#let's see how it goes when july drops

[snazzydwarf]

(This was written in July oh dear-)

You know how in a lot of fics a de-aged Danny winds up in Gotham either via Clockwork putting him there, or Danny goes through a portal (either through his own volition or not) and ends up being taken in by one of the bats?

Okay that, but what if he was never picked up and ends up falling through the cracks and becoming one of the many homeless children wandering Gotham's streets, but unlike all the other street kids who know when to keep their head down Danny just doesn't have those fear receptors... like at all- It's almost scary with how the kid manages to just not give a single flying fuck about what is going on.

So after a while of wandering the streets and getting acquainted with the Gotham's inhabitants everyone slowly get's used to the kid wandering around, dropping their guard and greeting him with smiles when he toddles around the corner, looking for his next meal or piece of scrap clothing.

Perhaps it's this show of trust they begin to notice the strangeness that hangs around him like a cloud. The shifting coloured eyes, the coldness in his skin that never seems to go away no matter how much clothing the kid gets bundled in.

The fact that no one knows where he goes once they take their eyes on him? Spooky to say the least, but they're Gothamites! One shady, possibly meta, kid ain't gonna change anything.

So he becomes a staple in everyone's lives, and eventually learned his name is Danny. He talks about having an older sister called Jazz, two best friends and a puppy he named Cujo. (who let their kids watch Cujo???) They also learned he had an innate fear of The Bats, whenever one swept into the streets during their nightly patrol he would just... disappear. He became unfindable and wouldn't appear until the next day.

At first they thought it was him finding a safe place to sleep while the night rolled around and the Rouges came out to play, but that assumption was quickly squashed when he was caught wailing on one of the Jokers henchmen. The white makeup couldn't even cover up the black and blue bruises that covered his face.

It was comical, if not a bit frightening to see this small child practically a baby sitting upon a knocked out, grown ass man. His little stubby legs dangling off the side of his body, too small to even reach the ground.

Of course nothing stays under the Bats radar for long so he end up eventually getting spotted. However none of the Bats where expecting such resistance from the civilians when they offered to take the kid.

Now whenever the little tyke is bumbling around and a Bat (or any other vigilante associated with them) is in the area, it's all hands on deck to distract Danny and get him somewhere else.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom x dc #I just wanted Gothams inhabitants to adopt Danny first #before any Bats could get to him #so now that they want him they have to try and get through multiple neighbourhoods of people #its THEIR kid god dammit! #our bb boi #whos a little off putting #but it's apart of his style #just ignore the slight body horror and uncannyness that he can give off #just a quirk of his we swear #:> #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #snazzyprompts

[starrystevie]

eddie's just trying to be a good wingman, okay? he sees robin and steve and how they're attached at the hip, sees how they smile all soft and gooey at each other, sees how they pass light touches just to show that they're there without even subconsciously putting a hand on a shoulder.

so he meddles. he pushes them closer to one another when they sit on couches, shoving them bodily until they're on top of each other despite their groans of complaint. he goes overboard with the theatrics and declares from a table top that robin looks pretty, goading steve into doing the same and not noticing how her nose crinkles up in disgust. he purposefully gets out of the way when steve sidles up close next his side as they walk down the sidewalk so that steve can brush his hand against robin's instead of the back of his.

"i just don't get it," he exhales after steve gets up to use the bathroom as they sit around the pool one sticky july night. "this is the perfect time for steve to make his move on you and he just won't do it."

robin stares at him like he has three heads before bursting out into an uncontainable laughter.

"steve? make a move?" she breaks off, gasps for air, takes a sip of her now too warm beer and grimaces. "on me? but he's... i'm... we're-"

and now eddie's panicking because steve is coming back and the backyard house lights are illuminating him like a greek god, so he slaps robin's arm to get her to just look because, god, does steve look gorgeous. it's like he's the most perfect package that could ever be offered and robin is laughing instead of reveling in it.

"what'd i miss?" steve says as he sits back down, passing fresh ice cold beers around as robin catches her breath.

"hit on me," she says. eddie blanches and slaps her harder.

steve's face pinches, a frown overtaking his lips, eyebrows pulling together. "ew, no. why would i hit on you?"

eddie doesn't get it and his face must show it because steve is looking at him with confusion and robin is still cackling away like the witch that she is. he sighs, pushes his hair back as a way to ground himself back in the moment instead of letting his brain wander off into not so nice territory of telling him how stupid he is until steve's face softens and he hits robin's knee to get her to shut up.

they look at each other. and it's not a look that eddie gives to anyone, it's not a look he gets from anyone. they talk with their eyes and slight head nods and quirks of eyebrows and eddie doesn't get it. but then they turn back to him, robin's face set in determination, steve's set in.... something else.

"we're gay."

they say it at the same time, like fucking robots or clones or something else that eddie should probably know the name of but he's shocked to the core and can't think of anything more fitting. he feels his jaw drop, feels his heart squeeze in his chest until-

"i mean technically i'm bi-"

"-and technically i'm a lesbian."

and then they stare at eddie and wait. he gapes like a fish, or at least he feels like he does, his brain going a million miles a minute trying to catch up to the fact that he isn't alone and that he isn't wrong and that he actually has a chance with steve harrington, as far fetched as that might be.

but then he looks closer. catches the glimmer in steve's eye. sees the way his fingers are dancing over his exposed thighs where his swim shorts have ridden up to show the tan line underneath. sees the way he's biting almost nervously at his bottom lip and eddie's heart thumps painfully once more.

"me too," is all he can breath out, eyes locked on steve's, hoping his heart is beating out of his chest, too.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #don't ask where this came from cause i don't knoooooooow #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie fluff #1k #2k

[moonstruckme]

Would you be willing to do a bodyguard!Sirius fic where they’re both pining and there’s so much cute banter but then something real goes down and Sirius goes into full guard dog protective mode, soft with reader and aggressive to anyone else??????

Thanks love!

cw: violence

bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” you say, trying again to steal the handles of your shopping bags from Sirius’ grasp. He holds them away from you, the wind of a passing car barely moving the bags with all the clothes weighing them down. 

“Careful, or I’ll accidentally drop them in the street,” he teases, bringing the bags back to his side. He’s carrying three in one hand, the other kept free as a precaution. “And you’re not actually that difficult to persuade, dollface. You know a reasonable argument when you hear it.” 

You scoff. “How is ‘buy six of the same top’ a reasonable argument?” 

“Because it looks good on you, and they had it in six colors. Easy.” 

“But red? I look awful in red.” 

“You don’t look awful, ever.” Sirius makes a derisive sound. “You’re just not used to seeing yourself in red. You look good in every color.” 

You roll your eyes, about to retort when a shout rings out behind you. You turn, Sirius placing a protective hand on your arm, but it does nothing to stop the momentum of the figure running at you. 

The air is knocked out of you as a masked man barrels into your middle, barely slowing as he throws you over his shoulder. 

Sirius yells, and you look up to see he’s dropped the bags and is wrestling a knife away from his neck—your heart lurches—twisting the wrist of another man until he drops it. 

A third is running behind you. They’re all wearing ski masks. The one you can see barely has the holes over his eyes, like he’d pulled it on hastily before running at you. 

He reaches up to press a cloth to your mouth. Your arms are pinned by the hold of the man carrying you, but you kick and buck for all you’re worth, thrashing your head about until the guy behind you gives up and lowers the cloth. 

You suck in air to scream, and something crashes into you from the side. Your face smashes into the ground. You twist onto your side as quickly as you can, hands up to ward off the new threat, but this new person isn’t masked. The third man, the one who’d put the cloth to your mouth, hesitates less than a second before taking off, another member of your detail digging her knee into the first man’s back as she works to pin his arms behind him. A second later, and Mark—who must have been the first shout you heard, he was supposed to be guarding your back—is there with her, helping to wrestle your attacker’s hands into zip-ties. You think distantly that you’d always considered them carrying zip-ties ridiculous, because what would they need those for? Now you know. 

A hand grips your chin, and then you’re looking into Sirius’ worried gray eyes. “Are you okay?” he pants. His voice is rough and curt, at odds with the gentleness of his touch on your face. 

“I—” You glance to the man beside you, who’s gone obstinately silent as your two other guards fire questions at him. 

“Hey.” Sirius’ voice is near pleading. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah.” 

His shoulders slump in relief, but none of the tension leaves his face. “Mark!” he barks towards the other two. “Julie’s got him, go get the other guy.” 

Mark nods and takes off in the direction the third man had run, and Sirius turns back to you, the crease between his brows not leaving but gentling. “I saw them put something on your face. You didn’t breathe in?” 

“I didn’t,” you confirm. Just like he’d taught you, back when you’d thought his little lessons would always be pointless. 

“Good girl.” He takes your face in both hands, pressing a firm kiss between your brows. “Great job, sweetheart, that’s not easy.” 

Movement from your left makes you flinch, and you look over to see Julia trying to wrangle your attacker—now unmasked, and all but snarling at you—into the van. In a flash, Sirius is between you. 

“Keep fucking looking at her like that, and see what happens.” His voice is the kind of cold where even snow won’t fall. Even though you’re the one he’s protecting, you go rigid. 

The man’s expression goes slack, and he’s dumbstruck enough for Julia to get him the rest of the way into the van with little hassle. Sirius turns back to you, the severity melting from his features. 

“Sorry, baby.” The pet name seems to slip out unbidden, and he almost flinches himself, shying away from you as if embarrassed. The next words come quieter. “Sometimes you have to be extra harsh with these guys, but I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t,” you say, and you mean it, the sheepishness in his expression unfamiliar but somewhat comforting considering the equally alien ferocity you’d just witnessed. 

“Fuck, you’re shaking all over,” he breathes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him. It’s an awkward sort of hug, you sitting and Sirius crouched so that both of your legs get in the way, but he makes the most of it, scrubbing his hand up and down on your shoulder blade with reassuring firmness. 

You close your eyes, relishing the contact, the safety of his touch. Then you remember the knife. You open your eyes as he pulls back, finding the tiny line of red over his Adam's apple. 

“Are you okay?” It’s little more than a croak, tears coming unbidden to clog your throat. 

“Me?” He follows your gaze, touching two fingers to the mark. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, it’s just a graze. It’s nothing. Your cheek, though…” He looks crestfallen. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. This should never have happened.” 

“I’m okay,” you promise him, though now that he mentions it, your cheek is stinging. You must have scraped it on the sidewalk. It feels raw. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder, my arms—”

“You did everything you could,” he says firmly. “Listen, of course I want you to fight like hell in any situation like that—and you did a great job of it—but it’s my job to make sure you never have to.”

“It was bound to happen eventually,” you say quietly, and something like pain passes across Sirius’ face. He rubs your shoulder delicately. 

“Not today,” he says, matching your volume. 

Maybe not today, you think, but would it matter if it had happened tomorrow instead? He’d always blame himself. “Agree to disagree?” 

“Easy for you to say.” He grins sharply, back to the joking boy you know. “You’re not the one who’s going to get yelled at by Remus when he sees what’s happened to your face.” 

“I’ll get him to lay off,” you reassure him. 

“Yeah, good fucking luck with that.”

#bodyguard!sirius black #bodyguard!sirius #bodyguard!sirius x reader #bodyguard!sirius black x reader #sirius black au #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black fluff #sirius black angst #sirius black hurt/comfort #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black baby blurb #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #hp marauders

[gege]

Hiii, how are you? I hope you are doing ok! <3 sending love and hugs. I wanted to ask you... i think i remember something about tgcf having live action adaptation. Was that real or was just a dream i had or something? If it's real do you know if we will have it or what happened to the project? Idk if my mind made that up! sorry and thanks :)

Hiii Anon!

No, it's not some mad collective fever dream we all had, they really did film it (6 months of shooting between July 2021 and January 2022). Native title is 吉星高照 (Ji Xing Gao Zhao) English title is Eternal Faith.

If we ever get to see it is another matter, i probably don't need to say the main reason is because it's a danmei adaptation - it'll have a harder time passing the censors than the average cdrama. Since the popularity of other dangais it seems the censors have become stricter in any case. Job one is always going to be passing the censors.

While checking chinese websites and articles I did find several sources of a rumour that the site security punched a girl who was visiting the set. I can't vouch for the reliability of this but anything that can potentially attract criticism can delay a cdrama release further. Other criticisms include the casting of the male leads, how cheap the set design and costuming look, and a cancelled actress who may have to remain uncredited.

So it will need to satisfy the censors in order to be relased, as well as satisfy the general public and tgcf fans to be worth releasing and I'm not sure if it can do it all. If all goes well and it does ever pass censorship, we won't get a release date in advance. I don't know if you've ever experienced waiting for a cdrama release but you will not get much warning when it airs. It will likey drop with a couple days warning in form of internet rumours, or just completely out of the blue.

HAVING SAID THAT - another rumour is that a full costume bl drama like the untamed will be released internationally in Sept 2024, bypassing a Chinese release. It's just a rumour but it does make this webpage very interesting! But please remember everything above and not get too excited just yet 😂.

I'm gonna share some set photos just because 😍

Zhai Xiaowen as Xie Lian

Zhang Linghe as Hua Cheng/San Lang/Crimson Rain Sought Flower

Chang Huasen as Shi Qingxuan/Wind Master & Tian Xuning as He Xuan/Ming Yi/Earth Master

Vin Zheng as Nan Feng & Li Fancheng as Fu Yao (+ bonus Wind Master)

Liu Lingzi as Xuan Ji

Liu Jinyan as Ling Wen & Wang Yueyi as Female Wind Master

Xiao Kaizhong as Feng Xin/Nan Yang & Cai Yao as Mu Qing/Xuan Zhen

Bian Tianyang as Qi Rong/Prince Xiao Jing/Green Ghost

Lu Yuxiao as Yushi Hung/Rain Master. She played Shangguan Qian in My Journey to You, but as she was fairly unknown at the time of filming jxgz so there are no photos to be found of her as Rain Master 😩.

Anyway, let's all quietly try to will this into existence with physic powers etc.

Thanks for sending me an ask, have a lovely day anon!

(∩^o^)⊃━☆

#吉星高照 #天官赐福 #eternal faith #ji xing gao zhao #jxgz #tgcf #ask #anon #o #thanks for sending me a thing! #i am hugging you back #sorry as usual for taking 84 years to reply to asks #not sure how much clout actor popularity has #but some actors are much more popular now than at time of filming #zlh has had 4 dramas out this year alone #and chang huasen is really charismatic in a journey to love right now #i hope he get's more main roles in the future! #long post #oh so you can put individual links for each picture but only if they're full size and not made into a grid #even longer post sorry!

[luis-block]

Can I get fem hellhound reader snuggling with the mob au members!!

I loved the last story!!

Thank you! And I did make the reader more neutral in looks and gender, but it could be for anyone/ any oc's. My ask box are also open! I would love to do more Welcome Home asks

Warnings: None

Mob Au Welcome Home Gang Cuddle HC's

Wally Darling

Once you start cuddling him, you got to wait for him to be done cuddling you. He’s very possessive when in a relationship with you but is happy to cuddle wherever you want. So you get to cuddle softly on his lap with your head on his shoulder as he lounges in the bar, ordering hits on people. Or maybe your both laying in bed, with his head on your chest as twilight comes and goes. “Your mine forever~” and “I will love you, even if you don’t love me.” Will be whispered in the night to you, whether it warms or chills your heart is up for you to decide.

Barnaby b Beagle

Even with his brash and crude personality, is still soft to the thought of cuddling you. Sharing a chair as you sit into his warm side with his arm over you, the feeling of laughs from crude jokes and cigar jokes are a common occurrence. The smell of scotch and your perfume mix when you cuddle on his shoulder as he carries you around in his one arm so you don’t need to keep up with his walking pace. An inappropriate joke usually happens before an ask to cuddle, so it can be seen as an apology to you, but you know he just is embarrassed to ask outright.

Poppy Partridge

When not healing or cooking, she’s got some time on her hands. So an after-breakfast cuddle in back bed is always her favorite after everyone goes on about their days. Helping her preen her feathers as she lays her head on your lap as you two watch T.V. is a Saturday Night ritual at this point. She worries that she is ‘boring’ to you compared to the colleagues, but her stability and constant presence is unbeatable by anyone else in the gang.

Eddie Dear

Likes to take up the couch in the living room and have his arm over you, snoring away like a freight train and holding you close. Will sometimes forget you two have cuddled earlier and will insist for more cuddles. Currently not the worst thing ever, as it makes him happier every time. Though you worry about him memory as it gets worse, you let him drape himself over you as you lay in bed all the same.

Howdy Pillar

Will be ok with or without cuddling, its just in his nature. But if you ask, he will cuddle you for a time. Four strong arms engulf you as your eyes close for a nap, you feel him relax but don’t bring up the drop in guard. When winter comes he is much more fluffy, and laying on one of his arms as he does something else give you warmth when your cold. He will relax more as time goes on, but you will always be the one to initiate.

Julie Joyful

Will come and cuddle you at the oddest times, middle of dinner and out after a hit in the middle of a park are the weirdest so far. She will have an arm around you in bed, explaining chemical reactions and how she’s going to use them for her next hits. Ya she might smell of a lab on a good day, but her back scratches are award winning.

Sally Starlet

Will go batshit for cuddles, I am not joking. At the bar, sitting in one of the lounge chairs with her legs over yours while she vividly tells a story about latest hit as she lays her head next to yours on the chair. Or laying on a bench on the park at 2 am looking at the stars, whispers of love and insane ideas of weddings are shared between you two with giggles.

Frank Frankly

Reading out loud with your head on his lap as you smile up at him always makes his heart melt. Talks of college majors and fields of study are always a favorite topic for you two in the middle of the night. It reminds him of when he wasn’t in the gang when he sees you sleep with your arms around him, it hurts and makes his heart happy at the same time. But his care for you will make his ‘plans’ involve you leaving with him.

#Welcome Home #Welcome home x reader #Welcome home fanfiction #Welcome home mob au #Welcome home au #Welcome home Barnaby #Welcome home Barnaby x reader #barnaby b beagle #Welcome home frank #Welcome home frank x reader #frank frankly #Welcome home Poppy #Welcome home poppy x reader #poppy partridge #Welcome home howdy x reader #Welcome home Howdy #howdy pillar #Welcome home Julie x reader #Welcome home Julie #julie joyful #Welcome home Sally #Welcome home Sally x reader #sally starlet #Welcome home Eddie #Welcome home Eddie x reader #eddie dear #Welcome Home Wally x reader #Wally Darling x reader #Welcome home Wally darling #wally darling

[mxtantrights]

this is a snippet from the famous dc! au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don't have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do

THE GREATEST HITS - the last date

Jason thought the feeling was electrifying. Nothing could beat it. Not pulling off a stunt for a film, nor being nominated for an award. Nothing could beat the feeling of your arms around his waist as you held onto him on the back of his bike. It was like lighting in a bottle, only the bottle was the inside of his chest and you were the lightning. He still can't believe the two of you are together.

The first month you two were dating he thought it was a dream. Every other day he'd wake up in a cold sweat because he thought he had imagined the confession in his head. And he was worried he'd have to be around you knowing that none of it happened. Luckily over the first month you called and texted to remind him that you two were definitely more than friends.

He pulls off to the side of the street and slows the bike down. All he said before you two left was there was a surprise waiting for you downtown. And his bike would be the quickest way there.

When he breaks and drops the kickstand, he can still feel you holding onto him for dear life. He wants to laugh at how cute you're being. But instead he just places his hands over yours.

"We're here sweetheart." he says.

You pick you head up from his back and look around, "Oh."

"If you were scared we could've taken the car." he answers.

You remove your hands and move to get off the bike. One foot on the ground then the next. Your'e standing in front of Jason and he takes off his helmet and adjusts his position so he can face you while leaning on the bike. He places his helmet on the bike handle.

And then you're taking your helmet off. It goes slow motion for him and it feels a little cliche but he doesn't care. Anything could be anything with you.

"No way. I always wanted to ride one of these anyways." you speak.

Jason cocks his brow, "One of what?"

"Oh shut up! J I swear." you laugh and move to hit him over the chest.

But he has cat like reflexes and catches your hand in his and pulls you closer to him. You almost drop you helmet, a shiny chrome red. But you keep a tight hold on it as you recover.

"I can't believe I get to wake up next to you for the rest of my life." Jason says.

You're stunned. You're always stunned when Jason says things like that, and it happens pretty often. Ever since he's moved in it's like he's got a storage box full of lines that knock the wind out of you. Every time, without fail, he makes your knees weak and your chest hot.

"Yeah and that's all because I asked you out first." you say coyly.

"Yes you did. Very proactive on your part hun. Love that for us." he says.

"Why'd you bring me out here anyways?" you ask.

Jason presses a quick kiss to your cheek and lets you go. Then he's getting off the bike completely. He runs over to one of the buildings. It's then you realize how vacant it is, which doesn't feel right. Jason ducks in quickly.

All of a sudden the lights start turning on. Like all the lights. A string of lights in front of you, then the next one, the next and it keeps going as far as your eyes can see. And the decorations are next, which makes you feel giddy.

It was like Christmas in July.

Every building has a window display so intricate and detailed that you can't keep up. You see Jason run back out with a smile on his face.

"What is this?" you ask with a smile.

"One of Dent's big time director buddies was gonna tear down this set but I asked if he wouldn't mind keeping it up for twenty four hours."

"For us?" you ask shocked.

He nods, "All for us baby."

#famous dc!au #jason todd x reader #Jason todd x you #Jason todd fic #Jason todd imagine #dc x you #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fic #dcblurbs

[streamafterlaughter]

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Chapter XXI: Baby, What Did You Expect?

summary: it’s the mid tour finale, and of course nothing is as it seems. i’m horrible at blurbs pls forgive me

cw/tags: alcoholism, addiction mentions, probably some improper AA etiquette, angst per usual, lots of tears. gn!reader, rockstar!eddie, estranged lovers, mutual pining, angst

a/n: hehe haha hehe. this is probably my best work thus far. i really hope yall enjoy it, this took a LOT out of me

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January 1991

Steve’s POV

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” He taps his foot on the linoleum, the buzzing overhead lights causing him to squint through his already painful migraine. Your phone goes to voicemail again, and Steve all but slams the payphone down onto the receiver. “Fuck!” He huffs, turning back down the hall, defeated.

In his room, Eddie sleeps on the hospital bed under a thin blanket. There’s a tube in his nose, but the doctor said the word stable, leaving Steve some time to call you. Not that it mattered. Even if you had answered, what would he have said? Would you even want to know?

–

July 1991

Eddie’s POV

It’s been a whole year since he’d seen you, but there you were. Right in front of him, dancing with a small redhead covered in tattoos, a plastic cup in one hand, the other in the air. He already knows he won’t go over, won’t approach you, or even try to violate your field of vision. But he can’t bring himself to look away from you, the way your shirt clings to your body perfectly, the way your skirt lands right below the curve of your ass, your exposed legs going on for miles. He drinks you in from afar, without caring how creepy it feels, seeing you without your knowledge, It’s day eighty nine, but Eddie turns to the bartender and orders a drink.

–

Present Day

Your POV

It just doesn’t make sense. If Steve had known about Eddie’s problem like he claims, then why on earth had he let him drink himself stupid? Your brain tries to rationalize your best friend’s choice, but you come up with nothing. There is no good reason for what Steve did. Didn’t he pride himself on taking care of his friends?

You sit up as the bus starts moving, preparing to confront Steve before quickly remembering he’s on the other bus. Instead, you find Robin reading a beaten copy of On The Road in the breakfast nook, and drop down beside her, sighing.

She glances up but doesn’t speak, eyebrow cocked as you pout for her full attention. She dog ears her page, making a show of sitting up straight, like a proper catholic girl in class.

“I’m having a dilemma.” You state, refusing to let your voice crack. “I need an outside perspective.” Really, you need someone to tell you what you want to hear, but you can’t say that.

“I’m all ears, babe.”

“This whole thing with Eddie,” You ignore her not so subtle eye roll. “Something’s just not right. Steve knew, y’know, about Eddie’s drinking. He told me himself he’d been aware, even before I was.”

“Okay…”

“But Eddie had been drinking, when tour started. A lot. And Steve definitely knew, because he’d been the one to carry him to bed most of the time.”

“What exactly is your dilemma in this scenario?”

“Why was he watching his friend backslide? Why didn’t he do a fucking thing to help him?” You can’t keep your voice from weavering, and you choke on your breath. “I don’t get how he could claim to care for Eddie, to love him, and let him do that to himself. Not after-” You stop, not knowing what Robin should and shouldn’t know.

“After what?”

“After everything, I guess.”

“Listen to me, honey. Eddie is a grown man, so’s Steve. Sure, we’re all buddy buddy, but when it comes down to it, we can’t always play heroes.”

“What, so we’re supposed to be okay watching Eddie slowly kill himself?”

Robin pinches between her eyes, deep in thought. “No, of course not. But at some point, talking to a wall is gonna get old. But, hey! Eddie hasn’t had a drink in weeks, right? So why the worry now?”

You shake your head. “I guess I’m just nervous. We have a month off, and I don’t know where i’m gonna go. I could go to my place in Boston, or go back to Seattle. I just-”

“You’re worried about Eddie.” For once you’re grateful for how easily she can read you.

“I am.”

“You want my advice? Play it by ear. No one said that you have to stay away from him now that business hours are over. You can afford to reconnect with him, in the real world.” She makes a point, but what exactly is the real world? The world you know is barely real, and the one you’d known before it felt even less so. Sometimes you wish you’d died in the Upside Down, at least then you wouldn’t have known such a profound kind of pain.

–

Eddie’s POV

“Tomorrow night, we play our last show of the first leg of the Freak Show Tour,” Eddie announces to his bandmates crowded around the small breakfast table of the tour bus. “We will rock this house like we have rocked no other, a grand finale they will wish they televised!” The response is various whoops and cheers from his friends, and a small smile from Steve as he stands aside with his arms crossed. “Let’s make sure the state of… uh…” Eddie places a hand to his mouth, stage whispering to Steve, “Where are we?”

“Delaware.”

“Let’s make sure the state of Delaware can’t prepare for what we’re about to give ‘em!” Eddie hollers, and his friends join in as the bus pulls around the back of the hotel parking lot.

–

He swipes his key card as he catches you unlocking the door next to him. “Hey neighbor.” He winks, feeling awfully bold after a long trip without seeing you.

“Hey, Eds.” You send him a smile that makes his heart skip, and he curses himself for being so easily bent out of shape. You and him are friends. Friends with a long, frustrating history, but friends nonetheless. “You ready for the mid tour finale?” He asks, awkwardly shifting to lean against the doorframe.

He catches as your face falls the slightest bit. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s gonna be weird, I think.”

“How so?”

You shrug. “I dunno. We’ve been on the road for like a month now. It almost feels normal. I won’t know what to do with myself when I’m back at home.”

He must be mistaken, but your words sound almost like an invitation, a cracked door. “Where’s home for you?” He asks, ignoring how tacky it must sound.

–

Your POV

It takes a lot to bite your tongue before you blurt, “You,” but you manage.”I uh, I think I’m going back to Boston. Might as well, it’s where we start back up again.” It will be August then, and you’ll have heard for sure whether you’re playing one of the biggest music festivals of the year. You still haven’t told Eddie, and at this point you aren’t sure what you’d say. “What about you? Where are you headed?”

Eddie sucks his top lip between his teeth in thought. “Maybe LA, or I’ll hold myself to my promise to visit Wayne. Depends.”

“On what?” It sounds like a challenge.

“On if I want to face my guilt or keep running from it. Or something equally dramatic.”

You snort, pretty eyes rolling back into your head. “Please.”

“What?”

“Don’t be shitty. Let yourself feel guilty, god knows you deserve to. Visit Wayne, at least for a while.”

“Why does it matter to you what I do?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out as harshly as they do.

“Believe it or not, Ed, you still matter to me. Very much. And if you let yourself be miserable, we’ll all have to put up with your bullshit when we come back. Do us all the favor. Go home.” You swipe your card again, entering your room before Eddie can respond.

–

It shouldn’t matter. You and Eddie aren’t what you used to be, no matter how hard you delude yourself into thinking you can get back there. That possibility feels long gone, completely unreachable at your current status. You have to settle.

You walk over to the big window in your room, drawing back the heavy shades to reveal the setting sun and city of Dover below. You lay back on the bed, the fluffy pillows soothing you quickly to sleep.

–

A knock on your door rattles you awake. The digital clock on your nightstand reads 11:30 PM, and you groan as you roll onto your feet. Another round of heavy knocking makes you scurry faster to the door.

“What?!” You demand, flinging the door back to reveal a disheveled Steve clad in a wrinkled tank top and linen pajama pants. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Steve shoves past you and into the room without an invite, causing you to spin on your heel to face him.

“Well, I am now! What the hell is going on?”

“I can’t find him.”

“Who?”

“Eddie!”

Good fucking god. “He’s not in his room?”

Steve looks at you like you’ve asked the dumbest question in the world. You suppose you have. “No. He went out. Didn’t seem like he was okay.” Steve holds his face in his hands. “I’ve called all the bars in the area, no one’s said they’ve seen him. He could be on the street somewhere, he could-”

“Okay, enough!” Of course he’s worried, but you’re fed up with Steve’s inability to be consistent. “Where was this attitude a month ago? When he was drinking himself silly before every show, when he would beg for whiskey the mornings after? You let him relapse, and now you’re worried?” You don’t realize you’re yelling until someone next door bangs on the wall, demanding you shut up.

“What are you talking about?” Steve sniffs, lifting his head to look at you.

“Steve, you’d known this whole time that Eddie has a problem. You’ve been letting him indulge in it, doing almost nothing. Now you’re surprised he’s gone out without telling you? Seriously?”

“There is only so much I can do to stop him, Y/n, you have to know that. I had to watch him vomit all over himself while I waited for the paramedics, I had to watch him detox in that hospital bed. Then I had to watch him relapse. Not just last month, but last year. He fell off the wagon after eighty nine days, Y/n, eighty nine. You wanna know why?” He waits for you to answer, but you’re not sure you want to. “Because he saw you at a gig. In New York, last July. He called me that night, told me everything. Told me he was sorry, that he was a waste of my time, all that shit. Made me promise to never try to save him again.” Steve’s in tears when he finishes, and you feel your own start to fall. “I have kept my mouth shut because I promised, but I worry about him every day. Well, until lately. He’s been so much happier, and there’s no use even arguing why that must be. But he’s not your responsibility either, I know that. It’s not fair of me to be putting any expectations on you. I just thought you might know where he is.”

You drop onto the mattress beside Steve, resting your head on his shaking shoulder. “I think I might know where he is. We can’t go there, though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s supposed to be anonymous.” You hope to every god that you’re right.

–

Eddie’s POV

“I haven’t been to a meeting in about a year,” Eddie starts, addressing the small group in front of him, sitting in a circle of folding chairs in the basement of a church. “But today is the two year anniversary of the worst day of my life. I guess it’s getting to me lately.”

“What happened two years ago?” The woman running the meeting encourages Eddie. She’s an older woman, with sandy blonde hair and a wrinkled, kind face.

“I ruined the best thing I could have ever asked for. I lost the love of my life, walked out on them for the last time after months of doing whatever I felt like with their feelings…

–

July 1990

“We can’t do this anymore.” You’re talking to the ceiling, arms resting on top of your chest, you don’t look at him. He’s next to you, stuck to the bed with sweat, breathing in your scent that begins to suffocate him. He knew this day was coming. You’d been seeing each other for about a month now, after half a year of not speaking.You’d fallen victim to his drunken pleas, as well as what Eddie suspects is your own self hatred.

“What are you talking about?” He plays dumb, hoping you’ll chicken out of leaving him for a second time.

“This,” You motion to the room around you. “I can’t see you anymore. It’s too much.”

“Too much?” Eddie sits up, and wills the room to stop spinning.

“Every time you come over, you’re wasted. You’re miserable most of the time, and the times you aren’t you’re hopped up on blow. It’s like you’ve added me to your list of fucking bad habits. I don’t want to be that for you anymore.” Your tone is ice cold, not a hint of sadness or anger in your voice at all. It chills Eddie to his core.

“Fine.” Eddie huffs, shoving himself out of bed. “Makes perfect sense, you telling me all this after I fuck your brains out. Made sure to get what you wanted first, right?”

“Eddie, come on,” You go to move, but Eddie tucks the blanket back over you.

“No, really, it’s fine. Ten minutes ago you were telling me how much you missed me, how good it felt. Now you’re cutting me off? Just like that?” Eddie shoves his legs clumsily into his jeans, cursing under his breath when his toe gets caught in a hole. “We talked about this. This was supposed to be purely physical, remember? You agreed to that.”

“I did, I know. But I agreed before I could understand that you’re… well, different.”

“Different how?” He snaps. You hesitate, picking anxiously at your fingernails. “Y/n?”

“You’re mean, Eddie. You’re cold. You don’t care how you make me feel, or rather, how you don’t make me feel when you sleep over. I’ve had to fake it. Beyond that, I can’t even make conversation with you. I feel used. It’s lonely.”

He sees red. Eddie gathers up his jacket, and his still half full beer bottle from the nightstand. “Fuck you,” He spits, tossing things aside as he searches for his keys. “Y’know what, yeah. We’re done.” He gulps the rest of the drink down before slamming the bottle into the bin.

“We can’t be done if we weren’t anything to begin with.” Your words bite, despite them originally being his own from when he’d come up with such a stupid agreement. “And we won’t have to break up, because this isn’t a thing.” He’d seduced you after a show one night, high out of his mind. He’d never expected you to agree to it.

“Perfect,” He snaps, daring himself to look at you. Your eyes are wet, but you’re stoic. You don’t tremble, you don’t heave or scream or shudder. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.” He doesn’t mean that, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. But he can’t take them back now. “We don’t know each other.”

“I don’t think we ever did.” Your final words ring loudly in his ears as he slams the door behind him.

–

The group waits patiently for Eddie to finish, and he wipes a tear he hadn’t noticed from his cheek.

“You say you see this person frequently now?” The woman asks, and Eddie nods.

“We’re on tour together. Tomorrow’s our last show ‘til next month. Needed a meeting a little extra tonight, I guess.” It’s past midnight, this group being one that meets in the late hours to cater to night shift workers.

“Well, we thank you for sharing with us tonight, Eddie.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” The group responds as if on cue. The meeting is dismissed shortly after, and Eddie makes his way to the table for complementary stale coffee and doughnuts.

“You’re really brave for coming here.” The voice is small, taking Eddie a second to register. He turns around to face a girl who can’t be older than seventeen. “I’m Macy. Addict.”

“Hi, Macy.” Eddie greets her like he’s reciting a script. “I dunno about brave. That’s probably the last thing I feel right now.”

“Well, think of it like this. You could have gone to a bar, or a club to try and score. You came here instead. That’s brave.”

He shrugs. “I guess you’re right.”

“And they still love you, y’know. That doesn’t just go away.”

“How would someone your age know so much about something like that?”

Macy shrugs. “I follow the tabloids. I know who you are. I won’t say anything, obviously. But I’ve been watching you, with them. I’ve seen the photos, and the music doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“You can’t believe everything you read.” He’s not sure whether to take her word, she seems so genuine.

“Maybe not, but I believe this.”

Eddie gives her a sad smile before saying goodbye. She waves him off with a warm smile.

Once outside, he lights a cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he closes his tired eyes. The exhaustion has washed over him, and he’s ready to be dragged under when he hears footsteps approaching.

—

Your POV

He opens his eyes and meets them with yours, heavy from lack of sleep. “Hi.” You wave shyly, like you’ve never met him.

“How’d you find me here?” He flicks ash onto the concrete.

“Saw the flier in the lobby when we came in. Checked it again and saw one less tab on the bottom. Minor detective work.” You smile, despite the exhaustion written on your face. His cheeks warm.

“You alone?”

You nod. “Took a world of convincing Steve not to come with me. I think I’ve sedated him, though.”

“Shit, he that worried?”

You shrug. “You know how he gets. He’ll be glad to know you’re okay, though.”

“What, did you think I’d gone on a run too?”

“No, actually. It was my idea to check here. Relieved as shit that I’m right.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You stretch your hand out to hold as the doors swing open, a herd of people filing out. A small girl with a sweet face sends Eddie a smile, and winks at you before getting into a cab, and you turn to find him blushing.

“Friend of yours?”

He chuckles. “Guess you could say that.” He entwines his fingers with yours without waiting for an invitation. All too familiar touches, worlds away from where you’d stood only a month ago. “So,” He starts, swinging his arm and yours as you start back toward the hotel, “were you worried about me?” His tone is teasing, tinged with what can only be described as hope.

You can feel your cheeks warm and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Guess you could say that.” You squeeze his hand. “But that’s nothing new. I’m always worried about you.”

—

July 1990

Your POV

“It’s over,” You’re sobbing into the receiver, barely able to hear Steve’s sigh on the other end. Relief? Disappointment? You can’t tell, your senses are blunted only by the thought of him.

“Are you okay? Wait, stupid question,” Steve stumbles on the other line, unsure of how to comfort you. “Can I do anything?”

You shake your head before you remember he can’t see you. “No, no. I’ll be alright. I ended it. I had to. He’s not the same person I fell in love with. I know that now.”

“Maybe, but there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“Do I want to know?”

Steve waits a beat before answering, the static of the line filling your head. “No, I don’t think you do.”

You talk for an hour before you feel your eyelids grow heavy, and say your goodbyes before hanging up. You are once again in silence. Alone. In a fit of rage— or of heartbreak, you’re not sure, you fall to your knees and let go. You haven’t cried like this in months, the kind of cry that leaves you hoarse and tired, but tonight, in the dark of your bedroom, you cry for the person you used to know.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Thank you, Denver! Goodnight!” The crowd erupts into cheers, pleas for a second encore, and Eddie’s sure he can see women in the front row tearing their bras off to throw onstage. The house speakers blast Talking Heads Burning Down The House as kids make their way to the exit. Eddie slides through the crowd of techs and stagehands backstage, making his way to the green room to collapse on the weathered couch.

“That was fucking incredible!” Jeff exclaims, clapping his calloused hands together. “Best show so far, I think.”

“Psh, that was nothin’, wait ‘til you see what Boston can do.” You’re sitting in the rickety recliner, a cigarette between your fingers, still dressed in your stage clothes. Your skin shines with sweat and glitter, cheeks rosy from exertion. You’re most stunning like this, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah? You willing to bet on that?” He jokes.

“Oh, more than willing!” You chuckle, stubbing out your smoke in the ashtray next to you. “But tonight, I turn in early.” You make a point to stand up, stretching your arms above your head. Eddie’s eyes fall to your midsection, exposed to him while you sort out your limbs. You’d think he’d never seen skin, the way he feels his skin burn at the sight of your stomach.

“Aw, it’s our last night together!” Sylvie whines, shoving you playfully. “One drink?”

Eddie waits with bated breath, and swears your eyes dart to his before you answer.

“Fine. One drink.”

—

Eddie doesn’t follow you to the bar, he knows better. Tonight has already been difficult, knowing he has nowhere to go after tonight, nowhere he wants to go, anyway. He digs through his duffel bag until he finds his long ignored copy of Tighten Up. He wants more of you, somehow. He’s still desperate to know how you’d felt, those horrible years apart.

He skips to the title track, tucking his hair behind his ears before equipping the headphones. The song greets him with the static of an amp, followed by the clicking of drumsticks. When it kicks in, the song is full, clearly a whole band effort. Robin’s bass cuts through with a funky riff, layered underneath dirty guitars and heavy drums. He’s sure the song can’t get better until your voice slices through the music

Dared myself to stand back up, / After all these wasted tears, / Felt my heart sew itself together, / After all that wear ‘n’ tear. / I let you turn your back on me, / I watched you walk away, / And ‘til now I let myself believe / I was supposed to die that way. / But now I’ve tightened up my heart, / I’ve locked away the pain, / and I don’t have much left to give, / without asking for the same.

You tell a story of a broken soul, fighting its way through the dark on its own. The music swells as you belt the chorus, and Eddie can almost feel his fingers hurt during your guitar solo. Robin’s backing vocals fill out your lead, and the buzz of the snare drum carries out the bridge.

When the song fades, Eddie takes his headphones off, needing to digest what he’s just heard. This one might just be his favorite on the album, at least so far. It feels like the pinnacle, the turning point of the story told by the tracks. He’s heard it live, sure, but something about hearing the way it’s produced gives him more of an idea of what you’d been feeling in the moment.

He has an overwhelming urge to see you. He launches himself out of bed, gathering himself as best he can for being so frazzled. He’s in sweatpants, a tattered t-shirt draped loosely over his form, hair pulled into a low ponytail to keep from tangling. He goes to turn the knob, but stops when he hears voices in the hall.

“I can’t believe it.” You’re wasted, words slurring together between hiccups and giggles. Eddie can picture you, rosy cheeked and stumbling, clawing for his arm to support your swaying weight, and his heart lurches as if to grab you through the door. “We’re playing fucking Lollapalooooooza!” You howl the word, and he hears Steve shush you as Robin cackles.

“Hey, hey!” Steve stage whispers, trying to silence you. “Don’t go gloating about it.”

“Why not?” He can almost hear your pout, and he chuckles to himself.

“I don’t wanna deal with you pissing Eddie off.”

“Y’know, Stevie, he’s gonna find out one way or another. Might as well come from me. Besides, he’s different. He’s happier, I think. I dunno. I hope he’s happy, he deserves to be happy.” Eddie’s heart swells as he listens to your tangent, but you’re not done yet. “I wish I could make him happy again. I feel like, whatever I do, I make it worse.” Your voice is cracking, whether from overuse or from trying not to cry, Eddie can’t tell. Now he has to see you. He goes to turn the knob again, but there’s a knock on his door at the very same moment.

Eddie opens the door almost as soon as you’re finished knocking, wafting your scent of lavender and vanilla into his nostrils.

“Hi,” You exhale the word, and Eddie can’t help when his lips twitch upward before he lets his grin free. “Needed to see you.”

“What a coincidence.” He tries not to let his excitement show, standing aside to let you in. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I have to tell you something. Well, I don’t have to. But I want to. You were the only person I wanted to tell, actually. I hope you’re not mad, though. I don’t know what I’d do if you were.”

“Hey, whoa, slow down,” Eddie rushes to where you sit on the edge of his bed, spiraling as the liquor tightens its hold on you. “Why would I get upset?”

You shrug lamely. “I dunno. Just, need you to be happy for me right now. Please be happy for me.” It’s a hoarse whisper, a plea meant for his ears only.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he settles for resting one clammy palm on your leg. “You can tell me anything you want.” He knows what’s coming. You’re playing the biggest festival in the States. Something he’s dreamed about since the festival came to be. Of course it hurts, but Eddie can push that aside to be happy for you. He knows better.

You don’t continue, though. Instead, you scoot further into his side, nuzzling into his shoulder like a needy cat. Despite his aching heart, Eddie wraps his arm around you, letting you further into his hold. Your breathing slows back to normal, and Eddie has no desire to move from this spot. Tomorrow, you go back to Boston, and Eddie fucks off somewhere to wait out the month until he gets to see you again. He can indulge for one more night.

“I do have stuff to tell you,” You say finally, “but not right now. Right now, I sleep.” You hum, and he scoffs. Surely you won’t remember this tomorrow, so he decides not to push you. Eddie slides out from where you rest, laying you back into the mattress. He slips off your shoes and jeans, careful not to tug at anything else. He then tucks the blanket up to your chin, and starts to make a place for himself on the floor when your hand shoots out, snatching his wrist.

“Please, sleep here.” You pat the bed next to you, and he melts at the gesture. Your eyes are almost completely closed, hair wild from dancing, sweating, whatever you’d been doing tonight.

“You’re drunk, sweets. You’ll be upset in the morning.” He doesn’t want to deny you, especially in your softened, sleepy state.

“No!” You shake your head vigorously, wincing at the movement. “No, I won’t. Please, Eddie,” and he’s a goner. Of course he surrenders, and tucks himself into the warm bed next to you. You snuggle into him like it’s instinct, making a home on his chest as he lay stiffly with an arm around you, waiting for you to get comfortable.

You let out a sigh, your breathing slowing, arms wrapped around him with surprising strength. Eddie’s mind starts to wander back to the song, how someone is capable of two such wonderful emotional extremes.

Your mumbling tickles his neck, pulling him from his head. He doesn’t quite catch the words.

“What was that?” He coos, enjoying your touches, your breath on his skin. He could live here.

“I said, ‘I love you, Eddie.’” The words come out strung together, but to Eddie they puncture with each syllable. “G’night.” And before he can respond, you’re snoring.

Eddie, once ready to retire for the evening, is now completely wired, feeling you drift into dreamland next to him, as if you haven’t just upended everything.

—

chapter xxii

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'Sing for Me'

San x fem!reader 

San has to spend a late night at the studio alone before his birthday, so you stop by to surprise him...

Word Count: 3.3k

Genres: Fluff, Smut (18+ minors DNI) 

Warnings: Smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), food play, finger sucking, mentions of throat fucking, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), pet names, slight exhibitionism, swallowing, unprotected sex, public sex, marking/biting, lingerie, mature language

The sound of San’s heart pounding in his ears replaces the beat of the music as the track fades away. He lets his arms drop slowly to his sides as he finishes the last part of choreography. Dragging his heavy limbs with him, he saunters over to turn off the stereo before collapsing on the floor. The sweat forming around his arched brow to drips down the side of his face. He runs a hand through his damp hair before turning onto his side to take his phone off the charger.

He turns it on while taking a swig of water, the bright screen shining across his glistening face in the dim studio light. He instantly goes warm all over when he sees the picture of you and him that he has set for his lock screen. In it, San is standing behind you, arms snuggly tucked around your waist. His lips are smushed against your face, making you flash a giggly smile at the camera. His dark brown eyes then flit over to the changing time and date... 

00:00, July 10

A second later, your contact photo pops up on the screen. He feels his heart skip a beat as he picks up your call, pressing the phone up to his ear. 

“Happy Birthday, my love!” You’re already shouting before he can even get a word in. An ample smile spreads across his face at the sound of your voice. 

“Thank you, my angel~” He replies, smoothly. 

“How’s practicing? You’re not wearing yourself out I hope...” He sighs, tense shoulders slumping down. 

“It’s not bad, but it’s not great either,” He sits up, leaning back on his arm. “I can name a lot of other places that I would like to be right now...” 

“Oh really?” You ask him. “Like where?” His smile grows even bigger when he hears you start to play along with him. 

“Hmm, I don’t know,” He pauses, pretending that he’s holding the thought. “Maybe back at the dorm, killing Wooyoung off in mafia...” 

“Yeah, whatever...” You scoff, making him snicker. 

“I’m joking, baby,” He turns his face to look at himself in the studio’s mirror, noting how empty the big room looks and feels around him. "You know I'd rather be spending every minute of this day with you, doesn't matter where we are."

"Well, you're in luck!" In the mirror, he sees the door behind him open to reveal your radiant face, despite the late hour. At the sight of you, a sudden burst of energy hauls San to his feet, and he immediately rushes over to you. 

“Careful babe!” You warn before he can reach you. He now notices the purple container that you are carrying in both arms. 

“Sorry, sorry!” He carefully takes it from you and sits it on the floor. 

“Okay, now!” You laugh, dropping your bag next to the container. You wrap your arms around him as he tackles you in a bear hug. 

“Well, if it isn’t my birthday angel!” He exclaims, pressing a million kisses to your face. “Have you come to grant all my wishes?”

“The ones I can within my power, of course.” You say, cheekily. His lips find their way to yours and he lets out a hum of contentment, smiling into the kiss. The two of you reluctantly pull away from each other so that you can set up the small surprise you brought him. He goes over to play some soft music, turning it down low so that it’s just background noise. You settle yourself down on the floor, throwing your stocking-clad legs to one side due to your short, matching purple dress. 

San turns back around to see you open the container and he practically starts drooling at the assortment of chocolate cupcakes you made. You smile as you watch his face when he comes to sit next to you. 

“Ah! You brought my favorite!” He places a hand on your thigh to support himself when he leans in to press a peck to the corner of your mouth. 

“Wait!” You stop him as he reaches for one of the desserts. You dig through your bag before pulling out a purple candle and a lighter. San’s hand flies to grasp at his chest not only at the sweet gesture but also when he notices the purple color scheme you’ve chosen for everything, the container, your pretty dress & stockings, the candle. It was all decked out in his favorite color. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sweeter for me~” He smooches your cheek. You giggle as you stick the candle into one of the cupcakes before lighting it. When the candle catches flame you place it into San’s hands. His eyes shine in the candle’s light. He looks to you as if he's waiting for something.

“What is it?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow. “Go ahead and blow it out!” His face drops in disappointment. 

“You’re supposed to sing for me!” He pouts.

“I’m not the singer here, you are!” You retort, but he’s insistent as he continues to stare at you with doe eyes. You roll yours in response. 

“Hurry up before the candle melts! And don’t forget to make a wish!” San’s eyes are now sparkling with mischief as well as the candlelight. 

“I wish...” You shush him, already knowing what he’s going to say. 

“You can’t say it out loud or it won’t come true.” He grumbles in defeat before letting his eyelids fall. He takes a moment, silently stating his wish in his head, before blowing the flame out. 

“Happy birthday, San...” You kiss his temple before reaching for a cupcake of your own. Despite your refusal to fulfill his request, he smiles over at you.

“Thank you for this, (Y/n), I love you.” Your cheeks go warm as you take a bite. 

“I lofe you foo...” You reply with your mouth full. He scrunches his nose up, smiling at your cuteness. 

You get a few moments of peace, enjoying your sweet treat, before San’s thumb is smearing chocolate icing across your cheek. 

“Hey!” You protest. He laughs, tossing his empty wrapper back into the container. 

“That’s for not singing for me!” He shouts back. You try to wipe it off with your fingers, but you only spread it. You scoff, putting your half-eaten cupcake down. 

“Gee, thanks...” You state sarcastically, going to get a napkin out of your bag. San stops you by gently grabbing your wrist. 

“No, I’m sorry,” he says with a devious smirk. “Let me.” He scoots loser to you to bring his thumb up to your cheek. He swipes it across, gathering the messy icing onto it. You gulp as he keeps his eyes on yours while bringing the same thumb up to his lips. You watch intently as his tongue pokes out to lap at the icing on it.

“Oh, I missed some...” He mumbles, huskily. You feel his grip on your wrist grow tense as he moves to place his lips on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel them pucker repeatedly against your skin, softly whimpering when you feel his tongue slightly jut out. He slowly makes his way to your lips, wasting no time in latching onto them. 

His lips are soft yet slightly rough, possibly chapped from biting them in concentration while he practices, and your head goes dizzy at the faint taste of chocolate on them. Your hands travel up to hold onto his tone shoulders, to which he moans against you when he feels your nails digging into his skin. San snakes a hand behind your back, carefully guiding you to lay down on the floor beneath him. He sits up, sending you a wink before shedding himself of his tank top. 

He quickly dives back and directs his kisses to trail down your neck. He uses one arm to hold himself up while the other begins to caress one of your thighs, slowly sliding up your dress. Your eyes roll back when you feel the wetness of his tongue leave a wet trail up the expanse of your throat. 

“Was this your wish?” You ask, teasingly. You can feel him grin against your skin. 

“Not exactly,” He picks his head up to look at you, squeezing your thigh. “But it’s not too far from it.” Suddenly, he feels his thumb slide over some lacey material. 

“Oh?” He remarks, cocking a brow up. “What’s this?” You squeal as he shamelessly lifts up your dress to investigate.

“Oh, yes~” He purrs when his eyes are met with the purple lingerie set you’re dressed, going right along with your stockings. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” He crawls his way down your body, pushing your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his lips against the inside of your thigh. 

“My baby, all wrapped up for me like a birthday present... gosh, you’re so sexy... so gorgeous.” Your breath hitches when you feel his tongue snake up the skin like he did with your neck.

“San, wait...” You sigh. He looks back up at you, questioningly. You wiggle out of his grasp, shifting to sit on your knees. Without breaking eye contact, you lift your dress up off your body. He watches you like a predator hungrily awaiting its prey. 

“It’s your birthday... let me take care of you.” You plead.  

“What a good girl you’re being for me,” He smirks, standing up. “You’re not like this every day...” You blush as you come face to face with the bulge forming in his sweats. He lets out a groan as you bring a hand up to start palming him. He sneaks two fingers along your chin to make you look up at him. 

“Keep your eyes up here when you take me, okay?” You nod, agreeing with his command. You hook your fingers under the hem of his sweats, pulling them down. You wish you could watch his hard length spring free, but you continue to follow his orders and your eyes remain locked on his. 

You wrap your fingers around his base, and he hums as he watches you guide him into your mouth. 

“Atta girl...” He rasps out as you wrap him in your lips, sinking your head down to take him all the way in. You open your mouth when you reach the base, cocking your head up so that your tongue can lick along his shaft, letting the tip rest there when you arrive back at it.

“Fuck, you do that so well, baby.” San praises. It’s taking him everything in his power to keep himself from throwing his head all the way back, grabbing you by the hair, and fucking himself into your pretty face. “Making me feel so damn good on my birthday...”

 He focuses on your big eyes looking up at him, watching them water as you suck him in deeper. His gaze travels down to your breasts peeking out through your lace, purple bra. He’s absolutely mesmerized by the way they bounce with the bob of your head. 

“You’re the prettiest gift I could have ever asked for...” He whispers, taking a hand and combing it softly through your hair. You moan around him at the compliment. He sees you press your thighs together, searching for friction. The sight makes him want to cum down your throat more than anything... but he’s already made his birthday wish, and he's determined to have it. 

“Mmm... okay good girl.” He beckons you to release him from your mouth before he blows his load. That’s when he reaches down to the cupcakes, swiping his fingers through the icing on one of them. He turns back to you, smirking. “I think you deserve a reward.” 

He presses his icing-coated fingers to your lips, and you welcome them in. You moan as the sweet taste of chocolate combines with the bitterness of his essence in your mouth. 

“Suck...” He demands, and you comply once again with his wishes.

“How does it taste?” He asks as you start to lick his fingers clean. 

“So good, baby...” You whimper. With one more look from those big eyes of yours, he’s pulling you back onto your feet. His hands are already claiming your ass, pulling you into his chest. You tangle your hands in his hair as the two of you reconnect your lips. He twitches when he tastes himself mixed with the chocolate on you. The sound of both of your moans muffled by the smacking of your lips together fills the room. He slides his hands down to the back of your thighs, clawing at the material of your stockings.

“Jump...” He mutters against your mouth. You do as he says, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the mirror. You yelp into the unbroken kiss when you feel the cold glass against your back. He lets you back down and his fingers go straight to working to unclasp your bra. By the time the garment is falling onto the floor, he’s already yanking your panties down as well, desperate to finally have you bare. He opts to leave your stockings on as he steps back to admire you. 

“Mmm... my present looks so pretty unwrapped~” You feel a blush creep over your cheeks as he stands there devouring you with his gaze. But once he runs out of patience, San has you caged between the mirror and his form. Lips are grazing over your neck, sucking on the tender skin. Hands are going anywhere that they can reach, leaving no part of you untouched. He quickly reduces you to a whining mess. 

“San, please...” You beg, arching your back into him. You feel the familiar smirk against your neck. 

“Eager little thing...” He calls you, letting his mouth wander down your chest and a hand down to your core. “Spread for me.”

When you go to move your legs, he picks one of them up off the floor by your thigh. You whimper, leaning yourself against the mirror for more support. 

“Oh, San!” You moan out, entangling a hand in his hair. Your leg starts to shake in his grip when you feel his tongue run across one of your nipples and his fingers find your clit. He hums around the swell of your breast, sucking down on it as his fingers start to draw circles against the bundle of nerves, making you buck your hips into his hand. 

He moves his head over to your other breast and your head lulls back when his tongue licks along the valley on the way to it. He rubs your clit faster, before leaving it to plunge two fingers into you without warning. 

“Ah! Fuck!” You scream as they curl to press up into your sweet spot. San feels his head begin to spin when he hears your pleading moans combined with your wetness around his fingers. He lets go of your breast with a pop of his mouth before kissing his way back up your neck. 

“Don’t you dare stop making those noises, angel...” He tells you in a low voice, pressing his forehead to yours. His fingers continue to fuck into you at a mind-numbing pace and you barely notice when he easily slips another one in. 

“San~” His jaw clenches at the sensual way you call out for him. He picks up the pace in hopes of drawing more out of you. 

“O-oh, shit! Y-yes, S-san right there! F-fuck yes!” He smiles in satisfaction as you pant incoherent lines against his lips. He can sense that you’re close with the way you start to clench around him and the look of desperation glimmering in your orbs. 

“Please San,” You wrap your arms around his shoulders once again. “P-please fuck me now...”

“Oh? I thought it was my birthday today, shouldn’t I be the one asking for things?” Despite his teasing words, he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his hands around the back of your thighs once more, signaling for you to jump again. You waste no time in holstering yourself up, and he presses you back against the mirror. You moan together when he finally slides his cock into you, filling you up so nicely. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing...” He growls into your parted mouth. “So wet and ready to take me.” You whimper when you feel the first snap of his hips, the drag of his length against your walls sends a burning sensation throughout your body. His eyes continue to bore into yours as he rocks into you, holding you up with every bit of strength that he has. 

“What a sweet girl I have, coming to surprise me while I’m stuck at practice...” Your grip tightens around his shoulders, face going flushed at his sickly-sweet words. “Letting me use her gorgeous body and letting me hear her pretty little sounds she makes for me...” 

“San!” You whine, head dropping into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, pressing you farther into the mirror. You bite down on his skin as you feel him fuck deeper into you. 

“Mmm, so good to me...” He moans when his tip collides with your sweet spot. Your toes curl as you begin to feel the knot within your core tighten with each of his thrusts. 

“It feels so good!” You can’t help but voice out, watery eyes squeezing shut. 

“I know baby, I know. Let it out for me. You’re doing so well. Being such a good birthday present...” At this point, you can do nothing except cling to him for dear life. His name is the only word you can think of, and you’re chanting it out into his ear over and over again as he brings you closer to the edge. 

“San... San!” You gasp out as you finally gush all over his cock. His brow furrows, mouth going agape when he feels you squeeze around him. 

“Yes, good girl...” He gently thrusts into you a few more times to help you ride out your high. “Fuck, get on your knees baby...” He pulls out of you and you practically fall to the floor beneath him. But by some deep-driven desire within you, your mouth is already open wide, ready to take him. 

“Oh, fuck yes!” He grunts as he pumps his release out onto your tongue. You moan when you taste him. He hisses, letting his head fall back as he drains himself into your pretty mouth. You close your lips around his tip to make sure you have every last drop of him, before swallowing.

Once you let go of him, he drops to his knees in front of you. One of his hands leaves your line of vision and you whimper when you smell the familiar scent of chocolate when his fingers come back up underneath your nose. He quickly shoves the icing-covered digits into your mouth, just like he did before. 

“Fuck...” Your moan is muffled around him. Before you can lick his fingers clean this time though, his lips are smashing onto yours. You whine as his tongue slithers against yours and you share the taste of chocolate with him once again.

“Sorry, got carried away.” He laughs when he finally pulls away, satisfied with the mess that he’s turned you into. He takes a clean thumb and wipes away the remnants of the icing on the corner of your mouth. 

“It’s okay, it’s your day...” You tease. He guides you to sit in his lap, holding you against his chest and leading you back into calmness.

“I got my wish.” He whispers in a sing-song voice, breath brushing against your ear. 

“Oh yeah?” You face him with a curious look in your eyes. “What was it?” 

“I got you to sing for me after all...” He chirps with a wink. 

Hello, thank you so much for reading! I’m excited because this is my first time writing for Ateez so Atiny please let me know how I did! Please reblog, comment, and interact if you liked this, I would really appreciate it! My requests are open, so feel free to make one! Thank you again! :)

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[iris0-0]

Imagine Bad Ending Ellie….

Warnings: death, blood?, angst, I’m sad.

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Imagine!Ellie: Who despite injured after her final battle with Abby started her journey home. Wanting only her potato and Dina.

Imagine!Ellie: Picturing the farmhouse, *her home* the only one she’s ever had besides Joel. She’s trying so hard to get home.

Imagine!Ellie: Who’s weak, frail, injured and bleeding using all her strength to get to Dina and JJ.

Imagine!Ellie:Who knows how injured she is but won’t take a break despite being that.

Imagine!Ellie: Gets confronted by a group of hunters who try and steal from her. They take her food, she’s too weak. She hates that she’s too weak.

Imagine!Ellie: The hunters aren’t done there. They try to take the trinkets Ellie saved for Dina and JJ. But she won’t let them.

“Please don’t take them”. She’s too weak. Shes resorted to pleading. On the forest ground turning the leaves crimson as she tries to fight against them but to no avail.

They hold her down take her shit despite her pleas. They punch, kick, and stab before leaving her there unconscious.

Imagine!Ellie: Who wakes up, dizzy and foggy. The only thing in her mind is Dina and JJ. She needs to get to the farmhouse.

Imagine!Ellie: knows her injuries will kill her. Slowing bleeding out she crawls to the farmhouse, tears falling but she can’t even tell at this point.

Imagine!Ellie: Who was scared that when she left she would never see Dina and JJ again, so she has to get back.

Imagine!Ellie: Barely arrives at the farmhouse alive, almost smiling at the thought she made it to them, except she’s too tired l.

Imagine!Ellie:Who’s body drops after she opens the door, only to find nobody’s home.

Imagine!Ellie:Screaming in agony. Why did she leave in the first place.

Imagine!Ellie: Dying alone, bleeding out in. The farmhouse, her last moments longing for Dina and JJ.

Imagine!Dina: who hears the news and goes back to the farmhouse and sobs by Ellie’s dead body. Barely recognize-able as all Ellie’s strength was used to get back home. Why did she leave in the first place?

Inspired by:

#dina tlou #imagine #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #angst #bad ending #ellie the last of us #jj tlou #tlou imagine #Spotify

[strangersteddierthings]

Part Two of Class of '85.

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June 6th, 1985

1. Make Sure Eddie Lives

Convince Wayne to move away? (how??)

Befriend Eddie sooner? (tried and failed)

Graduate Early?

2. Save Max

Stop Billy on Fourth July. Save Billy? Does he deserve it?

3. Help El With Powers. How?

Save Hopper? How to learn location of Russian prison if saved?

4. Convince Everyone To Move Out of Hawkins

That's all that's written on this slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Eddie hadn't even meant to read it; when he'd shaken out the grey sweatpants it had fluttered free, slowly falling to the ground, and when he picked it up to put it back in the drawer he caught his name. And he's always been far too curious.

Eddie knows as soon as he's read it that he absolutely shouldn't have. It's too late though. He's read it, he knows now, and he can't really unknow it.

This is the list of things Steve is trying to change in this timeline.

It knocks the air out of Eddie and his knees feel a little weak suddenly. He drops himself to the floor, one hand clutching the sweats, the other the note.

Make sure Eddie lives.

Eddie lives.

Which implies that Eddie died.

Eddie's not sure what that says about him, that he's never made the connection of Steve's soft I can't lose you confessions and that he might mean Eddie is dead, and not, like, having fled Hawkins before Steve could confess his lo-feelings or something.

He's never really taken the time to stew in what Steve meant because as far as Eddie was concerned, there was no losing him. Steve's already changed the way Eddie's life plays out; he's graduated a year sooner than he did in that other timeline. He's got a part time job at the local mechanics. And though he doesn't know details, he does know that still being in high school led him to the event Steve wanted to change.

Which was his death.

He takes several deep breaths. He's not going to die because Steve's already saved him so he can deal with this. It's not even an issue.

Moving past that. Save Max. There's no last name written, but both he and Steve know only one Max. Then the line below that. They both hate Billy, yes, but what's throwing Eddie off here is the written, then stricken out, does he deserve it? The use of save gives him pause, too. It says Make sure Eddie lives and save Max. So, Max doesn't die? What does she need saved from then?

This is when Steve finds him, entering the room with a, "Did you get lost, Eds? It's the top dra- oh," Steve is stopped two steps into the room when Eddie looks up at him.

"I didn't mean to read it but I saw my name and..." Eddie says, trailing off because he doesn't actually have anything to add. He's worried for a second that Steve will be mad at him but that thought goes as quickly as it appeared. Steve moves into the room, dropping to his knees before Eddie, hands coming to cup his face.

"Oh, babe," Steve's voice is gentle, his thumbs even more so as they swipe across his cheek. "I'm so sorry."

Eddie should be the one apologizing. He's done the one thing he wasn't suppose to. He's read the list! He knows the future! (sorta) "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read this."

Steve makes his I-want-to-argue face but it smooths over. The tone in Steve's voice when he speaks, sounding older than his years and so fucking tired, it break Eddie's heart. "I should have burned that. This isn't your burden to shoulder. I'll just take that and you can try and forget."

He's reaching for the paper and Eddie pulls his hand behind his back, away from Steve's grasp. "No."

"No?" Steve looks surprised. Honestly, Eddie's also surprised.

"You don't have to shoulder this alone," Eddie says, "I can help. We can fix this together."

It's strange to see hope mixed with sorrow in Steve's eyes. "I can't- there's so much I don't even understand, don't even know how to explain."

"Sweetheart, let me help," Eddie whispers, shifting to his knees to easily slide into Steve's space, press soft kisses to his face between his words," I (kiss) want to (kiss) help (kiss). Let me (kiss)."

On the last kiss Steve angles his face, capturing Eddie's lips with his own, his hands still on Eddie's face allowing him to hold Eddie steady as he presses in, deepens the kiss, runs his tongue along Eddie's lip and Eddie flicks his own tongue out in return. They kiss in an odd, calm-but-desperate, deep-but-lazy, soft-but-messy way. They end it panting, foreheads pressed together to feel grounded, Steve's hands still on Eddie's face, Eddie's hands braced on Steve's thighs as he leans into him.

"Once you know, you can't unknow. It's fucking terrible, Eds," Steve whispers, "I don't want to do that to you. I don't want you to hurt."

"But you hurt," Eddie counters, "and if you hurt, I hurt. Thems the rules."

Steve laughs and kisses him again, just a quick closed lip peck, "Dustin told me once, you die, I die. Mutual destruction really shouldn't be the first go-to for showing affection for the people I care about it."

"Says the man whose favorite way to show affection is stepping between someone and a fist, or claw, or whatever."

Steve rolls his eyes and pulls back. "Weren't you going to shower?"

"Plans change. We gotta finish arguing about you telling me about this," he waves the paper, now even more crumpled, between the two of them, "so that you can let me help."

"How about you take that shower, and meanwhile, I'll cook dinner and think about finishing this 'argument' you want to have," Steve says, and even though Steve doesn't physically make the air quotes motion, Eddie still hears it in his voice.

Eddie concedes on this, though, and after stealing a soft shirt from Steve's closet, does go shower. When he's done, he takes his time detangling his hair and towel drying it as much as he can before changing into the pilfered clothing and going down to dinner. Steve is washing up the dishes he used while cooking (because this fucker cleans as he goes, what kinda sicko does that?) so, Eddie gathers plates and utensils and sets the table (because they're the kinda sickos that eat at a dinner table) .

Dinner is pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans. It's delicious.

They just chat about the day under the silent agreement that serious conversations were for after dinner. Eddie packages up leftovers and wipes down the counters while Steve finishes dishes and Jesus Christ when did they become so normal and adult?

Well, Steve's been an adult for a while, technically, but also, he's still just barely 18 and that's just- Eddie tries not to think about it too much, the difference between Steve's age in relation to the amount of time it's been since he was born, but also since he was forced? chosen? made to? relive 3 years of his life again.

"Alright Stevie," Eddie says, crawling into his lap on the couch, his legs bracketing Steve's, pulling Steve into him, Steve's head on his chest and his head resting atop Steve's, a mirror of their first interaction, at that party that feels so long ago and also just like yesterday, "I do have a question about your list that I feel is safe to ask and for you to answer."

"Hmm?" Steve hums back, arms wrapping around Eddie as Steve nuzzles against him.

"Befriend me got crossed out, so getting me to graduate early was the option you seemed to be going with. Obviously, befriending me ended up working. So, how in the hell did you plan to make me graduate early if we weren't friends?"

Steve snorts a laugh and says, "you're gonna laugh at me."

"Of course, I am. Tell me anyway."

"I was going to attempt doing your homework and turning it in on your behalf. I even practiced making my handwriting look different."

Eddie does laugh at him, so much that his sides start to hurt, and he would have fallen off of the couch if Steve wasn't holding him so tightly.

Then Steve has the fucking nerve to say, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, "told ya you'd laugh at me."

Well, Eddie's got no choice but to take Steve's face in his hands and kiss him senseless after that.

"Can you tell me what you mean by save Max?" Eddie asks when the kissing is done and the mood changes to serious again.

"Eds-"

"No, listen. I was thinking in the shower and like, I'm not going to get all philosophical on you, but I do think you can tell me, and we can figure out things together, maybe, and I won't interfere or do anything to, like, jeopardize the timeline. Just listen and troubleshoot."

Steve pulls back from their cuddling to eye Eddie skeptically. "I don't believe any of that for a second."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs, sagging forward to rest against Steve as he leans back against the couch now, "I just- I want to save Max, too. Let me help."

"It should have been someone else."

Eddie hears the cut off sob, presses himself down like a weight blanket, "someone else?"

"To get the second chance, the do over," Steve says, voice wet and pained, "it should have been someone else. Someone who-who remembers shit, and actually knows things. Someone smarter. I'm so afraid that I'm going to fuck this up. But then I feel like shit for wishing this was someone else's problem instead of mine."

"But it wasn't someone else," Eddie says, "it was you." Then he waits for Steve to collect himself and speak.

"The Party, they think I shouldn't tell anyone," Steve presses a kiss to the top of Eddie's head that he hears more than feels, "if I change too much, I could end up fucking up a thing that has to happen for us to win. I shouldn't tell people, or warn them, because if they make decisions based on knowledge they shouldn't have? That could get someone killed."

"So tell someone not involved. Or someone who isn't involved yet. Someone not around during the events. Then none of you are making decisions you wouldn't have already been making, but someone behind the scenes can change things. Maybe even last minute?"

That seems to give Steve pause. Eddie wants to pull back to look at him, his thinking face is adorable, but instead he shoves his face into Steve's neck and just breathes him in.

"That- I hadn't even thought of..." Steve kisses Eddie's temple, "Eddie, baby, you're a fucking genius."

"I know but it's great to have it acknowledged."

"Alright, off, I've gotta make a phone call before it gets too late," Steve says, shoving at Eddie. Eddie goes willingly, rolling a full 360 off Steve's lap so he's kneeling on the couch, elbows resting on the back of it. His eyes stay on Steve, though, tracking him as he stands, adjusts his shirt as if anyone but Eddie can see him now, before moving to the phone. It's not mounted to the wall in the living room, just sat on its own table in a corner, chair nearby.

If Eddie's gaze drifts down to Steve's butt while his back is turned, dialing whoever he's calling, well, Eddie's got no shame in that. He's allowed to look.

"Hi Hopper, it's Steve. I need you to get Dr Owens to get a hold of me. I know you have a way. No- you've got to- ok. No. Yes, this is important. Something- there is something else coming. We're not in the clear yet. No! You know I cannot tell you that. We all agreed that I wouldn't tell you anything! Hop- Hop- HOPPER. I promise, I swear on my life, El will be fine. She'll be okay. I... I just need to talk to Dr Owens. Thank you. Have him call on a Tuesday, I'm always off on Tuesdays."

Eddie listens in on the whole conversation, because if it was meant to be private, Steve would have used the kitchen phone, or the one in his room. Rich people have more than one phone, Eddie's learned. Excessive. "Sounds like it went well?"

Steve wrinkles his face in a grimace. "It's still weird as fuck. They know I'm not lying about the future thing. Not when- ever since-"

Steve can't say it again, but Eddie knows what he's talking about.

Bob Newby.

Steve blames himself hard for him. With whatever happened before Steve's time travel shit -the thing that was so bad something answered Steve's prayers and wishes to change it- Steve hadn't even been thinking about Bob. It wasn't until Steve saw Bob at the Hawkins Lab that he remembered the outcome.

He'd tried to change it, to save Bob, but in doing so he'd just endangered himself more and then Bob's death, his sacrifice, had been in protecting Steve instead of the surprise attack that had apparently been what took him last time.

Steve still can't look Joyce in the face, much less meet her eye.

Eddie hates that there's nothing he can say to alleviate this guilt from Steve. He's tried but Steve... Eddie won't even forget how his voice cracked when he said 'I knew he was going to die! I knew it, should have remembered it, but instead of someone without several concussions and memory issues getting a second chance, it's me! The fuck up! I didn't remember Bob and now, this time, it's my fault he's dead.' And Eddie didn't have the words to make it better.

Still doesn't.

"So, he's going to have the Owens dude call?"

"He's going to try," Steve says, "but can't promise. So, we'll see."

-

June 24th, 1985

Steve is in the bathroom when it happens. The phone rings, and Eddie's in the kitchen, so he picks it up, and says, "Harrington residence."

"Is this Steve Harrington?"

"Uh, no, but if we just wait a moment he'll be available soon."

The voice on the other end hums, "I do have a time limit to this call."

What an odd thing to say- oh. Oh shit. "Dr Owens?"

There is silence on the other end and Eddie's afraid he's fucked this up for Steve until he hears, "and just what else has Steve Harrington told you?"

Eddie's got a choice to make now. He can lie, or he can tell the truth. Both options have consequences, he thinks, but Eddie knows what he wants to outcome to be, so he moves to get line of sight on the hallway Steve should soon be appearing from and says, "Just listen, please. I don't know nearly enough but I want to help. I can help. Listen to what Steve has to tell you, and fucking believe him. If you think I can help with anything after that, call again on Saturday. Between ten and two."

"I'll listen," is the only response he gets, and they sit on the line for what feels like an eternity before Steve comes into view. Eddie shouts his name into the receiver, feeling bad about that only after Steve's taken the phone and Eddie has retreated to the backyard, both to smoke and to give Steve privacy.

Steve is on the phone for almost four full hours. Thirty minutes into the call, Eddie suggests he take the call to his room, so he can at least sit down. Steve agrees and hands the phone to Eddie, who listens for the confirmation that Steve has picked up the upstairs phone before he hangs up the downstairs one.

As much as he wants to eavesdrop, he wants Steve's trust more. Steve is trusting Owens, and if Owens decides it, he'll get ahold of Eddie. If there's nothing Eddie can do to help, then he'll just have to be here for whatever the aftermath is.

-

June 29th, 1985

To say that Eddie is shocked that when he answers the phone on Saturday and it's actually Dr Owens on the other line would be an understatement. He knows he offered, and he hoped, but no amount of hope makes something happen.

"Your juvenile record leaves a lot to be desired, Edward Munson," Dr Owens says in leu of any other greeting when Eddie picks up with the usual 'Harrington residence'. Eddie doesn't like that the government wasted no time digging into him. He really doesn't like that Dr Owens know his name. "I am not one to hold someone to past mistakes. You wanted to help, and reluctant though I am to admit it, there is something you can do."

"Anything."

"Alright. What you need to do is be at the Fourth of July carnival, on the lookout for Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper. They'll get there later in the day, but I don't have an exact time for you. As soon as you've found them, tell them to go to Starcourt Mall because that's where the kids are. Then you go home."

Eddie wants to know why he can't come with them to the mall but knows better than to do that. "Okay, I can do that."

"I hate to be the one to remind you, but lives are at stake here. Do what I've told you and nothing else."

"I know."

"And..." Eddie can hear the hesitation in his voice, "and just know you might not see some people you are used to seeing in the days leading up to the Fourth. Don't go looking for them."

Jesus H Christ. How is Eddie supposed to not do that? How is he supposed to be okay with people being missing? He must take too long to confirm because Dr Owens speaks again.

"Edward. I promise you, they will all make it through this."

"Okay."

Hanging up with phone feels very final. He doesn't like that Dr Owens didn't assure him of their physical safety. Didn't say they'd be okay. Or that they'd be unscathed. It was basically the nicest way the guy could have said no one you care for dies this time.

-

July 4th, 1985

Eddie spends all day at the damn carnival. He posts up around noon, which is probably way too early but he's not going to fuck this up. He hasn't seen Steve in two days and he's trying not to freak out. Dr Owens said they'd all live but fuck, in what condition? Eddie doesn't know what's happening, what was supposed to have happened without Dr Owens involved, and hates that he doesn't know how these changes Dr Owens are making to the timeline will effect Steve.

In the other timeline he knows that Steve lives, at least. This time...

The sky starts to darken when a Cadillac pulls up hot and going much faster than it should be, flying past Eddie's van to find parking closer to the entrance of the carnival. It could just be some drunks excited to ride a Ferris Wheel but Eddie's going to investigate.

Eddie recognizes Hopper instantly, the unfortunate side effect of being with Steve. The Chief of Police has become a common occurrence, with Steve inviting everyone over for pool parties, or them being invited to the Byer's for Barbeques.

"Hopper! Joyce!" Eddie yells, getting their attention before they've made it past the last row of cars to the entrance.

"Eddie! Thank God!" Joyce rushes to him, Hopper hot on her heels, along with two people he doesn't recognize. "Where are the kids?"

"Starcourt Mall," Eddie says, "you have to get to Starcourt Mall as soon as you can."

Hopper looks back to the Cadillac, then to Eddie's van. "Everyone in the van."

"Oh, I'm not supposed to-"

"Van. Now."

Eddie scrambles into the driver's seat, buckling up as Hopper ushers the strangers and Joyce in before pulling the doors closed behind him. "Get a move on it, kid!"

Eddie starts the van and guns it. It'll be fine. He'll drop them off and then go home and wait. Like he's supposed to.

Except that doesn't happen. Hopper orders him to drop them off near the entrance, then park in a far back corner and wait. And how can Eddie argue with the Chief of Police?

It does give Eddie a view he never thought he'd see outside of horror movies. About an hour passes before another car pulls into the parking lot, stationing itself facing the mall, and the Wheeler's car still parked along the curb. The headlights on the car go out, and just as Eddie is leaning forward to try and get a better look at the car, something climbs atop the mall, pulling his attention from the car and holy shit what the fuck is that thing.

Eddie clamps both his hands over his mouth to stop from screaming. Then that thing drops into the mall and someone steps out of the car. The person makes it three steps from their car before what looks like the entire US military floods out the entrance of Starcourt, and several military vehicles come barreling around the mall, probably from the employee parking area.

Then there's a knock on Eddie's window and he's fairly certain he almost pisses himself in fear. He whips his head around to look and he just sees some older guy frowning at him.

"Edward," the man's voice is slightly raised but familar, "I believe I told you to go home."

"Holy shit!" Eddie unlocks his door and shoves it open, forcing Dr Owens to step back. Eddie goes to climb out but his seatbelt chokes him because he forgot he was still buckled in. He unbuckles but Dr Owens has moved back into his space, keeping him in his van.

"I'm Sam Owens," he finally, officially, introduces himself. "Care to explain?"

"Hopper made me do it."

Dr Owens doesn't even look surprised. He looks away from Eddie now, towards the flurry of movement happening around the mall. Eddie's eyes follow and he watches as Billy Hargrove, who he can now make out thanks to the spotlights from the fucking helicopters, gets tackled by two men twice his size.

"You're going to save him, right?" Eddie asks.

At that, Dr Owens does look surprised. "We're going to try."

He thinks of Steve's note. Save Max. Save Billy. "You better succeed."

Dr Owens looks like he agrees. He also lets Eddie stay. Make him sit in his car like he's in time out, and it feels like forever, but as soon as everyone Eddie's come to care about comes out the front door, Dr Owens tells Eddie to follow him, and they go join the group.

Steve looks beat to shit and Eddie runs to him, pulling himself back before he can fling himself at Steve and pull him into his arms.

"Jesus, Stevie!" Eddie says, taking in his puffy eye and split lip, and he can't stop the hand that reaches out to touch even though he absolutely should not be reaching for him in public- Steve slams into him, tucking his face into Eddie's neck. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Steve, starts whispering, "I've got you. I'm here and I've got you."

Steve finally pulls back when Joyce approaches, "Steve, let the paramedic look at you."

Steve steps back then but doesn't put distance between them. It reminds Eddie of what he said at graduation. 'I'm not afraid of a single person in this town'. Eddie wishes he wasn't afraid, either.

"Come with me?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, and follows.

They wait while Robin Buckley gets looked over, then it's Steve's turn. Robin takes Steve's place beside Eddie and they watch as Steve is examined. Eddie sees Robin giving him sideways glances, like she's afraid to fully look at Eddie, which is... something.

Once Steve is freed from the medic he steps up on Eddie's other side, the one Robin isn't stationed at, and says, "I need to talk to Owens before we can leave."

"Oh, uh, I'm kind of the Byers' and Hopper's ride. And the weird dudes they came with. They don't speak English."

Steve barks out a laugh at that. "Murray speaks English. And hooboy did we have to hear it from him. He doesn't trust the government."

Eddie doesn't know which of them was Murray, but he agrees. He gestures towards the mall, which some people seem to actively throwing gasoline on in an attempt to burn it faster? Eddie doesn't know. "Well, can't say I trust 'em either if this is the result."

"This is the Russian government's fault," Robin says.

"Oh, no, the Russians wouldn't be this kind of particular problem without our government," Steve says.

Robin just blinks at him. "Are we... still drugged?"

"You were drugged!?" Eddie whips around to Steve.

"Truth serum," Steve nods then seems to realize how quickly he said that and frowns. "It's taking longer to wear off. Or maybe this whole issue was resolved sooner than last time?"

"Shhhh!" Eddie shushes him with a hand on his mouth, looking frantically at Robin to see if she caught was Steve just said. "Stevie. Do not talk anymore tonight."

Steve licks his palm.

-

July 13th, 1985

It's an uncomfortable gathering around the table. Dr Owens, Chief Hopper, El, Joyce Byers, Steve, and Eddie are sitting at the Harrington dining table. They've all only just sat down, eyes on Steve.

"What do you mean you can't find me?" Steve asks as a whisper. With how silent it is, though, everyone hear.

El frowns. "You are gone. I cannot find you like I could Billy, or Dad, or Dr Owens. I do not know why."

After El had some rest and recovery, Steve had asked if she would look in his memories. Or be present while he remembered them. It was Dr Owens idea; maybe El could remember details that Steve himself did not pick up consciously, but heard to saw nonetheless. They'd attempted it last night to no success.

"Perhaps this has something to do with what... brought you back to this time," Dr Owens says, picking his words carefully with how slowly they left his mouth.

Steve nods before slumping in his chair, his brows furrowing as he thinks. Eddie thinks he's ridiculously cute when he makes that face. Joyce asks Dr Owens a question but Eddie's focus is on Steve. They're sitting next to each other, so he braves bumping his knee against Steve's. Steve responds by flashing him a smile and immediately hooking his ankle around Eddie's before falling back into his thoughts.

Eddie half listens to the conversation around him, half worries about Steve and what it means for him that El cannot find his mind. That being a by-product of the time travel thing seems logical. If Steve's consciousness was dropped into a younger body, the two minds couldn't exist at the same time. So perhaps, because El is searching for a Steve that, technically, no longer exists, she might not be able to find him?

"What about Project NINA?" Steve asks, bringing all conversation to a halt.

"How do you know-" Dr Owens cuts himself off. "No, I know how. Better question. What happened that we needed to actually use Project NINA?"

Steve looks haunted again, like he does when he remembers the timeline he destroyed. "Vecna happens. Spring break of '86. I- we can't talk about that here. I think- he can get inside people's head. Read their minds."

No one says it out loud, but everyone's eyes go to El for a moment and she looks uncomfortable.

"What if," Steve starts, like he's having a realization himself, "what if the reason I can't be found is for my protection? Vecna can read minds, get in there and make you think things- what if I'm being protected by whatever sent me back? Vecna doesn't know that I know what he's up to, 'cause he can't read my mind and know what happens in the future. Can't stop me from trying to stop him! Project NINA is like, a bring back memories thing, right? Take me there. Set it up away from Hawkins and take me there."

They discuss some more, trying to say a lot without saying anything incase Vecna was listening in right now. That's a thought that will keep Eddie up for months.

It's gets decided on that El will go with, to be able to try and reach Steve while he's trying to find his own memories. Hopper is going with because he's not letting El go alone, and that's when Eddie speaks up.

"Then I'm coming, too."

"Eds," Steve looks torn, like he wants to smile and frown at the same time.

"No. If Hopper's going for El's emotional support, than I'm coming for yours."

It's decided. Dr Owens will work on Project NINA, and arrange for them all to be picked up when it was ready.

"One last thing," Steve says, "once you're away from Hawkins, call me. There's someone I don't want involved in this. He's done enough damage. Oh, also, invest in some goddamn swim caps. If you think you can shave my head, or anyone else's, for your dunk tank, then you're going to get hit."

That night, Steve finally tells him what happened. What Dr Owens and he had planned. Steve only told Dr Owens about the Fourth of July, wanted to only change the last possible moment for worry of alerting Vecna to what was happening, worried about Vecna changing the plan if he knew.

He talks about Billy being possessed, how Will was, too, once. Dr Owens thinks they've managed to do that for Billy, but just to be safe, they're taking Billy somewhere. Steve didn't ask, but they're telling his dad that he got a scholarship to some college or other, full ride kind of thing. Max knows the truth, but she also knows he's alive. And knowing he's alive means Max isn't going to pull away from her friends.

Steve says he hopes that means Max is saved.

Eddie learns that Steve and Robin are going to become insufferable best friends, so Eddie had better make peace with that now.

Ha takes it all in, listens as Steve tries to downplay what he went through with humor. Like it was easier to endure just because he knew it was coming this time. It does end with Steve crying, just repeating they lived, this time, no one died, they're fine. And Eddie's smart to enough to know Steve isn't meaning all the people who did become a giant flesh monster; he's talking about they people he cares about. Hopper, who apparently died-but-didn't-die, and Billy.

He learns that last time El lost her powers, probably due to losing Hopper. But she didn't lose Hopper, or even have to fight the giant flesh monster. With the plans Dr Owens made, they'd already stormed and cleared the Russian base below Hawkins. It wasn't Dustin and Erica who freed Robin and Steve from their restraints, but some US military men. They'd waited until the Mind Flayer attacked the mall, dropped down inside it before torching it. They still needed the mall to burn down - there was a Russian base below it, after all.

Once Steve is finished, Eddie kisses his forehead and maneuvers them down in bed so he can spoon him. Steve melts into his touch, pulling Eddie's arms more firmly around him. Steve likes to be the little spoon, Eddie's happy to learn.

"I'm going to come out to everyone. Before we leave," Steve says, long after Eddie thought he's already fallen asleep. "You don't have to. We don't have to tell them we're together, but I want them to know."

The thought terrifies Eddie. He's been beaten up for the assumptions, it's hard to him to imagine what might happen if that words are made true by speaking them out loud. "Can I think on that?"

"Of course."

-

July 15th, 1985

Eddie does think about it. He thinks about coming out to this little family they've cultivated and it's hard. Coming out to Wayne had been rough, and he was one person! And he'd told Jeff. But Gareth and Brian had just kinda... put the pieces together and told Eddie they didn't care who he liked so long as he never picked his boytoy over Hellfire night (and so far, Eddie hasn't!). Eddie can't imagine telling up to fourteen people all at once.

Fourteen separate people who could hate him.

But Steve seems so sure they won't. That he won't lose anyone when(if) he comes out to them. And fuck, the scariest part if that he kind of wants to. If he and Steve do this together, if they know they're together, he could hold his hand when they're all together. Sit as close as he wants to without the fear of being found out because they'd already know.

But if they aren't okay with it. Or they aren't okay with Eddie.

These people, this group, was Steve's first, so they might be willing to forgive Steve for his temporary lapse in judgment, but Eddie hadn't done anything to earn their trust. Respect. Willingness to not beat him to death for being gay.

And also, a tiny part of him is afraid of losing Steve if he can't commit to coming out.

"Steve," Eddie whispers as they sit on the couch, a movie playing but Eddie's not watching. "I'm scared."

"What?" Steve sounds so confused, and he quickly looks between Eddie and the movie. It's so enduring that Eddie must laugh about it, just a little.

"Not of Footloose. Of telling people. About us."

Steve's face softens and he looks so fond that Eddie aches. "That's okay, Eddie. You don't have to."

"But what if...."

"If?" Steve prompts.

"What if I'm never ready to come out? What if I- if we can't- What does it mean for us, if I never get there?"

"Oh," Steve says, like the thought that Eddie would never come out hadn't ever occurred to him. "Well, then I'll just be the bisexual who never dates again and lives with his best guy friend for the rest of his life."

That's like a gut punch in the best way. That Steve says it so easily, like he plans to stay with Eddie until he dies. Eddie can't fathom that. "Careful, Stevie. With words like that I might get ideas about you."

Steve looks serious now, but with a little upturn to his mouth. A small, secret smile. "Ideas, hmm. What sort?"

"That you might adore me."

"Well, I do adore you," Steve says simply, easily, "I love you, Eddie."

Eddie freezes because that's not- Steve couldn't possibly mean- that's. What. Eddie and he haven't even said the word boyfriend to each other yet and Steve's... Steve is looking at him with such fondness, adoration, love. Butterflies erupt in Eddie's stomach and as quickly as that little bit of dread had filled him, it's gone even faster. Eddie flings himself into Steve's lap, the need to kiss him until both of them are light headed is the only thing left inside Eddie.

Eddie doesn't say it back, can't really, but Steve must know because he keeps repeating it, with every breath Eddie allows him to take in between kisses.

The next morning, Steve wants to comes out to his found family at their Good Luck Project NINA BBQ, because Hopper, El, Steve, and he are going to be heading to Indianapolis that evening to be picked up by Dr Owens men tomorrow morning and everyone wanted a last get together.

Steve is fearless. Steve is fearless, and so strong, and he loves Eddie.

So, when he calls attention to everyone and starts the speech he rehearsed with Eddie, Eddie steps up. Slides his hand into Steve's, gripping it probably to the point of pain, but there. It doesn't matter how they'll react, because Steve loves him. And he loves Steve.

(And if he clocks Lucas and Max exchanging money about it, well, he can't even be mad about that.)

#steddie #my fic #i have taken some liberties with the starcourt scene because lets face it #the timeline/amount of time that has passed between scenes is unreliable anyway #so im gonna be unreliable in a better way #which is lowering the amount of trauma these kids have just a lil bit #also i know it is a mix bag on how we feel about billy hargrove #i just think that steve would try and save him because of the whole Max almost getting Vecna'd in the graveyard thing yknow? #steve can hate billy and still want him to live for max #also STOP SHAVING ELS HEAD #especially when the scenes are of her fainting/passing out/being DRUGGED and waking up with her hair gone without her consent or knowledge #ew wrong ick YOU KNOW WHAT THE TROPE IMPLIES DUFFER BROTHERS IM ONTO YOU

[delta-pavonis]

July Kinkfest Day 11: return of the Drummer/Dancer AU

The Sandman || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || ~900 words

Prompts: Temperature Play | Kink Discovery | “I want you to be loud for me.”

Warnings (in addition to the prompts above): established relationship, cowgirl position

Author's Notes: Don't use regular candles for wax play without experience, there are candles specifically meant for play that burn at a lower temp... we are going to pretend that in this universe all candles are like that.

It happens as an accident. They have candles lit all over the inside of the parked vardo, including on the shelves that are around the bed. Perhaps not their smartest idea, but neither of them were engaging all their brain cells at that point.

Hob sees it happen, though, because he is lying on the bed as Dream rides him. He starts with this absolutely decadent slow rolling of his hips, stretching his arms and torso upwards, clearly trying to tease Hob and succeeding admirably. But they have raised the bed up in the past week to make room for more storage underneath and Morpheus misjudges and hits the edge of a shelf with his hand, knocking one tall tapered candle slightly askew

This doesn’t present itself as a problem until some thirty or so minutes later, when Dream has – finally, Hob groans – shifted to fucking himself on Hob’s cock hard and fast. See, that one candle has been dripping onto the shelf’s surface the whole time and now some wax flows over the edge and a big drop lands on his lover’s thigh. 

Dream freezes, eyes almost as round as the oh of his lips. His focus goes from Hob’s face to his thigh, where a spot of yellow wax has cooled to a solid. They both watch as a second drop falls – its impact makes Dream gasp and shiver. The third elicits a needy whine the catches in the back of Dream’s throat. 

Hob smiles and moves to peel off the re-hardened wax with his thumb. It leaves little rosy spots behind. “Some people like that, you know, find it erotic to have hot wax dripped on their skin. Other people like cold, like ice or a chilled touch. Would you like me to drip more on you?”

He thinks for a moment and Hob is proud of that, that his Dream won’t try something new like this lightly. But eventually he does whisper, “Yes, please.”

Hob reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a different candle, one shorter and therefore easier to control and brings it over Dream’s other thigh. He tilts the candle quickly, so that he minimizes how much drips down onto his own hand, and three drops hit pitpatpat in quick succession. 

Dream’s gasp slides into a moan. Hob can feel his lover’s whole body shiver all the way in his prick. Fuck.

He takes Dream’s left hand and turns it palm up, exposing the silk-smooth wrist and sensitive underside of his forearm. “Touch yourself, my sweet Dream,” Hob purrs, “Don’t worry about me, just leave my prick buried in you and touch yourself while I do this.” He lets the candle drip onto Dream’s wrist.

As soon as the wax hits his skin Dream fucks up into his hand, then sinks back down onto Hob with a groan, biting his lip to keep the sounds muffled. 

“Oh no, don’t you go stopping yourself now – want to hear you, want you to be loud for me, dove.” Hob says as he slowly drips more wax a drop’s width higher on his Dream’s arm. 

And so Hob sets the pace: each drop of wax lands just adjacent to the previous and with each one Dream thrusts up into his own hand with a gasp, then relaxes down onto Hob with a moan. Hob does three drops in a line across Dream’s arm, then moves a tiny bit up towards the elbow, another three drops, movement up. See, Hob knows that the inside of the elbow is going to be the most sensitive and he is looking forward to seeing his Dream howl when they get there. 

Hob increases the tempo, too, until Dream is just continually moaning, slack jaw keeping his mouth open, with a wrecked-sounding drop in pitch marking the nadir of their fucking. By the time Hob gets three-quarters of the way to the elbow Dream’s moans have started cracking when he fucks into his hand, so now the bard sings an ongoing undulating note. 

A few more drops and Dream’s thighs start shaking. “I… I’m gonna…” Hob skips an inch and drips directly inside the silver-white crease of his lover’s elbow and Dream shrieks “Hob!” as he comes all over his hand and Hob’s chest.

Dream’s pale chest is flushed and heaving, the hand that was on his cock now holding himself up on Hob’s shoulder. Hob uses his fingers to pinch the candle’s flame out and then lets the wax rod fall to the floor. He slides his hands up Dream’s firm thighs and grabs the curves of his hips. 

Hob lifts Dream a little and then shoves him back down onto his cock. “Fuck, my Dream. That was so gorgeous. Won’t take me long, just…” He repeats the motion, smacking Dream’s ass once on the upstroke to get him to clench. “Yeah, that’s it… just keep… UNF.”

Mischievous blue eyes smirk down at Hob. “Like this?” Dream contracts his core and pelvic floor muscles all at the same time and Hob feels like the wind is being punched out of him. 

“Yeah,” he manages to wheeze, “just keep oh fuckyes.” 

Dream’s body tightens around his cock in rapid pulses and he talks Hob through the last of it. “Yes, come undone for me. Come for me, lover. Let me hear you, too.” That kicks Hob over the edge – with a rumbling groan he snaps his hips up into Dream and comes, pleasure flowing over and through him in silver-edged waves. 

The wet noise of Dream pulling off of Hob is loud in the small room. Even louder is the chuckle that Hob follows it with. “So, seems like we have a new game?”

Dream stretches himself out along Hob’s side, heedless of the mess on Hob and their sheets. “We definitely have a new game.”

#Dreamling #drummer/dancer au #julykinkfest2023 #The Sandman AU #Pavonis writes

[sophietv]

The Ultimate LSK Thread Of Koincidences (2021) Part 1

Here's part one of all the Koincidences that happened in 2021.

Those are all the Kaylor evidences I could find for that year. If I've forgot some, don't hesitate to tell me so I can add them!

If you haven't read the posts for the other years, I highly suggest you do before reading this one:

Fall 2019 (X)

2020 Part 1 (X)

2020 Part 2 (X)

As always, I'll include link to more informations on certain piece of Kaylor Lore as we go, so some Koincidences are easier to understand. When there's a (X) beside something, it's to give you more context and help you understand better.

Here's the link to the incredible Masterposts that helped me do this one: (X) (X)

Before starting 2021, let's just go back in 2020 for a second! I was at the picture limit on my 2020 Part 2 post and I think it's really important to add this one.

Decembre 2020:

Decembre 11th 2020:

Karlie post a video on Klossy about her 2021 Vision Board (X)

In this video, she has the book Untammed by Glennon Doyle on her Vision Board.

Untammed is Glennon's memoir where she talks about falling in love with a woman and overcoming comphet.

Decembre 14th 2020:

Taylor comments on a Twitter posts from Glennon's wife.

Saying how her book has been a huge help for her that year.

January 2021:

January 9th:

Right Where You Left Me and It's Time To Go are out in the Deluxe Version.

Most Gaylors believe that they are broken up. And Most Swifties believe that Karlie in fact betrayed Taylor.

January 10th:

Taylor posts about Olivia Rodrigo saying: That's my baby and I'm proud!

January 26th:

Taylor releases the "Dad hat"

It's the first time ever that she includes this in her collection.

(coincidently, she added a "dad hat" in her merch collection ealy in July this year...)

February 2021:

February 18th:

Taylor does a post saying: Cancel the DNA test.

February 21st:

Taylor releases Love Story as the first single of Fearless (Taylor's Version) AKA Karlie's favourite song.

Remember how Karlie used the same yellow heart back in 2020?

March 2021:

March 14th:

Grammy's.

Taylor does last minute arrangements on her dress.

Adding a sunflower and a little daisy. (There's a making off video of her dress and those two flowers are not on the original).

Here's a post about it: (X)

Levi's birth is announced while Taylor is performing that night (It's dated back only later to March 11th) :

People pick up on the Koincidences immediatly. Even the GP finds it odd:

On the pictures Taylor took that night, posted on Jack's Instagram. She is seen doing an 3 and a 11 (Levi was born on March 11th):

It was her third album of the year and her 11th Grammy....still odd...

Taylor wears a Daisy Guitar strap while performing that night:

She also performs for the first time with the Folklore's Cabin...wich is weirdly similar to the Castro Cabin in Big Sur (Where she and Karlie stayed): (X)

And at the moment she receives her award.

Aaron does a speech and thanks his wife and kids. Taylor becomes really emotional all of sudden when he mentions his kids.

You can see Jack trying to comfort her:

Starts at 1:50

April 2021:

April 2nd:

Taylor releases the Fearless Vaults:

As you can see in the picture. The 13th word to goes out of the vault is Baby.

The door handle is also really visibly a K :

And let's not forget the most important thing: The Swift-Kloss family crest is present on the vault. (X)

April 8th:

Taylor does a post mentionning her: two kids.

April 16th:

Taylor does an interview for Fearless (Taylor's Version) and explains how the meaning of the song That's When changed for her over the years.

Starts 11:22

April 23rd:

Taylor does for the first time ever a merch drop for Mother's Day.

May 2021:

May 20th:

Karlie does a photodumb of during her pregrancy and after.

She wears the same Levi's overalls that Taylor will wear not long after. Just in a different color.

And also. Eye theory: (X)

May 26th:

Karlie post a picture of her. And you can clearly see in the background a Santal 26 candel AKA Taylor's favourite that she has all over her house (it's been mentionned several times in secret sessions).

Ok!

I've reached the photo limit so I'll continue in another post!

I'll link it here when it done!

Here is part 2! (X)

#kaylor #lsk #koincidences #gaylor theory #gaylors #gaylor twitter #gaylor swift #gaylor #lgbetty

[xiimenaashrts]

Chapter 2: Before the chaos

This chapter is before all the drama goes down!!

All the conversations you had with your friends was all about your brother. You hated it because you just wanted one normal conversation without having your brother involved.

You had gone quiet after that whole week. You didn’t wanna put up with it anymore. You had never felt so lonely in your entire life . After that week, your friends wouldn’t stop bothering you about going to your house to hangout.

Your friends had never been to your house instead y’all would go to restaurants or some place like the mall or a shopping place. At first you said no but they kept saying how it was normal for friends to go each other’s house.

They also mentioned how if you really were their friend you would invite them over. You didn’t know how to respond, part of you wanted to say yes but you didn’t know how to say no anymore.

So you let them come over, that day your mom and dad were both busy. Your mom had to go to her regular dance classes and your dad went somewhere you didn’t know.

Unfortunately it seemed the universe hated you because that same day your friends were gonna come over, your brother was home with you.

You had cleaned up your room and set up some snacks on a plate for y’all to share.

__________________________________________

When you had let them in to your house their jaws dropped.

“Your house is so big” Ava commented as she look around your living room.

Your living room was filled with beautiful decorations that were put up by your mom. Your mom had put up beautiful paintings, there also had plants and the sofa and couche had were beautiful prints on them. In your living room there was also a Mahomes jersey framed with your brothers signature.

Your house also had a long beautiful marble staircase. The staircase had a lot of stairs but up the stairs was rooms and two long hallways.

Your room was in the second hallway and it was the last room in that hallway. There was also a family portrait your mom had hang up next to the staircase.

You made your way up the stairs as your friends followed behind you. Once you entered your room, you let them in and you closed the door after. You just hoped your brother won’t interrupt.

Your friends kept looking around your room. They were amazed to say the least. You had posters of bands and singers you liked. Along with art pieces you had done in the past. Your closet was next to your door.

Your door also had pictures behind it. Most were just family and you at places you had been to. Your bed was covered with pink bedsheets and blankets. A lot of stuffed animals were placed on top of your bed. You also had a big chiefs teddy bear sitting on your bed. It had a white beanie on and was wearing a chiefs jersey.

The jersey had your last name on it. Your brother had given it to you after he won a game and had come to visit for a couple of days. Next to your bed was your desk and vanity full of little ballerina statues. You also had a few make up products on your vanity.

The mirror was heart shaped, on your desk there was photos of you when you were little. Some of them with your brother, mom, and your dad.

You also had more photos hanged on your wall.

“Aw” Julie said as she pointed out one particular photo on your wall. You turned your attention to it. The photo itself was one of you when you were about 5 or 6 and Patrick was holding you in his arms with a big smile plastered on his face.

He has just won a game and you could see it on his face. His girlfriend Britney was next to him with also a really big smile on her face.

You didn’t say anything though and ignored what she said. You had laid out the plate full of food on your bed for your friends.

They had decided to play a board game so you just went along with it hoping that the day would go faster so that you could rest.

__________________________________________

You and your friends were in the middle of playing a board game when your brother opened your door.

You looked up at him.

“Hey I’m gonna go to the store want something?” Patrick asked as he stood behind your door.

You just shook your head.

“I’m good” you replied shortly.

“Alright call me if you change your mind” Patrick responded and turned to leave but before he could leave one of your friends spoke up.

“Hey I was wondering you could sign my phone case? I’m a really big fan” your friend Julie said as she pulled out a marker from her pocket.

Your expression quickly turned being confused. Your other friends started smiling but avoided eye contact with you.

You looked between your brother and Julie.

Patrick just looked back at you then Julie.

You didn’t want this hang out to turn into a greet and meet.

“Uh sure” Patrick agreed as he headed in to your room and grabbed the marker from your friend to sign her phone case.

After Patrick finished signing her phone case he gave her the marker back. Julie squealed with happiness.

“Thank you so much” Julie thanked him as she happily looked at the back of her phone.

That’s when chaos erupted, all of your friends decided to ask for your brothers signature. You were sitting on the bed uncomfortably as all your friends were getting different things signed by your brother.

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After the whole meet and greet your friends decided to have with your brother, you felt unsure about everything.

That’s when you realized that maybe the whole reason they wanted to hang out was to meet your brother.

Your brother thanked all your friends for the nice comments and everything.

He looked at you seeing how you were uncomfortable with all this.

“Uh sorry I’m gonna go, I’ll see you later Y/N/N” Patrick said as he bid goodbye.

You rolled your eyes obviously annoyed.

“Whatever” you shortly replied with a temper visible in your voice.

Patrick just waved at you and gave you a small smile before he closed your door. After that your friends and you went back to playing but you didn’t say anything that whole afternoon.

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Once your friends left you organized everything in your room and cleaned up.

You had decided to distract yourself from what happened earlier you would draw something to get your mind off things.

You had your headphones on while you sat comfortably in your chair as you drew.

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You had been tapped on the shoulder by someone, it had been a couple minutes since you started drawing.

You took off your headphones and looked behind you to see who tapped you on the shoulder.

It was your brother, he was holding a bag in his hand as he stood behind you.

“Yea?” You asked still sitting in your chair and not getting up.

“I got you a few snacks” Patrick said as he handed you the bag. You took it from him and placed it on your desk.

“Hey sorry about earlier, it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable” Patrick apologized.

You didn’t know what to say if you were being honest.

“Okay” You responded.

“Hey I hope you know I’m always here for you” Patrick said as he smiled.

You nodded your head as a short response.

Before he left he turned to look at your wall.

“Oh you still have that photo?” Patrick asked as he examined the photo closer.

“Yea” you answered shortly again.

He took the bear from your bed too.

“Mahomes” Patrick whispered.

Shortly after that he set down the bear in its original place.

You head gone back to finishing the drawing you had started.

Before he fully left he went up to you again and gave you a hug.

You were shocked to say but returned the hug back.

After that Patrick padded your head and ruffled your hair before leaving your room.

Patrick just wanted you would talk to him more.

Until next chapter bye!!

Also lmk what u think I should add the story and if you have anything to say comment it! Also I would appreciate if y’all would comment on my request post.

#artists on tumblr #writing #art #fiction #patrick mahomes fic #patrick mahomes imagine #patrick mahomes #patrick mahomes x sister! reader #patrick mahomes x reader #explore #tumblr fyp #fyp

[invisibleraven]

cuddles after being touch-starved + Julie and her phantoms

One thing Julie notices right away about her ghosts is that they are incredibly touchy for a trio of guys from the nineties. Though she supposes they missed out on the last two and a half decades of toxic masculinity that made boys these days too self conscious to exchange more than high fives.

However, Julie could also see how much they sometimes needed affection from someone other than each other. Alex had Willie, but she could tell when he needed more, trying to self-soothe by holding himself as he rubbed his thumbs over his arms.

She could tell whenever Luke had been to see his parents, wearing his oversized shearling coat that seemed like the closest thing he could get to a hug. Trying not to cry when Reggie whispered it had been his dad's.

She couldn't help but notice that Reggie looked on oh so longingly whenever she or Carlos got a hug from her dad, wondering how long it had been since he had gotten a hug from an adult-any adult. When Alex told her it had probably been years-since his last visit to see his grandparents in Georgia-Julie did cry, aching to hug Reggie, to drag him into a hug with her dad.

But she couldn't.

Then... she can. Somehow her love for her ghosts makes them tangible, visible. Still ghosts, given their lack of heartbeats and to their frustration, still unable to eat.

But they can touch people now, and do. She catches Alex twirling with Flynn to a pop song, Flynn laughing loudly and clinging to him as they do overexaggerated moves. Then Willie would poof in and dance around them-Julie's magic doesn't extend to him being tangible, but he can be seen now, and Flynn delights in discussing art and queer history with them both.

Sees her aunt pulling Luke under her arm to show him how to make her empanadas, ruffling his hair and giving him sideways hugs, biting back smiles as she offers to bring his parents the food until he's ready to come with her. And holding him even tighter when he goes himself, eyes red but his smile brighter than ever.

Julie delights when she sees Carlos and Reggie bonding, acting like brothers-arm punches, noogies, and nudges as they battle over MarioKart. Has to hold back tears when she sees her dad pull Reggie in for a hug after he finds out he's been tutoring both Julie and Carlos in math, getting their grades up. Julie swears she sees Reggie tear up at that, and she definitely hears him sniffle as Ray holds him all the tighter.

But more than anything, her guys touch her. Grasping her hands to swing between them as they walk towards gigs, scooping her up to frolic amongst the waves even as she shrieks not to drop her, giving her piggy back rides from the beach back to the bus stop, resting their chins on her head as they stand behind her.

And hugs-so many hugs.

Sometimes it's just one of them-Alex seems reluctant, but Julie pulls him in when she sees he needs it, biting back a smile when he sighs into it. Luke is always enthusiastic with his hugs, twirling her around, grinning that big boyish grin of his when he sets her down. Reggie holds her tight, like he's afraid he'll disappear if he lets go.

But more often than not, it's all four of them. Snuggled together on a couch during a movie night, crammed together around the table writing lyrics, doing a band huddle before every gig.

Julie supposes that they needed it after ages of having no one but each other. She's not exactly complaining-she remembers when everyone was so afraid to touch her after her mother died, like she was fragile when she craved that deep touch.

So she delights in every touch, every hug, it's not like she doesn't get anything out of it.

But her favourite is when they all fall asleep in a big pile, slumped all over each other, seeking comfort and affection they had all been denied for so long.

And their love for each other makes Julie feel well and truly touched.

#filled prompts #ficlet #julie and the phantoms qpr #julie and the phantoms

[yuhi-san]

So for the last day of @tristampparty have just some fun fact about trigun, escpecially july but lets get them done in order.

Despite being very, very obsessed with anime and manga and being quite active in german forums at the time trigun 98 first aired and was popular here… I was barely aware it existed.

I vaguely recall two people from a rpg trying to get me into trigon but they showed me the silly opening, vash skedaddling around like a lizard and him not having a bullet in the first episode. So it didn’t seem like something for my edgy teenage taste (oh sweet summer child I was.)

Trigon stampede didn’t show up on my radar at all either until I was traveling in japan in late july. I have no idea what even caused it but I went through the wiki, snooping for spoilers like any normal person. Which, sins the wiki contains stuff from trimax, 98 and tristamp it was. Uhm yea.

So anyway what I knew after was:

Vash and knives were species plant (which was so like ???? because I was thinking of trees without any context)

Also what the fuck is millions knives, how is that a name, this is almost as bad as the very manly male priest named ‘frau’

I am not going to entertine the section about a group that calls themself the freaking gung-ho guns, is this a joke

There is superhuman stuff going on with vash and also knives who is his twin.

Apparently he blew a hole in a moon??

He has a bounty on his head.. because he destroyed a city I think.

There are the two girls milly and meryl

Wolfwood dies (I vaguely remember seeing his death in a top then tragic anime deaths from watch mojo, I think)

when I came home from japan I just binge-watched it before going back to work.

So I went into stampede with very little context, but still some. I guess a lot of easteregs and hints went past me at first but that meant I was also unbiased (*cough*Roberto*cough* Milly *cough* new design *cough*)

I was delighted to hear johnny young bosch but a little disappointed we didn’t get any robin-esque gremlin cackle.

Was just a little surprised that wolfwood lived but I did eventually catch on that it was sort of an alternate prequel so to speak.

But then there is lost july.

See, I was vaguely aware vash destroyed I city. Sort of. But I don’t think I really took notice of july when skimming the wiki.

So the finale comes. Everything goes horribly. Roberto dies. At least meryl and wolfwood live. What knives does to vash is terrible. The fight isn’t looking too good for vash. The way knives kills the officers that attack vash.

and like vash was probably expecting it to be a suicide stunt to get the cube so far up in the air and detonate/fire (?) it. And in such a tragic way, it kills knives too (or at least that’s what it looks like to an unsuspecting audience and DEFINITELY to vash).

Everything is horrible but at least he managed to save the city.

Except it explodes anyway.

I was like WHAT!? WHAT!?

I’m telling you guys, I was shocked. I did not see that coming. In the slightest. I think I was still reeling from it by the credits.

Somehow, despite all the spoilers I’ve seen and read (also the couch…) I somehow managed to not expect lost july and was so blindsided by it

Edit: I posted this like three minutes ago but it just hit me what triggered me getting into trigun!! I’m pretty sure I never had trigon posts on my dash but somehow I had a post on it suddenly that was like this:

A screenshot of wolfwood saying to vash: don’t call me that! I’m Nicholas the punisher!

Then a short text about how he was trying to make himself and others believe that this was all he was or something along these lines and then the screenshot of the title drop “Wolfwood”

And then something really clever about how this was set up, as if right after wolfwood insisting he was just the punisher, the title drop immediately tells is otherwise. Like, no, no matter what you tell others and yourself, you are still wolfwood.

Actually if anyone has an idea what post that was hit me up.

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun 98 #tristampparty #vsh the stampede #millions knives #i cannot stress enough how much the destruction of juky floored me lol

[chirpsythismorning]

I know there are certain points in s3 where we’re supposed to take certain words and actions of Hopper’s as Mike’s own words/actions in a small sense? Obviously not all of them, but some of them definitely are.

Like with the whole letter at the end of the season thing, parts of it were conveying Mike’s feelings for Will and how he feels like he’s losing him. Also Joyce helping Hopper with his feelings at the start of s3, where he’s like, maybe you can do it for me and she’s like no it only works if it comes from you… that was very s4 Will helping Mike with the painting, but it not being successful bc it didn’t come from Mike coded.

Though there is one other detail I didn’t notice until the other day and it’s pretty insane.

While Mike is no doubt stressed about Hopper threatening him about continuing to date El, I think the way they go about it is… interesting in the context of Hopper sometimes representing Mike in a sense.

Its 3x02, just after 9am, and El’s calling Mike like Where are you!? And Mike is just stumbling on his words trying to find a way to get through this smoothly without fucking everything up…

And after the phone call is over, we transition to Hopper smirking, followed by jamming out in his car celebrating, arriving at Melvalds to celebrate with Joyce, saying this is the first day in 6 months that they’re not hanging out with each other…

You’re telling me, for the last 6 months, Mike has been going to see El at the cabin, just for them to sit in her room most of the day doing nothing…

It’s early July and Will says it’s been like this all summer, which presumably means based on what Hopper and Will said, they still hung out during the school year, but it wasn’t as bad bc obviously Mike had to go to school for the first half of the day, and maybe just dropped by the cabin after school for a few hours.

But that got me thinking, would it be so wrong of Mike to not like feeling obligated to hanging out with El at all waking hours?

I never really thought about it, but within the context of Hopper jamming out and celebrating at the prospects of them not hanging out for one day for the first time in months… would it be so mad for Mike to feel some relief about this too?

We see the contrast of how he runs after Will after their fight, but then sort of just dailies around aimlessly after El dumps him. In one scenario he’s panicked and rushing bc he’s scared he hurt Will and it’ll ruin things between them, while in the other it’s treated sort of like a comedy, where Mike is presumably in no rush to fix things with El post-breakup. He seems like he’s almost stalling, especially in comparison to how he reacts to Will yelling at him.

There’s also this moment when Mike is like exaggerating the situation, by saying that if he doesn’t lie to El and avoid her, Hopper is never going to let Mike see her, ever again…

It seems to me like Mike has a sort of all or nothing attitude when it comes to El.

He’s convinced himself that either he can be in a relationship with El and never be apart, or they can’t see each other at all.

Lucas even makes a comment like did he threaten to kill you? And Mikes like No?!? And Lucas is like okay what’s the big deal then?

They literally have experience with ignoring Hopper’s threats ie the pilot episode when Hopper said not to look for Will, yet Mike was at the forefront making that a priority in spite of Hopper’s warning.

Basically, as the saying goes, if he wanted to, he would…

We know that applies to Will more than it applies to El.

All I’m saying is, there’s something visceral about El getting off the phone with Mike and Mike being like SHIT and it transitioning to Hopper smiling and then jamming out in his car.

This would be the first day this summer Mike has not hung out with El most of the waking hours and is instead spending time with his friends. This also gives El a chance to hang out with Max and to grow beyond this idea of what Mike has framed as their only option.

Leading up to their breakup, even though Mike’s fixated on putting up an image of ugghh gf problems, you can see the scenes are meant to be framed like male bonding. Even max makes a claim they’re probably just playing Atari. So there is this concept in Max’s mind even, that this was an out for Mike to hang out with his friends. Albeit a cowardly way to go about it. But all the pieces sort of fit together.

We get a literal shot of Mike staring at Will, pretending to not enjoy himself, with the Cocoa Puffs in the background. We get a shot of Lucas trying to give Mike the Cocoa Puffs and Mike denying them… We get Mike giving a play by play of how they can end the game right then and there, meaning that despite his look of ‘boredom’ during Will’s campaign, he actually was paying very close attention to it.

Mike is out here denying going crazy with Will while simultaneously worrying too much about El, as if them not being romantic means they can’t have a relationship at all…

Someone give this dude some clarity.

#byler #stranger things