#and the dark one is just basically modern au but you go really ham on the tragic backstory like aftg levels of what the actual fuck

[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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[stoven-harrington]

Where did the time go (during the summer I spent with you)?

Steve Harrington x OC

This happens a year after season 3, so Steve is now 20.

Steve Harrington AU in which Steve is dragged into 2019. With him here in the new modern world, going back to 1986 just might be possible. Time travel, new friends, old friends, with so much at hand, love shouldn’t be on the table. But life doesn’t always go as planned.

Read from the beginning: Part I

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Part III: An interesting first impression     

Warning: slight talk about pain and needles if you want to skip it, just don’t read the 2nd paragraph

When Steve woke up the first time, he almost thought that he had dreamed of seeing the Demogorgon. Well, more like a nightmare. I mean, who even dreams of seeing that ugly thing in a dream? Not Steve, he’ll tell you that. But what totally threw him off was seeing a girl straddling his hips with her back to him {A/N:(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}. It was a pleasant sight, don’t get him wrong, weird but pleasant.  How did he even end up on this situation?

He could feel her shift as she bent over towards his legs and he wonders what she’s doing. He was gonna ask but before he could open his mouth, he felt the rushing pain and having something prick him. Felt like something moving under his skin and being yanked out. Steve was now being fucked by a mistress called Misery. He let his mouth fall open but nothing came out, his silent scream filling his head with pain. If he had to compare it to anything, it was like being a doll whose being stitched up and he’d be the first to tell you that is was not a fun time. He would’ve screamed aloud but he slipped out of consciousness from the pain.

The second time he awoke, he sat up quickly, regretting doing that as he rushed to grab a trash can and throw up from the dizziness. It wasn’t until after he hurled up his late dinner that he finally noticed his clothes or lack thereof. His jacket and shirt were replaced with a navy-blue tank top. He wouldn’t have minded too much but his jeans were gone, he was pants-less!! Instead, he saw some sort of underwear between a mix of boxers and briefs*? But where in the hell was he? He tried to walk around to search this strange room but stopped short as pain shot up his leg. His left knee gave out and fell on his right knee, hissing at the burning heat coming from his left leg. He glanced back at his leg to see a freshly sown stitch on the side of his calf.

“Careful. You shouldn’t even be walking around, you goof,” a girl said, rushing over to him and trying to help him up. He shot her a puzzled look by her casual tone as he let her guide him back to bed. Just who was she? She had to just move into Hawkins because he would’ve remembered her: tan skin, beautiful eyes and-gah! Not the time!

“Where am I,” he asked instead, unsure what to do with himself as she laid him back down and sat next to him. He couldn’t help pull the sheets over his body since he felt exposed. I mean, the only (recent *cough cough*) time Steve was in his underwear in front of a girl was Nancy and they had sex. He couldn’t help the blush that crept up his face while she seemed unfazed by his choice of clothes. He felt like the roles were reversed: he was the shy princess and she the knight in shining armor. That thought only made him blush even more. He was acting worse than a 10 year old girl.

“Where am I,” he repeated, keeping his tone even despite the redness of his cheeks. She seemed nice but she was still a stranger. Who knows what she could do to him. She sighs as she touches his leg over the cover, running her fingers over his calf until she felt the stitch and stared at the spot, as if she could see it under the sheet. His nerves shot up from the touch but she blinked and yanked her hand away, as if realizing what she was doing.

“Sorry, that was weird, it's just...I found you outside with a cut on your head and a large gash on your leg. I had to stitch it up before it got any worse. You also may have a slight concussion but we won’t know until I get my friend to look at you later,” she explained. Her eyebrows furrowed as she leans closer to him, placing a gentle hand on the side of his temple, “The bleeding stopped in both areas, that's good.” There were so many things he wanted to ask her but there was something that nagged at him.

“Hey, how are you not freaked out about my cut or wound or whatever?” She flashes him a grin while pulling away, pushing the sleeves of her hoodie up.

“When I was younger, I often hurt myself, by accident, and received a bunch of cuts and bruises. I was a bit clumsy. One time, I got a pretty nasty cut from falling out a tree. They said I fell 15 feet and I only climbed halfway up the tree. I didn’t break any bones, which was a miracle in itself, but that cut was pretty deep, close to my artery. My aunt, who owns this house, is a nurse and was able to fix me up. I ended up needing stitches and she did them herself.” She stopped and showed him her left arm, the scar from her elbow to a bit past mid-forearm visible for him to see as she continued, "After a very angry doctor’s visit, I asked my aunt to teach me how to patch myself up if something like that ever happened again.” He felt compelled to touch her scar but hesitated. She nodded, allowing him to run his fingers over the scar:it was bumpy, a dark pinkish color that protruded out ever so slightly. He was also curious to what happened next.

“And?” She rolled her eyes, pulling down the hoodie's sleeve to hide the scar.

“She said no since I was 7 at the time but gave me tips as a patient on what to do for different situations until I received help. It wasn’t until I was 16 that she started teaching me some medical training or something along that line.” She smiles at that, as if its a fond memory of something pleasant. Steve was kinda shocked at how nonchalant she told the story, like she was talking about the weather and not almost dying falling off a tree. She sighs. "That was my very first scar. But anyways, since I patched you up, you think you can tell me your name?" Steve didn't realized she asked him something, still reeling from the story she told. "Heeeellloooo?" He finally snaps back to the present.

"Huh?" She chuckles a bit.

"Your name, dude. What's your name?" He couldn't figure her out. She let a stranger in her home and patched him up.

"Steve....Harrington." She nods, as if approving his name.

"Well Steve Harrington, my name is Rene Nakai. Now that that's outta the way, do you know what happened to you?"

Running his hand over the bandage on his head, he starts to think back. He remembers everything but he can’t really tell her that, she’d think he’s crazy. Hell, he would think he’s crazy too if he hadn’t dealt with these things before.

“I was at the lake in the forest and then a demo-a demon bear, a bear came outta nowhere, clawed me and I got up and ran for my life, I tripped on a rock coming to your house for help and then I remember falling then nothing,” he rambles, wondering if she’d buy it. I mean, she had to, right? She sighs and grabs his hand, holding it as she politely smiles. Somehow the casual aura she gave off suddenly turned cold but the smile never left her face. It was like a switch turned off and he could feel his forehead start to sweat.

“Listen here, Stevie boi, unless there’s a species of bear that is slimy and doesn’t really have a face, you better start talking.”  He had to admit that he was impressed. For having someone bleeding all over, stitching them up and having seen the Demogorgon, she was taking this pretty well in Steve’s standard. Well, not like it was hard to beat him since he freaked out when he was helping Jonathan and Nancy with the Demogorgon the first time. He still had to convince her that she saw nothing so she wouldn’t go telling the world about monsters. The government would be on her in a heartbeat. But this was gonna be hard.

He laughs nervously as he pulls back his hand and finds the lamp next to them fascinating. Dammit, why did he have to start laughing like that? Now she’ll know that he’s hiding something. Why was she even making him nervous, she was just a girl, an attractive girl who basically saved his life but a girl nonetheless*. There was nothing to be nervous about, he was just gonna lie to her face. Were girls in Hawkins always this pretty? She definitely had to be the first he’s seen that dye their hair that color. Ugh, focus! He knew he was gonna talk through his ass but he had to stick with it.

“No, really, it was a bear.” She smiles teasingly, inching ever so close to his face until he pulled back and hit the headboard. He couldn’t handle her face up close to his and staring into her hazel green eyes only threw him into a jumbled mess. His heart rate spiked up as he waited for her to speak. What was she gonna say to him? A few seconds ago, she looked like she didn't have a care in the world. Seriously, how could a girl be so pretty and threatening at the same time? He didn't know if he was scared or a bit turned on.

“No really, that’s bullshit and you know it. Do you know how lucky you are that I found you before it did? Oh, and it just so happens that I had tools to fix you up or you’d have to explain this to the hospital and police.” He shrunk with every word she said. She was right. He was damn lucky that she just happened to find him. With Hopper gone, who else would get him out of this? Oh my god-

“Dustin!”

"Dustin?" She looked so confused but he ignored at the moment. He looked around until he remembered that he didn’t have anything with him. She started to wave her hand in his face when he turned to face her again.

“Hello, Earth to Steve? You in there?” He puts both hands on her shoulders, a panicked look in his eyes as he asks,

“Do you have a ham radio or walkie talkie I can use to reach my friends?” She just stares at him. He tries to get up, ready to look for a radio but she pushes him back down.

“Woah woah woah there, calm yourself. You can’t be walking around yet.” He can’t help the frustration in his voice when he looks at her,

“I need a ham radio to reach my friends. It’s the only way to reach them.” She looked at him and Steve knew that look: it was the ‘what-are-you-talking-about’ look. They ended up wrestling as she tried to keep him in bed and Steve was trying to get out of the bed. What could be confusing for her? Using a ham radio or a walkie talkie isn’t the weirdest way to reach people….right? Anyways, he had to reach his friends, had to warn them about the monster, even if he had to run to them without pants and a busted leg.

“Ham radio? What are we, in the 80s? No, I’m pretty sure we don’t have a ham radio in the house. Now stop struggling and lay down.” With that, he suddenly stopped moving, surprising her and accidentally falling on top of him. He didn’t care that she was on him, her words kept echoing in his head. What are we, in the 80s? In the 80s? 80s? She gets up, opening her mouth as she glares at him but Steve cuts her off.

“What did you just say,” he asks, still unbelieving what she just said. Her anger turned into a mixture of curiosity and annoyance as she tilted her head to the side.

“What? We have no ham radio?” He shakes his head, waving his hands as a way to say no.

“No no no no no no no, before that.” She shakes her head in confusion.

“’What are we, in the 80s?’?” He points at her.

“That. What do you mean, are we not in the 80s?” Her face goes deadpan, silence filling the air for half a second.

“Dude, it’s 2019, where have you’ve been?” 2019?

“Ah fuck.”

*mixture of boxer and briefs?= there was no such thing as boxer briefs in the 80s, they were invented in the 90s. Another thing too is that the 80s is when they started dying hair crazy colors. I've been doing research on the 80s a bit for this story :)

*a girl nonetheless= Steve is tryna to not admit his feelings by downplaying it. He's not being a dick its just baby boi doesn't know how to go about his feelings towards Rene. I just wanna clear that up in case someone gets the wrong idea

[superjennysunshine]

ABC’s of your OC’s

a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy! 

Waffles’ taking the stadnd on this one.

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Hitting things with a hammer.

2. what activities have they participated in?

None to my knowledge.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

The ability to talk to a pretty lady without shaking.

4. what things are they bad at?

She’s not a smooth talker, let’s just leave it at that.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

As soon as she gets one, doing a kickflip on a skateboard.

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color?

Dark brown.

2. what is their eye color?

Orange/Yellow.

3. how tall are they?

3ft 5 inch.

4. how old are they?

19.

5. how much do they weigh?

I’m too stupid to come up with an exact number but she is a really buff goblin so do with that what you will.

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair?

Feet on the seat with legs spread and arms resting on her knees. 

2. in what position do they sleep?

She says she sleeps all spread out in every direction but she curls up into a tiny ball.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Fishing.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Waffles, her grandfather used to make them for her all the time and  she loved them so much they became her name sake.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

No one. Not since her Grandfather and even he had a hard time doing it.

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

First of all a front door mat that says “Welcome Y’all”, and a lot of country things like train lamps and old paintings that she has no idea what they're about, cup holders that have a map of the world on them (thanks for this suggestion dad lol), in the kitchen a lot of things relating to fruit, like fruit plates, and cups, and little hand towels with fruit on them. Y’know southern trailer park “we like to pretend this house is connected to the ground” type decoration.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

She has 18 children in cannon so who knows pal. Does a bed and a hug count as decoration?

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Anything she got from her adventures probably but that’s about it.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

In canon she wears a hide tank with a skirt/shorts and foot and hand wraps, but i made a modern AU version of her that wears an human sized DragonBallZ t shirt and it looks kinda like a dress in an odd way and it’s so cute and hilarious.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

HAHAHAAAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

fuck no.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

maybe like ten trillion percent.. Waffle doesn’t really hide who she is.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Is it a city persons norm? Or a swamp Urchins norm? depends on who you’re asking. 

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

She does her own thing mostly.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

No but she loves to dab. 

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

She wears her personality on her sleeve. She’s too go ham to not be foward about anything.

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun?

Run around in the woods and get hurt doing stupid shit, that’s her brand of fun right there.

2. what is their ideal party?

Getting high, eating funyuns, drinking Yoohoo and playing DDR with her friends IN THAT ORDER.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Kringo has a Pillow fort.

End of discussion.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Maybe? her source of joy doesn’t necessarily come from doing illegal things but apparently it’s bad to beat the shit out of bad people in someplaces and she does think giving villains their just desserts is fun so.

5. do they go out a lot?

Side? Yes. Partying? No. Theres a lot of pretty ladies in clubs and it makes the poor girl shake. I only said she could talk to one girl and not shake remember?

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Waffle has the cutest eyes you’ve ever goddamn seen.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

She’s funny apparently, that’s pretty attractive.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

She’s always down to hang and she’ll take a nuke for you after being her friend for about 7 seconds.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

She tends to feel inadequate intellectually with some of her peers, it bothers her more than she lets on.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

Despite lacking intelligence she isn’t envious of people who have it, she’s more jealous of people who are smooth talkers because it would be easier to net a girlfriend that way.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Warm, she likes being toasty.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter, when it’s cold outside it makes a warm room all the more comfy.

3. do they like the snow?

She’s actually never seen snow but she’d love it.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Fishing or taking a swim.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Camping!

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality?

Waffle is good ol disaster lesbian.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

No.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Her Mother and Father hate her and everything else so no. But her Grandpa loved everyone which is a trait that carried into her adulthood.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

If she lived with her parents she probably wouldn’t have at all, but she would tell her grandpa no problem.

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy?

Having fun, and seeing her friends be happy. 

2. who makes them happy?

Any of her friends can make her happy. 

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

Edge of Seventeen makes her feel badass.

4. are they happy often?

90% of the time yes.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Going fishing with a friend.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

No.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

If it’s to bad people, all the time.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

No one specific just the worst person she could think of in that moment.

4. who would miss them if they died?

I assume her friends.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Her mom and dad wouldn’t be happy they probably just wouldn’t care.

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit?

Watermelon.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Pineapple.

3. are there any foods they hate?

Pineapple again. It’s just too much for the poor girl to handle.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

She has a nut allergy. 

5. what is their favorite food?

Waffles, especially with strawberries on top.

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son?

She would just want a child, she has no preference.

2. how many children do they want?

As many as she can care for before crumbling to dust.

3. would they be a good parent?

The. FUCKING. BEST.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Her process when naming her children would be to wait till they can speak and cook loads of food and let the child pick their favorite (and by that i mean her wife would NOT let her name them lol).

5. would they adopt?

She has too, and would love to.

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do?

hurt an innocent person.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

Sing Karaoke.

  3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Actually be evil. How is it even possible when being nice is so fun.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

we’ll find out on the next episode of Cafe Gio: Waterdeep is so fucked

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Not yet, but they will eventually.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic. 

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

I mean she tries to be pretty optimistic no matter what.

3. are they good at giving advice?

GOD NO. WAFFLES AN IDIOT.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Joe’s inspired her a couple of times and she’s really appreciated it.

5. were they always optimistic?

Yes.

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

She’s very nice and welcoming to most.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

She’s a damn idiot that girl. She’s like a bull that sees red all that time.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Jeff I’m sending this to you so you tell me.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

I feel like some people would be jealous of being able to look on the bright side all the time.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Waffle knows she’s a disaster lesbian and fucking despises it (the disaster part obviously)

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help?

No.

2. do they ask questions in class?

A better question would be does she ever stop asking questions in class.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

yes, but with a blush.

4. do they ask weird questions?

Unintentionally yes.

5. are they curious?

God yes.

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules?

Almost never.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Stricter than you think but still pretty laid back. She’d be fine with letting her kids go and get into trouble but would definitely keep an eye to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

She just recently got detained. But when the pretty captain lady showed up those cuffs got a little warmer IFYAKNOWWHATIMSAYIN.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

No, she will eventually, but not right now.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

If at any point someone stops helping someone else because of a rule? Yes.

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart?

More like Swamp Smart.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Hell yeah. 

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

One time. two thousand more to go.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

She got daggers thrown at her, that wasn’t particularly her best day.

5. are they cautious when out?

Caution is not a part of Waffles vocabulary.

T: Truth 1. are they honest?

Yes. Dangerously some would say.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

No, she’s naturally inclined to believe people mostly anyway.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

Yeah... Poor Waffle, the little girl can’t even lie right.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Not yet.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No.

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied?

Yes. Her parents were absolute bastards to her.

2. have they bullied anyone?

If she did i would hop universes and smack the soul out of her.

Also no she’s not an asshole.

3 have they been physically attacked by a bully?

HA , if they wanted to lose their fucking arm.

4. have they ever been doubted?

Probably. 

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

Not to my knowledge.

also probably wont we’ll just nip that expectation in the bud.

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often?

No.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Yes. She doesn’t know why.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

If you enjoy rabbit soup and warm hugs than yes.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

A warm blanket, warm food, If she lives in the modern AU maybe a nice movie.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

When she’s nervous she stutters.

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water?

Yes.

2. have they learned to swim?

She could place gold in laps if she wasn’t 3 feet tall.

3. do they like to swim?

Yes!

4. can they dive?

CANNONBALLS ONLY!

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Yes.

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Southern Rock.

2. do they have a favorite song?

Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

She thinks Stevie Nicks is an actual witch, and she thinks that’s fucking DOPE.

4. can they sing well?

God no.

5. can they rap?

God do i wish.

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them?

20 (it feels like i’ll never not be 20 and im sure that’s a good thing for people that don’t feel like fucking dust like i do).

2. what inspired you to create them?

I found the art of her and the idea just snowballed from there.

3. were they different when they were first created?

She had a canon sister in the very early days called Pushdaisy who i might still make but they wont be sisters.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

Yes, were similar in our eloquence and intelligence so when I’m writing i just have to ask myself what a braver me would do.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

I don’t have one, i love Waffle so much and she means so much to me as a character.

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal?

Pig.

2. do they like animals?

Yes!

3. cats or dogs?

Dogs, they got those floppy ears!

4. what’s their dream pet?

An actual whole ass Land Shark, I am not joking. 

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

A pig named chicken but it’s not with her.

[suspiciousgay]

so do you have any character headcanons?? like for different aus or something?

i actually have a whole lot but umlemme just put like thomas and laurenswe’ll see how much room i have 0.0

modern au john:

~ has like seven 80s chokers and wears one specific color/charm for each day of the week~ listens to a whole lot of music, ranging from kpop to lady gaga to musicals~ is a complete slut for cute/baby animals~ has these big “hipster” glasses but usually wears contacts~ beanies, beanies, BEANIES~ wears oversized sweaters almost all the time, and they usually slip off his freckled shoulders and then ham usually has to come along and cover up the strong shoulder game bc “you’re distracting everyone, do you WANT to get harassed??”~ short shorts are BAE for this one~ is actually a successful cover artist on youtube, and his most viewed covers are bad romance perfect illusion, both by lady gaga, try everything by shakira and feel the light by jennifer lopez ~ can play piano, drums, flute and acoustic guitar~ once was dared in truth or dare to start an argument about the dumbest thing he could think of with ham and then make up about something even dumber and eventually it got to a point where ham yelled, “oh, fuck you, john!” and not even thinking, john replied, “i have been wanting you to for years, alexander!” and it was so awkward and john was a literal freckled tomato but they didn’t stop and when they made up it’s bc ham said “joke’s on you, i got that ring from a kid’s meal!” and john just froze and looked at him all hopeful like “you bought a kid’s meal…?” and then they did the typical fake make out and everyone applauded them~ dared jefferson to kiss the prettiest girl in the room during the same game, and he said “notice how i charitably said ‘girl’ and not 'person’ because, let’s face it, if smoke all you bitches”~ is GAY but when isn’t he~ is actually great at doing his own and others’ makeup~ has a pet turtle, sphinx kitten, parakeet, snake, shiba inu puppy AND one year old siberian husky~ biggest potterhead he knows~ often gets into fake wizard duels with lafayette and peggy~ did i mention he can fucking crochet~ once had all his friends take a gary potter quiz about which house they’d be in and based off the results stayed up for days, only sleeping once or twice, making scarves for everybody for what house they’d be in~ has scarves for the four houses himself and wears them even during the summer bc why the hell not~ the last thought that runs through his head before making any decisions is “eh, fuck it.. if it fails… well let’s not dwell on that”~ “i will throw you across the room”

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modern au jefferson:

~ calls every one of his friends “sweetie” for some reason~ casually watches home, then angry birds, then home, then angry birds, then home–~ is a slut for disney ~ keeps flirting with johnny boooiiiiiiiiiiiii for hamilton (“hey, john, just look at that fine piece of ass, go grab it!” pushes john toward hamilton)~ gets sick a lot bc he spends too much time with madison but oh well that’s what boyfriends do~ once climbed a tree during a game of hide and seek and fell out and crushed the seeker~ is a slytherin ~ is fluent in french, italian and german~ great at painting/drawing scenery~ kinda sketches madison for “practice”~ can actually cook very well but all he fucking makes is macaroni anD CHEESE~ awkward boi ~ cheesy as all hell~ is a dance teacher, as in he teaches people to dance to certain popular songs and he is gREAT~ had some students who became teachers bc they loved dancing and him and they always get the job considering he’s basically the manager~ can’t spell for shit on his phone bc tiny ass phones are hard to type on but he can’t afford a bigger one bc nobody pays him but hey it’s whatever, james is the one with the paying job and he gets paid a lot so we’re all goooooood fam~ can play practically any string instrument you put in front of him~ also piano~ and french horn~ loves just playing songs like dance in the dark by rihanna or red balloon by charli xcx really loud when he’s home alone so he can just dance around while doing stuff~ CATS CATS CATS~ actually has like six cats even though he’s allergic~ keeps flirting with alex for john (“hey, alex, some nice hands you got, they’d look even better on john’s ass!” pushes alex in john’s direction)~ actually loves cheese~ actually has a lot of star wars, harry potter, and really any broadway play/musical mercy in his room~ casually runs around the neighborhood at six in the morning while it’s pouring down rain~ actually one of those lil tree things with mini solar panels that dance when placed out in the sun but shshshhh don’t tell anyone

ok that’ll do