems to remember the bad. And he remembers Freshman First Day like yesterday. "No? How about seventeen plus six? Come on, mental math isn't hard. Or don't you remember? I'm just a stupid jock too slow on the uptake, or no, what was it you said? It'll be a nightmare to play with me, 'cause I might be barely able to read the rules?"

He watches as Eddie's face morphs from confusion, to understanding and horror. "Holy shit, Steve. That was you- you wanted to join Hellfire-"

"Yeah, and you made it pretty fuckin' clear I didn't belong in it."

"I'm sorry man. I shouldn't have- if I'd known you, I never would have-"

"That's the problem, Eddie!" Steve shouts, waving the book in front of him. "You didn't know me. You looked at me and decided for me that I was going to be a jock and nothing else and then humiliated me in front of other people! You didn't even bother to try to know me. I spent three weeks reading this stupid book cover to cover because I knew I was shit at reading and I still wanted to try anyway."

He sees Eddie puffing up in anger. "Well, I wasn't exactly wrong, was I? You were a jock, a bully even!"

"Yeah, because I was a dumb, hurt kid who decided that it was better to hurt than be hurt. As if you weren't exactly the same that day, lashing out at me first, at my reading ability, and mocking me for not being quick at math. Fuck you, Munson!" Steve walks away, not hearing anything Eddie shouts after him as he sprints up the stairs and shuts himself in his room.

Steve knows he was a dick in high school, and it's not Eddie's fault he was a dick. Steve made choices he's not proud of and no one forced those choice on him. But Eddie doesn't get to throw that back in his face. Not when Eddie made him feel humiliated and stupid on the first goddamn day of high school, long before Steve became mean himself.

#pre-steddie #my fic #prompt #sophomore eddie is a jerk #but only because he thinks steves gonna be a jerk first so hes gotta beat him to it #also steves very mean to eddie in his thoughts but its only his thoughts #tw: minor character death #its an oc tho #tw: suicide implied but not stated

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intotheelliwoods · 2 months

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This is Part 1! Part 2 can be found here~

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#cw implied sibling death #tw implied sibling death #implied character daeth #btw #tumblr user @sad-leon is 100% to blame for the idea of an imaginary big leo #<3 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #leonardo hamato #if I forgot some tw/cw tag lmk #2 arms left #<- oops forgot au tag haha

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yutaan · 1 year

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I'm late to the CQL Hunger Games (and congrats to Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing!) but I just gotta say seeing the ChengQing matchup made my eyes and brain go HUGE

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #wen qing #chengqing #(...kinda)#Jiang Cheng's matchups were a wild ride #what an absolutely miserable time he had :D #doodles #comics #blood #tw blood #tw implied character death #tw needles

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kaysdenofchaos · 9 months

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Do you have adult designs for the tmmt boys? :)

I MEAN.

KIND OF???

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(READ THE TAGS DONT KILL ME)

TMMT Iteration Masterpost

#NOT CANON JUST A LAST RONIN AU #was feeling silly goofy one day #I’ll give y’all happy adult designs I promise 🙏#teenage meddling mutant turtles #tmmt #tw character death #tw implied death #tmnt angst #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt fan iteration

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rockymintscollective · 2 months

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Oh my god more Dead Poets Analysis

Holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK PEOPLE

SPOILERS FOR DEAD POETS SOCIETY AFTER THIS.

I just realized that whenever it's revealed that Neil ended up kicking the bucket you can *see* how everyone else reacts. You can tell how they feel whenever you realize the stuff that went down with everything.

like especially in the scene where they're all singing. (pardon for the shitty quality if it looks bad)

Like... You can tell how they're all feeling in this scene alone.

Charlie isn't even singing. He's not even participating in this. You see Cameron in the back participating but it seems like he's thinking about something and you can tell it's probably not something good. Same thing with how you see how torn Meeks is.

Like of course they all are close in their own ways. Not even a few seconds later you see the light hitting Todd's face just right to show that there's snot on his upper lip (showing that he's still been crying) and how Knox and Pitts are singing with their full lungs and chest.

There's such a vast array of emotions in this it's literally suffocating?? In an odd sense. Like it feels like there's too much and not enough emotion in it at the same time.

Also??? When you see keating??? A few frames later and how sad he is??? Oh my god??? /lh /aaughgh???

You see him looking away. Not even at Mr. Noland like the other teachers and administrators are, but he's actively looking away and almost in a dissociative-like state. Like oh my god??? Holy shit???

Adding onto this, the scene afterward where Charlie chews out Cameron for finking??? I love to imagine that the reason Cameron said "Nuwanda" instead of "Charlie" (like his actual name is) is because of the fact that he's genuinely putting his foot down this time. Like they did when Charlie outed out this DPS to begin with.

You see it in his eyes that he genuinely means what he says here. Like when he says "You just signed your expulsion papers, Nuwanda." you can tell that he's just pissed.

ALSO. A SMALL DETAIL I NOTICED EARLIER. Could be an entire coincidence and I could be so SO wrong, but look at this.

I want you to focus on Pitt's signature for a moment. Stay with me here.

You see that?

Remember what the the DPS "signature" looked like?

If not, here's a reminder:

Now I could be so very wrong. I could be so off. But I do imagine Pitts had more of an attachment to the DPS than we saw because of this. You could at least tell in the signature (in my eyes at least) that he clearly cared a lot about this shit.

Anyway rant over my bad I got really passionate here this time. But oh my god I'm in love with this movie

#dead poets fandom #dead poets society #john keating #charlie dalton #analysis #character analysis #implied depression #tw death #tw violence

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gingersnappish · 11 months

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Cracked kyber gone dim, mangled mask...he's not coming back. Drawn for @makekyluxsuffer prompt: Loss/Grief

#kylux #makekyluxsuffer #implied character death #armitage hux #kylo ren #tw implied death #gingersnappisharts #gingersnappishstarwarsart

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mikodrawnnarratives · 6 months

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TW (IMPLIED) CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(not graphic blood but I'll still tag it just in case)

@naffeclipse

Might want to turn up your brightness for this one fellas

This is Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

(might end up being three parts actually lol)

(my script is like 3-4 pages long so....)

Long post under the cut

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

This comic stems from my need for them to have a satisfying conclusion OKAY

I mean it's bittersweet but at least they make up (to a degree)

Explanation below (kind of spoiling next part) (kindof almost not really idk):

After being dangerously injured by a cryptid, Vanessa managed to contact the one person she wished she could have said goodbye to the most.

I'll explain more about why Vanessa is the way she is in the next part but without spoiling, Vanessa has grown a little since the last time she saw y/n. That, in combination with the fact she's bleeding out and taking on the mentality "fuck it why not", has led her to this decision.

This comic kinda goes off of the idea she gets an inkling of doubt in her mind about whether y/n is still "alive".

The next part will go into it more but that doubt mixed with her resolve leads her to at least try.

She tries to call y/n. They don't answer. She sends a text and no longer has the strength to hold on to her phone.

I don't think she'll be completely resolved to Vampires having actual consciousness but in her last moments she's also just wishing for her friend back. Her human friend. The one who has been dead all this time. Vanessa has a history with seeing ghosts so

It's worth a try

I'll let you decide which phone of y/n's she tried to contact.

Assuming y/n unblocked her on their previous phone at some point

So yeah, Vanessa in this comic is going back and forth on whether this is y/n or not. She's bleeding out, so does it really matter?

It's almost selfish how much she wishes to be free of the ache in her chest. The fact in the end, she couldn't free her friend.

You'll see more of this in the next part. I don't want to spoil it too much.

She doesn't wish to carry this burden of failing her friend. She reaches for a conclusion. She wants this to end well. She wants her friend to be okay. She wants to believe everything has worked out. She wants everyone she cares about to be okay without her.

She'll throw out her wish to the world. And hopefully, it'll come true.

She'll throw out her wish to you.

It is you.

Right?

I may have spoiled the next part a little bit oopsies

I just want to explain why Vanessa's different y'know

And y/n has their own conflicting emotions.

Even when things are a semblance of normal, it can't be. They are a vampire now. It tears them up inside.

But. Vanessa lets them touch her.

They've been afraid to do that. For the entirety of this reunion cut short.

She lets them touch her.

And again, Vanessa wouldn't be this way if... it weren't for a few somebodies.

But that's enough spoiling the next part.

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mailb0xbunii · 6 months

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hey have i ever told u guys about my favorite mcrp character okay so their name is caimsey and

#buniidoodles #c!aimsey #can we start drawing aimseys characters with more body hair or do i have to everything in this house 🙄#tw implied death #tw slight blood

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scarletlight-has-issues · 2 months

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Okay so I've held onto this one for quite a while bc I was self-conscious ab my art style and how it doesn't look nearly as good as a ton of other prohibited wish artists on here but I think it's time to share it-

I had this idea in my head and I just needed to get it out sooo um.

Sorry for the pain

Also I was testing out how I draw maskless Scarab (which is partially inspired by the INCREDIBLE @time-woods's design for their Carma sorry for the @ I just wanted to credit you for the inspo- btw) so it's changed a bit since I drew this bc Ive gotten more used to drawing him-

I have a ton more art in my backlog I'm just,,, self-conscious lol. trying to get better-

PLEASE [tumblr] fix the quality when I post this bc it looks like ass in the editor as Im looking at it rn

#prohibitedwish #prohibited wish #the scarab #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #prismo x scarab #adventure time #fionna and cake #this is intended to be implied prisjake in case that wasn't clear #in my mind and in the context of this it was like. A crush that was never verbalized bc Prismo didnt want to put that pressure on him #with 1. Jake already having a partner and 2. the power imbalance inherent with Prismo being a god and Jake being a mortal #I have a lot of thoughts ab them lol #Poor Prismo is not coping #tw character death #tw implied character death

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punkfloweranarchy · 10 months

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Hobie and Miles on a mission/fighting a baddie together. Shit goes wrong. Really, really wrong. Like, building collapses on top of them and there’s no way out kind of wrong.

And, of course, Miles is impaled on some rebarb or something; bleeding out slowly but also way too fast, with Hobie pinned on top of him (with a few cracked ribs and other various injuries of his own, of course) and very little wiggle room to work with.

They think they’re going to die there, trapped and bruised and bleeding, but hey — at least they’re together.

And, of course, Miles thinks this is the best time to confess all the feelings he’s been bottling up for the past couple years and Hobie has to lay there and listen to Miles wax poetry about him in the round about way he’s so good at, avoiding the three words Hobie most desperately wants needs hopes to hear; all the while coughing up blood and wheezing for breath and Hobie is sure that his heart tearing itself to shreds is going to kill him before his injuries or the lack of oxygen will because this can’t be happening. They’ve wasted so much time waiting for the right moment and pushing down their feelings when they could have been happy and together the whole damn time and it’s too much for Hobie to comprehend.

So he almost refuses to confess himself. He almost convinces himself that, yet again, now is not the time. That as soon as they get out, when they’re healed up and away from this nightmare, then he’ll tell Miles how much he’s loved him for the past two years and they’ll get their time to be happy and in love and together.

But Miles is fading, his breaths becoming more shallow with every passing moment and Hobie knows they’re out of time. There will be no ‘later’. He only has now. And he refuses to spend their last moments with the words lingering heavy at the back of his throat, choking him. So he lets them out, finally. And finally, he can breathe for the first time in two years.

“I love you, Miles.” His voice is wrecked and his throat is so so tight with the repressed ache to sob or scream or choke or or or…

Miles smiles: beautiful, brilliant, heart-wrenchingly happy. It fills Hobie up with such a violent vortex of emotions he feels like the one who’s bleeding out, guts and heart so raw and exposed he can barely breathe.

“I love you too, Hobie. Thank you.”

Hobie sputters out a laugh because of course Miles would be the type to say ‘thank you’ after a love confession. The laugh turns into a breaking sob when he realizes again where they are and what Miles is really thanking him for: not waiting, not letting him go without saying it. For making his last moments ones filled with love and tenderness. Hobie wants to scream at the unfairness of it all. He wants something tangible to fight, to blame, to make feel all the pain that he’s feeling right now.

But all he can do is hold Miles and tell him over and over again how much he loves him so Miles doesn’t have to spend a second longer wondering.

#…#and then Gwen and Peter and Miguel show up and rescue them!#all better :’)#sorry this is so SAD #maybe maybe maybe i’ll write a full fic (with a happy ending ofc) but we shall see if i can handle the emotional damage #char: miles morales #char: hobie brown #vee’s soapbox #vee’s drabbles #spiderverse #ship: punkflower #atsv #punkflower #punkflower drabble #tw: blood #tw: mentions of blood #tw: implied character death

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