#put this on my fucking gravestone
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mid-sota w*ld: *scores the only goal in the first period*
dallas stars: *SCORES THE NEXT SIX*
WELCOME HOME, BOYS!
i am not a safe space for wild fans like i will be shit talking the whole year and will ridicule their every move with zero apologies
#FUCK the wild#and i stand by that#put it on my gravestone#dallas stars#dallas stars dungeon#kaylin’s nonsense posts
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"rat and angel are the top dichotomy aesthetics to achieve"
@alltheprettyplaces
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become tomorrow ch 4 progress report: 5k
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interviewer: what's your favourite thing about being danish?
kevin: "being good at making... småkager" [danish word for cookies/biscuits]
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i love getting in to Situations that end up leading to me being in a warriorcats roleplay whatsapp group chat vine edit
#shenanigans#(they put me and him as the fucking two dudes in a hot tub i have never wanted to remove myself from existence more)#admittedly the only other one i was in was something to do with a gravestone#which does reflect my attitude towards being in the warrior cats roleplay whatsapp groupchat#ngl i am slightly terrified some of them have tumblr but i doubt they’d see this. but like if they do hi sorry guys
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The temptation to swallow all the muscle relaxer pills in hopes that it kills me is real.
No point in living
No one who will listen to me, or accept me, not healthy minded enough to make or keep friends or connections
Haven't seen a future for myself in years
No goals
Just existing
But hey, I have a good paying job that will support me in retirement
#''She'll/youll always be my Andrea'' good! Put that on my fucking gravestone!#Selfish assholes. Both of you.
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in my adhd eval, the transphobic doctor wrote: “While patient embraces cultural diversity, [they] tend to be rigid, inflexible, angry, and stubborn. ... Patient prefers to be alone and pursues solitary activities. Problems of vulnerability and intimacy are likely. However, [they are] likely to be quite compassionate as well as empathetic. ... The battle of anxiousness, a negative view of self and the future is evident. Patient is sensitive to criticism.”
like damn dude read me for fucking filth why don’t you
#yeah he misgendered me a bunch and when i called him out on it he reacted like a small child#adhd things#mental illnesses#i'm gonna put rigid inflexible angry and stubborn on my gravestone#not that i want one but#i'm just laughing so fucking hard#guy was a transphobe but he did nail me
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Things that are Now Fallout Canon
(according to the Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News that preceded the Fallout TV series' teaser trailer release on December 2, 2023)
Vault 33, the focus vault of the Fallout television series, is located beneath Santa Monica, California. It's also implied to be very, very expensive to get into.
Bottle and Cappy, the mascots for Nuka-Cola and its theme park, Nuka-World, were about to embark on a seventeen-movie-long series of animated films before the bombs fell.
The sinking of the RMS Titanic happened in Fallout's alternate universe. The news announcer jokes about the world going down like the infamous ship, including the deadly lack of lifeboats.
Camels exist in this universe, too! The news announcer actually fucks this one up, because he says dromedary camels have two humps - dromedary camels have one hump, while Bactrian camels have two. Or maybe we'll get a sound bite from Todd Howard in a few months where he claims the camel breed names are swapped in Fallout, who knows.
Pets were not allowed in the commercially-advertised vaults. The news announcer regrettably informs listeners that they can't bring their cats, dogs, or even fish with them due to logistical concerns and safety hazards, but they are more than welcome to purchase Vault-Tec-branded gravestones and hold pet funerals before they move underground. Hypothetically-speaking, it wouldn't surprise me if people tried to smuggle their animals in, anyway.
Someone stole the Fallout universe's original moon landing flag from the Museum of Technology in Washington, D.C. - another headline report, with no further details. It was in the same exhibit as the Virgo II lunar lander, which stayed put for at least 200 years.
Vault Boy was named "World's Sexiest Man" in 2077 (when the report is being aired) - no word about which publication or organization bestowed this title upon an animated mascot.
Vault-Tec trademarked the thumbs-up emoji in the Fallout universe - which is very much in character for the company, but something about there being emojis in the world at all hit me wrong.
Vault-Tec instituted a "breeder search program" alongside vault placement purchases, and encouraged polyamory to get people to procreate (and buy more vault spots). I'll admit that this one seems plausible but shaky, because by this point in the report the news announcer is losing his mind while stalling for the vault door to open, and he might just be making shit up.
Nuka-Cola ran its own version of the Pizza Hut "BOOK IT!" reading program, called "ZAP IT!" Kids were required to read over 10,000 books to win rewards. If we use picture books for the math, and allow for five minutes to read each book, that's about 833 hours (34 straight days) of reading to get some soda.
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville and the ancient Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus both exist in the Fallout universe.
Resulting Thoughts
"The ghoul" in the show is possibly named Howard - unsure if that's a first or last name. In the teaser trailer, Walton Goggins (who plays the ghoul) is shown dressed like a Hollywood cowboy on the day of the Great War, riding a horse to try to escape the nuclear bombs that hit Los Angeles with an unidentified child. Meanwhile, the Galaxy News headlines report that a box office hit called "The Man From Deadhorse" is getting a sequel, which is currently filming at California Crest Studios, and the news announcer says the film is "Howard-led." Whether the ghoul is the lead actor, we don't know, but it seems like a solid enough hint at his origins.
I'm glad that the show is going to delve more into the idea of the haves and have-nots, what with vault entrance being both selective and expensive. The most recent games in the series don't talk about this enough, in my opinion.
This isn't specific to the show adaptation, but it's becoming more noticeable to me that the Fallout series is crawling forward in terms of relating to modernity. I'm not sure how to feel about this - for example, I don't really mind if the soundtrack of Fallout 76 features the Beach Boys and other 1960s songs when it used to be strictly limited to 1930s and 40s music. On the other hand, I thought that using a news announcer that sounds more like a modern podcast host than a Transatlantic-accented journalist was an odd choice, and as I said above, I really did not like the idea that pre-war America knows what an emoji is. I'll get over it, but I'm anticipating that there will be some more artistic choices in the adaptation (and future games) that rub me and others the wrong way because they don't fit our definition of what Fallout "is." I'm not saying anything new, people have been arguing about that forever.
Overall, I'm excited. We're probably not getting a new Fallout game until 2030, so I might as well try to enjoy this. I will be keeping my bingo cards handy, though.
Anyway, I transcribed the damn report because I'm very normal. Feel free to use!
Fallout - A Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News
with occasional commentary from yours truly
[An upbeat, strings-led orchestral jingle plays, and black-and-white picture focuses on a spinning, silver globe. The globe is being circled by a vintage toy rocket. The words "GALAXY NEWS" fly in, and are quickly wiped and replaced by script declaring "Vault-Tec Presents..." The picture is circle-wiped and transitions to a high view of a vault entrance, with no visible script or markings to indicate which vault it is. The large, circular vault door is closed, and the access bridge to the door is not connected. A timer counting down from 60 minutes is overlaid in the bottom left corner, just above the Galaxy News globe logo and a signal tower graphic next to the word "LIVE." News headlines scroll along the bottom of the screen, the first of which reads "GALAXY NEWS SIGNS 10-YEAR PARTNERSHIP DEAL WITH VAULT-TEC." The headlines are separated by small lightning bolt graphics. The music continues throughout, and a male news announcer's voice cuts in.]
Good morning! Or, afternoon! Or evening, depending on where in the world you are. If you're just tuning in with us now, you're in for a treat. Welcome to the unveiling of Vault 33, one of the flagship vaults of Vault-Tec's arsenal of vaults.
[The second scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC VOTED AMERICAN COMPANY WITH BRIGHTEST FUTURE."]
Galaxy News is here live with an exclusive look at the next generation of apocalypse-proof, purpose-built luxury housing, sponsored by our friends at Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec: Revolutionizing safety for an uncertain future.
[The third scrolling headline reads "ROBCO INTERPLANETARY PROBE PROBES DEEPER INTO SPACE THAN ANY PROBE HAS PROBED BEFORE."]
If you're a regular viewer of our programming, we consider you an astute, engaged citizen, doing your part to stay informed on the latest news impacting this beautiful country of ours, and so it will be no surprise to you that we are on the precipice of a nuclear armageddon. But, fear not, Vault-Tec is building the ultimate shelter-in-place solution for the more doomsday-savvy customer: A veritable ark meticulously designed to weather the geopolitical storm surely headed our way any day now. And for the first time on live broadcast, the fine folks at Vault-Tec will be giving you a tour of their newest product unveiling, from the comfort of your home.
[The announcer takes a break, and the music swells. The vault remains closed, and no activity whatsoever is visible around it. It might as well be a static image. The fourth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-WORLD BREAKS ATTENDANCE RECORD FOR FOURTH STRAIGHT YEAR. GALACTIC ZONE GIVEN CREDIT FOR INCREASED NUMBERS." The initial song ends, and a new strings song with a more staccato rhythm begins. The news announcer returns.]
Welcome, once again, to Vault 33, nestled in the coastal west side of sunny Los Angeles County, and minutes from the yet-to-be-destroyed, bustling downtown promenade. Should nuclear annihilation one day come for this quiet beach-side town, you can take comfort in knowing you are safely buried deep, deep below what numerous trade publications once called "one of the best places to live." Right now, ladies and gentlemen, what you're looking at is peace of mind. Billions and billions of dollars and decades of R&D funneled into the high-grade protection engineering that only Vault-Tec can bring you.
[The fifth scrolling headline reads "WE ASKED OUR VIEWERS TO ANSWER A SIMPLE QUESTION: WHAT IS THE GREATEST NATION ON EARTH AND WHY IS IT AMERICA? HEAR THE RESULTS TONIGHT AT 10PM EST." At this point, the news announcer starts to sound less formal and more excited.]
Aren't we a bunch of lucky ducks! Vault-Tec has tapped us into their closed loop security feed to bring you a sneak peek behind a vault entrance airlock. That large, fortified steel blast door you see there is the only thing standing between you and the rads.
[The sixth scrolling headline reads "UNITED STATES AGAIN ACCUSED OF ATMOSPHERIC COUNTER-ESPIONAGE BY THE REDS."]
Very soon - very soon, I'm told - Arnold? Are we - yeah - and we're very soon, and we're very soon. Very, very soon, I'm told, that gear door will open, and Galaxy News will be on the ground to give you all a walking tour of the facilities! Including the accommodations one might expect in a state-of-the-art, modern residence thanks to a partnership with RobCo Industries and some of your shelf-stable forever favorites like BlamCo and Sugar Bombs! There's nowhere to hide from explosive good taste! Boom!
[The news announcer disappears again, and the strings conclude and are replaced with a meandering clarinet-led number. Several scrolling headlines go by: "U.S. RENEWS DEFENSE CONTRACT WITH WEST TEK, HERALDS VALUE OF POWER ARMOR IN ALL THEATERS OF WAR." "ESPIONAGE THREAT SUBDUED IN DOMESTIC URANIUM MINES." "PRESIDENT DECLARES NUCLEAR STOCKPILE 'SAFE ENOUGH.'" "BULLETIN OF THE ATOMIC SCIENCES SETS DOOMSDAY CLOCK TO HALF A NANOSECOND TO MIDNIGHT." "ATLAS OBSERVATORY CHRISTENS NEW TELESCOPE, RE-COMMITTING TO A NON-VIOLENT PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE." The song ends, a new one begins, and the news announcer returns. The vault still hasn't opened, and he's dropped what was left of his professional tone.]
And we are... stalled out. We're still... having technical difficulties. You know, sometimes things go bad and there's just no way you can plan. It's kind of like what's happening with the world right now, there's no way you could've been born into the world and know how you were going to end - know how the world would end. How will the world end, in fire or in ice? Well, it turns out -
[laughter]
It turns out it's gonna be fire...
[The twelfth scrolling headline reads "CHRISTMAS TOY TRENDS: RETAILERS REPORT SHORTAGE OF POWER ARMOR FIGURINES."]
Arnold! What's that? Okay. Yes.
[sound of paper pages being flipped through]
Okay. Arnold just handed me a fun fact. We're gonna do fun facts, fun facts.
[The thirteenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA QUANTUM GETS FDA APPROVAL, FOUND TO CONTAIN 'HEALTHY AMOUNT OF RADIATION."]
Fun fact about the construction of these massive vaults: They use concrete. Hm. That hardly counts as a fun fact, Arnold. Now is there an update on when the door... the door's gonna be open? Arnold? I'm sorry, is there an update on the door? Is there an update on the crane? Is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Is it a pr- is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Arnold? Arnold! Arnie!
[sigh]
Okay...
[The news announcer gives up, and a song with a lot of muted trumpet comes in to serenade more scrolling headlines. "NO ONE'S BEATING THIS DEADHORSE. 'THE MAN FROM DEADHORSE' TOPS BOX OFFICE. A SEQUEL IS ALREADY IN THE WORKS AT CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS." "ATLAS WEATHER EXPERIMENT BELIEVED TO BE THE CAUSE OF UNEXPECTED SNOW FLURRY IN LOS ANGELES." "DEVELOPING: REDS CONTINUES TO DENY EXISTENCE OF STEALTH SUBMARINES, US INTELLIGENCE SUGGESTS OTHERWISE." Woodwinds replace the trumpet, and the news announcer returns, pivoting to an unrehearsed sales pitch for his sponsor.]
If you have the money, please - please, guys - get a Vault-Tec vault. Get in there! Think of it as a life raft, a bit. Our country is the Titanic, and these vaults are the life rafts - right? - attached to the side of it.
[The seventeenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA MASCOTS 'BOTTLE AND CAPPY' TO APPEAR IN ANIMATED FILM FROM CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS. WILL BE THE FIRST IN A SEVENTEEN PICTURE DEAL BETWEEN THE COMPANIES."]
Now, were there enough life rafts on the Titanic? If you remember - no, no there weren't enough, and so many, many people died, and so, it's a nice allegory actually, because they're not going to die in the freezing ocean, which would be - actually, it's a little faster to die by fire than it is by drowning in the cold, so it is kind of an advantage to be dying now, th- rather than on the Titanic, the RMS Titanic.
[The eighteenth scrolling headline reads "SUPPLY LINES FOR RED FORCES BREAKING DOWN." Sort of like this announcer. He pivots again.]
Now - can you call a survivor of a nuclear holocaust a person, anymore? I don't know. Their brain is going to be cottage cheese, and they will be crawling... crawling on the ground, stuffing sand in their mouth, their blind eyes melted out, like the white of an egg, just dripping and dribbling out of their eye sockets.
[The nineteenth scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES COMPLETION OF VAULT 33 UNDER SANTA MONICA, CA."]
They raise their face towards their... god... and scream, "Nooooo! Whyyyyyy! What did it all mean?" It turns out it didn't mean much if you didn't get a spot in a Vault-Tec vault."
[The twentieth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY UNITS SENT TO QUELL UNREST IN SEVERAL STATES."]
"Now, let's talk about the luxury interiors of Vault-Tec vaults. We have camel leather. You've heard of cow leather. Probably. Camel leather is a great deal softer, isn't it? It comes from the camel, who keep their water on their backs in a hump. Sometimes two, if they're a dromedary. Now, let's talk about camel leather and why it is more supple, and why it is cooler to the touch, and we can talk about it forever but what you want is luxury, what you need is safety: Where you go is Vault-Tec. That's it.
[I feel like I need to point out that dromedary camels only have one hump, and no camels store water in their humps: It's actually just fat up there that they can live off of while traversing deserts. Regardless, the announcer is gone again. The scrolling headlines remain. "NUKA CORP SPINS OFF ATOMIC RESEARCH ARM INTO SEPARATE CORPORATE ENTITY AFTER SEC APPROV." "SUPER DUPER MART ANNOUNCES RECALL OF BLAMCO MAC & CHEESE FOR TRACE AMOUNTS OF DAIRY." "VAULT-TEC STOCKS SOAR AS US ECONOMY BECOMES FEAR-BASED." "BUREAU OF ALCOHOL, TOBACCO, FIREARMS AND LASERS TAKE DOWN NATIONWIDE WEAPONS SMUGGLING RING." Another woodwind-heavy song starts up, and so does our announcer.]
Um... Arnold?
[throat clearing]
Arnie! Can we- do- do we have a- can we start a clock? Can we - is there, like, anything we can do? I feel like people need something to hold onto, there's a lot of empty air. There's a lot of dead air, here. People need something to hold onto, people are freaking out, and I'm freaking out because I like to have - I like to bring people comfort - uh, in, in this crazy time. There's, there's only a few things you can predict -
[laughter]
In - in the world, and uh, I thought that opening the vault on time would be one of those things.
[The twenty-fifth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY SETS THREAT LEVEL OF POSSIBLE BIOLOGICAL WEAPON ATTACK FROM REDS TO HIGH."]
I was kind of counting on it as a - a thing that would bring some amount of normalcy, some amount of comfort. Something happening the way it's supposed to in a world that feels like it has been turned upside down by evil. But, unfortunately that is not the case. Here we are. Another thing we don't know. Another thing we have to grapple with.
[The twenty-sixth scrolling headline reads "TEDDY FEAR MANUFACTURER SETTLES CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT, DENIES TOY BEAR CAUSES SLEEP PARALYSIS NIGHTMARES IN CHILDREN."]
This particular vault and these technical difficulties that we're having right now have absolutely nothing to do with the product that you will buy when you buy a Vault-Tec vault. Now, Vault-Tec vault living is living the dream, and it's the only way to safety unless you're... the President of the United States, or something like that, and you have a mountain in Colorado to go under and direct the events of the world. Not many of us are that, there's only one of those... uh, and his various and sundry advisors, I'm sure they'll be fine, but you won't! You won't be fine!
[The twenty-seventh scrolling headline reads "WERE TEDDY FEAR BEARS MISUNDERSTOOD? ONE PSYCHOLOGIST THINKS SO."]
If a vault is out of your price range, there are lower-cost alternatives to purchasing a spot with Vault-Tec. They don't sound... good, if you ask me. Anti-radiation pills? Good luck with that. Not sure how anti-radiation pills will hold up against temperatures rivaling the surface of the sun, for example. But maybe that's just me!
[He's gone again. We're 15 minutes into the countdown, and the woodwinds have really started to outdo their own whimsy, at this point. Headlines continue. "TEDDY FEARS SKYROCKET IN POPULARITY AND PRICE DUE TO SCARCITY CAUSED BY RECALL." "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES NEWLY AVAILABLE SINGLE VAULT SPACES FOR SALE." "THIS YEAR'S FALLOUT SUIT DESIGN FEATURES ENHANCED PROTECTION, 20% MORE ZIPPERS." The whimsical woodwinds finish up and a bouncy, brassy horn piece takes over. This summons the announcer.]
When you see that vault, it's all gonna be worth it, fellas. It's all gonna be worth it when you see that vault. Now kids, you're probably wondering: Can I bring my pet doggy, or my pet kitty, into the vault? You can't. Unfortunately... it's a hazard in so many different ways. Uh... tch, uh, their hair can get caught in the ventilation system, you'll have endless problems, where do you put their waste? Where do you put... their food? So many, so many problems, so... we have specially-made Vault-Tec gravestones.
[The thirty-first scrolling headline reads "VIRGO II LUNAR LANDER NOW ON DISPLAY AT MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY IN WASHINGTON, D.C."]
We have specially-made Vault-Tec pet gravestones for your children to have many funerals for their pets before you go into your Vault-Tec vault. Memorialize your pets now with Vault-Tec mini pet gravestones! Dig a hole in the sand, put the pet in there, and put that gravestone - and it's got a space where you can write the pet's name - right before you go in the vault, no pets in the vault. Not even fish. No, not even fish.
[The thirty-second scrolling headline reads "FLAG FROM VIRGO II LUNAR LANDING STOLEN FROM MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY." The news announcer is really getting aggravated.]
What is happening? What is - Arnie! What is - what is happening? Okay - okay! Alright!
[The music and the headlines fill the space again. "NUKA-WORLD TO RAISE TICKET PRICES FOR UPCOMING SEASON, EXPECTING AN 'EXPLOSIVE' YEAR." "GWINNETT ANNOUNCES NEW PALE ALE SO PALE IT'S TRANSPARENT." "HAPPY NATIONAL SOCK HOP DAY!" "VAULT BOY NAMED WORLD'S SEXIEST MAN." The news announcer tries again, attempting to play up the complete inactivity happening onscreen.]
So much is happening here, we've got... the crane, as you can see, it's - it's about to be lowered, and I'm told - and I'm told... the weather. The inclement weather is - keep - I think the weather... there's a pressure cha- it needs to be - yes, of course. The pressure needs to be right to open the vault, or else the differential pressure between underground and overground will cause... a, uh... uh, the furniture to, uh...
[The thirty-seventh scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC REGISTERS TRADEMARK ON THE THUMBS UP EMOJI." This one made me physically recoil.]
L- Look... get a Vault-Tec vault. If you can't afford a whole vault for your family, that's fine. Buy time in a timeshare, one of our timeshares. And it's not the kind of timeshare you're going to regret, this is one that's not a scam, because you can look down at your intact body in a Vault-Tec vault and say, "Look at me! I'm whole!"
[The thirty-eighth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA PATRIOTICALLY SALUTES SUCCESS OF NEWEST FLAVOR LAUNCH - NUKA-COLA VICTORY. EXCLUSIVE REDESIGN COMING NEXT YEAR WITH 'A TASTE AS SWEET AS FREEDOM.'"]
Stay whole in a Vault-Tec vault! Keep it together, meaning your corporeal form! Keep it together in a Vault-Tec vault! You'll be skipping around in a workout area, and... check out those barbells! Why not work those biceps while you're down here? What if there's an emergency, and somebody breaches your Vault-Tec vault door? Well, you're gonna want to be in shape to fight off that rageful beast!
[At this point the scrolling headlines loop back to the beginning.]
Now, is it a human? If you kill it, will its soul go to heaven or hell? Don't worry about it! Just get it out, because even its presence in your Vault-Tec vault could kill you and your entire family! These people are irradiated. It's not healthy, right? It's like putting your hand on a radiator. Don't do it.
[Music break. That vault still isn't opening. The song ends, and the news announcer clears his throat.]
We don't... have the exact scoop yet, ladies and gentlemen, so Arnie, why don't we put some music on while we wait for the skinny?
[noticeable pause]
I- I- I- I- don't know what song, put on anything, I'm dying up here.
[The next song opens with energetic trumpets that sound like they're charging through a movie theater snack stand. It's followed by a big band track that seems to re-energize the announcer.]
And, if you're just joining us, we're preparing to head inside the latest and greatest product offering from Vault-Tec. Vault 33, a pristine subterranean society purpose-built for America's best and brightest to wait out the nuclear fallout. There's no telling what will remain once this global conflict reaches its inevitable conclusion: That's why it's important for patriots like you to purchase a guaranteed spot in America's future. It's up to you to keep our golden society going, propagating forth until we have the ranks to repopulate the world outside.
"What if I don't have a partner or family right now?" you may be asking. "Don't give up on love so soon!" I say. Where better to meet eligible partners than in a cherry-picked community of like-minded individuals? If you find you need a bit more assistance, Vault-Tec has breeder search programs to help you find the one, or the two, or the three, four, five! Vault-Tec is a very open society, so go ahead and purchase that single vault space, and that single may become a double before you know it! And what better place to find someone to love, than safe underground?
Please stay tuned as we prepare to bring the crew, and the world at large, inside our Vault-Tec facility.
"But what if I don't have the money for a vault right now?" you may be thinking. You should never let not having the funds today stop you from reaching your dreams. You can always pay tomorrow, into perpetuity. Vault-Tec is reportedly constructing financial packages that allow for customers to continue payments on select economy vaults, in the event of total societal extinction. So don't worry, purchase away! Vault-Tec upholds traditional American values, and they believe no one should be excluded from the pursuit of life, liberty, and debt.
[Music break, wherein the song concludes and switches to something more pensive and staccato.]
A- Alright? Yes? Arnold is telling me - yes? We are moments away! Moments away - from having some kind of movement here. I'll believe that when I see it. Sorry Arnie, but your credibility with me could not be any lower at this point.
Let's talk about the amenities in these concrete miracles. Radiation King will be providing television sets, modern kitchen appliances.
[throat clearing]
The sofas will be... I'm sorry, do we know who makes the sofas? I'm sorry, do we - do we know who makes the sofas? Do we know who makes the sofas? Arnold, do we know who makes the sofas?
[Arnold does not reply. The announcer is miffed.]
What else is new. Yeah.
[Dejection turns to anger immediately.]
If you could please just give me something? If you could please just give me something to update? I'm sitting here with nothing! I'm sitting here... with nothing! This isn't my job! I'm a journalist! I report things, I don't... vamp! Is there even a - is, is there a clue? Is there, do the crane people - have the crane people chimed in? Have the door people chimed in? Is it all one person?
[Arnold presumably says some inaudible form of "I don't know." This does not please the news announcer.]
Well maybe con- maybe connect yourself to them. You should get yourself a radio. Get yourself a radio, Arnold. That's your job, to communicate with me the facts about what's going on, and it's my job to communicate to the people who are watching - we're trying to save their lives - you know, and this isn't advertising for me. This is a product I believe in!
Arnold, what do you do? What skills do you - are you somebody's son? Are you - are you somebody's kid, or something?
[Arnold can finally be heard, somewhat garbled from distance or technology: "My uncle is, uh, is the general manager of Galaxy News, your employer." The news announcer considers this.]
Your uncle is the manager of Galaxy New - mmm. Well, that explains how you got this internship. I'm sorry for everything I said, but... you can understand my frustration, here.
[The music concludes, but the announcer keeps going.]
The, uh, vault foreman is out here, and he is, uh, uh, doing hand signals. Ooh, yes, it's going to be a while, let's play some music for the people, Arnie.
[A new song starts. We're nearly 30 minutes into the countdown before the song switches over and the news announcer starts up again.]
All right folks, we have an update! They've got eyes on the gatekeeper out walking the grounds. It appears he was attempting to retrace his steps after misplacing the key and his wallet - still no word on the key itself, please stand by for more on the wallet, as this story continues to unfold.
Still on standby as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve, but folks, there is plenty to get the American public up to speed on in the meantime. World news stories! Breaking, breaking news from the international desk. Peace negotiations between America and her adversaries crumbled in Anchorage, Alaska, this past weekend, a city recently liberated from foreign occupation, leading experts to believe nuclear war is indeed on the horizon. One more reason, America, to tune into the presentation Vault-Tec has for us today. Preparation, resilience, and smart spending are the only way our precious republic makes it through that long, dark night.
[This revelation approximates the date of the broadcast, which is happening not long after the Battle of Anchorage. The clash in Alaska officially ended on January 10, 2077: This news bulletin proves that attempted peace negotiations followed, then failed.]
Going the way of the dinosaurs has never felt this fun! If only the dinosaurs had Vault-Tec technology. Now, the dinosaurs died because... a meteor came from space, right? They had nothing to do with it. We have everything to do with our own demise. It's almost like… people are a virus that is destroying the Earth, we're a planet-killing virus. And people do say, "Oh, well, you know, well, the cockroaches... will outlive us and the the aardvarks or whatever will outlive us." Well, they won't. They're going to die too, because this is the real deal, guys. This is the end. So if you're not underground, I don't know what you're doing.
I wonder how we'll evolve. Will we develop a different kind of skin, some kind of leathery, plastic skin to fight off the nuclear fire? Who knows, but the only way to find out is to purchase a Vault-Tec vault, or a space in one of our timeshares.
[Music break again. It's a rather lively waltz.]
For those gathered around their Radiation King TV sets today, thank you for your patience. Rome wasn't built in a day!
[laughter]
Very soon you will witness… one of the greatest modern advances since the Virgo II moon landing - you won't want to miss this, the future of you and your future children depends on it.
[Exasperation sets in.]
Honestly, who wrote this copy?
[Arnold presumably raises his hand.]
You did, Arnold? Well, that's not surprising. It leaves… yes, well, it leaves a lot to be desired. They couldn't hire a professional writer? You look like you're 15 years old.
[Arnold inaudibly corrects him.]
You're 23? Yeah, well, 23-year-olds look like they're 15 now, still too young. What could you know about the - what could you possibly know about the written word, Arnold? Goddamn it. What could you - what do you know about writing and oratory? Nothing, I'll answer y- for you, nothing. The lack of professionalism - myself not included - disgusts me. The lack of professionalism disgusts me, Arnold!
Speaking of nuclear fire, you should see the muffin tray they left out for me. People want a blueberry mu- you want a muffin, okay? A muffin. Not a little squirt of dough, with a little powdered su- give me a muffin, give me a real thing, okay? Give me some snacks! You're going to give me some coffee? Good. I need a snack, to balance it. I'm not the only person in the world who needs a little bit of fat in their stomach when they eat a... big haul of caffeine.
[throat clearing]
Stand by as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve.
[The music does some flourishes, then finishes.]
Ladies and gentlemen, it's official: We're experiencing some technical difficulties. And before we can open the vault - Vault 33, our flagship vault, full of the, uh, finest luxury items available to mankind, a- as of now - maybe we could put something on to keep people company while we figure out the technical difficulties. Sorry, these difficulties of course have nothing to do with Vault-Tec's vault tech. In- in- indeed…
Look, I need to have a whole cigarette right now. Just put on the song. Where are my smokes?
[The music starts up again while the announcer burns through a cigarette at the speed of a Corvega.]
Well, well, well! Here we are again! Ladies and gentlemen, we're dealing with a hiccup. Now, hiccups... might seem like a momentary stoppage, but this is a big hiccup. It's like God is hiccuping.
Vault-Tec is reporting that there's only one gatekeeper and one key on this vault model. The keys for these vaults are one of one, it fits like a glove, but it's - it's - these - these locks are very, very complicated.
God, it's so good to be on the other side of this. I don't think people know. People really don't know what's coming, and that's probably good. If you haven't watched… if you haven't watched the news up to this point, don't pick it up. Don't… just try and stay ignorant, uh, really don't find out what's going to happen because… it's bad, um, it's over.
[laughter]
The Earth is a slaughterhouse, and we are cattle!
[laughter]
We- we'll go back into, uh, a society resembling Bronze Age Mesopotamia. That's where we're going. It's not fun. Um... disease is… really prominent, um… we don't treat women well - let's just face it, it's - they - we don't treat them well now, but back then… oof. Rough. Rough treatment of women. You think we're racist now?
It's going to get bad. Where you want to be is underground. Vault-Tec vaults.
[A really tinny muted trumpet rises to its occasion as he disappears again for a bit.]
You know what else is great about Vault-Tec vaults? The air purification system. Let's talk about air. You need air to breathe, I need air to breathe, we need air to breathe. Vault-Tec's got it in spades! We've got oxygen candles straight from our finest nuclear submarines that you can burn, that turn nitrogen and carbon dioxide into oxygen molecules. Perfectly breathable, perfectly safe for your children, and your children's children, and your children's children's children in case we're there for three sweaty generations of sweaty living underground! In a fresh vault!
In fact, we put a family in a vault for 10 years and let them out just to see how it would go… and here they are now! "We loved it, uh… We loved it! That was great!" Uh… that's - I'm making it up! I'm making that up. I am imagining what could happen if I had more information about the vaults, but I don't have that information, so I'm making it up! Ha! Vault-Tec vaults, yes. Say yes to the tech!
[The music saves us for a bit.]
Unfortunately, we are back, the vault hasn't opened, and we have had absolutely no movement towards the vault opening, so! Hope you enjoyed that music. I know I was tapping my feet. Let's get back into it, where are we?
The US government has been quietly testing T-60 power armor suits as part of their long-standing defense contract with West Tek, following up the T-45 and T-51 efforts in the ongoing war with the People's Liberation Army.
[hisses through teeth]
How about that? How about that. The Man from Deadhorse gallops to a fast start at the box office! The Howard-led western is said to be the next smash for California Crest Studios.
[So the ghoul's name is probably Howard Something, or Something Howard. Interesting, but the announcer doesn't care and decides to throw another tantrum.]
Am I crazy or is this taking forever? I don't think I'm crazy, but I feel crazy! In fact, I might be the only person involved in this whole production who hasn't lost his mind! I'm looking at you, Arnie, I'm looking at you!
[Looking at Arnie yields nothing, again.]
"You don't know what to do, you don't know what to do." You idiot! I can't even get the word- I can't even get the information from you. Worthless!
[grunt of rage]
It's just me and Arnie here, I'm in hell, he's sitting there smiling at me, I'm in absolute hell!
Do you have a spot, Arnie? Do you have a spot in a vault? Oh! You do! What vault is that?
[long pause]
Oh, that's the one I'm in. Oh. Dear God.
[deep breath]
I guess we should get to know each other.
Ladies and gentlemen, we don't even know what's wrong here… but I can assure you that what isn't wrong is Vault-Tec technology, this has nothing to do with Vault-Tec's patented lock technology and everything to do with stupid people and human error. If you're this inefficient at work, what is home li- do - how do you wipe yourself?
[Uncalled-for, news announcer man.]
Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy this music while we figure out what's going on.
[Musical break number who knows. Just over 11 minutes remain on the countdown.]
In other sponsored news, Nuka-Cola is celebrating the success of one of their newest flavor launches, Nuka-Cola Victory, with an exclusive redesign release later next year. Students that read over 10,000 books can be part of the ZAP IT! Program, rewarding literacy with sugar!
[deep breath]
I don't like Nuka-Cola. Personally... I don't like Nuka-Cola. Too sweet. I don't drink it. But it's popular, I have stocks in it, I invest - I invest in it. I don't drink it. It's the way the world is. Just because it's popular, doesn't mean it's good, just because it's good, doesn't mean it's popular. A can of Nuka-Cola, what is that, it's energy slowed down, right? It's the energy of the universe slowed down, right? What are we, what am I? We are energy slowed down into the form of a human being. All that's about to stop.
[laughter]
All that's about to stop! All that's about to go away! Maybe there's life on other planets. Maybe there's not. Are they going to come save us, no! If I were on another planet, and I came here, I would have an endless belly laugh at our folly, I mean, the folly of man! It's funny, there's so much written about the "folly of man." I mean, read Moby-Dick. Read… uh… what di- what happened with the - the wax wings, the wax wing guy? Wax wing man, Mr. Wax Wings, Daedalus. What's his name?
[Arnold hazards a guess we can hear: "Shakespeare?"]
Arnold, Shakespeare? Arnold, Arnold, good god… Shakespeare? Where did you go - you went to one of these hippie schools...
[Arnold tries again: "I think it was Icarus?" The announcer is ecstatic.]
Icarus! Icarus. Wow! You are good for something. Wow, Arnie!
Now, Icarus, he was close to the sun. In a Vault-Tec vault, you'll be as far from it as possible. You will be up to 50 feet underground, in a Vault-Tec vault, safe and sound in the knowledge that the wax on your wings will not be anywhere close to anything that will make it melt, except our new Vault-Tec oven!
[The horns come in again.]
Where are you f- what's your family situation? Do you have kids or…
[Arnold probably shakes his head.]
No kids? Good for you.
[laughter]
Are you single?
[Arnold: "Yeah."]
Ahh, yeah. I wouldn't recommend going into a vault single. You might want to lock someone down and take you in there - if only to help you fight - and, uh, survive, it's good to have a partner. Yeah… oof!
Anyway, glad I'm safe and secure in my vault! Um… I'm in the tax bracket that kind of... automatically gets a vault, so, sorry everybody. Uh… I'll be, uh, doing this thing called surviving, while you are all burning.
[deep breath]
What's the point of any of this? What's the point of any of this? Nobody - nobody listening to this can afford one of these things. Everybody listening to this is about to turn into an idea!
[laughter]
Instead of a being! But, here we are! Let's whoop it up! Let's whoop it up! It's a big parade… for the end of mankind! It's a big parade! Here's the final celebration, Arnie! Here we are!
Let's stake our claim in a dying planet! Let's plant our flag in a dead rock, and see how we feel. Let's see how we feel after the flag is planted, Arnie.
[a deep sigh]
I don't know how much longer I can do this, man.
[another deep breath]
My voice hurts, I'm thirsty, we're out of water, the muffins they laid out at the top of the day are dry and old, I feel dry and I feel old.
I give up! I give up.
[chuckles]
What's the point of this? I mean, what's the point of anything? I'm... I'm broken.
[Emotion creeps in.]
I'm broken. I'm changed. I am broken and I have changed. I…
[one more deep breath]
Thanks to you, Arnie. Thanks to you, man. Thanks, you're the best, yeah, thanks to you, pal. Thanks to you, buddy boy. You are just awful. You disgust me. Yeah, I'm just - I'm sorry. I'm - I'm just… I'm fried, man. I'm - I'm fried, pal. I'm fried. Dead. Gravestone, dead. Oh yeah, that's, okay.
Oh, god. Where are we in the process of the door opening?
[Arnold: "Yeah, it's over."]
What?
[A record scratch stops the music. Two minutes remain on the countdown.]
What's that? Oh!
[The announcer clears his throat, and the music changes to a triumphant fanfare.]
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm getting word. Ladies and gentlemen... I've gotten word that we are star- we are starting, ladies and gentlemen. It's happening! Here we are! Here we are, we got it, we got it, and now…
N- and now, this afternoon is unlike any other afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. It was the morning, now it's the afternoon - here we go! The crane is loweri- Here we go!
[relieved laughter]
Okay! Really close to the time where I can go, and get out of here! The crane is lowering, it is happening, the tumblers are tumbling! The crane is lowering, the tumblers are tumbling, we are… go! We're going! It's opening! It's opening!
[The static image of the vault has not changed in the slightest bit.]
You try doing this! You try doing this, Arnie! You try filling the time! Next time we'll switch places, Arnie, and you can try it! Oh boy, oh boy, here we go, thank god we're doing it and it's happening. I see motion, I see- I see Vault-Tec… I am convinced! Guys, this is great, it's been great, Arnie? It's been great. Arnie, it's been great. You know, I hope we are in the same vault. I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you, Arnie.
[slightly unhinged laughter]
As long as this happens right now, I am fine with spending the rest of my life with you! As long as the vault opens right now. The fact that nuclear fire could fall from the sky at any moment has made this broadcast that much more important. Thank you, thank you so much for joining us!
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For a moment, my world is a single concussive blast, shattering my skull and sending my soul straight to hell. Direct flight. Short enough, there's no single serving refreshments to match the minty white hot incineration of my mouth.
When I open my eyes, cavern the size of Kansas blown through my last good cheek, the afterimage light of the bullet inflicted on the world — it's with the distinct sense that I fucked up.
I had told Marla, I wasn't killing myself. I was killing Tyler. But doesn't anyone with a gun in their mouth want to die?
I try speaking, and it works about as well as one would expect. I wave them away. Even Marla. Strangely enough, they listen. Or maybe they go to find a paramedic. No one ever told them to staunch the massive source of blood flow first. That's alright.
This is time to think. Solo reflection before group therapy.
I am alone, and Tyler is nowhere in sight.
Maybe it really was a murder suicide. Both victims, Tyler Durden. Cause of death, his stupid, stupid creator stopped wanting him. I realize this puts me in the stance of God, and I shudder. Tyler is not one of millions axeing themselves because daddy dearest and holy didn't love them enough.
And yet, I'm standing in his paraffin iconography. His pointless tomb.
Tyler says, "That's not quite nice, you know."
Tyler.
Cortisol receptors, burnt, back on fire.
Houston, we have a problem.
Tyler.
Tyler says, "Did you really think that would work? Tied it up in your head with a little bow, metaphorical gravestone marked with my name?"
Tyler says, "Didn't think you had it in you, psycho boy."
I stumble. I fall onto the ground and my head should ricochet and get scrambled like hens who've just met the fox. I fall on the ground, and my head falls into Tyler's lap. He looms over me, eyes crinkled like when he kissed me and introduced me to lye.
Tyler.
He cards his fingers through my hair. Supports my head with his palm. Turns it this way and that, tsking, humming.
Tyler says, "You did quite the number on yourself, psycho boy."
It feels like he could crack my skull open, pour out the contents like it's egg drop soup. There is sweetness to how he handles me.
"I told you," he says. "We won't really die."
Did Tyler move the tip of the gun? Did Tyler save my life?
"No. You fucked up killing yourself all on your own," Tyler says.
I wasn't trying to kill myself. I wanted to kill Tyler.
"Same thing," Tyler says, and my eyes water.
He lets his fingers slip close to the mangled chops of my cheeks. It is something that should probably hurt, but when he sticks his fingers in my face, I feel nothing. I can't tell if it's because it's not real and I don't have the energy for Tyler to use my hands, or if it's because my pain has become the ultimate white ball of healing light.
Two of his fingers slip into the gash of my old scar. It's been open since I learned about Patrick Madden. He fingers my mouth, traces the bitten chunk of my tongue. Tyler chides me. How could I ever expect fight club to release me from myself, now? It loves us too much.
"Not just Tyler Durden," he says.
Tyler says, "You might be my shadow, but they love you, too. They see you."
Be still my beating heart.
Why paraffin, Tyler?
Why not blow up the building. Doesn't this mean anything?
I thought it was my secret will to live. Tyler had come to me, perfectly handsome and an angel in his everything-blond way. My will to live tried to commit suicide, sure, but maybe he didn't. Did Tyler add the paraffin, just like how he tipped the gun?
"I told you," Tyler says. "I didn't tip the gun."
I didn't though. I wanted to die.
Why paraffin?
Tyler says, "Look at what you are now. What you've come to accept. In the best operas, the best stories, you don't really die. You learn a lesson. You up the stakes."
He pulls at my newest wound, stretching the skin tight. It gushes blood direct into my throat. Tyler opens me like a chip bag, and now I have no corners to my mouth but the ones all the way back at my ears. I've got four nice chops, ready to be pared.
Dragon of avarice.
Rough cut of beef. Pork. Good enough for stew, maybe.
I can hear the police helicopters, closer, closer. The impending doom of my discovered resurrection.
Tyler says, "You've been here since the start. I wouldn't be here in the first place if you didn't want me."
Trying to kill myself would never kill Tyler. I love him too much. It's the experience of being me I want to let go of. I stopped wanting to wake up.
That means I'm the hallucination.
Tyler says, "Think of it as metamorphosis."
Tyler is a sculptor. Carver. He is slicing the unneeded and unwanted parts of me away. This is just the largest cut of his knife. I think of little soap bears made by Boy Scouts. I am his self portrait.
Tyler says, "This is only the first step."
The helicopters land. There's stitches on every single officer.
#fight club#my writing#inspired by lalikeslichto's lovely art of all the holes in his face!!!#and sort of the ask and response i did from earlier
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Oh, oh, I got an idea! How do you think the Yandere characters will do if they found out their s/o got kidnapped! Kinda like how the mad doctor kidnapped Yandere Doctor's s/o??
Warnings: killing, mentions of suicides, violence, manhandling, dismemberment, kidnapping, arson
Silas:
All hell will break loose once he understands what has happened. Everyone — even his own men — will be scared for their lives. Silas is angrier than anyone’s ever seen him before and the slightest wrong step will result in death. He will cause blood baths wherever he goes until he gets you back. The gang that has taken you will be sorry, Silas will make sure of that. He’ll grab every kind of weapon he can get his hands on before leaving with his men to go get you back in his arms.
“Alright, you shitheads, I’m going to fucking come for you. Touching my baby will be the last thing you’ll ever do. I’m going to make you regret the day you were born. Oh, I’m going to enjoy this …”
Dr Kry: (oneshot where this happens)
He’ll be absolutely terrified if he doesn’t know where you are. This man will never stop looking for you. He’ll not eat, not sleep, not drink until you’re back in your room. This man is smart, he finds clues where others don’t. Dr Kry is a person who never gets down and dirty, his murders look like suicides or accidents. But when he finds the one that has taken you from him, he’ll beat them bloody until they’re on the verge of death. Then he’ll leave them to die.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m going to find you and I’m going to make sure you come back where you belong. Whoever took you from me is going to suffer. I’m going to kill them, don’t worry, you’ll be safe and sound in my arms soon …”
King Edmund:
This man is ruthless as he is, but if someone dares to take you away from him, he’ll cause havoc. Every kingdom will know about your disappearance and they’ll fear what Edmund is going to do. No one is safe from his wrath. Edmund will burn down villages, he’ll throw people in dungeons, he’ll have public executions — everything to find the peasant (or royal) who took you. And when he finally does … they’ll be tortured for days and days on end until he finally has had enough and kills them himself.
“The one that touches my queen will be sorry for a long, long time. The kingdoms shall feel my wrath. I’ll burn them all down if I need to. No one takes my queen from me …”
Jerry:
This woman lives for revenge, but not these kinds. You should never be involved. If someone decides to kidnap you, Jerry will turn the world upside down to get you back. No one’s safe from Jerry’s anger. She’ll even hurt her own boss if he gets in her way. Her boss will help her get you back (mostly because he’s terrified of Jerry’s temper) and then, it’s over for whoever was stupid enough to think they could keep you away from her. Jerry is going to cut off limb after limb of the people that separated you from her with a smile on her face.
“When I’m done with those people, they’ll be lucky if the police will ever be able to find all of them to give them a funeral. Because I sure as hell won’t let them. They’ll be so unrecognizable that they’ll be unsure which name to put on the gravestone! And when I have Y/N back, I’m going to cuff them to my wrist and plant a GPS chip in their neck. They’re mine only. No one else is allowed to touch them.”
Hedwig:
She thought you were safe. She really did. You’re a nobody! She realizes that the one that kidnapped you wanted her to get money, but figured that taking you would be a better way to get a bigger ransom. Hedwig will pay whatever price to get you back. Nothing’s too high. She’ll bring one body guard with her to the meeting place where she can exchange the money for you. She’ll hug your manhandled body tightly while you cry.
“It’s okay now, sweetheart, you’re safe now. I-I’ll take care of you. I was so scared to never get you back. Don’t cry, my dear, those assholes will get what they deserve. I have my ways, don’t worry. They’ll never see the sunlight again.”
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere fics#yandere talks#yandere stories#yandere mafia#yandere oc x you#yandere ocs#yandere male#yandere female#yandere king#yandere doctor#yandere reactions#yandere headcanons
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so i got to rewatch the fall of the house of usher today since some friends wanted to watch it and picked up on some things i didn’t notice before (some of these might be obvious but i just like pointing things out!)
1. we already know that the lighting shifts to that particular usher’s representative color during their death scene, but what i didn’t notice on my first watch was that not only do their wardrobes correspond with their colors, their furniture and home/work environments are in the same color too! (and when they’re not wearing that color they’re wearing a color that’s one step adjacent on the color wheel)
the most obvious is camille’s white, but i noticed this time prospero’s red car and jacket when he gives his first business proposal, the red suit he wears to the meeting with frederick.
i also noticed leo wearing a lot of yellow, the lights outside his apartment, the box he keeps his drugs in and the sofa he finds the dead cat behind are all yellow (he also mentions taking yellow pills).
victorine also wears a lot of orange, and so are the scrubs she and al wear in the operating room, the shelves in her office and the fruits on her dinner table at home.
tamerlane is another obvious one, with all the green she wears, but i also noticed there’s a green neon sign outside her apartment, and bill’s BILLT gym also had green accents.
and frederick wears a LOT of blue, i would say maybe he’s the third most obvious? his house has a lot of blue aquariums, and the room he keeps his wife in is blue as well. morrie also wore a blue dress when she went to perry’s party. and not 100% sure if this was intentional but the folder perry drops off at his house was blue too.
1a. bonus detail i noticed, what verna wears when she appears to each of the siblings just before they die also matches up with their respective colors. the red cape with perry, the white security guard uniform with camille, her uniform when she comes to leo’s apartment to pick up the cat, the green dress when she appears as tammy’s double and the blue vest she wears during freddie’s death. vic’s is a stretch but she wears a light orange cardigan when she meets with her and asks to talk to dr. ruiz.
1b. another bonus detail! perry’s party was lit mostly in blue before the lighting turned red just before he died, which visually ties it back to freddie’s death later on. freddie’s and perry’s deaths were already narratively intertwined, with morrie’s choice to go to the party triggering the events that caused freddie to slowly grow more and more paranoid and cruel throughout the series, ultimately leading up to his death in the same place. i just think it’s cool that this narrative connection is also reinforced visually.
2. when verna first arrives at tammy’s place as candy, she speaks with a uk accent, but as soon as the roleplay starts she shifts to an american accent and does an uncanny as fuck impression of samantha sloyan’s performance as tamerlane (which, CARLA GUGINO??? you LEGEND) (also as a non american who generally does not hear american accents outside of tv and movies, the accent switch did not register to me on my first watch lmao)
3. in the last episode, verna places the items on each usher’s gravestone carefully, you could even say with respect, EXCEPT for frederick’s cocaine packet (which she just unceremoniously drops onto the gravestone LMAO as he deserves). it does match the speech she gives him during his death. for the usher siblings she was sometimes kind but generally neutral when she spoke, always offering them chances to say no, but with little remorse when they fail to prevent their own gruesome deaths. EXCEPT for frederick, for whom her spiel is absolutely dripping with contempt for him.
4. minor detail, but in 1980 when verna was talking to the twins about putting their drinks on their tab, she says ‘buy now, pay later’ which basically foreshadows the deal the two of them later make with her. ‘buy now’ meaning saying yes to getting away with all the illegal stuff they did throughout the years, and ‘pay later’ with the lives of his entire lineage.
#tfothou#the fall of the house of usher#sorry for the wall of text i just have a Lot of Thoughts.#shut up kat
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𝕺𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: Whenever Steve was sick before the serum, you were there for him. But all these decades later, he finds just how much time he wasted back then.
Note: This is my submission for day one (drugging/sick/poisoned) of @ailesswhumptober! Does this count as whump? Probably not! Either way, I really wanted to be able to put something out, so here we are!
Warnings: Sickness, technically main character death (??), mention of medicine.
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ʙʀᴏᴏᴋʟʏɴ, 1930ꜱ
“For fuck’s sake, Steve. You’re sick. Now sit your ass down.” Bucky sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. The three of you, you, Bucky, and Steve, had been a trio since practically birth. You’d helped each other through a lot. Bucky always had his sights set on some beautiful lady, and your sights were set on Steve. You know, if he’d notice it.
“‘M not sick.” Steve slurred out, and you resisted the urge to laugh. His fever was high, and the pain medication only amplified the effects.
“Steve, you’re burning up and shivering at the same time. Just..at least sit on the couch.” You attempted to bargain with him. “Please? For me?”
“Fine.” He grumbled, plopping down on the couch. You glanced at Bucky, who was looking at you. Bucky shrugged slightly, not sure what to do.
“Thanks. Buck’s gonna go get you some soup, okay?” You sat down next to your smaller friend as Bucky walked a few steps away to the kitchen.
“M’kay.” Steve yawned.
“Are you feeling better? At least, compared to earlier?”
He nodded, still a bit loopy. Bucky came back with a bowl of soup, setting it down on the coffee table. “Eat up, punk.”
After he finished eating, you walked him to his bed, hoping that he wouldn't resist. And he didn’t, opting to quietly lay down. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.
“Stay?” He asked quietly, his small and ice-cold fingers finding their way to yours.
“Course I will, Steve.” Rubbing circles into the back of his hand with your thumbs, you let out a sigh. “I always will.”
He smiled at that. “I like you a lot, Y/n.”
“I like you too. A lot.”
He drifted off to sleep, his hand tucked in yours.
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ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ ᴄɪᴛʏ, 2016
Steve’s eyes drifted away from his notebook at the faint sound of sneezing. A younger couple, maybe in their early twenties, walked hand-in-hand down the street. A woman and a man, the man significantly smaller than the woman. Steve noticed the way he looked at her, eyes filled with love and admiration. Her eyes were bright and excited, and she looked at him every so often as she talked about something.
They were both dressed in their cold weather clothing, scarves and gloves and hats and jackets. Steve smiled softly, imagining you like that.
The man coughed, more of a wheezing, painful sound. Steve winced. He didn’t have to imagine himself like that. He could remember it clearly, the struggle to breathe, his throat feeling like it had been clawed by a raccoon.
He missed you. He misses you every day. He was lucky to have Bucky back, and he was grateful. But that didn’t stop him from wanting you. Your kind smile, your gentle gaze. The way you made him feel less…less.
But you weren’t coming back. He was sure of it. Hell, he’d found your gravestone. You’d died unmarried, with no children. You’d become a nurse at a children’s hospital, which he'd found out from Natasha searching for information about you online.
Steve felt a pang of sorrow as he watched the couple walk farther down the street. With them, it felt like his past and everything he knew was walking away too. He wished he’d had more time to spend with you, to tell you how he’d really felt about you back then. He yearned for you, to be able to take back all of those times where he could’ve kissed you, yet didn’t. Before he knew it, he’d run out of time to spend with you. He couldn’t replace you. Not with Sharon, or Natasha, or Sam, or even Peggy. In a world full of people, people who idolized and adored him, people who dedicated their lives to collecting his trading cards, he still felt alone.
He truly was a man out of time.
#steve rogers x reader#ailesswhumptober2023#steve rogers angst#steve rogers angst drabble#steve rogers drabble#marvel#steve rogers whump#mcu#pre serum steve x reader#post-serum steve x reader
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21 from the angst prompt list with Steddie could be devastating or silly. But I’m a big fan of devastating especially when you do it!
Prompt 21: This isn't What It Looks Like
Thank you so much for sending this in Nonny! I hope that I've done the request justice! 😊 I thought that this would fit really well in my WIP Lost and Lonely Just Like Heaven, ghost Eddie AU. You don't necessarily have to read it to still enjoy the feels (which a definitely inspired by the new Stranger Things Season Five set photos) but I would recommend it!
Anyways, please enjoy!
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"Boy, you have about ten seconds to get the hell outta here before I put my foot up your ass," a gruff voice barks out from behind Steve.
It's drizzling this morning, the drops make an audible pattern across the grass and stones around them and an ominous grumble of thunder in the distance threatens more to come.
Steve drops the rag in the bucket he brought with him and lifts his hands up; he knows who is standing behind him without turning around.
Wayne Munson.
He has the same drawl in his voice that Eddie did, though slightly more pronounced, and really, who else would be here this early on a Sunday morning?
"This isn't what it looks like," Steve says as he turns, still crouched down beside the gravestone, the new graffiti stands out, angry and red against the gray stone.
He gestures slowly at the bucket of soapy water and the brush hanging off the side, watching as the older man's eyes narrow slightly.
Wayne looks tired, more haggard than when Steve had seen him at the school during the disaster relief event. His denim jack hangs off of his shoulders and no amount of salt and pepper stubble can hide the way his cheeks have become so gaunt.
"Haven't we been through enough," Wayne sighs heavily as he raises a hand to wipe down over his face, "you have to take away an old man's place to mourn his boy? I know what you people thought of him".
"Mr. Munson, please," Steve slowly stands up and takes a deep breath, "I'm a friend of Dustin's, I just wanted to help".
He points at the bucket again, "he hasn't been…" Steve swallows a heavy lump in his throat as he thinks of the way Dustin had sent him away the last time he went to see him.
"He hasn't been good since…everything happened, and I just want to help because I know Eddie meant the world to him, to both of you".
He doesn't mention the man standing in his peripheral vision, watching them both with a sad smile on his pale, scarred face.
He also doesn't mention the way Dustin looked at Steve when he told him to get out of his life.
Steve blinks, ignoring the sharp sting in his nose as he tries to will away the moisture gathering at his lash line.
Eddie mouths something at him, but he can't hear it over the sound of the rain as the patter increases into a downpour.
He blinks again and Eddie is gone.
Steve considers telling Wayne, but the other man still looks like he's about five seconds from telling Steve to go fuck himself, and if Dustin wasn't ready to hear it, he's certain Wayne won't be either.
Wayne is still staring at Steve, his jaw shifts as though he's chewing on the words he wants to say,
"That boy, Dustin," Wayne says softly now, "he's a good kid, s'the only other one who came to talk to me other than Ed's band mates".
Steve nods, he knows Dustin is a good kid, that's part of the reason why his dismissal the other night hurt so goddamn much.
"I just want to make things better," Steve whispers into the rain, he watches as his breath collects in front of him in the cool morning air.
Wayne shakes his head, gesturing at the head stone, the one with bright red words painted across the name Edward Munson.
"There is no better kid, not for me at least".
He sighs, long and low, and reaches into his jacket pocket for a crumpled pack of smokes. Wayne pulls a lighter from the same pack and cups his hand over the igniter to save it from the rain, flicking it again and again until he throws the plastic away from himself with shaking hands.
Wayne drops the unlit cigarette into the wet grass and fixes Steve with a new angry glare, "you should go, we don't need any help, you're just going to draw more attention to it".
"But--"
"I told you to go," Wayne barks out, his pale face flushes as he takes a step towards Steve and the gravestone, "I don't know you from Adam, and I'm sure you mean well".
Steve takes a step back in surprise, and hurt, he wishes Robin had come with him. She was always better at explaining things, even if her word vomit often got them into more trouble than they were aiming for, she still managed to get the words out.
"I won't ask again," Wayne says softly now, his face turned away towards the edge of the cemetery.
Steve swallows hard and nods. He picks up the bucket from the ground and slowly makes his way back to the sidewalk.
Steve takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to turn around, even as he hears Wayne fall to his knees at the grave. The thunder does nothing to drown out the way the older man begins to cry.
#steve harrington#wayne munson#lost and lonely just like heaven#ghost eddie au#stranger things#eddie munson#afewproblems writes#afewproblems answers#this is really really angsty#like i hurt myself in the process with this one#sorry yall#steve just wants to help and isnt that just the kicker#pre steddie
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86’ (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Summary: 1986 was suppose to be Eddie’s year. It was suppose to be the numbers that marked his diploma that he was going to snatch from Principle Higgins and the year he ran like hell out of Hawkins. Now, as 1986 marked your gravestone, he wished you had ran.
Aka you die instead of Eddie and Max during the battle with Vecna.
Warnings: character death (you), mentions of blood and gore, grief, no comfort. Bittersweet ending though.
A/n: I woke up at 3am and only had this idea in my head , and had to get this out of my system because I love making myself and others cry. I listened to Romantic Homicide by d4vd the whole time.
Word count: 4.8k of pure angst.
The screeching and pounding against the trailers walls made Eddie realize how truly fucked you all were. He could hear the wooden door that separated the demobats in his room from following the three of you beginning to crack under all the weight.
Dustin was scrambling up the rope, his panic grunts followed by your own panicked yells for him to be careful had Eddie staring between the both of you and the door. Waiting for the second it breaks , hoping he would have enough strength to block the bastards from getting to you with the weapon in his hands.
“Eddie !” You yelled, snapping out of his thoughts and pulling his arm towards you. “Go!”
“What?” Eddie snapped his head towards you, looking up at the hole to see Dustin already pulling himself up from the mattress on the other side. “No, you go first! Hurry , climb!”
“Fuck no. I know you.” You grit through your teeth, pushing the rope in his hands. “You’ll pull something stupid. So go , before we both turn into bat dinner.”
He hesitates for a second, staring wide eyed at you. He was ready to grab you and throw you himself, but with the sound of the wood finally cracking and the demobats getting loud, he resigns himself to pulling himself up the rope as fast as he could. He never prided himself in being the top of gym class, but with the way he had climbed into through portal in just 3 seconds, you would think he passed the class with flying numbers .
He wasted no time to get up and stood under the hole, ready to catch you when you fell. But when he looked up and was met with your sad eyes, a smile that matched them. He knew he made a mistake.
“No. No. No. No,NO!” He cried,reaching to grab the rope to try to climb up again but you had pulled out a knife, cutting through it and pulled it into the upside down. His fingers reaching to try to catch it before it did, as he yelled. “NO! Y/N. DONT!”
“I’m sorry Eddie.”
“What are you doing!?”
“What are you doing?” Eddie laughed from the driver seat of his van. He glanced towards you, sitting on the passenger side as you were rummaging through the many cassette tapes on your lap. Your tongue sticking out from between your lips as you concentrated on the different tracks.
“I need to find something that will calm my nerves!” Many tapes were discarded to the side in your haste. “Eddie, how the hell do you only have metal bands. I mean I’m not saying they’re bad , trust me . But how am I suppose to think clearly with these guitars blasting my eardrums right now. Seriously…”
He reached over to turn the volume down of said guitar solo that was rumbling through his speakers, letting out a small laugh at your rambles. You were mumbling as you glared at the many tapes, as though hoping they would change into different artists under your harsh stare.
“I find Heaven and Hell very relaxing" he snatches the Black Sabbath tape from your hands that you were ready to toss to the back. “Puts me right to sleep at night. I sleep like a baby every time.” He grins as you roll your eyes and slump into your seat. He finally takes pity.
“Hey, don’t stress about that presentation. You’ll do great.”
You begin playing with the strap of your backpack, sighing before rubbing your eyes. “I been so anxious over it all night because fate decided I had to have that damn class in the morning.”
“You picked out your schedule, remember-”
You level him with a glare that shut up him real quick. “English is the only class I have a very low grade in and if I don’t at least get a B+ on this presentation, I may not have time to raise it up in time for graduation!”
Eddie stared at the road as he listened to you talk, Hawkins High visible over the end of the road. He looked over to you again once you stopped. “Y/N, we both know you’ll do great. I did not had to listen to your annoying voice repeat the same speech a million times for you to fail on me.”
You smack him hard on the shoulder, huffing at his exaggerated pained expression. “Easy for you to say. Ms. O’Donnell’s is happy to let you pass with a damn D so she doesn’t see you in her class ever again.”
“So rude. I think i’m pleasant to have in class.” He flinches oncce he feels the effects of your assault on his arm. “When did you get so strong?” Eddie pouts, rubbing his arm only to smile when he felt your hand on top of his as a soft apology. “Either way, we both are going to graduate this year. You think I want to walk that stage with out you? Remember what I said?”
You remained silent for a beat, forcing Eddie to sing your name. “y/nnnn”
“86’ is our year.” You mimick his voice but allow for the grin to tug on the corner of your lips. Eddie pulled into the parking lot of the high school, many students already heading towards their own classrooms.
“Fuck yeah it is. Now give them hell.”
Dustin begin cursing like crazy, his high pitch voice nearly drowning out the sound of a the demobats breaking through the door. You turned to look before disappearing out of Eddie’s sight. His only guess that you ran out of the trailer being confirmed by the demobats flying through the trailer and not paying any mind to the portal that lead to Hawkins.
“— fucking crazy! What the fuck!” Dustin was screeching, hands grabbing onto his brown curls as he turned to look at Eddie. “What..what are you doing?”
Eddie gave no response as he kicked the mattress out of the way, grabbing one of the wooden chairs that was thrown to the side of the trailer. His body was shaking from all the adrenaline and fear that was pumping in his veins, your sad smile stamped to the back of his eyelids every time he blinked.
He stepped onto the chair once he pushed it under the hole, only needing to jump a little to grab onto the sides. Dustin’s yelling continuing as Eddie kicked the chair from underneath him and pulled himself through to the other side.
“Eddie!” Dustin yelled as he watched his older friend land on his side with a shout of pain.
Shocks of pain erupted his side, prickles erupting through his skin but he pushed on. Stumbling to his feet and grabbing the trash can lid that was discarded on the floor. He wasted no time to run out of the trailer. The red sky greeting him alongside the faint sound of screaming and inhuman screeches off in the distance.
Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. It’s all he could think as he limped towards the source. His pace picking up despite the burning pain on his sides and arm , at the sound of what he heartbreakly recognized was your screams.
It was like a cloud, the way the demobats circled in one place. Surrounding you as you struggled on the ground, body thrashing and shaking from the teeth that sunk into you. Your painful screams being cut off by the slimy tail that wrapped around your throat.
“Y/N!” He yelled, his throat constricting as he sobbed at the sight of the demobats swarming around you. Your cries striking through him like lightening. It was more painful than the pain of his broken arm. It didn’t compare to any of the torture he went through in the hands of his bullies or his own father growing up. This was much much worse, and he didn’t know if he would survive it.
He continued to scream your name as he ran towards you.
“Eddie.” Your soft voice tore Eddie’s attention from the magazine in hand. Your figure standing between his doorway to his room watching him sit up on his bed. He grunted at your presence, annoyance tugging at him.
“I told Wayne to not let you in.” He mumbled as he rolled over on his stomach. The letters on the paragraphs on the random page he was on now becoming a blur. The bed sunk beside him where you laid beside him in the same position. Your hair brushing against his shoulder as you looked at the magazine.
“You know he has a soft spot for me.”
It was true. As much as Eddie wanted to be mad at his uncles broken promise, he knew the older man was as much of a victim to your sweet eyes as he was. That was the main reason he had ignored answering the door himself though, so he allowed himself to be a little bit mad at his uncles weakness.
It disappeared the moment you laid your head onto his shoulder, hands snaking toward one of his, intertwining your fingers. “I’m sorry Eddie.”
“What are you saying sorry for, you didn’t do anything”
“I know. But still.” You begin playing with his rings. “ If I didn’t stay behind to talk to Max, I would have been there when Jason and those assholes found you.”
“It’s fine.” He replies coldly, not towards you but at not wanting to think about the bruises that were beginning to form under his layers of jacket and vest.
“It’s not Eddie,” you huff stubbornly, “I could have smacked him with my binder.”
Eddie laughed at that, shaking his head at the image of your angry face and Jason’s horror. “Ah yes, he would be branded with that glittery mess you love so much. Imagine his face when he finds out he was knocked out by a dnd binder of all things.”
You giggle at the idea, his heart soaring at the sound. You both stay silent for a few moments before he looks to his side at you. Your soft eyes already on him. He finds himself beginning to talk again, because that’s what you do to him. Despite him initially not wanting to talk to anyone, you come and force him out of his shell. It was an impact only you had on Eddie “The Freak” Munson.
“I wish..things were different.” His throat clogs up and he looks away for a moment. “Like, I wasn’t hated so much. I know I joke and brush it off..but it hurts y/n.”
Tears were threatening to spill over the edge of his eyes but he forced them to stay put. “Not the punches, but the words. Why am I a freak simply because I do things I enjoy? Or the way I dress? Why does that bother them so much, why is me simply living enough for this whole town to look at me with so much hatred-”
He was rambling now, his breath becoming uneven. You pushed yourself into a sitting position and cupped his cheeks, letting him scramble for words. “Eddie..”
“Sometimes I wonder if they’re right, maybe I am..wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t be here-”
“No.” You sternly say, “they’re not right and help me god Eddie, I will not let you believe any of that bullshit.” He stays quiet as he listens to you. Doe brown eyes looking up at you, the resemblance of a small child.
“Those people, they’re just miserable themselves. And they take it out on you because they see that you have so much potential Eddie. They see that you are what they wish they could be. Brave.”
“I’m not-”
“You’re brave Eddie. You may think that you run away from things, but i’ve never seen someone so strong like you, and you make me want to be brave too.” You sniff as your own tears make an appearance. “You’ll graduate. Get in that van and leave Hawkins, and make a name for yourself. You’ll play your music, touch so many with those guitar skills-” you let out a soft laugh, “and you’ll make it. You’ll get out of this stupid town and make it Eddie Munson.”
His gaze softened as he looked between your eyes, taking in the determation and honesty in them. His hand coming up to cup your cheek, wiping the tear that was rolling down your cheek.
“Okay.” He whispers, admiring the way you leaned into his hand. “But you’re missing one thing.”
You frown as you looked at him questionly. He continues, “You’re going to be there. When I graduate, and in that van when we leave Hawkins. You’re going to be by my side when I play in front of a few drunks in random bars. You’re going to eat shitty pizza with me in whatever cheap apartment we could afford.”
“Only if it’s not pineapple pizza.” You joke which Eddie gasps and pretends to hold his heart in mock offense.
“Maybe I should reconsider what I just said.” He huffs as he lays on his back, his hands not moving from your cheek. “How dare I spend a day with someone with no taste. What, you want to eat only cheese pizza ? Disgusting. Unacceptable. Cant have that in my household.”
Your hand came up to grab onto the one on your cheek. A huge smile spreading across your face as you listen to him. He gazes at you.
“We’re both getting out of Hawkins, alright?” He whispers, hoping that you wanted the same thing. Relief spread though his chest with warmth when you nodded.
“86 is our year baby.”
The demobats had fallen onto the ground in a split second, Eddie barely putting any thought in the sudden drop of the monsters. His only thought was you. Your body too still when he finally reached you, dropping to his knees as his hands grab onto you.
“Oh god, baby. Shit, y/n?” He inhaled at the sight of the wounds that scattered along your body, blood coating his fingers from where he was holding you. He couldn’t even figure which ones were worse but looking at your face, your own blood staining your cheeks and around your mouth. Eyes barely opened as pained pants pushed past your lips.
“Eddie..” you whisper, so broken that Eddie could feel the panic rise in his own throat.
“You're okay. You’re okay, we’re going to get you out of here okay?” He reassures, trying to pull you more onto his lap but your sharped cry had him pausing. “S-shit, i’m, im sorry y/n”
You slightly shook your head and grabbed onto one of his arms as you gritted your teeth in pain. “I cant move Eddie, it hurts..can I just lay for a bit..please”
A sob rips out of him as he nods, bending down to move your hair out of your face. “Okay baby.” Your breathing became more steady as he held you. Tears mixing with the blood on the side of your face as you try to smile at him,
“I gave them hell right Eddie?” You struggle, coughing up more blood at your efforts. Eddie held onto you tighter, body beginning to shake as the realization was dawning him the more seconds went by. Some bats that seemed to have suffered from your makeshift weapon laid a few feet away from you.
“Yes. Yes you did,” he chokes. He didn’t know how he was speaking with the way his whole head was swarming with emotions. Your proud smile kept him leveled for a little longer. You were still trying your hardest to comfort him, despite your body twitching at the pain that radiates from where chunks of your skin was bitten off.
“Its your year Eddie,” you rasp, “promise me, you’ll leave Hawkins, okay?” Your words were beginning to slur, “you..you’ll leave and make it big yeah? Bars..eat pizza and..and make it.”
More whimpers and cries from Eddie cut through your rambling as he shook his head violently, “no, no no! We are leaving Hawkins, y/n. Not-not just me okay? We are, I promise. You promised and you can’t break that!” He yells but you only shake you head.
“Promise me , please..” he falters but the desperation in your voice has him nodding without any thought. Your eyes soften in relief as more pain coughs abuse your throat. Eddie was mumbling incoherently now, small “you’re okay”s trembling out of him as he cups your cheek. Your eyes watching him with a knowing hint of sadness.
“I love you Eddie..” your voice was so small, his name barely a breathe by the end of the statement. He didn’t have time to fully register it before you looked off to the side, breathing coming to a slow stop and eyes glazing over. One last tear kissing your cheeks.
It was like he was drenched in cold water. His eyes scanning your face trying to process the change, your still expression finally breaking him.
“no , please gOD NO” he shook your shoulders, stained fingers gripping your chin to turn towards him. Praying for your eyes to look at him but they stayed distant, staring off into the sky. Any life, all the warmth that he looked toward to seeing every day ever since he met you, drained into a cold expression.
“Don’t do this to me, don’t do this” he sobs, pushing your face into his chest as he hugs your body. No longer being able to look at the expression unless he wanted his sanity to fully snap. Although with the way he screamed and cried, he wondered if it already did. “Don’t leave me y/n, i cant. I can’t do this with out you!”
He didn’t know how long he sat there, crying out to the sky when a pair of hands latched onto his shoulders. Steve and Nancy attempting to pull him away from your body while Robin watched in horror, hand over her mouth as she noticed your battered body.
“Eddie..” Nancy called, ignoring his hands trying to push her off. “Eddie we have to go.”
“No! I’m not fucking leaving them here.” He seethes, trying to reach for your body again but was pulled by his jacket by Steve. Who kept his composure when Eddie reached back to hit him, “are you fucking crazy? We can’t leave!”
“We don't have time, i’m sorry but we need to go. Now!”
They ignored his screaming of your name as they pulled him away. Eddie didn't care if he looked insane with the way he kicking and screaming at them. He just wanted to feel you against his arms again, in his hands. Even if the warmth was turning ice cold when they had found you two.
You didn't deserve to lay there with the monsters that took you away from him. But he had no choice when their gripped tightened on him and they forced him through the portal into Hawkins, away from you.
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May , 1986.
Hawkins was slowly piecing itself back together. The government had taken over the Hawkin’s police job in calming down the scared population. They build a fake story that cleared Eddie of the murder charges and explained the many disappearances, including yours, that occurred during the week of murders that plagued over the town.
Eddie and his uncle were given a new trailer, their old one destroyed and covered by the government.
The small group of outcasts that consisted of teenagers and adults knew the truth. Will had reassured everyone that he didn’t feel any connection to the upside down anymore, concluding that Vecna was truly defeated.
After all the horrors they went through, years of terror that begun in 1983, it finally ended. 3 years of monsters and other worlds that tried to dig it’s in claws in Hawkins to destroy it, came to an end in 1986.
They wanted to celebrate, host a huge get together to celebrate the year that ended their nightmares.
Eddie didn’t go.
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June, 1986.
“We are here not only to celebrate the students who are going to walk this stage, but those who had that chance taken away from them..”
Eddie didn't care that he was graduating or that there were a few boos in the crowd when he walked the stage. He didn’t care that those boos were pushed down by the yells of the teenagers and his uncle that stood from their seats in the crowd. Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan yelling from their own places on the field among his class.
He didn’t care to snatch the diploma, allowing for the principle to place it in his hand. Or even to flip everyone off as he walked back to his seat like a zombie.
He only cared to stare at the empty seat beside him.
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August. 1986.
Wayne had carefully placed the piece of paper, that was slipped under their door that morning, in front of Eddie. He was sat staring at a bowl of cereal that Wayne convinced him to try to eat.
Eddie glanced at the paper for a second. Only needing to see your full name and details of where your funeral will be held. Your parents had finally accepted that you weren’t coming home. One small look at the date that was on top of the page had Eddie pushing the bowl away and stomp to his room. Wayne’s call of his name a buzz in his ears as he slammed the door shut.
He didn’t make it to your funeral.
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October 1986.
“They wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
That sentence was what started the screaming match between Eddie and Wayne. Words shooting at each other, the level of their voices rising as each harsh jab grew deeper and deeper. Eddie’s shouting finally overlapping his uncles. He grabbed onto whatever item he could find in his room, throwing them around as he remembered your amused eyes when you had walked around carefully in the same space. Pointing out items and asking about them.
He ripped the posters that you complimented and asked about, he broke a few records that you begged to borrow, he ripped the new magazine he was planning to show you before Chrissy had asked to meet up with him. His room wasn’t recognizable as he fell to the ground on his knees and begin to sob in his hands. Wayne bend down and wrapped his arms around him.
“I know. I know” he cried, letting Wayne to pull him closer. “I-i’m sorry, im fucking sorry. i’m trying. I really am.”
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December. 1986.
Snow bit at his cheeks, the thick scarf that Steve has gifted him days prior protecting him from the cold wind that blew over Hawkins.
The silence in the cemetery allowing for the small buzzing of the wind to fill his ears while he stared at the headstone. Many flowers and candles were surrounding it. A teddy bear and an envelope catching his attention. Max’s handwriting of your name in red letters.
It's been months and he finally found himself in front of your headstone for the first time. He thought that he was prepared to see the finality of your name carved out in front of him. But it wasn't your name that had him crumbling into the pieces he tried desperately to put together these last few months.
It was the 1986 carved at the end of it that did it for him.
He ignored the harsh cold of his tears as he sat down on the snow covered grass. Shaky fingers pushing down the scarf and tongue licking his chapped lips.
“Hey..” he starts, clearing his throat. “I know you probably want to haunt me for not coming sooner..” a pathetic cry tickles at his throat but he pushes on. “It's been hard. Knowing that once I did come to see you, there was no more hopes that maybe..just maybe this was a whole fucked up nightmare.”
“Every morning, I wanted to wake up and hear that phone ring. Hear you yelling at me for sleeping in late and that I better be at your house in 5 minutes-” he chuckles sadly, “or else you would cut my hair the next time I slept in .”
He remembers those conversations so vividly. He stops talking for a few seconds to stare at the flowers.
“I look for you everytime Wayne makes me go to the store. That old man won't quit. But..but I always have this hope when I go, that i’ll see you in the frozen food aisle. Your arms full of those stupid pizza rolls you ate so much. You would turn to me and smile, and force me to buy them for you.”
“People still look at me like they’ll burn if they walk next to me..ha it’s kind of funny. I can see you sticking your tongue out and pretending to hiss at them.” Hands come up to rub at his eyes. “I stopped paying attention to the shit they say though. Like you would have wanted. Remember? You told me to not listen to their bullshit.”
He sobs. “Why..why did you do it? Why would you sacrifice yourself like that? I was so fucking mad at you. Uncle Wayne had to fix the wall so many times. I just was so angry, I'm sure you heard me cuss your name a few times..” he sniffs, “But I was really mad at myself. Because I would have fucking done the same thing if you went up that rope first. Did-did you know that? Is that why you did it?”
The snowfall was beginning to slow down. The snow was seeping through his jeans from where he was sitting but he paid it no mind. “I feel like I can barely breathe some days. Knowing I wont hear your voice, or feel you playing with my hair. Or, or the fact that we won’t leave Hawkins together. That’s what hurts the most.”
“I know it’s shitty and Mike would go on his stupid rants of me heing selfish, or that scary bald girl would probably explode my head off with her powers if they heard me say this but..I wished we would have let Hawkins burn. We should have let vecna destroy it all if it meant you wouldn’t have died.”
The words felt bitter, horrible coming out of his mouth but they held so much truth in them, he couldn't feel any guilt from them. It plagued his mind every day, how he should have grabbed your arm when they were planning the attack, and just left them to fight on their own. Take you away from it all and skip town, even it meant people were still hunting him and his name wouldn't have been cleared.
“But you wouldn’t have wanted that.” He confesses, “you wanted to fight. You wanted to make sure we helped a group we barely knew, and to make sure to prove my innocent. That’s..that’s just how selfless you were. I would have ran but you didn't. You stayed and look what happened.” He didn’t know if anymore tears could be drained out of him.
“You died when we were suppose to leave. We were suppose to leave Hawkins, and make it." He hands reach out to touch your gravestone for a second. “I didnt know if I could do it alone. I didn't leave Hawkins during the summer like we planned, it didn’t feel right. I’m sorry y/n, for taking so long. But..I think i’m ready now.”
In his van, that was park a hundred feet away from your gravesite, held a few bags with his belongings alongside his guitar and the many records that didn’t break under his grief. A notebook on the passenger seat, scribbles of lyrics that whispered everything he knew about you.
“I’m leaving Hawkins. I talked to a few friends out a few towns over, and they got me a gig.” Eddie smiles through his tears. He could feel the excitement that would have radiated off you if you truly were there. “I’m going to play at a bar and hopefully woo some drunks with my voice. I'm going to keep my promise.”
“I..” he pauses as he stares down at his hands. “I love you. I didn’t say it and I regret it. So much, but I love you. I loved you the moment you entered my life. I loved you when you came to my first campaign and totally killed your character off in the first rolls and reckless decisions. I loved you when you would show me all those books you read, or when you would talk about some soap opera on tv. I loved you when you held me on days I couldn’t be the Eddie every knew or when I held you and you got your snot all over me. I loved you everyday that you were by my side. and I will continue to love you.. I love you so much. Nothing will change that.”
He stands up, weakly brushing off the snow off his clothes as he looks down at your headstone one last time. “I love you y/n. You gave them hell, and I promise i’ll do the same.”
Eddie knows that he wasted most of 1986 but he can't say that he regrets it. Despite knowing it wasn’t what you wanted for him, he felt it was necessary to grieve the way he did. But with a few days away from the New Years, he still had a chance to make it out of Hawkins and make it his year. And the year after that.
He would do it for you.
#eddie munson angst#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson my baby#stranger things imagine#stranger things#stranger things season 4#eddie x you#eddie x reader
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“I…I stormed a fucking castle to look you in the eye and tell you that I love you knowing that you wouldn’t say it back.”
Put it on my gravestone. ✌🏻
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May I ask for super sick hero, please?
It was nearly ridiculous. The villain knew their hero could be dramatic but this was a new high.
Turning in the villain’s bed, their nemesis was whining as if they were being gutted.
“It’s a cold.” The villain wrung out the cold cloth they put on the hero’s hellishly hot forehead seconds later. “Nothing more.”
“What’s life anyway? Nothing but suffering,” the hero groaned, frowning as the wet cloth found their head. “It’s a walking shadow! A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage…”
“Stop quoting Shakespeare. I’m gonna get a headache because of it,” the villain hissed. “You’re so exhausting, you know? Why can’t you just sleep? I gave you pain killers twenty minutes ago. Why do you have to be sick? Why do I have to take care of you?”
“You’re so mean,” the hero whined, grabbing the villain’s arm and squeezing it until it was uncomfortable. “Don’t you understand? I’m dying. Dying. A sea of troubles. A heartache. Thousand natural shocks.”
“I said stop quoting Shakespeare.” The truth was that, yes, this was a cold. A cold with a fever that had been going on for three days now.
The villain was getting impatient. They were getting worried.
And that scared the living shit out of them.
“Write on my gravestone some Shakespeare, will you?” the hero slurred.
“Oh, fuck no,” the villain answered. “You’re not going to die, you little shit. You still owe me.”
“…owe? Just let me die, really, I’d appreciate a stab to the heart, nice and clean…” Sometimes, the villain wanted to slap the hero.
This was such a moment. The hero didn’t even know how annoying they were. It made the villain’s face burn, their voice stutter, the palms of their hands sweat.
The feeling wasn’t hatred, it was something much stronger but the villain couldn’t name it. There was something about their dramatic personality that made the villain’s mouth go dry at an instant.
It was a reluctant feeling, a stinging one.
“You owe me a kiss, you dumbass.”
“Kiss?” The hero’s eyes were closed but the villain had the suspicious feeling that the hero was listening very intensely.
“Yes.” The villain ground their teeth. “The gala two weeks ago. We had a bet. On the mayor.”
“The mayor! Yes. I remember,” the hero said. “Maybe your kiss will heal my wounds, my terrible wounds!” The hero’s voice was more quiet, weak. The villain suspected they were close to drifting off to sleep.
“You have no wounds, it’s a cold,” the villain reminded them. “But sure. Worth a shot.”
The villain leaned down and kissed the hero’s nose. Their own face was probably just as hot as the hero’s and they were nervous about it. Though, it wasn’t unreasonable to think that the hero was delirious enough to not even register it.
Maybe that way, the villain couldn’t be teased with this. Maybe, they could get away. Maybe the hero would forget about it.
“Already feel better,” the hero slurred before they fell asleep peacefully.
A week later, when the villain was sick, the hero kissed their nose too.
Funnily, it helped.
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