#multishiper noises

[blueiight]

“Sweet dusky Louis, easy to love easier to abandon…” are you trying to kill me? 🥲🥲 you pointed a spear into my heart with that one 😭😭😭

i wish i had that way w words im afraid its me paraphrasing sections of the vampire armand, namely how armand regards louis..some more higlights.

I did not love those decadent and cynical French mummers. [referring to the Theatre des vampires.] Those I had loved, and those who I could love, were, save for Louis de Pointe du Lac, utterly beyond my grasp. [louis was someone armand loves! and the only one armand, at the time, felt that he could possess.]

I must have Louis, that was my injunction. I knew no other. So I did not interfere when Louis incinerated the Coven and the infamous theatre, striking, at the risk of his own life, with flame and scythe at the very hour of dawn.

…

Louis, my companion, dried up of his own free will, rather like a beautiful rose skillfully dehydrated in sand so that it retains its proportions, nay, even its fragrance and even its tint. …

Louis de Pointe du Lac, already described, but always fun to envisage … Louis, whose green eyes are soulful, the very mirror of patient misery, soft-voiced, very human, weak, having lived only two hundred years, unable to read minds, or to levitate, or to spellbind others except inadvertently, which can be hilarious, an immortal with whom mortals fall in love. … Louis, who has never vanished, who has always been known to others, who is easy to track and easy to abandon, Louis who will not make others after his tragic blunders with vampiric children, Louis who is past questing for God, for the Devil, for Truth or even for love. Sweet, dusty Louis, reading Keats by the light of one candle. …

several pages later, now describing something else entirely but never failing to invoke ‘sweet gentle Louis and the doomed child’ ‘Beloved Louis’

#yn. #yn answers #deromoh #tvc #tva #armand #louis de pointe du lac #Beloved louis he even says. #the girls will read this & somehow conclude armand only liked louis cuz of lestat #my stance on vc multishipping is that it should be a revese harem for amc louis #And no. its not cuz i self insert into louis (gagging noise ew). im armand. the creepy deranged yandere

[jrueships]

Kyle/jimmy not a valid ship? [sad jimmy noises]

STFU JIMMY LMFAO 😭😭😭

#[SAD JIMMY NOISES] imm OUUUTAA HEREEE 😭😭 #but no TRRRUST ME it IS .. it Is 😈 #JUST IN THE LAND OF KYLE/DEMAR IT CANNOT BE UNLESS THE OT3 IS IN MOTION !!! #but in any other land it is all fair game ! #do not be afraid of the limitless possibilities that come with multishipping #ANYTHING IS POSSIBLEEE <- i feel like that phrase ive heard it on tv somewhere but idk from who or what commercial #but it had to be from a sportsperson ?? i think #ANYWAYS i love kyle/jimmy <33 #i love seeing kyle fuckin around n findin out #findin out jimmy is no service top i mean #like he wont carry you to bed short king.. face that wall kyle #ALSO that jimmy alt ship ask was for rarepair branchers to solve jimmys lust for a married man #do NOT worry kyle/jimmy is VERY valid #..... as long as demar is currently existing on another plane of existence #or with his own new boo ! #ted asks #what do you think sad jimmy noises sound like..? #like... waaaa committmeeeent wAAA #or waaa ive been abstaining from s*x against my will waaa why doesnt this married man want me waaaaa it's like hes married or smthing ☹️ #kyle/jimmy #check the kylejimmy tag if u want some content ! i think ive said sum things! it's a good ship!!!!

[nullians]

Sometimes I forget that shipping an ot3s is already a rather niche thing and then I look at my ot5 and have to laugh

#me: why is nobody (but Cel) making this work #also me when I remember that most people don’t want to acknowledge the multiship baiting promo arts: #aaand that they don’t see them as found family who is also kind of into each other: #*cricket noises* #d0 stuff #the ninja kids

[chaifootsteps]

Hi!! Same anon with a foot in the fandom and the shipping servers of hazbin here! (The one who told you about how everyone of the creative side that ISN'T always blowing steam up Dani's ass, HATES HER GUTS). Literally, SO MANY active people in the fandom have her quietly muted. Another fun fact, Husker//dust is actually one of THE MOST DEVISIVE ships in the fandom. Hazbin fandom is sort of broken up into ships. Husker//dust is the loudest but NOT the biggest: just look at AO3: Radio//dust fics: 2,024 Husker//dust fics:  809 

Val//vox: 583 Radio//husk: 504 It's not overwhelmingly more popular than any other ship.

Here is the issue, for as many people that ADORE Husker//dust, it is as many people's ALL TIME NOTP. I can't tell you how many creators i know who have had both the word and tag blocked for years (and have been PISSED the last year how the husker//dust people stopped tagging their ship because they were "sure it was cannon so everyone just has to deal with it."

It isn't just a petty ship war reason, most hazbin fans are very pro multiship. It's the fact that the spindle crew's love of husker//dust lead to all of the fandom's number 1 bullies and bootlickers to hop on that bandwagon. The husker//dust fandom is UNBEARABLE to interact with because it has captured all of the cloutchasers, Viv ass blowers, fandom police and 13 year olds in the greater hazbin fandom and put them in one place. It is single handedly the most toxic section of the Hazbin fandom. By having it blocked people like dani just DISAPPEAR out of your feed. (unless you also follow sto//litz) A lot of creators have had very personal negative interactions with the Husker//dust fandom and it soured the ship for them (even if they were once into it). They used to regularly hop onto other ships' fan art and say "do husker//dust next!" there was an OVERWHELMING wave of fandom harassment in 2020-2021 lead by people with husker//dust bios explaining why all other ships that weren't cha//ggie and husker//dust were problematic and bad (and they did this by harassing some of the BIGGEST artists and writers from other ships. Constantly. In call outs, in the comments of their works, using their ship tags, etc) Tiktok was FULL of videos making fun of all ships but Husker//dust while literally stealing fanart of creators to make fun of their ships. (examples of videos: a HUGE radio//duster's gorgeous ship art over a soundtrack of barfing noises or with cartoon edits of characters like sponge bob pointing at the art and freaking out about how hideous it is)

I see a lot of people upset with the art style of the new show, a lot of people upset about the voice actors, a lot of people upset about the direction of the plot but you'd be surprise how many people are okay with all of that but their ONE straw for dropping the series was 'if husker//dust became cannon or teased and I can't avoid it's fandom anymore on twitter' So tl:dr: promoting one ship after letting the fandom go unchecked and wild for 4 years wasn't the great show promotion they thought it was either. I think they thought it was THE favourite ship of the fandom simply because they are the loudest and most drama prone and because Viv only follows the accounts that idolize her and therefore ship Husker//dust because it was the 'most likely ship to be cannon compliant and GOD FORBID you ship something that isn't cannon or part of Vivzie's grand vison)

Well...shit! Looks like we're about to get Stolitz 2.0

Everyone cross their fingers and pray that the comparison ends exactly there, because if one of these characters extorts sex out of the other, I don't know what we're all going to do.

#Anonymous #vivziepop fandom #viv stuff #actual blog post

[kylo-wrecked]

19. how many serious relationships has your muse been in? are they experienced or inexperienced when it comes to dating? SPILL THE TEA ON ALL THE GUYS

{ 🍵 You know you want: ALL THE GUYS }

*all muses are multiship. mentioning a few of youses muses cos i feel it's important.

🫗 music!ben 

He is experienced, and he enjoys new experiences, sensual/sexual encounters included. However, as you can imagine, Music!Ben bores easily, and as a jumper, tends to keep a few sex partners at once. Music!Ben really doesn’t like to be alone. (* Unlike the other Bens, he is most comfortable surrounded by people, and things, and noise. The ‘biz’ is his war zone. *) Thankfully, he’s responsible about the physical aspects of sexual health, but he doesn’t like his partners knowing about each other and won’t tell one partner whether or not or who else he’s seeing unless directly asked. 

That’s the thing, too. A lot of his dates wind up being sex. If not sex dates, drink dates. Maybe dinner dates, maybe something completely random. Oddly, he won’t usually take his dates to shows. Going to shows is a serious enterprise and he doesn’t need someone hanging on his arm when he’s stalking Beck. (Who he hates.) 

Serious relationships? Three, and at least two were genuine and reciprocal. One with a Scandinavian avant-garde artist named Susanoo, one with indie folk singer Rey, and one with none of your fucking business. 

He’s deeply committed, maybe too much so. He can spin into obsession, he can be possessive. He never cheats. 

☕️ modern!ben 

Never cheats. Having his heart shattered in California was a learning experience. He left an attempt at a life with another human being in San Fransisco, or at least within a few dozen miles of San Fransisco. That makes one serious relationship, ended. 

Apart from that, there was an attempt. He fancied one of his childhood friends, Marciela Hodgson, who rejected him with a little laugh. Modern!Ben has never recovered from this. He should probably stop being friends with Marci. 

In other threads, in other futures, he’s involved with his best friend Beth in what mun and muse believe to be quite a serious relationship. In another world, with Brunnhilde, who even follows him across oceans. In another, he’s reconnected with the childhood crush, Shiloh, and in yet another, he’s just slept with his friend Rashad, and he’s confronting his interest in exploring sexual intimacy with men. 

Many of his partners/subjects of affection are friends first, which must mean he’s good at finding fun and interesting things to do around cities, or, or that he’s somewhat tolerable, and they’re awfully patient.

🍺 ex-con!ben 

Nope. 

All right, well. He’s committed to someone named Beth. That’s one world, one dream. Then he. Well, he might have taken a shining to a guy named Tony, but that’s not… 

He doesn’t know a lot of people.

So. So, no. 

🧊 smuggler!ben

Can’t answer his comm right now. He’s left a note. 

It’s practically illegible. It may say,

“Trapped in sham marriage with the Inujan Queen send help.” 

Or it may say, 

(He doesn't know any Tynnans)

“No time to explain!” 

🍷 ren

Lifelong sacrament to the Ren doesn’t typically include dating.

@birkenzeisig

#birkenzeisig #sunday funday #music!verse headcanons #modern!verse headcanons #excon headcanons #soft!ren headcanons #dark!ren headcanons #smuggler!verse headcanons

[ajaxpilled]

i loovvee multishipping but all of my non shipper friends are tired of my bs lol .. zhongxiao goes SOO hard they are everything to me !!!!! when you get a sec, do you have any thoughts on them in regular or kink context? o.o i love them smm

fuck ur friends i wanna hear it all ‼️‼️

i have sooo many thoughts on them pre archon war altho most of it is kind of not Usual Content for this blog sorry </3

xiao being in debt to zhongli as a young yaksha who has just been saved and being so eager to impress and please him. eating dishes he knows won't agree with his stomach when he orders a table laden with food or holds a feast, holding his gurgling stomach under the table and suppressing sickened hiccups, intent on listening to his saviour's words - usually whatever he's bragging about to his guests. he forces a nod when zhongli asks if he's enjoying his food, but can't hide the pale complexion of his face, the loud noises his stomach is making. the liyuen archon pulls him onto his lap like a pet, rubbing his full stomach gently and continuing conversation with his guests like nothing has changed. despite being too sick to truly care, xiao can't help but feel a little embarrassed - but soon learns zhongli and the company he keeps do not care, and rather, zhongli is quite proud that his yaksha will eat foods that make him ill just to please him.

outside of this, xiao was adverse to having his stomach rubbed at first (it was undignified and childish) but he soon comes to find belly rubs feel warm and enjoyable when he stops his protesting and relaxes into them. whether he's exhausted after battle, feeling low, has eaten too much or eaten disagreeable food for guests, or simply craves affection, he slides into zhongli's lap and guides his firm, gentle hands to his tummy, the deep and gentle circles or soft side to side motion sending him into a dozy state of bliss. he feels safe; cared for. like he can be vulnerable. he kneels on the floor beside his throne or chair, gladly accepting the occasional head pat and words of praise for being so patient as he waits for zhongli to finish with his work.

xiao starts showing him more physical affection in return - he is a god after all, used to living in spoiled indulgence; and xiao was forever indebted to him even before they began a relationship of such kind. he rubs his head and scratches his scalp, washes his gold streaked hair as they bathe together and battles anybody who dares challenge him. he brings him back precious weapons and trophies of brutal enemies felled on the battlefield, skilled musicians and herbal teas, fine clothes and rare flowers and delicious food, providing him a life of sweet decadence. he sits on his knee and feeds him each bite at mealtimes, zhongli's hand on his back as his lips close around the food until he's all too full. instead his tongue licks the leftovers off of xiao's fingers, licks into his mouth, and his wandering hands pull him closer onto his lap and let him do all the work.

they grow distant after the archon war. hedonistic lifestyles are long forgotten, liyue changes drastically and so does xiao, withdrawing into isolation and a life of karmic debt. it's centuries later that they meet again at lantern rite - zhongli is older now. humble and soft-spoken and happy to be living an anonymous life almost bare of the luxuries he once had, and are, xiao presumes, long forgotten. but as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, forced to eat complex spiced dishes, an arm wraps around his waist and a hand is placed on his tight stomach, gentle and firm as ever before.

their relationship is somewhat similar this time around, but full of small differences. zhongli's bragging about his country has turned to long ramblings about liyuen culture out of pure interest alone (some people find this boring - xiao never does. he is quiet after all, and somebody has to fill the silence). xiao is still proud, still hides when he is sick like he did in the very beginning, still accepts dishes he can't handle instead of refusing them in the first place - not to impress zhongli this time, but to share in his passion for liyue's heritage. smiles and nods and eats more until he can't do so any longer. he excuses himself to the bathroom to catch his breath and make himself throw it up, emptying himself of all the sickening food. he feels a little naive and embarrassed when zhongli finds out he still can't stomach the meals he eats for him, and asks after all this time? i'm no god who needs to be catered to anymore, with a pitiful smile and gentle hand on his sensitive stomach.

xiao doesn't care for his status. he saved him once, and with that freedom, is always saving him for the rest of his life without even knowing. he brings him gifts. flowers and wooden carvings and pretty feathers. he braves the city for him, bustling crowds of mortals and foreign noises and textures and smells so he can visit him during work hours or wander the stalls together. they curl up together in wangshu inn, intertwined as equals now, and feed each other small bites between soft smiles and quiet conversation.

each relationship has its differences, maintains the same small details - and xiao would take either one any day, because his karmic debt doesn't hurt with zhongli. because he has been granted freedom by the previous archon of contracts, and with his freedom, this is what he will choose to do every time.

#soft dom #if you were one of those who Did Not Like the thxma fic i linked months ago maybe dont read 😭 #emeto #stuffing #x/iao gains a lil weight as healing club 🙏🙏 #team give x/iao a tummy #okay i will stop #train ride rambling again !! #gen

[gh0stedcl0wn]

Sinister

Age: 21 Sexuality: Bisexual(Male leaning) Gender/Sex: Male Relationship: Multiship Short Bio: Sinister is a thinly built ink demon toon, who spent half his life on the streets of New Ethor City. He was taken in by Bubblegum and Magnus, giving him a permanent home. He's the quiet type and is typically seen lurking in the corners of the bar, away from all the people and noise.

#c: sinister #character refs #longforgottenau #art #batim oc #artists on tumblr #digital art #bendy oc #bendy and the dark revival #batim bendy #batdr #batim #my art #oc art #my oc

[sapphire-weapon]

I always wondered why some people are scared of multi shipping. Is it because they think a character shouldn't have more than one important person in their life or it goes deeper than that?

Like, in my mind, shipping one pairing shouldn't stop someone from enjoying another that has the same character involved. It leaves alot of things to be explored and alot of different dynamics, right?

And when it comes to eagleone for me, I'm not gonna sulk because it's over, I'm gonna be happy and cherish that at least something happened and i was indulged, even for a moment, it all counts.

People are scared of multishipping because they see everything as a threat to their ship. It's a huge insecurity thing.

Xeno also went on a good rant not long ago -- and I'll have to look for it when I get home, but -- about how people on the internet think that if two characters kiss, then they're in a devoted, monogamous, true love situation that will end in marriage. And he wasn't even talking about RE at all. But it's this very weird, puritan mindset that there's exactly only one type of relationship that exists in the world, and that's very much not the case.

It also comes part and parcel with the fact that people -- like aeons -- don't fucking care about the story that the characters are in or storytelling at all. They care about playing Barbie, and everything else around those barbies is just noise to be ignored. So the idea that there could be someone else significant in a character's life is so far out of touch with how they interact with the canon that it comes off as annoying and frustrating for them.

[myheroanalysis]

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If you suffer from the following, My Hero Analysis may be right for you:

the urge to overanalyze MHA episode by episode

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multishipping

a hyperfixation so strong that Horikoshi might as well have you in a literal chokehold

Side effects may include:

crying over fictional teenagers

unbridled thirst for buff anime ladies

goat noises

Yearning™

crack ships (#stainmight)

a splash of social commentary, as a treat

Stop taking My Hero Analysis if you experience any of the following:

being underage

workplace environments

(No but forreal, our content is super NSFW and we’re proud of that, so do what you want but proceed at your own risk)

Go beyond, plus ultra, and thirst responsibly! Thanks for listening!

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bhna #my hero analysis #anime podcast #shonen #anime #manga

[heliacalxrising]

QUESTIONS & ANSWERS જ⁀➴

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Oh I always tend to gravitate towards clearly neurospicy men with simping tendencies.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

There is very little I wouldn't write, but that's because dark content has helped me process my own trauma and anger issues, all with the blessings of a psychiatrist I was seeing at the time when I turned to fiction as catharsis.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Oh I'm just a slut for angst/whump. But I also love fluff and romance.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Much like Athena popping out of Zeus' head fully formed, some of my headcanons spring forward the same way. Other times, I'm inspired by fanfics or other shows I've watched. Sometimes they come to me when I'm plotting stuff with mutuals.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Oh fuck, I need noise. I'm such an ADHD case, if there's silence, I can't focus.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I mostly wing them, but there's nothing wrong with plotting, especially if the thread is one of those "spanning weeks/months" kind of storylines. Sometimes it's just nice to know what the end goal is. Sometimes it's fun seeing what I can come up with off the top of my head.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I am the captain of a full armada. The joys of multishipping mean I don't get involved in ship wars, I just hoard them, like a dragon hoards their riches.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Hardy! I also go by Bambi, courtesy of my boyfriend hehe

ᴀɢᴇ?

Late twenties

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

May 3rd

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Black, rose red, pink, dark foresty greens

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

You can't expect me to choose, I have so many songs in my Amazon library. Kind of obsessed with Noah Kahan tho...

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Poor Things. I swear to fuck, I thought I was having a fever dream. I couldn't even turn it off, I was too bamboozled.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Ghost Adventures. I see you judging me. Stop it.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Labour (The Cacophony) by Paris Paloma

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Kraft Spirals Macaroni and Cheese. Yes, it has to be spirals.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Fall! I love when it gets chilly. Perfect hoodie weather.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Does my boyfriend count? @minxchester

Swiped from: @taleswritten Tagging: Whoever wants to!

#ooc;; #dash games;;

[augment-techs]

A sort of-kind of review for Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: Darkest Hour #118. Kinda. Spoilers below the cut, because this issue was...kind of impressive. Ish.

Due to @ikindamaybewanthertositonmyface bringing to my attention that I should really read the latest Darkest Hour issue, I have pulled a speed run and...have some feelings...

I'm ALMOST 80% sure that this is Boom!'s way of saying that Coinless Trini is queer, for which we might all give infinite thanks. If she's not an old lesbian, she's at LEAST an old bisexual. Either is good and I will TAKE IT. Even if the implications moving forward aren't great.

On the one hand, the Tommy & Rita team-up is something that does mean that maybe we the audience will get to see Rita grow into Mystic Mother of her own volition; but on the other hand, if Tommy goes down into the road to forgiveness and ACTIVELY tries to bring her into the light, I am going to be sick.

Okay...I am more alright with Slayer Kim still having obvious Drakkon issues if it means Tommy gets to get tossed around like a ragdoll--but like, with good intention. This was kind of funny.

*Deep, Deep Breath* GROW YOUR FUCKING SKIN BACK AND I WILL BE MORE THAN OKAY WITH YOU TWO HOOKING UP. PLEASE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LET THIS UNION BE COMFORTABLE. Anything is better than going into a marriage because of a roofie. PLEASE.

I'm gonna say it: Trini actually looks really good in red. It FITS.

Also, one million points for giving both Trini/Zack and Omega OT3 shots for those in the fandom that multiship and just LOVE these babies being in shot together. I miss them as a unit. They fill each other out.

....I imagine this is very much what others wanted to alert me to. And when I read it the first time I was over the moon. I made the most stupid fucking noise ever when I got down to Jason saying what these two DESERVE to hear. He's met their Coinless counterparts, he knows what they're capable of being, he is a leader and a shine can recognize a shine. But. Then I read it again. And again.

They are training to back up the Rangers if the fight comes to Earth and the fucking lava zombies come knocking. Zelya has just cast a very dark shadow of doubt and fear in their awareness of the Rangers knowing her and not being able to contact her. Bulk speaks the truth. Coinless Bulk is locked up for who the hell knows why with Scorpina and the others, and Coinless Skull is still missing in action AS a lava zombie.

I am...so scared for them.

#boom! comics power rangers #darkest hour issue 118 #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #World of the Coinless Trini #Omega Ranger Trini #Omega Ranger Zack Taylor #Rita Repulsa #Lord Zedd #Jason Scott #taylor earhardt #terona washington #Zelya of Eltar #Tommy Oliver #Ranger Slayer Kimberly Hart #a kind of review #Farkas Bulk Bulkmeier #Eugene Skull Skullovitch

[thyra-athenor]

Thyra's Character Sheet

Basics:

Name: Thyra Athenor

Aen Elle Name: Inra Breac Glas

Nicknames: -

Birth Place: Tir-Na-Lia

Birth Year: -

Birth Order: Second Child

Family Situation: Adopted by Humans

Visual Age: 25

Age: 150

Social Class: Lower Class

Appearance:

Height: 5’7

Build: Lean, Lithe

Race: Elf

Ethnicity: Aen Elle

Hair Color: Copper Red

Hair Style: Curly and left long

Eye Color: Gray

Eye Shape: Hooded, Almond

Distinguishing Marks: Freckles

Skin: Fair, normal

Hands: Thin fingers, round nails, calloused fingers

Scars: A few on her hands from her work as an herbalist

Types of Clothes: A green dress that is relatively modest

Clothes Appearance: Neat and orderly

Feet Appearance: Always in shoes- flats or boots

Mannerisms: Twirling curls on fingers, humming to fill silence

Usual Accessories: A silver medallion with an emerald in the center, a dagger on her hip.

About:

Alignment: Lawful Good

Occupation: Herbalist

Canon Love Interest: Eskel

RP Love Interest:

Multiship: Yes

Sexuality: Pansexual

Likes: Herbs, Dandelions, Reading, Gardening, Outdoors, Pine Smell, Swans, Drying Herbs, Sweet Berries, Pierogies, Mead, 

Dislikes: Lavender, Loud Noises, Boring Books, Borscht

Fears: Monsters, Witch Hunters, Radovid

Favorite Color: Green, Forest Green, Chartreuse, Any Shade of Green

Literature: Books on Herbalism and Gardening

Favored Expletives: Shit, Fuck, Gods be Damned

Manner of Transportation: Mostly by foot, occasionally on horseback

Hobbies: Gardening, Herbalism, Reading, Writing Poetry

Favorite Childhood Memory: Spending time traveling with her adoptive merchant parents through Temeria.

Least Favorite Childhood Memory: Almost being “kidnapped” by Novigrad guards who didn’t believe that Thyra was her adoptive parents' child. 

Personality:

Personal Triggers: -

Overused Phrase: Gods be damned, Fuck

Optimist or Pessimist: Optimistic

What makes them laugh out loud: Pun-y jokes, and dad jokes

Love Language: Physical Touch, Quality Time

Strongest Character Trait: Empathetic

Weakest Character Trait: People Pleaser

Greatest Fear: Being attacked by monsters or humans

Overrated Virtue: Righteous Indignation

Song: Aqua Regia - Sleep Token

Smell: Pine and herbs

Other:

Thyra is the sister to Eredin Breac Glas, though she doesn’t know it. 

She was abandoned in Temeria by her parents hiding her from her brother, when she was a baby. 

Thyra was found by a human couple who adopted Thyra, after waiting for days to see if anyone would return to claim the little elfling.

The Human couple found her to be a blessing of the Gods as they had been trying to have their own children to no avail. 

They gave her the name Thyra

Her adoptive parents are merchants, and she spent her childhood traveling around Temeria and different parts of the continents while her parents traded and bought things. 

Thyra and her family settle in a decent sized village, where she grows up to set up a successful herb shop. 

Her parents continue traveling and trading and visiting often. 

Thyra is a skilled Healer and Herbalist, and spends her time gardening or picking herbs or reading more about different healing techniques or gardening techniques. 

She is mostly accepted in her village, though there is a wariness most of the humans have of her. 

But that doesn’t deter Thyra and she does her best to make nice with the villagers and tends to them as necessary. 

Thyra isn’t just good at healing people, but she does try to expand her knowledge on how to care for animals as well to make sure the village stays running smoothly. 

Thyra doesn’t make much but it is enough to keep her little herb shop open and running and a roof over her head. 

Thyra can do a little bit of magic, but she keeps that underwraps as she doesn’t know how the villagers will take to it. 

But it is really basic things like bringing herbs back to life. 

Family and Relationships:

Varrel Athenor - Adoptive Father - Thyra has a very strong relationship with her adoptive father, and doesn't care much for the difference in their races. He loves her all the same and poured all his love into Thyra like she was his own. He taught her many things about trading, haggling, bargaining and so on so one day she could avoid getting swindled out of purse breaking prices. He also taught her a hard and strong work ethic.

Sophia Athenor - Adoptive Mother - Thyra is very close to her adoptive mother, and they also have a very strong relationship. Sophia never treated Thyra like she was any different. She taught her all the things she knew about herbalism when Thyra started to show an interest in it. She also taught her how to garden. Sophia was literate and made sure that Thyra was taught to read and write. To spend time together the two on their travels would gather herbs to make salves, tinctures, etc. to sell on their travels.

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GENERAL INFORMATION

NAME: Jaden Liam Grey NICKNAMES/TITLES: Hawk/Bro (Shale), Pretty Bird (Judas), Cranky Bird (Chaos), Agent/Captain Pierce (M.E.C.H. codename) SPECIES: Human AGE: 35 years old PRONOUNS: He/Him/His DATE OF BIRTH: May 14th NOTE-WORTHY ABILITIES: Highly skilled outdoors man, survivalist, mix of formal military and informal street hand-to-hand combat, flying on the Daedalus unit CURRENT RESIDENCE: A private residence in the mountainous outskirts of Las Vegas. OCCUPATION: M.E.C.H. scouting agent, currently working under the Gramps division. Job duties range from protecting the asset known as Dennis Wenny, training new recruits in specialized hand-to-hand combat as well as outdoor survival techniques, and co-captaining the forces alongside Captain Shale. AFFILIATIONS: M.E.C.H., the Autobots loosely speaking SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English primarily, Russian secondarily, Spanish tertiarily

PERSONALITY

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral with leanings on Lawful Neutral ASSETS: Daedalus, a crowbar, an EMP rifle, a hunting rifle, a shotgun of some variety, a sidearm pistol of some variety, two knives, fists, 2-3 motorcycles, a kitted SUV FLAWS: Prone to self-isolation when dealing with high stress, low self esteem, struggles with a lot guilt, shame, and self-loathing; a workaholic, holds grudges, very non-personable, wary/distrustful, stubborn, can't sleep LIKES: The outdoors and any related activities, savory flavors, vehicular activities, music, cats DISLIKES: Sweet flavors, crowded areas, noise outside of certain situations/scenarios like a concert or a club, cybernetics FEARS/PHOBIAS: Cybernetic technology, cryptids, his timeline's Silas

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY: The youngest of three children. His eldest sibling is Penny and the younger is Amber. He is the brother-in-law to Amber's wife, Crystal, and former brother-in-law to Penny's ex husband, Robert. Uncle to all of his sister's kids - Derek, Dennis, Jesse, and Ethan. Only son to parents. Beyond them, he has a loose emotional/familial tie to Shale. While she very much sees him as a brotherly figure, Jaden only vaguely sees her as a little sister but leans into the image to foster better relations between them. FRIENDS: Civilian friends have been cut off ever since he had to start living off the grid to avoid federal arrest. As of right now, Jaden has Shale, Silas/Gramps, Judas, and Hot Spot. ROMANTIC INTEREST: Multiship friendly; In the baseline verse, there is Judas. In a variety of AUs, there is Judas and Hot Spot (seperately; not poly). ENEMIES: Achim and what remains of M.E.C.H. in his own timeline. OTHERS: Agent Fowler is vaguely aware of Jaden's reemergence into general society. He doesn't know what Jaden's aliases are or where exactly he's hiding, but he does know that Jaden is somewhere in the vicinity of Hot Spot and Dennis because Hot Spot has credited Jaden to a lot of the recently turned up, burnt, and trashed M.E.C.H. outposts scattered across the US. Robert has reported Jaden for being near/causing trouble for Dennis too, hence how Agent Fowler knows he's around the kid to some degree.

FACTS AND TRIVIA

Jaden narrowly survived the mass execution C.Y.L.A.S. performed on M.E.C.H. personnel after the success of his own life saving operation. This haunts Jaden deeper than he cares to admit and he has a bit of survivor's guilt from the whole experience, even though he doesn't wholly sympathize with his former coworkers.

He has an undiagnosed and untreated case of arthritis in his right shoulder. The trigger to pain flare ups are unknown but sleeping in his right side does seem to contribute into episodes.

All of his outdoors experience came from his work as a park ranger in the western United States. All combat experience came from recruitment training after he joined M.E.C.H..

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thunder

Written for @stitch1830 and @atla-multishipping-bingo for the prompt, Thunderstorm.

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Toph had never liked thunderstorms. Maybe it was because she was blind, and the sudden noise wasn’t something that could be tracked by her seismic sense. She knew when the storms were coming based off the electric, heavy feel the air took on, the way it smelled like hot metal. But the lightning flashes were lost on her (she could hardly fathom what those looked like), and the claps of thunder were unpredictable until they were cracking through the sky.

It was a fear she’d held onto clear into her adulthood. She always tried to be tough, never letting her weaknesses show. As the police chief of a young city that still felt the impacts from a century of war, she couldn’t allow herself to be weak.

But tonight, well, there was nothing that could be done for it.

She woke to the sound of thunder crashing. It sounded like it was right over the city. It was funny the way that storms sometimes crept up; Toph had felt no indications of an approaching storm earlier that evening.

Now her heart thumped hard against her ribcage, wondering when the next thunderclap would happen. She knew to count the beats between them to gauge the distance, but it was useless against actually predicting when it would happen, so what was the point?

Boom! Toph jumped, her heart startling in her chest. She rolled onto her side and reached out for the steady beat beside her, finding Kanto still sleeping soundly. She hated feeling weak but there were tears stinging in her eyes and she was scared. Scared of a little thunder, the greatest earthbender who ever lived.

“Kanto,” she whispered, shaking him gently.

He stirred immediately, shifting in the bed. “Mmf, Toph?” His voice was thick with sleep and immediately soothed her.

“There’s a thunderstorm,” she whispered as she wiggled closer to him.

“‘Mere,” he mumbled as he slipped his arm around her shoulders and brought her to his chest. Thunder tumbled again; quieter now than before. “I’ve got you.”

Toph laid her head down on his chest, focusing on the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart. It was comforting and allowed her to think about something other than the next thunder. Spirits, sometimes she wondered what life was like before Kanto was in it, but for the most part she was glad she didn’t remember.

“I love you,” she whispered.

She felt his lips on her hair. “I love you too.”

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....not just one of your toys. stranger things oc. 18+. multiship / verse. written by yve, she/her, 30s. nsfw will be present, you've been warned...

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aren't we just terrified?

vampire!steve harrington multiship • 4/? • 11,083 words This girl must have muscles of solid iron, because no matter how hard Jonathan tugs at her, she refuses to budge. It’s awful. Steve is screaming these horrific, wailing cries like a hit cat on the side of the road, inches away from death and yet unable to die. They only grow worse by the second and Nancy is crying and Steve is bleeding everywhere and Jonathan, he- he knows what he has to do. (There are vampires in Hawkins. Go fucking figure.)

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Jonathan flicks his wrist and the knife slides out from his sleeve. He throws the sheath away, wrings an arm around the girl’s neck and, as he holds the blade to her throat, he begs whatever higher power exists that he’ll be forgiven for what he’s doing.

The girl growls, caught off guard, but it’s too late; Jonathan wraps his hand around the other end of the blade and throws his weight back, grunting. The creature’s noises turn quickly to something like garbled choking as the knife carves right through her neck. 

It catches on the bone of her spine—won’t go any further. Jonathan grits his teeth, tightens his grip around the blade cutting into his palm, and jerks it back with a strained cry. It takes his boot, shoving her forward into the knife, to finally break through the solid bone of her spine and the last of the flesh of her neck. Her growling goes silent. Her body falls to the ground, deadweight, as her head hits the forest floor in a weak splatter of blood. Her eyes stay glued to him, wide-eyed as if betrayed; or, maybe, angry, like she might jump to her feet and tear his throat out.

She doesn’t move. Steve does. 

He’s on his knees, forehead pressed to the dirt as blood gushes from his neck in rhythmic bursts between his fingers. The veins in his throat are violently red and spreading like the threatening fingers of an infection; Jonathan is stunned as he watches it spread across his face and down into the collar of his shirt.

“Steve,” Nancy is saying. Her voice is warped with tears, her hands shaking as she tries to pick his head up and fails. The screams have died into pained, wheezing gasps. “Steve, let me see, please.”

“‘t hurts,” he chokes out. 

Jonathan sinks to his knees next to him, hands uncertain. He doesn’t know if- if Steve would appreciate being touched by him. Nancy gets her hands on his shoulders and tugs him into her chest, gripping him white-knuckled as she sends Jonathan a wide-eyed look of panic. She glances down at where Steve’s hand grips his neck, and Jonathan understands. He settles a hand over Steve’s and tucks his fingers in, pulling Steve’s hand back even as the other boy resists every inch. He manages to get Steve’s hand back enough to see the bite, and the way that the wound is already angry-red and quickly blackening steals his breath.

“What is it?” Nancy hisses. Steve’s hand has moved to grip her arm, digging into her skin so harshly it turns white.

“It burns!” Steve bites out.

“It’s turning black,” Jonathan says. His voice trembles. “And his veins, they’re red and it’s- it’s spreading.”

“Is it-?” Nancy goes suddenly silent as if afraid to say it aloud. When she speaks again, it’s very quiet. “Is it turning him?”

Before Jonathan can think of an answer, he hears leaves crunching, and the murmur of a radio. He looks up and over to see the same sleepy cop searching the woods with a flashlight, and he knows that they’ve stayed too long. Nancy has seen him, too; she passes Steve off to him and collects their supplies in a hurry, skirting around the body of the creature as Jonathan eases an arm beneath Steve’s armpit and tries his best to haul him up. Steve groans and Jonathan shushes him, urging Nancy to hurry up with his eyes as the cop starts to loop closer. It’s only the setting sun and the dense trees that keep them hidden from view, but if they make too much noise- if they don’t hurry…

Nancy hesitates before leaving the body of the girl. After a moment, she yanks the camera from around Jonathan’s neck and takes a dozen pictures of the girl, before slinging the camera around her own neck and taking her place at Steve’s other side. 

It takes the two of them to carry his dead weight. Steve’s teeth are gritted so tightly that Jonathan can hear them grinding together. He stays silent as long as he can but the red veins are only growing faster, and Jonathan’s chest aches with guilt and sympathy every time he has to hush Steve. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, squeezing Steve’s ribs. “This is my fault, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“No, I shouldn’t have-” Nancy stumbles, choking on her words. “I never should’ve brought us out here, Steve, you were right, I-”

“You were doing the right thing!” Jonathan argues. “If I hadn’t lost my temper, he-”

“But he didn’t even want to come out, and I-”

“But if he wasn’t bleeding then-”

Their argument is lost when Steve suddenly goes limp in their arms, and his deadweight threatens to drag them both to the ground. “Fuck,” Jonathan hisses.

“What do we do?” Nancy asks, urgent and panicked. “He’s getting closer, we need to go!”

“Okay, just.” He cuts himself off, letting Steve slip fully to the ground. He shrugs the backpack off his back in one aggressive movement, letting it fall to the ground as he crouches by Steve’s crumpled body. It’s a bitch and a half to get Steve up and over his shoulder, but once he’s there, it’s easier to get an arm around his thigh in a fireman’s carry. His thighs shake and his shoulders strain when he stands, but he can see the house from here; he can make it if they hurry. “Can you carry the bag?”

Jonathan can already hear her tugging it on. “Yes, just go! I’m right behind you!”

That’s all the permission he needs. His first few steps are careful, calculated, but confidence starts to push him into motion when Steve doesn’t fall out of his grip. The cop’s car is abandoned when he passes it, leaving the trail into the Harringtons’ yard perfectly clear and unattended. He prays that nobody is around to see him race onto the property, but fear keeps him from checking; fear that the body on his shoulders will become a corpse if he waits even a second longer to get to safety. 

He has to let go of Steve’s wrist to fumble the door open, but as soon as he’s in, he’s beelining for the couch. Nancy slams the door shut behind him and locks it while Jonathan lowers Steve to the couch, staining the soft beige with blood. Steve’s expression has gone slack, eyebrows furrowed with pain even in his sleep. Blood slides down his neck, splatters against the couch cushion and- and burns through it. 

“Nancy,” he says, and then, more urgently, “Nancy!”

She’s at his side in seconds, and he points to the slow, sluggish drip of blood onto the fabric. Every drop sizzles when it hits the couch and burns its way down into the upholstery. He looks back up at Steve, the angry-red stain of his veins against his skin. 

“He said it burned,” Nancy whispers. “It’s- It’s burning him.”

“What does that mean? We didn’t read anything about that!” He touches a hand to Steve’s forehead, and it’s fever-hot. “Shit. Is he dying?”

“No,” Nancy says, too quickly. Her eyes are narrowed and her little hands are brushing through Steve’s hair almost frantically. “No, it might’ve- it might’ve infected him. It bit him. Is it- is it turning him?”

A twist of fear makes Jonathan’s body go numb. Absent of any other thought but then to deny her theory, he puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder and shakes. Steve groans, eyelids fluttering but refusing to open. 

“C’mon, Steve,” Nancy mutters. “Wake up, wake up…”

Another aggressive shake finally makes his eyes open. The whites of his eyes have gone pink with burst vessels, and when he looks around, it’s unseeing and hollow, like he doesn’t even know they’re there. Nancy breathes a tight sigh of relief; Jonathan is not as easily convinced.

“Steve?” She moves her hands from his hair to his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her. “Steve, can you hear me? Look at me, please.”

“Hurts,” is all he says, but when his lips part around the word, they can see the blood dyeing his lips and teeth dark red. Nancy’s eyebrows pinch with concern, and as Jonathan leans forward, she turns that look to him.

But Jonathan is looking at his mouth, and the blood. He knows Steve is going to hate this, but he has to see where he’s bleeding from. “I’m really sorry, Steve.”

Before either of them can guess what he’s about to do, he reaches forward and holds Steve’s chin in one hand. The other hand eases fingers into his mouth, slipping past blood and saliva to feel around the inside of his mouth. Steve tries to recoil, tongue rebelling against the intrusion, but Jonathan holds him still as he feels around for the source of the bleeding. His tongue isn’t cut, but there are two slits at the top of his mouth that bleed all over his fingers when he feels against them. Steve makes a noise of protest when Jonathan touches them.

“What is it?” Nancy asks, hushed.

“It’s, like…” He grits his teeth against the discomfort. His fingers are tingling uncomfortably as Steve’s blood starts to burn his skin, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to hold the other boy still. “Like, cuts? There’s something- it’s hard here.”

Almost like the thin length of a bird’s bone, wriggling and shifting in place every time he touches it. Without his intent, it starts to come forward and out, and if Jonathan squints at the inside of Steve’s mouth, he can see that the bone is tapered and sharp.

Nancy makes a surprised noise. “It’s like a snake fang?”

It drips when he touches it, and he hisses in pain when the liquid hits his finger and burns it. He yanks that hand out and Steve’s jaw shuts. Jonathan looks up at him as he wipes his hand off, about to apologize, when he realizes that Steve is looking at them—or, rather, him. Lips still parted and red, chest completely still, eyes wide and pupils so dilated they’re practically gone.

“Steve?” Nancy asks, trying to get his attention. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

Something prickles at the back of Jonathan’s neck. Something like foreboding.

“Steve?” Nancy tries again.

He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t move save for the twitch of his fingers, deadly still and silent like a cat ready to pounce.

And before either of them can react, he does.

Jonathan barely manages to catch Steve’s hands as the other boy lunges. His back hits the floor and Nancy shouts, recoiling, but Steve’s already snapping teeth at the rapidly shortening space between himself and Jonathan’s face. Jonathan strains with the effort of holding him back but it’s a losing battle.

“Nancy!” he grits out. “A little help, please?”

She throws an arm around Steve’s neck in a wrestler’s hold, throwing her weight back with a grunt. Steve barely budges; he’s okay for a guy his age, but he’s never been this strong. It takes the two of them just to slow him down. The entire time, pink-tinged saliva drips down from Steve’s bared teeth, hitting Jonathan’s cheek and burning his skin.

“You really think he turned?” Jonathan asks, strained. Steve jerks in his hold.

“Is this really what we want to be talking about right now?” Nancy cries.

“Well, if he turned, then he’s probably thirsty or something!” Jonathan hollers, shoving Steve back an inch that the other boy eats back up in seconds. He’s only a foot away from getting his teeth around Jonathan’s throat, and he needs to figure out whether it’s a good idea or not before he lets it happen. “Kick me the knife, please!”

“You’re fucking crazy, Jonathan Byers!” she accuses, but kicks him the knife anyways.

In a burst of movement, he switches both of Steve’s wrists to his one hand, grabbing the knife and shucking the sheath off. He only has seconds to do this; adrenaline pumps hot and heavy in his veins as he holds the tip of the blade to his throat and bares down. The sting is sharp, and as soon as the scent of blood hits the air, Steve’s struggling redoubles. He jerks out of Nancy’s hold, whining with a feral sort of desperation, but Nancy is quick to grab his hair in her fist.

“No bite!” she orders, harried and wild. “Drink!”

Steve grunts, and it must be enough of an agreement for Nancy as she lets him go. Even though every instinct in Jonathan’s body screams not to, he loosens his hold on Steve’s wrists enough for him to break free. In a heartbeat, Steve dives for his throat, latching onto the sluggishly-bleeding cut. 

Jonathan squeezes his eyes shut, half expecting to feel the sharp prick of teeth, but all he gets is Steve’s lips and a feeling like gentle tingling around the cut—like knowing a bug is crawling on you, and just waiting to see where it goes.

“Is he hurting you?” Nancy asks, hurried.

“No, he’s just-” Jonathan swallows, on edge. Steve has a hand on his jaw, another on his arm, but he’s not squeezing. Just holding. “He’s doing what you said.”

Nancy breathes a sigh of relief. She lowers herself to the floor in something more like a fall, hands shaking as she presses them to her face and sucks in deep breaths. She’s boneless against the couch, and for a long minute, they just sit in silence. Steve has gone calm and relaxed with blood on his tongue, sparing little else but an annoyed noise as Jonathan wraps arms around him and resituates them so he can sit up. Nancy looks up at him, an eyebrow raised, and he shrugs.

“It doesn’t hurt,” he says, like that’s the biggest concern here, and not the lapful of King Steve Harrington he’s got, right in front of his girlfriend. Who also maybe might be Jonathan’s new crush, not that he’d ever admit it out loud. 

Oh, yeah, and said boyfriend may or may not now be a vampire after being dragged into hunting one partially against his will. That creates a whole slew of guilt-regret-jealousy-confusion-admiration-concern that he’s not at all ready to start unraveling right now.

“So,” he starts, because talking about anything would be better than thinking about the feeling of Steve’s lips on his neck. “Do you… wanna talk about the pictures now?”

“Not really,” Nancy says, looking apologetic.

Jonathan shrugs. It’s a sensitive topic, he’s not gonna push her. “Then, um… Mrs. Vance’s homework? Because there is no way I’m gonna be able to get that done by tomorrow.”

Nancy smiles, just a little bit. “You can just copy mine. She’ll never know.”

“Really?” he asks, incredulous. He smiles when Nancy nods. “Now that’s a scandal. Miss Honor Roll…”

“Oh, shut up,” she scoffs. “I dragged you into all of this- shit, it’s the least I can do.”

He shakes his head, voice soft, “Hey, no, don’t blame yourself. Will was really stressed about it, too. I probably would’ve gone out by myself and gotten myself killed if you hadn’t gotten me to come, so I really kinda owe you, I guess.”

“Well, how about you copy my homework and we’ll call it even.” They both chuckle, and that’s that. After a moment, Nancy says, “Hey, how is Will doing by the way?”

“He’s okay,” Jonathan says with a shrug. “I mean, he’s spooked, and he’s still pretty scared to be out at night. I’d tell him he’s got nothing to worry about, but if I did, then it’d be letting him know that it was real, y’know?” Nancy nods, and Jonathan realizes, cheeks warming, that she probably didn’t want to know that much detail. “I mean, he’s doing better, at least.”

“That’s good to hear,” Nancy says, smiling. “Mike misses him. He’s been moping around the house all day without Will around.”

“Yeah, Will misses him, too.” He hesitates a second, and then, “Hey, you should let Mike know that he can come over Friday night. I got the night off so I can drive him home after, if they both want to.”

“Oh, he’d love that. Maybe while they’re playing, we can look at those pictures?”

The chance to have some one-on-one time again with Nancy, outside of this vampire nonsense, sounds almost too good to be true. He just nods, not quite trusting his voice. 

Steve shifts in his arms. “Game is on Friday, Nance,” he says, voice hoarse.

“Oh, Jesus, Steve!” She lunges forward, trying to catch his eyes. He’s busy wiping blood off of his mouth, grimacing, but looking much more awake and aware than before. Maybe too aware, Jonathan thinks, as Steve awkwardly pushes off of his lap and stumbles towards the couch. Nancy is at his feet in seconds, taking his hands in hers and looking up at him. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”

“Sore,” Steve admits, not quite looking at her. “Tired. Fine, I guess.”

“Did the blood help?” she asks. At his nod, she frowns thoughtfully, tapping a finger on the back of his palm. “We think it may have infected you. I mean, your blood, it was like acid, you know? It burned through the couch and-”

“I definitely felt it,” Steve mutters.

“-it burned Jonathan’s fingers too, when he was looking at your- I think they’re fangs? They looked like it.”

“Nance,” Steve cuts in, taking a hand out of her hold to rub along his face. “This is great, and all, but I really just want to go to sleep and forget this ever happened, so…”

Nancy’s frown deepens. “Do you- I don’t think that’s safe, I mean. I’d feel better if someone stayed with you.”

“Well, even if there was,” Steve’s plasters on a tight smile, “I’m fine. We can figure all of this shit out tomorrow or something but it’s late, and I can’t miss school, and I really need to get some sleep.”

“Are you sure?” Nancy asks. Her concern is starting to quickly become something more like distress.

“We can stay with you,” Jonathan offers. It’s partly to appease Nancy’s distress, but also his own concern, too. “You don’t have to be by yourself, man.”

“Turns out I kind of want to,” Steve says, a little too sharply.

It gets kind of quiet after that. Jonathan knows that he crossed some sort of line by speaking, but Nancy looks just as lost for words. She keeps trying to catch Steve’s eye but as the seconds drag on, Steve pushes up to his feet and retreats to the kitchen. It leaves Jonathan and Nancy alone, and as Nancy looks at him in disbelief, Jonathan can’t do anything other than shrug helplessly. There’s the sound of running water from the sink, and when Steve comes back, it’s with a wet cloth and the apparent determination to avoid eye contact at all costs.

“Steve,” Nancy says, forlorn.

“Look.” He sighs, pausing in his scrubbing at the blood stains. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’ll pick you up on the way to school.”

He goes right back to scrubbing at the blood. Nancy looks like she wants to say more, but Jonathan shoots her a look, shaking his head. Steve is only getting more agitated with every word that they speak, and he hadn’t said it yet, but maybe- maybe he does blame them. Maybe he is angry. And maybe he deserves to have some space, if that’s what he wants. 

Jonathan certainly can’t imagine having to suffer the company of the kids who led him, literally, into a vampire’s teeth.

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