#anyways sorry about being emotional about the game that’s destroyed my life

[fujii-draws]

The game is actually so wrong for this.

[desultory-novice]

"Evigheden"

"...I'm sorry..."

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"...Hee! Noir, you smell kinda moldy." "Yeah? And now you're going to smell that way too."

"...Because I'm not letting you go for anything."

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Sometimes, the collar is a metaphor...

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[Apologies AU Masterpost]

Also sorry if the first panel is unclear. Adeleine isn't trying to clumsily remove the visor, she's reaching in to touch his face to let him know she's there, as Noir is blind and deaf in this particular form, outside of what information the petals take in and transmit to him. They can't recognize qualities of the voice, ie, that it is his beloved little sister, simply that "some" voice is talking to him. They are also what transmits his "voice" (more like a droll, ghosty monotone) outwards.

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Anyway, I was revisiting some of my favorite fairy tales, including HC Andersen's "The Snow Queen" (where the title originates) when I realized just how well parts of that story fit Adeleine and Noir.

In seconds, I'd written up a fresh script and was drawing this. It's a little rushed/uneven because I pushed myself to finish as quick as possible so that this could be my official last art post before my surgery tomorrow, figuring it was a good note to leave things on.

Call it ~fairy tale magic~ (although I imagine this is set sometime AFTER the Dark Matter Trilogy rather than during. Perhaps after Zero's "favorite tool" was discovered to be broken beyond repair and with Zero itself destroyed, 02 and the rest of the Dark Matter cut him off from the hive and left him to starve to death in the ruins of Shiver Star, where Adeleine eventually discovers him after revisiting her journey with the others) ...but at least we've got x1 Noir saved now!

(...How many more to go...? ^^; )

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Because I know you folks care about lore, drone-type or unhatched Dark Matter "feed" off energy provided from the Hive Queen and they will burn in the light without their queen's protection.

Main game Shiver Star is actually MANY years removed from the Shiver Star Adeleine and Noir grew up on. (Adeleine fell through a dimensional rift halfway off planet and wound up on Popstar YEARS later than she left. It's a...complicated...story I'll tell later, while Noir has been Dark Matter for much longer than it seems) So, in addition to there being no more people there, there is significantly less of the kind of light that harms Dark Matter. (Is it, in fact, DUE to the lack of living creatures on the planet?? Dun-dun-dun?!)

Speaking of lore: "Wasn't there a literal parasite inside this version of Noir?? Like, an eyeball in his chest? Is that just gone now?"

Fufufu...

It is not GONE, for no one goes through life without some consequences. Though it was starved into hibernation and made further dormant by ~the healing power of love~ Noir does retain some piece of Dark Matter living inside him. A creature inside that grows stronger feeding off his negative emotions. 

He will simply have to learn to control it instead of giving in.

...Just like the rest of us humans. ^_-

[vexy-hexy]

Just came up with a new TMNT 2012 AU I want to write in, like, 20 minutes (well, maybe, IDK if anyone else has come up with something exactly like this)

IDK a name yet, but anyway, here's what I have so far:

Raphael never meant to hurt his brothers while playing, but he always seemed to be a little too rough for them and Sensei would always put him in timeouts. He could understand why

But then there were the times his brothers seemed to push him into a reaction, taking his book or toy from his hands, leading him to try and get it back, or making fun of his poor writing and math skills until he cried frustrated tears. Once, Mikey even ripped his drawing

But he was always wrong

He didn't get it, do his feelings not matter like his brothers’ matter?

Maybe if he was more like Leo, his Sensei would care for him more, maybe then he would matter

But he never was as good as Leo, not to his Sensei at least, regardless of how many moves he mastered, or how helpful he tried to be, or if he beat Leo in their daily sparring matches. In fact, he seemed to get in more trouble if he beat Leo at sparring, always being kept back with his Sensei to go through punishment back flips

He asked once, only to be shut down and told he was imagining it, but after prodding his father more, he… he called him Saki

Saki?

As in… Oroku Saki? The man Sensei said took away everything from him? His love, his daughter?

That Saki?

Splinter saw him as Saki?

Why?

He didn't get to ask, as his Sensei, his father, rushed out of the room, a look of horror on his face

After some thought, he realised that, if Sensei believed him to be like the man who destroyed his prior family, he would prove him wrong. He would protect his family, no matter what, even if it costs him his life

And the first thing he needed to protect them from? Himself

So he begins pulling away, not playing games with his brothers, not trying at sparring in hopes he doesn't hurt them, training more by himself, etc, etc.

Still, it's not enough, because Mikey, upset at being ignored by Raph, pushes him by breaking or losing his favourite toy car (He only planned to threaten it, as children sometimes do, but Raph rushed him. Now the car is gone and Mikey has a black eye from the tussle)

Again, Raph is the only one in trouble. Realising he can't have important things laying around, he sneaks out in hopes of finding a hiding spot for his more prized things. After all, if they can't get to his beloved stuff, he won't feel the need to go at them, right?

As they grow, Raph withdraws more and more, barely even speaking to them unless he has to (he can't get too close to them, if he has to protect them with his life later on, they might be sad. Besides, what if he accidentally hurts their feelings). Hell, he even learned how not to emote

Naturally, Raph ends up in comatose instead of Leo. He shuts down when Shredder kills Splinter because that should've been him. What kind of protector is he?

Sorry for any errors, I typed this whole thing out in 20 minutes while at work, and I've been up since 5AM

ETA, if you wanna expand on this idea more and write a whole fanfic about it, please do

The only thing I ask is that you credit me for the inspiration and that you link me to or tag me in the fanfic because I'm really excited to read whatever people come up with when inspired by my post

[journey-to-the-attic]

If this is weird feel free to ignore (and this is not really an ask there is just no anonymous way to send this in) but. I literally can't imagine Devildom without IK now? Even if IK isn't there in a major way, whenever I throw OCs into the Devildom they are usually the second group of humans thrown into the exchange program (with IK and Solomon being the first group). One is most often a sorcerer in training that is more bluff than power and has no idea why he's there but self-delegated himself to protecting the second human, usually my 'considered non powered for whatever reason' human. More often they just sort of know IK exists but are too intimidated by Lucifer and Co. to try and approach. They usually live in Purgatory Hall, though Cocytus Hall is also sometimes used because of Nightbringer. My most 'infringes on IK's existence' was a time when the normal human was IK's half sister from the mom, and her relationship with IK ranged from 'IK is tolerating you' to 'IK does not understand why you are jealous of her' (the half sister also did not have a great relationship with their mom so would get jealous that IK's dad seemed to love her). I then feel a strange guilt for infringing on your idea too much so I just?? Drop this particular OC on and off? Final random ramble thought, I use the name Yuukiran a lot for the non-powered OC because it combines three MCs from various games.

... sorry for all of this I ended up brain rotting in your ask box

don't be sorry!! this is genuinely super cool - just the feeling that jtta influenced how you think about this universe to this degree is Insane (in a good way)

your ocs sound cool too!! absolutely don't hold back on my account, keep thinking about them, keep rotating them in your mind microwave - it's the best part about creating silly little guys! the idea of ik's mother having a child again later in life (when she feels more ready to), but having the whole situation with ik and her dad sort of Haunting her through being a parent... now that's some prime impending-therapy-for-mother-issues material. i can see ik sort of half-heartedly trying to befriend her, but depending on how receptive the half-sister is she might prefer to keep her distance, especially given her own emotional baggage in regards to their mum

also i always think about this when the notion of a second exchange year comes up so i've definitely mentioned it before, but just the idea of diavolo proposing it like "the first one went so well, let's do it again, deepen our ties between realms!!" and satan stares at him like "your first ever non-magic human visitor died"

maybe another reason your sorcerer-in-training feels the need to protect the non-magic student is because they spoke to solomon and he was like "yeah the year went great, you'll make friends that'll be there for you forever! oh by the way, take care of your other human, because my one literally died and it kind of destroyed her for a bit and jsyk watching that sort of thing destroys you a little bit too. it does build character though! anyway, have fun!!!!!"

[sburbian-sage]

I have a theory about why that guy didn't get Knight syndrome:

I firmly believe that each class in Sburb is basically a different take on what it "means" to be mature.

The Thief, for example, is for those people who think maturity means being yourself no matter what anyone else thinks, proving yourself to be useful in a material sense to the point that you cannot be disposed of, etc. while not really valuing the interpretations of maturity that focus on socialization, or doing what others want you to do, or not spending resources, or what have you.

To give another example, the Maid would be someone for whom maturity means doing your job. No matter how tireless, thankless, and generally exhausting it is. Someone who's idea of a mature adult does not particularly include moments of rest or relaxation beyond perhaps the occasional scheduled-out and earned vacation.

So my idea of the Knight is: in another game, where classes didn't have the one syllable rule, the Knight would be called the Soldier.

And not the actual reality of a Soldier, but instead, the sort of culturally idealized version. Someone who must fight. Not because they want to, but because they have to. For the money to support their family, to defeat an intolerable evil, for the sake of their friends, and so on.

And of course, the absolute most idealized version of a Soldier, must not enjoy fighting. They cannot revel in war. It is their grim task, that they must train to even be capable of performing, and that will scar them forever.

I think Knight syndrome is Sburb trying to force that last bit. Which it kind of needs to do, because you mostly just kill underlings in this game, and they are mostly not worth thinking about when it comes to morality. The task at hand, while still grim (creating new worlds that will themselves someday be destroyed to make more Sburb sessions), is almost the opposite of what this "ideal" Soldier should struggle with. They should not be fighting for a dubious goal, they should be fighting for a glorious one, but have to do awful things to get there, and the game (mostly) just isn't set up like that.

So if a Knight doesn't experience Knight syndrome, then I think by this logic there's a few reasons why that may be. That guy seemed to imply that he was generally following orders from others about what to do. I think that's normal for a Knight, as a passive class (bluh, something about that doesn't sit right with me, but that's a topic for another time) but I do think most Knights struggle with it?

I think that "following orders" is something the hypothetical Soldier class would be a bit mixed about. Obviously a lot of people's idea of the perfect Soldier *WOULD* disobey orders sometimes, to do what's right instead. But then, in real life, doing that could be downright treasonous.

So I think a gradient may exist. If there was ever a Knight who truly believed in their heart of hearts that following the orders of others was part of their duty, to such a degree that it should exonerate them of everything, that to apply their own will would make them a *bad* Soldier... they could perhaps skip the "put their emotions aside" thing that the Glitch FAQ says they are to do. No need for it. They truly and absolutely believe that questioning what they are doing is not something they are supposed to do, and so they don't.

And without that self doubt, the game can't spin up the syndrome inside them.

...Well, those are my guesses anyway. Sorry this was so long! Hope it doesn't read like total nonsense! I've only ever rolled Knight once, and personally my syndrome was so bad I nearly didn't make it through the session, so I'm not really speaking from experience.

The first bit on "Classes as a meant to maturity" is pretty commonly accepted game lore, which is not only corroborated in how Classes are attributed, but GGTG even made the "Knights are soldiers" metaphor originally. I understand it's building up to the main point though, so I won't harp on it.

A more critical misunderstanding is that Knight Syndrome is not exclusive to Knights. It happens to Knights *frequently*, most likely because the Knights have to suppress their own desires to act as executioner (as opposed to the Page, who achieves actualization through constant combat), but Knight Syndrome is found in both the Combat Classes. And if you're willing to entertain my iconoclasm, might just be a general "tendency" that we point out more frequently in the Combat Classes, in the same way everyone makes home bases and hideouts but we recognize a Seer's Den as being a specific thing for questionable reasons. The same way everyone gets hasty and makes an assumption that causes issues, but we pathologize it when Seers and Sages do it, even though I've never made an assumption that didn't end up being correct. But that's beside the point.

The point I AM getting at, is that Knight Syndrome, from my perspective, happens for a few reasons. Firstly, Page/Knight is assigned to people who don't want to fight in the first place, so breaking down and not wanting to fight later on hardly seems surprising. Second, while Underlings are basically negligible as far as killing goes, a Combat Class fights in a fundamentally different way. Other people fight Underlings they run into while doing a task, or temporarily go on a grinding spree when they need Grist. Pages and Knights are constantly getting sent to the really tough bosses, the enemies with nasty or tricky abilities, the Atomyk Ebonpyres, or "advanced Grinding duty", which is certainly more stressful than "normal combat", where those things are to be avoided or circumvented. Third, and more specific to Knights, it's the eradication of the self I alluded to earlier. Where the Page wields their Aspect like a weapon, it's not a stretch to say that the Knight is turned into a weapon by their Aspect. They have to walk up to other people, ask for permission to kill something, or get told to kill, and they walk off and do it. That's the essence of a soldier, and it can be quite dehumanizing. I know I hate being told what to do, so imagine my angst if my job for the entire Session is not only to get bossed around, but to constantly put my body at risk doing someone else's dirty work.

I do agree with your final conclusion though. If one not only doesn't mind the dehumanization inherent to soldiering, but in fact derives comfort or strength from it (strong sense of duty, abdication of responsibility, genuine love for challenge, weird sex thing), then it's unlikely to sap them of the will to fight, thus preventing Knight Syndrome. Though I do have to say, I still find the "I'm immune to Knight Syndrome because my brain is wired wrong and I'm literally built different" explanation to also be a compelling alternative. God personally hand-crafted that guy to be a Knight and like it.

[poussacha]

Steddie Guide: A (Study) Guide for Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Fanfiction (Part 2)

Okay I'm back with PART TWO of this Steddie Guide. If you'd like to read PART ONE, please click here. You can also view all of these in an airtable (as one part).

Again, just reiterating that this guide is LONG and I've been working on it for over a year. If I'm missing some of your favourites please understand that I follow a stict criteria for guides. I don't read anything with less than 10k or more than 500k. I ONLY read complete works (this includes series). And for this guide specifically, I didn't include fics with Billy Hargrove in them and didn't read many Modern AUs.

Without futher ado, here's the second part.

BEST OF AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Doing Nothing With You

by redoaktree | Rated M | 106,402

Steve and Robin get a two bedroom in Hawkins. It's perfect, except for all the ways it isn't. Drafty windows, clogged drains, shitty landlord. But it's got a couch. A couch that's often occupied by Eddie Munson. Home isn't really the kind of thing Eddie has much of anymore, ever since his trailer became the primary source for all his nightmares. Luckily, he knows of a semi-comfortable couch where he's always welcome.

Despite all it's problem, the house has perks. Primarily, it's somewhere Steve can actually call home. Secondarily, it's somewhere he can share with the people he loves.

AKA: The fruity four live in a convoluted roommate situation, and romance happens along the way.

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𝗑 slow burns that ruined my life 𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 stories that made me cry so hard i threw up 𝗑 best of the best slow burns 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 BEST OF TAG 𝗑 100k+

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BEST OF VOL 4 (and 5?) REWRITES

Sanctuary

by SpicedSage | Rated E | 47,584

After Steve Harrington goes missing, Eddie Munson gets exposed to the secret dangers of Hawkins, Indiana in 1985 instead of 1986.

Will a different first meeting lead to a change in his fate?

Bookmark Comments: How can something be so horny and so soft at the same time? God I love dirty talk. Why am I always the Steve in every scenario sfjsdlk (bc i’m stupid and submissive lbr)

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𝗑 steddie guide to being super horny but also like in love and shit 𝗑 Domestic 𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 Kink 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 25k+

Not Fade Away (A Cover)

by dorcas_gustine | Rated E | 37,591

Vecna is dead, Eddie is cleared of all charges, Robin shakes on a bet and Steve Harrington has got game.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: This is what I imagine it's like to be loved.

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𝗑 Found Family 𝗑 Vol 4 Rewrite 𝗑 this is the canon ending if you ask me 𝗑 stories that made me cry so hard i threw up 𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 25k+

Just a rhyme without a reason

by doriangrayscale | Rated M | 78,139

The mall is destroyed. El’s lost her powers. Billy’s dead. So is Hopper. Steve is probably fucked up mentally for life, but what else is new? Steve has a pretty good thing going. He has kids to take care of, an awkward lesbian to advise. Max needs a big brother. Hawkins is his home, and Steve can’t just leave. Not while he’s still needed. He knows one day he won’t be. But for now, it’s enough.

Or: the Harringtons sell their house before the real estate market goes belly-up. Hawkins has been going downhill for years, anyway. His parents give Steve a choice: move with them and finally take that job at his dad’s company or get left behind. For Steve, it wasn’t much of a choice at all. He may not have a house anymore, but his BMW’s backseat has served as a bed plenty of times already. No one has to know. The party has enough problems to worry about.

Or: Eddie Munson worms his way into Steve’s sorry little life months before Vecna rears his ugly head.

Or: Steve Harrington, a character study.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 7/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: What do you mean this isn't how series 4 went? Fuck off.

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𝗑 Found Family 𝗑 Vol 4 Rewrite 𝗑 Steve and Eddie fall in love before series 4 𝗑 stories that made me cry so hard i threw up 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 75k+

Weakened Like Achilles, with You Always at My Heels

by HMSLusitania | Rated M | 53,696

The graduating classes of 1985 and 1986 invite YOU back to West Hawkins! Welcome reception Friday, May 24th at 7:30pm. School and town tour to follow on Saturday morning. Memorial service Sunday. * If you are a graduate of the class of 1985 and need driving directions to West Hawkins, please RSVP * Due to current government restrictions, we are not currently able to offer a site visit to the Hawkins Exclusion Zone -- Steve Harrington goes home for his ten (well, eleven) year reunion with a nagging secret that's slowly ruining his life.

In the ten years between, he finds the family he always wanted and, unfortunately, the person he wanted to share it with.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: If this isn't how series 5 goes i will actually riot.

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 Stranger Things Vol 5 Canon Fuck Off 𝗑 Stranger Things Fix-Its 𝗑 Found Family 𝗑 Falling in love with a ghost…sorta 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 50k+

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BEST OF SLOW BURNS & ROMANCE STORIES

Fade Into You

by annabeeus | Rated M | 52,204

Steve Harrington doesn't need help. He just needs to get through this summer without completely falling apart. Unfortunately, it seems like Eddie Munson has other ideas.

(or: the one where they fall in love with each other, bit by little bit)

Bookmark Comments: Goddddd of all the fics with domestic fluff and slow burns this is the only one that Gets It djfjdjjf

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 Domestic 𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 Stranger Things AUs Done Right 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 50k+

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made

by nbfutureboy | Rated M | 17,999

“It’s a gift, so you gotta listen to the whole thing, okay? I think-- I think it’s got what it takes.”

There’s an art to making a mixtape - and Steve Harrington has decidedly ignored all semblance of art in creating a mixtape for Eddie Munson. Too bad Eddie’s fascinated with how impressively terrible his song choices are.

[Written Post Vol. 1, Pre Vol. 2. Now an 'Eddie Lives' fic.]

Bookmark Comments: I love when people use music to tell stories especially when it feels right.

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𝗑 excellent use of music 𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 10k+

STRIKE TEN.

by oaseas | Rated T | 16.075

Steve’s striking out. It’s the summer after his graduation, he’s working 9-5 at Scoops Ahoy, and hey, did you hear? He’s striking out. Enter Robin, her ‘you rule/you suck’ board, and a promise to romance the next girl through the door. Except, that’s no girl. That’s Eddie Munson.

Or: One double scoop of pining, please!

Bookmark Comments: Dammit i love stupid fluffy Eddie and Steve parent Max i just--

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𝗑 Found Family 𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 Steve is an idiot 𝗑 No Upside Down AUs 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 10k+

A Sign of the Morning

by ToEdenandBackAgain | Rated M | 86,804

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is cut off from Hawkins yet again. Steve is trying to go back to normal, whatever that is. He's also trying to figure out exactly how Eddie Munson has managed to fit so easily into his life.

Bookmark Comments: These boys deserve every happiness and so does Robin.

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𝗑 Domestic 𝗑 fluff 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 75k+

Not So Bad

by outofmygourd | Rated M | 43,409

Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

Bookmark Comments: I just love this story so much

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𝗑 companion fics 𝗑 fluff 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 25k+

Keep it Steady, Eddie

by outofmygourd | Rated E | 104,812

Eddie Munson doesn't mind working at the Family Video Store. It's a nice sense of normalcy (not to mention money) and he gets to see Robin more because of it. However, between working together and sharing the same best friend, he's also been seeing a lot more of Steve Harrington.

He wants nothing more than to enjoy mindless fun with his friends now that everything with Vecna is over, but Eddie's finding it hard to move on from what happened. Even if the strangest thing in his life right now was simply the fact he and Steve Harrington might actually be friends.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 7/5 Stars (I'm ignoring that only half of these have a star rating, some of them just got deleted and idk why)

Bookmark Comments: This is the slow burn long fic I was so fucking desperate for for like my whole fucking life.

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𝗑 romance done right 𝗑 slow burn 𝗑 best of the best slow burns 𝗑 stories i can’t stop thinking about 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 BEST OF TAG 𝗑 100k+

take my hand

by actuallymaxie | Rated M | 17,056

Eddie Munson doesn't mind working at the Family Video Store. It's a nice sense of normalcy (not to mention money) and he gets to see Robin more because of it. However, between working together and sharing the same best friend, he's also been seeing a lot more of Steve Harrington.

He wants nothing more than to enjoy mindless fun with his friends now that everything with Vecna is over, but Eddie's finding it hard to move on from what happened. Even if the strangest thing in his life right now was simply the fact he and Steve Harrington might actually be friends.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: How many of these am i even gonna bookmark god help me i am GAY, fellas. (Future talls: it was SO many)

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 the real gay agenda 𝗑 just queer things 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 10k+

to live my own way

by Macellarius | Rated E | 21,491

Under a much different circumstance, Eddie would have loved to have Steve’s eyes looking over him like that, would love to have that determination focused on him, but Eddie is very much dying, he knows it, so he smiles at Steve’s misplaced confidence instead, “High expectations, Stevie. Where’d you learn to swing like that anyway?”

“I’ll tell you,” Steve’s voice is a bit shaky, his tone wavering, even as he puts on a brave face, “but you have to stay alive, Munson.”

If he had more strength, he’d consider testing his luck one last time, tease Steve by asking if he swings for Eddie’s team, but- he’s tired.

Dying young. What a fucking nightmare.

Or, what if the Party defeats Vecna in time, and Eddie lives?

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: What do you mean this isn't canon?

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𝗑 Fluff 𝗑 happy endings 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 10k+

We’ll Know for the First Time

by KikiZ | Rated E | 41,993

“Hey,” Steve’s smile is soft, tentative. “Heard you were having a party over here.”

“What are you…” Eddie swallows hard, mouth dry. He wishes every teacher that ever told him he talked too much could see him now.

“I was hoping that invitation still stood,” his eyes are drilling into Eddie’s and he can’t explain why he needs this so much, but he does. Every beat of his heart is begging Eddie to open the door, to let him in.

There’s a beat, a catch of their eyes and Eddie shifts, pushes the door open wide, whispers, “of course,” whispers, “always.” His heart is in his throat, he can’t pull his eyes away as Steve steps in, crowding him so close they share a breath. He can feel Steve’s gravity pulling him in and he’s never wanted to collapse so badly.

OR: Eddie gets to have a good life.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Here i am bookmarking another Steddie Fic that ripped my beating right directly out of my chest.

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 happy endings 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 25k+

Home By Now

by thegreenwitch98 | Rated G | 10,812

By far, the strangest thing about the last two days was not the little twerps from Hellfire that spouted off about something called ‘the Upside Down’, it was not Nancy Wheeler with a gun, or the idea of the town going on a deranged hunt for his head.

The weirdest thing, that he couldn't seem to wrap his brain around, was the presence of Steve Harrington.

***

Eddie Munson wasn’t used to people wanting him around, but now it seemed like no matter where he turned there was someone who cared about him.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Back on my Steddie bullshit. Wish this was way way WAYYYY longer because it was so fucking good 😭.

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𝗑 Sweet 𝗑 Eddie’s POV 𝗑 10k+

Learning to Fly

by actuallymaxie | Rated G | 16,595

When Steve was six years old, he told his mother he wanted to fly. When he was twenty, he learned what that really meant.

This is a reimagining of the end of Season 4 Vol 2 because I wanted to see a little bit of a happy ending in there. Alternative title: Steve Harrington’s Big Gay Crisis

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Sup people who check my bookmarks for recs. I've got the stranger things steddie brain rot too. This one was so good i wept real tears ...for like an hour. Read it!

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 fics with happy endings that still ruined me emotionally 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 10k+

we are the lighthouse and the storm

by hydrangea_bush | Rated M | 30,229

Steve meets Eddie again after two years and remembers the affectionate relationship he'd tried to forget.

// A story of young love, teenage rebellion, and rekindled romance with a happy ending

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Honestly this tore me to pieces emotionally and I loved every second of it.

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𝗑 Emotional Damage 𝗑 self soothing 𝗑 Being Perceived 𝗑 stories that made me cry so hard i threw up 𝗑 Love isn’t enough 𝗑 no upside down 𝗑 the terrifying ordeal of being known 𝗑 Steve’s POV 𝗑 25k+

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BEST OF LARPING

The Shire is NOT on Fire

by kissesforcas | Rated E | 54,148

The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.

Steve has more fun than he admits.

And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.

Bookmark Comments: Oh my god??? Oh my GOD????

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BEST OF STEVE & EDDIE FALL IN LOVE BEFORE VOL 4

Positive Touch & Hangin’ On (Series)

by SheWritesDirty | Rated E & E | 7,908 & 11,128

Positive Touch: Steve, who recently lost his friend (but more importantly his gopher) Tommy, found himself in dire need of getting well and truly high. A problem that found him standing in the middle of Hawkin's trailer park at night, hesitating on the stoop of one particular trailer that he'd usually never risk getting caught dead at.

Still... weed. The weed was gonna be worth it.

Hangin’ On: Steve is freaking out about the fact that Eddie Munson gave him a hand job his graduating year, and how he sort of returned it.

Things escalate.

Bookmark Comments: Sometimes you just. Gotta write horny porn series for your faves and this is probably the only one I'll ever care about. & I am such a sucker for good porn and this is the good eat good shit.

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darlin’ you give love (a bad name)

by Thorinoakentwing | Rated E | 24,426

The first time he hears Dustin and Mike mention the name Eddie Munson he almost walks into a VHS display at work.

Steve wants to ask them how Eddie’s doing but then his face from that last party flashes into his head and he always clams up. If he was Eddie he’d want nothing to do with him and rightly so.

Instead Steve teasingly complains about how much time they spend with Eddie and that’s as far as it goes.

Bookmark Comments: God i am a sucker for these AUs

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stereoscope

by seraphy | Rated E | 60,893

Here's Steve Harrington's biggest secret, though: It's not the alternate dimension brimming with monsters or the impossible girl with powers. It's the fact that he and Eddie Munson have been friends all along. In an on-and-off, tangential, fucked up kind of way. Never on his own terms. But still friends.

Bookmark Comments: This has got to be one of the best and most personal stories I've ever read. It fucking gutted me in the best way. I want to eternally thank you for writing this.

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BEST OF EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PLATONIC INTIMACY

a goddamn blaze in the dark

by jolt | Rated T | 20,355

Eddie doesn’t know how to act around Steve, doesn’t know how to reciprocate the openness. Truthfully, he doesn’t think he’s done anything to deserve it.

But there’s something in Steve’s eyes, gears that are shifting and turning behind them, like he’s trying to deduce something. And Eddie wants to tap into it, wants to take a chisel to his skull and excavate it. Why are you always looking at me like that? he wants to ask. Tap tap tap. Why are you still giving me the time of day?

Or, Eddie's never had a friend like Steve before.

Bookmark Comments: This shit was so good I don't even know what to fucking SAY. Like I'm SPEECHLESS.

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Steve Harrington’s Guide to Touch

by how_about_no | Rated M | 18,863

Eddie won't stop touching anyone and everyone, except for Steve. He has a plan to change that.

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“You can touch me.” That was not how Steve intended for it to come out. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times.

Eddie had frozen with his fingers halfway to his mouth. Smoke curled from his cigarette between them. He raised his eyebrows, then frowned, then bit his lip.

“I can-” Eddie said slowly, his face still rolling through several emotions without landing on one- “touch you?”

Bookmark Comments: Listen I'm ace this is everything to me somehow.

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it’s called freefall

by barelyjoyous | Rated M | 11,633

Steve reached a hand out until Eddie passed the beer back, and leaned forward, looking carefully at the notebook Eddie had left open on the table.

“So, what story are you telling then?”

Eddie smiled then, eyes bright. Steve smiled back, ducked his head down and grabbed the notebook from the table to flip through it.

Eddie talked for hours, and Steve had tried to keep up until he finally understood most of what he was saying, and when he finally cleaned everything up and tucked it back into a box in his room, Steve had followed him in.

Eddie had changed the tape to Motley Crue, Steve’s least favorite, and he’d finished the six pack he’d brought while Eddie rolled a joint.

When he woke in the morning, Eddie’s legs were crossed over his, and Steve’s hand was on his arm.

----

Steve can't sleep. Eddie can't sleep. They unpack a trailer together.

Bookmark Comments: God this is insanely beautiful. I don't even really mind that the ending felt kind of rushed because Eddie saying "You wanted a family, Steve" destroyed me so thoroughly I will never fucking recover.

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BEST OF EDDIE RUNS AN ADVICE COLUMN BC WHY NOT (I loved this fic ok)

Lovesick in Loch Nora

by redoaktree | Rated M | 62,603

Even though Eddie's name has been cleared legally, he's still very much on trial in the court of public opinion. Dealing drugs isn't a lucrative occupation anymore, and getting a legitimate job in a town who still considers him a killer isn't much of an option, either. Eddie is beginning to think skipping town and starting over somewhere no one knows his name is the only chance he has left. Steve has another idea.

AKA: Steve gets Eddie a job as an anonymous columnist at a local newspaper.

Bookmark Comments: Fanfictions that made me gayer somehow. But also i am so serious that i screenshotted so many of the paragraphs for this one because it Hurt Me In My Soul.

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BEST OF FUCKIN WITH THE TIME AND SPACE CONTINUUM

I’ve seen your face before, my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am

by HMSLustiania | Rated M | 26,952

At the end of it all, to fix everything, the Hawkins crew had to go back to 1983 and prevent the first gate from ever opening.

After that, they've got a chance to lead normal lives -- from November 1983 onward.

OR

Waking up to find out the government had busted a bunch of experimented-on kids out of Hawkins Lab over the weekend is somehow not the strangest thing that happens in Eddie Munson's junior year.

No, that's a toss up between being reverse-adopted by a party of middle schoolers and the fact Steve Harrington won't stop staring at him.

Bookmark Comments: Oh my god i love found family and bisexual crisis Steve Harrington.

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the lathe

by palmviolet | Rated M | 82,574

"This time, do it right. This time Eddie won’t bleed out in his arms, in anyone’s arms. This time, Steve will do it right."

— or, steve relives the day they try to kill vecna over and over, and eddie just can't seem to stop dying. steve finds this totally unacceptable.

Bookmark Comments: This is everything to me.

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The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting

by badpancake | Rated T | 41,496

It’s the first time in a while that he doesn’t know what comes next. He’s dove into the water hundreds of times. Screamed as his flesh was torn apart, heard Master of Puppets in the distance and held back tears. Felt Max’s cold, small hand in his as she laid in the hospital bed. There are things that always happen, no matter how hard he tries: El doesn’t arrive in time. Eddie dies. Max is put in a coma.

Steve fails. They lose.

“Steve, how many loops have you been through?”

His head is nodding, and his eyes are watery, and Eddie has approached him like a spooked animal.

“I lost count.”

AKA: The one where Steve Harrington is stuck in a time loop, and Eddie Munson is really fucking hard to save, or: fuck Volume 2, these bitches are in love.

🌟✨⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐✨🌟 10/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Okay this fucking destroyed me emotionally and I'm sobbing at 3am lmao. (Future talls: this fic basically started the whole obsession of me reading nothing but Steddie fics for an entire year, so definitely read this one)

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BEST OF EDDIE LIVES AND BECOMES FAMOUS

Thank I’ll Go Inside

by nobetterlove | Rated E | 13,833

Steve and Eddie share a night before Eddie leaves Hawkins to chase his rock star dreams with Corroded Coffin. That singular moment in time changes them. Twelve years pass where both Eddie and Steve feel each other's absence as life and careers move on around them. Read to see what happens when Eddie's first solo single brings the two of them back together. Does distance and time truly make the heart grow fonder?

Or - a sorry excuse for a future fic!

Bookmark Comments: Oh thank God i thought this got deleted i will now be bookmarking it for the rest of my fucking life ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Technically I broke AO3 rules for this fic)

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my way, your way (anything goes)

by rogersharrington | Rated E | 25,472

A guitar riff came out over top of all the other instruments and Steve froze in place, the smile on his face disappearing.

He knew that riff. He had heard it enough times over the summer of ‘86 to know it as soon as it started. Hell, Steve was there when it was written.

“Indianapolis, how are we fucking feeling?!”

The guitarist had run out from the side of the stage, wide smile on his face, strumming the riff over and over on his cherry red electric guitar as he spoke to the crowd. Eddie fucking Munson.

or;

Rockstar!Eddie Munson au set in the summer of 1988 where Corroded Coffin opens for Guns N’ Roses after Eddie ran away from Hawkins. Steve sees him for the first time in over a year and old feelings resurface.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: I literally took the entire day off work to read this it was so good. I physically could not move from my bed until i read the entire thing.

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BEST OF MODERN AUs

Press Your Space Face Close to Mine

by DiscoSuperFly | Rated E | 12,255

Steve thinks Chicago is a gritty amazing city-filled with so many of his friends, but working for his dad can be soul crushing, until there's a new food truck near the office.

Steve tries a new food truck and is hooked the moment one of the kooky workers catches his eye.

Bookmark Comments: Fics that i wish were longer bc they destroyed my soul (affectionate).

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BEST OF FAKE DATING AUs

Date me instead

by Zhuletta | Rated E | 43,744

Every date Steve has gone to lately has been horrible. It’s impossible that there’s something wrong with the entire female population of Hawkins, so surely there must be something wrong with him.

“Why don’t you take me on a date then?”

“Wh— what?”

“Take me on a date, pretend, of course, and then I’ll tell you if there’s something wrong with you or not.”

Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.

🌟⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌟 7/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Augh yes the fluffy fake dating AU we all need 😭

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BEST OF KINK

We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do)

by Oonionchiver | Rated E+ (YOU’VE BEEN WARNED) | 88,428

‘Please?’

Eddie stops him again, this time by holding his face. Steve feels Eddie’s thumb moving over his cheek, he feels the cool metal of his rings. He feels everything except what he needs.

‘I’ve never loved anything the way I love you, Steve Harrington,’ Eddie says, dark brown eyes moving between Steve’s own. ‘This isn’t the moment, sweetheart.’

It’s not a rejection, but it’s not a kiss. Steve quietly cries, insides cut up on the broken shards of his stupid little heart and Eddie holds him, he holds him all night until they fall asleep together.

✨🌟⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌟✨ 10/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: This one completely and utterly gutted me. It's kinky, it's precious, it's full of love and comfort and hurt and godddd i am inconsolable after reading it. I don't think anything ANYTHING has ever meant so much to me.

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don’t go wastin your emotions

by kissesforcas | Rated M | 51,650

"Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, a rage-filled barbarian, who knew?" Eddie says, like its a compliment, like Steve has ANY idea what that means.

"Uh, I knew. Obviously." Steve says, wisely, even though he clearly didn't. "Anyway, do you think we could eat a demobat? Or would we turn into some kind of monstrous freak? I'm starving, and Dustin's cheese crackers are not enough to get me on my feet again."

"What difference does it make to me if I'm a human freak or a monster one?" Eddie shrugs, and Steve butts his shoulder up against Eddie. It's meant to be brotherly, maybe friendly, but it's too soft. Felt like something he might have done before slinging an arm around a girl's shoulders.

"You're not a freak." Steve says, and finds he means it.

Eddie's eyes, when he looks at Steve, are curious. "No?"

"No."

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: Honestly. I just. The fluff? The smut? Steve fully hitting on Eddie in the full light of god and everyone and Dustin and Lucas YELLING about it? This it Good Shit. It's GOOD SHIT.

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Black Out Days (Fairground Nights)

by Oonionchiver | Rated E | 139,167

‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’

‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’

Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though.

‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’

‘In a bar?’

Steve doesn’t answer.

✨🌟⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🌟✨ 10/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: You know why this is here I don't have to tell y'all anything

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THE BEST MOST TRANSFORMATIVE WORK IN THE STEDDIE TAG (ok I'm biased, but i'm also right)

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you

by greatunironic | Rated E | 34,987

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

🌟✨✨🥤⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐🥤✨✨🌟 44/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: THIS STORY MADE ME CRY SO HARD MY FUCKING CHEST RATTLED. Everybody else go home. Nothing will ever be as good as this. Nothing.

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BEST OF STEVE'S BISEXUAL AWAKENING

Broken House Behind Me and Good Things Ahead

by lichtbringer | Rated M | 33,139

“Steve… Stevie.” Eddie mumbles, shaking Steve's shoulder.

It takes Steve far too long to blink his eyes open, and when he does, it's to find Eddie, still rumpled from sleep, looking down at him with red cheeks and a sheepish smile.

“Huh?” Steve asks, raising his head from where it was nestled against Eddie.

“As much as I’m loving you all over me, sweetheart.” Eddie teases and Steve blinks at him, still struggling to process the words. “You’re gonna have to let me go for a minute.”

It takes Steve another moment, and then the realisation sinks in. Well, fuck. He fell back asleep, didn’t he? And now Eddie is awake and Steve is going to have to deal with the motifying ordeal of apologising for wrapping around the guy like a clingy octopus.

Even after Vecna's defeat and the charges against him being officially dropped, the people of Hawkins are far too willing to buy into the idea of the supposed satanic powers of Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

Tensions spike and Eddie finally does what he should have all along: he leaves Hawkins behind - he just didn't except to do so with Steve by his side.

Meanwhile, Steve finally gets the push he needs to understand what he is feeling.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: THE YEARNING!?!?!? THE EMOTIONS!?!?!? I'M SHOOK!!!!!!?

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The Edification of Steve Harrington

by ChronicRabbit | Rated E | 44,129

It had been two and a half months since the end of Spring Break.

Eddie had been cleared of all charges, The Byers were back in Hawkins like they’d never left, Vecna was dead and gone, and everything was back to normal; or rather as back to normal as Hawkins could get.

Unfortunately for one Steve Harrington, his new normal seemed to be not only his inability to get a date, but also his newfound proclivity towards staring at Eddie Munson’s mouth while he dramatically narrated during a five hour Hellfire session, or counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, or memorizing the patterns in his honey coloured eyes.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4/5 Stars

Bookmark Comments: I really need to make a Steddie guide like my Dasey one and this will definitely be on there. (AND I DID! AND IT IS ON HERE! HI!)

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[abbinurmel]

I have been agonizingly and repeatedly where my bf is right now, where it comes to nurturing people who are close to you and whom do not try to directly abuse or affect you in shitty ways themselves, but their constant personal life dramas and how they abuse alcohol/self sabotage out of nilhilism and stubboness, causes you to wanna obsess over taking care of them or stepping into their drama uninvited as mediator w. 1) the desire to fix their problems for them just out of good friendship in exchange for their many kindnesses and 2) the fear of them abandoning you or God forbid throwing themself off a cliff if they never recover.

And I don't wanna both sound hypocritical/pedantic and also thougtless- but there's a diff when it's internet friends vs. irl. And one part of me argued the long distance friend with a problem is more unhealthy worse and more without point to obsess with. The other hand, irl indirectly toxic drama friend, has actual immediate impact that actually takes itself into your life.

My point was forgotten here. I guess I just feel weary and sad and sorry for these people all involved.

And. Yea. I know. I can never have right to judge others or how we all cope with our pain. We all struggle with inner mental illness or barriers and I just hafta accept as adults we are only able t b responsible for ourself and we all have our own paths to take. I have my own toxic addictions too.

......But I'll say the hot take anyway.. cos fuckit.

....drinking abuse is really really fuckin frustratingly dumb especially when you are over 25. What even are you fucking doing, treating your angst or life problems this way. You need a coping mechanism to escape life, instead of actually taking your inner demons and working thru them? Modern life has provided you with an endless supply of vices and addictions to give a cheap hit of sweet dopamine or a distracted altered state. Tiktok, sex chat, table top gaming, gambling apps, doomscrolling, cook something, go to a sex dungeon, play Animal Crossing, write Animal Crossing fanfic, write tawdry and/or tawdry Animal Crossing fanfic and/or wank yourself into a coma, WE don't hafta know!-

Ffs...weed's fucking LEGAL now in over 29 states in the US, you can dye your hair and paint your nails in any color conceivable and you can cosplay as someone else and you can dress however you goddamn want cos in the world of Amazon you can consume any possible product and shop addict yourself into being broke. You can listen to any music now, watch nearly any TV program or film of the last 100 years, and read almost any literature or comic or play any videogame that is possible to buy or pirate. You can marathon now or binge in ways that wasn't possible even less than 20 years ago. You can roleplay as any possible gender animal or age you could want and the damned endless amount of hobbies and skills you could pour focus in....

There are a million other unhealthy but still less.unhealthy, more creatively degenerate habits and vices you could partake in. You could vape in almost any flavor. You could destroy private property and invent cool tag slogans or mascots to graffiti on your neighborhood. You could steal from corporate stores, it's practically cool now to morally do. You could peddle absurd misinfo, draw porn, get into crypto, get into ASMR,.get into tattoos, piercings, absurd fad diets, you could do illegal drugs that at least make you FEEL EUPHORIC INSTEAD OF SHIT ANYWAY (which disclaimer no, you shouldn't actually do them but if you're gonna do shit anyway-) I hear Molly, Ecstasy, light shrooms, meth, coke and such are fun. You could at least imbibe some dumb shit that fucks you up but doesn't make you a whiny,.moaning, miserable, bitter sonuvabitch who just mopes about why do they still not feel good and you already knew would never made you feel good, emotional or physically, and then throw up. What is your fuckin aim here. Are you stressed and tired, you wanna pass out? Take a fucking regular depression nap then. Or take sleeping pills, or some Benadryl, or go have some.really intense good sex, and let that pass you out. You need to relax your muscles and shut off racing thoughts? Either get a prescription from a doctor or just drink warm milk and take a hot bath like all the fuckin rest of us. Unless you are a broke and homeless person with no hope of access to any material resources or pleasures or amounts of self care without being granted those valuable resources from the outside, or you are someone in a 3rd world country with access to not a single one of these many amenities, options, vices, or informative resources on how to cope with problems, for mutherfucking fucking sake, WHAT are you DOING.

[siriusanotherside]

One thing I dislike about the SDRA2 fandom is the way they treat Yoruko, most people just call her Sora’s girlfriend and leave it at that, and rarely acknowledging her flaws like when she told Yuki to stop crying over Shinji’s death.

I don’t think it is a problem specific to this fandom. I see problems like this, of reducing a character to one-single personality trait and/or backpack for a ship, in every fandom I have ever been in. There is always, unfortunately, at least one character that gets hit with that stick. It sucks but it is unfortunately common.

I imagine that this kind of discussion might have been a matter of timing, as I imagine it would have happened around chapter 4 release and translation.

Another factor that might impact this, is the matter of, when comparing to everyone else plot, Yoruko being the civilian type of character who is minor-ly connected to the situation at hand. That is: Not a Void, Not a victim/murderer who unleashes a subplot, not getting possessed, not amnesiac, not doing crypit actions. I feel that this contributes to, in a way, calling less attention when there are more bombastic/attention-calling scenarios happening.

That said, yeah, there is more of Yoruko than all of this one-note-ness.

(sweating as I answer this quest due to not having the time to rewatch everything)

(Edit: extra sweat over me taking a very long while to answer this due to rewatching chapter 4)

Anyway, back to the subject in question. Flaw discussion ahead 

Yeah that you mentioned was fucked up.

I think it usually ends being shrouded due to Chapter 4 having so much things going on already that a small detail like this ends up lost in the sea of bombastic revelations, personality switches, the *grimace* jokes, the anxious and general hopeless tone of the chapter.

My usual interpretation is that this is more Yoruko losing it due to the sheer stress of the chapter. Syobai himself points out in the elevator that everyone is at their limit. I do think it is a manifestation of one of her flaws.

It is also very sad that due to the narrative structure + trial’s twist (Yuki thinks he killed Shinji), Yuki doesn’t get the proper space to mourn Shinji. It gets even sadder in that, due to everything else going on, (Sora trying to not lose it since she acted in a way that either SHE is the killer or made Nikei is the killer + the grappling with what the hell had happened to her body moving unnaturally + what the hell had happened with emotions seemingly being artificially entered in her body; Nikei beneficiates from Yuki losing it; Yoruko having the gnawing suspicion that Sora may have something to do with the murder), no one gives him space to mourn or talk about his mourning.

And then in chapter 5, everything gets worst due to the whole personality insertion and again we aren’t able to dwell on that.

Anyway, sorry, probably not the ask’s point. Going back to the topic.

Disclaimer: I love Yoruko to bits. Flaw discussion ahead.

That said, I would personally ascribe Yoruko’s flaws as something else. That phrase seems to have been said in the heat of the moment, instead of something consistent that happens.

If I had to point a flaw, I would say that it would be her tendency to kind of……glue / lash into people. This happens with Minako, in that Yoruko practically changed her entire life to be around her, gaining a talent in a business she previously had no interest, and then it somewhat happens with Sora, in that as the killing game stakes rise, she glues herself harder to Sora and mostly agrees with her. While, through the game, she learns to call out Sora when she thinks she is wrong (end 4, first part 5), I would say it is a tendency Yoruko has and a flaw.

We can see how this affects her life, in that it destroys her relationship with Minako, due to her admiration blinding her for what was happening around her, and in that it causes her conflict with other people in the killing game for defaulting to side with Sora (who is not always right, as in chapter 5) or talking back against people who either stress herself or Sora.

Related to that flaw, she gets defensive fast, be it as a tsundere characteristic, as lashing like that, or talking rudely to people when she is stressed. Which can and does hurt people feelings. I do think that due to Sora’s personality aka the person who most talks with Yoruko, Sora is able to…… bounce out of it / not be bothered by it, but it would be highly more frustrating and could hurt people feelings.

This…… err…… I am not sure how to phrase it, extreme admiration (?) (in the general sense of Yoruko’s tendency to glueing/lashing herself to a person) blinds her through the game to Sora’s flaws, and so causes Yoruko to not question Sora.

Her tsundere tendencies also impact negatively Yoruko, in that it doesn’t allow her to be more……explicit in what she meant when she fought with Sora in 4, and thus it causes a bigger fight with her that only is resolved mid chapter.

To be clear, I think Yoruko’s fight was valid due to it being both her snapping under all of KG paranoia much like the other characters + Sora’s flaws themselves, in that she was cryptic right after the trial where she revealed she had a role in the murder, and in the way she procrastinated resolving things with Yoruko.

In conclusion, I would say that Yoruko’s flaws would be: her tendency to the hyper admiration of certain people, which leads her to blinding herself to her surroundings and how people are being affected by it; her tendency of not being clear of what is bothering her (as an offshoot of her tsundereness), which causes misunderstandings; and of being defensive/lashing out when under pressure.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

I think my ask may have been lost 😞 (but if not and you’re doing private readings only through private message let me know!)

Would you please be able to tell me about my soulmate? I’ve always been a firm believer in them.

Thank you very much 💟💟💟

Your ask wasn’t lost it just takes me a bit to get to the readings because they take a lot of focus and I have to be in the right energetic space where my own feelings don’t get in the way. We can see what comes up.

💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟

I’m seeing white blonde hair, light complexion and light eyes, maybe blue, their skin gets red easily, I think they have very low melanin in their skin, seeing them wearing pastels and like coral colors, muscular, stocky build

What do you want to say?

Hello lover. How you doin’? (Joey friends reference) I am feeling sort of lost in my career but I just smile through it anyway. What else can you do but power through? My mom has been sick and I only know how to deal with it by working. I’m hoping I can make off money so the cost of her care isn’t too much of a burden on everyone else, like my little sister. We have a huge age gap and she’s just a kid. She deserves to be a kid. I’ve been spending a lot of time with her so she doesn’t have to be around mom when she’s sick. Dad has sort of checked out in a lot of ways. I’m trying to hold the family together. I can’t really connect to you right now. It’s all I can do to stay afloat in my own life. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I’m not sure what to do. I just have to focus on the realities of life and I don’t want things effecting you. If you feel overwhelmed or numb out of the blue, I’m sorry. That may be me, as much as I try not to impact you. I hope you’re doing well. I hope we aren’t mirroring and one of your parents isn’t sick. It sucks dick. Sigh. Maybe I’ll dream of you soon. I always like when I do! Wishing you well. Send a little light my way if you can. Love, (Ben? Maybe)

Card Pull— Druid Craft Tarot

Queen of Cups, upright— loving, maternal, intuitive

“May signify you, your mother, a therapist, or a woman who inspires love in you, and stirs the depths of your emotional nature. The profession of acting or the world of theatre and film. Work in the field of relationship counseling and healing”

Interesting this card came out when your person was talking about their mother so much. I get that they seem to be taking in a maternal role for their sister at the moment. This also signifies to me that they may be “acting” like everything is fine, playing a part or role. I think this also indicates they may be seeking therapy or will soon and may be looking more into the dynamic they have with their mother at this time, working through their mother wound.

Seven of swords, upright— insights, strategy, research

“New ideas challenge old assumptions and great progress is made. Using intellect, wit or charm to gain an advantage or recover something that has been lost, but care must be taken not to start believing ‘the ends justify the means’ strategic planning or research. Espionage, deceit or escape”

Immediately I got that your person may be doing a lot of research around their mothers illness right now. They may be really good at playing the social game. I get they may be lying to themselves about how much they are being effected and are using work to escape. We talked to their 5D self. I think their 3D is less aware of why they are a workaholic. They believe all this work justifies the end goal of more financial stability but are destroying their well being in the meantime. Destroying yourself is not worth all the money in the world and they will learn that. Fuck. I’m getting that this is what their mom also did and it’s why she’s so sick now. I think she may be explaining this to them and urging them to allow themselves to rest and heal so they don’t end up like she did.

I think this card may also be speaking to assumptions you’ve made about who your person is or what they may be like. You may be engaging in deceiving yourself. You may be keeping tabs on someone and thinking that that behavior is okay because you believe they are your person. What I would advise is to detach and go within, clear your energy and find clarity. Spend a lot of time in nature. Some of this may not be your own doing, someone could be manipulating or lying to you as well which is why you need to step back and reconnect with your own truth and ask the universe for clear insight.

Hope this helps! Would love to know if it resonates.

[frenchly-anxious]

I'm sorry for the fact I'm going to rant again about ladies figure skating but I am oh so mad.

I just learned about Evgenia Medvedeva ending her figure skating competitive career and even if I can't say it was a surprise, I'm absolutely sick in the stomach when I read that she now has what could be a permanent, chronic back pain, because her spine grew/fused in a way that makes her unable to turn to her left. Something that started giving her trouble 4 years ago, at 18.

She hasn't stopped skating, as she does a lot of shows from what I could see. But really, really; I am just so angry and so sad. There's this question that kept popping into my mind everytime we learned new things about her and the other Eteri's students: was it worth it?

Was it worth it? The question made me uncomfortable, because who was I to make decision for her? She's an athlete and I'm not. Every athlete makes sacrifices. Maybe she considered and still considers it's worth it.

But then I realized. This question was never directed at her. It was never directed at the skaters. It was never directed at children who had dreams. Was it worth it? It was directed at all the adults around them. For their coachs, I imagine it was. Money, fame, glory, power. Who cares about a few girls scarred for life anyway. But for the judges? The ISU? The parents? The fans? Was it worth it to broadcast children destroying their life? Was it worth it to teach younger children "see, that how you should do it too"? Were those 4min30 of gracefullness worth the fact we encouraged this child to put their health and their whole future life at risk?

This was not a few athletes deciding to risk it all for a few medals. This was a bunch of adults making money by using children.

There's a reason children can't vote, can't drive a car, can't work and can't live on their own. Because they lack the experience, the emotional stability, the critical thinking to make informed choices. It's the adult's responsibility to make those choices during the time it takes children to gains those abilities.

Was it worth it? We can't ask that to those skaters. Because they were never given the chance to really ask themselves "Will it be worth it?" in the first place. When asked "do you want to become the best?", of course a kid who dedicated their entire short life to figure skating will not hesitate. And of course they won't take in consideration the fact it isn't healthy for their growth, both physical and emotional. That's not their job. It was the job of the adults around them.

I'm so mad because adults failed Yulia Lipnitskaya, Evgenia Medvedeva, Alina Zagitova, all the others who didn't make it as far as them, all the others still competing and starting to crumble. And I'm infinitely sick because we the adults keep failing them and all the other children to come. Because nothing changes, really. If anything, it's worse, as we glorify their bright but oh so very brief careers; as we clap for their impressive but incredibly psychologically and physically violent methods of training. You won't convince me telling kids to "stop being obsessed by food and only drink powdered drinks" is a good, normal way to treat anyone, athlete or not. Just like you won't convince me it's normal to have this kind of pathology at 18. You won't convince me either that it's okay for so many skaters of this particular school to go through the exact same pattern without anyone doing anything.

I remember a time when everyone was saying it wasn't good for young skaters, male or female, to do triple-triple, let alone quadruples at such a young age, as it would put too much stress on their growing body. Now we have 15 yo skaters doing what some adults wouldn't attempt and we praise them.

I loved watching them, I really did. But I can't enjoy it anymore knowing what will inevitably happen; what is currently happening.

Who need Squid Game? We have children slowly dying and/or killing each other under the pressure of expectation put on them by a broken system of adults which forgot its protective role for more money and influence.

The saddest part is, I don't think there's anything we can do anymore. I just wish longevity and health were the goal for everyone.

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

"exhaustion"

(for the one word prompts)

Title: Rooftop Requiems

Word-Count: 1k

Summary: Hero, villain--it doesn't matter, the system is fucked regardless of what side you're on and Virgil is tired of playing the game. He isn't going to let himself get pulled back in, even if there's a pretty persistent kid begging him to be their mentor.

Pairing: Platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Superhero AU, Found Familyish, Crying, Arguments, Mild Angst with A Happy Ending

Just a fun little warm-up exercise! Enjoy!

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Virgil's legs dangle over the edge of his apartment complex, his hands pressed firmly into the concrete. He looks out into the myriad of looming skyscrapers that make up the city, purposefully away from gleaming, naïve blue eyes.

"No."

"But--"

"Just no."

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!"

"Oh really?" Virgil huffs, "You went through the trouble of tracking me down for a reason other than asking if I'd be your mentor?"

Virgil can hear the faint stomp of a sneaker across the concrete. "I--well--"

"I'm exhausted," Virgil tells the kid, "I don't want any part of it, hero--villain--it doesn't matter. Both sides manipulate and hurt people in different ways. I'm done being their plaything, and I refuse to let another person get hurt--"

He inhales sharply, his shadow flickering a brief moment.

"It'll be different," The kid insists, edging closer to him, "You can help me and--and together we can make things better!"

Virgil has heard something similar before. From a voice a bit older, from a person he once trusted most in the world. "C'mon Virgil, don't be a scaredy-cat. Together, you and I can change things for the better."

"That's what they all say," Virgil laughs, the sound of it echoing oddly around them, "Kid, I'm warning you now, stay out of it. You're too young anyways."

"I'm not a kid!" The kid growls, throwing his face in front of Virgil, "I'm sixteen, I'm practically an adult!"

Virgil stares at the kid's face that is still round and not quite defined. There is no way the kid is sixteen, too short and without any of the gangly teenage awkwardness. His eyes give it away, still full of that obstinate childish hope that there's always a happy ending to be found. He has to be at least twelve, if that.

Twelve is a dangerous age. It is the age that teeters between childhood and adolescence, the time where children believe they're practically grown-up when they're far from it.

"Sixteen, uh-huh," Virgil clicks his tongue, "Even if I believed that--which I don't--I'm serious, stay out of it. You're going to get yourself killed."

"No, I won't! I can handle it!" The kid shouts as his blue eyes start to glow an unnatural hue. Virgil's breath hitches.

"Kid--"

Several things happen. The lights on top of the apartment complex go out. A force of energy shoots out from the kid, towards the office building directly across the street. The nearby shadows amass into one entity, the energy wave colliding into it, crackling like a bolt of lightning. Virgil's hands shake, his eyes a burning violet hue.

The shadows threaten to disintegrate, to squirm away to their natural resting places. He does not let them, he wills them to stay, to absorb every last bit of the kid's energy bolt. Only when there is nothing left but a child collapsed on the ground, does he let his hands drop to his sides. The shadows drop, fading back to place as the lights blink once more to life.

'No you can't.' Virgil thinks grimly, regarding the kid's last words. But he doesn't say it out loud.

"Hey, uh, are you okay?" Virgil asks, reaching down to touch the kid's shoulder. The kid sniffles once, then launches himself at Virgil, clinging onto him for dear life.

"I'm sorry--I promise I can--you have to--I can do it, I can be strong--" The kid babbles into his chest, tears wetting Virgil's favorite hoodie.

Virgil should be upset, angry at the very least for the kid almost destroying a building and possibly causing the deaths of few dozen people. Yet, the emotion refuses to stir within him.

Not when the kid reminds him terribly of his younger self, so sure that the weight of the world rested on his shoulders when he was just a literal child who shouldn't have had to dealt with such worries.

He sighs, "Kid--"

"Patton."

"What?"

"My name," The kid hiccups, "my name's Patton."

"Ok then, Patton--look, your job right now isn't to be strong and save the world. Your job is to learn and grow, so you can one day be capable to help the world be a little less messed up."

"I can do that now--"

"But you shouldn't have to."

"Well, I don't do it, who's gonna?"

"Someone, maybe, but not you," Virgil says, "I mean it though, kid, about supers. The system on both ends is messed up and there's no fixing it. There's better ways to make the world better."

"Can you show me?" The kid--Patton asks. He looks up at Virgil, eyes still shimmery with tears. Virgil almost laughs about the way they circled back to what the kid originally asked of him.

"You know what?" Virgil says, letting the words fall from his mouth before he can take them back, "sure. I'll show you, if only to keep you from accidentally combusting a building from a fit of anger."

It's more than that though, it's for the pair of kids who didn't know better, it's to keep the past from repeating itself again in the ambitious, hopelessly obstinate kid known as Patton.

"Really?" Patton squeals, "thank you, thank you, thank you, you won't regret it, I promise!"

He thinks he slightly regrets it, from the way the kid is almost cutting off his oxygen with how tight he's squeezing him. He'll probably have a mild freak-out about being somewhat responsible for a child later, most definitely.

Right now, he just ruffles the kid's hair, saying, "Alright, alright. Lesson Number 1, kid, we do not hunt down literal strangers and ask them to mentor us. That's one, frankly rude and two, good way for them to manipulate and take advantage of you and three? A good way to die, so it's a good thing I'm not gonna do any of that to you, ok? You lucked out, got it?"

"Got it." Patton chirps, but he most definitely hasn't got it.

'This kid,' Virgil thinks, a weird mixture of both amused and terrified, 'is going to be the death of me, isn't he?'

[maximons]

Without You

Summary: Everything seems to be going alright for Wanda Maximoff, but a mission gone horribly awry makes everything crash and burn.

Word Count: 3,101

Genre: Angst

Requested?: Yes

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood, burns, scarring

A/N: Alright kids, you ready for angst time? My first full out angst fic, oh boy. This ones got no happy ending guys, so do with that what you will. This takes place during Civil War, so spoilers...? I guess? I’d say Happy Reading, but I don’t think you guys will be that happy by the end of this sooo good luck!

Lagos.

That’s the place where everything in Wanda’s life fell apart. Or at least fell apart even further than it had before.

Some of the team were out on a mission. You guys finally managed to track down Rumlow and his gang after about a year of searching. Everything was going fairly well, yes there was some collateral damage, and things didn’t exactly go according to plan, but overall, it looked like you guys would come out of this with a win.

And then, it happened.

Wanda and you had begun to jog up to Steve’s location, where you saw him stare Rumlow down. Something in you just told you that this wasn’t going to go well. You looked at the scene in front of you, and then your gaze fell onto the building behind it. It was too close for comfort.

“Babe, I’m gonna go check that building.” You turned to your girlfriend. “Looks like there could be a lot of people in there, I’m gonna try to get them out.” She looked at you, and then to the building briefly. Part of her wanted to question why when the fight was happening out here, but she knew in your line of work things can be unpredictable.

She nodded. “Okay, be safe.” You nodded back with a small smile, and pecked her on the cheek.

“Always am.” With that, you ran off.

It was only about two or three minutes after you ran in when things went to hell.

Rumlow pulled a pin on his vest, and Wanda reacted as quickly as she could, capturing him mid explosion in her magic. She lifted him up, trying to get him as far away from the people below as possible, but she couldn’t hold it anymore. The explosion went off.

Blowing a huge hole into that building.

Wanda stood there, shocked for a moment over what just happened. Her hand came and slowly covered her mouth, mind going over all the damage she just caused. She vaguely heard Steve calling for fire and rescue, and then it hit her.

You were in there.

“Y/n...” She whispered, still in a state of shock, but she quickly snapped out of it and sprang into action. “Y/n!” She heard Steve yell for her to wait, but she didn’t care. She took off, flying up and landed in one of the building’s destroyed floors.

She did her best to ignore the carnage around her, carnage she caused. She pushed down the bile that was rising in her throat, and continued her search for you. 

And then she found you.

You were a super soldier, so luckily you didn’t die from the blast, she could still feel your pulse. But you didn’t look good.

You were lying on the charred floor, unconscious. Half of your suit was burned off, leaving nasty burns all on your arm and torso, some even creeping up your neck and face. Blood also dripped down from an open wound on your temple.

Wanda couldn’t bring herself to care about your appearance, though. You were still alive, and that’s the main thing she cared about right now.

“Don’t worry.” She sobbed out, hand gently caressing your unburned cheek. “You’re okay...you’re gonna be okay...” She tore her gaze away from you for a minute, and looked around. Tears falling at the sight of multiple bodies, people who weren’t as lucky as you.

People who were dead because of her.

“...I’m so sorry...”

The next week was chaos.

You were brought to the compound’s medical facility immediately, doctors working fast to try and save your life. They managed to stabilize you, now it was just a waiting game as to when you would wake up. Wanda would visit you everyday, barely being able to leave your side. Steve managed to convince her that she needed to rest, saying that you wouldn’t want to see her neglecting her needs. She hesitantly complied, and finally went to her room to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the news started reporting the incident.

And of course they blamed her.

Logically, Wanda knew this wasn’t entirely her fault. Rumlow was the one who turned himself into a bomb. She was just trying to save the lives below. That thought brought her little comfort though.

She was still responsible for the lives lost in that building. She was still responsible for you, the love of her life, being severely injured and in a coma.

Maybe they were right.

Steve didn’t let her wallow in that thought for too long though, because he shut the TV off. He sat down and gave her one of his hope speeches, and she appreciated the effort, but she didn’t want to hear it.

“It’s my fault.” She whispered. “All of those people, dead because of me...and Y/n...” She trailed off, tears forming in her eyes. Steve placed a hand on her leg, trying to comfort her.

“You know...she doesn’t blame you, I know she doesn’t.”

“Maybe she should...they all should.”

Steve couldn’t get anything else out, as Vision phased in the room and told them of the arrival of Secretary Ross.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, he had told them about the Sokovia Accords. Wanda hated the idea, forcing heroes to register with the government, essentially making them puppets for them. She knew you would hate it too, you never were one to trust the government.

“Look, we understand where you’re coming from, but if it weren’t for us, there’d be a lot more blood spilled.” Sam argued.

“Tell that to the innocent civilians in that Lagos hospital building.” Ross argued back. “Oh wait, you can’t.”

“If it weren’t for Wanda, hundreds of people in the streets below would have been killed.” Steve cut in. “If it weren’t for Y/n, hundreds of more people would have been in that building.”

“And look where that landed her.”

Wanda had enough. She shot up from her chair, and stormed out of the room.

She went straight to your hospital room, your still unconscious body covered in bandages. She pulled up a chair beside your bed, hand going to grip yours. She tried to speak, but couldn’t bring herself to form the words. So she just rested her head on your joined hands and cried.

The next few weeks saw the Avengers falling apart, divided over the accords. Wanda was especially disappointed in Natasha’s decision, given that you two were best friends. 

Wanda hasn’t left the compound. Most of her time was spent visiting you and sleeping as best she could. Your burns had begun healing, but barely. They still left pretty nasty scars. Your breathing had improved, which satisfied the doctors. They had said you could wake up any moment now, Wanda just hoped it was soon.

The next day, Wanda walked into the kitchen to find Vision cooking. She found that odd, since she knew he didn’t eat, but he explained that he was making it for her. You used to cook for her a lot, and after a few disasters, you finally got the recipe down. Vision’s was no where near as good as yours, but she appreciates the effort.

After a conversation about their powers and their fear of them, Wanda volunteered to go to the store to pick up some paprika that would greatly help the dish. Vision stopped her.

“Vision...are you not letting me leave?”

“It’s a matter of safety.”

“I can handle myself.”

Vision stopped her again. “Not yours. Mr. Stark would like to avoid the possibility of another public incident.”

Wanda looked at the synthezoid in disbelief. “I’m not an out of control time bomb. It was an accident.”

“I know. I do, but...you powers are very unpredictable. You are also...vulnerable. My scanners have indicated you are, how you say, ‘on edge’. You have been ever since Miss L/n was admitted in the medical wing.”

Wanda’s gaze turned into a harsh glare. “I know that human emotion is a foreign concept to you Vision, but trust me, if your girlfriend was ever put in a coma because of you...being ‘on edge’ is the least you would be.”

Without waiting for a response, Wanda turned around and stormed off. She headed to the one place that her feet often dragged her to the last weeks. Your bedside. 

She sat and took a hold of your hand. She stared at you for a moment before she spoke. “Hey, baby. Things have been...hard without you to say the least. Not that this wouldn’t be hard anyway, but everything is falling apart. These stupid accords are ruining everything. Tony has become a government pet, Nat joining him, Steve is off doing who knows what, and now...I’m locked in.” She paused. “You know, as much as I wish more than anything that you were awake and by my side right now...part of me is glad that you wouldn’t have to see your family fall apart like this. It’d break your heart...” She stayed for a few more moments, staring at your face and taking in your features once again. She then leaned down to kiss your hand. “I love you.” With that, she left.

Later that night, Wanda was back in the main room of the compound. You still haven’t woken up, she just learned she was essentially on house arrest, so she was trying to find ways to find ways to distract herself. She was reading a book, when she heard a loud explosion go off outside. She walked over to the window to take a look, Vision joining her a few moments later.

“What is it?”

“Stay here please.”

Wanda was left alone for a moment, before she felt a presence behind her. She quickly grabbed hold of the knife on the table, and flinging it towards the new presence. She halted it when she saw who it was.

Clint.

The next few minutes passed by like a blur. Clint was convincing her to come help Steve, Vision came back in but was trapped, Wanda hesitated and Clint gave her one of those hope speeches. She was about to decline, before he said one last thing.

“You know, if Y/n was awake...I know she’d side with Steve, and she’d only hope you’d do the same.”

Was it manipulative? Possibly, but he was also right. You would have sided with Steve, no question. Doing what you could to help. She thought on it for a few more moments, before she nodded. They were about to leave before Vision broke free. The two men fought, and before she knew it, she was sending the synthezoid several floors down and into the ground. 

She went to her room, quickly packing her suit and anything else she thought she would need. She went back out to meet Clint, about to leave, but she stopped.

“Wait! I gotta see Y/n first.” 

Clint sighed, but knew he couldn’t deny her of this. “Alright, make it quick.”

She booked it to your hospital room. You were lying there, same as you have been for a while. She quickly surged forward grabbed your hand, not bothering to sit. She knew they didn’t have time.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna go out for a bit, okay? I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but...I’m going to do what’s right. I’m going to fight. I finally ‘got off my ass’ as you would say.” She chuckled, but it held no real joy behind it. “I just hope you’d be proud of me...and I just hope that I can come back to see you-”

Wanda cut herself off when she felt you begin to move. All of a sudden your face shifted, and you began to turn your head. 

“Y/n?...”

You began to open your eyes slowly, head slowly lifting off your pillow. Your eyes looked around, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. Before you could even look at Wanda though, you began coughing. 

Wanda rushed to poor you a glass of water, knowing your mouth would be dry from not using it for a while. She handed it to you, quickly, and you slowly raised your hand to take it. As you began to drink, Wanda couldn’t help but smile. You were finally awake. She was beyond relieved. She was put in a rough spot now, she knew she had to meet Clint so they could go, but...you were finally awake. She couldn’t leave you.

“Wanda, we gotta go!” She heard Clint yell, and without tearing her eyes away from you, she yelled back.

“In a minute! Y/n just woke up!”

She didn’t hear a response from the man, but she heard footsteps quickly making its way towards your room. 

You finished drinking your water and placed the cup on the bedside table. You began to try to sit up, but Wanda rushed to your side to help.

“Here you go, easy.”

When you fully sat up, you took in the appearance of the woman next to you. You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She breathed out. You looked her in the eyes, smile still on both your faces. But, Wanda’s smile dropped instantly at the next words that came out of your mouth.

“Sorry, hi, I’m Y/n. You probably already knew that though.” You chuckled nervously. “Are you one of the nurses?”

Wanda froze. No. This couldn’t be happening. The doctors told her that Amnesia was a possibility since you hit your head on impact from the blast, but it never seemed like a real threat. She stared at you, jaw slacked for a few more moments.

“Um, hello?...Oh! Are you my doctor? Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.”

Wanda snapped out of it when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see it was Clint. You spoke up again before she could say anything though.

“Oh, hey, are you a nurse? Or doctor?”

Realization filled Clint’s face, but he held it together. He simply shook his head.

“Oh...so, is someone supposed to help me or...?” You trailed off. 

Clint looked to Wanda, who was still in shock, tears beginning to form in her eyes. He knew he had to take over, get them out as soon as possible. “Sorry, Y/n. We’ll get your nurse to come and check on you. Glad to see you’re awake.” Before you could respond, he quickly rushed out of the room, pulling Wanda with him.

Wanda finally let herself break down, and cried in the van. She barely had time to process everything before they picked up a man name Scott and flew to the airport to meet Steve.

Steve broke down the plan and the team went separate ways to suit up and get in position. Except Wanda. Steve was about to go get himself ready, but paused when he saw the witch frozen in place.

“Wanda? You okay?” Wanda simply shook her head and looked up at him, he could see the tears in her eyes. “What happened?”

“Y/n woke up.”

Steve raised his eyebrows in shock. “She did? That’s great-” He was cut off when Wanda let out a sob. He then put two and two together, something was wrong. “...What was it?”

“She...doesn’t remember anything...doesn’t remember me...”

Steve sighed. He was saddened by the news as well, you and him were very close, both being super soldiers and all. He couldn’t even imagine what Wanda was going through in this moment though, so he put on a brave face. He went over to the witch and wrapped an arm around her. “Y/n is strong...when this is over, we’ll go see her and start-” Steve was cut off again when Wanda shook her head.

“Steve...you and I both know this isn’t gonna end with us just being able to go back...” She looked up at him. He was about to speak up again, when he heard Sam in his ear.

“Cap, Tony and Rhodey are flying in now. You good to go?” 

Steve looked to Wanda, knowing she heard him too since they all had coms. She nodded. “On my way.” He turned to leave, before giving Wanda one last look. “Whatever happens, it’ll be okay.”

It wasn’t.

The fight at the airport was beyond tiresome, and they lost. Steve and Bucky got away to handle the other Winter Soldiers, but the rest of the team was captured.

So now here she was, sitting in a cell in a high security prison in the middle of the ocean...with a straight jacket and shock collar on. Wanda couldn’t even be upset about it. She was numb. She’s already lost everything she possibly could. Her parents, her brother, her country, and now...you. She couldn’t bring herself to care whether or not she wasted away in this cell. Maybe she deserved to.

But of course, she couldn’t even have that for long, as Steve broke them out a few days later.

Up on the quinjet with Steve and the rest of the team, she sat alone, staring out the window watching the dark clouds pass by. After a few moments, she felt a presence next to her. She looked over to see who it was. Natasha.

“What are you doing here?” Wanda asked, looking back out the window. 

“It’s a long story.” She answered. “Steve told me what happened, I...I’m not even sure what to say. I am so sorry Wanda.” Wanda merely nodded, not trusting her voice right now. Natasha took a deep breath and continued. “Y’know...I can pull some strings, the ones I have left anyway. Get Y/n relocated to be with us. I know she doesn’t remember anything right now, but-”

“No.” Wanda cut her off, surprising the redhead.

“Wha...what do you mean ‘no’?”

Wanda had thought about it, she’s thought about it the entire time she was in the Raft. She would love nothing more than to see you again, to hold you and help you on your recovery, but...she couldn’t. She was a wanted fugitive now, and you were only in this predicament because of her...she had to be selfless here. She couldn’t bring you into this life, not when you were missing chunks of your own.

“I mean no.” She said, looking up into Natasha’s eyes, tears pooling in her own. “She’s better off.”

And with that, Wanda got up, walking towards the back of the jet to be alone. She took a deep breath, and prepared herself. Preparing herself for a new life as a fugitive on the run. And most importantly...

Preparing for a life without you.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Day four of the Horror on Cherry Lane Challenge! Today’s prompt was Sunglasses!

Steve has a lot of secrets. Too many probably.

Most teenagers’ secrets are things like sleeping with the wrong people, smoking the cheap shit the jocks pass out, broken curfews and failing grades. He’s got all of those too, but Steve's secret runs much deeper than that.

His is the kind of secret that’d have men in black suits coming to take him away, or at this point, more than a decade after letting him go in the first place, putting a bullet in the back of his skull and calling it a day before any trouble comes up.

He’s been stuck in Hawkins all his life. Been fed the knowledge about the world off a silver spoon he didn’t ask for. His first five years of life are well forgotten to shock therapy and to the lab, where they intended to use him and the rest of the kids like him as weapons. Pawns in their big game of life.

But Steve was different. He could turn his powers off, make them undetectable by the machines they hooked him up to. They thought he was just a failure, so after so long, they wiped his brain with their very own cocktail of drugs and just let him go. Adopted him out to a middle aged dink couple who wouldn’t run their mouths about where their little bundle of joy came from as long as their pockets were lined with enough hush money, and that was that.

It didn’t take long for them to realize though, that he wasn’t as normal as they had been convinced he was. Not even knowing he was doing anything wrong, little Stevie would have outbursts, or small tantrums as momma always tried to convince everyone who told her Steve was too much for her to handle.

These weren’t just normal crying fits though. Anyone who got near him would be just as sad or scared or frustrated as he was. A single sob from that boy had enough power to crack the foundations of the family home.

Most kids when they have a cranky morning will get on the nerves of their parents, but Steve could disrupt the whole neighborhood without even realizing it. And that was his power.

They didn’t have a name for it, really. The range of what he can do is too broad, too undefined by anything else. There was a telekinetic girl, a pyrokinetic he’s pretty sure is dead now. But Steve was just special. Part of what made it so easy to go under their radar was this, but it also made him a risk.

The only reason he wasn’t immediately reported and given back to the bad men was the power this frail boy carried. It scared Ruthie and John, and they decided that they’d rather face the men at that lab again than a seven year old who could accidentally destroy them with his emotions.

So they kept him, and certainly kept their distance. They forced him into a little mold of how to behave properly and made him take pills to weaken his powers. They send him to behavioral therapy and make him act like he’s not a failed government experiment. A fact which he only learned a couple of years ago after his pills worked a little too well at messing with his memory that he forgot to take them, and memories came flooding back.

For the same reasons, Steve’s bored of being careful. Bored of following all the rules and being passive, just pretending he’s like everyone else so mommy and daddy dearest are safe. He starts getting a little riskier, testing what he can do, since this is the first time he’s ever really had control over his ability. He finds a link with other people and their emotions, something of an empathy power, but he doesn’t get far in his research, because his plan very quickly goes to shit when Billy Hargrove rolls into town.

Where to begin with Billy. That boy makes him feel all sorts of things he never even considered. The very first day he showed his unimpressed (but very impressive) face at Hawkins high, Steve cracks his windshield. Oops.

He was able to tap into that control and tone it down, but that reserve dwindled the more he’s around Billy, and from there it just spirals. Bending the basketball hoop on accident, exploding light fixtures, giving everyone in the school headaches. It gets to the point where Steve has to come to terms with the fact that he had a crush on Billy, and that he has to do something to get it back under his control before somebody gets hurt.

That and he doesn’t want to get caught now. He just got back into the swing of using his powers before Billy interrupted his calm. Going back there, or whatever else might happen, is the last thing he wants for himself.

He settles for a pair of ray bans.

It’s stupid, but when Steve was still young and all but popping his mommas brains every single time he cried, she was desperate to find a way to get him to stop. She started to notice he’d concentrate hard on one thing and another would happen, staring at a lamp until it shattered, looking into her face until her ears started to ring and pop. So she does what she can to break that subconscious focus. Puts a barrier between him and all that he’s hurting. A plastic, race car themed barrier, but it does its job, and it worked every time until they got him on meds. So now that he’s old enough not to just tear the damn things right off his face, he figures it’s worth a shot.

Because nothing had made him this emotional, this out of control since the day he found out the truth about his past. Billy is special, and the very last thing he wants is to lose control and hurt him.

He still feels like a dope walking into the school with a pair of shades on. Everyone starts to stare in that way he tries not to let remind him of the lab and the doctors standing in circles around him, prodding and waiting for a reaction. Steve thinks wearing sunglass inside is the least weird thing to happen in the halls of a highschool if Tina can come in with a perm high enough to touch the ceiling, but whatever. He’ll get over it.

The fact that nothing’s exploded from how on edge he is, mostly from wondering if his momma’s trick will work and not because of their judgement, is a very good sign.

Boldly, he decides to put it to the ultimate test, and approaches Billy.

In his head, he’s so focused on just going to talk to Billy, he has nothing planned to say to him, but he thinks he would’ve forgotten anyways, what with the lazy smile Billy flashes him when he notices him approaching.

Steve’s gaze quickly darts past Billy to check for damage to anything, the racing in his chest from just a look like that typically enough to at least crack a window. Maybe he’s not as confident about this as he thought, or maybe Billy’s just really good at making him flustered.

Doesn’t matter, because he’s at the other boys locker before he has time to process what he’s doing, “Lookin’ for somethin’ Harrington?”

“Oh, yeah, I was just checking for uh, my fans. Yeah, they follow me around everywhere, you know?” It’s bullshit, and it sounds more than dumb coming out of Steve’s mouth, but it makes Billy laugh, real low and raspy and that’s a win in his book.

“That what the little disguise is for?” Billy hums and taps his temple, clearly referring to the sun glasses perched on Steve’s nose.

“Oh these? No, I uh, wear these ‘cause of the uh.. because I wanna sleep in class and down want the teachers to know?” His answer comes as more of a question than anything, so he’s grateful when Billy seems to be more interested in his excuse than the subject at hand.

“Pfft, yeah right. I’ve heard you sleepin’ on the basketball bus. Ain’t no way your snoring doesn’t get you caught before your eyes do.”

Steve just waves him off, laughs with Billy even if his heart isn’t in it.

Billy closes his locker door, switching the subject as the scenery switches. It’s all a distraction to Steve, but he forces himself to look Billy in the face as the other boy asks him, “Seriously though dude, you okay? It ain’t like you to switch up your look. You’re not hiding anythin’ under the shades are you?”

“Nah. Just been thinking, I’m not the King because I’m not cool anymore, right? So I’m tryin’ to look a little more.. interesting.” Steve’s not a very quick or good liar, despite the military guarded secret that is himself and the little black number seven carved into his arm, and he can tell Billy doesn’t buy it.

He’s a good sport though, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders and assuring him with a little jostle, “Aw, Stevie, you're cool in my book. At least as long as you quit comin’ up with reasons not to hang with me, yeah?”

“Yeah, I- alright. I can do that. Sorry for flaking so much though. Didn’t realize until you said something.”

“S’Cool. Just meet me at the quarry after dark and it’ll make up for it.” Billy offers, obviously trying to play up the coolness neither of them apparently actually have, and Steve can’t help but call him on it. “It gets dark at like, four-thirty, five o’clock anymore?”

“Fine. Meet me at nine, pretty boy.” Billy smirks, dropping his voice to add knowingly, “And lose the shades. I think you’re much more interesting without ‘em.”

[a-cure-for-writers-block]

#100 (more) Angst/Argument Prompts

This has been highly requested recently and I had a bit of time whilst I was on holiday, so here we are! 100 more angst/argument prompts~ I’m sorry if it’s a little repetitive of the last one, I hope I didn’t recycle them- anyways, enjoy!

“Don’t touch me, you lost that privilege when you let him into our bed.”

“You just keep acting like everything’s fine! It’s not fine!”

“I hate you, I hate everything you stand for, every fibre of your being.”

“I don’t have the energy to yell at you, you’re not worth it anyway.”

“Show up here again and you won’t live to see the end of it.”

“You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved and you killed her!”

“There’s not a single reason I can think of for me to let you see her. You may be her father, but I’m her everything.”

“You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”

“I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.”

“Nothing you do will fix things, no amount of money will turn back time.”

“I wish you’d just leave me alone, I wish I’d never met you.”

“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”

“I wouldn’t hate myself as much as I do now if it weren’t for you.”

“Thank you for ruining my life, I know exactly the kind of person I don’t want to become now.”

“Don’t look at me like you’re sorry. You’re not sorry.”

“You’ll never love me like you loved her. I know that now.”

“Not now, not ever. You’ll never be the person I love.”

“I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.”

“Yell at me, scream until your throat hurts, put a damn bullet in my chest, but you will not touch him.”

“I would rather die than be the person who climbs into bed with you at the end of the night.”

“You lied! You lied again and I fell for it!”

“Everytime you open your mouth I want to push you over the edge of a cliff and I mean that with all my heart.”

“Don’t pretend there’s more than years of pure hatred here.”

“We were never in love, we were simply caught up in a nightmare that felt like a dream.”

“You’ll never forgive me, I know that, but please just pretend you love me. Just until the kids are old enough.”

“Shoot me, I dare you, it’ll make you feel better.”

“And if I die, I swear, I’ll crawl out of my grave just to ruin your life.”

“I promised you a lifetime of misery, do you really think I’m done just yet?”

“You’ll end up dead if you keep that up and it won’t even be at my hands.”

“Hit me, hit me and see what happens to you.”

“Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

“It wasn’t an accident! It wasn’t and you know it!”

“It was assault, it was you.”

“There’s no one I can hire, no one I can call that will give you a torturous enough death.”

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

“Anything- anything- but this!”

“There’s nothing I can say to get you to fix what you did, there’s nothing I can do to understand why you did it.”

“You should’ve just killed me, I could’ve just been a nameless body in an abandoned cemetery. You could’ve just set me free.”

“He’s the only person left! He’s the only thing I’ve got, the last good thing in my life!”

“You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

“She was nothing to you, was she? Then prove it.”

“Don’t even look at me, everything about you is everything I tried so hard not to be.”

“You’re not someone I’ve ever understood, but I never thought I’d hate you as much as I do at this moment.”

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself, I want nothing more than to ruin your life.”

“Jump, I dare you, but will that really make you happy?”

“You sound just like the person I used to love, but you’re not him anymore, are you.”

“I asked for your help, I begged you for it, now do you understand?”

“Don’t romanticise death if you won’t follow through.”

“Hate is a pitiful emotion, but then again, you are a pitiful person.”

“What is stronger than love? Nothing? Then you will simply not win.”

“You could’ve defeated me, broken me, left me as a pile of flesh. What stopped you?”

“I never have been someone to take the moral high ground, blood and broken bones is much simpler, don’t you think?”

“She wasn’t your person to ruin.”

“I had it under control! I had a plan!”

“She’ll bleed out before nightfall and you think we should stay? Are you stupid?”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t remember your face when he wakes up, your eyes always were horribly distinctive.”

“You shouldn’t have come, I don’t want you here.”

“He doesn’t own me! He can’t keep controlling me anymore!”

“I refuse to keep being a pawn in your game, this has to end.”

“If I loved you, would I really have kept you around? Love is a weakness, I don’t have weaknesses.”

“I must admit, it would’ve been easier to get rid of you if you weren’t so beautiful.”

“Nothing will change if you stay here with me! Nothing will ever change!”

“It should’ve been an easy decision to make, but you’ve never made things easy, have you.”

“The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.”

“I can keep this up for longer than you can stick around for. Cut my hair, change my name, you’ll never find me.”

“What did you want in the beginning? What did you think would happen?”

“You’re not him! You’re not him and that’s the problem!”

“Hire a necromancer so I can tell her how much I hate her guts for leaving me like this.”

“There’s nothing you can do, this is it. This is how it goes.”

“You never let me go, that’s why you’re miserable.”

“I’m not the person at fault, I never was. It’s you, it was always you!”

“Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.”

“So none of it was real? You didn’t mean any of it?”

“You’re the last person I want to talk to right now. We can’t just put things aside because I’m having a bad night.”

“People talk- people will always talk- and you never listened.”

“The last thing I want is for you to think I’m grateful for what you did back there.”

“I couldn’t think of a worse outcome, unless of course, you had some other way to ruin my day?”

“Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”

“You betrayed her! You betrayed her trust and look where it got us!”

“I should’ve stayed in San Francisco, I shouldn’t have ever met you.”

“Even after everything, you still won’t admit this was your doing. This was your fault. It always has been.”

“I can’t risk her getting hurt anymore, I can’t put her in danger just to keep you safe!”

“You’ve never been someone I looked up to, I just wished you’d at least acknowledge me.”

“This was never how I wanted things to go.”

“Living is so much harder than dying, are you sure you’re fit for living?”

“I wanted her heart, everything good and pure, but nothing in this world is ever what it seems.”

“You should’ve seen the look on his face- he’s going to destroy you.”

“She’s my daughter, can you really blame me for hating her when she’s just like me?”

“You never should’ve left, it never should’ve been an option.”

“Somehow, whatever you do seems to be the wrong thing. I’m sick of it.”

“Do you actually hate me or is it just the idea of having someone to despise that you enjoy?”

“Nothing you guessed about me was true, I’m nothing like anyone’s ever met before.”

“I’m not the person you thought I was, but neither were you.”

“How can you care for her? You’ve never met her, have you?”

“You’ll never meet again, life in death is like nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“I wish a lot of things, but most of all, I wish you didn’t hate me.”

“These days, I think about you, but you’re never the same person I created in my mind.”

“It could’ve been worse, we could’ve fallen in love.”

“At least I can forget him- he’s easy to forget- but her, I’ll never forget her for as long as I live. And it’s all your fault.”

[k3rm1e]

hiiii i know i haz been lurk 🐮 Anoon for a good bitz but I haz an idea fro DadBoyHalo and Dadza(sepretz courze!!) havingz to take care of their very chaos childrenz(DadBoyHalo wif Sapnap + reader, Dadza with SBI + reader) ówò?

Thankz yuuuu!!!

-🐮 Anoon

dadboyhalo & friends

hiiii i know i haz been lurk 🐮 Anoon for a good bitz but I haz an idea fro DadBoyHalo and Dadza(sepretz courze!!) havingz to take care of their very chaos childrenz(DadBoyHalo wif Sapnap + reader, Dadza with SBI + reader) ówò?

Thankz yuuuu!!!

-🐮 Anoon

hello! sorry it took me so long to get back to you 🐮 anon! i’ve been busy but here’s this. i’m assuming you wanted canon bbh and canon sbi so i did this according to canon. i wrote the dadboyhalo one today and will be posting the dadza one tomorrow if that's okay! i went a lot off track with this one but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

dadboyhalo:

  bad did not anticipate acquiring two chaos children when he decided to take home the young kids he found in the nether. the demon himself was from the nather, and felt sympathy for the poor kids.

  he had just been strolling through the nether, trying to gather netherite to make armor for skeppy and himself when suddenly, he ran into two children. “oh, hello” he bent down, checking to make sure the two of you were okay. he ran all around the nether, trying to see if you had parents or anyone recognized you. and no one did. so, out of a misplaced sense of responsibility, he took the two of you to the overworld.

  quickly, he realized the two of you were not normal children. when you woke up, you started glowing, sending fire everywhere out of fear. the noise woke up sapnap, who also sent fire everywhere.

 “kids! please, stop sending fire everywhere!” bad was pleading for you guys to stop.

  skeppy, for some reason, ran in trying to help bad. “BAD I’LL SAVE YOU!” he launched two of bad’s homemade gluten free muffins at your heads. instantly, the flames went down as you each picked up a muffin and began munching on it.

  “SKEPPY! THAT’S CHILD ABUSE!” bad grabbed one of skeppy’s muffins and threw it at his head. “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

  “WHY DOES THAT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO COMMIT SKEPPY ABUSE!” he was holding his head in his hands, the muffins now on the floor.

  and that was how you became his muffin heads.

  for years, the you and sapnap remained chaotic beings. as babies, you burnt down more than half the furniture in the house. once the two of you got a bit older, it didn’t get any better. at school you and sapnap (mainly sapnap) would get in fights, making flames. after one too many occasions of this happening, you had finally been pulled out of school

  bad had taken you home after another altercation, sitting the two of you down on the couch. it was time for a stern talking to. “you gotta learn to control your flames, okay? you especially, sapnap. no more fights.”

  “sorry dad…” you muttered, puting your head down.

  “i’m not gonna apologize! especially not to that kid! he was being rude!” sapnap got in a fight with a kid named ‘dream’, who was making fun of the two of you for not knowing who your real parents are. this wasn’t the only time they had fought.

  “yes, you will sapnap. i’m sick of this constant fighting. you will apologize to how you treated that boy. i don’t care if he was being rude, you could’ve seriously injured him!”

  bad took you guys to his friends puffy’s house, to have a talk with her and dream. he apologized to both of them, after sapnap refused to say sorry.

  “i’m so sorry for my son's behavior. if there’s anything we can do at all to help, i’d be happy to.”

  “no, no its okay bad. i had dream here tell me what he was arguing with your kids about. i guess he was making fun of them for not knowing their birth parents. you have to understand, bad, he’s just insecure about not knowing his own. being here with foolish, he feels a bit left out.”

  with this information, you had formed a plan. that night, you and sapnap snuck out to dream’s.

  “dream! dream! wake up!” you were launching pebbles at his window, while sapnap made a tiny flame in his hand to create light.

about to lose hope, you looked up when a window was opened. “what do you want?” you could tell the boy was nervous, as he was averting eye contact with the two of you, sapnap especially. he was leaning out the window, holding onto the railing.

  “dream! wanna be friends?”

  and from there, you had made a new friend. it was the three of you, up until highschool. a new student, george, had arrived at the school. his group of friends, began making fun of the three of you. dream, being embarrassed, had put on a mask. instead of his usual, emotion filled face, you were left with an expressionless mask that was always smiling.

  after two months of constant bullying, george had attempted to apologize to you on his friend's behalf.

  “hey. i know we’re not friends. the furthest from it, actually. but i wanted to apologize. the way they, my friends, treat you, is wrong. i don’t hang out with them anymore. i was wondering if maybe we could try this again? reintroduce ourselves?” george was rubbing the back of his neck, hiding his eyes behind glasses. you were immediately brought back to the memory of asking dream to be your friends. but, instead of you asking, george was asking you this time.

  you tell sapnap was about to launch into a long rant, always ready to jump the gun and attack. you answered before he could ruin this. “i would love to try again with you, george. how about you sit with us for lunch?”

  and from here on, it was the four of you. and each of you made your dad’s life a living hell. causing trouble in school, fighting with wilbur and his little brother, fighting with each other, whatever you could do to cause trouble, you had done.

  “guys!! please!! stop running around, we have to get to your graduations!!”

  “sorry bad! we’re busy, being adults!” you were all running around the area, playing a very violent game of hide and seek. dream’s goal was to get to the school. all you, sapnap, and george had to do was stop him.

  after two hours of running around and chasing and fighting, dream had finally arrived at the school, winning the game. bad, skeppy, and puffy were the only ones left, sitting in the chairs set up at the field for parents to sit in. you all slowly walked up, knowing you were screwed.

  “so? did you guys have fun?” bad stared at you all, disappointed looking.

  you smiled, sweat gleaning in the setting sun and turned to your friends. sapnap was smiling wide next to you, his hair held back by a white piece of cloth dream used to hold up an old mask that had since been destroyed. george was laughing, looking up at the sky. he had no family to annoy in the beginning. now, he had the three of you to call home. for once, dream wasn’t being overly protective of his face. you could see a large grin going eye to eye under his mask. he hadn’t looked this happy in a long time.

  you looked back at your dad “yeah dad, we did.we did”

  at this, his face softened and he affectionately sighed. “you muffin heads...”

[kurohoely]

mask (sakusa x y/n)

What happens when Sakusa realizes masks are better off than on?

genre: hurt/comfort, sakusa is in time skip!

wc: 2.2k

It was known that Sakusa is reserved, he only shows his most relaxed self to those who he trusts, which includes you. He can show those random, whacky emotions, teasing you and giving some gen z emojis but being open and vulnerable? That’s just not him.

You have been dating him for almost a few months now and a lot of people were surprised that you both actually worked out. The dynamic you both have was something people often quote as ‘not compatible’. You knew him before since you both have few classes together in college but who would’ve thought from those unintentional crossings lead you here. Sakusa’s character is pretty obvious and you kind of get it by now how he works and acts but was there any difference between before and now? Why does it feel like the walls are kept up, and builds higher than before?

You tried to initiate a lot of things. He does too but he was indeed more awkward, baby steps as you call it. Despite all that, you appreciate him, all the things he did were definitely out of his comfort zone. You kept saying to yourself that he's trying, remembering that he was the one that confessed first. You hold onto that memory in hope that it will be dynamic throughout the relationship.

But how about right now? With the new season up and running, you kept seeing less and less of him. Countless lonely dinners and cold bedsheets. Rescheduled dates and missing out on one another. You almost excused Sakusa for forgetting your anniversary, thinking it was a given. You signed up to be with someone that has no constant rhythm in their life, always the next big thing to keep their lives afloat. Again, you put on another layer, masking away, reasoning to yourself that things will work out. You don't want to bother him, let alone be the reason why he is stressing out. Patience has always been a good nature of you but sometimes, you question if you should stop being selfless and start being selfish. He is your boyfriend after all.

Sakusa noticed the subtle changes that happened. He felt that you were perfect. Too perfect, as a matter of fact. He wanted to sit down and try to understand why and where this was coming from because he definitely didn't confess to you for perfection. He wanted you. Not any other version. Pure and transparent. No mask. But as much as he wanted to, it is still out of his nature, and with the season starting, it will be quite some time before he can bring this again.

Mid through the season, work is piling up, matches are getting tougher each time they win. That’s a given. You came to almost all of his games and have them recorded on tv. Whatever the outcome, you will always be proud of him. He was basking in his prime condition; you were there for him and his plays were getting synchronized with the team at a rate that even the coach was surprised. He left the thought at the back of his mind, focusing on what he has to do first. After each match, you both have this little ritual, spending some alone time together starting with dinner as both of your schedules sometimes don't overlap quite nicely. Sakusa told you about his plays as if you weren’t there to witness it all and you can’t blame him. You love seeing the sparkle in his eyes when he talks about how good it felt when spiking. The conversation flows naturally and you both talked about how your days went. You were both walking diaries of each other. Not until Sakusa flipped a page that has been long overdue.

He cussed himself to have the audacity to forget about this issue. He doesn’t like this. It was as if he’s taking advantage of your facade, your mask. Even though Sakusa tells you many times that you need to wear one physically, this was something that he wished to be stripped off completely. He hates it. He hates that he can't be a safe space for you. Someone you can let yourself breathe from the suffocating expectations from the outside world. But what he hates the most is that you changed yourself to accommodate his own ignorance.

Sakusa flipped his match schedule. It looks like there won't be another match in 5 days. He called Meian and Iwaizumi if it’s okay if he takes a few days off from practice. Both of them were surprised that Sakusa would even ask for a day off but they agreed anyway. He’s not the type to ask for one so this must be something really important.

Saturday shifts are hard. You only have one day of rest before hustling again on Monday but oh you were SO GLAD that your manager said that you can have a paid leave on Monday after helping out on a side project for some other team.

You pushed your shared apartment door, dragging your feet inside. You saw Sakusa peek his head from the kitchen. He took off his apron and walked to you, grabbing your bags from the floor and giving a peck on your cheek. You went to the bedroom and saw the bath bomb that you bought impulsively on your previous date. A bath sounds nice, you thought to yourself.

Filling up the bath to a slightly hotter temperature, a much-needed one to shake that fatigue out from your body and start your long weekend with a fresher body. Gently dipping your toes, you hold the sides and lower yourself in, letting the heat seep into your skin. As you were shuffling your position, a knock on the bathroom door.

“Can I come in?”

“Doors unlocked so yeah baby come in”

Sakusa twisted the knob, letting himself in. He sat on the floor next to the tub, a rare sight for Sakusa and you. He folded his arms on the dry part of the tub and stared into your eyes. Losing himself in your mind, finding where he actually belongs. He knows this isn’t the right time, not even a good one, to bring up this matter but it has been pushed back for too long, he couldn’t care less about what setting it was in right now. You were always firm on your stands, confronting those to have the middle ground in everything but now, it was as if he’s with someone else.

“Hey sunshine, how's the bath”

You flushed at the pet name he called you. When was the last time you heard that softness, that warmth? The sense of home and belonging to another person, solely wanting to give your whole life away in exchange for his.

“It's pretty nice. Do you wanna join in?”

“Hmm sounds nice.”

He removes his mask and strips quickly, submerging himself into the tub in front of you. He pressed his muscular, toned back to your chest, taking its warmth into his body. Taking in whatever he could take from you between his skin and yours. Your scent, your heat, your touch, the friction, sensation - everything. He knows he wants everything but how about you? He sometimes thinks that he forced you into the relationship, going above and beyond to go with how he handles things. His fussy attitude when it comes to cleaning, being in crowds, and towards people in general. Whatever the train of thought was, he needs to know, He can’t bear seeing his future bland and monotonous because you were not there. You were his yellow, heck, you were his entire spectrum.

“Hey y/n, I know it's not a good time to ask this but, did I do something that makes you uncomfortable? I know I’m not good with words or being affectionate, doing all those sweet things that you see in movies but the last thing I want you to be is forcing yourself to be something that you are not.

“If there’s anything wrong that I did please tell me I…”.

“No! You did nothing wrong. You were perfect but maybe too perfect. I have this feeling that you weren't being yourself for quite some time. It's like you have this mask that you put on whenever you are with me. I know you are sensitive in nature - both to other people and towards yourself, which is why I fell in love with but aren't relationships supposed to be a two-way thing? I need to know what’s bothering you so please talk to me. I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to be your most comfortable as if both of us are the only ones that are living on this earth. I wish I could come and talk to you sooner about this but I got too caught up in the games. It's my fault. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be braver on confronting things like these. I’ll try to be more attentive to the small things”

Hearing this from Sakusa made your heart burst into so many emotions that were buried for so long. Happy, sad, hopeless, desperation, anger, guilt but most importantly, longing. You could only cry when he finished his last words. You were gasping for air, clawing yourself into Sakusa’s shoulders to grip on whatever you can. Wet streams trickled down Sakusa’s nape, dampening them. Sakusa was flustered as if it was the first time he ever saw you broke down. The first time? Oh God, how much has he been missing in this relationship...

“I’m sorry Omi. I was trying to be understanding. I tried to make this home at least a space where you can have at least some peace. I wanted to be with you more so badly but I know by asking it, you have to take time off or you might just think I'm annoying. And I hate it. Words cut more for me since it is the least effort to bring out but weighs the most. I don't think I can bear with it. So I avoided it. I avoid creating any chances that would lead us to fight. But then, it hit me when you started to slip away, distancing yourself subtly. Our dinner time became shorter, we didn't even cuddle anymore because your muscles were sore and I want them to heal fast so you can play your best. It seems like it backfired huh?”

Sakusa was taken aback due to a lot of things. How he finally was able to hear you say his pet name, the range of small things that you do, putting him as your topmost priority when you yourself are buried down, succumbing to earth more and more. How could he be so blind? It hurts him. It hurts him that you didn't even consider being comfortable with him. It destroys him that all of your actions were threaded with the thoughts of him when he did nothing, even worse, he forgot. Sakusa felt a sting poking through his heart, thin-like rods thrusting through it slowly. He felt a burning sensation that he was sure he didn’t like. If he felt this after hearing all of these, what about you? You’ve been carrying these for weeks, stretching out to months, yet you’re still here. How did he end up with someone as thoughtful and wonderful as you? He turned his body around, facing you. Your legs tangling together, bringing you inside his embrace, pushing your foreheads together. He lets out a breath after his thoughts finally reach a verdict.

“Hey bub, it’s okay. We’re here now. I’m sorry it took my dumbass this long to have this conversation. You don’t know how much you meant to me even though I barely show it. Please know that at least. I love you. I love you so much, too much that I cannot imagine waking up the next day without you. You were the reason I can handle Atsumu’s ass, thinking about if I can go through that part of the day, I can see you again. A little reward from me to myself. I asked for a few days off, shall we do a bit of catching up session?”

A tint of coral pink brushes lightly on top of your cheeks. Seeing Sakusa being all vulnerable and open, is a view that you wish no one will ever see besides you. You smiled and chuckled lightly.

Sakusa's heart swells. There it is. The smile that got him smitten all over. The small chuckle that you made was a symphony to his ears. It was as if at this moment he fell in love again. He found the you that he fell for but even deeper. He swore that day he would never make you feel like this.

You both get out, drying yourself together. Omi blow-dried your hair and you did his. He's pretty good at managing your hair because of his curls. You both did a random 14-step Korean skincare routine and cuddling around watching your favorite movie - Pride and Prejudice. Sakusa never understood why you liked this movie so much but today he finally does. When two lovers placed down their masks and finally faced each other, all became visible. The adoration in one's eyes, longing for the warmth of the other, to finally be together.