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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 years

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Late Summer Moon

Summary: After everything that happened with Vecna Eddie has trouble sleeping. Unless Steve is around. He sleeps pretty well when Steve is around. It takes a little courage for Steve to talk about it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fear of homophobic reactions - no actual homophobic reactions. denial of feelings a little bit tho. angst with a happy ending!

Word Count: 8,002

Ao3

He didn’t know when it started.

Okay that was a lie.

He knew exactly when it started. Could tell you the fucking month. The day. And even the fucking time. Down to the goddamn minute, thanks to the clock in Nancy’s car. He knew exactly when all this started. When he’d really begun to fall hard for Eddie Fucking Munson of all people.

It was a Saturday. Nancy was giving Steve, Robin, Eddie, and a few of the kids a ride. They’d gone to the movies, the kids had gone to see some sci-fi flick, Steve and the others had gone to see some new horror movie. That had been a mistake on multiple levels, for all of them, given all they’d been through. Eddie left first. His hands shaking as he excused himself and squeezed past Steve in the dark. Steve had followed him almost immediately, giving Robin and Nancy one small glance before ducking out after him. The girls weren’t far behind.

Eddie had gone into the bathroom. Steve had made sure he was okay, and then waited outside. They’d all shuffled to the arcade after Eddie emerged, bright smile on his face like nothing had happened, leading them all back into their charade of normalcy. They waited for the kids’ movie to end and then piled back into the car. Nancy took the back way, the empty country roads warm and calming in the warm air. Summer was coming. Steve could feel it in the breeze that shook the leave in the trees.

Everything was quiet, some top 10 pop song playing low on the radio as Nancy drove, and then Steve felt it. Eddie was sitting next to him, his presence warm, and if Steve was being honest with himself, overbearing at first. But he’d been keeping his distance. Always keeping at least an inch of space between himself and Steve, no matter how close he pressed into Steve’s space, there was always that last inch. Except Nancy had hit a bump, not a large one, it barley shook the car. But it did so enough to jostle Eddie, and he was now pressed to Steve’s side. Steve swallowed, hard, and glanced to his left.

Eddie’s head was drooped down, his chin pressed against his chest, his hair falling like curtains around his face. Steve leaned forward, not even a fraction of an inch, and Nancy turned a little too sharply, jostling them all again, Eddie stirred, minutely, and readjusted himself. His head landing gently on Steve’s shoulder as he sank down in his seat.

Steve swallowed hard again, Eddie’s hair was tickling his neck now. And he knew he could move. Knew he could move his shoulder or gently lift Eddie off him and move his head to rest against the window. But that might wake him. And he’d looked so fucking tired these days. The dark circles under his eyes waxing and waning like moon as he slept or didn’t. And Steve refused to acknowledge that he’d noticed that at all. So he took a deep breath, moved his eyes forward, and sat very still. Keeping his eyes forward, his fingers curling into his jeans on his thigh as Eddie snuggled closer in his sleep, his warm cheek moving against Steve’s shoulder as he made some small sound. Steve’s eyes locked on the radio as he willed no one to look at him and Eddie. Willed them all not to notice.

4:46pm. Saturday.

June 5th.

If anyone was counting.

Steve swallowed around the lump in his throat, closed his eyes for a moment, and then glanced up into the rearview mirror, his eyes met Robin’s in the reflection and his heart jumped in his chest. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t move. She was uncharacteristically quiet as she looked at Steve, letting Eddie sleep on him. And then she smiled. It was a small thing. Full of understanding, and a promise. The secret Steve had been keeping for her, she smiled and promised to keep the same secret for him. He smiled back, and then looked away. His cheeks feeling warm in the late spring air.

~*~

It keeps happening. Everything is normal. They’ll just be hanging out. And then Eddie falls asleep.

On Steve.

Always. On Steve.

Robin was the first to notice of course. She said nothing. Nancy noticed too. But also said nothing, just gave Steve a gentle questioning look, Steve did his best to shrug without bumping Eddie and waking him. She left it at that, much too preoccupied with Robin to care much. Steve had seen the way they’d been looking at each other lately. He was happy. For both of them. If it led to something. He didn’t want to pry. But he did know that Nancy and Jonathan had ended things. The distance and the lies just too much to take any longer. Steve had made sure Nance was okay and then not mentioned it again. She’d come to him if she needed to.

Max noticed after that. Girls were so fucking observant, Steve wasn’t sure he liked it or not. She’d walked into the room to grab a bag of chips, their weekly hangouts always full of snacks and drinks and junk, just absolute junk. She’d taken two steps and stopped, looking at Steve and Eddie sat on the couch, Eddie drooped against his side, fast asleep, head lolled softly onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve’s stomach had flipped, he liked the girl, he just, wasn’t sure, about this. About him and Eddie. And fucks SAKE, when had it become “him and Eddie”?

She took one hesitant step forward and then kept moving, grabbing a bag of chips, cringing when it crinkled loudly and Eddie jerked away from Steve, his hands moving to his eyes and rubbing. She’d mouthed a “sorry” at Steve and then disappeared again.

“What happened?” Eddie slurred, blinking his eyes slowly at Steve. Steve looked at him for a long time, there was a big red circle on his cheek from where it had been pressed against Steve’s shoulder, his fingers twitches against the couch with the urge to reach out and touch it.

“Max. Needed chips.” Steve explained, nodding toward the table full of snacks in front of them. Eddie’s eyes moved to it slowly, still sleep heavy. He nodded, and then kept nodding, his eyes staying away from Steve, which was out of character. He was never one to shy away from eye contact, it often made Steve uncomfortable, he was never sure just how much of him Eddie was seeing when he looked at him like that.

Steve jumped when Eddie slapped his hands down on his own thighs and stood up suddenly. Steve’s eyes following Eddie as he took a few steps away.

“Where are you going?” It’s out f his mouth before he can stop it. And he tries to pretend it didn’t sound needy. But it’s hard to pretend anything of the sort when Eddie Munson is giving him that fucking smirk.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll be right back.” He winks, takes a few more steps and then turns again.

“You wanna beer? They should be cold by now.” Eddie asks, in lieu of an explanation for his leaving. But also telling Steve that he truly will be right back, in case he was genuinely worried. He wipes his palms on his knees and nods. Eddie nods back, a smile dimpling his cheeks before he turns and bounces into the kitchen.

“What about us Munson?” Robin calls after him.

“Yeah yeah Buckley, hold your horses!” he calls back. They’d somehow gotten into the habit of only using each other’s last names. Steve thought maybe it was a band joke that he and Nancy weren’t privy too. It didn’t matter either way, it always made him smile. Nancy too.

Eddie bounds back into the room, four beers held snug against his chest. He stops in front of Robin and Nancy and bows, holding out a beer to Robin.

“For you, oh impatient one.” He says, a heavy accent tinting his voice.

“For me? You shouldn’t have, good sir.” Robin responds, playing along, taking the beer with a smile. Eddie looks up at her, still bowed deeply before her and Nancy.

“It seemed to me I had no choice, my liege.” He draws sarcastically, Steve isn’t sure what that accent is, but he is sure his throat is feeling quite tight.

“You have exceptional judgment, for a fool. Carry on.” Robin dismisses him with a wave of her hand. He bows lower, his hair nearly touching the floor, before he straightens up, beaming as he turns to Nancy.

“There ya go Nance.” He says, easy, accent gone as fast as it had come.

“Thanks.” She says, smiling at Robin as she laughs at their antics. Eddie throws himself back onto the couch, leaning close to Steve, before holding out the beer he’d brought him, nodding at Steve, that goofy smile still on his face.

“For you.” He says quietly, pressing his lips together. Steve nods, says nothing, isn’t sure what his voice would sound like if he said something right now.

He still wasn’t used to Eddie’s antics, his way of going all in when he was playing up a bit. He was 100% a theater kid, like Robin, and Steve just… wasn’t equipped to deal with that most of the time. So he stays silent, reaches for the beer, his fingers brushing Eddie’s knuckles as he takes it, the rings on his fingers are warm, and Steve bites his lip to stave off the shiver that threatens to run through him at the feel of Eddie’s skin moving across his own.

Eddie doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he’s just being kind. Though Steve had never known him to pass up a chance to tease him. So maybe Steve was just… making a fool of himself inside his head. His mind racing about every little thing, while Eddie seemed completely unphased by him, almost all of the time. He glanced to his left and watched Eddie take swig of his beer, his eyes moving down to Eddie’s neck as a stray drop moves down his throat before he can wipe it away. Steve blinks dumbly and forces himself to look away, to look back to the tv that had, apparently, been playing reruns of some show this whole time. He hadn’t noticed.

He was in trouble.

~*~

Dustin is the last to figure it out. Or at least, the last to witness it. He was a smart kid, Steve was sure he knew something was up. Even if he never mentioned it.

They had regular game nights at Eddie’s. He and Dustin. They’d been trying to teach Steve how to play DnD. It hadn’t been going well. Steve could see the appeal. He could see why Dustin loved it. And he could see why he’d been so captivated with Eddie after being taken under his wing and into the Hellfire Club. Eddie went all out, always. Even on the short little one shots they’d been playing each night to get Steve into it. But he just, didn’t get it. Not the way they did. He could play along, and could keep up. But he just, didn’t engage.

After almost a week of struggling to get involved, and he’d tried, he really had, both of them looking at him encouragingly each night hadn’t helped. He wanted to be good at it, to love it the way they did. He just, preferred to not be involved. So they let him go. Released him from the game as they kept playing for a few more nights. And Steve was glad. Because now he could watch, he could watch them both be huge dorks, and let that warmth in his chest spread.

He watched as Dustin solved riddles, and puzzles, and mazes, all designed by Eddie. Watched him fight battles, and take back kingdoms. And knew he loved this kid. Knew he’d protect him with everything had. He was the little brother Steve never had, and he was so goddamn glad to have him. And he had Eddie too, in a way. At least, he seemed too. Or hoped maybe. He wasn’t really sure. Had been trying not to think about it. Trying to keep those feelings, if that’s they were, at bay.

They’d merged into movie nights fairly soon after the week-long campaign. Old movies, new movies, movies they’d all seen a thousand times. Or movies they’d never even heard of that Eddie absolutely loved, and considered a travesty that they’d been deprived of. Movie night quickly became sleepovers as summer rolled over Hawkins. Eddie’s trailer stayed surprisingly cool despite the heat outside. So he and Dustin camped out there more often than not.

And it was one of those nights that Dustin saw. Steve nearly watched him watch it happen. And he knew it was happening. He could always tell now. Could feel the signs of Eddie drifting. And he let it happen. Every single time. Because those circles under Eddie’s eyes had still not gone away. They’d been waxing again lately, as the moon waned outside in the sky. And Steve knew it had to be nightmares. But he wouldn’t press. He wouldn’t pry.

He wanted to, he wanted so badly to ask Eddie about his sleep. If he was getting any. Which he doubted. Wanted to tell him that it was okay to talk about it, if he wanted, that he’d listen. But he could never muster up the courage. So he sat, he sat next to Eddie and he listened, and he waited, and he let him fall asleep. And this time, he let Dustin see it.

He felt Eddie’s arm press to his first, felt the tell sign of Eddie jerking upright, trying to stay awake. Once. Twice. Three times. And then his shoulder was heavy against Steve, and Steve lowered himself deeper into the couch, Eddie falling slowly into him, his head sagging onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve moving his shoulder just so, so that Eddie’s head could rest comfortably there. He looked down, at Eddie’s hair, falling over his face, and then looked up, away from Eddie, to see Dustin staring at them.

He was sitting across the room in a chair at Eddie’s game table. Steve said nothing, just watched Dustin as he looked at them. He watched them for a long time, his eyes moving over them like he was trying to solve one of Eddie’s puzzles. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then closed it. He turned back to whatever it was that he’d been working on while they watched some old Bella Lugosi movie.

Steve’s heart was pounding. His brow furrowed at Dustin, who still said nothing. Just scribbled away at the paper on the table. Steve’s palms began to sweat. Had he fucked up? He didn’t think he had. He knew Dustin. He thought. But now, sitting here, Eddie’s face pressing into his shoulder as he finally gets some rest, Dustin saying nothing. He wasn’t so sure.

He hears Dustin rip a page out his notebook. The sound rips him out of the foggy panic forming in his mind and his eyes dart to the boy in the corner. Dustin smiles at him, and holds the paper up. Steve reads it and feels relief wash over him.

‘It’s good to see him sleeping. I’ve been worried. Thank you. For helping him.’

Steve reads the paper. Reads it again. Moves his eyes to Dustin and nods. Dustin nods back, his eyes linger for a moment, sweeping over the two of them, making Steve feel self-conscious, which is ridiculous, the guy is just sleeping on him. There’s nothing wrong with that. And then Dustin is drawing again, probably creating some absolute horror for their next campaign. Steve watches him for a while, smiles once or twice when Dustin’s brow furrows and he erases something, his tongue sticking out, determined.

Steve moves his eyes back to the tv, and then lets them go where they really want to be. To Eddie. He watches him sleep. His chest rising and falling. Watches the way his fingers twitch, always moving, even in his sleep. He takes a deep breath and lets himself relax a bit more, sinking further next to Eddie. Eddie presses closer, his forehead moving into Steve’s neck as he settles back into semi stillness. Steve shivers and moves his eyes back to the tv, his own fingers twitching now, with longing. He breathes deeply once more and lets his eyes fall closed.

~*~

It's different when they’re alone. Eddie’s different. Not… different different, just… quieter. Like he isn’t putting on a show all the time. And Steve is half sure that it’s because he’s fucking exhausted. He’s just, too fucking tired to be his usual weird self. And Steve hates it, he misses that weird kid who used to stand on lunch tables and act out battles in the yard with Dustin. But he gets it. All the shit they go through, it changes you. He’s changed, so much, since all this started. He just wishes Eddie would let him help.

Steve is at Eddie’s more often than not these days. Dustin or no Dustin, Steve is there. They don’t really talk much, Steve has been doing most of the talking, and he thinks he can see in Eddie’s eyes that he’s grateful for it. But Steve, doesn’t really know what to say, most of the time. So he sits next to Eddie. And they watch tv, and they laugh at the occasional dumb joke that the other makes, and Steve waits for him to fall asleep.

The first time Eddie screams himself awake Steve nearly punches him. Startled awake by the screams his body is instantly ready for a fight. And then he’s awake, and he sees Eddie thrashing on the couch next to him, screams ripping out of his throat.

“Eddie!” Steve yells, his hands instantly pulling Eddie close, holding his arms at his side so he doesn’t hurt himself.

“No! No please!!!” Eddie is begging, his voice a high pitched screech as his hands claw at Steve’s arms and legs, pushing him away and pulling him closer in a strange tangle of limbs.

“Eddie! Eddie WAKE UP!” Steve shakes him this time, hard.

“No no no! Please don’t! Please I-“

“EDDIE!” Steve is screaming now, his heart racing.

“I can’t!!! I can’t take-“ his voice his softer now, just a whimper in the air between them. Steve pulls him closer, knows he’s holding him too tightly, knows his fingers will probably leave bruises on Eddie’s skin.

“Hey. You’re safe now. Wake up!” he doesn’t shout, just uses a little more force in his voice than normal and Eddie’s eyes snap open. He jerks in Steve’s arms and he eases his grip, lets Eddie get his wits about him. He looks around the trailer, his head twitching this way and that, and then his frantic eyes settle on Steve. Tears fall down his cheek almost at once, Steve has him in his arms before they hit his shirt.

“Shh hey it’s okay. You’re okay.” He sooths, his hand moving over Eddie’s back as Eddie clutches at Steve, his fingers clawing into Steve’s shoulders roughly as he tries to pull him closer, sobs tearing themselves out of him as Steve holds him.

He shushes him again, one hand moving to the back of Eddie’s head, his hair is softer than Steve could have imagined, but he can’t focus on that right now. He soothes his hand over Eddie’s hair, letting him cry and he holds onto Steve like he thinks he’s going to disappear. Awhile later, once his sobs stop, Steve pulls back, reluctantly, and looks at Eddie. His hand shrugging up into his sleeve, he moves his hand up and wipes at Eddie’s face, drying the tears there the best he can. Eddie lets him. He sits there, silent on the couch, and lets Steve clean his face with his sleeve.

Steve never would have guessed the word sheepish, could apply to Eddie Munson, but that’s where they’re currently at. Sitting on Eddie’s couch, both of them having just been sleeping, Eddie covered in tears and snot, looking sheepish. Steve lets his hand fall to his leg, his sleeve back in place, as he stares at Eddie. His eyes move over him quickly, giving him a short once over, his hands are trembling in his lap as they grasp and pull at each other. He’s nervous.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Steve asks, his eyes still on Eddie’s hands, they freeze at his question and Steve looks up, into Eddie’s face. He looks scared. He shakes his head.

“Eddie.”

“I know. Okay. I know I should. I know I probably fuckin need too. But I just- I can’t okay? Not right now. Can we just-“ he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath and huffing it out as he looks away.

“Can we what?” Steve asks, his fingers drumming against his leg in an attempt to keep himself from reaching out again, to keep himself from touching again. Eddie huffs again, but it’s tired this time, his head hanging and his eyes fall closed.

“Can we just go back to sleep?” he swallows, Steve hears it, and then looks up, his eyes big, and red rimmed, and so fucking tired.

“Please?” he’s begging now. Eddie Munson is begging him to go back to sleep. Even though Steve just had to rip him from it as he screamed. Steve watches him. Eddie stares, not backing down though he’s clearly exhausted. Steve folds. He sighs and hangs his head. He bites his lip and looks back up.

“We can.” He says, and watches Eddie relax.

“On one condition.” Eddie tenses again. But gives him an inquisitive look, his eyebrows rising up his forehead.

“We sleep now. We talk about this later. The length of that conversation can be negotiated.” Steve says. He doesn’t ask him. He tells him. Eddie’s eyes narrow.

“How the hell do you negotiate the length of a conversation? What does that even mean? That sounds made up Harrington.” Eddie says, clearly trying to derail him. Steve just smiles, and he knows it’s not necessarily a nice smile. Maybe more of a smirk, but it has Eddie’s eyes jumping from his lips to his eyes, and back again, and he’ll take that.

“Easy. You tell the truth. Tell me what you dream about. Tell me how often you dream about it, and don’t make that face, judging by the circles under your eyes you have these dreams often. And it’s not just me that’s noticing man, Dustin’s worried too so just-“ he moves his hand down his face with a sigh.

“We’ll talk about it. You. And me. And we’ll see if I can help. Okay? Deal?” he holds his hand out to Eddie, ready to shake on it. But Eddie is staring at him, and Steve’s not sure if his eyes are shining from having been crying, or because he’s about to cry again, but it’s hard to look at, he doesn’t want Eddie crying. Fucking hates that’s happened at all.

“Deal.” Eddie gently puts his hand in Steve’s, his fingers curling around Steve’s hand, gentle and warm. His voice sounded a little watery, but neither of them comment on it. Steve shakes his hand, once, and then lets it go. Eddie nods, looking around the trailer again, slowly this time, he looks lost. Steve’s heart breaks a little as he settles back into his spot on the couch.

“Come on then. Sleep now. Talk later. Let’s go… big boy.” He says it sardonically, and with a roll of his eyes, but it surprises a laugh out of Eddie as he settles in against Steve’s side again. Steve can deal with the mortification if it gives Eddie back a piece of himself. And if he’s being honest with himself, which, to be fair, he had promised Robin he would try to do more, he was never really mortified by it in the first place. Just, didn’t know how to deal with it. But he thinks he does now. He’s almost sure of it. So close to being sure, actually, that his fingers twitch again, longing to reach out and touch him… it. To reach out and touch it.

He's so fucked.

~*~

Eddie kept is promise. They’d talked. Eddie had told him all about his dreams. How he’d been watching all his friends die over and over, nothing he could do to stop it. Or worse. He’d run away. Leave his friends behind and let them die. He’d cried as he told Steve, his hands wrapping around himself, his fingers pressing into the healed wounds that Steve knew were scattered across his ribs.

He'd watched Dustin die so many times that he’d woken one night and called the Henderson house at nearly 1am. Ms. Henderson had been livid but Dustin had calmed her down, and had calmed Eddie down too. When Steve asked about the dream from the night before Eddie had shaken his head, involuntarily, and then looked at Steve, his eyes shining with tears again.

“I can’t.” he whispered, his hands shaking again. Steve clenched his fists to stop himself reaching out to him.

“You said that last night too. While you were asleep. You said that, that you couldn’t, what couldn’t you do Eds?” his voice soft, barely loud enough to carry across the room, but it didn’t have to, it just had to reach Eddie, and he was sitting knee to knee with Steve, looking at him with tears in his eyes. But Steve saw it, the quick flash of a smile at the nickname, it had been uttered softly and received the same way.

Steve nodded, encouraging him, Eddie swallowed roughly, and nodded back.

“He was trying to make me-“ he stopped, took a shaky breath. He grimaced, wringing his hands together and then pushing himself up off the couch, he began pacing, scratching at his head, his hands twitching at his sides. Steve furrowed his brow, he didn’t understand. How much worse could it be? All the things he’d already told him had been terrible, true nightmares. Ones Steve himself had had, not being able to save his friends. Over and over he’d had them. But this was different.

He watched Eddie pace back and forth, clearly arguing internally with himself. Steve’s heart ached and he pushed himself off the couch. He pressed into Eddie’s space the way Eddie had done to him time and time again. He took a chance and reached out, his hands grabbing Eddie’s hips, stilling his pacing and making him face him. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Eddie. Just say it. Say it fast or say it slow, it doesn’t matter to me, but you have to say it.” Steve said, his fingers gripping Eddie’s hips harder as he tried to pull away halfheartedly.

“Why? Huh? Why do I have to say it? What good’s it gonna do?!” His hands flailed at his side, his voice spiking into frantic again.

“I don’t know! Okay? I don’t know if it will do any good! But at least you won’t be alone with it in your head anymore. It’ll be out in the open. Not clawing at you and keeping you awake until you physically can’t stay awake anymore.” He’d moved his hands, up Eddie’s sides, one resting over an old wound now, the other moved to the side of Eddie’s neck, his skin was hot. Steve could feel his pulse racing under his fingertips.

“He made me kill you!” Eddie shouted, his voice cracking with the outburst.

“He- what do you mean? He made you-“

“He. Vecna. He put a spell on me. And he sent me back here. And I was under his control and he made me kill you.” His voice was small, he was talking to the floor.

“But he made me hurt you first. You. And Dustin. He made me hurt Dustin.” He raised his eyes then, tears falling freely again.

“I love that kid man, and in my dreams, I see him dying, over and over and over, because of me. Because he comes to help me. And then last night I-“ he chokes on a sob, swaying forward at the same time Steve draws him in, pulls him close again, his hand resting on the back of Eddie’s neck.

“Hey. Shhh, you would never do that. You would never hurt us. We know that. He knows that. He loves you too.” Steve soothes, and Eddie rips himself out of his arms, startling Steve back a step.

“I don’t know that! You can’t know that!” Eddie shoves his hands into his hair and yanks on it, once, hard, yelling before dropping his hands again and staring at Steve.

“He’s a fucking dark wizard Steve. It wasn’t me hurting you. It was him. Through me. But it was still me. I could feel it. It was so real and I’m fucking terrified that it’s- I mean that he’s- that I’m-“ he makes a face then, a face Steve can only describe as disgusted. Though he’s not sure what Eddie might be disgusted with, Vecna? His dreams? He can’t control those. And then it hits him, those last two words.

“That you’re what Eddie?” he asks it softly, but Eddie still flinches, takes another step away from Steve. But he looks at him. The way he looks at Steve, he knows what he’s going to say before he says it.

“That I’m what everybody said I was. That I’m a murderer. That I’m like… a fucking hell spawn or possessed or whatever, I don’t know man!” he shakes his head, his hands flail again and Steve wishes he was better at this. At helping with the emotional shit.

“It was so real Steve. It was like it was happening. I could feel your blood on my hands. I ripped you to pieces and I couldn’t stop myself. It just kept going and going and you were screaming, you were all screaming, and I was screaming and it just wouldn’t stop!” he slammed his hands into his head three times, and then his knees buckled as he folded in on himself. He hugged his knees to his chest as Steve moved to him, crouching beside him, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shaking shoulders as he was wracked with sobs once more.

There was nothing he could say to that. No words would comfort Eddie. Not when they’d fought some fucking magical being that was haunting his dreams. Because Eddie was right, how could Steve know it wasn’t real? This was magic, and the upside down, and nothing they knew enough about to know for sure. But Vecna was dead. They were certain of that. El had killed him. And Will couldn’t feel him anymore. He was gone. Except for the version of him living inside Eddie’s head, tormenting him to exhaustion.

“Come here.” Steve whispered into his shoulder, he helped pull Eddie to his feet, and guided him back to the couch. He sat him down, and knelt in front of him.

“Listen. I’m not gonna tell you it’s not real. I know it felt real. And he was a fucking wizard and it’s magic and bullshit and I don’t want you to think I’m not listening to you. Because I am. I hear you. And I know you’re scared. I can see it.” Steve reached out then, reached out and moved both of his hands over Eddie’s, encasing them in a gentle touch. Even as Eddie scoffed.

“I’m not scared Steve. I’m fucking terrified.” Eddie shook his head, but didn’t pull his hands away.

“I know. But Eddie- hey look at me.” He took one of Eddie’s hands in his own, brought it to his chest, right at the collar of his shirt, he pressed Eddie’s fingers to his skin, where he knew he’d be able to feel his pulse.

“You feel that?” his brows drifted high as he watched Eddie stare at their hands. He nodded slowly.

“Okay good. I’m alive. Okay? And Dustin’s alive, we just saw him yesterday, he’s alive, and he loves you. Alright? We all love you man. But this right here?” he tapped his fingers against Eddie’s on his throat.

“This is me. Right here. Sitting in front of you. And I’m telling you. You haven’t hurt me. And you won’t. Because he’s gone. It’s just-“ he shook his head and smiled. Eddie smiled back, it was small and confused, but it was like he couldn’t not smile back.

“You’re fucking brain is so goddamn restless man. You’ve got fucking DnD knowledge in there, and all kinds of lore and shit, mixing in with all this shit that’s happened and it’s just… it’s tearing you apart. And you just… we need to find you something that makes all that shit just… stop.” He shrugged, knowing it wasn’t good enough. But Eddie was nodding. And his fingers pressed Steve’s pulse point were worrying into the skin there gently.

“And what if-“ he stops, blinking rapidly as he looks at their hands again. Steve gives his hand a squeeze.

“What if what?” he inclines his head, looking up at Eddie, trying to meet his eyes.

“What if I already found something that makes it stop?” his voice is small again, and his hand is shaking against Steve’s neck now, Steve drops his eyes and sees his other hand worrying at the edge of the pillow he’s sitting on.

“I uh, don’t mean to sound skeptical but, judging by last night I’d say it might not be working.” Steve says with a grimace. Eddie shakes his head quickly.

“No it is! It is working.” He reassures, his eyes wide.

“Eddie I watched you scream yourself awake.” His voice is still full of disbelief.

“Yeah. I know. But, what if I told you it was… normally worse than that? That it… lasted longer?” he frowned, his brows knitting together and he pulled his lip between his teeth.

“I don’t-“

“You help, Steve. You do.” He nods. Once. His eyes locked on their hands, where Steve’s hand has just clamped down on his. Eddie wiggles his fingers, moving his hand under Steve’s. And Steve lets him go. Releases his hand and stands up, running his hands through his hair. His heart is pounding in his chest again, this fucking guy was gonna give him some kind of heart condition or something. He paces back and forth. Once. Twice. Three times. And then Eddie speaks.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it. I mean, not like that. I mean, we could- We can just pretend I didn’t say that. Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?” his voice is strained and he flinches again when Steve turns to him, his eyes immediately drop to the floor, and there are tears brimming there and that’s when Steve realizes he hasn’t said anything. He hasn’t responded. Eddie told him something monumental and he froze. But he didn’t just freeze, he pulled away from him, let him go, and hasn’t said a fucking thing to him. He takes a frantic step forward, and Eddie scurries backwards on the couch, pulling his knees to his chest again.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it.” he looks scared. Of Steve. Of what he thinks Steve is going to do to him. What Steve might do, now that Eddie has shown himself and Steve had reacted… like an idiot. He stops himself, hold his hands up in front of himself, palms out toward Eddie, a silent surrender.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. I just, I froze. I- I’m not mad at you. I could never-“ his shoulders droop as Eddie looks up at him, his big brown eyes uncertain, but Steve is almost sure he sees hope there too. Steve moves slowly, sitting himself down on the couch, his knee pressed to Eddie’s foot, and he relaxes almost immediately, his feet dropping back to the floor.

“Eddie even if I didn’t- I could, I would never be mad at you for that? You understand?” he’s frowning, and he knows that might be working against him, but he can’t help it. He’s trying to focus, to make sure Eddie understand him here. And fucking god bless him, he does, he does understand, because despite their very obvious differences, Eddie Munson speaks Steve Harrington fluently, even when Steve has no goddamn idea what he’s trying to say or how to say it, Eddie gets it. Eddie nods, his eyes jumping from place to place across Steve’s face.

“Even if you didn’t what?” his eyes stop moving and lock on Steve’s.

“Huh?” Steve breathes, confusion jumping into the shit show that was his brain right now. Eddie clears his throat and wipes at his face.

“You said, ‘Even if I didn’t’. Even if you didn’t what?” Eddie’s brow is furrowed, his teeth worrying at his lip again.

“I said…” Steve trails off. Eddie nods.

“Right. Well.. I just meant-“ He cringes, sighs, and drops his head into his hands.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it.” Eddie comforts, bumping his knee into Steve’s. Steve groans into his hands.

“I want to. I wanna say it I just-“ he turns to look at Eddie, removing his hands from his face, and Eddie has this soft smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling? I’m fucking this up in the most colossal way. I mean this is… jesus christ.” He shakes his head and drops it back into his hands. And that’s when he hears Eddie laughing. Not a big laugh, it’s more a snicker really. A few snorts out of his nose and when Steve jerks his head in Eddie’s direction Eddie rests his chin in his hand and covers his mouth to stop himself laughing.

“Now you’re fucking laughing? What the fuck?” Steve asks, but he feels it, bubbling up in his chest. He’s gonna laugh too. Be he refuses.

“No it’s just. You are. You really are.” Eddie says, clearly agreeing with something Steve doesn’t remember saying.

“I am what?” he asks, pressing for frustration to keep the laughter at bay.

“Fucking this up. In the most colossal way.” Eddie says, his hand moving between them with a flourish, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Really? You’re gonna make fun of my word choice? Right now?” Steve huffs. Eddie drops his mouth open in a smile, holding his hands up in front of him.

“Hey now. It’s a good word. Who’s making fun?” he asks, pressing a hand to his chest and looking thoroughly offended.

“You are. You’re making fun of me when I’m trying to be serious. Like this is serious. I mean I’m trying to say something important here.” Steve pushes harder, refusing to let this little shit win, he will not laugh. He swallows hard and stares at Eddie. He relents, inclining his head and dropping the goofy grin, he leans forward.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that… you’re so cute when you’re trying to be serious to cover up your laugh. Just let it out man. Let it be free.” The goofy grin is back and Steve doesn’t see it coming. Eddie reaches out, lighting fast, and grabs Steve’s knee, his fingers pressing down in just the right (or wrong… depending on your stance against tickle violence) place. The laugh that bubbles out of Steve is more of a shriek, and it sends Eddie over the edge. He lets go of Steve and doubles over, cackling on the couch.

Steve jumps up off the couch and backs away from Eddie, tying not to smile as he watches him, doubled over in silent laughter.

“You know you’re defenseless when you’re like that right?” Steve asks, folding is arms over his chest. Eddie sucks in a loud breath of air, the trailer full of bubbly chuckles now as he looks up at Steve.

“Me? Defenseless? In this trailer? Oh Harrington, that’s adorable.” His voice drops low, stirring something in Steve’s stomach. The way Eddie stands up and begins to stalk toward him isn’t helping his cause. He takes a few steps back, his butt hits the small kitchen divider fast than he’d thought it would. He stammers as Eddie presses into his space, for the one millionth? Two millionth? Three or four millionth time? He’s lost track, it doesn’t matter now, as long as he doesn’t leave the space, that’s all Steve cares about.

Eddie moves ever closer, bracketing Steve in with his arms, his face inches away.

“I’m sorry. I interrupted you. You were saying something… serious?” Eddie moves one hand up Steve’s arm, slowly, and then gently taps the end of Steve’s nose.

“Y-yes. I- I was. Yeah. Super serious.” He stammers, clears his throat. Eddie’s eye brows twitch upward once, the grin on his face daring Steve to keep trying.

“Don’t do that. This is serious.”

“Mhm. You’ve said.” Eddie shoots back, licking his lips. Steve knows his eyes track the movement, he can’t help it. Eddie is so fucking close to him. And he’s pressed into is space with intent.

“Would you say it’s also important?” Eddie asks, tilting his head and looking at Steve through his lashes. Steve takes a shaky breath and nods.

“Could be yeah. Could be like… super important.” Steve concedes, nodding slowly as he stares at Eddie’s mouth, his breath seemingly caught in his throat.

“Jesus Harrington,” Eddie presses closer, their noses brushing, Steve can feel Eddies breath ghost over his lips,

“Such a way with words.” He breathes, lips brushing Steve’s as he speaks and then presses just that little bit further. Steve absolutely does not whimper. His eyes fall closed and then Eddie’s lips are gone.

“Is this okay?” It’s whispered into his cheek, a soft press of lips follows it as Steve nods slowly, his brain feeling like tv static. Eddie pulls back then, and he looks at Steve. he brings his hand up, his thumb moving slowly over Steve’s bottom lip.

“You sure?” and it’s still a whisper, but it rings in Steve ears like canon fire. Or a shotgun in an old run-down house. Steve moves then, one hand going to Eddie’s hip, the other moving to his neck.

“I’m sure. About nothing but you. But this.” He mimics Eddie’s move, traces his thumb along his bottom lip.

“You I’m sure of.” He nods slowly, his eyes on Eddie’s lips and they both sway toward each other and back out again.

“Such a sap.” It’s a mumble as Eddie moves close again.

“Jesus. Just shut up.” Steve huffs, grabbing Eddie’s collar and pulling him back in. Their lips press together slowly. Eddie is so warm against him. His lips are soft and they move slow, letting Steve set the pace. He’s thankful. Always. For the way Eddie lets him take his time. Eddie pulls back then, his forehead resting against Steve’s.

“Sorry to break this up but, I am actually… really tired.” He cringes and Steve moves his hand up sooth the lines between his brows.

“It’s okay. This can wait. You need sleep.” Steve whispers, pressing one more chaste kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth before dragging him back to the couch.

They settle in. Steve puts on some movie they’d tried to watch last week. Eddie had fallen asleep about ten minutes in. Steve smiles and Eddie sinks against him, pressing as close as he can get to Steve. Steve can feel him nodding off already, his head drooping onto Steve’s shoulder, only he doesn’t jerk awake trying to fight it this time, he just, settles into Steve and gets comfortable. He snakes his arm around Steve’s, cuddles closer, and then stills. Steve is sure he’s asleep, and so he started when Eddie speaks.

“Thank you. For this. An all the other times. Needed it. Kept me going.” The last few words are mumbled into Steve’s arm. But he hears them. And he feels them. And when Eddie begins to stir in his sleep, Steve moves his hand and tangles his fingers with Eddies, his thumb soothing the back of his hand. Eddie settles, his restless, haunted, dreams, kept at bay. Steve sighs, watching Eddie sleep, his eyes focused on the shadows his bangs cast across his face, making the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced. Steve moves his free hand up and slides his finger under Eddie’s bangs, pushing them away, up into his hair, so he can see his face.

He looks so peaceful. And he stays that way, until Steve drifts off himself. And in the morning, when they wake, hands still tangled under the blanket that’s been put on them, the smell of bacon and coffee filling the air as Eddie’s uncle cooks breakfast, Steve picks his head up and looks down at Eddie, slowly waking and nudging into his shoulder like a cat.

“Moring.” Steve presses a kiss into Eddie’s hair and gets a happy sleepy hum in return. Eddie moves away from him, slowly, stretching and groaning loudly, before moving back to Steve’s side. Eddie looks at him then, brown eyes shining golden in the morning sun seeping through the blinds, and smiles.

“Sleep okay?” Steve asks, tucking a strand of unruly hair behind Eddie’s ear. Eddie nods,

“Yeah. Thank you.” He moves his hand up and through Steve’s hair, giving it a little tug before removing his hand. Steve knows his eyes roll back in his head a bit, not really something he can hide this early in the morning. Eddie presses closer, his lips ghosting over Steve’s ear.

“Knew you’d have a hair a kink.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the shell of Steve’s ear. He shivers and moves his hand into Eddie’s hair, giving it a mirroring tug, Eddie’s eyes flutter as he lets Steve move him with the fist tangled in his hair.

“You were saying?” Steve whispers, brushing his nose against Eddie’s. Eddie snorts and buries his face in Steve’s chest, Steve massages his fingers into Eddies scalp and he stays there. His face smooshed into Steve’s chest, he shows no sign of moving. Steve lets his head fall back on the couch, enjoying the peace, and the quiet, and Eddie being comfortable, because of him.

“Alright boys. Foods ready. Up and at ‘em.” Wayne Munson’s voice drifts into Steve’s sleepy consciousness.

“We’re comin.” Eddie mumbles into Steve’s chest before dragging himself sluggishly off the couch. He takes two steps and then holds out his hand for Steve’s. Steve glances into the kitchen, Wayne is sitting at the table reading the paper. He looks back to Eddie and is met with a small smile, just the quirk of his lips.

“It’s okay. Who do you think put the blanket on us?” Eddie asks, his smile widening. And Steve hadn’t thought about that. Hadn’t even really noticed the blanket. So he takes a deep breath and gives Eddie his hand. Let’s himself be pulled slowly into the small kitchen nook.

The table is small. The space is cramped. But the food and the company are good. The coffee too. Eddie’s laughter filling the morning with its slightly maniacal cadence as he jokes with his uncle, and with Steve, makes his heart beat faster. Steve sits at Eddie’s table, with Eddie’s family, his knees bumping Eddie’s before he takes his hand under the table, and watches Eddie laugh in the morning sunlight. The dark circles under his eyes beginning to wane again, fading away like the late summer moon.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things #my fic #My writing #mine #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson

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cherrypeaking · 11 months

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howdy my cherry bear~ 🥺

i was supposed to go to zumba today but i took a nap and missed it by accident 🥲🥲 that nap was AMAZING though easily one of the best naps i’ve taken in a while so i guess i dont feel too bad about missing it if it meant being able to get some rest 😌

i’m finally making dinner for once and it’s chicken salad!! i’ve been craving a good chicken salad sandwich for a little while now (yes even after having that soobin sized sandwich 😭😭😭) and my dad just ran out of potatoes so it’s time for this family to return to eating normal food 😭 food related peace shall be restored in this house if it’s the last thing i do!!

me and a friend are gonna hang out all afternoon tomorrow since she has a day off for once we’re gonna go thrift shopping and hit the arcade i’m so excited!! :3 i’ll be sure to send pics and tell you all the juicy details about it~

still trying to figure out what i would like to bake this week 🤔🤔 i mentioned coffee cake in passing since everything related to coffee reminds me of you but i’m also leaning towards brownies since you can never go wrong with a brownie topped with vanilla ice cream… if you have any ideas let me know~ i’d love to bake whatever you request 👀👀

i missed you today baby 🥺 you’re such a dream come true 🥺🥺 i hope work isn’t too much for you today and i hope you’re getting enough rest!! >< 🩵🩵

i love you so much~ 🥺🩵🩵🩵

my love 🥺🥺🩷

it’s okay!! a great nap is great 🥹🩷 i’m so glad you got some nice sleep!! you can always go to zumba next time and have fun 🥺🥺🩷

hehehe YAYYYYY you’re out of potatoes finally 😭😭😭 i’m sure your chicken salad was great my love 🥺🥺🩷 i hope you get to have this chicken salad sandwich again even if it was soobin sized 🤭🩷 tbh you’ve made me wanna try it too >3<

waaaah thrift shopping and arcade!! :D that must’ve been so fun i hope you played lots of games and found cute clothes to wear hehe i like thrift shopping so much 🥺🥺🩷 i can’t wait to hear all the juicy details 🤭🩷

i’ll try to think hard~ it depends on what you’d like as well mommy 🥺🩷 coffee cake sounds so nice~ but the idea of those slutty brownies have been on my mind since you brought them up (i know my sweet tooth is unbreakable 🫣) 🥺🩷🩷 so brownies could be good?? 🥺 since i brought up pudding tho… hehehe 🤭👀🩷 pudding would be great 🥺🥺🩷

MOMMYYYY THE MOODBOARD 🥺😭😭😭 omg whattttt this is so adorable i love this concept so much and you even found bears with the same vibe that’s so 🥺😭😭😭🩷 you’re so good at aesthetics my love 🥺🥺🩷

i always miss you my darling 😭😭🩷🩷 the moment i knew i was up when i meant to i was like yayyyy so i don’t know if you prefer it this way? do you like when i wake up earlier or go to sleep later? 🥺🩷 work will probably get a biiiit busy still but i’ll be fine i’ve had worse hehe 😌💪🩷 i’ll overcome it~ especially if you’re with me 🥺🩷

i love you too my queen 🥺🥺🩷

#crystal gem 💎#it’s like i don’t know what i did to meet you and have you in my life like this but i’m thanking whatever i did in my past lives for this 🥺#like it’s so crazy to me ;////; i love you so much and i feel so much love with you and for you 😭😭#mommyyyyy i hope we will have more time together 🥺🥺🩷🩷#free time i mean hehe 🤭🩷🩷 love calling my darling 🥺🩷#my queen my mommy my fairy my chewing gum 🥺

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wired-heartbeats · 2 years

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The Glamrock ‘bots make a habit of just picking me up whenever I get too heated (usually at management) or chaotic (in general) or just to drag me away for various reasons and they all kinda have different ways of doing it but the default at first is to hold me up by my hoodie like a foiled lion cub seeing how much taller they all are and I’m miffed about it at first but over time I just let it happen even as they all lean into their different ways of doing so, I do occasionally climb onto all of them to perch or sit on their shoulders of my own volition too lol

Freddy does it like that the most still, he blames it on the Bear senses but it’s also just the most effective when I’m aggravated, he’s DEFINITELY just picked me up from my waist before tho and caught me so off guard I shut up **immediately** and he hasn’t tried it again bc he’s not sure if that was a good reaction or not. (Sidenote, yes, I can ABSOLUTELY fit in his chest cavity, we only know this because Gregory asked if I could and I paused for a minute and then we both dashed off to be menaces to Freddy)

Monty and Roxanne both prefer to just throw me over their shoulders but Roxanne’ll also throw me onto her back piggyback style so she can nyoom out faster and to mostly avoid her built in claws and If Monty’s feeling especially annoyed he’ll lift me by the back of my shirt/hoodie with his maw (Gator senses) so he won’t accidentally get me with HIS claws (possibly again, it’s had to’ve happened at least once with both of them)

Chica picks me up princess style and with one arm and is very ☺️ about it the entire time except for rare occasions where she’ll lift me up by my hand/arm or hold me up by my leg to either make a point or be playfully dramatic, she doesn’t really feel the need to pick me up as much but she WILL straight up drag me away and I just get used to it

Sun and Moon both do the Pick up hug where they’ll hug me and use that to just lift me but the big difference is that Sun just stands up but Moon’ll use the CEILING WIRE MECHANISM TO LIFT ME INTO THE AIR and the first time he did it I screamed loud enough that they could hear me all the way at the lobby, he’s lucky we were closed at that point and I nearly broke his hearing sensors. That’s how they all learned I have a previously untalked about fear of heights and Sun makes a note not to ever do that unless absolutely needed whereas Moon goes >:] and’ll still do it occasionally when I annoy him enough

(I haven’t screamed like that since the first time and everyone who heard it made a pact to never give me a reason to scream like that again bc the pitch I can hit genuinely fucked with everyone’s systems a worrying amount and also bc they all had heart attacks when they realized it was me screaming)

DJMM just grabs me like a squeaky toy most of the time bc that’s how he’s seen me grab the Wind-Up MMs, which I deem as totally fair, and totally not bc I might squeak in surprise whenever he does. He’s a lot more careful bc of his size and has absolutely caught me mid-accidental nap in the arcade area before and scooped me up till either one of the others shows up or I wake up, whichever comes first. He has also grabbed my by the back of my hoodie/shirt before after he saw one of the others do it to get me out of his DJ Station

The S.T.A.F.F bots don’t even try, I nearly broke one of them in shock when it tried to and they all decided to Not Even Try That Again (I apologized, I think the S.T.A.F.F bots are neat and Im generally nice to them) the only ones who even dare touch me after that are Map Bot tapping my shoulder or patting my arm to give me a map (I have a map collection at this point) and the Chef bots helping me whenever I go ‘fuck it’ and go into the kitchens to make my own food bc I’m a bit hopeless when it comes to actually making food and it pains their systems to watch me attempt to cook, I won’t let them just make it for me after hours bc they’re ‘off duty’ so the compromise is them helping me

Gregory made me pinky promise that I wouldn’t pick him up unless ABSOLUTELY necessary and I stick to that as much as I can—I’m not one to break a pinky promise after all— the only exception is a few times I’ve picked him up while he’s passed out just to move him somewhere more comfortable, which is usually the couch in Freddys room or the Fazbear Theater. We don’t talk about it but he knows it’s usually me moving him when it isn’t Freddy because Freddy always accidentally wakes him up (not that Freddy knows that, he’s being very careful and Gregory doesn’t want to make him feel bad for waking him up so he doesn’t usually mind)

#i don’t know what spawned this but I sure am Thinkin ab it #i am pickupable shaped I do not control this #me and Vanessa don’t pick each other up but we did do a test and yeah we can both lift each other and that was that lmao #Bonnie would’ve done the one armed hold like a disgruntled rat #ot5: glamstars #fft: bedazzled mayhem #self insert community #general si tag #cats chatterbox #self ship stuff #self insert

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askfoxythejokerfox · 1 year

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A Interview With Foxy The Joker Fox

*Security guard: *into a recorder before starting the interview with Foxy* i am with subject 87 also known as Foxy The Pirate or real name Brandon.

Security guard:*clears throat nervously* u-um c-can you understand me at all?

Foxy The Joker: of course i can understand you dumbass

Security guard: *chuckling nervously* um s-so um mr Foxy are you aware at all to who you were before you died?

Foxy The Joker: *takes out her cigrete and lights it as she takes in a puff and puffs the smoke in the security guards face* yes hun and also it’s MRS Foxy im trans *points to her transgender flag pin on her suit* and also since im happily married to the love of my life Springtrap

Security Guard: o-oh! im so sorry Mrs foxy heh i do highly support the LGBTQ group and congrats on your marriage btw

Foxy The Joker: thanks hun honest *smiles softly as she smokes her cigarette* but the answer to your question darling is yes i do remember who i was and i know exactly to what happened...

Security Guard: oh? what do you exactly remember to how you died or who killed you?

Foxy The Joker: *lets out a soft sigh and tears up slightly* well my real name was Brandon as you know...but my parents took me to this place back when i was 10 years old for my 10th birthday. i was playing around with this Ghostbusters arcade game as everyone knows im a huge Ghostbusters nut heh

Security Guard: oh heh yeah that is an amazing movie *smiles and makes a funny remark* Who Ya Gonna Call?

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and says in a girly tone* GHOSTBUSTERS!

*both the Security Guard and Foxy The Joker laugh a bit at the joke*

Foxy The Joker: *sighs as she takes another puff of her cigarette* but jokes aside i was playing this arcade i forgot which one it was as this was a long time ago heh but this strange man dressed in a bunny suit lored me into the back promising me he had a TONE of goodies and tokens and other arcade games in the back so i followed him in believing his lies...what a fool i was...*sighs* and the rest well it’s disturbing...

Security Guard: how so?

Foxy The Joker: *sighs* hun really honestly it’s disturbing...but if you really want to know *sighs* he stabbed me over 15 fucking times in a row ripped my intestines out and stuffed my body in this GOD DAMNED SUIT!!

Security Guard: *gets up and slowly reaches for his tazer*

Foxy The Joker: *laughs hysterically* relax honey i was just joking but for real tho he did stuffed me in this fucking body i felt the first 4 stabs but then the rest went...numb...it turned black and then i remember waking up in this thing...

Security Guard: o-oh im so sorry...*gulps nervously and sits down* soo whats with the name Foxy The Joker and why do you wear that clown makeup?

Foxy The Joker: well due to my death and remebering everything it turned me...INSANE! and with the make up it’s to cover up how i really look like *smiles softly*

Security Guard: o-oh?

Foxy The Joker: *nods softly as a light was illuminating her as she takes her cloth and washes her make up off as she scooches closer to the security guard revealing 2 very large and deep heath ledger like scars on both of her cheeks forming a huge permanent smile* see? *giggles softly in a creepy way*

Security Guard: *face turns pale white* o-ok s-so um a-are you a hero o-or a villian to G-Gotham? a-as t-th-there has be-been a lo-lot of rep-reports of m-murders happening i-in Gotham *gulps nervously*

Foxy The Joker: *grins to this question* im an anti hero hun the GCPD can kiss my animatronic arse to be honest as i do protect Gotham from these so called criminals of Gotham City i only kill as a last resort as mostly the criminals i fought were sent to jail anonymously but the ones who i murdered were mostly rapists or murderers or they left me no choice.

Security Guard: ah ok then so um your relationship with Springtrap um how’s that? and do you know he’s the one who murdered you?

Foxy The Joker Fox: *sighs softly as she puts her cigarette out* yes i know he’s the bastard who killed me and my parents but things changed ever since me freddy and the others killed the bastard and set him in that springlock suit as when he died and was trapped inside that thing for all eternity he changed...i forgave him for everything and we became friends and then afterwords we became in love heh...then the day 4 years ago to be precise he asked my hand or hook *chuckles softly* in marriage...despite what anyone says about him i love him to death he is and always will be my babe to me *blushes softly and looks at her heart shape locket that holds a picture of Foxy and Springtraps marriage*

Security Guard: aww that sounds sweet and i do bet you 2 make a wonderful coupe together *smiles softly still nervous*

Foxy The Joker: *smiles and giggles softly* YES....yes we do...

Security Guard: *to recorder interview with subject 87 went surprisingly well does not seems to be a major threat twords normal people and does surprisingly has a heart for others tho she does seems to be a major threat twords criminals but that is due to the fact they claim to be an anti hero this may be because due to the disseperence of The Batman also known as Bruce Wayne she has taken the role of Batman or the Joker to try to stop the crime waves that has been going on in Gotham City. Ending To Interview with subject 87.

#FNAF oc #FNAF oc Interviews #Foxy The Joker Fox #foxy the joker speaks #uploads

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Hii- if you're taking any request, could I get one where reader, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima are friends but the reader constantly drops hints that she likes Yams but he misinterprets them as for Tsukki? 👉🏻👈🏻 dkgjsjfje no need to rush yourself tho oki? You can do it in your own time ❤️ hope you have a wonderful day/night! ✨

Word Count: 2,036

Warnings: probably some swearing, a bit of angst but there’s a happy ending promise!

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request! I dunno if I fully got the idea you wanted haha but here you go! (Originally thought @thisnoodlewritesao3 gave in this request but apparently she didn’t!!!! So whoever sent this in thank you so much!!!!). Enjoy lovelies!

(not my gif, creds to the original creator :))

Today was the day. Yamaguchi had never been so confident with one of his decisions before. But this one. This one he was sure of.

He tucked the broken pieces of his heart into some deep part of him as he stared at himself in the mirror. He stared at himself in the mirror for a second before nodding to himself. Today was the day, he whispered to himself for what felt like the millionth time. Today was the day he would let go.

He knew it was going to hurt, he knew that his heart was already falling apart but it didn’t matter. How can you be broken hearted over losing someone when they weren’t yours in the first place?

The day started like any other school day, Yamaguchi meeting up with you and Tsukishima on the corner of the street where all your paths met. Like usual, you and Tsukishima were already there since you both lived closer than Yamaguchi did.

“Hi Yams!” You beamed up at him and he tried his best to give a genuine smile back. Why did this smile look so much different than the one you gave Tsukki?

“You took longer than usual,” Tsukishima commented, raising an eyebrow at his best friend.

Yamaguchi had hoped he wouldn’t noticed, but it wasn’t really all that surprising that he did, “Just got up late,” he said with a smile, trying to be convincing.

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, raising an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure you’re okay? Yamaguchi just gave a small nod and then turned to you as you talked about the project that was due today.

He wanted to keep walking with you, listening to you go on about your day, about the dog you saw on your way over, about your family and anything else that made you smile. But he kept slowing down his pace, watching from behind what it would look like, you and Tsukki walking together. Why did you two look so much better than he could ever dream?

“Yams?” Your voice drew him from his thoughts, him offering his typical I’m okay smile. “You seem really out of it today, are you feeling sick?” You asked, pressing a hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

He wanted to press against your hand just a little longer, the feeling of your skin on his always made his heart flutter. But instead, he just laughed and shook his head, “I’m alright. I guess I’m still a little asleep!”

You seemed to buy it and nod, linking your arm with his, “Come on then, don’t slow down on me. If you do, I have to walk with Tsukishima and I don’t think he likes my company,” you laugh.

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes and pulled his headphones on like he normally did in the mornings when the three of you walked together. Yamaguchi always wondered if he did this so he could have more privacy to talk to you. Tsukishima had known right away that Yamaguchi’s heart only beat for you. But what else did he know?

Did he know that Yamaguchi would always step back for him? Did he know that you just seemed so much happier with him, the one who was so much cooler? So much taller? So much smarter? That you would be better off with him?

But you just talked on, trying to get Yams back into how he was normally, asking about his weekend and morning. By the time you all got to school, Tsukishima said something about needing to go find the third years and talk to them about something. It was a lie and Yamaguchi was sure of that.

Tsukishima had been trying to tell him lately to stop being so scared and just tell you how he felt. He even insisted that you had been trying to drop little hints all the time but Yamaguchi was sure that Tsukishima was just exaggerating (though, he wasn’t really the exaggerating kind). But how had Tsukishima not noticed how much time you spent by his side? How had he not realized that you always seemed to try and get his attention, always tried to get him talking?

You had to be in love with Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi was sure of that. Because who would ever go for him, an emotional freckled loser, when Tsukki was around?

“Yams, do you think confessing ruins a lot of friendships?” You asked softly as the two of you walked slowly through the almost empty courtyard, not a lot of students on campus yet.

His eyes locked onto yours for a moment, the surprise in them flickering away as he quickly looked away, “What do you mean?”

“I mean... it’s so easy for friends to fall in love isn’t it? You know everything about a person, see everything they are, the good and the bad, and... you just can’t help it.” There was such a lightness to your voice. Yamaguchi’s heart was pounding against his chest, was this the moment you’d tell him? That you were in love with his best friend? What was he even supposed to say?

“I... suppose,” he mumbled quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Are you in love?”

“I’ve never been in love before,” you admitted shyly, smiling up at his direction but still noting that he was refusing to look at you. “But I think I might be.”

Somewhere, Yamaguchi wanted to tell her that Tsukki would never be interested. Even if Yamaguchi wasn’t in love with you, Tsukki didn’t really seem all that interested in relationships right now. So wouldn’t it be better for you to not bother getting her heart broken? Because his was already breaking and it was hurting like hell - shouldn’t he try to save you from that. He wanted to tell you to save yourself, but instead he heard himself say, “You should tell him then...”

He closed his eyes, ready for you to tell him with an excited tone that you were going to find Tsukki. Tell him how you felt. He saw a flash of a lifetime in his head, what you would look like on your first date with Tsukki holding your hand, how your smile would meet Tsukki’s eyes more than Yamaguchi’s, how you would offer your heart to Tsukki, and not Yamaguchi-

“I’m trying to, but he’s refusing to look at me,” you said suddenly, a laugh in your voice. What was that in your laugh? Was that... nervousness?

Yamaguchi’s eyes popped open, looking down at you with surprise. “W-What?”

“If you’d just pay attention to me, this confession would’ve been over a while ago,” you laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head. Now that he was looking at you, your eyes didn’t want to meet his.

“Confession?” Yamaguchi’s voice cracked and his ears were burning with embarrassment now.

You bit down on your lip, a nervous habit of yours, and pulled out a cute little teddy bear plush from your backpack, “I got this at the arcade we went to a few days ago. And that day, when it was just you and me, I realized that you’re the only one I want to be with all the time. You’re always there for me and after meeting you, every one of those songs I listen to just... makes sense.”

Yamaguchi was dreaming wasn’t he? He was going to wake up in a few seconds and be sorely disappointed. He was going to punch his pillow and shed a few tears because this was all just a dream right?

“I know we’ve been friends for like forever, and that volleyball takes up a lot of your time lately. But if... I dunno if maybe you feel the same way, maybe we could go on a date sometime? There’s this cute cafe I heard about nearby and they have these milkshakes that I think we would like-” you rambled nervously, noting his open-mouth expression and lack of response.

There was one thing that Yamaguchi was never able to do during dreams. One thing he always wanted to do but always woke up before. He had to wake up before he fell too far in this dream, he had to wake up before he wasn’t able to and this dream took over his whole mind. Before he could think through it rationally, Yamaguchi took your face in his hands and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

His lips felt like heaven against yours, your eyes widening as he stood there, holding your hands like he was even surprised he had been able to do that.

“Y-Yams?” You squeaked, unsure that that had really just happened.

“That doesn’t normally happen,” he murmured to himself, staring down at you like you were going to disappear in a few seconds.

“W-When?” You whispered back, a little confused.

“When I dream about this,” Yamaguchi’s whole face was going red now. His eyes were widening and his fingers were starting to shake against your cheeks. He pulled away from you, clasping a hand against his mouth realizing what he had just done. “I-I’m not dreaming.”

“N-Nope,” you can’t help but laugh, holding a hand over your lips. “You dream about me?”

“Y-Yea. No. I mean. Not like... weird things or anything I just-” Yamaguchi rambled, shaking his hands in front of him nervously. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I thought, I just normally don’t-”

“You know, when I told Y/N to confess to you today, I didn’t think you’d react like that,” Tsukishima laughed from across the courtyard, grinning bigger than Yamaguchi had ever seen before.

“Y-You knew?”

“Y/N’s been annoying me all week about it,” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “Something about wanting to know if feelings were reciprocated or something. As if you two haven’t been drooling over each other ever since meeting.” He shrugged like this was a normal thing, like seeing his two friends confess and kiss was just a typical Monday morning thing.

Yamaguchi’s chest was feeling so tight, like his heart had stopped working from shock. Was this a heart attack? Is this what all those people were always warning you about? Was he dying?

“Oi, Tadashi, you haven’t given her an answer yet,” Tsukishima scoffed, shaking his head. “Accept her confession, ask her out on a date, and then let’s get to class. People are going to start staring soon.”

Yamaguchi spluttered out a, “I really like you, Y/N!”, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and surprise, wishing he could rewind and go back. He took the teddy bear that was still in your hands, smiling a little at the cute bow around its neck and the smile on its face that was looking back at him.

You just giggled and rocked on your feet nervously, “Well I’d hope so. You don’t go around kissing girls you don’t like do you?”

“O-Of course not!” He shook his head, letting out a nervous laugh. “That cafe date sounds really nice.”

The two of you just stood there for a moment, shyly avoiding each other’s eyes until Tsukishima sighed while walking over, and pushed Yamaguchi over to you, “Alright, let’s go then.” He said, as if fed up with you both but Yamaguchi swore he saw a smile on the salty boy’s face.

“I really like you too,” you whisper to Yamaguchi later, taking his hand in yours and letting your fingers tangle together.

Later, Yamaguchi would tell you he honestly thought you were into Tsukishima and would laugh when your nose scrunched up, “Oh God no!” You smirked, shaking your head. “I was trying to make sure he liked me. I figured you wouldn’t go out with a girl that Tsukishima wouldn’t at least tolerate.”

Yamaguchi laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He held your face in his hands again, just admiring your face and the way you smiled at him. This smile seemed to be reserved just for him and he wanted to look at it forever.

That was the day that Yamaguchi promised himself he would never let you go. You were his now, and he didn’t ever want to lose you.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Hi, I really, REALLY love your writing, you're a amazing writer and I just want you to know it (ب_ب)♡

I don't know if you're up to, or if you did it before, but, can I request a female reader poly relationship with Armin and Eren? 👉👈 If you've done this or are uncomfortable doing it, you can ignore this request

You're so sweet! Thank you so much ت💛

And I haven't actually written something like this before so no worries you're the first! It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, although I appreciate you checking first, thank you🐛

Hmm since this is a poly, I guess it'll classify as a valid Eren x reader fic, welp gotta make him his own catorgy now.

Being in a Poly relationship with Armin and Eren HC

{ Armin x reader x Eren | tw:none | fluff | Modern }

{ "What's Behind the Door" by Hans Zatzka 1859-1945 }

You're the middle spoon most of the time. Armin prefers being the little spoon and burying himself against your chest before falling asleep, while Eren likes feeling you in his arms and just pulling you so close against him. On rare times they switch positions.

As a result, you wake up with the two of them wrapped around you. Good luck getting up with how grumpy Eren is in the morning.

Talking about Eren, he enjoys listening to you and Armin talk in general. It could be about anything from the weather to a book or even complaining about him and he'll just sit between you two and relax. It makes him feel at peace.

You're his safe place when the world gets too much, he could just hug you impossibly close to him before closing his eyes while you and Armin hang out.

In fact he enjoys watching you two do anything together, even mondaine thing like help Armin detangle his hair in the morning. Oh no, he won't help, but he will sit next to you and observe even if it means he too will be late to work.

Eren is one of those people who get out of bed, mess their hair a bit and then have perfect hair somehow. He could just tie it back and it'll look so good despite being effortless.

Armin likes how playful you and Eren can get, how much he teases you and how you answer back. Especially when the two of you are trying to make him pick sides and back one of you up, he acts innocent but in reality he's looking for a bribe.

Armin also enjoys how Eren is mostly down to his adventures and even looks forward to them, it also means convincing you to tag along will be easier and the three of you will have so much fun.

He also feels more confident and bold when both of you are by his side, his usual anxieties and worries getting drowned out by your voices and presence. Plus both of your assurance are a huge boost to his ego, he can actually tease back if pushed hard enough.

Be warned, a smug cocky Armin is a...dangerous one.

I'm not saying you and Eren will get roasted but...

The three of you live in Armin's place actually, since with his grandpa away in the farm, he has the whole apartment to himself.

Eren still visits his mom on the weekends tho, will drag you two along, she bakes you pie and sends you home with cookies.

Eren is just a completely opposite person in front of his mom, you and Armin can get away with almost anything in front of her.

It's actually Armin who plans dates for the three of you , picnics, arcades, beach trips, diners.

They actually enabler each other a lot, being best friends and all. A lot of times Armin would just get Eren to drag you into places or ideas he has and a lot of times Eren will get Armin to convince you that yes spending money on expensive shoes is a good investment.

They keep a tap on each other.

You have no idea the amount of things Eren broke by accident and Armin was quick to replace before you notice. Or the many times Armin almost backed away from showing you things he wrote or got for you wasn't it for Eren encouraging him.

Eren is really protective, for both of you actually. He makes sure no one is bothering you and always steps in whenever you're uncomfortable

Armin is really considerate, he knows both of your preference and a lot of small details. He takes your emotions into consideration and always has a plan B and knows just the right words to say.

The problem is that both of them are extremely jealous people who don't know how to deal with it.

For real, Armin would seem sad and distante while Eren will be passive aggressive. And all of that just because you told Connie you liked his shirt or laughed at something Sasha said.

They act like kicked puppies, and won't ever admit to being jealous they just look at you with puppy eyes till you pay them the same attention too.

Drama queens, both of them. Will whine and sulk if your attention leaves them for a second.

Armin has a special nickname for each one of you, while Eren goes for the typical "babe" and looks at both of you making you try to guess "which one?"

Armin likes holding your hand and kissing you cheek, Eren prefers wrapping an arm around you and kissing your neck.

Both of them are big on physical affaction, expect a lot of greeting and goodbye kisses also being pulled into a hug or to sit near someone at random times.

Armin likes taking pictures of you, together or each by their own. He keeps them in a scrapbook that you help him make, Eren tries to find the best spots for him to photograph.

While Eren plays Videgames, he likes having you and Armin by his side. Even if you're not playing with him he'll just enjoy looking at your direction whenever he preforms really well like a kid looking for praise.

They have really different taste in food, movies and dates. Despite that they rarely argue or fight about It, since they've known each other for so long they learned how to compromise.

Lowkey each of them still tries to pull you to like the things they do so you'll take sides.

Even if you're not around, they will talk about you between them. Just how gorgeous you looked today and how adorable that outfit looked on you.

Actually both of them have you alone as their lockscreen, even whilst having a lot of pictures of the three of them together, they just like it this way.

Both are also big on public affaction so don't expect the pampering to stop just because you're outside.

They're just so comfortable with each other and when you came along they had absolutely no problem in sharing you, actually they even prefered because the other is the only person they'd trust with you.

They also don't mind when one of them takes you on a private date just the two of you alone, just give the other a heads up and maybe bring them a snack or something.

You prefer romantic cozy dates? Armin would love to share his softest blanket with you under the fairylights while sharing a milkshake or your favourite drink and watching a romantic comedy sitcom.

And the next day, Eren would take you to his favourite restaurant before going to the arcades or cinema after. Drive around in the car while listening to music and occasionally stopping at really nice spots to enjoy the view.

Maybe the three of you could go to a waterpark and Eren would attempt the really high dives while Armin just happily floats around in the water.

Or maybe going to the beach and watching them put actual effort and planning into making a good sandcastle, Armin collecting the seashells while Eren gets the sand.

Being in a relationship with them means you'll get the best of both worlds yet never get bored or feel alone. They have really different tastes yet are so similar at the same time, you'll truely feel loved and cared for.

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Summary- going on a date

Character(s)- Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Mina Ashido, Aizawa Shōta

Warnings- just so one comes for me, everyones aged up!!, besides that none :)

Notes- ahh look at me trying to expanding my fandoms

Kaminari Denki

Definitely an arcade date. A simple yet fun idea.

Of course when he invites you, it mostly as a joke. He’s not expecting you to actually answer. But when you did this man is like so excited. If he could he would’ve planned the date that day but of course he waits till the weekend.

It’s a casual date, nothing to fancy just the 2 of you enjoy the little things. It’s one of those dates that feel like a date yet at the same time doesn’t.

It’s like those dates y’all see in like those cheesy romance movies. It’s a very cute date 🥺💕

Of course y’all don’t spend the whole date at the arcade, it was just the first out of many spots. Y’all basically play till y’all can’t anymore then go out to eat.

Y’all end up chatting about anything and everything, whatever topic pops up yall talk about it. At one point you make him charge you phone, limited his ability to talk. But you end up talking the most anyways.

After y’all had eat and enjoyed a dessert or 2, the 2 of y’all go a goof off at some random park. Talking on the swings, climbing up the monkey bars, petting to local cats.

Over all the date was just a simple one but it was probably the best one Denki has ever had and will have.

Before the date, he knew you only as a classmate, not knowing the small things about you. After the date he learns and remembers all the little things about you.

Your favorite color, your dream pet, what you what to do as a side job, how you wanna help people. All the little things.

Denki felt so unbelievably happy when the date was over. He hasn’t be on many dates before more like none so going on a date with you, and it being an actual date made him so happy. Y’all are definitely gonna be going in more dates from now on

Kirishima Eijiro

Unlike Denki, dates with Kirishima take a bit more time to plan. Kirishima loves to go hiking, so why not go on a hiking date with him.

You honestly had never been on one so you have no idea what y’all would even do but you decided to go along with it. It something new for you to try and plus Kirishima seemed really happy when he was talking about it.

You clearly underestimate him and the date. By a lot. To start of with, y’all met up together just as the sun had reached over the horizon. It was to early.

2nd, he just had to pick the most ‘manliest’ trail. It was an gorgeous trail, don’t think it wasn’t. There were so many animals, birds, and beautiful flowers. But also bugs, and awkward wooden stairs and rocks, and a lot of walking. At that point you weren’t sure if this was a date or extra training.

However, you went along with it. Although it wasn’t your thing, it was nice change of pace and something else fun to try. The date wasn’t bad either, the two of y’all cracked jokes, chatted about the latest gossip at the school and about y’all’s works study, and just talking about random topics.

At one point y’all ended up holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder, until however the 2 of y’all didn’t even know how or when y’all did it. The only time y’all noticed it was when Kirishima tried to head off into a bush to pee but next he knew you just continued to follow him. His flustered face was so unmanly.

After hours and hours of talking, sunset came and you noticed that y’all weren’t near the entrance of the trail. You brought your concern with him, but he simply smiled, grabbed you hand once again and asked, “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

There was no way you couldn’t trust that smile. So you continued to follow him until the sun began to dip under the horizon. And an hour before the light had disappeared completely, Kirishima brought you to a lovely field and a small picnic area

You were speechless, you were definitely not expecting that. It was so strange yet cute. So while you stood there, speechless, Kirishima began to unpack a bunch of snacks, of course ones that didn’t need to be referated. Once he set them all out, he looked back at you and smiled sheepishly, “Hehe, I hope you don’t mind a pinic date.”

and of course you loved it. The date lasted on for about 2 more hours before yall decided to head back. Although the walk back was scary and surprising a lot shorter bc he apparently knew a short cut, it was still fun. The date was very new and nice, it was very different from any date you went on before. So this just might become a regular thing for you.

Mina Ashido

a night out on the town all the way. Kinda like Kaminari but not at the same time...

Even though the date is technically at night. The 2 of y’all spend the day together anyways. Not going out and partying, but lazing around the house doing nothing. Mina liked to call it your girl time where y’all gossip, watch rom-coms, fantasize about the future, sending each other memes, simply stuff like that.

It wasn’t until around 5 when the date was finally starting. Y’all would get all dressed up, do each other’s make up, complement the hell out of each other, flirt, and try on like 5 different outfits before finally heading out.

The night started off relatively calm. The 2 of y’all would start the date off by going out to dinner at a somewhat fancy restaurant. Where y’all would continued to gossip and talk about random things.

After the dinner date the 2 of y’all would sneak off to an ice cream parlor and enjoy an ice or 2 together. Completely ruining y’all’s outfits. Besides the dinner date and the ice cream, everything after that wasn’t planned at all. It was all up to Mina where y’all would go.

To the club! Is the first place Mina’s gonna drag you too. It was popular club too where citizens, heroes and even villains would attend. The only rule that’s enforced at the clubs is: no sharing your real identity with a stranger. Besides that it’s a free for all.

Dancing, drinking, partying. They do it all, and y’all definitely do it all. Of course still having a sense of responsibility, y’all don’t drink too much but y’all definitely make that up on the dance floor.

While dancing you even ran into a few friends and decided to join their little party. Y’all did everything: drinking games, dance, encourage fights, ate till y’all couldn’t stand, threw it all up in the bathroom then did it again. You were pretty sure you saw some people from the league of villains but who cares. You were on a date not a night patrol.

Of course y’all aren’t super human well technically you are butttt so eventually even y’all had to call it quiets. It was around 3 am tho. It was a good thing that y’all didn’t have work in the morning. So the 2 of y’all said you goodbyes and slowly stumbled y’all’s way back to your apartment. Both of y’all took turned carrying each

As soon as y’all go home y’all had enough energy go pull off your outfits before crashing on the bed make up and all. The next morning, or next afternoon Mina was the first to wake up so she was quick to get dress and clean up before she began to make breakfast for you and a hot drink. When you woke up Mina was quick to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok.

Once again y’all spent the day doing nothing and relaxing with each. And after a night like that, y’all couldn’t ask for more.

Aizawa Shōta

This man is like so romantic...when he wants to be lol. It really all just depends on his mood. Normally a date with him would be a very simple and easy going one.

Because he is a teacher, there’s a lot of time where’s he stuck grading papers and when that happens, He loves to cuddle up with you under a blanket and while you watch a movie or read or play on your phone he’ll grade the papers. Taking many breaks of course.

Most of the time his breaks will consist of him complaining about how one of his students didn’t get a question right or didn’t even answer it or just put something crazy. Most of the time he’s not to talkative but when it comes to school, especially his students, he won’t shut up. So you let him rant, you enjoy hearing this stories too anyways. His students are amazing.

Occasionally if it’s a simple worksheet with an answer sheet he made before hand, He’ll make you grade the papers while he sleeps or does something else. You love when this happens cause then your can give them a few extra points just bc.

Of course the date is not grading papers with him. The date comes after. Once all the papers are graded, the 2 of y’all would put in some relatively decent clothes and head out to the nearest coffee shop. A chance to get y’all out of the house and a nice breath of fresh air. Normally it’s your idea to go on the date but Aizawa always loves it.

Once y’all reach the cafe that’s when Aizawa would normally take over the date. He’ll either find something else he wants to do like see a movie or take a walk in the part the. Something he’ll just want to go back to the appointment and just sleep and relax.

It really doesn’t matter what y’all do. Aizawa’s the type of person to just savor the time spent with you. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t mind what y’all do. With thag in mind, he would prefer to just lay around the house and cuddle but he’s also open to your date ideas.

Like I said before Aizawa can be one hell of a charmer when it comes down to it. So when y’all go on actually dates. He knows exactly how to dress, act, and what do it. It’s almost like a completely different person but his lazy reaction remind you he’s still the same man you fell in love with.

Even the romantic dates are simple, going out to eat at a fancy restaurant and going out for a walk hand in hand. If y’all do something too exciting, he thinks it will take away from your beauty and distract him so that he’a not focused on you. So he keeps the dates simple so that he won’t have any distractions from you.

To others y’all’s dates might be too simple and boring, but y’all love them. The dates aren’t about seeing how much y’all could do together, it about spending time with each. So if all y’all do it go off to some cafe that’s around the block and talk, y’all are completely happy and satisfied.

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #aizawa x reader #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki #kirishima eijiro #mina ashido #aizawa shouta #unknownwriting💕#mha x reader #bnha x reader

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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Class 1-A relationship headcanons

Part 2 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640893672076001280/class-1-a-relationship-headcanons

Part 1 - https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a

Fluff

Mezou Shouji

Best hugs ever

I mean what else is he gonna do with all those arms? Fight villains?

Y/n is the only one who can call him by his first name

Shouji is super tall and y/n just calls him “Mezou McTallMan”

He has like 5 million IQ and plays chess with y/n and they just sit their feelin stupid cause they keep losing

Shouji and Tokoyami are best friends and then when him and y/n get together all three of them are best friends and it’s adorable

Y/n never really cared about the mask but was like “hey you don’t need to take it off if you don’t wanna”

And it melted Shouji’s heart that they were fine with it

Thier hair is always ruffled because of how much he messes with it

They just don’t bother anymore

He doesn’t like getting to much attention so for events they have little at home/ in the dorm party’s with just a few other kids

He 100% takes advantage of how scary he can look

If someone is trying to get at y/n he will look at them with the most haunting glare in the world

(*cough* Mineta *cough* *cough*)

Kyouka Jirou

Rockin out to rock but also crappy 2000’s pop music at three am

Jirou will just be sitting beside y/n as they mess with her lobes

Y/n is as much as a crackhead as the rest of the Bakusquad so they all get along great

Bakugo has almost stabbed both of them for kissing in public and being affectionate in public

Coming back to the dorms all sweaty from going to a concert and jumping around for four hours straight

Has the hardest time trying to teach y/n how to play everything because it hurt their ~delicate fingers~

Leaning on each other’s backs and listening to music sharing ear buds 😫

Getting records and hanging them on each other’s walls and painting them if they don’t like the songs 💜

She has a ton of vintage art/ band hoodies and they just share them at some point because they keep stealing them from each other

Going to the arcade with Denki and Kirishima and whoever else wants to come

Y/n always says Jirou has a “out shine the stars smile” and she becomes a blushing mess every time

She’s not very good at comforting :(

She tries tho

She’s great honestly

Hanta Sero

He asks y/n if he annoys them and y/n legit feels so bad like “I love u so much don’t you dare think that>:(“

He likes saving up for dates and going to fancy restaurants and stuff but he’s fine with small inexpensive dates

They’ve gone to sixflags at least ten times and they have definitely broke a whole ride from messing around with his tape

That couple where even before they were dating they were dating

Jokingly kissing each others hand/ cheeks, cuddling up to each other, always asking if the other was going somewhere too, that kinda stuff

Hammock cuddles

I think you understand

Prank war in the whole dorm and y/n and Sero are the kings (or queens) (or non-binary royalty) of it

Bakugo has declared war on them multiple times but never goes on it because of how hard they go

Everyone has said it, you know it

Spider man kisses

He has almost passes out from the blood rushing to his head before

if Mineta walks up to y/n from behind he will tape him up and they can’t have a normal conversation without Sero glaring at him

So many inside jokes

Once y/n put his hair in a bun or something and he was like :0 “oh my god there’s a world without hair in ur face”

Sometimes either of them will sneak in the others dorm in the morning before they wake up and put sunglass on them or draw on their face

“This reminds me of u” insert simp meme

This boy will make sure y/n is always holding his werid long lanky hands

They teach Todoroki what “Yeet” means and now they all use it all the time unironically

Fumikage Tokoyami

👏head 👏scratchys 👏

Y/n has to get him a nightlight so Dark Shadow doesn’t go wild in the middle of the night

Huge edge lord y/n is his only soft spot

Watch dumb vampire movies

They binged all the Twilight movies in one night and everyone makes fun of them for kinda unironiclly liking it

I know Halloween is only really a american thing but they 100% have Halloween party’s at the dorms

They’d set up the whole thing

Y/n gets him black nail polish and skull rings and edgy everything

He has a box that takes up like half his closet of just gifts from y/n

He doesn’t do gifts as much as just spending time with y/n

He does love the gifts tho

Give each other plenty of space

Just say “hey I wanna be alone for a bit” and he’ll be gone in a second

He’s always the little spoons cause he’s scared of peaking their eyes out accidentally

They didn’t keep the relationship a secret they just aren’t very physically affectionate to each other

So one day Shouji is like “oh are you crushing on y/n? Like you are really nice to them and they give you stuff”

And he sits there like “dude we’ve been together for months how do you not know”

And then they are like maybe we should announce it just to make sure? So they do that and the whole class is in shock that they were together for so long and no one noticed

Jokingly calls Tokoyami “Emo Peacock”

You can’t tell me they try to do the Waltz as a joke but get really into it and do it whenever they hear any music now

Jirou could literally be playing hard core rock or heavy metal and they’ll be doing the waltz to it

Dark Shadow low key feels like a third wheel sometimes but then y/n give him a tight hug and he feels appreciated

Shouto Todoroki

Feeding the simps

So ya know that thing in the notes app where you can share notes? Yeah they share one of those where they list things they hate about Endeavor and after a month they are already on a thousand

Just sit in the same room

Could be doing anything not even envolving the other but it’s nice just to have the other there

Protecting the girls from Mineta together ❤️👏👏

at first it honestly just seemed like they were really good friends because they kept it a secret (mostly cause if it got out to the public Endeavor would find out and probably try to break them up)

Even in private they would just kiss the others cheek or forehead and hold hands and that’s the only difference

He talks to his mother about y/n a lot and she is so excited to meet y/n

She has really high expectations just because of how good they sound but does take in that Shouto is literally in love with them, he’s gonna have slight rose tinted glasses

Yeah their just as good as Todoroki made them out to be

When he told y/n about his childhood (endeavor, his mom, his scar, Dabi…) y/n cried because they felt so bad and cuddled him all day trying to help any way they could

They totally made him go to therapy 😌

Has a written down list of thing they said they like so he can get them one if they feel down

He has literally bought them a cat when they were feeling really down and y/n had to explain that he can’t just go and buy a cat when their feeling bad

They keep it tho don’t worry

He’ll turn off the air conditioning when he wants y/n’s affection

They’ll just come running at him and tackle him so he can warm them up/ cool them down

Expect goodnight texts

Make custom memes about how bad of a parent Endearvor is

Legit the start of Todoroki crushing on them overhearing them tell a friend that they don’t think Endearvor is a good hero/ deserves to be number 1

Once asked All Might to adopt Todoroki (I mean he thought about it for a second before Aizawa told him no)

Todoroki let’s y/n cook stuff on his left side

Deku will just wake up in the morning smelling eggs and think someone’s cooking but find y/n cracking eggs onto Todoroki’s left side

#bnha #Todoroki #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #mha fluff #mha shouji #shouji x reader #jirou x reader #Sero #sero hanta #sero x reader #bnha tokoyami #tokoyami x reader #mha #my hero x reader

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sokka-simp · 3 years

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Bakusquad x reader headcanons

A/N: These are headcanons for all of the bakusquad seperately, they’re all super random.

Also it’s kinda long 😳🤚🏼

Bakugo

Every morning(weekday, sure as hell not doing this on a weekend) he takes you out to go jogging/running

He always makes extra lunches for you and claims he did it on accident tsundere™️

He never gives public affection, he thinks it ruins his rep

He’s still a touch starved asshole tho so when youre alone expect cuddles forever

Need to pee, no. Need to do work, no. Need to do literally anything other than cuddle with him, no.

He has PTSD nightmares from the sludge monster, kidnapping, etc. and always begrudgingly goes to your room for comfort

He lays his head on your chest and you rake your fingers through his hair to calm him, he pretends he doesn’t like it but it’s so obvious he lives for it even if he only lets it happen when he had a nightmare or is vvvvvv tired/stressed

His mom loves you so much Bakugo gets uncomfortable when you go over because she acts to nice

He doesn’t EVER call you your actual name, only dumbass, shitty woman, idiot, babe(in private), baby(in priVATE), loves(IN PRIVATE)

Once he called you babe in front of the Bakusquad and they made fun of him for 3 weeks straight, they wouldn’t answer him unless he called them babe-so he obviously stopped talking to them- and they only called you babe.

You call him every name possible because this little shit gets FLUSTERED Babe, baby, babes, puppy(Pomeranian ass), dumbass, shit face, loves, bubba, Baku, Katsu, Suki, Suki Suki, Bakubitchboy, bakuhoe, etc.

He gets HEATED when you call him any of these in public, not so much the joke ones but if you call him a pet name your dead. When you called him puppy after class (no one was even around) once he turned into a tomato before chasing you around U.A and almost murdered you. Ngl you got the silent treatment (after being yelled at for an hour) for the rest of the day.

You don’t really spend the night in each others dorms because Bakugo goes to sleep at 8:30 and you stay up til 3 reading fanfiction, so it just doesn’t work

He tries so hard to get you to sleep like a normal person and it’s one of his biggest peeves that you won’t

This doesn’t mean you don’t nap together tho, when your both tired you take short power naps together with ✨lots of c u d d l e s✨

Youre a power couple in roasting people, Bakugo is just an asshole and you know how to say just the right thing to hurt someone just enough, so no one NO ONE messes with you guys but if the other is around and they seem to be in a bad mood they honestly don’t talk to you guys at all which is fine with Bakugo

You guys take showers together, especially after workouts, and wash each others hair and bodies and give each other massages

Honestly you guys are perfect

You still fight tho, this is Bakugo we’re talking about

Kirishima

You guys are soooooooooo affectionate

Always holding hands or touching, constant cuddles, hugs, kisses-all types, forehead, cheek, nose, etc.

The bakusquad makes fun of you guys for it but not so secretly thinks you guys are the cutest couple ever

All the pet names imaginable, you both never call each other your actual names, unless it’s cute nicknames

Baby, babes, love, shark, bubba, bubby, Kiri, Eji, Rou Rou, babe, my love, bear, literally anything, one time you called Kirishima tomato soup and he vibed with it

Bakugo thinks it’s the most annoying thing ever

You and Kirishima take boxing classes together, Kiri thinks it’s vvvvvvvvv manly

You have to call him manly a minimum of 5 times a day or he not so secretly feels like he failed at being manly that day

He always buys you your favorite snacks when your on your period(if u have one), doesn’t matter if it’s heavy or light he just does

You play baby shark to wake him up, he hates the song now but you think it’s hilarious

You dyed some of your hair to match his red hair and he said it was one of the manliest things he’s ever seen and had the goofiest smile on his face for a week

You guys spend the night in each others dorms constantly

You both go to bed late but not to late so it’s great and you guys cuddle the entire night

You both have your own drawer in each others dorms

He always goes to you for comfort when he feels bad about his quirk and YOU HYPE HIM UP

He once came to you feeling bad about his quirk and you gave him an hour long presentation PowerPoint and all about how he is the best and has an amazing quirk and then took him out wherever he wanted to go

He couldn’t be more grateful for you

You guys are honestly perfect

Denki

He sends you good morning and good night texts every day so you can start and end your day happy

They usually consist of bad memes and animal puns 🥺🥰😩

You quote vines with each other daily

You have prank wars ALL THE TIME

The bakusquad(even Bakugo) thinks they’re funny as fuck

One time you died Denki’s hair green by putting blue dye in his shampoo

He cried

After you guys pranked each other to much you decided to prank the bakusquad together

Partners in crime 💛 periodtt

You have video game nights where you stay up playing video games and eating junk food while cuddling

You always end up in his lap and he takes this as an opportunity to sabotage you during the game

It’s usually just you two but you’ve had the bakusquad join occasionally

Not a lot tho

You always help him study and give him rewards like kisses and cuddles

He really appreciates it because he has such a hard time focusing and you just help soooooo much

You guys are gods at weird nicknames

Corn head, Pikapie, Lightning McQueen, Zeus 2.0, Dasani, etc.

You call each other babe, baby and your names too but you both prefer the dumb nicknames

PDA is always happening but just full on making out, sitting in each others laps, piggyback rides, grabbing if u know what I mean, you guys go cRAzyyYYYyY

You spend the night with each other a lot like all the time

You both have fucked up sleep schedules tho so it takes you both a while to fall asleep

You guys just leave your stuff all over the others room-you guys need to give each other drawers 😳🤚🏼

He gets self conscious a lot but just hides it reaaaaaaally well

He always feels stupid because of his low grades and side affect from his quirk

Usually the nicknames and teasing don’t bother him but sometimes it just hurts so he’ll go to you

You HYPE HIM UP and make sure he knows just how amazing and smart he is and how much you love him then you usually take him out for food because yes❤️

You guys = perfect

Sero

Sero motherfucking Hanta is boyfriend material

He takes you out on dates every Saturday to literally everywhere-carnivals, the mall, stargazing, skinny dipping, beach days, the movies, dinner, and random shit too

He once took you to a drive-in movie but made you both get shitty costumes of the characters from Party City and then when the movies ended at like 1 a.m took you to get pancakes

His family loves you and yours loves him

His family has you over for dinner all the time and makes you the best food, also making your favorite

He plays video games a lot I can just feel it and when you don’t play with him you crawl into his lap while he plays

You cut his hair for him when it gets to long

You give each other massages after training

The good stuff tho, lotion and all

You guys don’t do a lot in public, you don’t care if people see you guys it’s just not something you do

You guys hug, hold hands, and kiss but that’s kinda it

You guys are both pretty chill about PDA in public (not being a prude like Bakugo but not having borderline public sex like Denki)

Your more intimate in private tho, you both just feel safer, you cuddle more, sit in each others laps, etc.

You both nap together at least once a day

Whether it’s in your dorms or on the couch in the commons it happens

Mina and Denki have plenty of pictures from all the times you and Sero fell asleep cuddling on the couch

You guys are pretty chill with pet names too

Baby, babe, Ta, etc.

Sometimes you guys throw in joke ones like tape face (Bakugo™️), tape worm, etc.

You 🍃 together, I don’t make the rules

You comfort Sero because he doesn’t feel important and he feels forgettable

That shit GETS YOU RILED UP

NO YOU ARE PERFECT

You don’t take none of that shit and you go into depth about how he’s one of the most amazing people you’ve ever met and don’t stop telling him reasons why until he’s smiling his huge ass amazing smile

You take him out to do what he wants after 🤪

You guys are honestly perfect

But like couple goals *100

Mina

She wakes you every morning, not with a text or phone call but by jumping on you or playing stupid songs like Never Gonna Give You Up or Old Town Road

You think it’s kinda cute and annoying tbh

She doesn’t do it on weekends tho so it’s all cool

You send each other tik toks all day every day

You both learn the dances together and one time she learned WAP and you died 😩

You take her out a lot for little dates like lunch, arcades, the mall, etc.

You watch all of her hip hop dancing competitions and stuff

You guys have matching necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, earrings and nails

She literally paints your guys nails to match🥺I don’t make the rules

You help Mina study before tests just to keep her focused and prepared for them

She make sure you kiss her every time she gets a problem right

You guys have a million inside jokes so sometimes when you talk the bakusquad doesnt know what’s going on

You guys don’t care if your in public or not you’ll show whatever affection you want

Kisses, hugs, cuddles, hand holding, lap sitting, you both give no fucks about who sees you

You guys do all the names

Your actual names, nicknames, pet names, joke names literally everything

Mina, DoDo, Mi Mi, baby, loves, babes a favorite of minas, bubba, alien, E.T, pinky pie, etc.

But like pet names and joke names are the go to

You guys spend a lot of time in Minas room because she thinks it’s so cool and takes a lot of pride in it, and it’s cozy

You spend the night there and have your own drawer

You hide aliens with cute letters and sayings written on them all over the 1-A building for her to find

At first other people would look at them but now they just ignore it lolz

You guys are vvvvvvv cute

You guys honestly are perfect💕

#mha #bakugo x reader #🥰🥺#kirishima x reader #denki x reader #sero x reader #mina x reader #this is honestly so cute #bakusquad x reader #headcanon #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #kirishima ejirou #denki kaminari #sero hanta #mina ashido

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enbyhiro · 3 years

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maybe ibuki or taka for your pinned HC ask game ? 📀📀📀📀

okay !! [i'll do both]

Ibuki 🎸

What they smell like:

- They smell kinda spicy and sweet, like cinnamon sugar coffee. But she also smells like sweat since she's usually sweaty from performing.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

- She sleeps on her side in a somewhat fetal position. They're always hugging onto something, and they're hugging tight. They're sleeping schedule is completely fucked, tho.

What music they enjoy: [side note: these are all english speaking bands cus idk any Japanese artist 🤕]

- Xey listens to artists like Radiohead, Pixies, Mudvayne, Daft Punk, MGMT, KoRn, The Neighborhood, etc etc

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

- On a good day, probably about 30-45 mins

Their favorite thing to collect:

- Guitar picks, dosent matter if they go with Ibuki's guitars or not. And she also likes collecting those car fresheners things

Left or right-handed:

- Ambidextrous, but mostly uses their right hand

Religion (if any):

- Agnostic

Favorite sports:

- Basketball and Soccer (Football)

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

- Loves going to parks in different countries. Xey also tries to bag a ticket or 2 for bands that are playing in the area.

Favorite kind of weather:

- She likes it when it cloudy. Not when its raining, but just before it does

A weird/obscure fear they have: [tw bug mention]

- Not necessarily weird or obscure but they reallly hate Centipedes and things like them. They had them a lot when they were growing up, and always found one in their room.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

- They kickass in those basketball games. She's also suuper good at those skee-ball games and Guitar Hero [stereotypical ik].

Kiyotaka 📕

What they smell like:

- Of course, he would smell like cologne, but he does have a hint of lavender to him from the cologne. Also, it light cologne cause too much gives him a headache.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):

- He sleeps in the side of his stomach [if that makes sense??] He's usually buried in covers, and honestly looks super comfy. He's sleeps a decent amount of hours, about 6½-8 hrs.

What music they enjoy:

- He would like artists like Joey Badass, Bring Me The Horizon, and Frank Ocean. He also appreciates older music [Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday] because of his father.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning:

- He tries to take at least 20 mins to get ready. Though, he could really take an hour from how early he wakes up.

Their favorite thing to collect:

- Pens, watches, and rings. Takaaki always gave Taka his old [working] watches and rings when he didnt like them anymore, or when they dont fit him anymore. For the pens, Taka just like pens, and he like clicking them :))

Left or right-handed:

- Right-handed

Religion (if any):

- Jewish

Favorite sport:

- He doesn't really like sports but he does like doing track, especially hurdling.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):

- He. Takes. So. Many. Photos. Mostly to keep the memories. Every places he goes to, he photographs it one way or another. He also collects souvenirs.

Favorite kind of weather:

- Rain, it calms him and he likes the smell.

A weird/obscure fear they have: [tw clown mention]

- Clowns. He hates, despises, abhors these mfs. He respects those who works as/talents are being clowns, but he hates the idea of them.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:

- That Speed of Light game. [For those who dont know, it's a game where you try to press the buttons that light up as fast as you can]

#salty asks #long post #ibuki mioda #ishimaru kiyotaka #tw bug mention #tw clown mention #this was fun :)#send more if you wanna !!

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dastardlydandelion · 3 years

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Billy having the bust appendix episode?

so i combined these into one thingy??

also the latter, uh, it's. like?? i played w ur prompt, dude, chose to focus more on the concept of "not lasting" w susan and max tho bc if i write neil for too long it'll inevitably turn into another murder fic.

ao3 link

content warnings: referenced/discussed abuse, brief suicidal ideation

“Day four of fever, fella. That’s no fun.” Susan sets the thermometer aside with a frown and brushes the back of her hand over his cheek.

Billy blinks slowly at the touch. It wasn’t that long ago that he would’ve pushed her away. He hasn’t exactly enjoyed having the Stomach Flu From Hell for the better half of the week, but he supposes if there was ever a time to get sick, it’s now. Because these past few days have been the last few days he’s ever going to get with Susan and Max. He can use being sick as an excuse to let them get close like this. He can let himself let them close without feeling defensive or embarrassed because after tonight, he’ll never see them again.

“I feel better,” he mumbles as she brushes his fringe back, pad of her thumb gingerly lingering over the nick in his brow. “Really, Sue, s’not as bad today.”

And it’s not. Today’s Wednesday and he’s been feeling shitty since Sunday night, sluggish and nauseous with a nagging stomachache. He managed not to puke up Sunday dinner until Monday morning, although he didn’t actually make it to the bathroom. Susan scrubbed it out of his bedroom carpet even though Billy told her to leave it. Max stayed home from school to keep him company, which really…genuinely meant a lot to Billy, considering skipping school meant sacrificing some of the little time remaining with her friends. And she did it to just to hang out with his sweaty, grouchy, probably contagious and definitely less sociable self.

His stomachache got worse throughout the day but he hadn’t said anything about it to anyone. Didn’t say anything on Tuesday either, even though by evening it hurt so fucking bad it was like there was an invisible knife carving into his guts, blade twisting so terribly the only thing that helped at all was curling into a fetal position. Billy was almost frightened, actually. He doesn’t believe he’s ever felt worse than the torture he went through Tuesday, not even at his father’s hands.

But he couldn’t say anything. Not with everything going on. He wouldn’t do anything to possibly compromise the plan. Couldn’t let himself do anything that could delay their escape. So he sucked it up and kept his mouth screwed shut, endured in silence.

The relentless agony of nonexistent knives twisting through his guts kept him up all night. Then very early this morning, just as the sunrise’s first rays began to lighten the sky, the pain subsided. Billy still feels uncomfortable and he’d probably hurl again if he got a whiff of goat cheese or canned sardines, but it doesn’t compare to the misery of last night.

“How about I put the kettle on? Ginger tea is good for stomach bugs.”

“Nah.”

“What about chamomile?”

“No.”

“Peppermint?”

“Stop, Sue. I don’t want tea.”

“Please. You’ve barely kept anything down all week and you’re sweating like a turkey at Christmas. You’ll feel even worse if you get dehydrated, Billy.”

Susan retracts her hand with a fretful noise in her throat and turns to the door. With a sudden spike of panic that she’s— she’s leaving —he frees an arm from the blanket and grabs her wrist. Susan jumps as though she’s touched a hot stove. Billy immediately lets go. He wasn’t thinking.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Susan, I just…”

Chewing her lip, she nods down at him. She carefully sits on the edge of his bed, one leg folding on the mattress, opposite foot still on the floor. She takes his face in her chilly hands and Billy heaves out a sigh.

“I wish things were different,” she murmurs. “If the, uh…if the p-place Max and I are going accepted boys your age, you’d be coming with us. I promise I’d take you with us if I could.”

The shelter doesn’t allow male children over age twelve, Susan had informed Billy the night she told him they were leaving. She’d said it apologetically, eyes sorrowful like the look she’s giving him right now. She’s said it like it scraped her throat on the way out, tragic and grave as though she were reading him his own obituary.

It was the oddest thing Billy couldn’t begin to comprehend. He wouldn’t go with them even if going with them was an option. And never had he ever expected it to be an option. He doesn’t understand why Susan is looking at him like that.

“I just grabbed you. I shouldn’t have grabbed you.”

Susan’s face twitches like he’s the one being weird, like it isn’t she who’s looking at him with all these things he never wanted from her.

“You didn’t hurt me, Billy, just startled me a bit. I’m as skittish as a doe and of course today is…it’s a big day.”

“…what time?”

Susan spares a glance to his door. Still shut. Neil’s getting ready for work and he wouldn’t dare enter Billy’s room right now anyway. Wouldn’t risk catching whatever Billy has. He’d sent Susan in the bathroom Monday after Billy had barely stumbled out, wan from the latest round of purging, in drill sergeant mode and demanding that Susan bleach every contaminated tile.

“Noon. I want to drive in the daylight. Max is staying home from school. I told your father she caught your bug.”

Billy raises a brow.

“She didn’t,” Susan clarifies. “But he didn’t question the excuse. She’s sleeping in, I think it’s best to let her sleep in. It’s a big day.”

“Big day,” Billy repeats quietly.

Susan’s hands are still on his face, gentle and cool. Billy feels hot. The past few days he’s felt too cold or too hot, no in between. He’s either burrowing under the blankets to ward off the icy chills or laying on the bathroom tile to ease the sensation of roasting in his skin.

“I’m going to make you some tea, okay? You don’t have to drink it, but I’d appreciate it if you did. Fluids are important, Billy.”

Susan slides her hands off and Billy wonders if perhaps that’s the last time she’ll ever touch him. She leaves his room. Quietly closes the door behind her. Billy rolls onto his side and wraps his arm around his stomach, wondering if he should’ve let her closer before. If he should’ve let Max closer too.

Maybe it’s better he didn’t. Maybe losing them would hurt more if he did. And it does hurt. Even when the minutes tick down to the time they will exchange their final goodbyes, he’ll never say it out loud, but it hurts. It’s going to gut him when they go.

But it’s good that they’re going. And it’s good that he’s not. Billy ensured early on that Susan knew never to act like his mother. And Susan never seemed particularly passionate about trying, maybe there was even some relief for her that Billy had shut down every feeble attempt, that she never had to claim him. Billy never asked for Max either. The responsibility of a little sister. The pressure of having to set a good example for her, more reasons for Neil to be pissed at him whenever he inexorably failed. Max thought he was cool when they were younger, then there was that really rough patch after the move, and now things are better.

Things are probably the best they’ve ever been between him and Susan, between him and Max, and he’s going to miss them. Billy wants them to leave. Billy wants to be left. But the separation, the severing, the knowledge that he will never see them again pounds his heart like brass knuckles. He’s never going to watch Susan take another spider outside in a tissue, humming her weird little singsong. He’s never going to have to groan and roll his eyes over being Max’s designated chauffeur to the arcade, the park, the monster movie matinee.

He’s going to be alone with Neil.

Susan brings Billy a ceramic mug of steaming tea. She feels his forehead and probes at the sides of his neck, humming in concern. He would never let her fawn over him without a fight on a normal day. He’s only receptive now because he knows they aren’t going to be in each other’s lives anymore. He doesn’t know what to do with the fact that he kind of likes the fawning, but maybe he wouldn’t— maybe he wouldn’t like it at all if she wasn’t leaving, maybe the leaving makes it special. Or maybe it’s easier to think of it that way than to wonder if it would’ve been better to have this kind of relationship all along.

Billy watches the steam rise from the mug. He doesn’t touch the tea. He’s exhausted and he finds himself drifting, dozing off…

When Billy blinks his eyes back open, he’s dismayed to find his stomach hurting again. It might actually be the stomachache that wakes him up. Either the stomachache or Max in the doorway, hand on the knob.

“Are you awake?”

“I am now.” Billy begins to push himself up on his elbows, pauses when his gut lurches.

So much for that plan.

He settles back, and rolls onto his side, tucking his knees up to his chest under the blanket. Some of the pain abates. This position is still the winner.

“Are you okay?” Max rests her hand on the mattress, cocking her head to the side. “Do you need the trash can again?”

“Nah.”

“Okay…My mom’s loading up the car.”

“Yeah?” Billy really hopes she isn’t here to ask him to help. If she does, he will, but just the idea of rolling out of bed sounds like a grandiose effort.

“Yeah. Can I hang out for a little bit?”

Something thick rises in his throat. “Sure thing, shitbird.”

Max climbs onto the bed and over Billy, jostling him enough to make him queasy. She sits at his back. He can’t see her but he feels her hand settle on his shoulder.

“Your room smells like gym socks and barf,” she remarks, scowl audible in her voice.

“When you catch this from me, your room’s gonna smell the same way,” he mutters. Only after the words have left his lips, does Billy really realize what he’s said.

Max’s bedroom here on Cherry Lane isn’t really her bedroom anymore. Susan’s putting her belongings in the car. The next time Max gets sick, maybe it won’t be in a bedroom of her own at all. Or it will be her bedroom in a house far away from here. It’ll be a room Billy will never go in and he’ll never have the opportunity to tease her.

“I’m kinda nervous about the shelter, Billy,” she admits, voice quiet and unsure. “I was nervous when we first moved to Hawkins too. But this is a different kind of nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Billy mutters. “You’re gonna be safer there than you are here.”

“Supposedly,” Max huffs. “You know Neil’s going to be pissed when he finds out. What if he comes after us?”

“I won’t let him,” Billy declares, meaning every word.

“Could you really stop him?”

Billy curls a little tighter in an effort to ease the pain spreading through his stomach. It’s beginning to be more than a nuisance but he’s doing his best not to be distracted. Max needs him right now. This is the last time he’ll ever be an older brother. That’s more important, that’s the thing he needs to devote his attention to. He never asked for the job and he hasn’t been exceptional at it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to soothe his soon to be ex-sister’s worries with her small hand shaking ever so slightly on his shoulder.

He cranes his neck back to meet her eye and flashes a winning grin he hopes looks less forced than it feels.

”Let’s put it this way, he’d have to kill me to get to you.”

Instead of being reassured, Max looks spooked.

“I really thought he was going to, you know. That night.”

Ah, that night. Billy knows which. He was feeling pretty ballsy, feeling strong and bold after a good workout and a couple of beers. When Neil got in his shit that night, for the very first time, Billy threw a punch.

He remembers thinking that things would go in his favor if he could just get Neil to the ground. That’s the last thing he remembers, actually. Thinking that. And maybe it really would’ve gone in his favor if he’d gotten Neil down. But he didn’t.

Billy doesn’t actually remember what happened. But it definitely wasn’t that.

“He wouldn’t really go that far, Max. Neil talks a big game, but I’m all he’s got and he knows it.”

Max doesn’t seem convinced in the least.

“I think that’s what made Mom decide we had to go,” she says quietly. “That night.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Billy says, tone sharp.

Max glowers, clearly disagreeing. Billy matches her stare.

“…I wonder if there will be other kids my age,” Max murmurs eventually, changing the subject.

Evidently neither of them want to argue their remaining time together away.

If there are kids her age, they’ll be girls, like Neil always wanted. No boys over twelve permitted stay. Billy shifts his head back, eyes sliding from Max and off to the wall. He’s starting to feel Tuesday night’s painful sort of nausea. Like his guts are going through a meat grinder.

“It’ll suck if I’m just surrounded by adults the whole time. However long that’s gonna be…Mom wouldn’t say.”

“Maybe she doesn’t know yet, Max.”

“Maybe not. She’s trying to keep her cool but I can tell she’s nervous. Even more than me and I can’t let on that I’m nervous at all, not to Mom, because then she’ll really flip her lid. She tried so hard to convince me everything will be okay at the shelter. She’ll feel like a failure if she knows I’m scared and Neil’s already made her feel a failure over and over. I won’t do it too.”

This is the last conversation they’re ever going to have. This is the last time they’re ever going to talk to each other. Max is on the precipice of another massive move to somewhere new. All the secrecy and uncertainties surrounding it make it all the more of a transition and Billy’s last job as her older brother is this conversation. He’s trying to focus on it, on her, but the pain in his stomach is growing more insistent.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?”

Billy curls his fingers in the bedsheets and silently begs for it not to get any worse. Not now. Max is leaving, Susan is leaving, fuck it— his fucking family is leaving and he can’t do this right now.

“…uh…yeah. I’m gonna get out of this Hawkins dump as soon as I can. And I bet you and your mom will find somewhere for yourselves better than this dump too, without Neil steering the wheel…how about, five years from now, we meet up in Cali? At least you and me, Sue can come too if she wants.”

Billy doesn’t think she would. Things have been better between him and his stepmother, yeah, but. He knows what he is. And Max— Max too, really. She thinks she’ll want to see him again now. Things have been better and maybe there’s even a part of her that still thinks of him as her cool big brother, but when she gets some distance, she’ll get some perspective and neither of them will want anything to do with him anymore. By then he’ll just be one more ugly part of an ugly life, the wayward offspring of the enemy.

By then he’ll be nothing but a reminder and no one wants reminders.

Max hums thoughtfully. “Yeah. We could do that, right? I always wanted to go back to San Diego…”

She squeezes his shoulder and Billy shuts his eyes. It’s getting harder to ignore how awful he feels. His whole body sagging with the overall illness laying him low. The torrent of nausea washing over him even though he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have anything left to puke up. The vengeful reprisal of the invisible knife, carving into his guts with a silent wrath.

“…does that sound good? …Billy?”

“What?” He blinks rapidly.

“The zoo, sick brain.” She huffs a little and gives his shoulder another squeeze. “In five years, let’s meet up at the zoo. In the gift shop where you stole the lion keychain.”

“Hey, you remember that.”

“You stole a gag giraffe toy for me too, the squishy one. When you squeeze it, the eyes pop out.”

“Pfft, yeah…I said, ‘look, it’s your mom’ and slipped it in your backpack.”

“I still have that giraffe, Billy,” she continues, voice determined. “I’m bringing it with me. I’ll look at it every day so I don’t forget our meeting place.”

Billy doesn’t really feel like talking anymore. He just wants to shove his head under the pillow and sleep it off, sleep it out. Wake up when his stomach isn’t being stabbed and his heart isn’t being strangled.

It’s a shining fantasy, that’s all. A fuzzy, glowing thing that will never happen. He’s just playing along for Max’s sake.

“What day, Max?”

“I was thinking the Fourth of July. You dad always made sure the fourth was the biggest Hargrove household holiday.” Billy can hear her roll her eyes. “Neither of us will ever forget that date, not even in five years.”

“Okay,” he agrees. “Sounds good. We’ll meet again at the San Diego Zoo gift shop in five years, on the fourth.”

“Pinky swear?”

Moving makes the pain worse. Any movements, even small ones.

“Nah. My hands are all sweaty and contagious, you don’t wanna touch ‘em.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m not getting you sick, Max,” Billy states firmly. “You’ve got enough going on.”

There is a pregnant pause.

“I really do,” she says eventually, her tone wary. “I hate Neil. But leaving him means leaving you and my friends, and going somewhere with a bunch of total strangers who have their own Neils who might come after us.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“It could! Stranger things have happened! Stranger things happen all the time!”

Max smacks her hands together and does something with her arms that shifts her weight and in turn, shifts the mattress. The minute movement multiplies the knives and the stabs, and Billy agonizes, grinding his molars against a hiss as those knives in his gut twist so hard he’s already seeing fireworks.

“What’s wrong?”

It hurts so bad. This isn’t the flu. Billy doesn’t know what it is, but it’s definitely not the flu.

“Billy?”

Christ, is he dying?

“Hey.” The back of Max’s hand rests against his cheek, smaller and warmer than her mother’s was, fabric bandaid under her knuckles now protecting that scab she wouldn’t stop picking at. “Geez, you’re burning up. Are you dying?”

He’d gibe back at her if he wasn’t seriously evaluating this possibility. He momentarily considers telling her that he is, that it’s so fucking bad it’s like knives. Then he blinks and Susan’s here, half-in-half-out, one foot over the threshold of his bedroom, the other still in the hallway.

“Time to go, Max.”

Max inhales sharply above his ear. Billy composes himself. He clears his throat and does his best to keep his voice steady.

“You heard her,” he mutters. “Get your ass outta here, lemme sleep this off.”

Abruptly, Max’s weight flops over his torso, arms squeezing. She’s hugging him. She’s hugging him and the pain is so bad it’s blinding. Billy traps a scream between his teeth, burns with shame as the tears spring to his eyes. He can’t bring himself to uncurl enough to push her off. He can’t bring himself to uncurl enough to hug her back.

“Germs,” he manages to grate out, hoping it’s enough.

Max’s arms unlatch and she climbs down from his bed. Billy’s head spins with reeling pain and nausea as she trots across his floor for the final time. She stands at her mother’s side, no longer his responsibility.

“Bye, Billy.” Max’s lips twitch in a sad smile, her hand raised in a halfhearted wave.

Susan steps aside to let her through and lingers for a heartbeat, frowning at him.

“I hope you feel better, Billy…”

“Your tea was bitter,” he gripes even though he hasn’t taken a single sip.

Susan’s eyes sharpen. She sees something, Billy isn’t sure what. Her lips part but he speaks first.

“Please get out.”

So he can cry. So he can scream. It hurts, he hurts. His stomach, his heart. It’s horrible, he’s horrible.

Susan bobs her head and obliges, making herself scarce. Billy hangs onto the sound of steps getting further away. He doesn’t let the tears fall until he hears the door close and then he’s smashing his face into his pillow to smother his sobs in cotton stuffing. Forces himself to stop because crying’s making it worse, much worse, his shoulders are hitching and moving is anguish.

Something is so very wrong.

Billy can’t even think around its wrongness. Last night the pain was sharpest in his side but right now it feels like his whole stomach is burning. He shifts even slightly and his stomach burns with white-hot pain but he’s so cold everywhere else.

Billy lies still and curled and quiet, impatiently waiting for it to get better. If he doesn’t move, it should get better. Curling like this helped last night and then this morning, the pain went away.

Will it go away again if he just keeps waiting?

He’s already waited so long.

Will it come back even worse?

Could it get worse?

That’s a stupid question, everything can get worse. If there is anything Billy has learned in his life, it’s that there’s no real rock bottom. It can always get worse.

That shove will turn into a slap. That slap will turn into a punch. That punch will multiply into many punches. The opposite arm will lock around your throat so those punches can keep pummeling the breath right out of you and the night you think you’re gonna punch back—

No such thing as bad as bad gets, no limits, maybe if he really is dying, it’s for the best. Maybe dying is the best goddamn thing that can happen to you in a world where invisible knives slicing into you and screams shriveling like dead leaves—

(everyone leaves, doesn’t matter if it’s autumn)

—behind your chattering teeth could very well be the least of your suffering. It hurts so bad he can barely breathe.

Billy forces himself out of bed anyway. He always gets up even when he doesn’t want to, but today he’s outstandingly bad at it. His organs must be pureed from all the silent stabs and his legs buckle under him. His hands fly out when he falters, ceramic mug knocked off his nightstand.

When the tea spills on him, it’s cold and Billy’s confused because it’s supposed to be hot tea. Then he’s confused at his own confusion because no fucking shit it’s cold now, it’s been out for hours.

How many hours?

When did Susan put the kettle on?

How long has Susan been gone, Max in tow?

It feels like an eternity but Neil isn’t home yet, so Billy knows that’s not true. He has no idea what time it is, but he knows he’d know if Neil was home. Neil makes his presence known. Neil doesn’t set foot in this house without immediately staking claim to everyone’s attention.

Everyone?

There is no everyone anymore. Just Billy and Neil now. Billy got out of bed with the intention of finding his keys. Driving himself to the hospital. Because it’s been hours, how many he isn’t sure, but enough of them to mean he needs to go to the hospital. Go to the zoo?

No, he— he can’t go to the hospital.

He could make himself get up. Demons slice their claws through his stomach with every chill that wracks his frame and garble their guttural taunts right into his ears but he could get up. He could but he won’t, he knows better.

If Billy goes to the hospital, they’re going to call Neil. It’s a small town. Someone will know who he is even if he pretends to be too out of it to say. Someone will know he belongs to Neil and then Neil will be called. Then Neil will find out even sooner that he’s been left, and he’ll get mad, and Billy doesn’t know what he’ll do with the anger but it won’t be good.

Max and Sue need as much time as they can get, as much distance between him and his dad as possible before he finds out. He’s going to find out but they got a head-start and Billy won’t sabotage that. It’s better for him too, in case Neil decides to turn the rage his way. Neil takes responsibility for jack shit, he might even decide it’s Billy’s fault they're gone, because he got left behind to blame.

Billy could make himself get up but he won’t. He just pulls the comforter off the bed and over himself on the floor. It’s so bad he could writhe but that too, would make it worse. He’s waiting to watch a demon claw its way out of his stomach, like that scene in that one movie he watched with Max.

It wasn’t the last movie he watched with Max. Billy doesn’t remember the last movie he watched with Max, the last movie he’ll ever watch with Max. He’s never going to see her again. If he dies here on the carpet, he supposes he’ll never see anyone again.

Crying about it won’t help. Crying doesn’t solve anything.

Something is making a horrible yowling sound. There’s a stray cat in the neighborhood, it must be right outside his bedroom window. Or else it got inside somehow, it sounds so close. Its cries sound so wretchedly human.

Billy isn’t a brother anymore, he has demons twisting their pitchforks in his stomach, he’s too cold to catch his breath, and his cheeks are very wet. He doesn’t have any time or energy to chase around a stray cat, to stop it from making a mess.

Billy does not die on the floor. When his father comes home at first his yells are angry and then his yells are fearful. He calls an ambulance and cradles Billy close until it comes.

Billy loses himself in the whirlwind of activity that follows. He gets poked and prodded and jabbed, and someone blessedly takes his pain away but Billy doesn’t know who because everyone’s faces blur until they all look the same. He has too many white blood cells and not enough hydration.

Dehydration, that’s deja vu. But it’s not Susan talking about dehydration this time even though he wishes it was. He wishes it was?

Yes. No. She needed to get out. Max needed to get out. Billy has too many white blood cells and not enough hydration, and his fever’s so high they might as well bake cookies on him and— and if his mother were here, she would like that one, yeah, he definitely got his dry wit from her. Sardonic snark is right up Mom’s alley. But she had to get out too, everyone has to get out.

Except Billy. He’s fine. Well, he’s not fine, apparently he needs surgery, but he doesn’t need to escape. One day he will, but he doesn’t need to. It’s not a necessity. No matter what Max saw That Night he doesn’t remember, Neil would never kill him.

Neil would never, ever kill him. Billy is his only legacy. Piss poor legacy from Neil’s standpoint, sure, he’ll never let him forget it. But nonetheless, it’s the only one he’s got. Billy may blow his brains out when he gets bored of his twenties (if he even makes it that far) just to spite the bastard because he doesn’t want to be his good-for-nothing piece of shit legacy, he never asked for that.

But now is not the time to begrudge all he didn’t ask for, now is the time to count backwards.

“Dad?” Billy calls into the quiet nighttime of the room, blinking fuzzily at the figure slumped in the chair beside his bed. His throat feels like sandpaper, he swallows with an effort and tries again. “Dad?”

Neil stirs this time, eyes brightening, alert on Billy. “I’m here. Do you need something?”

Billy pauses. “M’sick, right?”

“Sure as shit you’re sick,” Neil huffs, eyes narrowing. “Almost lost all three of you in the same day.”

The words bounce around Billy’s skull.

“Susan left me,” Neil continues slowly, anger shimmering like hot coals underneath the veil of weariness. “All her stuff is gone, she took Max too. I don’t expect you knew anything about that?”

“No, sir,” Billy denies. “I thought they went shopping.”

“No. They certainly didn’t go shopping. They cleared out and left us behind. No explanation, no letter, not even a note.”

So it’s ‘us’ now, huh?

Billy widens his eyes, does his best to seem surprised as he attempts to sit up. Then he really is surprised, first at how awful of an idea that is, and then at realizing the blanket covering his hospital bed is one from home. One of Neil’s, fleecy and worn.

“Grabbed a few things from home. Needed something to do to keep my mind busy. You were on the operating table twice as long as they told me you were gonna be, Bill. Scared the hell out of me.”

“…why?”

“I’m told your appendix ruptured before they opened you up and that complicated things…you’re gonna be here for a little while, bud.” Neil gently rubs his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

He answered the wrong question. Billy wasn’t asking why it took longer, he was asking why Neil was scared. But he doesn’t correct him. He swallows and hopes Max and Susan are safe. He wonders just what time they got to wherever they were going. Susan never shared the location or ever alluded to the distance from Hawkins. He hopes there were no mishaps along the way, no flat tires or fender-benders, or murderous traffic in backed up lanes.

“Not a baby,” he mutters. “Not gonna bitch about a stupid stomachache.”

At that, his father raises a brow. He gives a shake of the head and his hand leaves Billy’s shoulder. He makes a low noise in his throat that almost sounds like approval and covers Billy’s forehead with his hand. The heel of his palm is calloused and Billy knows he’s been hitting the bottle when the unmistakable scent of warm beer wafts over his nostrils.

“Well, it’s just us now, tough guy. You need to speak up if something’s really wrong, capeesh?”

He said it again. Us. They’re an us once more. Billy tiredly lifts his hand, bracing his elbow on the mattress to give his father’s forearm a squeeze.

“Yes, sir.”

#my fic tag #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #susan hargrove #max mayfield #anonymoose #i hope ur down w the combo #if not i'm open to writing smth else but pls don't be rude

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