#this was very fun to write

[ghosttotheparty]

Oh, if you’re taking more prompts, this one, please?

65.  “We could always crash the party.”

Thank you!!

-steddierthings

thank you!!!!! this was so fun to write <3 cw: weed again, referenced domestic abuse

65. “We could always crash the party.” dialogue prompts!!

Eddie’s never really understood the appeal of celebrating the new year. He stopped going to parties years ago, staying home to watch some sports game with Wayne, quietly, casually saying, “‘S midnight,” when the clock hits twelve, to get a “Happy new year, son,” in response.

But Wayne is in North Vernon visiting his sister (whom Eddie hasn’t seen or spoken to in years), and Eddie didn’t want to go.

So instead of sticking to their (sort of sad) new year tradition, he’s driving his van out into the woods to get high and watch the fireworks, because he’s never done that before.

The woods are eerily silent when he gets there, driving through them until he gets to a clearing and gets out of the van, going to sit on the hood of it. He can hear the wind, the clicking of branches and the rustling of leaves, and he thinks maybe sometimes loneliness isn’t all bad. The world is wide. It doesn’t really matter if he’s a little cold because there’s no one around.

Except there is someone around, which he realises when he hears a car door slam shut. He nearly falls off the hood of his van, fumbling with the joint and lighter in his hands as he startles, and he looks around, finding a car parked a few yards away. Someone’s climbing onto the hood of it. He hasn’t seen Eddie.

Eddie stops, watching for a moment, wondering and curious. Because Steve Harrington is sitting on the hood of his Beemer, in the middle of the woods, on New Year’s eve.

Eddie likes Steve.

He’s dealt with him a bunch of times, and Steve’s never pressured Eddie to give him more than he paid for, which is the bare minimum, Eddie knows, but Eddie thinks it’s pretty good considering who Steve is friends with.

Was friends with, Eddie corrects himself.

Steve isn’t friends with anyone like Tommy H anymore. But he is friends with the kids Eddie’s dragged into Hellfire, which Eddie thinks is pretty cool. They won’t shut up about him, especially Dustin, who seems to think he’s the coolest, most badass guy in the world.

Eddie hasn’t seen him in a while. He hasn’t sold to him in a long while, and he wonders if it’s because of the kids.

Eddie approaches, flipping his lighter over in his hand, holding the joint, and a branch cracks under his shoe as he gets closer. Steve looks in his direction, startling violently with a sharp shout. He falls off the hood of the car, and Eddie claps a hand over his mouth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“Eddie, why?”

“Sorry,” Eddie says again, holding a hand out and helping him up again. He’s breathing hard, squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry, sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve pants. “Great.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says apologetically, watching Steve takes a slow breath, still holding Eddie’s hand tightly. He’s shaking. “Fuck, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Steve says, opening his eyes, nodding. “Sorry, I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to apologise, I’m the one that gave you a fucking heart attack.”

Steve laughs softly, squeezing his hand and taking another deep breath.

“I’m fine.”

He releases Eddie’s hand and climbs back onto the hood of the Beemer, exhaling. Eddie can see his breath in the air.

“You standing a date up?” Eddie asks, following him and sitting a little too close. “She’s not gonna have a new year’s kiss.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks, looking at him. “I don’t have a date.”

“No?” Eddie looks him up and down shamelessly, at his slacks and button down, at his blazer that’s hanging open. He looks unfairly handsome, especially next to Eddie in his ripped jeans and stained jacket and ratty scarf. “Then why do you look like you’re going to Olive Garden?”

Steve snorts, looking away again, his eyes scanning over the trees and the darkness like he’s looking for something.

“Because my parents are having a stupid fucking party and they forced me to go.”

“But you escaped?”

Steve nods, his mouth twisting as he stares into the woods blankly.

“Doubt they’ve even noticed I left.”

“Christ.”

“Why are you out here?” Steve asks, blinking and looking at him. Eddie lifts the joint and wiggles it in the air. Steve’s eyes follow it. “Couldn’t you do that at home?”

“I could,” Eddie says. “But I thought… the fireworks, you know.”

Steve nods.

“Smart.”

“My best feature is my mind,” Eddie quips, and Steve snorts, shaking his head. “You disagree? Oh, you wound me, Stevie.”

Steve shakes his head again, smiling softly, but there’s something behind it.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks softly, nudging him with his elbow. Steve stares at the ground for a moment before he shrugs.

“Just kinda feel like shit.”

“Hm.” Eddie nods. “You know what would make you feel better?”

“What?” Steve asks quietly, looking at him, and Eddie holds the joint up to his mouth. Steve looks at it and his smile widens before he parts his lips for Eddie to place it in his mouth, and Eddie lights it for him, clicking the lighter and blocking the flame from the wind. They’re too close together. Steve inhales slowly, reaching up to take the joint away, and he coughs roughly, holding the joint out for Eddie to take. Eddie laughs, taking it and hitting Steve’s back a few times as he coughs into his elbow.

“You good?” he asks when the coughing subsides.

“Fuck,” Steve says. His voice is quiet and rough, and it sends something down Eddie’s spine. “Haven’t smoked in a while.”

“I can tell.”

Steve sighs heavily as Eddie takes a hit, looking at the sky.

“Why didn’t you go somewhere nice if you ditched your parents?” Eddie asks, blowing smoke at the sky.

“Dunno,” Steve says softly. “Got some offers from like… The Wheelers. ‘Nd Robin. But I…”

“Buckley?” Eddie questions. Steve nods, smiling.

“She’s my best friend,” he says fondly, and Eddie’s never believed someone so fast. “But I just… I don’t know. Don’t feel like being around people right now.”

“Want me to leave you alone?”

“No.”

“…Okay.”

“You ever have that?” Steve asks softly, almost whispering. “Where you like… wanna be alone, but you also just… can’t stand it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “All the time.”

Steve sighs. Eddie holds the joint out to him, and Steve takes a slow drag, but he coughs again. Eddie laughs quietly when Steve mutters, “Eddie, no,” and holds it back out to him.

“Christ,” Steve says weakly.

“You ever shotgun?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mere.”

Steve leans closer, smiling softly, his eyes trained on the glowing end of the joint that brightens as Eddie takes a long drag. Eddie touches his chin, leaning in and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

He pulls away after a moment, looking at Steve’s closed eyes, watching him hold still and he holds the smoke in his lungs, and then Steve looks back at him, his eyes shining in the moonlight, and he blows the smoke across Eddie’s face. Eddie grins.

“Good?” he asks softly.

“Mhmm.”

Eddie touches his chin again before they pull away, and he can just manage to see Steve’s cheeks darken. He wonders.

“So why don’t you have a date for new years?” Steve asks after a moment. Eddie scoffs.

“Not many people that’d wanna date me.”

“Come on,” Steve says. “There’s gotta be girls that are into your whole… punk freak thing.”

Eddie clicks his tongue, holding up a finger.

“First of all, I’m metal, not punk,” he says sassily. “So watch yourself.”

Steve snickers. Eddie knows he said it on purpose.

“And second of all,” he continues, taking a short drag off the joint, “doesn’t matter if girls are into it. I’m gay.”

“Oh.”

Eddie waits for a reaction.

“There’s gotta be some gay guys in Hawkins,” Steve says finally. Eddie smiles at the ground.

“There definitely are,” he says. “But they don’t really want a relationship that goes beyond blowing each other in janitor closets.”

“You’ve done that?” Steve says, grinning.

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie says, grinning back. “‘S fun. But that’s all I get.”

“He’s not into counting down the new year together?”

“Nah,” Eddie says, holding the joint out to Steve. “He’s probably making out with some girl by the punch bowl. Or doing a keg stand.”

Steve snorts, taking a drag and coughing weakly.

“You don’t seem too upset,” he says after exhaling.

“Guess I’m not,” Eddie says, looking at the sky. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“I mean…” He sighs. He can see his breath in the air, like every breath is smoke. “If we go out, and people see us, or find out… His life is over.” He pauses. “My reputation can’t get much worse.”

“You’re pretty cool, Eddie,” Steve says.

Eddie looks at him.

“Are you high?”

“My tolerance has gone down, asshole,” Steve says, passing the joint back to him with a smile. “But no, I just think you’re cool.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush with warmth. It’s nice in the cold air. He looks away.

“You know, your kids won’t shut up about you,” he says after taking a hit.

“My kids,” Steve murmurs.

“Sinclair, Wheeler, and Henderson? Henderson especially, the kid worships you.”

Steve grins again, laughing softly.

“Right. My kids.”

“They told me you’ve played D&D with them a few times,” Eddie says, smiling, missing the brief confusion that flashes across Steve’s face before he covers it with a smile. “Steven the Selfless, Steven the Strong.”

Steve looks away, smiling bashfully.

“Forgot that’s what they call me,” he says quietly.

“How could you forget that?”

“I’ve had four concussions, Eddie,” he says, his voice too light for the sentence. “I forget a lot of things.”

“Four?” Eddie says, looking at him, wide-eyed. “Jesus Christ, Steve.”

“Yeah,” Steve laugh lightly. “Two from the old man, one from Billy Hargrove, and one from…” he trails off, staring off into the distance, his breath clouding the air in front of him. “…Something I can’t talk about.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Eddie asks softly.

Steve keeps staring, his lip twitching, his jaw working, until he says quietly, “Both.”

Eddie passes him the joint, and Steve takes a long drag, holding his breath as he passes it back before he exhales it all to the sky, closing his eyes. Eddie pauses for a moment, staring. He’s beautiful. His skin is golden even in the moonlight.

“What time is it?” Eddie asks after a moment. Steve opens his eyes and lifts his sleeve to find his watch. It's a digital watch. It looks like Dustin's.

“Almost eleven.”

“So close,” Eddie whispers dramatically. Steve smiles at the ground. “What do you wanna do?”

Steve sighs heavily.

“Should probably go back to my parents’,” he says softly.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says, wrinkling his nose.

“What do you wanna do?” Steve asks.

“We could always crash the party.”

Steve giggles.

“I’d love to,” he says, “but I don’t really feel like getting disowned today.”

“Doesn’t have to be obvious that it was us,” Eddie says.

“I’d like to key all their cars,” Steve says thoughtfully. “But I keyed my dad’s car when I was fourteen, I think it’d be too obvious it was me.”

“…You’re pretty cool, Steve.”

Steve giggles again, scrunching his nose. Eddie’s stomach flutters.

“What else could we do?” he says. “Something subtle. Just to fuck with them.”

Steve hums quietly, looking at the sky.

“Could shut off the power. But I don't know how to.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows.

“We could,” he says. “I know about electrical shit.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm. Odd jobs and shit.”

“Okay,” Steve says, grinning. He looks away, his tongue sliding over his lip. Eddie watches it. “We could… We could shut it off so they miss the countdown,” he says.

Eddie’s face lights up, and he jostles Steve excitedly.

“Now you’re thinking. Raise hell, Steve Harrington.”

They finish the joint together, and Eddie puts it out on one of the buttons of his jacket. Steve watches almost sceptically, but his eyes flash with something when they meet Steve’s.

They take the Beemer to the Harrington house and park around the back. The front driveway is packed with shiny cars. Eddie wants to key them too.

Steve leads Eddie to the breaker panel. It’s in the basement, and they have to find it in the dim light, finding their way around storage boxes and old furniture that Steve says he wants to burn. Steve finds it and calls Eddie’s name quietly.

“What time is it?” Eddie asks him softly when he comes over. Steve checks his watch.

“Forty-seven.”

“Should we wait until it’s closer to midnight?”

They barely even have to whisper, standing so close together.

“We can,” Steve says. “We’ll have to bolt, though.”

“‘Course.”

Steve is smiling, and his eyes flick across Eddie’s face.

They both stand in silence, listening to the party above them. Even the music is pretentious.

“God, I hate rich people,” Eddie says quietly.

“Tell me ‘bout it.”

“You are rich people, Steve.”

“That’s all daddy’s money,” Steve says, repeating Eddie’s own words back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Gotta feeling he’s gonna take it all back from me.”

It sounds like he cuts himself off, looking away.

“Why?” Eddie questions softly.

Steve looks at him, hesitation on his face for a moment before he says quietly, “Because I’m not who he wants me to be. And I’m never gonna be.”

Eddie looks back at him.

“Your dad’s a royal dickhead,” he says. “…I’m glad you’re you.”

Steve smiles softly, his cheeks darkening, and his eyes flick across Eddie’s face again before he looks at his watch and looks back up with a grin. They move around each other so Eddie is closer to the breaker panel, between the wall and a stack of boxes. Steve’s hand presses to Eddie’s back and trails across it as they move, and Eddie’s eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat.

It takes Eddie a moment to figure out the panel, and as soon as he shuts it off, the basement goes dark and there’s a scream. Steve bursts into muffled laughter, covering his face, and Eddie turns to shove at him as there’s a commotion upstairs.

“Go, go, gogogogo!”

They struggle to wind around the boxes in the dark, laughing and shushing each other. A box falls as they get closer to the door, and something inside it shatters.

“Oh my god,” Steve says breathlessly as they’re driving away. Eddie is laughing almost deliriously in the passenger seat, covering his face. “That was so stupid, why am I so excited?”

“You never had a rebellious phase, did you?” Eddie asks, taking a breath, looking at him, slumping in his seat. Steve is grinning.

“Did when I was fourteen,” he says. “Dad beat it right out of me.”

“Well it’s back,” Eddie says, swallowing the anger that rises in his throat when he thinks about Steve’s father beating up a child. “And you get to keep it.”

Steve's grin widens.

He pulls the Beemer up right next to Eddie’s van when they get back, and after turning off the car, he looks at his watch.

“Wanna watch the fireworks?”

“Yeah.”

They get out and sit back on the hood of the Beemer. Steve looks at the sky. Eddie looks at Steve. He watches his breath for a moment.

“Wait here,” he says, getting up and going to the van. He finds another jacket in the back. He drapes it over Steve’s shoulders, and Steve smiles, pulling it tighter around himself.

“Thanks, Eddie.”

They’re sitting closer together. Eddie’s side feels warm, almost pressed to Steve.

“They probably have the power back on by now,” Steve says quietly. Eddie snorts.

“It was still fun.”

They’re looking at the sky. Eddie looks down when he feels Steve’s hand on his arm, his fingers gripping Eddie’s jacket.

“Think this is the best new year I’ve ever had,” Steve says softly. Eddie suppresses a smile.

“What about all the ones you got to kiss pretty girls for?”

“This is better.”

“You don’t miss it?”

“What, new year kisses?”

“Yeah.”

They’re barely whispering.

Steve looks at him, his eyes shining and lidded, scanning over his face.

“Maybe a little,” he breathes.

Eddie swallows his nerves.

“You want one?”

Steve’s eyes are on Eddie’s mouth, and he takes a breath.

“Yeah.”

They’re closer now. Eddie didn’t even realise they’ve been leaning toward each other, but Eddie could count his eyelashes if he wanted to. (He kind of wants to.) Steve’s hand tightens on his arm. Eddie nudges their noses together before pulling away to look at him.

“You realise how gay this is, right?” he asks hesitantly. Steve’s lips curve into a smile.

“Gayness isn’t the craziest thing in the world,” he murmurs, pulling at Eddie’s arm.

“What is?”

Steve’s eyes are reflecting the moonlight. His tongue slides over his bottom lip. Eddie might be dying.

“Monsters,” Steve whispers.

His watch beeps.

Eddie leans in and their mouths crash together.

Steve’s hand jumps from Eddie’s arm to his face, and Eddie shifts to wrap his arms around Steve’s waist, but they startle apart when fireworks burst in the sky, wide-eyed at the loud cracking.

“Jesus,” Steve breathes. “Second heart attack of the night.”

Eddie laughs breathlessly, looking at Steve. His eyes are shining, reflecting the flashes of redorangeyellowbluegreenpurple, and he’s smiling, his cheeks rosy, every breath glowing in the air. His fingers are in Eddie’s hair.

Eddie realises he’s staring when Steve looks at him again, grinning. Steve leans closer, nudging their noses together. His breath is warm.

“Happy new year,” Steve says softly.

Eddie smiles, pressing his hand against Steve’s back to draw him closer.

“Happy new year,” he murmurs.

Steve tugs him into another kiss, grinning as he bites at Eddie’s lower lip, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and moving to swing a leg over Eddie’s legs so he’s sitting on his lap. Eddie hums softly, and it briefly occurs to him that Steve’s suit is getting creased, but Steve doesn’t seem to care, his hands sliding from Eddie’s hair to his neck, tucking under his scarf.

His fingertips are cold, but his palms are warm, and Eddie pulls him closer, harder, his jaw dropping so Steve can lick into his mouth. He can hear the soft noises Steve is making, quiet whimpers and hums, even over the loud snaps of the fireworks exploding. (It’s Eddie’s new favourite song.) Eddie’s never been kissed like this before.

“Holy shit,” he gasps when they part, breathing hard. Steve is beaming, heavy on Eddie’s lap, fingertips pressing into the sides of Eddie’s neck. “Think I get the tradition now.”

Steve giggles, his forehead pressing to Eddie’s.

“Good way to start the new year,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

He kisses Eddie chastely, shivering. Eddie reaches up to his scarf, pulling away to unwrap it and then setting it over Steve’s neck, using it to pull him into a lingering kiss before he murmurs against his lips.

“Eighty-six, baby.”

Steve smiles again, tracing his fingers over Eddie’s now exposed neck before he kisses him again, holding him tight under the sparkling night sky.

#whenever the kids mention anything that happened that related to the upside down they cover it up by just saying it was a campaign #this was very fun to write #i like when steve gets to just #be a teenager #is it super obvious i dont celebrate the new year #steddie #steddie oneshot #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things ficlet

[over--heaven]

eloise asbr voicelines/interactions

inspired by @love-overdrive's post, here are some things elo would say if she were a playable character in asbr/eyes of heaven (under the cut!)

eloise part 1 [style - vampirism]

intro: "you look like you'd make a filling meal."

taunt: "mm, these new powers sure are something."

win: "maybe life isn't so bad after all."

loss: "quick, put me out of my misery if you can."

special lines

- dio 1: "you'll let me win, right~?" (against) / "is this what you meant when you wanted my help...?" (teammate)

- dio 3: "dio... is that really you? where have you been all this time?" (against) / "i'll still fight with you i guess." (teammate)

- jonathan: "i get it if you don't want to speak to me, jojo." (against) / "i'll do my best to protect you." (teammate)

eloise part 3 [style - vampirism, stand (unlockable)]

intro: "i have better things to do so let's make this quick."

taunt: "are you tired?" / "cry about it."

win: "i'm out of here."

loss: "just get out of my sight..."

special lines

- dio 1: "a stake in your heart will do you some good." (against) / "it should have been like this from the start, no?" (teammate)

- dio 3: "finally i can get rid of you forever." (against) / "tch... don't think this changes anything." (teammate)

- jonathan: "it still pains me to do this, jojo." (against) / "i never thought i'd see you again." (teammate)

more special lines:

- dio 1 @ elo 1: "don't you think you should prove your worth against me?" (against) / "this is the beginning of a wonderful partnership." (teammate)

- dio 1 @ elo 3: "something about you is familiar." (against) / "you'd be better off on my side." (teammate)

- dio 3 @ elo 1: "you were so naive back then..." (against) / "i'll have faith that you won't slow us down." (teammate)

- dio 3 @ elo 3 : "assassinating me won't work in your favour, darling." (against) / "this is how it should have been all along." (teammate)

#elo.txt #elodi #this was very fun to write

[shoesofthefishermanswife]

solve a gramle with me!

a couple weeks ago i finished my linguistics minor and i thought i'd do a very different kind of post and walk you guys through decoding a spectrogram! (mistakes and all)

northern arizona university created their own version of wordle for linguists, called 'gramle,' which gives the player a spectrogram and they have to guess the word being said.

the player types in IPA symbols (which will appear in this post and you can listen to here). they are then told if the sound is wrong, right but in the wrong place, or fully right.

here's a relatively easy one that i solved in 3 guesses:

(unfortunately, i didn't take a screenshot so you'll have to ignore the photo quality and the cursor on the screen. oops!)

for those unfamiliar with spectrograms, this looks pretty unintelligible. spectrograms are a graph of frequency over time, with intensity (or amplitude) of the waves shown via shading. to understand why they're helpful, we need to understand how air moves through your vocal tract:

the airwaves in your vocal tract are composed of many different frequencies of waves, all bouncing around. air moves through your vocal tract and hits different parts depending on the shape. different frequencies of waves are then amplified or dampened by the shape your mouth was in. the frequencies of waves that get amplified the most form dark bars of intensity called "formants." these formants can then give us clues about what shape the mouth was in when the speech sound was made!

in the picture above, we can see several different patterns of darkness and lightness. those are different sounds. in gramle, we are looking for 5 different sounds.

my first step is to identify the borders of the sounds

now that we have the boundaries between the sounds, we are going to try to identify the type of sound they are, aka their 'manner of articulation' (HOW the sounds are made).

here's what we can tell:

this word looks like it has two vowels in it, separated by a period of blankness. this means it will be two syllables.

the period of blankness is clearly a stop

the sound at the end is clearly a fricative

the sound at the beginning is also a fricative, but i guessed that it was an approximant first. (this was silly of me, and we'll get into why in a little bit)

now that we know HOW the sounds are made, we can look for clues about WHERE they're made (place of articulation):

again, here's what we can tell:

both vowels have a big distance between their first and second formant. F1 is low while F2 is high. this means they are high, front vowels. probably they are /i/ or /ɪ/

the formants on either side of the stop are bending downwards. this tells us the sound is probably bilabial, meaning it's produced with two lips. it's probably /p/ or /b/

there is also a completely blank period, meaning there's no voicing bar. (voicing is the vibration of the vocal folds and it shows up as a little bit of low-frequency noise). therefore, we can make an educated guess that the sound is /p/

the fricative has a ton of noise really high in frequency. this means it's a sibilant, a class of s-like sounds that make hissing noises. alveolar sibilants, /s/ and /z/, have higher pitched hissing than their postalveolar counterparts, /ʃ/ and/ʒ/.

(we're ignoring the first sound for now)

here's what i guessed:

(this is the word "lapis")

let's break this down:

because i could not think of a word that used vowel /i/, i went with /æ/ even though i knew it was wrong. this is still a game of wordle after all!

/ɪ/ was correct, but not in the right spot, which means the first vowel must be /ɪ/. because the second vowel is not /ɪ/, it must be /i/

/p/ was correct. yay!

/s/ was not right, which bummed me. I was pretty sure it was an alveolar fricative, but I didn't see a voicing bar. my two strategies were to change my assumptions about place and vocing, changing my guess to either /ʃ/ (voiceless post-alveolar), or /z/ (voiced alveolar)

I thought that the first sound was an approximant because the sound waves seemed more organized than they are for the final sound. approximants are made by resitrcitng airflow, but not so tighly and it does not become nearly as turbulent as the air does in a fricative. I tried /l/ without much strong place evidence.

with some new thoughts, it was time for my second guess. this time, i do not aim for a real word but instead throw some sounds on there to test them.

(this is not a real word, but if it were, it would be spelled ripiche)

we got the vowels confirmed!

/ʃ/ was not the ending. i guessed this because i thought there wasn't a voicing bar, but that can be tricky. a more experienced spectrogram reader would probably guess /z/ before /ʃ/, because the place evidence was stronger than the voicing evidence. but hey, i'm still learning :)

again, i try an approximant. i did not want to pick /w/ as that would create the same labial bend we saw for /p/, and /ɹ/ keeps F1 and F2 relatively in the same spot. the problem here is that it bends F3 a lot, and so I knew it wasn't quite right either. noticing that the sound is actually quite quiet by looking on the waveform, i realize that it's probably a fricative. the absence of a voicing bar also points to a fricative, as English approximants are voiced by default

now i can try again for a real guess:

(the word is "hippies")

i tried /z/ at the end this time and it was correct!

there was not a lot of evidence for the place of the fricative, so once i knew all the other sounds, i tried to see which sound would make a real english word. my best option was /h/, as 'fippies' and 'thipies' aren't words.

/h/ is produced in the glottis, which is the opening in your larynx. there is hardly any constriction when /h/ is made and it's place as a fricative is sometimes debated. because of this, it make sense that there weren't any strong place cues.

and with that we solved the gramle!

i hope to grow better at these and maybe be able to walk you all through a harder one! thank you for reading :)

#linguistics #gramle #kade speaks #undescribed #this was very fun to write #i don't often do these kinds of posts so i hope you like it! #if anyone has questions about spectrograms lmk!

[crimmcakes]

Trent Crimm wakes up from surgery. Ted Lasso is there.

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Words: 3029

Rating: Teen audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm

Relationships: Trent Crimm & Ted Lasso

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hospitals, waking up from anaesthetic, warnings for talks of procedures, minor talk of pain, but i promise it's just silly and light hearted, set somewhere at the beginning of season 3, more friendship than romance, but obv it's always tedtrent romance too, no beta we die like earl greyhound, Ted Lasso being Ted Lasso, Trent going through the mortifying ideal of being perceived, and speedrunning every emotion under the sun, Trent Crimm needs a hug, always

#tedtrent #tedependent #tedependent fic #ted lasso #trent crimm #my work #this was very fun to write #inspired by my recent surgery #not appendicitis #but still not fun

[astorichan]

In My Dreams You're Gone | 31 - i look inside myself and see my heart is black

Work summary:

The Void had been still for an amount of time unthinkable, the being able to unite it fallen so long ago.

Its stillness breaks when a small shade rejects its call, refuses to merge with it and lay to rest, instead pushing its resolve onto the sea.

Fix it. Save them, it demands, and something answers.

Something stirs deep within; something meant to be forgotten awakens; something powerful beyond anything Hallownest has known in its entire existence heeds the call, throwing the vessel and itself both into a time long lost.

Mere weeks before the Sealing, a wounded vessel staggers out of the Temple.

Chapter summary:

The Pale King and Grimm make a discovery. Ghost realises their mistake.

Characters:

The Pale King, Grimm, Ghost, White Lady, Hornet

Author's notes:

l o r e

#toriswriting #dreams #dreamsfic #hk fanfic #hollow knight #hk ghost #hk grimm #hk pale king #hk hornet #hk white lady #hk pv #this was very fun to write #i finally get to go into a bit of depth of my worldbuilding #fun times

[ingenio-academy-if]

Feel better soon! If it hasn't already been asked, when the ROs were kids who took care of them when they were sick and how? And/or, when MC was a child how did Myles and Briar take care of them when they were sick?

Omg yes, a Briar and Myles ask! Also thank you! I am doing my best to beat this bug, lots of rest and liquid!

When MC was little, both of their parents were pretty busy people. However, when their little one got sick Myles would be the first to drop everything to get home and nurse MC back to health. He's the one that is wrapping mc in a blanket, brings them warm milk with some honey, wipes their forehead, and then gets irritated and scolds them when they are out of bed or not resting. He'd also be the one to hold Mc if they just needed a cuddle and read them a book.

Briar was able to make this AMAZING noodle soup whenever Mc was sick and basically took care of feeding them and bringing whatever Myles asked for home from the pharmacy. Ironically ze was the one that worried the most about Mc while they were sick but had a job that ze couldn't easily leave.

Now for the RO's

Zane: It was eir mom! She was a hardworking nurse so of all the Ro's Zane was in the best hands when it came to someone taking care of em while sick. She would Wrap Zane in warm blankets, and give him lots of hugs, medicine, and the best homemade meals while he was sick.

Evander: He's always been a very independent kid, so he'd insist on taking care of himself when he was a kid. His parent would make him some food to reheat in the microwave and leave medicine on the counter in the kitchen. He'd get regular phone calls as his parent would check up on him and ask if he'd like them to come home...and usually, he'd say no, that he can take care of himself, but sometimes, when he'd be really *really* sick, he'd say yes.

Aimé: It really depended on where Aimé was living at the time, when xe was in china xe wasn't as often sick. But back home xyr mom would take care of xyr, she would usually take xyr to the doctor and then feed them some medication before she'd need to go to work.

Nova: Usually their nanny was the one to take care of them while they were sick, Nova would get warm soups and some rest and usually be completely fine after half a day, that werewolf constitution is good.

Kane: If you leave them like that long enough eventually they'll get better! And that's what happened.

#ro ask #mc ask #mansym rambles #ask #char briar #char myles #ro zane #ro nova #ro evander #ro aimé #ro kane #this was very fun to write

[duesternis]

Until the Heat-Death - Hashimada

-I love you. -I love you, too. -I want to stay like this forever. -Forever. Until the heat-death and after. -Every molecule, bound together. -I’d like that very much. -Very much.

A space epic in less than 500 words. read here. My July entry for @yearoftheotpevent

#naruto #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my writing #hashimada #hashirama #madara #this was very fun to write

[thesquidkid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Alex Manes & Liz Ortecho, Maria DeLuca & Alex Manes Characters: Alex Manes, Michael Guerin, Liz Ortecho, Maria DeLuca Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Honeymoon, (Alex and Michael talk about their honeymoon), Best Friends, Post-Canon Summary:

Liz and Maria have a plan: steal Alex for a day.

#alexguerinmonthly #this was very fun to write #i hope i did their friendship justice #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic #thesquidkid writes

[bananasofthorns]

Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: no archive warnings, unreality, lightly implied self-harm Characters: Wels, Hels, Pixl Additional tags: Psychological horror, Original Statement (The Magnus Archives), Alternate Universe - The Magnus Archives Fusion, Unsettling Word count: 1870 words

Statement of Wesley Knight, nickname "Wels," regarding a series of encounters with a doppelganger during June 2020. Statement directly from subject on the 19th of June, 2021 by Pixl Riffs, Head Archivist of the Recap Institute, London.

Statement begins.

#welsknight #helsknight #hermitcraft #hermit archives au #banana writes things #banana made a post #banana's mcyt archives au #this was Very fun to write

[humorandhellfire]

Bloodied Hands on Strings

A Fic of Eddie becoming Kas the Bloody Handed. Ya know, for fun.

Has violence and some gore content as a warning

------THIS HAS STRANGER THINGS 4 VOL 2 SPOILERS-----

It was dark and cold, only the flash of red light in the deep blue colored sky giving any motion of illumination while distant thundering boomed, muffled in the distance. Limping steps dragged across the crumbled ground, over vines and fallen demobats before stopping over a figure laid in the center. A long clawed finger lowered over the stilled body, hooking under the collar of a tattered shirt to push it aside, revealing a faded black widow spider tattooed over cold skin.

"You...could be of use...."

A growled, almost gurgled voice spoke, breath strained as they seemed to be pained. Long clawed fingers opened, the skin on them charred and blackened as the hand lowered over the face of that who laid before him.

"Eddie Munson...."

The smoke had grown thicker, plants withered and ash as the torn gates had scorched further out from their initial cuts through Hawkins.

"Dustin, stop."

Dustin kept walking despite Steve's protest, a bag over his shoulder as his head stayed bowed.

"I've made up my mind, Steve. I have to do this."

"Listen, I know and you're right but it's way too dangerous to go back in there, Dustin."

"I don't care, Vecna's hurt so it will be enough for me to find him."

They grew closer to the trailer park, the area long since emptied after the supposed 'earthquake' the long trenches of the gate ripped through them.

"Yeah but the bats could still-"

"He deserved better, Steve!"

Dustin spun around, shouting back as his voice verged on cracking. It had haunted him since they came back. Leaving him there. Talking with Wayne Munson. He couldn't do this to his friend. It was clear Steve got the message, the older of the two nodding as he patted Dustin on the shoulder.

"I know, man...I know."

The two stood in silence for a moment, Steve looked out over the empty area with a sigh, knowing this wasn’t the best choice but also aware he wasn’t changing his friend’s mind.

"Let's go then."

They found an easy entrance through the torn gates, ripped into the side of the Munson trailer, the two fashioning a rope to climb down in. It sent shivers up their spines, being back in the Upside Down was a feeling you could never really shake. 

"Alright, let's just be careful."

Steve whispered as the two walked slowly through the trailer, Dustin pausing as a glint of red caught his eye along the ground. He swallowed a tight feeling in his throat as he reached down, picking up the instrument, right where he had dropped her. He looked the guitar over as Steve stepped around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. Dustin hung the guitar over his back, giving a shaky sigh before Steve’'s voice caught his attention.

"Hey...Dustin..."

Dustin rubbed his eyes, took a breath and collected himself before following where Steve had stepped.

"I know I know, hurry up. He's not far from-"

As Dustin turned the corner he stopped cold in his tracks, Steve's flashlight shining over the ragged couch of the Munson living room but more so...over the slumped figure of Eddie seated on it, dark vines weaved over his body.

"You said he ran outside....right?"

Steve looked back to his friend, Dustin's expression a mix of confusion and worry. Did Eddie drag himself here? He couldn't have....he was gone.

"Y-yeah....he...he was down the road....when he..."

The older of the two sighed, giving Dustin another reassuring pat to his shoulder before stepping towards where Eddie sat slumped. He leaned down, looking the other man over carefully.

"Maybe the bats?....or Vecna brought him here?"

He asked quietly, Dustin shaking his head as he stepped closer.

"No...no there would be no reason. His arms aren't broken and....he's like how I found him..."

The words were hard to get out as Dustin was hesitant to step any closer, Steve reaching forward and carefully pushing back one of Eddie's eyelids.

"And his eyes are still there...it's like he's sleep-"

Steve reeled back as Eddie's head shot up, the fallen metalhead gasping sharply as his head whipped back.

"JESUS CHRIST!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

Steve and Dustin shouted as they both stumbled back, taking a second to steady themselves as they looked back to the seemingly alive Munson. Eddie panted hard, looking around frantically before brown eyes set on the two infront of him.

"H-Harrington?...Dustin?"

Dustin could feel the tears filling the corners of his eyes as he hurried forward, grabbing Eddie by the shoulders roughly.

"Eddie! Eddie! You're okay! You're alive!"

The disoriented man smiled for a moment, unable to keep that welled relief at the sight of his friends from showing before his face went pale, eyes wide as he started to panic. Eddie started to grab for Dustin, wanting to hug his friend but something was wrong...something wasn't right.

"W-wait....you have to go..."

Eddie spoke, voice shaking as the other two looked in stunned confusion.

"No, we're here to get you. we're taking you back."

The metalhead shut his eyes tight at Dustin’s words, shaking his head furiously as he reluctantly tried to push him away.

"No...no no no, you have to go. You have to run!"

"Eddie. why?"

Dustin tried to stay at his friend's side, his chin quivering as he was so frantically pushed away.

"You have to run! I-I..."

The vines along the couch started to slither and churn, Steve stepping back as they seemed to gather along Eddie's body. Chittering and shrieks came from behind the couch as Demobats began to crawl out from behind it, skittering across Eddie's shoulders and chest, shrieking at the other two. The fallen man gasped and strained while shouting in a broken voice.

"I'm bait!"

It was still cold, dark and damp. Eddie gasped as his eyes shot open, sitting up quickly while he grabbed over his chest and sides. No wounds. He knew they were real, had felt the bats pierce his sides before... He slowly got to his feet, looking around to try and gauge where he was. It was still the upside down, that was for certain. Eddie looked around, the large ring of fallen bats that were still scattered across the broken pavement, a few twitching randomly before stilling. How? He knew he died...this couldn't be real.

"Eddie..."

That deep growled voice rang in his head, the young man quickly spinning around to the figure behind him. He was even more disgusting than Eddie had imagined, though his fresh shotgun wounds and moltov burns didn't really make it better. Eddie staggered backwards, breath shaking as he looked around.

"Vecna..."

He wrinkled his nose as this dark figure stepped closer,limping from his injuries with a pained groan. Vecna tilted his head, not sure of what that name meant but not willing to care enough to address it. Eddie took a readied stance, looking around for his fallen weapons between glances to the dark being before him.

"You have fallen..."

Vecna groaned, Eddie scoffing as he took a step back.

"You're one to talk...looking like a burnt hot dog. I see my friends gave you-"

"Your friends?"

Venca growled sharply, Eddie's brows curved tightly as he tried to keep a brave stance.

"I found you here....dead...cold...discarded. You call them friends even though they left you here?"

The metalhead shook his head quickly, his hair brushing over his shoulder with his movement.

"N-no...I know what you're doing...they had to...to save them they had to..."

A strained chuckle came from Vecna as he stepped closer again, Eddie's fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"No Eddie....you see it...they injured me greatly...the bats had fallen....yet they still left you here...in the cold and dark..."

He didn't want to hear it, didn't want to let Vecna’s words get in his head as Eddie clasped his palms over his ears.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Another limped step forward brought Vecna closer.

"They left you...and what more....you fell for nothing..."

Eddie slowly looked up, watching long clawed fingers gesture past him to where the gate at his trailer was ripped through the earth in deep glowing trenches.

"The gates opened....and I lived....your..friends failed..."

The young man panted panicked, his chest tightening as he shook his head.

"No...no no you're lying..."

"You died...for nothing...."

Eddies' fists shook, tight at his sides as he screamed in fear and frustration. He spun back around as if ready to take a swing.

"NO!"

His body locked up, his arms and legs unable to move as Vecna now stood just inches from him, long clawed fingers arched over his head menacingly.

"No lies....you fell for nothing....and the world still hates you..."

The dark being rested one of his claws to Eddie's forehead, flashes of images running through his mind of missing posters scribbled with devil horns and pentagrams, sheet signs marked of casting out the evil and the muffled sound of newscasts presuming he, who was responsible, was dead. He felt the sharp claw lift from his skin, tears starting to well in the corners of his eyes. Eddie could feel his chest hurt, the feeling creeping down his sides.

"You're lying...illusions..."

He almost whimpered, wanting it all to be untrue. He could feel the side of his shirt start to weigh as if soaked wet, wounds on his sides opening from where fangs had pierced him.

"No Eddie...they think you are a monster....and now they always will."

Eddie choked back a labored sound, groaning as wounds opened along his shoulders and arms, trying to get his body to move.

"What do you want! Why do this?! I'm one less thing in your way, why not leave me dead then?!"

His body shook and jerked as he tried to get free, Vecna tilting his head as he watched his hopeless tries to escape.

"I want to give you a chance....I have been called a monster, just like you..."

"No! I'm nothing like you! You killed innocent people! Killed Chrissy!"

Eddie snapped sharply, finally able to shake his arm free from its locked posture as he reached down for the fallen spear beside him. He didn't get far, vines shooting forward from the ground and embedding into the opened wounds at Eddie's side, causing the man to scream in pain as he dropped the spear to the ground. Several more followed, piercing into the bites on his arms and legs. He tried desperately to fight free, but the vines began to lift him from the ground, his limbs limp as they were held up by the dark pulsing cords.

"The end has started Eddie....the world has cast you out, painted you a monster in their own ignorance....I give you a chance, a chance to save your friends from something much worse than what you have seen..."

Vecna spoke calmly, watching Eddie weakly try to pull at his restraints. The young man was silent, eyelids fighting to stay open through the shocks of pain in him as he just watched Vecna step forward.

"You would be saving them....saving them from suffering....”

Eddie’s damp hair hung around his face like a thick curtain, his head tilted as he looked out through dark strands.

“S-save them?...”

Vecna nodded at the quiet shaking question.

“Yes….all while showing the town that would see you burn...what a monster truly is..."

Eddie tried to lift his head more, eye to eye with Vecna as he scowled through pained breaths, about to speak before a vine pierced into the wound at his neck, his eyes rolling back as he screamed. His screams would soon quiet, a dark cloud of particles quickly funneling down towards him from the sky above before everything went black.

The trailer door flew off its hinges, Dustin and Steve tumbling to the ground as they were thrown from inside. A billowing cloud of Demobats bursting from the door’s opening.

"Eddie!"

Dustin screamed through coughs, Steve pulling the teen to his feet as they watched Eddie step to the doorway. His eyes were whited over, a milky color as vines twisted and hung from his limbs while he walked down the stairs in slow swayed steps. Demobats swooping down to perch at his shoulder before flying off again.

"You should have never come back...."

His voice was low and droned, the sound of clattering coming from the roof of the trailer as the bats began to gather at its edge, screeching frantically. 

"Dustin, come on!"

Steve shouted as he tried to pull Dustin back. He couldn't leave him again, he knew this wasn't him. Dustin pulled away from Steve's hold on his arm, running over to Eddie.

"Eddie stop! This isn't-"

He was cut short as a bat swooped down from its perch on the trailer, clipping the teen across the side of his head and sending him tumbling to the ground again, the guitar on his back sliding off across the dirt.

"What? This isn't me, Henderson? Oooh but it is now."

Steve looked around, grabbing a dropped plate of siding, swinging it up to knock an oncoming bat away as he sprinted towards Eddie. He swung the plate sideways, hoping to knock the metalhead aside to stagger him enough for Dustin to run but was stopped as his makeshift shield was swatted away,hands grabbing viciously at the front of his shirt.

"Eddie, stop it! Snap out of it!"

Steve pushed back as he staggered backwards, back slammed against the side of the trailer, feeling clenched fists in the fabric of his shirt pull his forward again before violently slamming him against the trailer once more, his head knocking back against the metal plating.Eddie pressed back harder, nose to nose as he growled, white eyes scowling with a wide grin on his face.

"Why? So you can be mister hero? Sorry to disappoint you but you already failed at that once Steve!"

Steve gave a pained groan, trying to push the other man off of him as he breathed down his neck. He managed to free his arm from between them, swinging his fist up to land a punch to Eddie's cheek, knocking him back as his weight lifted off him.

"Eddie...that's enough..."

Steve spoke in coughing words catching his breath. The metalhead laughed, spitting blood from his mouth as he swayed, waving his arms out.

"Why? Because you know it's true Harrington?! Hawkins is in pieces, the gates are opened! I died for nothing!"

Eddie screamed his words, his demeanor different though his voice still pierced in that same frustrated tone. His fists clenched as the demobats on the roof shrieked in chorus. Steve looked away, panting as he stayed leaned against the trailer’s side.

"N-no you didn't..."

Dustin groaned as he started to get up from where he was tossed to the dirt.

"You saved us, Eddie..."

Eddie paused a laugh slowly creeping up his throat as he shook his head.

"No....no no no, your hero Harrington did that. Saved you while I ROTTED! Then you left me here..."

Eddie's fogged gaze turned to Dustin.

"You left me here...."

The teens eyes welled with tears again at those stabbing words from his friend, Dustin brushing himself off as he stood up.

"No..."

Dustin answered, voice shaking as he took a step. Eddie watched him, brows curved for a moment before he growled and shook his head, turning back to Steve once more.

"Always the hero, huh? Can't be two of us so I thought...I thought I'd give the monster a try...seeing as the town still calls me that..."

White eyes glared daggers on Steve as the still recovering man started to raise his fists, the shrieks of the bats growing louder as Eddie paced back and forth in front of him like a hungry animal.

'Right Harrington? Kill Vecna, stop the gates, clear my name, that was the plan?...THAT WAS THE PLAN AND YOU DID NONE OF IT!"

Eddie lunged forward, grabbing Steve by the neck with ring clad hands as the the two grappled with each other, the vines around Eddie's arms tightening as his grip on the other man's throat did the same.

"You lost! The gates are open! Vecna lives!"

Steve pulled at Eddie's hand on his neck, his head feeling lighter as he struggled to get free. Fighting to stay conscious through the grip at his neck was soon snapped free, Dustin's scream cutting through the sound of their fighting.

"Son of a bitch!"

Eddie was jerked to the side, Dustin barreling into him with his arms gripped around the man's middle as he tackled him aside. Steve gasped as he pulled in a relieved breath of air, watching the metalhead stumble, able for a moment catching the brown color of his eyes as he was knocked away from him. Eddie growled as he felt Dustin grip around his waist to fight him back, his own arms grabbing at the teen's back and sides to get him away.The it hit, it felt like a shock of lightning, Eddie seeing an open field...remembering it...wrestling Dustin after tossing his nail shield to the ground. He was seeing it from an outside view, the two play fighting...he remembered. "never change, Dustin Henderson...promise me..." Eddie felt the tight grip around his middle as it came rushing back, vines tightening on his arms as he threw Dustin aside, the white over his eyes thinned. Dustin stumbled but stayed on his feet,panting as he stared behind tear soaked eyes.

"You're not Eddie!"

He screamed in a broken voice, watching Eddie sway slightly. The metalhead seemed confused for a moment, lost as he looked around before the vine at his neck pulsed, eyes clouding more as he swatted at his own head, fingers gripping into long hair. The bats screeched and clawed at the metal roof, Eddie screaming as he gripped the sides of his head. Steve picked himself up, quickly getting to his feet and carefully stepping quick to grab Eddie while he struggled. His move was cut short, a vine catching his ankle before sending Steve tumbling to the ground before it caught Eddie's attention, the dungeon master grabbing the nearest thing on the ground, his fallen spear and stepping hastily towards Harrington. He quickly pinned Steve to the ground, straddled over him as he pressed the wooden handle against his neck, Steve struggling under it.

"Eddie! Stop! This isn't you!"

Dustin took a sprint towards the two, Eddie giving a flick of his head as another bat swooped down, its tail grabbing Dustin by the shoulder and hurling him away. Eddie started to push more weight down on Steve, the other man groaning as he pushed back, his legs kicking to get free.

"Eddie...he wanted to come back..."

Steve strained to speak as Eddie growled, the two pushing back and forth.

"Dustin...he was going to come back alone....said you deserved better....he was right...."

Eddie's grip started to loosen slightly as he listened, the tight scowl of his brow beginning to softed to confusion.

"B-but remember....remember we had a deal....I wasn't letting him come back...alone....remember you said...to"

Another sharp flash, a memory as Eddie turned in that open field, seeing the camper parked in the tall grass. He watched himself walk up to Steve who packed away the  moltov cocktails into the storage compartment. The Eddie who watched swallowed slowly as he saw himself tap Steve's arm.

"Hey, Harrington...can I ask you something?"

Steve blinked with a nod, closing and locking the compartment.

"Yeah, sure."

"Hey uh...there's a chance that..that not all of us are going to make it out of this. So if something happens...you know to me..."

Steve shook his head quickly.

"Eddie, stop-"

"No, don't bullshit me, Harrington. We saw what was in there. It's only going to be worse."

He reached out and gripped Steve's shoulder, sighing as he tried to get the words out.

"I know it doesn't need to be said,what with your official babysitter title but I uh...I feel like I need to say it. If something happens to me. You look after Henderson for me."

Steve sighed, looking down as he felt Eddie's grip on his shoulder tighten to grab his focus back.

"Hey! Promise me. I know he's a handful but...he's a good kid."

Steve nodded, his hands on his hips as he looked out to where Dustin gathered up their shields.

"Alright...but the same goes for you."

Eddie arched a brow at the answer.

"If something happens to me, you have to watch out for him."

The metalhead chuckled and shook his head at those words.

"Harrington the action hero? I don't think-"

"Now who's bullshiting?"

Eddie could see he was called on his word as he smiled, offering his hand for a handshake as Steve took the offer.

"Deal...but if something happens please don't get him dressing like you. I mean polos, Steve? Really? Though maybe I won't have to worry about that, looks like you're stealing my style anyway. You don't look half bad in a leather jacket and surprisingly pulled off my vest look too. I might have made you too powerful."

Eddie grinned as he gave Steve's bomber jacket a tug while leaning closer, the other man giving him a light shove to his check and roll of his eyes as Eddie laughed.

It all came rushing back again, Eddie's eyes starting to clear as he looked down at Steve who continued to struggle under his hold.

"I couldn't let him come back for you alone....we had a deal..."

Steve whispered under strained breath as Eddie let go of the spear, stumbling off of him while gripping his head. He screamed as he felt the vines in him tighten and pull, trying to guide his body while he tried to fight back. His muscles burned as the sound of the demobats screaming clouded his hearing. Steve crawled up, coughing as he pushed the spear aside, watching Eddie thrash back and forth as he seemed to fight off something. Dustin got up, watching how Eddie swung his arms around, his hands always returning to the vines before swinging back away. That was it, the puppet master's strings. That’s why his words didn’t sound like Eddie.

"Steve! The vines!"

Steve nodded as he grabbed the spear beside him, snapping the knife off of the pole and hurrying towards Eddie as the metalhead turned to him quick, Steve swinging the knife down to cut away the vine at his side. The bats screeched, flying up into the air as the tether was cut away while they began to circle, Eddie screaming in pain when the vine was severed from his wound. Steve looked back to Dustin worried, the teen nodding hesitantly back as it felt like the only way. Eddie’s screams made their stomachs twist but it felt like the only way to free their friend. Steve ducked under the swing of Eddie's fist, grabbing the other vine at his side and cutting it away, watching it thrash and writhe on the ground. With every pained yell the metalhead gave, the bats grew more frenzied, spiraling overhead but keeping from attacking. Steve aimed for the vine on Eddie's right arm, just missing as he was swatted aside, sliding across the ground with the knife stayed gripped in his hand.

"Steve!"

Dustin screamed, grabbing for the nearest object as he ran to his fallen friend, Eddie closing the gap between him and Steve as well with a pained growl. What vines remained latched to him squeezed angrily, Eddie snarling as he grew closer.

"You failed!"

Eddie screamed, bringing his arm down towards Steve until something blocked his grip. His fingers grabbed across tight strings, the neck of his guitar in his hand as Dustin swung it between the two men. A flash. A Spark. A memory. The red pulsed sky of the upside down as he held his guitar, Dustin at the amp as he clicked it on twisting the dial. He wasn't running. He was taking a stand and fighting. His friend by his side.

 His fingers ran over the strings as the cords struck a familiar sound, Eddie's brown eyes clearing from the clouded white as he looked down at Dustin and Steve. The two could see him, spotting him through what they were fighting.

"This isn't you, Eddie...you are always you...no one will ever change that..."

Eddie's eyes widened as his friends stared up at him, hope in their expressions that he could hear them...and he could. The metalhead growled, raising his arms with his guitar in hand as he took a step back.

"Harrington!"

Steve looked up, the vines in clear shot on Eddie's arms as he swung the knife up to slice them away. Eddie could feel the feeling rush back to his arms and hands, his own grip as he pulled the strap of his guitar over his head. He tried to bring his fingers to the strings but stumbled back, the vine pierced at his neck starting to coil and wrap around his throat.

"They left you, Eddie...."

That deep voice growled in his head as Eddie screamed, grabbing at the vine coiled around his neck, Dustin and Steve running over to grab at it as well, pulling desperately to free it from him.

"Steve cut it! Cut it off!"

"It's too close to his neck!"

The group struggled frantically to break the vine's grip, Steve spotting other's starting to slither closer from the ground below.

"Oh shit!"

Steve grabbed the broken spear handle, knocking the approaching vines away while Dustin pulled at the one at his friend's neck.

"Eddie! You need to fight it! Fight!"

Eddie's eyes started to roll back in his head, his vision blurring as he felt he was fading in and out.

"They left you Eddie..."

Vecna’s voice growled as Eddie blinked slowly, seeing that dark figure off in the distance. Whether it was an illusion or not, he didn't care, the metalhead smiling through the pain as he laughed.

"They're here now...."

His fingers moved on their own, strumming weakly at the strings of his guitar at his waist as Dustin kept pulling at the vine. The teen glanced down, putting two and two together as he kept fighting looking back up to Eddie’s face. He watched his friend give a weak smile through choked gasps, the vine at his neck pulsing.

“S-she was made for an a-alternate dimension…”

Dustin’s eyes widened as he quickly looked around, eyes set on Eddie’s trailer.

"Steve! Grab this!"

Dustin yelled as Steve hurried over to take his place trying to keep slack on the vine at Eddie’s neck, gripping around it to keep room for the other man to breathe.

“Hang on Eddie. Dustin what are you doing?!”

Steve screamed back as he watched Dustin run towards the trailer, digging around inside before reappearing with a long cable and amp. The teen hastily plugged everything in turning the dials on the amp quickly.

“TODAY DUSTIN!”

Steve screamed as Dustin quickly ran back over, plugging the cord into the guitar in Eddies hands. Eddie trying to stay conscious as he started to lean his weight on Steve.

“Please let this work.”

Dustin whispered as he looked back up to Eddie, the choked dungeon master nodding quickly.Eddie strummed a long cord, gasping as he gripped the guitar, the vine on his neck loosening slightly as the bats overhead seemed to flinch as the sound ripped from the amp.

"Steve! Now!"

Steve flipped the knife up into his hand, sliding the blade under the slacked vine coiled at Eddie’s neck, cutting it away with a wet tear. Eddie gasped sharply, the bats above screeching violently as their swarming grew faster, lowering closer and closer to the group. Eddie could still see him, Vecna's figure standing just off in the distance, irritation in the burnt features of his face. Once the vine was free from him Eddie gripped his guitar quickly, striking his fingers across the strings as the bats dove towards him. As the cords rang out through the amp the monsters jolted back, returning to their spiraling as a few would swoop down, shrieking in the guitarist’s face as Eddie scowled back before they’d return to the swarm. Dustin and Steve stared upwards as Eddie played furiously, just as he did that day before, blood running down his fingers from the wounds of his arms but never slowing him as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He didn't fall for nothing, he didn't die for nothing. This was for his friends, to save them, for Chrissy, to give Hawkins time...they could call him a monster, but he knew who he really was. Eddie glanced to Steve and Dustin, straining to play as the vines on his legs started to tighten and coil, his ears beginning to deafen from the screech of the bats but he could still hear his guitar, feel the vibration of the strings. Steve and Dustin stared, the bats slowing their frenzied flying as Eddie's playing slowed to a calmer rhythm, the metalhead concentrating on his music as the bat's screams began to lower. They rose and fell with the rhythm of his playing, a frantic spiral of monsters now a slow flowing spin of flight to the sound of Eddie's guitar. Eddie nodded his head to the heavy beats to the music, nose wrinkled in focus.

Where's the dreams that I've been after?....

Eddies brow furrowed seeing himself stepping around the cafeteria of Hawkin's high claiming it was his year, '86 baby' He continued to play, memories flooding back with it.

Master, Master...You promised only lies...

Visions of Hawkins burning, stung in Eddie's head, clouded with smoke, his friends fallen as he pushed to keep playing. His eyes squeezed tightly closed, the sting subsiding at the sound of laughter. He could see Dustin, laughing at his bad bat joke...Steve laughing at the thought of Eddie being jealous of him...hearing the others laugh through the literal hell they were ready to fight. 

Laughter, laughter...all I hear and see is laughter...

His D&D group, laughing at a game well played...at the slaying of Vecna...a quick flash of Eddie practicing his guitar, Dustin mimicking his finger placements on one of his older guitars across from him….

Laughter, laughter....Laughing at my cries...

That horrible laugh he heard in the darkness when he was brought back, it echoed at the back of his brain and made the hairs on his neck raise. Eddie's playing grew faster, the bat's spiral quickening as well before he ripped across the strings shouting out.

"FIX ME!"

The vines on his legs squeezed tighter as Eddie struggled to keep standing while he played, the bats diving downwards towards the three. Dustin and Steve ducked to the ground as they felt the rushing force of the demobats flying past them, swerving around them as they shot past Eddie where he stood. The cloud of creatures rushed off across the horizon, Eddie continuing to play through the pain in his legs as Dustin and Steve looked up.

"He's controlling the bats."

Dustin whispered as he watched the monsters fly off, grabbing at Steve's arm as he frantically pointed to the vines at Eddie's legs.

"Steve!"

Eddie kept his eyes on the horizon as he played, those lyrics burning through his head as he tried to keep focus, feeling his friends pull at the binds on his legs. His fingers knew those cords, those lines and words from endless nights of practicing and listening. He was standing and fighting, and he was doing it his way. The bats rocketed over the dead trees, screeching relentlessly through the empty forests, Eddie whispering under his breath.

“I will occupy, I will help you die, I will run you through, now I rule you too…”

The bats swarmed and spiraled around the dilapidated Creel mansion, shrieking loudly before barreling through the gaps in the boarded window, funneling up the stairs to the attic. Vecna's eyes snapped open as he was swarmed, the creatures biting and clawing at him as he dropped from his vines to swat them away. they swarmed around his head, a cloud of wings and claws as the dark being shouted out. Eddie struck that last cord, Dustin and Steve cutting the vines from his legs as the metalhead stumbled back from the sharp break. His head spun. dizzy as he tumbled backwards.

"Hey Eddie! Eddie!"

Steve quickly grabbed onto Eddie, bracing his fall as Dustin grabbed his other arm, the two bringing their friend down to lay between them as the metalhead panted and coughed. Dustin's gut sank for a second, this moment feeling all too familiar and one he didn't want to live again. Eddie smiled weakly, his hands still gripped to his guitar as he looked up to the other two over him.

"N-not bad for a puppet huh?"

Steve and Dustin gave relieved yet nervous laughs as they nodded.

"Yeah man, it was very..uh it was very Ozzy of you."

Eddie's tired eyes widened for a moment as he gave a pained laugh, holding his side at Steve's comment while Dustin couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Y-yeah?"

Eddie coughed as he pulled his guitar off from around his neck, setting it aside with a labored breath before grabbing Dustin and Steve's arms. Dustin gave a shaky smile.

"Very Kas of you"

The dungeon master smiled wide with an approving nod, another rasped laugh coming from him.

"So it would seem..."

Eddie hummed as Steve looked between the two, clearly confused as he sighed.

"Aaand I still have no idea what you two are talking about."

Dustin and Eddie laughed, the metalhead reaching a hand up to pat Steve's cheek.

"Don't worry big boy...we'll teach ya.."

Eddie took a shaking breath, swallowing slowly as he looked back up to the other two.

"Hey....what I said back there..."

Dustin shook his head quickly.

"No, Eddie that wasn't you. We know it wasn't you."

"I know...but I still said it. I know why you did what you did....I'm glad you did. W-we might not have beat him but..."

Eddie gave another strained laugh.

"But damn...Harrington you did a number on that guy...I-I don't know what he looked like before but he was..he was roasted ground beef..."

The group laughed, Eddie holding tightly to his friends’ arms as the metalhead just smiled up at them.

"Thanks for coming back..."

Tears ran down Dustin's face as he nodded with a shaky smile.

"We had to, man."

Steve smiled with a nod.

"You deserved better..."

Eddie reached his arms up, hooking them around the other twos' necks to pull them close, hugging them tight.

"You guys are my heroes."

Dustin buried his face in Eddie's shoulder, squeezing him close as Steve wrapped his arms around the two of them tightly. Eddie's guitar slid off his lap to the side, strings still dripped with blood as the bats cried off in the distance.

It was a few days later, Dustin sitting restlessly in the back of the Wheeler station wagon with Steve as Nancy glanced back at them and the rest of the group from the rearview mirror.

"It's really crazy, isn't it?"

Robin asked from the passenger seat, Nancy just nodding with a small smile as they pulled down a covered dirt road. They slowed to a stop at a rundown trailer, tucked away in the thick brush of the outskirts of Hawkins. The group stepped out of the station wagon, another car pulling up behind them. The Byers, Joyce, Johnathan and Will stepping out as Joyce grabbed a case from the backseat.

"Quite the party for a check up."

She asked with a smile to the others, Robin helping Steve grab a few bags from the back of the station wagon.

"Well, we figured a food run was probably in order too. The request line was a bit quiet."

Steve watched as Dustin hurried to the trailer door, knocking in a coordinated pattern against the metal panel. He waited anxiously until the door clicked unlocked, pushing the door open and hurrying inside.

"Easy, Henderson. You're gonna hit me with the door."

Dustin's face lit up as he watched Eddie stumble back slightly, bandaged and limping but otherwise in one piece. The metalhead smiled as Dustin quickly pulled him into a hug, the others filing in around them. 

"We got snacks!"

"And real food"

"I mean yeah that too."

Robin and Nancy informed as they took the bags to the kitchen with Steve's help. It was a safe place for now, Joyce having been kind enough to help mend Eddie when they returned to avoid the hospital after the initial shock from the group. She'd stop to check on his wounds to see how they were healing, the group taking turns visiting to check on him and bring supplies he needed. Luckily, it didn't feel as constricting as the boat house, afterall most thought he was dead so the tension felt lighter. Hell, he was lucky enough to see his uncle again, another shock but relieved to see his nephew alive even if he was under cover. He was grateful for his uncle’s understanding, the man stopping as well from time to time to bring Eddie his essentials. The coffee table was scattered with magazines, a box of cassettes and a boombox. Though the most tended to item was his warlock guitar, set on the couch beside him where he had been practicing before answering the door. Eddie sat back down on the couch as Joyce checked his healing wounds, joking around like his usual self with the others as Dustin updated him on the latest news. Joyce carefully changed the bandaging on the dungeon master’s sides as she shook her head.

“Well, they're healing pretty well. How are you feeling, Eddie?”

The man shrugged lightly, holding his shirt up out of the way.

“Kind of like swiss cheese but otherwise alright.”

Eddie paused for a moment, looking up as Will walked in with Jonathan, setting some supplies aside as their eyes met.

"Will Byers."

Eddie spoke as Will looked over, his brows curved in what looked like worry for a moment.

"I've heard of you."

Eddie answered as Dustin arched a brow at the interaction.

"Oh yeah, I told Eddie about our games we've played and your Dungeon Master sessions."

Will nodded, forcing a small smile as he and Eddie continued to glance at each other.

"Yeah...It's not just that....I've heard of him again."

The room went still,  everyone pausing what they were doing to look over. Will nodded, touching the back of his neck. There was a reason he was hesitant to meet the infamous Eddie Munson Dustin talked about and it wasn’t from his reputation.

"It's him....you heard him too."

Will’s voice faltered a moment as Eddie gave a slow nod.

"Yeah....”

The metalhead set his hand on a magazine on the table, taking a marker and writing something on the page without taking his eyes from Will. He flipped the page up for the others to see, never looking to it himself as his scrawled writing read. ‘He’s still here’ The tension in the room thickened as Eddie tapped his finger to the side of his head.

“It’s not over….not yet.”

Thunder crashed through the upside down, the bats in piles across the ground as Vecna stood with one gripped in his hand. He snarled as he tossed it to the ground turning to reveal a large bite wound where his left eye was, the being looking upwards as a loud roar boomed through the air. Dark clouds swirled over the mansion, particles funneling down to the furious bellowing within them.

#Eddie Munson #Stranger things fic #Stranger Things 4 #Stranger things Vol2 #spoilers #Kas the bloody handed #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #this was very fun to write

[skitter-kitter]

All Casey Jones II has ever known is war. Death is normal to him— a given. He knows what the world expects of him, and he knows what the world wants from him. Is it any surprise, then, that he’d ask to be sent back to that?

Or: Casey goes home. Someone has been waiting for him.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt future leonardo #skitty fics #this was very fun to write #i didnt notice until it was done that casey went through all the stages of grief

[froggi-mushroom]

Thanks for the ask!

28.“Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

With engport

Requested by @owlrolls

This is the sole reason why I reblogged this ask game in the first place lmao

December, 1667

“Next year, we are spending Christmas in my country.” Joana whined, pressing into Edith’s side, sucking up what little warmth she could from Edith.

“You can hardly complain, my love, as it was you who insisted on spending Christmas here.” Edith reminded her, squeezing Joana’s gloved hand, her head covered in a thick hat that seemed a tad too big for her, “Honestly, I will never know how you have such low tolerance for the cold, I’ve yet to hear your neighbour complain as you do,” Joana frowned and Edith, almost sensing Joana’s disdain, leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, “Oh, stop it, darling, it wasn’t a complaint, never a complaint, especially when it means you all but cling to me as a result.”

Joana, despite not being quite so satisfied, dropped the subject entirely. “So, what are our plans for today?”

“Well, first will be lunch, I’m starving after this walk.”

“Your choice, might I add–”

“If it is too cold for you, my dear, then it is too cold for the horses.”

Joana gawked, “Is that all I am to you? A means of measuring the temperature?”

“You are terribly consistent, my love.”

Joana sniffed, pouted, trying to garner any sort of sympathy from Edith to no avail. She instead resolved to wrapping their arms together, for warmth and so that Joana could better see Edith’s face, count her eyelashes and trail her eyes across her freckles as if she were mapping the stars. “A blessing you do not paint your face when away from court.”

“I am starting to wish I did, it helps warm my face.”

“Why would you have to?” Joana asked, halting so she could trail her fingers across Edith’s round cheeks and snub nose, “You have coloured quite nicely in the cold.”

“Not that,” Edith said, taking Joana’s hand and kissing her fingertips– oh, Joana wished she wasn’t wearing gloves– and keeping hold of her hands, “Ceruse can come up quite thick sometimes, I was more joking that it could keep me warm.”

Joana’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh!”

Edith chuckled, resuming their steady stride.

“So you’re also cold?” Joana sneered.

“I never said I wasn’t cold, my love, I simply see no point complaining if it cannot be helped, you see.”

“Pragmatic as ever, dear heart.”

“Oh, you love me for it, really.”

Joana hummed, haphazardly kissing Edith’s cheek, hoping for a fire to warm them both, and a secluded corner for them to hide away in at the faire.

“One day, I will learn to stop taking you anywhere when the weather drops. I have never known someone so capable of complaining for so long.” Edith called to Joana, who made a beline for the bonfire, holding her hands out and sighing at the warmth.

“Warmth at last!” Joana looked to Edith, who was still keeping her distance from the bonfire.

“Are you not cold?”

“Ah…” Edith fell back on her heels, wringing her hands, her cheeks flushed, face sheepish, nervous? Joana thought before it finally clicked.

“You are scared?” she walked away from the fire, holding her arms out to Edith, embracing her.

“I have a small aversion to it at the moment, it should pass soon.”

“I thought it odd that you seemed so fixated on when and how long the fires in your house are lit, though I presumed it was to preserve coal more than anything.” she wasn’t lying when she called Edith pragmatic.

“As I said, it will pass. My capital has burnt before, my own home has burnt before, I shall recover.” Edith, nonetheless, accepted the hug.

“Well,” Joana huffed, feigning exasperation, “I suppose I will have to keep you warm instead, then.”

“Oh the horror!” Joana could feel Edith shake, laughing, her own lips curling into a smile against Edith’s forehead.

“Ice skating?” Joana cried, looking up at Edith from the bench she’d found, a warm cup of coffee in her hands. Edith, her own cup of tea long gone (unsurprisingly) stood before Joana, her thick cloth skirts pinned up for ease, revealing her thick wool stockings and straight leather short boots, two pairs of ice skates held in her gloved hands, “Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

“Certainly not if you insist on refering to the blades as knives, my darling.” Edith chuckled, sitting down next to Joana and handing her a pair, “We don’t have to go until you’ve finished your drink, of course.”

“If I’d have known this,” Joana gestured to the skates, “is what you were leaving me to get, I would have kept you here.”

“Oh, you act as if I’ve done some heinous thing–”

“I cannot ice skate, treasure, I am not built for it.”

Edith snorted, “If you can manage being aboard a ship in storms as bad as I have ever known, you can ice skate.”

“I have never done it before.”

Edith held Joana’s hand, squeezing, “I can teach you.” Joana whined, “Come on, it is great fun, me and Gwen go every year.”

Joana still refused to budge, and so Edith leaned forward, “If you really do not like it, we’ll go home.”

Joana finished the rest of her coffee, “Well, if you insist it’s fun–”

“Excellent!” Edith pulled Joana up and towards the lake-turned-ice rink.

“I swear, if I fall…” Joana huffed.

“If you fall, I will pull you back up, simple as that.” Edith said matter-of-factly, setting them down on another bench to put on their skates. Once they were fastened to their feet, Edith led Joana to the lake, holding her hand the whole time, “And please try not to complain about the cold if you fall–”

Almost to the second of Edith saying this, Joana stepped on the ice and fell on her arse. Despite her layers, she could still feel the cold. Joana looked up to Edith, who was laughing, her grip still on Joana’s arm, yet she was some still standing. Lucky.

“I did mean when we actually, you know, started skating, dear.”

“I did tell you that I have never done so before.”

“Ah!” Edith, sheepish, pulled Joana up, “Sorry, I completely forgot.”

Joana hummed, wrapping her arms around Edith, “You are forgiven, as long as you give me a kiss.”

“My lips are cold and chapped, love.”

“‘S never stopped me before.”

Edith smiled, leaning forward, pecking Joana’s lips. Joana frowned.

“I said a kiss, love.”

“In case you haven’t noitced, we’re in public, dear. There’s only so much friends can get away with before people grow suspicious.”

Joana sighed but relinquished, moving away from their embrace slightly.

“So, what do I do?”

“Just move your feet slightly, try and keep your balance, alright?”

Joana thought at once back to when she had seen a foal try and walk for the first time, gangly legs wobbling and trembling, she thought herself much like a newborn foal, like she was learning to walk all over again, except her feet couldn’t stay firm, couldn’t find any sort of grip, and she felt herself slipping again and she was cold, so cold, colder now that she had fallen, her skirts still damp and her gloves too, and everyone was talking so loudly around her and–

“Joana?!” Edith yelled, her eyebrows raised and knit in concern, “Are you alright? You seemed rather…” she trailed off, her lips pursed and eyes searching Joana’s face. They had come to a complete stop now, other people skating around them. “Let’s go home.”

Joana frowned, “But you wanted…”

Edith pulled them back off the ice, taking Joana over to that same bench, “I don’t if you’re not comfortable.”

Joana said nothing, took off the skates and sat there whilst Edith returned them, a lump in her throat and her chest tight.

“I hope I haven’t upset you.” Joana said, anxious, when Edith returned.

Edith raised a brow, “Upset me? Of course not, I was only worried about you, darling, you looked very, well, overwhelmed, I suppose.”

Joana sat there, hands folded in her lap, looking up at Edith.

“Let’s just head home, alright? I’ll have some tea made for us to help warm you up.”

Joana smiled, pulling Edith towards her and pecking her cheek, confused and weary but content at the thought of finally warming up.

Some notes:

The fire Edith mentions is the great fire of london, 1666

Edith wears short leather boots, which may not be entirely accurate to the time as I have yet to see any mention of it myself but I’m taking liberties here.

This is supposed to be Joana’s first attempt at ice-skating which I mentioned in a previous fic last year which can be found here:

#not a reblog for once #hetalia #writing #engport #nyo engport #nyo portugal #nyo england #owlrolls #this was very fun to write

[bubble-popping]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 1157

Fandom: Dislyte

Relationship(s): Tang Xuan/Li Ling, Lewis & Li Ling

Character(s): Tang Xuan, Li Ling, Lewis, Layla

Tag: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Procedures, Blood and Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Injury Recovery, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Almost Kiss, Pre-Relationship

Summary: When local clinic nurse Tang Xuan was getting ready for his shift, he didn't expect a medical emergency so early in the morning.

And he definitely didn't expect the patient to be so hot.

#this was very fun to write #short and sweet for the sake of my sanity #dislyte #li ling #tang xuan #lixuan #xuanling #dislyte nezha #dislyte sun wukong #bubble writes

[sanguine-arena]

causing a scene. | drabbles #5

desc: Phaeton has decided that he is tired of the Emperors’ media reporters picking at him.

cw: none, though phaeton does say “fuck” a lot in this

wc: 1,314

tags: @elijahrichardwrites , @thetruearchmagos , @aquil-writes , @hottubraccoon , @rsdan , @jezifster , @isherwoodj (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed !)

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  If Phaeton never had a camera shoved in his face again, it would be too soon.

His jaw tightened as he fought harder and harder to keep his words held back, barely managing to keep them as the angry thoughts that they were and nothing more They pulled and tugged on his impulse control like a snarling dog struggling to break free from its leash, and if he hadn’t tightly curled his hands into white knuckled fists, perhaps the leash would’ve snapped right out of his hands and the dogs would’ve run free. The sound of the reporters’ words grated hard on his ears, and he’d rather have heard the sound of ten thousand nails screeching on chalkboards than listen to another moment of the Emperors’ media corps try to tell him how to do his job. He leaned forward, his blue eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd of reporters who all wanted a piece of him right about now.

Phaeton knew they were staring at his hands, not only because of how tightly he’d curled them up, but because he knew they could see the fresh cuts on them. They weren’t small or easy to hide, and he knew that. He knew on top of this that they could almost smell the blood that had dried onto his knuckles, and he knew that their eyes looked them over not unlike a pack of sharks to a bleeding seal. The media had a way for smelling blood and locking onto its trail- Phaeton and anyone else in this league knew that. He smiled to himself at the thought, and the next question of what purpose this league would serve if not to satisfy the media bloodhounds that circled it.

The thought was cut short by the latest idiot to try and talk some sense into him.

“Phaeton- your coach was telling me that, as a skilled player, you are not supposed to drop the gloves because you cannot be risking getting injured, and you did exactly that tonight. You even had to leave the game for a few minutes to get your hands checked out after. Are you not worried about being injured, especially this close to playoffs?”

Phaeton twitched in irritation, attempting to swallow his anger and not quite getting all of it down.

“You saw me come back and finish the game, right?”

“Well, yes, but-” “Then I’m fine. My hands are fine. They’re a little scratched, but they’re fine. I’m not hurt.” The reporter paused for a moment, genuine confusion spreading across his face at the exasperated tone Phaeton took with him.

“Why are you so pissy? I’m just asking you a question.”

“Because,” Phaeton said, his tone not softening any at all. “I’m tired of being asked stupid fucking questions.” “Mr. Demetriou, you can’t say that during media availability-” another voice from the crowd interjected, though he would soon come to regret it.

Phaeton’s hostile gaze snapped over to the source, and he leaned forward as if thinking about getting up from his seat at the table.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” Phaeton grew testier with his words now, his thin frame threatening to shake. He realized right then how tight his chest had gotten from the lack of air he’d been taking in, the breath he took in shaking as soon as it hit his lungs. “Does it look like I fucking care?” The two reporters, along with the other ten or so that were in the room, all looked at each other in shock and disbelief.

“Phaeton, respectfully, how can you sit there and get angry with us for asking questions about your performance after a loss like that?” a third reporter spoke now, the firmness in his voice not phasing Phaeton in the slightest. “A loss like  what? ” Phaeton half got up from his seat, the anger in his voice clearly building. His heart was racing now, his hands shaking with how high everything was escalating. “A loss like what? A loss like 2-1 in the fucking  shootout? ” “A loss is a loss, and you could have-” “Let me guess,  ‘you could have done more’ ? Is that what you’re going to say?” Phaeton retorted with a dismissive laugh, still halfway out of his seat and looking readier and readier to spring out of it. “Get a new fucking line, will you? Or come up here and do my job for me. Spend a day in my shoes. Please, I  beg  you to do it. I’m tired of listening to this  bullshit  every time we lose. I get it enough from my coaches and from management.” “Mr. Demetriou, you are being  incredibly unprofessional. We’re just trying to  help you-” Phaeton laughed directly in the third reporter’s face, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“ I’m  being unprofessional?  You’re  trying to help  me? ” he said, still laughing. He was hardly able to contain it, the sudden swing from anger to amusement jarring the rest of the room. “You guys are fucking awful to me every single chance you get. I’m just giving you what you fucking deserve.” The room was in a tense silence, the shuttering of lenses and the flashing of the cameras that were intently trained on Phaeton being the only thing that filled the room. He knew he was definitely being recorded and he knew the video would be everywhere within the next five minutes, but if he were honest, Phaeton didn’t care. Phaeton didn’t take a long break from his tirade because of it, either, fully standing up from his chair now. He leaned over the table, his mostly full water bottle sitting on it within a hand’s reach. He scanned over the room, briefly, before landing back on the third reporter who’d dared trying to confront him.

“I’m giving you what you fucking deserve tonight. I don’t owe any of you another  second  of my fucking time-” “Yes you do. You are  obligated  to talk to us, it’s in your contract-” “Shut the fuck up!” Phaeton nearly yelled now, his voice coming out as an angry shriek that ripped itself out of him and forced him to lean over the table now. “  Shut the fuck up-  you’re never going to fucking see me in here again if I can help it-” “Yeah, sure, we’ll see you next game when you’re not so pissy-”

Phaeton’s blue eyes instantly saw an intense flash of red, and he could have blacked out right then and there if not for adrenaline continuing to animate his body. He instantly snatched the water bottle that had been waiting idly by, hurling it full force directly at the reporter. He didn’t think twice about it, not even when he saw the water bottle fly directly into the man’s head. He heard the gasps and terrified shriek of the others in the crowd, and he watched as the room descended into chaos. The mob of reporters charged the stage while their colleague recovered from being hit, their grating and obnoxious voices swirling into a cacophony of both outrage and fear at Phaeton’s actions. His head began to spin, his breaths picking up rapidly with the next several moments that passed.

He only made his exit when he felt the urgent tug on his sleeve from the team’s security team, hardly able to turn his gaze away from the chaotic scene starting to form behind them. The two security guards standing by put themselves between him and the angry media mob, who were attempting to break through them in order to get to Phaeton.

The group barely made it through the doors to the hallway that lead to the team’s locker room, and it was the first time in several minutes that Phaeton had managed to take a deep enough breath to start to try and calm himself down.

#drabbles/scraps #writeblr #writeblr drabbles #original writer #original characters #ch: phaeton d. #wip: slaughter season #this was VERY fun to write #phaeton is very fun because of how little impulse control he has #it makes him very fun to write #also love writing mediafic....i will not apologize

[purple-heart-x]

hello i have not yet read any of your stories (although i will, i'm alr in love with the asks i've been seeing about supervillain).

however, i just want to give a quick little prompt -

supervillain- who's your favorite person?:) additionally, watch them be hurt:)

Hi I owe you an apology this has been sitting in my drafts forever--

Anyways, thanks for the ask! Glad you've been enjoying these asks ^^

Since you've not read the story I am going to include Villain/Liam in this answer

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Supervillain hesitates. He doesn't know who his favourite is. Everyone here had treated him with kindness. He truly has five favourite people. "Um... All of them. I can't really choose. They're so nice to me..." He doesn't know how to express the kindness they've given him.

“M-Maybe Yoru (Medic)? He’s been s-so nice to me... He doesn’t make it hurt much. He even gives me pain meds when it gets bad...”

“I thought he’d be the first to leave me under the pipes.”

“Frenzy (Villain) forgave me though... I- I never would’ve expected him to- to spare me, much less forgive.”

“Crimson (Hero3), too... I thought he’d h-hate me after everything, but he- he doesn’t hurt me ever... Sometimes he even helps me move when it hurts...”

His face would drop when he heard the next part.

“No! No, you can’t, please!”

He’d struggle, dragging his broken body up. “They don’t deserve it, please stop!”

He’d be in excruciating pain, but no matter how many times he stumbled, he’d drag himself up, begging you to stop hurting them.

Eventually, he’d be completely exhausted, still trying to drag himself up with his last scraps of energy.

“Please stop,” he’d sob, “I- Please, hurt me instead! Please...”

He’d be losing consciousness, still trying to get to them. “I’m sorry,” he’d groan, “please...”

#this was very fun to write #he'd run himself into the ground trying to stop them from getting hurt #ah sweet guilt #supervillaingoesbrr

[enbeemerang]

Time to suggest something extremely tailored to my tastes that I've slowly and steadily infected you with as well!

Your prompt is...! Rest, for Zommoth.

I give you this!!! I say as if you didn't read it already /lh

#enbee.txt #this was very fun to write #emmet dont look #leifs request spoilers #bug fables spoilers #bug fables