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wyspersss · 2 years

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posts two days in a row i’m on a roll!! decided to draw that little scene from mag 180 for some comic practice :)

also! i am going to start adding IDs to my posts, i may forget every once in a while so bear with me but i’ll try to be as consistent as possible! also sorry if they’re not the best i’m still working on how exactly to format and write them

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A single page comic of Jon and Martin in greyscale. Martin is a tall, plus sized white man with light wavy hair with white streaks and light eyes. He has circular glasses, in which one of the lenses is cracked. There is a small white scar on the left side of his jaw. He is wearing a grey hoodie and has an unshaven stubbly face. Jon is a shorter middle eastern man with buzzed short black hair with grey throughout. He also has a full beard with grey throughout as well. His skin is pockmarked with small scars, in addition to a scar across his throat and a small scar on his left arm. He wears rectangular glasses, a light colored t-shirt, and a dark jacket with a bag slung across his shoulder.

Panel 1: Martin has his eyes closed and is presumably leaning toward Jon who is not in frame, facing to the left. He has a small contented smile on his face as he says, “your turn.”

Panel 2: Jon, facing right, also has his eyes closed with a calm expression replies, “fine, I spy with my little eye…” pausing before the end of the statement.

Panel 3: Wide shot of both Jon and Martin facing forward. Jon is faced slightly away from Martin as he looks back toward him. Jon is smiling as he opens his right eye to reveal that it’s glowing green with other ghostly green eyes floating around him. As he does this, he says, “… literally everything.” finishing his previous statement. (the dialogue text is slightly distorted) Martin’s head is angled slightly toward Jon to look at him as he smiles and snorts a laugh, eyes open and crinkled. His hands are raised like he’s about to cover his face.

Panel 4: Jon and Martin are leaning against each other, holding each others hands, faces bright and smiley as they laugh together. They both have their eyes closed. On the right of the panel, a second set of laughter, this one a more sinister “oh ho ho ho…” travels between panel 4 and 5.

Panel 5 (final panel): Jon and Martin lean against each other, identical to the previous panel, but now their faces have dropped. Jon is frowning, eyebrows creased and he is looking up at Martin. Martin is also frowning, as he looks down at Jon with a similar expression. They have both stopped laughing.

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I hope i did okay on that! If there’s anything I can improve on when writing these please tell me I’d really appreciate it :D

#the magnus archive fanart #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #jonmartin #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart fanart

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zimthandmade · 3 months

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Hi, I was wondering... what kind of wardrobe would mello have? What are your hc about that, like what would he wear each season, how is he with styling color? How would you describe his fashion taste? All that good stuff. Actually now that I'm thinking about it, would also appreciate some of those for Matt and Near as well. Thanks in advance and I hope you have a great day.

I can't give you a detailed fashion analysis for the three as I don't have a sense for fashion myself lol but I can give you some clothing related headcanons if you like?

I already tried to talk about their style a bit in the character sheets I made a while ago, if that helps -> Near | Matt & Mello

As a kid, a girl once complimented Matts striped t-shirt. He almost exclusively wore stripes after that and it stuck with him. He still thinks about that compliment from time to time as an adult.

At Wammy's, Matt sometimes wears Mellos clothes. Either because he’s too sleepy, has his mind put on another shelf to notice or because he just grabs whatever is laying around and then wonders throughout the day why the stuff is so uncomfortable. “Did I get fatter again??” He tugs on it to make it feel looser and wears the stuff out bit by bit. Mello keeps wondering why his clothes keep getting baggy and worn out. He sometimes finds the heels of his pants scuffed even though his pants don’t drag on the ground at all. Matt is a few centimeters shorter than Mello and every time he wears Mellos pants, he keeps stepping on the heel part. “Huh, why the hell are my pants always so trashed at the heel?? They’re not dragging on the floor like M…atts — PIČKA TI MATERINA, TAKE THOSE OFF RIGHT NOW, MATT!!”

Near really could not care less about how his clothes look, as long as they're comfortable.

I feel like Wammy's should have a school uniform, even though we only see the kids at canon Wammy's in plain clothes. I'm still debating if I should design one just for the sake of it. Can you imagine any of them wearing a classic british school uniform? :'D How do you think it would look like? What colours? What school emblem would Wammy's have?

The mafia gang actually makes sure that their members are well dressed, as the mentality still stands that if you look like shit, nobody will make deals with you. So Mello was forced to step up his dressing game when he joined.

Also, I felt like drawing the kids in winter attire!

And I think this fits in the fashion headcanons quite well too haha

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Nailed It! (Blue Lock)

Heyo! It's been a minute since I've written for Blue Lock! After fangirling over Bachisagi with the wonderful @intheticklecloset- this fic came to be! :D I hope you like it friend! :3

Summary: Bachira finds fake nails and decides he wants claws. Shenanigans ensue.

Bachira all but threw the bag in his face the second he came in. “I bought claws!”

“Claws?” Chigiri asked once his initial shock wore off. Bachira grinned as he dug into the bag.

“CLAWS!” He cried once more, presenting the pack of stick on nails. Plain in appearance, they shined under the fluorescent lights of the facility. “See?”

“Pfft-” The redhead giggled, taking the box and examining them. “Claws indeed. Why’d you buy fake nails?”

“‘Cause.” Bachira didn’t add more, dumping the remains of his goodies across the futon. An assortment of colorful nail polish and stickies fell out. “I wanted claws!”

“....You want me to do your nails?”

“Yeah! Give me claws!”

Chigiri blinked. Then he laughed, nodding. “Alright, I’ll give you ‘claws’.” Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

~~~

Unsurprisingly, Chigiri was amazing at this stuff.

With the precision of a surgeon, he held Bachira’s hands in his own as he carefully placed each fake nail. His hair was loosely tied back, falling over his shoulder as he leaned in to check if they were straight. “Good- you don’t want these crooked- it hurts.”

“You’ve worn claws before?” Bachira smiled happily, kicking his feet under the table as he watched. His other hand was already adorned with fake nails. The urge to tap them against the table and make a clicky sound was strong, but Chigiri insisted he waited until he had them painted.

“No- I’m allergic to the adhesive. Makes my fingers turn red.” Chigiri wrinkled his nose as he adjusted the remaining finger. “My sister wears them all the time though- I used to help her out. She could never get them to stay.”

“Hm.” Bachira nodded. “Do you paint your nails?”

“Not lately. They always chipped after practice. Hopefully these will stay on.” Just before Bachria’s turn, the dribbler insisted on painting his friends. Chigiri’s fingers were now coated with a surprisingly even set of pink.

Except for his ring fingers. Those were orange. “Kuni nails.” Bachira winked, making him blush and roll his eyes.

“I’m a good claw painter! And you are too- oooo.” Bachira forgot what he was saying when the first layer of blue touched his nails. It looked so much like Isagi’s eyes. “That’s pretty!”

“You picked them out- I assume you knew what you were doing.” Chigiri gave him a teasing brow raise. Heat creeped up Bachira’s collar as he averted his gaze, watching the redhead work. “Don’t squirm- you’ll mess up the design.”

“Design-” Bachira leaned forward to look, only for Chigiri to push him back in his seat with a pointed glare. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t know you could draw!”

“I er..can’t. I can make squiggles though.” Chigiri laughed softly, making Bachira smile. “I hope you don’t mind them.”

Bachira took his hands, posing them the way his mom did whenever she got her own nails painted. Stripes of yellow cut through the blue on his ring fingers, the rest a beautiful application of blue. Chigiri even managed to put some of the sticky gems on them, really making them pop.

“I love them!” He breathed, giggling as he hugged the other. “Thanks Chi-Chi! I’m gonna wear them forever!”

“Heh, no problem. C-Careful, they’re not dry yet!” Chigiri called after him as Bachira ran off, giggling the entire time.

He couldn’t WAIT to show Isagi!

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“Look look! My claws!” Bachira shoved them in pretty much everyone’s face, wiggling his fingers for the full effect. As soon as they were dry he was waving them around, clicking them against water bottles and anything that would make noise. Kunigami jokingly told him he should do ASMR with them- Bachira tried but was far too loud right off the bat.

“Wow, look at those. They’re pretty!” Isagi giggled as he took Bachira’s hands, taking them in. “Chigiri painted them for you?”

“No, I did.” Raichi called out, earning a small burst of giggles from the others. His own nails were painted black- courtesy of said redhead. “I’ll do yours next, Isagi. Give me your digits!”

Isagi rolled his eyes as he turned back to Bachira, finding him no longer there. “Bachi-”

Something blunt but ticklish trailed against his neck. He shuttered with a sharp yelp, diving forward. “Ahah!”

Silence, the rest of Team Z looking at him with looks of both curiosity and amusement. Isagi felt his face burn.

“Ooo…” Bachira cooed from behind, something dangerous in his tone. “Was that…”

Isagi had two options. Stay and take it or run and get it anyway.

He opted for the latter.

“Isagi!” Bachira called after him as he took off, flying over futons and people as he bolted out the door, the dribbler hot on his trail. “Come back here!”

Nope, no way! Not happening! It was bad enough that Bachira knew his worst tickle spots. With those nails…

He was gonna kill Chigiri. He’ll plan his revenge later.

For now, he needed to RUN-

A dead end! He turned with wide eyes as Bachira began a slow ascent, glittery nails wiggling with devious intent. “Isagi~”

He looked both ways, knowing it was useless. Bachira had him cornered. “Bachira! Bachira- now wahahit just a mohohment!”

“No can do! The monster’s telling me to get you, so here I COME!” Bachira charged, easily trapping his boyfriend against the wall as his fingers skittered and danced against the exposed skin of his neck. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AH! Ahehahahahahhaha! Bahahhachihihihirahahha! Heahhahahahahha!” The other boy squealed as he sank to the floor, half trapped by Bachira’s legs as the other pressed into him. Those dastardly nails danced against his skin, sending waves of sensitivity across his nerves. “Wahahahahait, wahahhait- thhehehehey’ll fahahhahahall oohohohohohofff!”

“Silly Isagi- I know they will! That just means I’m gonna have to use them to their fullest potential!” Bachira giggled, tugging his boyfriend gently until he was half-lying, half sitting up against the wall. As he went down, a strip of skin revealed itself, giving Bachira a new opening.

“Bahahahachi- Bahahchi- WHAHAHHAIT!” The brunette all but shrieked when Bachira’s new “claws” found the soft skin of his waist, gently tracing the skin along his lower ribs and sending him through the roof. “DOOHOHOHON’T NOOHOHOHT TEHEHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, someone’s ticklish! Tell me- does it tickle more or less with the nails?” The bob-cutted player snickered as he stuck a hand up Isagi’s sweatshirt, clawing at his skin as Isagi squealed and thrashed against the floor. “I bet it’ll tickle way more if I do this~” He dragged them slowly, watching as his boyfriend arched and wheezed at the feeling. “Am I right, Blue Skies?”

“BAAHAHCHIHIHIHIRAHHAHA! GEHAHAHAH PLEHAHAHHASE!” Isagi was sure he was going to die- he was starting to see stars and his body felt light. If he were being honest, he didn’t mind it all that much.

Then Bachira yelped and pulled his hands away and his ascend to the afterlife came to an abrupt halt. “Ehehehahha..yohoohu gohohohod?” He gasped out, hands coming around his belly as he weakly looked up.

“Ow…I didn’t realize that would hurt.” Bachira moaned, rubbing his fingers. Two of his fake nails had popped off, and a third was hanging on by a few strands of glue. “My claws..”

Isagi sat up with some effort, taking in the dribbler’s hands. Gently, he took them in his own, rubbing soothing circles against the aching fingers. “Sorry they popped off. They were cool while they lasted, though.”

“Hmm.” Bachira nodded, sounding a bit glum. Isagi smiled as he brought his hand to his lips, kissing the dribbler’s bruising fingers. The gesture was enough to shock him out of his pout.

“There. All better.” Isagi grinned after kissing the last of his fingers, scrunching his face up when he got a taste of nail polish. “Gross- how do people eat with this stuff on? I feel like it’d make everything taste weird.”

Bachira stared at him. Then he busted out laughing, falling against Isagi’s shoulder. “Ehehehhe! I lohohove you so much, Bluuhue skies!” He pulled back until he and Isagi were face to face, their foreheads pressed together as he gave him the sweetest of smiles. “Do you want me to kiss it all better?”

Isagi only laughed, nodding as he closed his eyes, Bachira’s lips capturing his own soon after.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue Lock #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #bachisagi #platonic!Bachigiri #tickle #tickle fic #fluff

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merakiui · 11 months

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imagining yandere!azul, who was annoyed of darling's romantic advances and rejected her love confession at first but now finds himself yearning and desperate for just an ounce of her affection, wearing the little jewelry you spent your savings on and gifted him, hugging onto the hand-sewn octopus plush you offered him on Valentines Day

Hes trying so hard to get you back, the contracts and offers, the VIP Coupons, the lavish sea-flower bouquets he'd leave at your doorstep, anything that would get you to visit Mostro Lounge! When it doesn't work, there's multiple bottles of glowing pink liquid and textbook sprawled out with a page for a Love Potion recipe, He's sent the tweels to stalk and observe you on campus, He's desperate to be seen as your Sweet Beloved Crush again and no longer some not-so-special person you treat the same as everyone else

azul's tentacle anon 🐙

OOOO YES YES OTL I love this type of concept!!!! :D

Azul who didn’t care much for your romantic advances; in fact, he seemed more annoyed than flattered when you’d come up to him in the busy hallway and gift him a box of chocolates (don’t you know he’s dieting!!!) or offer jewelry that cost most of your funds (don’t you know the color will clash with his aesthetic!!!) or give him handmade gifts like plushies (don’t you know he’s a businessman who has no need or time for silly stuffed animals!!!) For the time you had a crush on him, he had these thoughts. Perhaps it was his own secret defense mechanism: think negatively and poorly of you and your feelings for him and he won’t become attached to this goodwill. Because, truthfully, it felt nice to have you as a cheerleader. You’d show up at the lounge, order a drink, and sit by yourself in hopes of catching glimpses of Azul, even though he often holed himself up in the VIP room to avoid you.

Even if he thought of you as a nuisance, he enjoyed your kindness and, though he shudders to admit it, your flirting. Looking back, there was something oddly sweet in the way you’d flirt with him. It was always so genuine and never meant to ridicule him. He’ll never forget the time the twins came to him to regale him with how they caught you in the library, poring over textbooks on merfolk and the history of the Coral Sea. He’d shooed them away, scoffing about it, excusing your behavior with: “It’s most likely for academic purposes. Perish any other thoughts before you have them.” But now he looks back and he feels curious. Did you want to know more about him on a personal level? Were you going to ask him about the facts you read about in the textbooks? He couldn’t fathom why you’d be interested back then, but now he understands because he’s doing the same thing: looking for every little fact about human nature so he can better appeal to you.

Azul feels foolish. Normally he’s so good at spotting opportunities. Had he been just a little kinder, had he not rejected you so often and so openly, had he just offered friendship before a romantic relationship, maybe you would have continued to harbor feelings for him. Now he’s stuck with his own feelings, and they’re so suffocating. He wants you to look at him like he’s the only one in your world again. He wants you to light up every time you catch sight of him or hear about him in passing. He wants you to come to him with gifts, each one he struggled to repay because he couldn’t just accept gifts without giving in return! He wants you to love him again because now he loves you. It took a while, but it’s caught up to him and now those moments he thought so hatefully about before he daydreams about them with fondness. How could he have let such a good opportunity slip through his fingers?! It’s because no one’s ever liked him like that before. And so he was dreadfully inexperienced in handling this sort of situation.

So when all is lost, love potions are the answer. It’s playing dirty; he knows. But he’s desperate, and he’s always been a greedy, ambitious octopus. He has three hearts, and that’s more than enough to love you. So you’d better use that single heart of yours to love him back, whether willingly or not.

#twisted chit chat #azul’s tentacle anon #yandere twst

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shuusocks · 1 year

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NSFW alphabet (Reiji edition)

Content warning: 18+, mature content 🏃‍♀️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man hands down has one of the best aftercares out of all the brothers. He makes sure that you’re clean, comfortable, hydrated and feeling great. He will even give you new pajamas to change into. After all of that, he’ll tuck you in and cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (their partners favorite body part)

He absolutely loves your hands, he thinks they're the most delicate, graceful things he has ever laid his eyes on. He loves kissing them, holding them. If you're cold, Reiji likes warming up your hands with his own.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

The texture of his cum is a mix of thick and watery. He can usually let out two full loads before they start getting smaller. His cum has a white color although it’s a lot more transparent then Shus. Taste is the same salty one. Makes you swallow it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves the idea of stealing Shus partner or the person he takes interest in and fucking them so hard their screams would echo through the hallways of the mansion and reach Shus ears all the way from Reijis lab.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's definitely not experienced, like at all. C'mon he spends all of his days either reading or doing some crazy experiments. Even though he might seem like he knows what he's doing in bed, it's all thanks to the “educational” books that he has read.

F = Favorite position (their favorite position)

Definitely the ones where he's on top. Reiji loves dominating you. Seeing your cute, frail body under him is his favorite sight. He's a simple man, so naturally, his favorite position is missionary. Your legs either around his waist or on top of his shoulders. His hand holding yours above your head.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment?)

Reiji's never goofy, he never likes to joke around when you’re being intimate with each other. He likes to stay serious and focus on you and on what he’s doing to make you feel good.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

Definitely likes to keep everything trimmed, nice and clean down there. The hair is a dark gray color, a little curly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

One of the most intimate people you know. He will do everything, such as lighting candles or incense, putting rose paddles everywhere, etc. This man is prepared, he will do anything to make you feel as close to him as possible. To make your skin feel his every lightest touch, kiss or even a breath.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Reiji never jacks off, even if he’s feeling horny he’d rather wait for you or just suck it up and hope it goes away quickly. Masturbating goes against his morals.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has dominance and BDSM kinks. He loves seeing you all tied up and needy for him with a gag in your mouth, desperately begging for his touch but your pleads come out completely intangible. Besides these two, he' i's also for sure into praising and sadism. Reiji loves to whip you with his “toys” until your ass turns completely red and painful even to the slightest touch. He also enjoys when you praise him for how good he’s making you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Reiji refuses to do it anywhere else except for your shared bedroom. He thinks having sex anywhere else is unnecessary and inappropriate. Also definitely goes against his morals.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you start to act all smart and mature in a teasing way, that's what gets him going. He loves when you wear his dress shirt with a tie and put on his glasses. He will stop whatever he is doing and will give you all of his attention right that second.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s not a secret that there is a part of him that loves punishing you when you misbehave. But when you purposely go to Shu for attention just to get punished after by Reiji, he will most likely just end up giving you a silent treatment for a while instead of pulling out those whips.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Definitely a receiver. Your mouth on him is one of the best feelings in the entire world to him. The utter bliss that comes over his body every time is like a drug to him. His head is tilted back, eyes shut, one of his hands is gripping your hair, gently guiding your head. The other hand is on his mouth, desperately trying not to let out any sound. His chest quickly rising and falling back down, knees slightly shaking.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

if it's a punishment his strokes will be slow and teasing yet still really deep. He will keep it up until you're a crying, pleading mess beneath him. Only then, he will start going faster little by little till his trusts start to get too rough and you start begging for him to slow down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely is not into quickies. Reiji loves taking his sweet time with you. Exploring your whole body and discovering all of those sensitive spots, makes it so much more exciting to him then just doing it somewhere quickly and going on about your day like nothing had ever happened.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Most definitely is not into taking risks. Like I said, Reiji loves taking his time to make your body feel good, so he surely doesn't want to worry about someone walking in on you two.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Reiji can go for at least three rounds before his trusts get sloppy and his breaths become heavy. But if it’s not a punishment and he’s being slow and more sensual he may even last the fourth round on a good day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh lord, this man has everything, from all the kinds of handcuffs to ropes, gags, etc. Although he likes to use them mostly when he’s punishing you. When you two are just being intimate with each other Reiji doesn’t really use any of them on you unless you ask him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really tease you that often, simply because he doesn't know how to exactly. He may do it on accident, like when he hugs you from behind and gives you little butterfly kisses on the back of your neck. Reiji doesn’t give a lot of thought about such small actions, but your reaction to them will definitely give you away and he’ll learn how to properly play with you over time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Reiji is the type to place a hand over his mouth to silence himself. No matter how good he feels, Rei doesn’t want to make any noise at all, but sometimes he will let out a little groan here or there. Usually the only thing you can hear from him are his deep, unstable breaths.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you ever ask him to help you with your school work and he’s feeling a little frisky that day, he will either whip you or even put a vibrator down there and turn it on higher every time you get a question wrong.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

When soft, Reiji’s about 7 inches but when he’s aroused he can even grow to 9. Definitely has veins on it. The color is soft pink with almost the same color tip. Gets super sensitive when he’s about to cum.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is almost on the ground. Sex is never on this mans mind unless he’s around you and you’re showing him that you're feeling needy at that moment.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he cleans you up and tucks you in, he will always make sure that you’re comfortable and warm. Reiji will always wait for you to fall asleep first and only then will he either fall asleep next to you or go back to reading, etc.

#diabolik boys #diabolik lovers #diaboys #dialovers #fanfiction #fanfic #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons #alphabet #nsfwalphabet #diabolik lovers alphabet #diabolikloversalphabet #gender neutral insert #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji

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onepiece-polls · 9 months

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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side D

MiShanks art by @oz-gauze. Check out the original post here.

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Iceburg x Paulie:

"I find the 'IcePaulie' ship in the "One Piece" fandom particularly compelling, and there are several reasons for this. Firstly, the two characters involved, Iceburg and Paulie, are wonderfully complex and engaging. Iceburg, as the mayor of Water 7 and president of Galley-La Company, is a serious, highly respected figure whose calm and composed demeanor grounds the duo. On the other hand, Paulie, one of the company's top foremen, is known for his strict moral code and boisterous nature, which provides a perfect contrast to Iceburg's character. What I appreciate most about the 'IcePaulie' ship is the potential for dynamic interactions and growth that arise from these contrasting personalities. The calm, collected Iceburg and the more hot-blooded Paulie provide a balanced character interaction, which can lead to interesting conflicts or heartwarming moments of mutual understanding and respect. Moreover, their shared commitment to their work within the Galley-La Company serves as a common ground that bonds them together, further enriching their relationship. In conclusion, the 'IcePaulie' ship, to me, is about more than just a potential romantic or platonic relationship. It's about the exploration of two distinct characters, their individual quirks, values, and the unique dynamic that forms between them. This interplay of personalities and the potential narrative arc their relationship could follow are what make the 'IcePaulie' ship truly captivating to me."

It's one of my fav ship not including the big 5 so 👉👈 It's really damn adorable and romantic, like just paulie being extremely overprotective and iceburg just loving him more everytime. And how they deal with the others shenanigans (that they love)

Propaganda for Shanks x Mihawk:

They had a massive battle at one point, when mihawk showed up on that island where shanks was relaxing shanks convinced him to get drunk with him very easily, also in the war of the best mihawk just flat out said he refused to fight shanks

Goth swordsmith & Golden retriever

Two of the most badass characters in the whole series, cat/dog energy, the fact that Mihawk specifically sought Shanks out to show him Luffy's bounty??, also Mihawk leaving the fight because he didn't sign up to fight Shanks??, I love two middle aged man who are somehow friends AND MAYBE MORE lmao

They’re so funny to me. Like seriously goth Mihawk and happy chaotic Shanks. I just think they could be so good together

Rivals to lovers -- Powerhouses -- Introvert and extrovert -- Mihawk wears red and has black hair while Shanks wears black and has red hair like ✨Color schemes✨ -- SAME BIRTHDAY YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THEY DON'T CELEBRATE IT TOGETHER

They are rivals. They are besties. They are so friggin gay for each other. It's DILF love.

what if we were both swordsmen but you lost your arm to save the future king of the pirates so i have remained SOOO bitter about it but then find out the kid u saved has a promising swordsman so im less bitter so i go drink with you and you force me to ditch my wine for booze but it works because you care about me despite my solitary life so we remained long distance bfs and think about each other constantly. is that something

Mihawk being a recluse but going out of his way to visit his bf regularly is proof enough

#one piece #icepaulie #mishanks #akataka #op shipping war #tournament poll #round 2 #side D

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tr3ns-d3ath-d3ity · 2 years

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"LGBTQA+ is one of the most accepting communities, you're not being targeted by other queer people!! 😤😡"

Aight, time for the list of things related to my queer identity I've been yelled at for by other LGBTQA+ people (for context: I am an oriented aroace, trans, queer, and polyamorous dude):

・Being a trans man.

・Identifying as queer/calling myself queer.

・Saying that gay And mlm are two different things, just like wlw and lesbian are two different things

・Saying that trans women are women.

・Being attracted to men.

・Not being attracted to women and people on the genderqueer/nonbinary spectrum.

・Being oriented aroace.

・Not being monogamous.

・Talking about genuinely loving men.

・Being aspec and having npd (quote the girl who yelled at me for that: "your npd made you aroace, you're just to selfish to commit to genuine love lol.").

・Not being lesbian.

・Not being pan.

・Saying that I support mspec gays/lesbians because it’s not my place to judge other people’s identities just because I may not fully understand them.

・Saying mspec, the multi spectrum, or multiromantic/multisexual (to include ply, pan, omni, bi, neptunic, uranic, and every other pluralian sexuality) instead of just bi.

・Saying that nonbinary people can present themselves as masculine, androgynous, neutral, or feminine as they want, and still be nonbinary.

・Literally just. wearing green eyeshadow????? (quote the person who yelled at me for that: “t hat's a lesbian color, bro, you're literally appropriating lesbian culture by that.")

・Presenting masculine.

・Using he/him pronouns.

・Referring to the D-Slur as tThe D-Slur (y'all want me to say a slur I can't reclaim?????).

・Saying that the og polyamory flag (the blue-red-black one with the yellow pi symbol in the middle) looks neat.

・Not using any of the new polyamory flags because I prefer the blue-red-black + pi symbol one.

・Asking if there’s a word for nonbinary people who are exclusively/only attracted to other nonbinary people.

・Hating non-men who fetishize achillean relationships.

・Being specifically Half-Asian and queer.

・Writing books about exclusively queer men/non-women, mostly to cope with trauma stuff (apparently if your writing doesn't consist of a trillion sapphics, two gay fathers that get three seconds of screentime, and the occasionally non-human nonbinary person, it's automatically bad writing???? Okay damn. Sorry for focusing on my own experiences, I guess?).

・Not necessarily wanting to get married or have a romantic/sexual relationship.

・Shipping two characters in a queerplatonic way instead of a sexual/romantic one.

・Headcanoning a popular fandom character as aroace.

・Mentioning aroallo people.

・Saying that straight asexuals and straights aromantics are LGBTQA+ since that's what the A stands for.

・Not being T4T (I just wanna love men in peace fuck off with your "but cis men are horrible!! 🥺🤢😱 Limit yourself to trans men because I said so!! 😤🤬🤬"-Bullshit).

・Using someone’s neopronouns.

・Supporting xenogender people.

・Headcanoning a canonically lesbian character as trans female.

・Saying that I want more representation of achillean, aroace, trans, and asexual men in media.

・Asking asking someone who knew I used he/him pronouns to not refer to me with they/them (like, girlie, that’s called misgendering).

・Mentioning that women can be aroallo.

・Saying that people who don’t label their genders/sexualities can be LGBTQA+ too.

・Saying that two pan women I know in reallife dating each other aren’t lesbians because... they’re both pan?

・Mentioning that queer men should always be welcome in queer spaces.

・Saying that amab nonbinary folks can be lesbian.

・Wanting to go on T.

・Jokingly referring to my tiddies and my pussy as boys.

And last but not least,

・Saying "people", "y'all", "esteemed guests", or "everyone present" instead of "ladies and gentlemen".

I dunno, homie, I actually do feel a little targeted here.

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freetobeeyouandme · 2 months

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Chapter 6: We Take a Portal to School

Chapter 6 of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3! The party gets to relax a little after almost dying in the last one while also making plans on how to proceed. Plus there is some Mike and the boys bonding and worldbuilding happening, which is why this whole thing comes in at almost 10k. You're welcome.

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

They are found, eventually. From where Mike is sitting he can see three doors leading into the building, all made of the same heavy wood. The one that opens grates on the stone floors, the noise so loud in the reverent quiet of the courtyard that Mike jumps.

The others turn towards the noise with equal looks of dread and resignation.

The door admits two men wrapped in white robes and big, colorful fabrics wrapped around them like greek togas. The smaller of the two is elven, a little shorter than Mike himself, with a pudgy, almost dad-like shape, short, thin white hair and pale skin. The other man is an owlin with brown and creme feathers, sort of like a barn owl. He towers over the other man but hangs back as they make their way to the edge of the walkway, curiously watching their bedraggled group, whispering to each other, before they finally step into the courtyard proper.

Mike puts his hand on his sword, not sure he’s ready to fight if it comes to it but also knowing that he’ll have no other choice. The men hold themselves friendly enough and as far as he can see they’re not carrying weapons, but in a world with magic that doesn’t mean much.

One’s weapon had also only been his mind.

The others react calmly to the approach, though. Lucas straightens up a little, clearly torn between holding onto Max and assuming his princely duties as their leader. Hop, Mrs. Byers and Jonathan look from the men to the group around Mike, and Will rises to his feet and approaches them. He meets the smaller man’s eyes and bows.

The man in charge smiles a smile that isn’t really comforting when he sees their Cleric. “Young Master Byers. I didn’t expect to see you here ever again.”

Will keeps his head bowed. “High Mage Owens.”

“Did that goddess of yours forsake you after all?”

Mike is sure the intention is just friendly ribbing, but the man’s tone is just slightly off, and Will gives him no more than a tight smile when he lifts his head.

“I’m afraid not, sir,” he replies. “But we seek shelter all the same. We will leave if you need us to, but-” he trails off, looking around the courtyard at his tired and grieving friends.

Owens follows the gaze with the same look of cold kindness that he’s been wearing since he stepped through the door. His eyes snag on the corpse sprawled out beside their bags. “So it is true that the Circle has fallen. I told Martin not to trust in gods.”

El tenses at the name, looking down at her feet. Mike understands the feeling. He doesn’t like that fact that this man used to be on a first name basis with the Father of Gods.

The man behind Owens leans forward, whispering something in his superior’s ear. Owens purses his lips, then shakes his head.

“Have you brought his body here with you to resurrect him, or-”

“No,” Lucas says, much too loud in his hurry to speak up. Again he looks at Mike in a way that makes him uncomfortable – a feeling not at all helped by the way Lucas still clings to Max. “He should receive a proper burial...we brought him so he wouldn’t fall into One’s clutches, but no...we just- the body just-”

He trails off.

Owens watches him with calculated interest, the barest hint of a shadow passing over his face. Then he turns back to Will with a tight smile. “We will take care of it.” He nods at Max. “Your friend-”

Hop rises to his feet and joins his son. “She’ll be alright, she simply needs rest.”

Owens nods. “You all need rest. And you shall have it. Let it not be said that the Laboratories turned away heroes in their hour of need.” He motions for the man behind him. “Shepard, see that rooms are prepared for our guests. And have the kitchens bring some food up for them.”

The man whispers something else in Owens ear, and Owens nods. Then the owlin hurries away.

“Come,” Owens gestures for them to follow him. “We have far more comfortable places to discuss your predicament than our portal room.”

Unofficial Tag List (aka you interacted with my posts about this fic, please tell me if you want me to not tag you in the future (or want to be added)): @smalltownwheeler @wheelerpilled @wrong-energy @willthelies @foodiewithdahoodie @doggo9 @gardenfairie @beelikesbyler @beverlysclown @yickarus @sourdough-el @hessolivagant @hesquietoday @oldfashionedmorphine @total-serene560 @bylersrise @hawkinsunderground @longtallglasses @generalstorecashier @usnaavi @camel-casing @bylersbear01 @turningsoft @casatoan @maru-chu @xobyers @goldentrunks @itachisnipplesharingan

#kingslayer fic #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #stranger things #byler fanfic

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voltronisanobsession · 8 months

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Hey could you write Percy with a fem s/o who’s emo? Like she is seen blasting her headphones with Slipknot and other bands all the time. Also her maybe having split dyed hair too? I think that would be so cool ngl.

Percy with an Emo Reader

Once an emo, always an emo🫡 I really like this, it’s different from the other requests I get😍😍

Hope I did you justice, it’s been a while since I’ve entered emo territory💔 I played my rock playlist just to write this lmao💀💀💀 not proofread

I love this idea SO MUCH

When people see you, they don’t expect you to be dating the one and only Percy jackson

Dressed head to toe in mostly black, wearing a Slipknot band tee while rock and metal music blares out from your headphones is the last thing some people expect to see at camp

So imagine their surprise when they see Percy holding and kissing your hand, sending a cheesy smile your way while you playfully roll your eyes

You guys are just so different from each other that most people wouldn’t guess that you guys are a couple

You’re dressed in dark clothing while Percy has a little more color in his wardrobe. you’re the black cat and he’s the golden retriever in the relationship 😖

But your differences is honestly what makes you both closer!

Percy could honestly care less on what people think of your relationship

He knows that as long as you’re happy doing what you do then he’s definitely happy as well

Though sometimes you might grow a bit self conscious of how you guys look like to others, Percy is quick to get rid of those thoughts with a soft kiss on your cheek

He understands your concerns, understands why you might be a bit more hesitant to be around him while out in public, but he makes sure to not let those fears control your guys relationship

His confidence gives you confidence💔💔

Moving on, when Percy first met you, it was definitely a really cool experience for him

He thought you were the coolest person, and he still thinks so!

You’ve shown him a whole new range of music he never would have thought he would listen to

The loud drums and guitars hurt his ears at first but he soon found himself enjoying the tracks you recommended to him from different bands

Omg you guys totally give each other song recommendations

His personal favorite rock band you’ve shown him so far lowkey might be sleeping with sirens💀🔥🔥

He also likes all the rock band tshirts you have

They’re different from what he would usually wear, so this dude steals some of your shirts

The thing is that he can’t really hide that he steals your shirts so you’ll just randomly see him one day wearing your slipnot shirt, the black a stark contrast against all the orange camp shirts

If you also wear an accessories, just know if something goes missing, Percy is MOST LIKELY wearing it

OMG AND YOUR HAIR

Percy LOVES your hair

Especially if you dye it different colors throughout the year! I feel like dyed hair is automatically more fun to play with, so you know this dude is gonna have fun with your hair

I can imagine him trying to run his fingers through your hair only for it to get stuck a second later, your head pulled back as he keeps trying to get his fingers through it

Since you most likely dye and bleach your hair often, it’s lowkey fried and damaged, so unfortunately running his fingers through your hair might be a little hard💀💀💀💀 and painful💀

Percy might even wanna dye his hair to match with you teehee

You would paint his nails black when you crash in his cabin for a night (he learns to paint his own nails when you’re not around :,D)

Omg you might even draw some heavy eyeliner on him or add black eyeshadow under his eyes because he probably asked you to😭😭

If you have an piercings, whether it be face piercings or body piercings, Percy’s immediately asking if they hurt and to what extent.

“What’s this piercing called? An industrial? Damn, did it hurt?”

“It hurt like a bitch.”

“Oh wow ok, haha not getting that one!😀”

Honestly Percy slowly adds some of your stuff into his life, your band tees becoming a permanent clothing piece in his own closet

And you’re just happy that he’s so interested in your interests, seeing as it’s made such an impact in your life!

A small thought, you would totally get along with Thalia

You both might share some of the same music interests and immediately bond over it

You guys are lowkey besties

Ending this, Percy would totally let you throw him into a mosh pit if you both were to go to a concert together

#Percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #Percy pjo x reader #Percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x you #pjo headcanons #pjo #Percy jackson #percy jackson headcanons #x reader #headcanons #pjo fandom

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magic-hcs · 1 year

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For Papyrus Sky, Syrup and Mastiff with S/O (She/Her) who wears cute pastel clothes and has a sweet, kind and ambivert personality <3

I couldn’t help it, I read this ask and saw mastiff and I got so inspired it was like I became possessed by a writing demon. Anyways, I hope you will like it!

Syrup: US Paps

Sky: US Sans

Mastiff: SF Paps

Warnings: female! S/O

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Papyrus: Papyrus firmly believes that the pastel colors is just the theme you go with. Like how his theme is red and orange. Papyrus will often associate pastel colors with you, so if he happens to stumble upon pastel colored clothes, fabric and objects there’s a high chance he will think of you and take a picture of it to send it to you.

Something like this with a random object:

‘I came across some pretty looking things and It made me think of you!’

Like this with clothes:

‘Look at this! Wouldn’t this look adorable on you? Want me to buy it for you?’

Can I say that this sweet boy loves to play with your hair? Because he does, *a lot*. And he’s quite handy with those hands of his too. He can make all kinds of difficult and complicated braids with pastel colored lints. If you let him, he would decorate your hair and lints with matching flowers.

You help Papyrus see that relaxing and doing something small inside can be fun too. But then again, you make almost anything way more fun when he’s doing it with you. He loves to take you out on all kinds of adventures, in both the city and in nature, it’s never boring with him around.

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Syrup: You definitely drag Syrup out of the house more times than Sky is able to. Just because of the fact that Syrup adores you, and he’s clingy, and wants to spend time with you no matter where you go. He loves it that you sometimes just want to stay at home and bask in each other's presence as you do your own things. Because sometimes Syrup has these ‘not so social’ days and it’s nice that he can still spend time with you without having to talk or anything.

Syrup absolutely adores your pastel colored clothes. They’re so pretty and cute and he swears that you seem to glow. He just has this urge to swoop you up and hold you against his chest as his limbs cage you. If you’re open to it, he would call you adorable nicknames like ‘sweetpuff’, ‘baby blue’ (if you’re wearing pastel blue clothes) ‘my fairy’, or ‘princess’. Oh boy, if you return the sweet nicknames and words. He’ll be like a turtle hiding his head in his hoodie. Trying to hide his face. His freckles almost completely camouflaged with the beautiful, deep orange flush covering his cheeks and nose ridge.

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Sky: It was a funny coincidence that you two met. Sky had accidentally bumped into you when he was grabbing his peppermint tea on his break from work. And your soft colored clothes and kind personality immediately stands out to him. You two end up talking and one thing leads to another and you two end up becoming good friends.

Sky would love to go out shopping with you and put together all kinds of pretty outfits for you. If you indulge him by putting together matching outfits for the both of you, Sky will vibrate on the spot.

Once you two are dating Sky will want to show you off to his friends and family and possibly his D&D party members (if you’re up to that is, slow him down a bit, he can be a bit much sometimes.) Sky adores you with all his soul and he will shower you in affection and love, (again if he overdoes it, slow him down a little, state your boundaries.) When you are in those moods where you don’t want to go outside or socialize, Sky will just enjoy your company, each doing their own things in silence. Tell him if you need some time alone.

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Mastiff: Mastiff has seen you a few times in the crowds and everytime you catch his eye. Standing out like a sore thumb with those light colored clothes you wear, and that sweet smile on your face. The first time he saw you was at a bar. He was sitting at the counter waiting for his drink and food. Having needed to get some fresh air and space from Razzle’s motherhenning. He noticed you appearing next to him, ordering your own drink and maybe food - Mastiff isn’t really paying attention to what you’re ordering - and has to do a double take. You’re practically glowing an aura of softness with the pastel theme you had going on and the cute clothes covering your body.

It was something Mastiff has seldom if not ever seen before. Especially since it was such a big contrast to the nature of his world. He’s suspicious and doubts this could be genuine. He ignores you for the most of the night, sparing you only brief subtle glances. He doesn’t think much of it anymore once he leaves. Thinking he won’t see you again. But then, not even a few months later, he spots you again in the comic book store he and Coal frequent at. And then again, a few weeks later at that same bar, and then again on the street, and then again and again and again. He keeps bumping into you and it’s becoming impossible to just ignore you. You’re fascinating and he wants to find out who you are.

Eventually, after a long while, you guys end up as sort of friends? Mastiff hangs out with you and stuff but it’s evident that he keeps you at an arm’s length, he’s unsure what to expect to be honest. Were you keeping up an act to seem vulnerable? Did you gain something from being so…irresistibly sweet? Or were you truly genuine? You drew Mastiff in, he wanted to figure you out. And without noticing it he got struck by an arrow of Cupid.

And let’s be real here: This boy will deny and ignore any feelings he has that are too complicated for him to handle until Coal corners him and forces him to admit it. And even when he admits it, he’s not going to act on it except for more obvious flirting and a bit of possessiveness. So no way is he gonna be the one to confess first.

As a couple, Mastiff just loves your softness. He loves how you wear such bright colors, completely contrasting with his own darker colors. He loves that despite how the world could be so cruel, yet you choose to be kind. You choose to not let it warp your views like he did. He wants to protect your kindness, your happiness, everything that makes you undoubtedly, irresistibly you.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

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robotgirlservos · 10 months

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Name: Adennezene Fausfate III

Username: ChemicalHusk

Classpect: Maid of Void

Blood Color: Magenta???

Weapon type: Polearmkind

more details and story below!

Your name is ADENNEZENE FAUSFATE III and you have been stuck in this stupid EMPTY CITY your whole life. For you this is just normal, but anyone else would likely find it odd how the ELECTRICITY and WATER is still running, but there’s nothing except PERMANENT FIXTURES in each building, and no other people or animals or plants, aside from stupid grass.

Oh yeah, and it’s also ETERNALLY NIGHT, which would be very concerning if you had ever experienced daytime, but for you it’s just EXTREMELY COLD.

Your ��days” are full of TRYING NOT TO STARVE when there’s no food to be found, TRYING NOT TO FREEZE when there’s no clothes or blankets besides what you have always been wearing, and TRYING NOT TO GIVE UP when everything is only getting harder. Basically, you would say that your favorite thing to do is TRYING NOT TO DIE, since that’s all you ever do.

To succeed in your favorite activity, you have had to develop some useful skills, one of them being SYNTHESIS of various resources, each with a certain amount of usefulness. The NUTRIENT PASTE you’ve survived on for your whole life comes to mind as the most useful, while on the other end of the spectrum is practically everything else you've managed to synthesize.

Though it seems something swept through this city long before your time and took everything that wasn’t NAILED DOWN, as they say, you’ve become quite adept at UN-NAILING THINGS DOWN, as they also definitely say. Being able to UN-NAIL THINGS DOWN has been essential to your survival, as no PRE-UN-NAILED-DOWN THINGS exist. You can even take UN-NAILING THINGS DOWN to an extreme degree, UN-NAILING things from the rest of themselves, breaking them into their base elements, or as they are better known: SMITHEREENS.

Smithereens have names too, and it would be rude to not acknowledge whenever the SMITHEREENS’ INITIALS came up in conversation. Like this:

“Th₁e qU₁I₂C₁K₁ Br₂O₂W₁N₂ F₂O₂x jU₁mP₁S₁ O₂vEr₁ Th₁e lazY₁ dOg₁. Se₁e? I₂Ts₁ No₁t Th₁at H₂Ar₁d.”

Some SMITHEREENS pair with themselves when isolated. They’re probably just lonely.

You know the feeling.

Your inventory can only hold one item of each type of SMITHEREEN. Whichever SMITHEREEN is most prevalent in an item determines the item’s overall SMITHEREEN type.

Certain things about Adennezene do not add up and throughout the session, they begin to build up and become more and more obvious.

She appears to be fuschia blooded but has no fins

She has no dream self

She has been in the game since before it began

She never runs out of stock for her trades

She has several static phrases for responding to certain sentences

She appears “simplified” when observed from far away

She fights like a bad videogame CPU

Eventually it all gets pieced together, but at this point Adennezene has become a close friend to everyone. You all showed her the joys of life she missed from struggling just to survive for who knows how long. She ate a sad, squished, day-old burger and cried because it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. You let her hold your scalemate and she was starstruck even before she learned it squeaked. So the group procrastinates. She deserves to know the truth about herself, but how do you tell her?

How do you tell someone that they’re an unfinished NPC?

And what happens when they learn the truth?

#homestuck #fantroll #robo beeps #I need a proper art tag #blood #but only a little #not sure what else to tag this with let me know if there's something I should add #oc: adennezene #homestuck oc #homestuck fantroll #fan troll

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Fits of Passion and Idiocy | eddie munson

CONTAINS SPOILERS

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | brief mention of drugs, canon character death, fandom typical blood & violence, mild angst

word count | 14,814

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name, (f/c) = favorite color, (D/n) = Dog's name

summary | eddie fix it fic PLEASE im begging literally you an do anything you want just fix it my heart was BROKEN

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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“So, uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his, uh… balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So…” Dustin trails off, chuckling. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” His attempt to lighten the mood while talking about such a thing seems to have no sway on Eddie.

“And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that ma-maybe we- we might-”

“Postpone.” Mike cuts his rambling short.

“Postpone!?�� The rest of the Hellfire Club shouts in anger. They begin talking over each other, most of their sentences overlapping and inaudible.

“Shut up!” Eddie shouts over everyone else. Gareth sighs and swallows his frustration.

“You saying Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?” Eddie asks.

“Uh. Something like that.” Mike replies.

“Something like that?” Eddie hisses as he throws a pretzel at him.

“Jesus Christ.” Dustin whispers, his voice high-pitched and somewhat trembling.

“And rather than find a sub for him, you want… you want to postpone ‘The Cult of Vecna’?” He asks, another pretzel in his hand. Whether for eating or throwing, they’re unsure.

“I… I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it. It’s just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game.” Mike begins to plead his case, but Eddie stands up from his chair halfway through his sentence.

“Oh, it’s the championship game?” He asks.

“Yeah?” He replies, his words coming out as more of a question than an answer.

“Can I level with you? Jeff graduates this year. Gareth’s got, what? A year and a half? Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I’m gonna look principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma, and I’m gonna run like hell outta here.” He’d made his way around the entire table by the end of his spiel, pumping up the theatrics as he always did, which made Dustin laugh.

“Didn’t you say that last year?” Gareth asks.

“And the year before that?” Jeff chimes in. Eddie half jogs back to the table.

“Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit. This year’s different. This year is my year. I can feel it. ‘86 baby.” He relays with a shit-eating grin—the rest of the group chuckles.

“You know what that means?” Eddie asks. Dustin and Mike shake their heads.

“It means you boys are the future of Hellfire. I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like… looking like two little lost sheep.” He says, leaning down to the boys' level with his hands on either of their shoulders.

“You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave,” Eddie says to Dustin.

“Thank you.” He replies, his voice hardly even a whisper.

“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap,” Eddie says to Mike, causing them to laugh much louder than before. At the moment their guards were down, Eddie pulls them up from their chairs by their shirts, forcing them to walk alongside him.

“And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” He asks.

“No,” Mike replies.

“Okay, no, no. Well, I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who need you. And all you guys gotta do is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one.” He says, giving them one final shove away from the table.

>><<

Mike and Dustin groan as they sit on the brick wall surrounding the outside benches.

“I hate high school,” Mike says. Dustin grunts in response. As he looks away from Mike, he notices something in the distance.

“Hey hey look, two o’clock.” He says. Mike looks in the opposite direction of two o’clock, seeing as he’d never learned what that meant. Dustin rolled his eyes and pointed.

“Over there dipshit.” He said. They watched as a (f/c) backpack with a D20 keychain on the zipper disappeared into the library. He looked at Mike as Mike looked at him, presumably having the same thought. They both stood up and rushed toward the building, throwing the doors open fervently.

“Where did he go?” Dustin whisper-shouted.

“I-I don’t know Dustin! Maybe we should look for him in the aisles.” Mike replied. Dustin sighed as he walked further into the library, checking behind every shelf for any sign of life. Finally, he’d found you, all the way in the back where you were putting books back on the shelf.

“You!” He shouted. You jumped, so startled by the loud outburst that you dropped the book you were holding. You bent over to pick it up and turned around to see who was bothering you. You looked down at who you could only assume was a freshman.

“Please keep it down. Library policy. Do you need help finding a book or something?” You asked. A second freshman rounded the corner and walked to stand next to the first.

“You play DnD.” The one with curly hair stated, almost matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrows.

“Um… No. I don’t.” You replied as you turned away from him, starting to put the books back once again.

“Then why do you have a D20 keychain?” He asked. You sighed.

“Because I used to play.” You said.

“So you know how?” He asked.

“Well, yeah, but the last time I played was like four years ago. Plus, why do you care? I don’t even know you.” You replied.

“I’m Dustin Henderson and this is Mike Wheeler. We’re part of the Hellfire club and we need someone to sub in for the campaign tonight. So will you?” He asks, his voice desperate.

“No.” You reply simply.

“W-What? Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously. Truly. No.” You say, turning around to face him. Dustin looks at Mike, silently asking him for help but Mike only shrugs in response. Dustin sighs and turns back to you. He notices the school ID around your neck and reads your name, before deciding to take a page out of Eddie’s book.

“Can I level with you for a moment (Y/n)?” He asks. You raise your eyebrows at the use of your name.

“We need you, so I’m willing to sweeten the deal on your end.” He says. You scoff.

“Dude, you know nothing about me. How could you possibly ‘sweeten the deal’?” You ask, putting air quotes around what he’d said.

“Well everybody loves movies! I can make it so you don’t have to pay to rent a movie for the next month.” He replies. You raise your eyebrows.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that Dustin Henderson?” You say, leaning on the cart of books.

“I have a buddy who works at Family Video. He’ll waive your fee for the next month, I swear.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“I’ll pay!” He shouts.

“Shhh!” You shout back at him.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He whispers. You roll your eyes.

“So you’ll get your buddy to waive my movie rental fee for the next month if I play DnD with you for one night?” You ask. Dustin nods. You think for a second before sighing.

“Alright fine. But I swear to God if you try to pull a fast one on me, I’ll make your life hell. And I mean it, kid.” You say, poking your finger into his chest.

“Yes! You won’t regret this (Y/n)! Come on Mike!” He says as he bolts out the library doors with his friend in tow.

“You think Steve will let him rent for free?” Mike asked.

“Who cares? We have found a sub for tonight and that’s all that matters.”

>><<

The leader of the Hellfire Club sits on his throne. Hands folded together as he eyes you standing next to Dustin and Mike.

“Absolutely not.” He says after a pause of silence.

“You asked for a sub. We delivered.” Dustin said as he motioned toward you.

“This is Hellfire Club. Not Sports club.” He says, pointing at your Indiana Hoosiers T-shirt. You rolled your eyes.

“It was the only shirt I had clean. Plus, it’s comfortable you elitist piece of shit.”

“My, my. The sports fan knows big words.” Eddie replies, eliciting chuckles from his friends. He stands up from his throne, walking toward you.

“So, what’s your name, sports fan?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).” You reply. He laughs.

“So you’re the boy who works in the library.” You scoff and turn to Dustin.

“Wow, intuitive, isn’t he?” You say, earning a laugh from his friends. He turns and glares at them, shutting them up immediately.

“What’s your class and level? Level one half-orc?” He asks, once again earning laughter from his buddies.

“My name is Akzire the Wretched. And I’m a chaotic neutral Tiefling Fighter, level 15. And I will valiantly protect my party members by beheading any monster you throw my way with my scimitar. And I will brandish their head for all to see as a token of my victory. So, we gonna do this, or are you gonna keep pestering me like you’re a little girl in need of attention?” You ask. The five members stare at you as you face off with Eddie, shocked at how effortlessly you’ve challenged him. They wait in stunned silence, but after a moment, he breaks out into a cheeky smile and offers you his hand to shake.

“Welcome to Hellfire.” He says. You roll your eyes one last time, but with a smile, as you shake his hand.

>><<

You sit at the table, listening intently as Eddie relays his campaign onto the club.

“The hooded cultists chant, ‘Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.’ They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” He shouts, covering his own with his hand. The party erupts in protests, strings of “no”s and “come on man”s.

“Vecna’s dead!” Jeff shouts.

“He was killed by Kas!” Mike yells, to which Eddie smirks at.

“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna… Lives!” He exclaims, placing the figurine on its podium with unmatched vigor. He resigns back to his throne.

“You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?” He asks. Mike reclines in his seat as Dustin ponders the options.

“Come on.” Eddie prods. After a few seconds, he speaks up.

“I say we fight. To the death.” He states.

“To the death.” Mike agrees, nodding his head. They look toward you. You sigh.

“Fuck it. To the death.” You reply. The rest of the table breaks out into smiles.

“To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death!” Everyone chants while slamming their palms down. Eddie’s large smile is plastered on his face as he watches.

“To the death!” Dustin screams as he pumps his fists in the air. You grab the dice and roll, watching as they slide over the surface of the table. They all shout in triumph, some even clapping. It’s Mike's turn to roll, but it lands on 8, a miss. Eddie pushes over his figurine and the club begins to groan in protest. Jeff rolls. Miss. Miss after miss after miss and Eddie begins to laugh maniacally.

“Time out time out!” One of the members calls. You all step away from the table and huddle up.

“Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee,” Gareth says, clear tiredness in his tone.

“I concur.” The person who called the time-out replies.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we just agree on ‘to the death’?” You asked.

“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth replies.

“Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with two players.” Jeff argues. You sigh and turn to Dustin, who’s already on the defense.

“You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.” He practically growls.

“Pussies? Really? Cause we’re not delusional.”

“Delusional? How about ‘not cowards’.” You retort.

“Hey!” Eddie calls from across the room, grabbing everyone’s attention and breaking the huddle.

“If I may interject gentlemen. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” He says, that cheeky shit-eating grin back on his face. It would make you furious if part of you didn’t find it so cute. Dustin holds up a finger.

“One sec.” He says before reforming the huddle circle.

“What do you think Mike?” He asks.

“How many hit points do you and Akzire have left?”

“Twelve.” Both you and Dustin proclaim in unison.

“It’s risky as hell… But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” Mike says. You sigh and look at Dustin.

“What do you say Akzire the Wretched?” He asks. You smile.

“Do you even have to ask?” You reply. A moment of silence hangs over the Hellfire Club as Dustin contemplates.

“Screw it.” He finally mutters, pulling away from the huddle.

“Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” He states. Everyone approaches the table.

“The chances of success are 20-to-1,” Jeff says. Dustin holds up his finger.

“Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20.” He demands, holding his open palm out. Eddie picks up the die with that damn smile painted on his face and tosses it toward him. He catches it and holds his hands over his shoulder, shaking it vigorously. You watch with bated breath as he tosses it. It rolls and rolls and rolls until finally… 11.

“That's! A! Miss!” Eddie calls out, shaking his head after every word.

“Shit! Shit!” Dustin shouts, and in his anger, he knocks one of the soda cans off the table. But now, you were up. The entire game hinged on your role, and you could feel every bit of pressure as you picked up the die. You closed your eyes and shook it in your hands, feeling the intense stares on you as you did so.

“Please!” You could hear Gareth shout beside you.

“Come on!�� Dustin called out. But their words fell on unlistening ears. You were too focused on the cool feeling of the die gently hitting the palms that encased it. Finally, without thinking about it, you released it. Watching with unmatched intensity as it rolled, the quiet clacking against the wooden table sounded immeasurable in magnitude. And then, it reached the end of its road. No more cascading down the table. It stopped. And it landed with the 20 side facing up.

“Crit hit!” You shouted, the rest of the club exploding in cheers alongside you.

“What? What?” Eddie shouted in disbelief, laughing and clapping his hands.

“That’s why we play!” He said, bending over and extending his arms, almost as if he was presenting your victory to someone. You smiled, much brighter than you had in a long time. Maybe this Hellfire thing wasn’t so bad after all.

>><<

You whistled as you pulled your car into the parking lot of the Family Video, double-checking the address Dustin had written down for you. It seemed like it was the right one so you put your car in park and gathered your keys and wallet. As you were doing so, you saw Dustin rush into the store, a redheaded girl following right behind him. What perfect timing.

Nobody paid you any mind as you walked into the store, perusing their many isles of movies, searching for something that may come of interest to you. Dustin was behind the counter with the redhead you saw earlier and two people you vaguely recognized from school.

You shuffled through the shelves closest to the front counter. It was by pure happenstance that you heard their conversations. Dustin, along with the two girls you didn't know were all on the phone, and it sounded like they were talking about Eddie, meanwhile, the older guy was cheesing up a customer with some romcom, which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.

“Hey, guys, I might have a lead.” The redhead called out as she hung up the phone.

“Seriously?” Dustin asked as he turned around in his chair to look at her.

“Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.” She replies. You whistled as you approach the counter, having decided which movies you wanted to take home.

“Now that is a name I haven’t heard in a minute,” You say, setting your items down.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” Dustin asks. You shrug and push your tapes toward the worker.

“Cashing in on the sweet deal Dustin gave me to play DnD with him.” You reply. This statement catches the older guy's interest and he walks over.

“Wait wait wait. What’s he talking about Dustin?” He asks.

“Shit. Now, before you get mad at me Steve, I was desperate.”

“Dustin. What. Did. You. Do.” He demands, dropping his palms on the counter. Dustin sighs and closes his eyes.

“I may or may not have told him he could get movies here without paying the rental fee.” He says, getting the words out as fast as he could.

“You did what?!” Steve asks. You smile and lean your head on your palm, which you lean on the counter.

“For a month.” You interject. Steve looks at you and then at Dustin.

“For a month?!” He shouts. Dustin rolls his eyes.

“H-Honestly Steve it’s not that big of a deal. You can just-”

“Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal!? You have the nerve to- to-to-”

“Pimp you out?” You suggest.

“Pimp me out! Thank you (Y/n). And then tell me it’s not a big deal. Who do you think-”

“Guys shut up!” The redhead silenced them. They did so without question and she turned to you.

“You said you hadn’t heard that name for a while. Reefer Rick?” She asks. You nod.

“I used to hang at his place and get high before he got busted.” You reply, tracing your finger along the cover of the VHS on the counter.

“You smoke?” Steve asks, obviously perplexed by this fact. You shrugged.

“There ain’t exactly much else to do in this shithole town.” You reply.

“But that means you know where he lives? That-That’s great! Get me a pen so I can write it down!” Dustin says, searching for a piece of paper.

“Now hold on there Dustin. I’m not just going to give you the address. What kind of a person would that make me?” You reply innocently, but before he can speak, you continue.

“At least… not for free.”

“Jesus Christ (Y/n) seriously? Now is not the time to dick around.” Dustin practically yells at you.

“Who’s he gonna pimp out this time?” The older girl said as she nudged Steve. You chuckle as you hold your hand up.

“I don’t want anything supermassive. Free movies for a month are profit enough. I just want to tag along. Be a part of the know, you know?” You reply. Dustin looks at the redhead who shakes her head.

“(Y/n), I don’t think you want to know this know, okay. It’s in your better interest to just give us the address and forget this ever happened.” He said, placing a sticky note and pen in front of you. You raise your eyebrows and sigh.

“Alright, fine.” You say, grabbing the pen and writing on the paper. Once you were done you slid it over to him. He grabbed it with fervor but paused when he read it. Not a chance kid.

“I told you. I want all the details, or you guys will never find Reefer Rick. Well… you might but, it could be too late.” You say, gathering the VHSs you’d set down.

“But if you guys don’t want to know, I'll just be on my way.” You walk away from the service desk, hearing Dustin string out profanities.

“(Y/n)! Wait.” He calls out. You turn around, a coy smile on your face.

“We’ll tell you on the way there, 'cause it’s a long story.” He says with a sigh. You smile and grab your car keys from your pocket.

“Shall we?”

>><<

“So just to recap. Chrissy Cunningham is dead, last seen with Eddie Munson in his trailer by you, Max Mayfield, but you didn’t go straight to the cops with this information, instead, you go to Dustin Henderson's house to tell him, and even after that you still don’t go to the cops, you go to Family Video where you relay the entire situation to your friends Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, and might I just add it’s a bit concerning how many young adults you’re friends with. What is it now, four?” You say, your hands on the steering wheel of your car.

“Wow, he’s got a great memory. When did we even tell you our last names?” Robin asks.

“I recognized you two from the yearbook.” You said with a shrug. The familiar sound of gravel on your tires was somewhat pleasant as you pulled to the side of the house. The sun had long since set, so most were carrying flashlights as they approached the door and rang the doorbell. Waiting not even a second before the first bell finishes, he rings it again. He rings it seven more times before he starts to bang on the window.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve says, but you knew he wouldn’t give up that easy. And true to your thoughts, he leans over and yells into the window.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!”

“Great.”

“Look, we just wanna talk okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help.” He shouts as he pounds on the glass pane.

“Eddie!”

“Shhh!” Robin shouts at him. He begins to ring the doorbell again.

“Rick!” He calls out as he pounds in the door.

“Is he always like this?” You whisper to Steve. He sighs and nods.

“Reefer rick!” Dustin yells.

“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolds him.

“Rick!”

“He’s not there!” You turn your attention away from the loud door pounding and their incessant bickering to see Max making her way around the house.

“Reefer Rick!” Dustin’s shouting pulls your attention back to him.

“Just-”

“He might just be really high…” Dustin suggests.

“Is that a foot?” Steve asks. You roll your eyes.

“No, that’s just a shoe,” Dustin replies.

“Obviously dumbass.” You mutter.

“Hey, guys!” Max shouts. Everyone looks at her for a brief second before leaving the front porch and stationing behind her. There was an eerie-looking boat house staring back at you.

“Despite it being a terrible idea, why do I have the feeling that we’re gonna go poking around in there?” You asked. Max looked over her shoulder at you before looking back at the boathouse. She slowly approached it, shining her light in the windows. You sighed.

“Yep. How did I know?” You say as you roll your eyes and follow close behind her. Once you’d made a full circle around the building, you reached the door. Robin was the first to push it open.

“Hello?” She called out to the vast darkness.

“Is anyone home?” She said, sweeping her flashlight across the room. She stepped inside, Max following her. Then Dustin, then you, then Steve bringing up the tail end.

“What a dump.” He said, looking around.

“Yeah well, I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t be hiding out in the Hilton.” You replied. Steve rolled his eyes and clicked off his flashlight so he could put it away. Once he did, he grabbed what looked to be an oar off the wall and began to violently poke whatever the tarp covered in the center of the room.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asks. Steve responded by poking it again. Dustin repeated his question and Steve shrugged.

“He might be in here.”

“So take the tarp off!” Dustin exclaimed while Steve continued to mess with it.

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He replied. They both continued to circle the boat, neither of them removing the tarp.

“Hey, look over here,” Max called. You and Robin walked to her side, examining whatever she was ushering to.

“Someone was here.” She said, picking up the wrappers scattered access the surface.

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” “Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin replied sarcastically.

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Steve was cut off by the sound of glass shattering and movement so fast you could barely perceive it. Eddie had emerged from the tarp and was backing steve against a wall, holding the jagged edges of the broken glass bottle toward his throat.

“Wait wait wait wait wait!” Steve shrieked in horror. You speechlessly watched, unsure of what you could do.

“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin called out as you all rushed toward him but still kept a reasonable distance. Eddie turned his head to stare at him. His eyes were wide with terror, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.

“It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right. Yeah.” Steve replied meekly, his voice hardly above a whisper.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin asked. There’s a quiet thud as Steve does what he’s told, but in doing so Eddie only pushes the bottle closer to steve's neck. He groans in pain and fear.

“He’s cool. He’s cool!” Dustin shouts.

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve practically begs.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his voice is rough and terrified, so much different than the way he’d sounded that night at hellfire.

“We’re looking for you,” Dustin says softly.

“We’re here to help.” Robin chimes in.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” Dustin says, ushering to the girl behind him, who mimics playing trumpet.

“And (Y/n), from Hellfire. You remember him, right?” He says. You give a weak smile from behind Dustin, waving at Eddie.

“This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play, D&D. Eddie. We’re on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?”

“Yes. Yes. We swear.” Max pleaded.

“On Dustin’s mother,” Robin replied.

“Yeah. Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve chimed in. There’s a moment of silence that seems to last forever before Eddie finally pulls away from Steve, who gasps in relief.

“Jesus christ…” He mumbles to himself. You watch Eddie walk away, sinking down the wall until he’s sitting. Dustin approaches him.

“Eddie… We just want to talk.” His words are slow as he stoops to Eddie’s level. He gently reaches for the broken bottle, but Eddie flinches away.

“Okay…” He whispers, removing his hands.

“We want to know what happened,” Robin said as she knelt next to Dustin. Eddie sniffles and shakes his head, looking at her.

“You won’t believe me.” He says, making eye contact with you for a split second before looking away.

“Try us,” Max replies. Eddie stares at her before standing up and slowly beginning to pace. He seems to be psyching himself out. Dustin adjusts his position, as do the rest of you as you wait for him. He pulled a chair in front of everyone and sat down, looking at his hands in his lap for a few more minutes before finally looking back up.

“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she…” He seems to whimper at the thought and his voice becomes shakier as he continues.

“Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away. I left her there.” He pauses for a second before scoffing.

“You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.��

“We don’t?” You whisper, not wanting him to hear. Steve nudges you in the side and gives you a look which you’re tempted to argue with but stop when Eddie begins to yell.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” His voice cracks.

“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max says.

“We believe you,” Robin interjects. Maybe you missed the memo because it seems like everyone else was on the same page. Dustin was right, you were in way over your head.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little, difficult to take,” Dustin says.

“Okay,” Eddie replies.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off… There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.” You were just as perplexed as Eddie seemed to be.

“Like ghosts and shit?” He asks. You snicker quietly, earning a glare from Max before she turns back to Eddie to continue.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” She replies.

“These monsters from this other world… we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again, we need to know,” Max says, her voice firm, demanding almost.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asks.

“Dark particles, maybe?” Max adds on. Eddie shakes his head.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch… You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell,” Dustin suggests. Eddie looks at him.

“A curse.” He whispers.

“Vecna’s curse.”

“You don’t mean from…” You trail off, mostly thinking out loud rather than talking to anyone. Dustin nods, and steve looks at him confused.

“Who’s Vecna?” He asks.

“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin replies.

“A spell caster,” Eddie adds, meeting his gaze with yours.

“A dark wizard,” Dustin whispers. You remembered the horrors you’d read about him in your books. But that’s all they were. Books. Works of fiction. These people you’d known for a combined total of a few hours couldn’t possibly be trying to convince you otherwise, right?

“Sorry, did I miss a chapter or something? Cause if Eddie’s not the crazy one here then I think I might be. What the fuck is going on?” You asked. Max sighed.

“It’s a long story.”

“And very unbelievable,” Robin says with a slight chuckle. You closed your eyes and rubbed your temples.

“Condense it and consider me open-minded.” You replied, leaning against the wooden pillar behind you.

“A few years ago our friend Will was kidnapped by a monster from the upside down, that’s what we call that other world we mentioned earlier. We found this girl, Eleven or El as we called her and she has superpowers. She fought the Demogorgon, the monster that kidnapped Will, and we thought she died after that but turns out she was just being kept hidden by Hopper, the chief of police. Will tried to return to normal life but failed since he now had some sort of connection to the upside down and could see into it, causing a new monster to possess him, The Mind Flayer. We were able to defeat him, or so we thought. He returned, this time with Russians on his side.” “Russians!?” You exclaim.

“That’s where we come in!” Robin said with a smile. Steve scoffs.

“Correction, that’s where you come in. I was there since the Demogorgon.” He replies.

“Ehhh, more like since Dart,” Dustin says.

“Who’s Dart?” You ask.

“Not integral to the story. Back to the Russians. They were running an underground operation with a mall as the front. Eleven returns, another victory, yadda yadda. They move to California to escape the craziness of Hawkins but we’re still here, thus still having to deal with it.”

“And now there’s a new monster… Vecna… who’s… framing people for murder?” You ask. Dustin looks at Eddie and shrugs.

“More or less.” He says. You sigh, trying to take in the information you were just given.

“I tried to tell you (Y/n). You didn’t want to know this know. It’s not too late to back out now. Just go back home and pretend this never happened.” Dustin said as he stood up. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. If any of this shit you’re saying is the truth, it’s gnarly as hell. Besides,” You hold up your keys. “How else would you guys get home?” You say with a smile. Dustin sighs.

“You really wanna do this?” He asks. You nod.

“In fact, I’m about to get myself into even deeper shit. Eddie can’t stay here.” You say, pointing at the subject who was still sitting in his chair and chewing on his nails. At the sound of his name, he stared up at you.

“Why not?” He asked. “You have a very tangible connection to reefer rick. If I knew that, other people are bound to know that. If some dumbass kids were able to find you, I doubt the cops are that far behind.” You reply.

“He’s right,” Max replies. Dustin groans.

“Of course he’s right but where else could he go? This town isn’t exactly crawling with good fugitive hiding spots.”

“Why can't he just stay with me?” You ask. Dustin looks at you, along with everybody else in the room. Steve is the first to make a noise, which is a somewhat awkward laugh.

“Listen, (Y/n), as much as we love the knight in shining armor move, I doubt your parents will be too keen on you hiding-”

“Who says I live with my parents?” You cut him off. He raises his eyebrows.

“You… don’t?” He asks.

“No. I live on my own. In a pretty secluded area. My neighbors are at least ten minutes in either direction so they wouldn’t see anything. The only people who know I’ve ever interacted with you are the Hellfire club. And considering I was only there one night, there are probably plenty of other people they’d talk to first. It’s perfect.”

“How old are you?” Steve asks, still seemingly shocked that you live on your own.

“19.” You reply.

“How do you-”

“Steve. Shut up.” Robin cuts him off. He looks at her, his face almost offended that she would do such a thing.

“That could work… Eddie, what do you think?” Dustin asks as he turns to the man of the hour.

“You’re asking me what I think?” He replied. Dustin shrugs. Eddie sighs, standing up from the chair and crossing his arms.

“You’re really gonna harbor a fugitive (L/n)?” He asks. You shrug.

“Why not? I’ve already done plenty to get me jailed tonight, might as well make that list as long as possible. Get me more cred in the yard if we get caught.” You say with an almost devious smile.

“(Y/n)’s house it is. Anything beats this shithole.” Eddie replied.

“Let’s get a move on then.” You grabbed your keys out of your pocket but pause for a second.

“Hold on, I’ve got an idea.” You said, putting your keys back into your pocket and removing the tarp from the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked. You began to unhook the boat from where it was being held.

“Sending this bad boy out to sea. With any luck, the police will find it and think Eddie jumped off ‘cause he couldn’t handle the guilt.” You reply. Eddie smiles.

“Smart.” He says as he crosses his arms. You return the smile.

“I try.”

>><<

You pulled into the driveway of your house, hearing your dog barking. Poor boy hasn’t seen you all day, he must’ve missed you. You quickly locked it down before stepping out. You held your keys in your hand as you turned around.

“The dog is very friendly, don’t worry. He’s a total sweetheart. He might nibble your arm but that’s about it.” You say as you unlock your front door. True to your word, your dog came barrelling toward you, greeting you by jumping on your legs. You laughed and pet him gingerly, waiting for the others to pile in.

“Everyone in? Good. I’ll lock up, you guys can make yourself at home.” You said. He weaseled around you to sniff the new people. Max smiled as she began to put him.

“He’s so cute… What's his name?” She asked.

“It’s (D/n).” You reply, walking toward your tv so you could kneel and store your new VHS rentals with the others. Once everything is neatly sorted, you stand back up and turn around to talk to others.

“Since we dropped by your place to grab your car Steve, you should get these kids home now. It’s pretty late. Eddie and I will be fine.” You say.

“Are you sure? What if the cops come?” Dustin asks. You laugh and gently push down his hat.

“You worry too much. Get out of here already.” You reply, walking back toward your door to unlock it for them. He begrudgingly makes his way over, pausing for everyone else to follow him.

“We’ll be back tomorrow to check up on you two,” Steve says. You nod.

“Fine by me. See you all then.” You say as they slowly begin to exit. Once they’re in their car, you lock the door and turn to Eddie who stands awkwardly. You laugh.

“Relax dude.” You say.

“Relax? I’m on the run from the police and you want me to relax? I’m surprised you’re not losing your head right now considering you’re the one hiding me.”

“We’re just two friends hanging out, alright? Listen… You look like shit. Why don’t you take a shower while I cook dinner?” You suggest making your way into the kitchen to check what you could make.

“Shower? And what exactly do you propose I change into?” He asks.

“I’ll let you borrow some of mine while I toss yours in the washer. I’m sure I have something that’ll fit you. Might be a bit big though.” You say, exiting the kitchen and walking down the hall to your bedroom. You can hear him follow behind you. You push open the door and make your way to your dresser, beginning to shuffle through the top drawer.

“Oh… Wasn’t expecting your room to actually be cool.” Eddie says as he leans on the door frame. You glance at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“And why is that?” You ask.

“Well, you’re like a sports fan aren't you?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and went back to sifting through the clothes.

“Like I said. It was laundry night. I got that shirt from my dad ages ago. Couldn’t you tell from how beat up it was?” You replied, grabbing a couple of garments before standing up and tossing them toward him. He fumbled to catch them but eventually did. He unfolded the shirt to see a Mötley Crüe album cover staring back at him. He smiled.

“You’re hard to pin down (L/n).” He said. You rolled your eyes and tossed him a towel.

“That’s cause I like to be on top Munson.” You reply with a playful wink. Eddie’s face became red, holding the clothes close to his chest. He opened his mouth to reply but only sputtered. In order not to embarrass himself more, he opted to make his way to the bathroom for that shower. Maybe even a cold one.

“Make sure you toss your clothes out so I can wash them.” You shout. You see Eddie reach his arm out and drop everything in the hallway. Once you gathered his items, along with a couple of your own to make the load more substantial, you started the washer and made your way back to the living room.

You quietly whistled as you gently ran your finger along your shelf of cassettes, deciding which you wanted to listen to while you cooked. Eventually, you settled on Black Sabbath’s self-titled album and popped it into your radio.

The familiar sound of the rain from the opening song soothed you as you pulled out the pot you needed to boil water in. You hummed along once the music began to pick up. You continued cooking, enjoying the music in pair with the sound of the shower in the background.

A substantial amount of time had passed and you were close to finishing the meal you were preparing when you paused. Your favorite song on the album was starting. N.I.B. Instead of humming, you began to sing along.

“Some people say my love cannot be true / Please, believe me, my love, and I'll show you / I will give you those things you thought unreal / The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal.” You sing quietly to yourself.

“Woah, you’ve been holding out on me.” A voice spoke from behind you. You were startled, jumping slightly and flinging sauce onto your shirt. You groaned.

“Come on man.” You said, turning around and placing your hands on your hips. You planned on being annoyed but when you saw him standing in front of you with his curly hair damp and sticking to his forehead, you couldn’t help but swoon. Your shirt looked great on him, which caused a smile to creep onto your face.

“Tomato sauce?” He asked. You nodded.

“Spaghetti. I hope you like it.” You reply, turning back around to stir the sauce. Eddie leaned on the counter next to you, watching as you did so.

“I meant it though. Your voice was good. And your song choice? Impeccable.” He says. You roll your eyes and push him with your shoulder.

“Quit fucking with me Munson.”

“I mean it! Seriously.” His voice is soft and gentle, and your heartbeat starts to thump loudly in your chest. You turn the heat off your stove and look at him with a smile.

“Dinner is done.”

>><<

Eddie sighed as he reclined on the couch.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a home-cooked meal like that?” He asked with a laugh. You smile.

“So, you liked it?” You ask.

“Are you kidding me? That shit was delicious.” He proclaimed. You stood up and collected both of your bowls, placing them into the sink before standing in front of him.

“I'm glad you liked it. Wanna get some sleep now? It’s super late.” You said. Eddie checked his watch and nodded.

“Wow, you’re right. It is late. Am I taking the couch?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, you can take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” You reply. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

“Wait what? Seriously?” He asks, sitting up straight.

“Well, yeah. The couch is super uncomfortable.”

“So why are you sleeping on it?”

“Because I don’t want you sleeping on it.”

“So… neither of us should sleep on it.”

“Where am I gonna sleep then? The floor?” You asked with a laugh.

“We could both sleep on the bed.” Eddie was quick in his response, almost too quick. You were a bit surprised by this and felt that funny feeling start to well up in your stomach again.

“We could… If you’re okay with that.” You say, trying to sound nonchalant. He shrugged, averting eye contact.

“I am if you are.” He says. You smile.

“Yeah. You can go to the room and get comfortable, I have to use the restroom so I’ll be there soon.” You say, stretching before walking down the hall.

Eddie did as you said, going into your room as you went into the restroom. He laid down on your bed, sidling under the covers and finally relaxing for the first time in a long time. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until he was resting. As he held the blanket close to him, he inhaled. It smelled like your cologne. He’d only ever caught gentle hints of it when you stood close to him, but now, he could smell it as clear as day, which was so soothing.

What has been going on with him lately? He’d only known you for two days, and everything about you seemed to make him act a fool. He needed to get himself together, he had bigger things to worry about now. Not how good your cologne smelled or how comfortable your shirt fit him or how melodic your voice sounded or how you were honestly starting to look like the perfect man for him the more time he spent with you.

You walked back into the room, hairbrush in hand as you raked it through your tangled locks. Once you finished you placed it on your nightstand. You smiled at the sight of him all cozy and comfortable in your bed. He seemed like he was already starting to drift off to sleep. God knows he needed it.

“I can’t stand the feeling of sleeping in pants, do you mind?” You asked, hands hovering over the button of your jeans. He raised his eyebrows but shrugged.

“Go ahead.” He muttered before breaking into a yawn. You chuckled.

“Sleep Eddie. You need it.” You replied, gently crawling into your bed so you didn’t disturb him. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Thanks. For everything.” He mumbled before closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to respond but seeing as it seemed he’d already gone to sleep. You opted for a fond smile as you stared at him for longer than you would’ve liked to admit. The funny feeling in your stomach and heart was back, but you didn’t fight it this time. You laid with it as he laid with you, your hand only centimeters away from his. So close, yet so far. But that was okay. He was there, and that was okay.

>><<

The horrible sound of bones crunching met his ears as he stared up at her floating body. Blood was pouring from her empty eye sockets but it still felt like she was staring right at him. Into his very soul. Despite her broken jaw, she spoke to him.

“It’s all your fault, Eddie.” She whispered. Her voice was so hoarse it didn’t even sound like her own.

“No…” Eddie pleaded.

“It’s all your fault!” She was yelling now. Eddie collapsed to the floor and began to cry, covering his ears in an attempt to block out her screaming. He rocked himself back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably.

Eddie sat up with a fervor, his hands shaking violently as he swung his head around to look at the room. His eyes trained on the ceiling, waiting to see if she’d appear there. It was so hard to breathe and he was so fucking scared. He was goddamn terrified.

All the motion had woken you up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and planned on asking what was wrong, but quickly sat up when you heard Eddie crying. You could feel his body tremors on the mattress due to how violent they were. What had happened to him while you were sleeping?

“Eddie? Eddie, what’s wrong?” You whispered. You kept your voice low and avoided touching him in case it would upset him further.

“She was there… She was there and she- s-she-”

“Who was there Eddie?” You asked.

“Chrissy! She said it was all my fault and-” It was hard to catch the rest of his words over his sobs.

“Hey hey hey i-it’s okay! Chrissy isn’t here. None of that was your fault alright? Just breath. Can I touch you?” You asked gently, hovering your hands over his shoulders. He nodded something no short of desperation, and you wrapped one of your arms around his back, the other holding his arms. “It’s okay Eddie. It’s okay…” You whispered. He cried harder as he clutched fistfuls of your shirt with an iron-tight grip. His entire body was shaking in your arms. You weren’t sure what else you could do other than whisper that he’d be alright and gently rub his back.

“You’re safe here, okay? You’re safe…”

>><<

Eddie woke up, the smell of your cologne much stronger than it was when he’d gone to sleep. He opened his eyes and yawned, taking a few seconds to blink away the tiredness before realizing he was laying on your chest. His arms were wrapped around your midsection and yours laying atop his back.

He vaguely remembered what happened. Having that horrible nightmare, waking up in tears, and you soothing him back to sleep, but he didn’t remember this level of intimacy. Had he really fallen asleep clutching onto you like this? Furthermore, you let him?

He pulled his arms out from under you, trying his best not to disturb you, but it was fruitless. You slowly began to stir, stretching your limbs and shaking them gently in an attempt to wake yourself up further. You looked at Eddie and gave him a small smile, remembering the events of the night clearly.

“You alright?” You ask quietly. Eddie gives a half-hearted laugh before leaning against the headboard of your bed.

“Yeah. Sorry, you had to see me like that. How embarrassing.” He muttered. You chuckled and sat up as well, bumping your shoulder into his as you did so.

“You went through something traumatic Eddie. Don't be so hard on yourself.” You replied. He looked at his hands which he’d folded in his lap.

“I was acting like a baby though. Crying and shaking? I mean seriously-”

“Eddie.” You cut him off. He looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you weak in the knees.

“You’re okay. I mean it.” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder. He stared at you, his cheeks dusting that familiar shade of pink that seemed to be happening much more often now that he was around you. He looked away, a small smile on his face.

“Just don’t tell Henderson, alright? I don’t want him to think I’ve gone soft.” He says. You laugh.

“Deal.”

>><<

A few days passed and you found yourself growing much closer to Eddie. You bonded over music and books, played board games, and marathoned some of your favorite movies. The more time you spent with him, the harder you seemed to fall for him, and unbeknownst to you, it was the same for him.

Every time he looked at you from across the couch he felt his heart beat faster than it ever had in his life. He had crushes before, but none like this. None that would've given him a second glance, let alone let him stay in their house as he was suspected of murder.

You were reclined on the couch, your dog wedged between you two. Eddie had grown quite fond of him, and it was mutual. (D/n) loved having another person around to play with. It started to make you feel like you were your own little family. But a loud knock on your door disturbed that peace, causing (D/n) to start barking.

“Who is it?” You called.

“It’s Dustin! Let us in!” He yelled through the door. You sighed and got up from your comfortable position, unlocking the door for the others to pile in. But there were two faces you didn’t quite recognize.

“Hold on there kid. Mind catching me up on these two characters?” You asked.

“Oh, right. (Y/n), this is Nancy and Lucas, Nancy and Lucas this is (Y/n). We’re all caught up now? Great, good, because shit just hit the fan.” Dustin replies. You raise your eyebrows, and Eddie adjusts his sitting from being reclined to attentive listening.

“On our way here, we drove by Rick’s place. It was swarmed with cops and reporters. Patrick was Vecna’d last night at Lover’s Lake. Jason managed to convince them that it was you and they’ve just released your name to the public.” His words come out so fast that you almost don’t register what he’s saying.

“Shit. shit… fuck man!” Eddie yells, standing up and beginning to pace the room.

“But, there’s a bright side to this,” Dustin says.

“Oh is there Henderson? Please do enlighten me.” Eddie replies sarcastically.

“Another thing I noticed on my way here was that my compass was slipping the further east we went.”

“And we’ve seen this before.” The one named Lucas chimed in.

“Mhmm. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin says.

“Meaning…?” You ask.

“There’s another gate.” He answers.

“So what do we do now?”

“We follow the compass to the gate,” Dustin replies excitedly.

“Eddie’s still a wanted man. What do you expect us to do? Go for a nice stroll in the woods?” You ask.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you Eddie the Banished?” Dustin asks. Everyone fixes their eyes on Eddie, even you. You’re not sure what you’re hoping his answer is.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the shire… the shire is burning. So Mordor it is.” Dustin excitedly opens the front door, waiting for Eddie to walk out. You walk to step out after him but pause to speak before you do.

“For the record, if anything happens to him, you’re all dead meat. Got it?” You say. A couple of shocked faces dance around the room, but there are nods of agreement. Once your gone, Steve looks at Dustin.

“Since when does he care so much about Eddie?” He asks. Dustin smirks.

“Young love Steve. Young love.” He replies as he pats his arm. Steve makes a noise of shock as Dustin walks out of the house.

“A little bit of elaboration would be nice.”

>><<

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie called out. You felt like sheep, blindly following this kid through the woods.

“I think we’re getting close,” Dustin yelled over his shoulder. In his distraction of telling you so, he didn’t notice that he was about to walk straight into Lover’s Lake. Eddie grabbed his backpack and placed his arm in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Watch your step big guy.” He said. It took everyone else a little bit to catch up, but once you did, you sighed.

“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve groaned.

“Yeah. I thought these woods looked familiar.” Eddie replied.

“Lover’s Lake.”

“This is confounding,” Dustin whispered.

“There’s a gate in Lover’s lake?” Max asked.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” Nancy suggested.

“Yeah, only one way to find out,” Steve replied. Eddie sighed and cracked his neck, walking down the shoreline. He pulled the tarp off the boat which seemed to be an integral part of this story. Steve and Eddie began to push it onto the water.

“Easy I… I said easy, man.” Steve said.

“Sorry, dude,” Eddie mumbled. Steve holds his hand out to help Robin into the boat but she opts to use their heads instead.

“Yeah that works too.” Steve mumbles. Eddie climbs in after, offering a hand to help you in. You snicker.

“How gentlemanly.” You reply sarcastically as you climb in. Nancy quickly follows behind you. Dustin is right on her heels, but Eddie flicks his hat downward and pushes him away.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay?”

“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy said.

“You keep an eye out!” Dustin rebuttals. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“It’s my goddamn theory!” Dustin argues.

“You heard Nance.”

“Who put her in charge?”

“I did,” Robin states, almost matter-of-factly. Dustin looks at her confused while Nancy holds out her hand.

“Compass.” She demands. Dustin begrudgingly forks it over as he walks back to stand next to the other younger teenagers. Steve stands up and tosses his backpack before pushing the boat into the water and hopping in.

“You said four!” Dustin protests.

“Sorry,” Steve whispers.

“Bedtime at nine kiddos! Miss you already!” Robin yells. You chuckled.

Robin and Eddie use the oars to propel the boat on the water while Nancy watches the compass. You quietly begin to whistle a tune, one that Eddie recognized. The same one you sang the first night he stayed at your house. He was sure his face was flushed, but he didn't mind since it was shrouded in the darkness of the night.

”Whoa, whoa, woah, woah, slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy called out. Robin and Eddie stopped rowing, turning around to look at her. You all gathered around the compass, staring at it as the needle went crazy. You heard the walkie-talkie chime with Dustin’s voice.

“Guys, what’s going on? Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?” He asked. Robin grabbed the walkie and spoke into it.

“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘aah!’” She replied. Steve began to pull off his shoes and socks.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, seriously man, nobody wants to see those. Or smell them.” You say, fanning his feet away from you. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Somebody's gotta go down and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” He asks.

“Hey, I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie replies as he fishes a grocery bag from his battle vest pocket. Steve pulls his shirt off and you roll your eyes.

“Show off.” You mumble. Eddie looks up at you and smiles.

“Tell me about it.” He whispers before handing Steve the flashlight wrapped in the plastic bag safeguard.

“Hey. Good luck.” Eddie says. He pulls out a cigarette while Steve thanks him but Robin quickly grabs it and throws it in the lake.

“Steve?” Nancy calls out. He looks over his shoulder at her.

“Be careful.” She says. He nods before diving in.

“Gross.” You mumble, taking off your hoodie and bunching it up. You toss it in Eddie’s lap before laying your head onto it, reclining as comfortably as the small boat would allow. Eddie’s a bit surprised by this, looking down at you as if questioning why.

“Who knows how long he’ll be down there? Might as well get comfortable while I can.” You reply with a shrug. He relaxes a little but is still somewhat on edge.

“Where we at, Wheeler?” Robin asks.

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy replies. She exhales and nods. More time passes as both of them stare intensely at the water, wondering when he’s gonna resurface. You, on the other hand, find yourself close to drifting off. You wouldn’t have expected it considering the high-stakes situation you were in, but something about laying in Eddie's lap made you feel safe enough to doze off. You were snapped out of that peace quickly though when Steve burst through the water gasping for air.

“I found it!” He exclaimed. You sat up and pulled your hoodie back on.

“You found it?” Nancy asked.

“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” He replied as he clutched onto the side of the boat. Robin smiles and grabs the walkie-talkie.

“Dustin you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate!” She spoke into it. She waited for a response, but nothing came. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion but disregards it when Steve starts talking.

“It’s pretty wild. It’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He says, almost out of breath. When his sentence finished, he dips back under the water, seemingly struggling against something. He pops back up with a look of confusion on his face before being pulled fully underwater.

“Steve!” Nancy calls out.

“No no! What the hell was that, man?” Eddie yelled.

“Nancy, really, what happened?” Robin asks, her voice filled with terror. Nancy stares at the water for a moment before she stands up. She looks like she’s going in after him.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re not going in there, are you?” Eddie asks, grabbing her arm to stop her.

“Just wait here.” She demands.

“No Nancy!” Robin yells, but she’s already in the water.

“Goddamnit!” Eddie yells, running his fingers through his hair. Robin begins to perch herself on the edge of the boat.

“No no no no no no. What are you doing? She said wait.” Eddie protested.

“Yeah, I heard her.” She replies.

“She’s in charge.”

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.” She says before plugging her nose and beginning to lean back.

“Don’t you go. Don’t you-” His words are cut off by the splash of Robin's body meeting the water.

“Goddamn it!” He bangs his open palms on the edge of the boat. You stand up, causing him to look at you.

“(Y/n), don’t even think about it!” He says. You smirk and hold out your hand to him.

“Come on, don’t make me do this alone.” You reply.

“Son of a bitch. This is so stupid. This is so stupid. This is so stupid.” He practically chants to himself, but he grabs your hand anyways. You dive into the water together, all while he’s stringing out profanities.

>><<

You all huddle under skull rock, shaking from fear and possibly hypothermia. After saving Steve from those creatures and running through the entire forest to hide from them, it was safe to say that you were exhausted. The screeching becomes more distant, and Robin is the first to peek her head out.

“Oh… okay. That was close.” She says.

“Yeah. Too close.” Eddie replies, his voice shaking with fear. As you begin to walk farther out, you hear steve mutter something. You turn your head and see him lean against the rock.

“Steve? Jesus.” Nancy says as she notices the same thing you had.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” He protests.

“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. Alright?” She coaxes him down He groans in pain as he removes his hand from the open wound. Robin kneels next to him as well.

“Okay. So the good news here is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, then you should totally let me know, okay?”

“Robin.”

“Yeah?”

“I kinda wanna punch you.” He replied. Robin laughs.

“Sense of humor’s still intact. That’s a good sign.”

“Yeah…” He mumbles. Nancy finishes tearing off the piece of fabric that she needed to dress his wounds, so Robin steps away.

“You ready?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah. Just do it.” Steve replies. She pushes the fabric against him and he stifles his groans. He locks his hands behind his head as she apologizes, doing her best to wrap the fabric around him properly.

“Too tight?” She asks.

“No, that’s good.” He replies. He lets out a few final grunts of pain before she finishes by tying it into a knot. You hear Eddie walk away from you, so you turn to see what he’s doing. He’s climbing up a rock, trying to get a better view of the land in front of him.

“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” He asks. Nancy helps Steve stand, putting his weight on her shoulders.

“Pretty much.” She replies. He nods and starts to walk back down, but Nancy stops him with a warning.

“Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hivemind.”

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here dude. They’re like, one, or something. You’re stepping on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve says.

“Shit,” Eddie replies, now very carefully stepping around the vines.

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously?” Robin asks.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.” “So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” “I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.” Nancy replied. Eddie finally manages to jump down from the rock.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” He asks.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?”

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” She states.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve says.

“You almost deserved it.” She replies. Eddie rolls his eyes and slips off his battle vest, tossing it at Steve.

“For your modesty, dude.” He says. You can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy culminate in your abdomen, but before you have time to even think about why that is, a loud rumbling shakes the earth. It’s so intense that you lose your balance, falling into Eddie as the others fall into each other as well. His arm falls onto your waist and you would've been flustered by the fact had you not been preoccupied with the earthquake. There was a loud snarling in the distance that sent chills down your spine.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, me too.” You reply, realizing how close he is by how loud his voice is in your ear.

“So what are we waiting for?”

>><<

After the highs and lows of finding the wheeler house, realizing there were no guns because the upside down was three years stuck in the past, finding a way to contact the overworld, and biking seven miles to Eddie’s trailer, you were almost relieved when you saw that fleshy interdimensional portal on the ceiling. But something about the way it squelched and breathed as if it were alive made you have second thoughts.

“This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.” Eddie said, looking over his shoulders at you and the others. You could tell there was a lot of pain in those memories.

“I think there’s something in there,” Robin replied, her eyes never leaving the ceiling. There was a crackling sound as the red barrier was pulling downward as if something were pushing it in. You felt your stomach go queasy at the sight.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked. Seconds after the question left his mouth, the gate popped open, the fleshy parts and vines all retreating into the ceiling. The sudden movement made all of you yelp in fear and back up, eyes still fixed on the now open gate. You exchanged worried glances with Eddie.

Steve slowly began to approach it, and you followed his lead, right behind Nancy and Robin. The steps you took toward it were slow and timid, waiting for the slightest sign of danger. Finally, as you got closer, you could see into it.

“No way,” Steve muttered. On the other side of the gate stood Dustin, Lucas, Max, and a little girl you didn’t recognize. Dustin had a huge smile plastered on his face, jumping on the balls of his feet.

“Hi there.” He said as he waved, prompting Lucas to do the same.

“Hi…” Nancy, Steve, and Robin replied. You were too shocked to speak.

“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin said.

“Tell me about it…” You mumbled. Dustin laughed again, excitedly looking at his friends before looking back up at you.

“Bada bada boom!” He exclaimed.

“Henderson, your childlike joy is refreshing, but could we maybe, I don’t know, figure out a way to get us the hell out of here!” Eddie shouted. Dustin stopped giggling and nodded.

“Right right sorry, Eddie.” The children began to disperse out of your view. You could hear shuffling and after a few minutes, Max and Lucas dropped a mattress below the portal. You raised your eyebrows at the state of it.

“Those stains are, uh… I dunno what those stains are.” Eddie said.

“Mmm,” Robin replied, a questioning look on her face. Dustin walked into view, a makeshift rope of tied-together sheets in hand.

“Not quite sure how these psychics are gonna work. But uh… here goes nothing.” He says as he throws it up through the portal, but once it meets your end it begins to cascade down.

“There we go. And if my theory is correct…” He says before removing his hands from the rope. It stays in its place, causing him to smile.

“Abracadabra.” He whispers.

“Holy shit,” Max says, looking up at the rope on your end.

“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin shouts to your group. Robin looks around before grabbing onto the rope, giving it her best yank. She smiles and laughs incredulously.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve seen some crazy shit.” The girl you don’t recognize says as she high-fives Dustin. You laugh.

“Starting to think that’s a common experience.” You reply. Robin grabs hold of the rope once again.

“Guess I’m the guinea pig.” She says as she begins to climb up the rope. The younger teens on the other side begin to disperse to make room for her on the landing pad. She grunted as she climbed upward, but once her head was on the other side, she fell onto her back on the mattress.

“Oh thank God. That was fun.” She said with a sigh of relief. You watch her grab Dustin’s hand to help pull her up. You look at the others, Nancy looking at Eddie, then you, then Steve, the other teenage boys looking at each other until somebody volunteers.

“All right, guess I’ll go,” Eddie says with a shrug as he approaches the rope. He grunts as he begins to climb it, inching his way back to the overworld. Finally, gravity takes hold and he falls onto the mattress. He sits up abruptly.

“That… was fun. Shit.” He says with a large smile before getting up.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You say, grabbing onto the rope. Climbing it felt reminiscent of gym class, which made you feel a bit queasy, but once your head passed that gap between the worlds, all the blood went rushing to your face and you felt like you were freefalling. You laughed as you began to cascade onto the mattress and blinked a few times once your back finally hit the surface.

“(Y/n) approved.” You said as grabbed Eddie’s hand so he could help you up.

>><<

You sat wedged between Dustin and Eddie, on your way to what could very well be the end of your life. Thanks to Nancy being Vecna’d and that trip to the War Zone, you were as well prepared as you could’ve been, but that didn’t quiet the loud thrumming of your heart, or the sinking feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

The car slowed in front of the dilapidated Creel house to drop off the Sinclairs and Max. And then it kept driving. You looked out the window, watching their bodies become smaller as you drove further and further away. The sun was dipping lower into the sky as the drive continued. It was nightfall by the time you reached your destination. Nancy stood up from her seat and turned to look at every one.

“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”

“We meet Erica at the playground. She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”

“Phase two.”

“Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”

“Phase three?”

“Me, Eddie, and (Y/n) will draw the bats away,” Dustin replied. Eddie nudges you in the side with a smile before giving Dustin a noogie, an oddly pure moment despite the given circumstances.

“Four.”

“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambe,” Robin replies, sloshing around the Molotov cocktail in her hand.

“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?” Nancy asks. You all chime in with ‘got it’s before dispersing and piling out of the RV. You trek through the small span of woods in front of you before making it to the trailer park and shortly after, Eddie’s trailer. Once you're inside, you’re relieved to see the makeshift rope is still intact.

“Be careful,” Dustin says.

“Thanks, buddy. Here goes nothing.” Steve replies as he begins to climb the rope. Since there’s no mattress on the other end, he’s extra careful to land on his feet, which he does somewhat majestically. Robin sarcastically makes noises of praise.

“What does he want us to do, applaud?” She asks. It takes Steve a few seconds to bring the upside-down mattress under the portal, giving those athletically challenged a safer landing strategy.

“Alright, let’s go.” He calls up to you. Nancy is the first go, Robin kneeling next to her to provide even more assistance. She nods at her before climbing and subsequently falling onto the mattress. After Nancy, Eddie drops down his gear and follows right after. Then you, then Robin, then Dustin, who takes far too long to stand up which results in him being pulled to his feet by you and Eddie. You begin to walk out of the trailer right behind Steve, with the rest of your team in tow. He turns back to you.

“Hey, guys, listen. If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”

“Decoys. Don’t worry. You can be the hero Steve.” Dustin cuts him off.

“Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie says with a laugh as he looks between you and Dustin. You feign offense as you nudge him in the side. Steve hesitates for a moment before turning around and walking toward Robin and Nancy. Eddie takes a step toward him.

“Hey, Steve?” He calls out. Steve turns around.

“Make him pay.” He says. They nod at each other before Steve’s team begins to walk off.

“Now that all that mushy gushy bullshit is over, it’s time for the fun part.” You say, hitting Eddie’s stomach with your arm. He laughs as you make your way into his bedroom. Once he’s in, he stops.

“Jesus christ… It’s like… She was destined for an alternate dimension…” He mumbles as he approaches his guitar.

“What do you say, guys?” He asks, picking it up from where it hung.

“Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” He asks, turning to face the two of you.

“That a rhetorical question?” Dustin asks. Eddie smiles and puts the strap over his shoulder.

“Let’s do it.” He says, swinging it over his back. As if you didn’t find him hot enough as it is.

>><<

You waited tentatively for the crackle of the walkie-talkie to sound and tell you when to move forward. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you heard Robin’s voice on the other end.

“She’s in. Move on to phase three.”

“Copy that. Initiating phase three. Let’s hope they hear this.” Dustin said as he pulled the extension cord up to plug in the amp and subsequently turned them to their full volume. He looks at Eddie, who grabs the pick from around his neck.

“Chrissy, this is for you.” He mutters, mostly to himself, before he starts to strum. You recognize the beat immediately.

Dustin is crouched beside you as you lean one hand on the amp, enjoying Eddie’s impeccable performance of one of your favorite songs. You would’ve enjoyed it more, had it not been for the predicament you were in. Dustin checks his binoculars a few times, but this time, he calls out to Eddie.

“We gotta lock down in T minus 30 seconds.” He yells over the noise. Eddie nods, focusing back on playing his guitar.

“T-minus 20!” Dustin shouts. You look over at Eddie, who’s now shredding the guitar solo, which you wish you could appreciate more, but the screeching bats inching closer in proximity make it difficult. Dustin begins to count down from 10, and Eddie finishes right as he reaches one. The bats are way too close for comfort, so you shove Dustin in the direction of the truck you used to get on the roof. He begins to climb down, you following and Eddie just behind you.

They’re shouting incoherently at each other as you rush into the gated area, which Eddie shuts just in the nick of time. You watch the bats attempt to claw at you through the fencing, but they have no luck. You give a relieved half laugh half sigh, but it’s short-lived as more begin to fly toward you.

“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin calls to the two of you. Once you’re inside, you lean against the wall, panting heavily.

“Dude. Most metal ever!” Dustin yells, causing both him and Eddie to jump with excitement. You laugh and can’t help but smile at the two fondly. They take a few minutes to bask in their excitement before finally winding down and walking to the portal. There’s a thump against the trailer wall that makes you turn your head. Then another. And another. And then they’re not stopping. The bats outside seem to be thrashing their bodies against the walls. Hard. But then, just as soon as it started, it stopped.

“Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy!” Dustin yells.

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks.

“Both of you shut up!” You hiss. They stop bickering long enough for you to hear the bats have moved.

“They’re on the roof,” Eddie says, looking upward. Dustin begins to string out profanities as you all follow the sound of the bats traveling. You fix your eyes on a small circular vent.

“Uh oh.” You whisper.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asks, but right as the words leave his mouth, the demobat breaches the flimsy metal. It screeches, and the three of you begin to stab at it furiously with your spears. After a few seconds, Eddie backs away, much to Dustin’s protests.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He calls to the two of you. You back up just in time for Eddie to throw down a chair and wedge his nail shield into the ceiling.

“Holy shit… Holy shit.” He says in between pants.

“Nice,” Dustin says.

“Thanks.” He replies, giving him a high five.

“Are there other vents?” Dustin asks. Eddie seems to realize his answer is not the one you’d hope for as he rushes to his bedroom. You all begin to run toward it, and as soon as you enter, bats come flying through the vent on the floor. He pushes you and Dustin out, shutting the door as quickly as he can.

“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin yells as you back away.

“No shit genius!” You yell back.

“Let’s go!” Eddie yells. Dustin begins to climb the rope. You’re quick to follow, not sparing another second. Once you're on the other side, you look at Eddie who starts to climb but stops halfway.

“Eddie, what are you doing? You have to hurry!” You yell at him. He stares at you and then at the door before dropping back onto the ground.

“Eddie! Come on man!” Your shouts seem to fall on deaf ears as he walks away to grab a spear.

“Eddie don’t you fucking dare! Eddie-” He cuts the rope, severing the way to travel between the worlds. He moves the mattress and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes. Dustin is watching this unfold with you.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” He asks. Eddie looks at the two of you with a smile on his face.

“I’m buying more time.” He says before walking out of your view. Dustin looks at you as if he’s asking what to do and for the first time in a long time, you don’t know. You’d never felt this way before. Scared and lost and heartbroken all at the same time. You couldn’t breathe.

“No fucking way. You’re not fucking running this time Eddie.” You say as the tears fall out of your eyes, but you wipe them away ferociously. You grab the chair and set it right underneath the center of the portal. Standing on it, you’re just tall enough to reach it when you jump. So you do just that. Grunting as you pull yourself through, you hang on for dear life when the gravitational pull hits. You sigh and swing back and forth so you can roll when you let go. It’s messy, and you're gonna be left bruised, but it’s enough to have gotten you down. You pull the mattress back, giving Dustin a safer way to land than you had.

“Come on!” You yell, offering a hand to help him up. Once he’s on his feet, you rush out the door, him following close behind you. You run as fast as you can, pushing yourself farther than you ever have before. You can see the bats swarming him. God, why did you have to fall in love with an idiot?

You see them wrap around his legs and arms, rendering him defenseless. More begin to pile onto him and you can only imagine what they’re doing. Tears blur your vision as you start to run even faster, faster than you thought was in your capability. You pull the machete you’d nabbed from the war zone off your back as you were finally in distance. You swung it at the bats in your path but saved your deadliest blows for the ones gnawing on his torso.

Dustin was close behind you, picking off those that he could as you fought with the ones latched onto Eddie. He seemed to recognize you, a bloody smile on his face. You kept swinging and crying and fighting, all at the same time. It seemed like an impossible fight that you swore you would’ve lost, but then, out of nowhere, the bats all fell from the sky.

You dropped your machete and began to cry harder. You were going to hold Eddie but found his wounds held a higher precedent. You wiped away your tears in an effort to see better as Dustin kneeled next to him as well.

“Bad, huh?” He asked.

“No. You’re gonna be fine.” Dustin replied.

“Damn fucking right you will.” You yelled, pulling off your hoodie. You sliced through the fabric with the pocket knife you had and began to tie it tightly around his torso.

“You’re not dying on me that easy Munson. Don’t even fucking think about it.” You reply. He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off by placing his arm around your shoulder.

“Whatever sappy shit you’ve got to say, you can save it, 'cause I already told you. You’re not fucking dying today.” You say as you stand up, carrying his body weight as well. He groans in pain.

“Help me out here Henderson.” You say, staggering to hold him up by yourself. Dustin rushes to your side and grabs Eddie’s other arm, splitting his weight between the two of you as you hobble back through the upside-down.

>><<

Eddie sat up in bed, gasping and looking around, then clutching his sides in pain. He recognized the room he was in, but he wasn’t sure why. The door to his right creaked open, and you walked in with what looked like medical supplies in your arms.

“(Y/n).” His voice was hoarse as he spoke your name. You were surprised to see that he was awake, and felt tears prick the corners of your eyes,

“Finally you’re up. I was starting to think you were holding out on me.” You said, trying to act as if you weren’t bursting at the seams with excitement. He chuckled.

“Why am I here?” He asked. You shrugged and sat next to him on your bed, pulling the covers off of his body. He hadn’t noticed he was shirtless until he felt the cold chill nip at his body.

“Would you rather be at Hawkins High with the rest of the town? I’m sure they’d all love to see their darling Edward, wanted murder suspect.” You reply. He smiles.

“Guess you’re right.” He says as you begin to unwrap his bandages.

“Someone’s getting a bit handsy.” He teases. You roll your eyes and finish unwrapping the bloodied bandages before starting to wrap him with new ones.

“That was really stupid, by the way.” You say.

“What?”

“Running into that swarm. You could’ve been killed.” You scolded. Eddie sighs.

“They needed more time and even if I had been… What difference would it have made?” He said with a shrug. You felt tears well in your eyes again.

“What difference would it have made? Just because Jason got a few hicks to be against you doesn’t mean everybody was. There are still people who care about you and love you, Eddie. I fucking love you! Do you really think I just ran back into that hell dimension because it wouldn’t have made a difference whether you lived or died?” You said angrily, pulling his bandages around him tighter.

“Wait wait wait. Do my ears deceive me? Did you just say you love me?” Eddie asked. You were so frustrated that you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

At first, you were angry, pressing your lips against his just to get him to shut up for once in his goddamn life but then, as his hands gently held onto you as if you were a delicate piece of fine china, you broke. Tears began to stream down your face as it all hit you at once. You needed this. You needed him.

He pulled away, far too soon for your liking, and stared at you as his chest heaved to catch his breath. He blinked his beautiful brown eyes and smiled his stupid grin. There he was, in all his glory, and you’d just kissed him in a fit of passion and anger at his pure idiocy.

“If I get a kiss like that every time I act a fool, then I’ll have to remember to risk my life more often.” He whispers. You laugh and wipe your face of your tears, shaking your head before standing up.

“Eddie Munson. You have changed my life.” You say with a laugh.

“Then I guess we’re even. Cause I think you saved mine.” He replied. You gathered the bloody bandages and began to walk to the door. Your hand was just above the knob when you paused at the sound of Eddie’s voice once again.

“If I ever beat these charges and things ever go back to the way they were… or at least as much as they can… I’d like to take you on a normal date.” “If I liked normal, I never would’ve found you.”

“Then can I take you on a not normal date? Affective immediately?” He asks. You laugh and open your bedroom door.

“Tell you what Eddie. You heal from the damage those hellbats did to your stomach, and I’ll think about it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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dollmaidcrystal · 7 months

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Explaining the Color-Coded Chokers at Sissy Auctions

At Mistress's Sissy Auction Parties, we found that the auctions work best if all of the dominants can find a sissy who's looking for the same thing that they are. It's a dating event, after all, so the entire point is finding a compatible match!

Giant variety pack box of chokers from Amazon to the rescue! During check-in, each sissy is offered their choice of color-coded choker to make it easy to tell what they're looking for.

At our parties, we go a little further and provide color-coded chokers for the sissies, out of a bulk variety box.

Green chokers are worn by newbies who are not entirely certain about their role yet and may need a dominant with a gentler touch.

Black chokers are for BDSM bottoms, who are interested in bondage and a little masochism.

Red chokers are for sluts. I don’t need to explain what they’re being auctioned for.

Blue / Purple chokers are for service. Maids and service submissives of all sorts will be wearing these.

Pink chokers are for being sissy for sissy’s sake. Age players, toy dolls, pets and sissies looking for humiliation will be wearing these.

Collars with prominent D-rings are for sissies who are on duty. Either they’ve arrived with their dominant or they’re working as part of the party staff. Don’t bother hitting on them, asking if they’re for auction, or try and invite them into a scene. Harassing the collared sissies is a good way to get ejected from the party.

They also make great souvenirs for when you want to remember the party!

(Admittedly, the pink chokers are a little undercooked compared to the other ones. The box came with a bunch of pink chokers, and we didn't want them to go to waste. If you have better idea, I'd love to hear them!)

#sissy sub #d/s real life #submisive sissy

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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… HUH

WAhhhhhhhHHH 😭 Thank you for 7k+ followers!!? I say this every time we hit a new major milestone, but I didn’t think we’d ever make it this far?? If you think about it, it’s really amazing that so many of us united over a shared interest!

I appreciate all the love and the support that has come my way! 🙇‍♀️ I hope you’ll stick around and continue to enjoy my works.

dbksbsk?)F)d)-!2 I didn’t really know what to do to celebrate this milestone, but 🥹 since “7” is a special number (ie 1k for each dorm), I thought to share some dorm uniform doodles and design notes of the blog mascot/muse, Miss Raven! I hope you find this at least semi-interesting!

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul Raven pulls inspiration from various sources, the main one being the titular Alice from Alice in Wonderland. To begin, Raven’s hair is down and allowed to be wild and whimsical like that of a child. The frilled apron and headband with the bow are meant to emulate Alice in many popular depictions, including Disney’s own. The style of the bows is also meant to invoke White Rabbit imagery (as it resembles his ears). You’ll also notice that a pocket watch similar to that of the White Rabbit hangs from Raven’s waist.

I wanted to go for a “fun-loving yet innocent schoolgirl” look, hence the pleated skirt and short, broad tie. The sash at Raven’s waist has a bow that is larger larger than the average Heartslabyul student; this creates the illusion of Raven being smaller than she usually is—an allusion to the shrinking and growing that young Alice does in her tale. The sash also just looks cute and playful at that size, jutting out on one side. I tried to keep true to Heartslabyul’s asymmetry throughout the design, right down to the socks. On one leg, it’s long and white, with a trail of card suits running down it. The other leg has a checkered leg warmer!

Her jacket is cropped to be shorter than her shirt and vest just to be a little cheeky! You can’t see it in the drawing, but pinned on the left side of Raven’s jacket is a Joker to indicate that she is a “wild card” in the deck. She’s sort of out of place compared to the other card soldiers; this is also evident by the mark under her left eye. Instead of bearing a card suit, Raven has a black feather and some glitter. After all, she’s not a card soldier, but a raven from a riddle with no answer.

This one’s definitely a favorite probably due to my own Alice in Wonderland bias! I feel like I captured the energy of Heartslabyul well while also incorporating very distinctly “Raven” elements.

Savanaclaw

It was very challenging for me to design a variant of the Savanaclaw uniform since it’s the aesthetic I like the least of the seven dorms (biker plus… cowboy??? 😭). Surprisingly though, I don’t mind the end product!

Since Raven was originally an actual raven/bird, I kept her pigtails as a nod to her animalistic roots. They’ve been moved a little higher on her head and they’re much messier, but the general idea is still there! I added some feathers with the same coloration as Zazu as accessories (since he, too, is a bird), and while that adds new colors to the overall look, I'm not sure how successful it was at blending with the Savanaclaw design philosophy.

Of course, Raven's wearing the dorm's shirt but since it's so loose and baggy she has something of a latticework camisole underneath for safety. In an earlier version of the look, Raven was in shorts and her legs were exposed. Then I thought, "it's just too weird to see her legs completely uncovered!" and I gave her leggings to go with those shorts. I toyed around with the idea of ripping the leggings at the knees, but I figures that since these are dorm uniforms, the school probably wouldn't want to hand the students already damaged clothes. I tried to substitute it by emulating "scratches and tears" in the pattern of the leggings.

There's a lot more jewelry than I expected in this design. There's the choker at her neck with a single pearl, then a bunch of bracelets on both wrists. Raven has gloves meant for fashion, but since it has little spikes on the knuckles, it looks like she's asking for a fight, haha... One of those bracelets might just break in the carnage and confused everyone.

Octavinelle

This one's simple yet clean, so I probably don't have a ton to remark on! The coat is way too big on Raven, so slips down her shoulders and creates the illusion of a "boat" neckline, similar to the dresses Vanessa (Ursula's human form) wears. Below that is a dress shirt and ribbon, a pencil skirt and a cummerbund. Very proper but also stylish, whether with or without the coat.

The obscuring wide brim on her hat and the peculiar boa-like way of wearing the scarf is supposed to help Raven come off like a classy rich lady that stumbled into a den of sharks--and integrates with those sharks. The longer ribbons are also meant to contribute to this sense of elegance; the tails look like streaming jellyfish stingers, no?

I thought to add pearl jewelry to make Raven look even more "rich", but jewelry clashes too much with Octavinelle's non-flashiness. Instead, I ended up incorporating pearls into her hat; they hang off in strings, so it kind of looks like they're falling down like "mermaid tears". DKJLLIDIBASDABSODAS The pattern on the socks looks silly, but it grew on me the longer I looked at it. I think because the rest of the outfit isn't super-eye-catching, I can get away with the pattern.

Scarabia

This one had to undergo the most redesigns of the seven. The original didn't look that different than the standard Scarabia uniform--and while there's nothing wrong with that, I wanted to try harder to make the clothes unique to Raven. To achieve this, I thought of borrowing elements from Princess Jasmine. That's probably already pretty obvious from the random swathes of blue in the outfit 💦 Blue stands out against the red, but I feel the color is a more genuine representation of both Raven and Jasmine's headstrongness.

Speaking of, Jasmine really made this look "work"! For example, Raven's hair and hair accessory are basically the same as hers, save for the pinned fabric in the back that fans out into a little veil. The shape of Raven's top is also very Jasmine-inspired, from the sleeves to the triangular embellishments (meant to resemble Jasmine's earrings).

I gave up trying to perfectly recreate the golden pattern on the skirt and just freestyled it. There's a lot of lines, and a lot of implied movement. I think of Raven walking in the skirt and how nice it would look billowing out behind her... kind of like a man-made tail!

... Yes, I know the Scarabian shoes are usually sandals. No, I don't want to see anyone's toes. Therefore, I slapped some slippers on Raven and called it a day.

Pomefiore

Raven also has her hair down for Pomefiore, but in a much more meaningful and intentional manner than with Heartslabyul. She has the hair tossed over one shoulder in a fashionable kind of way. I see her flipping her hair and it smacking people she deems unworthy in the face 😂 You can’t see it well in the illustration, but Raven has a half crown braid along the back of her head.

The flowers woven into Raven’s hair aren’t supposed to be any specific kind; she just picks random ones and sticks them in her hair for added effect. With the braid, it’s slightly reminiscent of Rapunzel’s sun festival look. Just as important as the flowers is the red ribbon tied in her hair—it’s the “red thread of fate” that connects her to important people.

Pomefiore, being a dorm of traditions, doesn’t change its clothes much for Raven. The undershirt is frilled as is the case with her original outfit, but the actual construction of the robes over that is largely the same. Perhaps the only major differences can be observed in the skirt’s hemming; it’s bunched up more to form ruffles, most noticeable in the opening slit of red fabric. It’s a small twist on a classic, which lends the whole look something borrowed yet something new.

OKAY BUT I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO CHOKE FABRIC MORE THAN WHEN I HAD TO RECREATE THE APPLE PATTERN ON THE RED INNER LINING. It was so difficult to do even in a very simplified manner… And don’t get me STARTED on figuring out how the heck drawing their sleeves works! This outfit is my Overblot origin story 💀

Ignihyde

The vibe I was going for here was “kawaii cringe otakucore uwu”. The only effort I made to be inspired by a Disney property was the high ponytail; it’s supposed to look like Megara’s! The ribbon in it is frazzled to resemble running electricity or electrical wires.

The outfit Raven is wearing has the futuristic Ignihyde jacket over it, but under is an oversized turtleneck sweater dress. The opening for the head is egregiously large so Raven can comfortably tunnel in it when she’s shy or scared. Think like a turtle retreating to its shell! Even the sleeves on it are too long (though not as long as Lilia’s Labwear coat); only the tips of her longer fingers protrude from it.

This iteration of Raven comes with a lot of accessories. You can’t see most of them because of the positioning of her body, but there’s various fandom badges and pins stuck to her sweater dress. Her hair barrettes/clips can also be swapped out for new designs. It all depends on what her hyperfixation for the day is!

Her boots are meant to be platforms. (Raven wants to be taller, darn it!!) Think of those little accessories you slap onto crocs; the sides of these shoes have similar accessories.

I have to say, looking at the final design… I can’t help but think about ninjas for some reason! Maybe it’s the pose or hiding half of her face in fabric?? I think I subconsciously also think of ninjas because of a manga I read where the main character drinks green tea and temporarily gains ninja skills! She wore a scarf in a similar fashion to the turtleneck collar Raven has.

Diasomnia

This one also went through significant redesigns on account of me not understanding how the Diasomnia uniform was constructed. I stared at it for a looong time before it finally clicked in my brain.

Raven’s Diasomnia look borrows from Crowley for the feathered shoulder pads, but the rest is pretty much all original. There was not a specific inspiration this time; I just wanted to have the image of a composed princess 😌 Her hair is again down here, but it’s styled a little differently than with Heartslabyul and Pomefiore. Instead of being curly all the way down, only the ends curl. Note that she also has hair buns on either side, which are meant to resemble rosebuds.

Ribbons are a consistently present across Raven’s various wardrobe changes. Because Diasomnia is more of a mysterious group, I went with a more lowkey ribbon than the usual one for her “tie”. It still looks authoritative but also has a little whimsy to it.

The puff sleeves, tighter skirt, and flowing coat give a regal and stern silhouette. Like a rose, pretty yet dangerous. vjsbsjsnsw I think “dangerous” is the right word to use here in another context; this outfit is probably the most revealing one due to the rose-printed stockings not being fully opaque. Raven could be standing in the middle of Diasomnia and then a breeze blows, threatening to knock her over and give her a cold 🥶

xvsjvsjwns I also really like this look, but I have a difficult time articulating why. It may just be the “fairy tale princess-turned knight” energy of it???

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #follower milestone #milestone #notes from the writing raven #my art #each Raven is holding up fingers that correspond to the dorm order in the main story wew #just like shugo chara manga volumes did

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yandere-fics · 2 months

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Skye's NSFW Alphabet

♡ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ♡

Skye is the one probably needing the aftercare with how much of a severe masochist she is, she'll insist on trying to get up and take care of herself and you'll have to force her back down and make her accept you taking care of her. She's far too sore to be getting up and she needs you to bring her water after she just made you choke her, she's very very clingy after sex and her guard is down ever so slightly but she'll get embarrassed by how clingy she was directly after it later. If she's in subspace however then she'll just lay there happily observing you as she comes back down though I would recommend cuddling with her and soothing her as she comes back down from it otherwise you'll have a very depressed Skye on your hands.

♡ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ♡

Her neck is her favorite part of herself, there is not a single moment where her neck will not have some sort of adornment on it and if it would put a collar on her then she would only adore it even more. Get her a pretty daytime one, she doesn't care which color it is though gold is preferable since it goes best with a lot of the skirts she wears. If you get her a subtle one and one for actually in the bedroom then it's basically like marriage right? You'd never leave her at this point so she can let her guard down.

Your hands, you would think she's a pick me girl with the way she acts about them, always asking to compare hands with you. It doesn't matter what size your hands actually are, if they're bigger then she giggles about how they engulf her hand, if they're smaller then she giggles about how cute and tiny they are, possibly lead them to her throat and say something like "wow, you probably couldn't even wrap both of them around my neck." as just a subtle flirt but she'll act like it's just friendly, if they're the same size them she'll talk about how perfectly they fit together.

♡ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ♡

In omegaverse Skye is an alpha but like one you wouldn't notice at first glance unless you really got in there and sniffed. In that case she does not enjoy knotting unless you two have marked each other because it feels too vulnerable and she'll only get too attached. Outside of omegaverse if you have a dick then she'll basically let you cum anywhere and if you don't then she'll want to taste you, she's very into tasting though she won't really tell you this.

♡ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ♡

She likes getting her hair pulled a bit and washes it regularly with oils to strengthen it just to make sure this is possible, of course she doesn't enjoy it nearly as much as she likes getting lightly choked but she still takes immense pleasure in it. If you're pulling her hair then that means she's yours completely right? Right? Either way that's what she's taking it to mean, maybe if you yank enough she'll be able to actually tell you how she feels about you.

♡ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ♡

Skye has had a lot of exes though for the most part she was top in those experiences, she hated it but she also didn't want to admit she was a diehard bottom and make herself potentially vulnerable so she just went along with topping and only sometimes getting the favor returned. She's not very good at just laying back and allowing you to take care of her. She doesn't learn very quickly either so it'll take a bit before you can get her comfortable accepting what you give her, it's nothing a bit of rough handling couldn't fix though.

♡ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ♡

She hates to admit it but she likes a full nelson if you have the strength to manage one, otherwise just doing it in front of a mirror is enough, she likes to watch your strap go in and out, it's just so intimate and she's gotta admit it does really make her feel loved that you think she's pretty enough that you want to make her watch herself too.

♡ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ♡

She can crack a few jokes mostly to try not to come off as too vulnerable in the moment but as soon as you actually get going she is 100% serious and if you tease her she's not going to understand it's a joke because her brain has shut itself off. She isn't super serious either though and she is kind of cute and goofy when she's in that subspace since she's just whining incoherently.

♡ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ♡

She much like the rest of the sisters has a happy trail, I raise you extreme hippie Skye who is just like completely unshaven everywhere, she still trims so she doesn't have to deal with overheating in her skirts but other than that she just lets her hair grow. This may be a little bit gross too but I imagine her being the kind of girl to walk around barefoot and have sort of mildly hair feet.

♡ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ♡

She would really love a lot of intimacy in the moment but she's not going to ask for it because she's afraid to be vulnerable so you'll have to bring the intimacy into it, just like if you're over at her house, bring a candle and light it and it'll really make her day. Once she's in subspace she's very sappy and whiny and just all around incoherent which does seem really intimate too.

♡ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ♡

She does it semi frequently, she's actually shocked the first time you two have sex and she doesn't feel the need to satisfy herself afterwards, it's not that she never got off with her exes but she still always felt the urge after them because it just wasn't enough but now being with her darling it's finally enough which is rather shocking to her and does make her feel uncomfortable cause it makes her feel like she needs you extra.

♡ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ♡

Choking is a big one, she doesn't want to be full blown choking though she's not opposed to that either, she really just wants you to lightly wrap your hand around her neck and keep it there, it makes her feel loved and like you're trying to claim ownership over her. She also has a kink for when her darling gets jealous or possessive, Skye would never make you jealous on purpose but she can't sit there and pretend like she did find it extremely hot when you did get jealous.

♡ L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ♡

Unless you're fully committed she would prefer your place, because if you're at her place and decide to leave after it's done then she'll feel really sad and rejected but if she's at your place then she can leave before you have the chance to tell her to leave. Once you're committed though then she still wants it at your place and she wants to stay for as long as possible because it's nice to feel like you want her in your space.

♡ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ♡

Casual displays of dominance are what gets her going or acting like you own her cause then she's not being vulnerable, you're claiming her so it's like she's being forced and therefore she has plausible deniability to feel like she's not vulnerable plus if you claim someone that intensely there's no way you might abandon her later right? Anyways just like always grab her hand in public or make sure everyone knows she's your girlfriend, yank her back to your side when she parts ways too quickly after a date and give her a big sloppy kiss, that really gets her going. If you call her "Your sweet girl", "Your precious baby", "Your good pet", just any variation of Yours then she'll just be pudding in your hands.

♡ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ♡

She's unable to share or be shared, she is yours and you are hers, she wants to feel like this is sacred and special between the both of you and therefore she also is not the biggest into doing it in public, sure you might be able to coax her into it but she'll be super embarrassed and need a crap ton of reassurance about it late so be careful with it, it's bad for her self esteem.

♡ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ♡

She's perfectly fine with both just as long as when she's eating you out you're still the dominant party and when you're eating her out you're also still dominant. She just wants to feel like you're in charge no matter which position she's in, just make sure to repay the favor later on okay?

♡ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ♡

She's very slow and timid about things, she's very unused to submitting and although she really really wants to, she's unsure about what exactly to do, it takes a bit to get her to untense. When she's in subspace she's very all over the place and just very squirmy, hold her hips down to stop her from squirming away, she'll literally like die for that.

♡ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ♡

She is not a big fan of quickies, obviously it's not shocking, I mean she wants to be very intimate and feel like you are committed to her and quickies aren't much of a commitment, she will agree to quickies because she wants to act all casual and like she could care less but truthfully it does make her sad you don't want to do more and only want the after work quickie with her.

♡ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ♡

She doesn't want to feel like you have to take risks to make the relationship stay alive so while occasionally she'll take risks, she has a very set list of things she enjoys and she likes to stick mostly in that range, nothing too crazy otherwise she starts to feel like she alone is not enough, though with things like the masochism she is more willing to accept new things if you phrase it to her like you just think she'd look really really pretty this way.

♡ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ♡

She can actually go for awhile and take a lot of what you can give her but she gets tuckered out easily. Like she'll be a pile of mush on the bed but don't worry that doesn't mean she can't keep going, in fact she probably wants to keep going her body just needs to go deadweight while you continue to mess with her. But that really doesn't mean she's out of energy so please don't stop, she might feel really said if you stop just because her legs couldn't hold up anymore.

♡ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ♡

She has a fair amount of them but it's very hard for her to use them because it feels too good and then her hands are forced to slow down cause she can't focus and then she loses it so she winds up edging herself very often. Might want to overstimulate her to make up for these years of unintentional edging.

♡ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ♡

She might try to be a bit more teasing once you're in a more solid place in your relationship like dress provocatively and being a lot more openly flirty but she won't actually tease you. She acts like she might but the second you tell her to get her pretty ass to the bedroom she's there in a heartbeat, she really just submits much to easily, what was she thinking, thinking she could be a dom, she's clearly submissive at heart.

♡ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ♡

When you first start out she muffles herself and you'll often see her biting her hand to hold back any sounds she's making, then once you get started she might let out a few sounds if you order her to but she's still very hesitant about it. Once she's in subspace she's babbling complete gibberish and is very loud. Try not to do it when her sister is home or she'll feel embarrassed that Sophie might have heard it though Sophie is just happy her sister is happy even if it's very awkward.

♡ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ♡

She goes into subspace sometimes, it takes a few times for her to feel comfortable getting there but once she's there you're basically locked in with her for life, you have seen her at her most vulnerable and she's going to want to be around you constantly and just be very clingy but you're probably already around her constantly anyways cause that's the only way she'd even trust you enough to allow herself to fall into that state.

♡ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ♡

She's got small ass titties, a bit bigger than just a plain A cup but still enough that she doesn't really have to bother with a bra since there's not much there to begin with. Despite this she always wears very very pretty bralettes and you might find her wearing a bralette as a top with a cardigan over it and one of her skirts when no one else is home. She's a bit of the boney side, like she looks a bit sharp, she's not malnourished or anything, she's just got really bad posture which makes her seem boney and a bit hard to look at.

♡ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ♡

Her drive for sex is very low when you first get together, she just hasn't had many good experiences with it and has never enjoyed it very much so she'd rather just have different displays of affection but once you show her what it feels like to bottom and to be taken care of or pushed around, she's going to start wanting it more and more, and once you get her into subspace for the first time it goes through the roof and she'll get horny just from you holding her hand.

♡ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ♡

If she's not in subspace then she usually tries to get up and not fall asleep unless you're the one who initiates the sleep first then she'll give in and act like it's okay because it was your idea first which means she's not being vulnerable or anything right? If she is in subspace it's basically as soon as you lay down next to her after taking care of her, she'll let out a happy noise and just knock the fuck out and you won't be getting up for awhile cause she is tightly curled around you.

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