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wynnyfryd · 1 year
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hey, quick question but what if Eddie hadn’t just said “make him pay” at the end? what if he’d actually done it, screwed up his face and his single scrap of courage and kissed Steve hard, one desperate press of lips before he stepped back out of Steve’s space? Only…
Only Steve’s not gay. He’s not. Not that there’s anything wrong with it if Eddie is, but he isn’t. Steve likes girls, is kind of hung up on one girl in particular, actually, and she’s standing right behind him watching this go down, and oh, God is this awkward now.
He squares his shoulders, gives Eddie a nod that he hopes conveys something like “sorry” and “it’s okay” and “I’m not gonna punch you when this is over, man, I’m really not,” but Eddie’s eyes cut away and he clears his throat and then Nancy’s saying, “Steve? Steve, we need to go.”
So Steve goes.
Steve goes, trudges through the woods with Nancy radiating uncomfortable energy all down his side, and Steve’s got a pit in his stomach and a scorch mark on his mouth where Eddie’s lips left a fucking brand, the kiss repeating on a loop in his mind. He starts thinking about how he’s probably about to die, how he’s gonna die feeling all upside down in the Upside Down and it’s a really stupid joke but it gets him mulling over the fucked up weird life he has now versus the one he always kinda thought he wanted. He tells Nancy about it: the crawling backwards, the thump on the head, how she’s always his co-captain in his Winnebago dreams.
She looks at him with soft, sad eyes — God, her eyes are always so sad, have been ever since the day Barb disappeared — and she rests a delicate hand on his forearm and asks, “Do you think… do you think maybe it’s always me in your dream because I’m the only person your mind thinks it’s allowed to put there?”
“What do you mean?”
“Steve.” Her eyes aren’t so soft now. They’re shining with that hard glint they get when she’s lost patience with Steve’s bullshit. It’s a look Steve knows well, and his hand comes up to touch his lips.
“But I- I’m not…”
“Just go,” she says, her jaw set, all that unbreakable resolve on display. “Robin and I can handle this. Go.”
Robin turns back to look at him over her shoulder, gives him an encouraging nod, and Steve takes off running, sprinting through the trees, following the sound of screeching bats.
When he bursts through the treeline, panting and sweating and clutching at his torn-up sides, Eddie’s in the middle of a maelstrom, his makeshift shield held in a shaking grip as an army of bats encircle him.
“Eddie!” Steve shouts, lungs burning as he begs his feet to move faster, to run fucking run because one of the bats dives at Eddie’s head and another takes a bite out of his leather sleeve; a third one whips a tail around Eddie’s ankle and then Eddie’s going down, pulled to the cracked, filthy earth by gnashing teeth and bloodied claws, and they’re eating him, getting at all those squishy vital bits around his middle when Steve finally hacks his way through the horde to get to Eddie’s side. Armed with an ax and Eddie’s spear, Steve strikes and slashes blindly at the wall of shrieking monsters as they start circling tighter, caging them in, and he’s dead they’re both dead they’re so fucking screwed—
The bats drop. All at once and with no reason Steve can discern, their screams fall silent and their bodies squelch all around them as they slap the hard ground like dead fish on a dock.
Steve drops to his knees beside Eddie, and Jesus Christ, there’s- there’s so much blood oh God oh fuck.
“Bad, huh?” Eddie asks, and how is he still smirking when there’s blood spilling out of his mouth? When there’s a chunk missing out of his jaw?
“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,” Steve mumbles frantically, not sure if he’s praying or panicking or both. He gets his shirt off, rips at the remaining scraps of Eddie’s, too; starts using them to make bandages. “Shit, Eddie, just- just hold on, okay? Stay with me.”
He wriggles a scrap of fabric under Eddie’s brutalized torso, and Eddie screams when Steve pulls it tight around his sides, ties it off and presses down, trying to slow the bleeding. There’s so much fucking blood. His knees slip in it as he ties a tourniquet just above Eddie’s elbow, hoping it’ll save Eddie’s mangled arm, and he bunches the last of the fabric up and presses it to the shredded edges of the wound on Eddie’s face.
Eddie smiles up at him with tears in his eyes, with blood on his lips. “Pretty- pretty grand gesture for a guy you don’t want to kiss.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Steve says, and he’s crying, too. “I don’t- I just…”
“Steve,” Eddie chokes, his breath whistling out with a sickening wheeze, and Steve doesn’t know how the fuck he’s going to get him through the gate and back to safety without making him bleed out. “Steve, it’s… s’okay. M’sorry I kissed you, man.” His eyes are glazing over, and no, please, please, don’t—
Eddie looks up at him, brow furrowed, like it’s taking a lot of effort. His eyes are still so pretty, even now, as Steve hovers helplessly and watches the light slowly leave them. “Actually, I- I guess m’not,” Eddie slurs. “Had to do it at least once b-before I- before I—”
“EDDIE!!!!” a furious, cracking voice echoes through the empty park. Eddie’s trailer door bangs open, falling off its hinges, and a limping Dustin Henderson comes storming across the lot.
“Dustin!!” Steve hollers back, relief flooding his veins like maple syrup straight from the tap, and incredibly (hysterically, he’s probably in shock), he’s laughing when he looks back down at Eddie. Eddie, who’s half dead in his lap, whose blood is all over Steve’s pants. Who Steve might be able to save now.
He shakes Eddie’s shoulders and says, “You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here, man,” his voice all high-pitched and full of phlegm and trapped somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and Eddie’s eyes go wide at the promise in Steve’s words.
“Dustin!” Steve yells again, pleading, “Dustin, come on, come help me move him!”
It’s slow going, but they get Eddie through the gate, get him taped up so he’s more bandage than boy by the time the ambulance arrives. A medic claps Steve on the shoulder and says ‘You did good, kid,’ and Steve cries at that and then spends an annoying amount of time crying over the next few days, curled up in a rickety chair at Eddie’s bedside in the hospital.
More tears when Eddie finally wakes up. Happy ones this time, and there’s a parade of people coming in to hug Eddie and give him flowers and even Hopper gives him a grudging hair ruffle and an attaboy, and then Steve’s driving Eddie home in the Beemer; gets all the way to the driveway before Eddie brings it up.
“Did you mean it?” he asks, his voice timid and barely audible over the hum of the car.
Steve cuts the engine. “Hmm?”
“Did you, um- the thing, that you…” Eddie spins a ring around on his finger, lets out a frustrated huff. “I mean, I didn’t die, right? I made it out of there, so…?”
You can kiss me all you want when we make it out of here.
Steve’s ears burn at the memory, his mouth going dry, and he must take too long to answer because Eddie starts trying to backpedal. “Sorry. Sorry, you said you’re not— I just thought, maybe— shit, uh, f-forget I said-”
“No! No, um.” Steve scratches the back of his neck. “Turns out I kind of am. Or, like. Well, I mean, Robin said liking both is its own thing, it’s not a mix of the two, but…”
“…But both?” Eddie finishes, and his eyes are sparkling.
“Yeah. Both,” Steve shrugs. It’s getting easier to say. “…Mostly just you, though.”
“Oh, just mostly, huh?” Eddie teases, unbuckling his seatbelt so he can lean into Steve’s space.
Steve’s face feels too warm. His neck is probably all splotchy. “Whatever. Are you gonna shut up and kiss me already or what?”
“Uh huh,” Eddie grins and runs his tongue over his teeth. “Many times as I want, right?” He brushes Steve’s hair behind his ear, his calloused fingers so gentle against Steve’s jaw as he lines their faces up.
“How many times is that?” Steve whispers.
“Mm….” Eddie’s mouth brushes against his. “Start counting and let’s find out.”
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unjorts · 9 months
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clockin' out for the day :)
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realized i haven't posted this anywhere yet whoopsies,, the bad habit of hoarding my art strikes again
if i remember correctly, i think the inspo for this one was bc i walked past a dad taking his kid to school and thought it would be fun to try n draw :)
+ bonus teru w/ my hair & a terumob as yokoo and satou (tbhk) i drew for one of my besties :) [below the cut]
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get-rammed · 8 months
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Over a year and a half later and I finally bring yous the base Handlers
None of their relations to the bots are romantic. Some are very familial or aggressive, and some are just friend or work level.
Friend/work - Maya-Chica, Dawn-Daycare Attendant, Rodney+Rhonda-DJMM
Familial - Cynthia-Foxy, Julie-Bonnie, Matt-Roxy
Aggressive - Jacob-Monty, Tyler-Freddy
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angelpuns · 10 months
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knocks on your door i have a fake fanfic title:
"Big, broken, Red heart"
My immediate thought is Future! Raph comic?? I've only seen like two of those smh HE DESERVES FUTURE FICS TOO!!!!
anyway, maybe F!Raph survives and he gets to go back in time??? Anyway he saves the timeline or whatever but fnds it too painful to stay with his family, as much as he wants to. So it's more about wanting vs not wanting to stay kinda deal?? mannn thining about hwo differently he would handle saving the timeline than F! Leo or any of their other bros might. Like he grabs present Loe and is just like ' I don't blame you for this. We were just kids. I get it now - you're a great leader when you lead the way YOU want to' orrrr smthn lke that? Like F!Raph understands now that Leo wasn't jsut being a brat, he was scared asf and was trying to lead the only way he could think of!! I have many thoughts on their dynamic in the movie okay :)
I'm not v good at writing Raph but I'll give it a go:
Raph's footsteps echoed through the tunnels, far louder than they had in his youth. He wasn't too late. He wasn't too late to fix this!
He bounded into the lair, shouting carrying through the subway tunnels back to him. He remembered this. it was one of those things he'd been thinking about since the kraang had taken over. How he and Leo didn't have to fight like this. Sure, Leo was egging him on, but Raph knew better now. He understood Leo so much more now that his little brother was gone.
Raph stopped at the top of the stairs, breaths coming out ragged and shallow. CJ wasn't here yet. But then again, he probably didn't know how to get to the lair. Raph would have to find him later - he had to do this now. The key - as much as he wanted to go for it on his own - it could wait. It could wait for him.
The shouting stopped at his entrance, his heavy breaths and footsteps giving him away. He'd long lost the sight in his right eye, but he could still see the vague shapes of himself and his brothers. He'd know them anywhere.
They leapt into action immediately, but Raph was faster than he used to be, even if he was getting on in years.
Mikey was fast and unpredictable, whipping his chuks out and immediately going for the capture. Raph knocked them away easy, grabbing the youngest out of the air and tossing him away. He was holding back, just a little. He didn't want to hurt them, after all. Leo was on him immediately, kicking off of his arm, portaling behind him and going for the back shot. Raph heard the static of the portal before it appeared, turning and grabbing Leo's outstretched leg. He flung him away, too, the slider crashing right into..himself. Younger Raph.
Donnie was suddenly in his face, his bo whipping through the air with a sharp sound and landing a blow on Raph's arm. It was sort of like being hit with a cardboard tube - he'd lost feeling in that arm years ago. He grabbed the bo and spun, Donnie backwards several feet and landing easily.
" Who are you!? How'd you find this place?" Donnie snarled, Leo reappearing next to him, " I didn't get any kind of notifications - the security system should have alerted us and lasered you into pieces!"
(mehhh idk what to put here)
Raph sighed deeply, his breath crackling in his chest. He squeezed Leo's shoulders, marveling at how tiny he used to be.
"Leo. Nothing that happens today is your fault. You can't take all the blame when Raph was arguin' back just as hard.." he chuckled, watching Leo's face change as he spoke, " You were just a kid. Hell, we were all just kids thrown into a shitty situation..."
He swallowed thickly, unsure what to say. He'd always been shit at pep talks.
" Look, you got a good head on your shoulders. You lead however ya need to and Raph will back off a little....he's just scared, Lee. And I know you are, too"
Raph pulled him into a tight hug, Leo's arms hesitantly coming up and squeezing him back. Raph turned to his past self. H looked tired. Did Raph himself always look that tired?
He guessed it was the burden of responsibility from a young age, Yeah, that would tire anyone out.
"c'mere, kiddo" Raphael pulled his past self into a hug, the fact that he was so small comapred to Raphael making something fragile in his chest curl up and cry a little. Right, they were all just kids.
" I'm sorry ya had to carry everyone like that...I know how hard it is. Leo's gonna be a fine leader, okay? Just..learn ta talk to him" He murmured, " I know we've never been great at that kinda thing, but he'll get it. I promise he'll get it"
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backintimeforstuff · 30 days
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Not me sitting down thinking oooh what if i wrote a txf second world war au before remembering that they actually already did that for real-
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archiarthur · 2 years
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I promise I'm working on my Swapfell-
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Got a color touchup on my Mew Ichigo tattoo as an xmas gift to myself 🍓
I liked the look of the white ink for this tattoo when I originally got it, but it faded too quickly this summer. Time to go a bit more pink 💖
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cuppacats · 27 days
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kradogsrats · 6 months
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tfw you write something meant to be cute and fluffy and then read back over it like “… okay maybe this is a thing I should go to therapy about”
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kaykaymcdoogle · 7 months
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20000dollarnosebleed · 8 months
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To any mutuals who have seen me get into danganronpa over the past few months, no you didn’t and also I’m sorry
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angelpuns · 3 months
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Two competitions???
YE P
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miraiq · 16 days
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How should one act when faced with the dead..? | @crimsonbesotted spoilers for 2.1
This.. wasn't right. There's no way it could be really happening.. They were allies now, though slightly reluctant out of the method in which they became such, weren't they..? So why.. why was Aventurine calling out for a fight on a live broadcast? Why was Aventurine outing Caelus as a being hosting a Stellaron to the habitants of Penacony? Sure the blond had known of Caelus' true nature, having called him out on it in private almost as if as a threat, but the Trailblazer never imagined that it would be placed out on the gambler's table with all his other cards, being made public. Then Aventurine starts to fight them? So are they no longer companions? Guess not anymore, what with all the vicious strikes the silver has to block with his lance lest he or his Express Crew family be severely injured. The lad just simply could not wrap his head around the twists and turns and lies being put on the forefront.. guess that's why he's not one in charge of strategy huh.
The fight doesn't last long, but it's lengthy enough that Caelus feels the exhaustion catching up to him, using his lance to keep him at the very least standing. The silver is just about to muster up his energy to take another go at trying to land an impactful hit against Aventurine when he hears a woman's deep voice behind him.. one that he recognizes as Archeron, or the "Emanator" as the blond had put it. He processes her saying "I'm sorry" before he feels his body tense up and ends up passing out.
It's a weird sensation.. glancing around a blank and dark space surrounding two individuals that are so tiny one can't make out the identities, almost as if watching them from a birds' eye view. He can't hear what's being said, nor does see what's going on between them. Caelus does however catch very quick glimpses at paused memories, as if staring at a picture- but it's just blurry enough to not be able to pick out the details and it's frustrating. He feels like screaming. Screaming so loud that someone would get fed up and just tell him what the hell was going on. Before he can though, the silver can tell that a third party has joined the other two that were standing, and all color seems to fade out into black nothingness.
He startles awake, eyes jumping open as his breathing is rapid and out of control. Further confused, and now disoriented along with feeling like he got hit by another tram car (and once was enough thank you), Caelus holds his head as he scans around the area trying to figure out just where he was now. The area is familiar enough, as it was the same place they were at when he had fallen unconscious (or so he assumes had happened)-- but there's a significant change. The sky.. is no longer colorful and sparkling... now it's bleak and grey and there's a large red slash through the dome of the theater. When did that happen..? He'd remember such destruction occurring if it was during the fight--- wait... what happened to the fight? It seemed he wasn't the only one that was affected, as March, Himeko, and Welt were all similarly on the ground and not awake- though alive, he can tell.. but where we the other two? Where was Acheron and Aventurine? What the hell just happened? We're they just all in one big dream together about fighting the individual they had all agreed to co-operate with..? Before Caelus could even process that thought and accept it as what had occurred, the lad let his gaze fall from the broken dome framing the sky to the stage on the ground where he saw a recognizable light blue color in the shape of a circle surrounded by smaller circles-- his heart stopped. He knew what that was.
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" No... No way..... No no nononono-- "
Scrambling to his feet, Caelus dashed as fast as his aching feet could move him, pushing passed a few individuals who were seemingly working on cleaning up the area and fix the damage, before dropping to his knees right in front of the floating object. A dream bubble.. What was worse? The semi clear liquid staining the floor just underneath it.. the same exact secretion that was produced when Caelus had watched Firefly----
" No.. No it wasn't.. wasn't supposed to be like this.. "
They could have talked things out-- could have cleared up misunderstandings, could have brought the Family to justice like they planned.. not.. not this. Hands frantically pat around the puddle, hoping it to be fake-- a prop made for the stage.. surely that was it.. yeah... had to be.. He felt a disturbed laugh catch in his throat, hands come up for him to stare at the liquid dripping down his forearms- the tears hanging at the corners of his eyes burning his soul. Something starts moving towards him, and it takes a moment through the fuzzy lining of his vision, shaking hands hesitantly reaching for the Dream Bubble that was drifting down. The moment it gets close enough, the light inside the circle pulses like a resting heartbeat as it collides with Caelus' body, his entire being going cold.
All those blurry images that had flashed to him were now clear.. It showed him what had occurred just out of his reach, showed him pain that he would never be able to understand, showed him just how far one man was willing to go to win his gamble. How far one man would go to have his freedom. Teardrops gathering on his eyes fell freely now, no longer able to hold himself together as he leans forward, curling in on himself as sobs shake his very core. All Caelus can do is pathetically wail out-- to whom? The Aeons? What could they do when the damage has already been done?
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" Why... Why didn't you.. you just.. tell me... Why, you--- "
Lad chokes with the constriction of his throat, fighting against himself to be able to even breathe properly. Is that why Aventurine had acted the way he did..? Made it so they wouldn't be devasted should he not come out alive at the end of his game? Is that why there was so much uneasy back and forth of trying to gain their trust but also keep them at a distance so they never learned more than what the gambler had wanted them to know?
" We would have helped.. from the beginning.. if you just.. told us the truth.. you could still be.. be.... I'm so sorry.. I should have agreed to co-operate with you sooner.. maybe then.. then you ... you wouldn't.... "
Arms encircle it's own body, attempting the mimic of comfort that the lad so desperately needed while trying to hold onto what remained of the dream bubble. He'd seen to much tragedy since first waking up all those months ago.. Too many deaths had he witness, or even assisted reluctantly in, since the moment that the Express stepped foot onto Penacony.. Some land of wonderful dreams and harmony. What a joke.. It was then Caelus had come to a decision. Though Aventurine painted himself in a villainous light, Caelus now knew the truth.. and he was going to preserve that truth. He will not let the man go down in history with such a stain when he knew it was all just a show.. a play, extravagant and over the top, all while being watched on the stage of Penacony.
Hiccups interrupt his new mantra every few repeats, shoulders slumped and shivering as lad shakes his head in disbelief.
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" I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry I'm sorry-- "
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deadlvng · 1 month
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✍🏼 invest in waterproof splash blanket ✍🏼
for…science of course
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a bird is tracking my location
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