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earthtoplum · 2 years ago

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hellraiser. // eddie munson. (9)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You’re head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count: 7k

general warnings: language (always), mentions of death, suggestive conversation, sex talk, mentions of s/a storyline throughout, SEASON 4 SPOILERS. if i missed anything, please let me know!

a/n: Cannot believe I get to post this. I've missed this so much. I hope I continue to do the rest of this story justice. Thank you for being so patient with me. I love and appreciate you all. <3

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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nine. i did the thing i do now

It was edging two o’clock in the morning by the time you were sitting on the end of your bed with your feet crossed under you. Wet, clean hair dangled at your shoulders, getting the fresh t-shirt you had put on a little damp. Your hands were folded in your lap, sitting on top of your legs while you stared down at your comforter beneath you with lifeless eyes.

You couldn’t comprehend what had happened in that house, in Victor Creel’s house. The thing with the lights, and how everyone was able to apparently follow Vecna, and how the flashlights exploded right in front of you all… it blew your mind. You felt like you needed to write it all down while you remembered every detail so you didn’t leave anything out when you got back to tell Eddie.

“Are you listening to me?” Your mothers quiet, but harsh tone says to you. She was pacing the length of your room, slowly, while she’d been rambling for ten minutes already.

Once you were home, after she’d picked you up at Nancy’s like she said she would, she followed you as you came upstairs, keeping a close eye on you while you got ready to shower- something she ordered you to do. She stood in front of the door, leaving you a few minutes alone to breathe, and when you were finished she followed you to your bedroom where she shut your door, standing right inside of it.

You changed at the speed of light into clothes that belonged to you, because if you had put on any of Eddie’s it would make the following speech even more unbearable. In the fresh clothes, that honestly felt incredible, you situated yourself in the spot you’re in now, zoning out in exhaustion as Tina went on, and on, about everything you’ve done wrong.

“Yes, I’m listening,” You whisper.

“I waited all night for you to come home,” She says, “The day you leapt out of your window? Have you always known how to do that?” She stopped her pacing, facing you with a questioning look. Looking up at her, you gulp. She actually wanted an answer.

You weren’t sure how to go about this. On one hand, you could be completely honest, and you could be a dick about it… Or, you could play it safe, act innocent, maybe even make her believe she was crazy for thinking you would ever make sneaking out of your window a habit.

“Yes,” You decide to answer honestly, having gone through too much bullshit in the past week to have the energy to lie. Tina sighs, lifting her chin to glance to your ceiling for a moment, in frustration. Her eyes find some of the photos you’ve taken over the years, and they soften for a second as they flicker over a few of Eddie and the two of you on your adventures in the summertime.

Looking up at them as well, you frown, seeing happy memories at such an awful time. Tina looks back at you, folding her arms across her chest, watching your chin start to crinkle. You can’t remember the last time she’s actually seen you cry.

“I don’t understand why you guys hate him,” Your voice is broken. Tina stands her ground, but her softened eyes give her truth away.

“I learned another reason why yesterday,” She says, “Any well-mannered boy would’ve come to us and said-”

“He wanted to tell you!” You raise your voice, and she shushes you, “Shit, even I did before… Before he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time,” You exchange your louder volume for a quieter one, “But you and Neil are both too stubborn to look past how he dresses.”

“It is not just how he dresses,” Tina slowly shakes her head, “In the past four days I’ve learned about the license suspension. The underage drinking, the marijuana smoking, the running away from the cops after being caught doing those things… Sweetie, were… were you involved in all of that?” Turning away, you settle your eyes back on the comforter under you.

This was what you’ve been trying to avoid by keeping your relationship a secret. By keeping Eddie as far away from your family as possible, it was all your dirty little secret to keep, and it was fun.

Having your parents find out what you’ve been doing and who you’ve been doing it with was terrifying, but sneaking around them, stealthily dangling shit right in front of their faces while they were completely oblivious was thrilling. They had no idea what you’d get into. They were clueless as to who you were, the kind of person their daughter had turned into. Tina and Neil had their own version of you living in their small town brainwashed minds, but they knew, or at least thought that Eddie was corrupting you somehow.

Little did they know he had nothing to do with it, it was all voluntary on your part. Most times, smoking or drinking, Eddie wouldn’t offer unless you asked.

Holding your own hands tighter, feeling some nervousness bubble up as you prepare to answer your mother, you take a short breath and nod your head, mumbling, “Yes.”

It was like she expected you to say it.

Murmuring something unintelligible to herself as her eyes close for a moment, she opens them to send you a glare that is something fierce, mixed with a gentleness. Her socked feet bring her closer to your bed. She sits down on the edge and places a hand on the comforter just beside one of your knees.

Nothing is said for a minute. Nothing can be heard other than the crickets outside while you waited for her to speak, unsure of what was going to come out first. Her tired eyes break away from yours, taking in the sight of the blanket underneath of you both that her own mother had made. Squishing the soft, yet scratchy knitting between her fingers, there’s an intake of a breath and a long, drug out, calming release.

“I imagined a day like this coming,” Her voice is utterly quiet as her eyes find yours once more, “Me, sitting here on your bed, in the earliest hours of the morning, talking… Talking about him.” Nodding your head in the slightest, you decide to keep your mouth shut, as long as she continues on with this tone of understanding.

“Mothers intuition is strong,” A minor smirk appears on her lips before it drops away, “I had a feeling… Eddie meant more to you than just a friend,” You avert your eyes at the sound of his name, focusing down to where her chipped, pastel yellow fingernails were holding onto the comforter. Going missing for a couple of days really threw her off, she didn’t have the desire to fix up the details of her appearance at all.

“It’s why I urged you to bring him to dinner last Thursday,” Tina nods, pressing her lips together before she says, “I thought I’d be able to make out any signs that the two of you were going to become something one day.” You point your eyes up at her once she falls quiet. You watch her wear a few emotions on her face, settling for subtle discomfort.

“I also wanted to check, and see if something was… off,” She whispers, making your brows furrow above your cautious eyes. Glancing away, the look of discomfort grows until she’s scrunching her nose and gripping the blanket so tight that her knuckles are tensing. The facade that this was going to end smoothly was being quickly stripped away.

“The day I’d imagine?” She keeps her voice at a whisper, whipping her head back to look at you, her gaze so strong you’re locked on it, “Would be us sitting here, with you telling me he knocked you up,” She sneers, and your heart plummets to the pits of your stomach, “I’ve never shared this with your father, but trust me when I say he has similar beliefs,” Your fixed on her grimace, unable to look elsewhere.

“I’m not as bad as he is, you’ve got to give me that,” She lightens up for only a millisecond, pleading her case, “I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, I really did. My daughter is smart, she’s not stupid. She may hang around with the wrong bunch, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

“Wrong bunch,” You repeat, not moving a muscle. Tina nods once, to prove her point before she continues on. A rage begins to simmer beneath your skin. You refused to let anyone speak ill of the people you loved.

“After the dinner, I couldn’t put together anything out of the ordinary,” She shrugs, “It was just you and Eddie, acting like friends, absolutely nothing more,” Releasing the blanket from her grasp, she folds her arms over her chest and sighs, “I thought, we’re in the clear, these two don’t see each other that way at all,” She lowers her chin, directing a sharp glare your way, “Then, to find out it was all a lie.”

“How could I not have seen it?” She asks, throwing her hands out by her side dramatically, looking around your bedroom, “Three years, under my nose. You wear his clothing for god sake, it was adamant that he was corrupting you!” Her tone rises, as does yours.

“It was my choice too,” You grit your teeth, “He is not corrupting me, you are crazy.” Tina chuckles humorously, and shakes her head.

“I’m crazy?” She gestures to herself, then to you, “You’re the one sleeping with trailer trash, my god!” That rage that was simmering has since forth boiled over completely. You were through with having to deal with this.

Jumping off of your bed onto your feet, you no longer care that she’s in the room, and you start changing. Throwing clothes over your shoulder out of your dresser drawers, you search for pieces of Eddie’s wardrobe specifically.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tina asks with persistence, watching in shock as you tear apart your room.

Ignoring her, you strip off your pajamas and slip into a cropped Black Sabbath tee, and a pair of your dark straight leg jeans with a tear in the knee. She beckons you a couple more times to cut it out, and to sit back down, but you had made other plans. Flipping your hair upside down, you fluff it a bit before tossing it back over, taking a cheeky glimpse of yourself in the mirror over your dresser.

“Do you really think I’m going to allow you out of the house?” Tina scoffs, assuming she has the upper hand. Giving her an absolutely eye roll, you hurry to slip on a beat up pair of Reebok’s from your closet, and smirk.

“Do you really think I’m asking?” You ask with a growing smile, and bolt for your door. Your name is shouted somewhere in the back, but all you’re beginning to hear is the blood pumping in your ears, fueled solely by the anger you held for the woman who was now chasing after you down the stairs of your home.

Feet pounding down the wood, you leap off the second to last one, using the bannister to give you a boost, and hear the echoes of her feet follow. There’s a, “Get back here!”, and a, “You better not go out that door!”, shouted as well. However, all she gets in return is some hardcore laughter straight from your heart. Adrenaline was pulsing through your veins.

Not bothering to give her another look, you hustle for the front door, yanking it open, letting it slam into the wall without remorse. Your feet take you right down your lawn, down to the sidewalk, and onto the street where they decided they’d run all the way down to Ricks.

In the quiet night air, your favorite time of day is disturbed by the shouting of your name again, and, “You’re not allowed back here! When that trailer trash gets you pregnant and kicks you out, you’re on your own!” Releasing another laugh for her to hear, you suck in a breath of cool night air and sigh.

You were certain there wasn’t a shot that Eddie would drop you after this. Once he hears what’s happened, you know he’ll hold you tighter than ever, comforting you once the excitement of the experience wears off. You just hope that Uncle Wayne finds it in his heart to allow you to stay.

It takes some time to get to Ricks, but no longer than a half hour. Halfway through the journey your legs are screaming at you, your entire body running low on fuel. After the week you’ve had, you don’t think you’ve ever been this tired. The part of you that once daydreamed of running away from life is slowly starting to learn just how unappealing all of this is.

Keeping your eyes pointed to the ground, pulling your arms into your chest to try to stay warm in the chilled air, your jog slows to a steady paced speed walk. A trillion thoughts shuffle through your mind on replay, starting with Eddie, then snowballing into what you experienced in the Creel house.

You’ve been without a Vecna visit for a second now, something you were extremely grateful for, and when you think of it, so has Max. Your visions seemed to pair up, like the two of you were going through it at the same exact time. Mulling around the Creel house, when it was established that Vecna was in the attic, you prepared for the worst.

Up in the musty air of the old home, with a solid grip on one of Robin’s hands, you kept a close eye on the redhead who lingered closer to Lucas. Finally, after a moment alone together, it seemed like the two had at least begun to reconnect. The kids' drama could potentially be laughable, at least someone of your age would find it silly, but when you look back on your years as an underclassmen, you sympathize.

Huge emotions at such a young age are confusing, and now at eighteen, they aren’t any easier. Granted, you pray Max has never experienced what you went through at fourteen, and you’d never minimize what you went through just to make someone else's trauma more valid, but she’s suffered a great deal. Life hasn’t been easy to the girl, something you were familiar with, and knew all too well.

It was unnerving to feel like there was a monster stalking you, though. Knowing that at any moment you or Max could be pulled under into a haunting vision, or hallucination, whatever the goopy looking thing was doing to you.

As you walked the gravel road that slowly started to turn to dirt, it was all you could think about, your anxiety getting stuck on the thought that you could potentially be next.

“Straddle the line,” You mumble a song to keep your head on straight for the rest of the walk, “It’s discord and rhyme,” Rounding a grove of trees, you’re moments away from stepping onto Rick's property, “I’m on the… Oh, fuck.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, your surroundings are lit up with lights flashing red and blue. Your entire being freezes out of utter fear, the night air suddenly stinging your skin.

Murmurs of voices can be heard amidst the sounds of nature, and not much else.

Standing on the edge of the property you can see past the shed Eddie had been hiding out in, the comfort that once lived within those walls being searched by a couple officers. Out on the lake there’s a few boats shining their lights down into the water with more officers monitoring the shoreline.

“Shit,” You barely whisper. Someone had given him up.

Lights are on inside the house, making you wonder if they had taken Eddie in there, or if they were also searching that place up and down. With your heart sinking into the depths of your stomach, rendering you disgustingly nauseous, you manage to piece together that if it seemed like they were looking for something, it meant he wasn’t there.

Unsure whether that thought brought you a nasty sort of comfort, or worry, the entire situation has you paralyzed.

Times like this you wished Hellfire Club's game of D&D was real so you’d know Dungeon Master Eddie was going to make it out of this. Rule Zero.

A station wagon with six familiar heads inside pulls up to the scene, behind a news van. A sense of comfort floods your senses, sending you rushing toward it. Steve, Nancy, Robin and the three freshmen have filed out of Wheeler's car, grouping together to check out what lies beyond the yellow caution tape set up on the perimeter of Ricks. Crouching down as you hurry over, Robin catches the sound of your sneakers crunching on the gravel and snaps her neck in your direction.

“Robin,” You keep your voice down, watching her eyes brighten up, but not for too long. Calling her name catches everyone else's attention as well, the other five spinning around at the noise. The group was already on edge. Not a good sign.

“Oh my god,” Robin sighs, opening her arms to catch you in them, pulling you into a squeeze, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” You mumble into her shoulder. Taking a step away from her, you greet everyone else with a wave, but rest a hand on Max’s shoulder, giving it a little shake. Nancy quizzes you with her bright blue, owl eyes.

“How’d you get here?” She asks, looking for a clue behind you. Shrugging your shoulders, you shove your hands in the front pockets of your jeans and force a smile for the group.

“Yanno,” You shrug again, gears running on fumes in your brain to come up with a reasonable answer, “I ran,” You say, and Dustin snorts.

“You ran?” Steve and Nancy ask at the same time, their eyebrows raising to Mars. Nodding, you take in the sights around you and shrug for the last time.

“Pretty good at it,” You say nonchalantly, scoring another laugh from Henderson, “Think I got kicked outta my house,” Everyone’s eyes go wide, making you chuckle, “No big deal, I can have all the babies I want now,” Robin side eyes Steve, who gives it right back to her, “I don’t want to go back there anyway, I have to be here, but Eddie isn’t here and-I-don’t-know-where-he-went-and-there’s-cops,” You pause to gasp, not realizing you were spiraling into anxious rambles, “Everywhere-here-and-he’s-gone-and-I-can’t-go-home-and-I-need-him-to-be-okay-”

“Hey!” Robin takes you by the shoulders, cutting you off, “Look at me,” She soothes, and you listen, sucking down gulps of air, “Stay with me, you’re safe right here, I got you,” She guides you to take slower breaths along with her, then once you’ve come down from the frazzled high, she let’s you know that you’ll discuss everything that’s happened in the last few hours after you listen to what the police have to say about this situation.

Keeping you tucked under her arm while you all listen to Chief Powell, there’s nothing said to relieve any of the pent up worry you carried within your chest. If anything, he incites more by holding up a photo of Eddie, announcing his name to the television cameras. Once his name was spilled from the Chief’s lips, you couldn’t hear anything else. The world began to move in slow motion.

Clinging tight to Robin’s side now, your eyes drop down to the gravel and grass. There’s movement, and noise happening around you, but you’re unable to make sense of any of it. To the group, it’s Eddie speaking to them over a walkie-talkie, telling them he’s at Skull Rock, to you, it’s a bunch of gibberish. They let him know they have you, and that you’ve been posted up here all night, waiting, and when he asks how you’re doing, they’re unable to give him an answer.

After reassuring him they were on their way, you very well blacked out on Robin’s lap in the center row of Nancy Wheeler’s station wagon.

“...You want to try to wake…”

“...Not doing that to her…”

“It’s her boyfriend…”

“She’s obviously exhausted, I say let her sleep.”

Steve’s voice was the one to come in the clearest. It sounded like the elders of the group were bickering. Over you, nonetheless.

“She didn’t fall asleep, Stevie,” Robin says. Waking up a bit more, you kept your eyes closed and body still, curious as to what else they’d all say while thinking you were unconscious. On your back, Robin's hand draws gentle circles.

“So, she actually passed out,” Lucas says from somewhere behind you.

“Yeah,” Robin sighs, “She was already dizzy as shit, and I think hearing Chief Powell give up Eddie so fast just sent her into shock.”

“She has to be exhausted though, like you said,” Nancy says, and you can almost hear the sweet look she gives to Harrington, “She’s been doing this for days, I can’t imagine how she must feel. Physically, mentally…”

Deciding to open your mouth, the whole group releases something of a gasp.

“Sounds like Nancy Wheeler is worried about me,” You manage to mumble.

“Oh my god,” Robin sighs again, heavier this time, “You’re awake.”

The three freshmen behind you peek over the seat to check on you, babbling with Robin in relief. Cracking your eyes open to the harsh daylight, you squint, then decide to keep them shut.

“When are we there?” You ask, your tone coming off as bitter as possible. You’d become nicer when your head wasn’t throbbing and your boyfriend was in reach.

“Trying to find a spot to stop now,” Nancy says, her tone also coming off as bitter as possible now that she knows you’ve heard her admit to worrying about you.

Lifting your head, you sit up a bit and groan, rubbing your forehead. Robin's hand shifts upward, holding onto one of your shoulders. Looking over at her you give her your best smile.

“We have to walk through the woods, do you want to stay here? I can stay with you?” She asks quietly, “If you don’t feel up for it-”

“No,” You say, “This was dramatic,” Sighing, you sit yourself up all the way in the seat, shifting your eyes to the window that displayed the green part of Hawkins you were most familiar with.

“It’s not dramatic, you’re exhaus-”

“Exhausted,” You finish for her, turning your chin sharply in her direction, “Yeah, I know. It’s hard to sleep when you’re squatting behind a tree.” Keeping her mouth shut, Robin lets you vent, knowing that you weren’t snapping at her for any other reason than being anxious.

“How long were you waiting there for?” Steve asks from the seat in front of yours.

Shrugging, you focus back on the outside and say, “A couple hours, honestly. Ran out of my house around 2, found the police surrounding Ricks, and no Eddie.”

“You sat in the woods for, like, five hours?” Lucas’ tone is laced with disbelief. Glancing toward him over your shoulder, you press your lips together.

“Eddie sat at Rick’s for four days,” Your words stump everyone for a little while, until Nancy has the car parked.

On the edge of the road she’s hidden the car as best as she can. Spilling out the doors, Robin helps you up, tucking an arm underneath both of yours around your back. Whether you thought it was too dramatic or not, your body was giving out, and you needed the help.

Henderson leads the way with Steve trailing directly behind him, the two of them arguing from the start. Surrendering to Robin’s leadership, that means you’re stuck between her and Nancy, the two seeming to get closer and closer whenever you were back around them all.

Holding onto Robin's hand that's around you, you have your eyes pointed to the ground hoping to avoid stumbling over a rogue rock or branch. These woods were unpredictable, and as often as you’d mull through here with Eddie in the past, they were different every time. Come to think of it, whenever you’d trek through here previously, you felt almost the same way. Dizzy, a little out of it, and a bit excited to be around Eddie.

Of course the worry wasn’t ever a part of the mix, that was new.

Max and Lucas were sticking by one another again, a good distance away from you and the girls to where you could hear their voices, but were unable to make out anything they were saying to each other. It was admirable, the way Lucas was trying so hard to be there for Max no matter how often she’d push him away.

“Oh my god, they’re so adorable, I just wanna squeeze ‘em, yanno?” Robin says quietly after turning back for a second to check on the two. Nancy gives her a nice, small smile. “If I’m permitted to see a silver lining in this end-of-the-world doom and gloom, it would be the rekindling of old flames that never should’ve been snuffed out.”

Flashing her a quick glare, Nancy frowns, prompting you to also frown.

“I didn’t mean that as a hint or anything,” Robin almost chuckles under her breath. Lowering your brows, you glance up at her, then to Nancy who’s focused on the ground.

“Right,” She rolls her eyes, scoffing.

“But, if I did mean it as a hint, would that be so terrible?” Robin adds, prompting you to bump into her side with your hip. She shoots you a quick look then adds, “Me, wishing happiness for my friends?” Her tone goes sweet, turning back to Nancy.

“What are you doing?” You whisper harshly, “She’s with Byers.” Robin looks at you again, this time with colder eyes.

“You think I’m not happy?” Nancy scoffs louder, pausing her stroll, inevitably stopping your own.

“I- I’m sure you are,” Robin assures her, “It’s just, the other day in the library, I mentioned Jonathan, you sort of flinched, or winced, or something like-” “I didn’t flinch, or wince!” Nancy defends, her shoulders moving as if they were animated. Her eyes are fixed on Robin, shooting away every couple of seconds like she herself was the anxious one.

“Okay,” Robin nods.

“Jonathan and I are fine,” Nancy says.

“Got it,” Robin nods again.

“We’re good,” Nancy’s eyes go a little wide.

“Right,” You add, shifting your gaze between the two, wondering what was going on. Either you need to pay attention more to the people around you, or some crazy shit goes down when you aren’t around.

It’s quiet for a second, a second that makes Nancy ponder over her words.

“It’s just..” She begins again, looking toward the ground, seeming shameful for what she’s about to admit. The walk through the woods continues by her lead.

“He was supposed to be here for the break, and then he backed out last minute for some vague, mumbly Jonathan reason. And, to be honest, I’m not surprised because I’ve been feeling him pulling away lately, and I don’t know if it’s because we’re two thousand miles away, or if he met someone new, or what.”

Thinking to yourself, reviewing the few moments you got to spend with Jonathan Byers at the start of his and Nancy’s relationship before he moved to California, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to meet someone new and keep Nancy hanging on for meaningless reasons. The guy has a heart, something most people in Hawkins don’t have. You can understand why Nancy would feel the way that she did, long distance relationships weren’t for the feeble, but she of all people seems like she could handle one.

Hearing her pour her heart out like this seemingly involuntary, you sympathize with her, sharing with her the small worry she expressed for you back in the car. At the start of all of this you were Team Jonathan, you always were, he never gave you a reason to not like him. Steve on the other hand was the being who scared you, at least, a week ago he wouldn’t be your first choice. The past couple of days he seemed to be redeeming himself.

Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler just fit. It was plain and simple. Slowly learning what everyone has been through for the past four years, you can’t imagine a better match for either of them. Was it a little awkward around Wheeler and Harrington? Of course, but they appeared to be handling it in a mature manner.

If you had to judge, or analyze the situation, Steve didn’t seem to be too keen on the idea of getting back together with Nancy romantically. Especially with how he reacted when he drove you to her house, the guy was dreading it. But, you have spent time apart from all of them, and like you previously thought, you have no clue what has gone on in those in-between moments.

“Now, I can’t find out why, because apparently he’s blown up his family’s house phone or something,” Nancy continues, earning the gentlest looks from you and Robin, “So, yeah, if… if the slight mention of his name caused a slight muscle spasm on my face that's… probably why.”

“Seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to flinch, or wince, or something,” You say. Nancy cracks a smile, side eyeing you before she looks up to Robin.

“You said, ‘the happiness of your friends’,” Nancy repeats Robin’s words, flickering her eyes between the two of you, “So… does that… make us friends?” Sharing an uneasy look with Robin, you feel a shift in your chest at Nancy’s question, a feeling that nearly resembles a comforting warmth.

“Uh, yeah,” Robin sighs, also slightly taken aback, “I mean, right?” She looks at you, hoping that you’d agree.

“Am I included in this?” You question, sounding slightly sarcastic. Nancy nods her head, narrowing her eyes on her face that didn’t look excited to hear your answers, assuming you would shut her down.

After all she’s done for you recently, it’d be hard not to accept, but every time you look at her you’re reminded of your freshman year and that night in August. Thankfully each minute you spend with her being nice to you it gets a bit easier, but that heaviness isn’t going to go away so easily.

“We can talk… later,” Nancy says quietly, already knowing what you’re thinking, “I… I want to talk.” Robin glances away, letting you both have a second.

Nodding your head, you gulp and say, “Uh, sure, yeah, please?”

The three of you laugh at the pattern of your speech, the end coming out in a question.

“‘Course,” Nancy smiles.

Dustin and Steve, Lewis and Clark, are the first two to reach the rock by Steve’s direction. There was a slight scuffle about Dustin’s compass, and that the kid didn’t know where he was going. After Harrington took the lead, he got his shadow there in no time while the rest of you trailed behind, letting you take your time.

“Doesn’t make sense,” Dustin mutters to Steve, glancing up at the rock shaped like a skull.

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it,” Steve mocks, placing his hands on his hips that are covered by his yellow sweater, “You can’t admit you’re wrong, you butthead.” Steve gazes up at the boulder, giving his shoulders a shrug.

From behind them, there’s an echoing sound of feet hitting the leafy ground, as if someone had just jumped off one of the rocks, making the two boys whip themselves around with wide eyes.

“I concur,” Eddie says, taking in a long deep breath, “You, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.”

Breaking out into a grin, Henderson opens his arms and beelines for the boy with clothes that look more battered than they ever have.

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner,” He says, throwing his arms around Eddie. Taking a second, letting Dustin’s words sink in, Eddie reciprocates the hug and sighs.

“Yeah, me too, man,” He mumbles, glancing up at Steve who’s been staring at him since he jumped off of the rock, “Me too.”

Letting Dustin pull away on his own accord, Steve and Eddie share a couple seconds of mutual understanding. In the silence, Eddie thanks Steve with his eyes, for everything. For taking you yesterday morning, for looking after Dustin, for sticking around long enough that it seemed like he actually cared about him and what was happening.

Something had changed, and Eddie couldn’t put his finger on it. Steve was giving him a look that seemed deeper than a tiny thank you. Eddie’s never seen him look this way, like he had something he wanted to say, like he was… nervous, if Eddie had to describe it.

For a moment, a millisecond of time, Eddie can empathize with how you feel about Robin.

Cutting into the quiet, Eddie breaks away from Steve’s gaze and looks around, asking, “Where’s my girl?”

“Oh,” Steve clears his throat, gesturing down to you trudging up the hill in Robin and Nancy’s hold, “She’s coming… She’s-”

“Not okay,” Eddie says quickly, furrowing his brows.

“Delivery! For Mr. Edward Munson,” Robin jokes with a goofy grin as you reach the rock. Rushing toward you all, he shoots Robin a quick glare before pulling you into his arms.

“Don’t call me Edward,” He grills, then looks down at you burying your face in his chest, “What happened? Did it happen again?” Trying to keep his voice calm, he looks around at the group, Lucas and Max just making it up the hill now.

“No, it, uh- Ow!” Steve started to explain, but Robin cut him off with a wack to his arm.

“It didn’t happen again,” You say, turning your head to the side, Eddie’s heartbeat sounding in your ear, “Just… fainted in the car.”

“Fainted?!” Eddie looks over to Robin who gives him a nod. He lifts his hand to smooth it over your hair, giving your head a gentle scratch.

“I went to Rick's last night.”

“Jesus,” Eddie sneers, “When?”

“After two,” You sigh, starting to relive the memory all over again, “The entire place was flooded with cops, I didn’t know what to do, so I hid in the woods across the street… And, I just watched them. Jason was there,” Your voice falls to a whisper, your words making the others react in shock, “They were talking to him. I think it was one of his friends who died,” Your voice cracks as tears begin to well up in your eyes, “The Chief was talking about it.”

Smothering you in a hug, Eddie presses a couple kisses to the top of your head and takes a deep breath, something that’s started to become a habit for him. Glancing over his shoulder at whoever he could get his eye on, he finds Max watching the two of you with tears in her own eyes as well.

“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asks.

Sitting criss-cross on the ground with you planted in his lap holding you close to his chest around your shoulders, Eddie suffers through his eventful night all over again, giving the group a play by play of everything that went down. He was much stronger this time compared to how he was the night of Chrissy, though his voice shook every now and again.

“When I got to shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh,” Pausing to take a swig of water, Eddie hands you the container and shakes his head, “My walkie was busted, man. Drenched.” Everything on him last night got drenched, leaving him filthier than he’s ever been.

“So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently,” He snorts, “I ran.” It was like deja vu for all of you hearing him say that, because those were the words you used when you told them how you got to Ricks, even using the same happy-go-lucky sarcastic attitude. Looking up at him, you watch his face falter.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asks, using her hands as her detective brain works. Behind her, Henderson can be seen pacing back and forth, starting the stimming as soon as Eddie sat down to tell the story.

“Yeah, no, I… I know exactly what time it was,” Eddie says, messing with the watch on his left hand, unclasping it in front of you. You watched his nimble fingers as they worked. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.” He tosses the watch to Nancy who barely catches it.

“Nine twenty seven,” Nancy nods.

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey,” Robin adds. At the mention of the Creel house you curl further into Eddie, gripping onto one of his hands. If you were with Vecna, in the attic, while he was in… the Upside Down…

“What does that mean, exactly?” Steve asks, arms folded across his chest.

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick,” You mutter at the same time as Nancy, tightening your grip on Eddie’s fingers. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he tries to peek at you to make sure you’re alright.

“Well, we’re one step closer,” Robin says, shoving her hands into her pockets, “We know how Vecna attacks.”

Twisting around in his lap, you look up at Eddie and frown.

“What’s the matter?” He questions you quietly, using the gentlest tone.

Aside from his stress, and his wild hair, you can see straight through the strong facade he’s putting on for everybody. You see his tired eyes, the trauma he’s been through, now twice, simmering within them. The scariest night of his life, that prompted him to shut down in a way you’ve never seen before, he’s now had to witness twice.

“When is this going to end?” Slips between your lips, as if your own words scared you. His brows crinkle, and there isn’t much he has to say. He doesn’t say anything at all actually, instead he dips his chin to kiss your cheek, then presses his forehead to your temple.

“So, now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down, and drive a stake through his heart,” Max speaks up, the group continuing their discussion while you have a moment with Eddie.

“If he has a heart,” Robin rolls her eyes, glancing down at you momentarily, keeping a watchful eye over you.

“A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?” Steve gets a laugh out of you. A small one, but it’s seen as a success to your friends standing around you.

“It was a metaphor,” Max shakes her head, holding in a laugh over Steve’s belief.

“A bullet should work on him, right?” Eddie offers.

“I say we chop his head off,” Lucas states.

“All of the above, but we can’t do any of that ‘til we find a way into the Upside Down,” Nancy says.

“We need El to get her powers back,” Max groans, everyone giving her one in response. El, Eleven. Shifting through the loads of information in your brain you’ve been given, you place her. The girl from the lab who used to live here in Hawkins, who had some type of telepathic powers.

“Everything was way easier,” Steve says, sitting in one of his hips, “We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her,” Eddie squints up at him, cocking his head to the side. Barely giving Steve’s unnecessary comment the time of day, Eddie shifts his attention to Dustin, who was still pacing the woods. “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” Looking toward the freshmen, you giggle again.

“Cursed? No, no. He’s fine,” Steve says, “Mental? Absolutely.”

“BOOM!” Dustin shouts, making you all jump in your places, “Bada… bada… boom.” The baseball cap is turned toward the group as he points to Steve, grilling him with his eyes.

“I was right,” Henderson taunts, “Skull rock was north,” Rolling his head backward, Steve sighs heavily.

“Seriously? You’re serious?” He raises his brows at the child.

“Mhm,” Dustin smirks.

“This is Skull Rock. Okay?” Steve begins to shout.

“Mhm,” Dustin continues to mock him.

“You’re totally, absolutely, one hundred percent wrong. Right now,” Steve says.

“Yes,” Dustin pauses, “And no. This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers��. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly, but it started to slip the further east we went. Now it’s way off,” Everyone’s faces contort in a way that makes listening to Dustin a little easier, “When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So you’re using faulty equipment. You’re still wrong,” Steve gestures to the compass. Sharing a look with Eddie, you both cannot believe he’s arguing with a freshmen over this.

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas,” Dustin spins to look at his friend, “Remember what can affect a compass?”

“An electromagnetic field,” He almost gasps, having an epiphany before your eyes.

“Yep,” Dustin confirms.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve skipped that class,” Robin says, glancing to you and Eddie for help.

Dustin drones on to explain the workings of the compass, and what would affect it to malfunction. It all almost makes sense to you, but you weren’t up to date on that side of the nerd world. Your knowledge ended with Bard’s and Dungeon Masters.

“There’s a gate,” Lucas pops his eyebrows, firmly crossing his arms across his chest.

“We’re nowhere near the lab,” Nancy debates..

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate?” Dustin challenges, “A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“Snack-size gate,” Robin says, completely serious.

Once it’s determined by Dustin that there’s another gate present, possibly nearby, he puts on a hero stance, announcing to everyone that there’s a chance to free Max, and you, from this curse Vecna has been putting people under. After his lament, he starts to bolt down the hill the compass pulls him to.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey!” Steve calls after him, luring him back up, “Eddie’s still a wanted man, we can’t just go hike in the woods.” Your boyfriend's arms tighten around you after Steve speaks.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie,” Dustin holds his compass in the air, letting his eyes trail to you after he ends his sentence, afraid to bring you up in the mix again, “What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Henderson holds his arms up in a grand gesture.

Turning your chin up, you lock eyes with your man and nod.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” He begins with a mumble, referencing his favorite book, “Which, if I’m totally straight with you,” He glances over to his friend, “I think is a really bad idea, but, uh,” Gazing down at you once more, Eddie sighs, “The Shire… The Shire is burning.” Dustin jumps on his feet a few times wearing a slapstick grin.

“So, Mordor it is,” Eddie decides. Slipping his arms beneath yours, he stands up to his feet, moving you with him. Shifting a hand beneath your chin, he tilts you backward to plant a proper kiss to your lips, and guides you with him down the hill to follow Dustin.

“What is Mordor?” Steve asks under his breath, being led by his friends to an undisclosed location named something that sounds an awful lot like hell to him.

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pestriddencarnivore · 2 years ago

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would love to hear some of your dadhaul headcanons.

Oh, Dadhaul is definitely interesting flavour.

I want to preface this by saying; I am honestly the type of person, who doesn't really vibe with AUs that substantially warp the personality of a character to fit the premise. Just not my cup of tea. So if you were asking Dadhaul in the sense of "AU where he genuinely cares about Eri and is a good father to her" then unfortunately I cannot give you that.

I think Kai is terrible with children. I think he doesn't like them a lot either, because they are loud, snotty, still have a lot to learn and frequently act in unpredictable ways. He doesn't understand them and they do not understand him. Not to mention that his capacity to care about people is very limited.

However, with that in mind. I have a very particular flavour I actually quite like. Which is Kai, having no reason like Rewind or others to be cruel to Eri but still being obligated to care for her. So you have this man, who is definitely not suited to care for a child, trying and often being absolutely lost on HOW. I think it would make for quite the comedy tbh.

Anyway, here's some headcanons:

He speaks to Eri like he'd speak to any adult. Which, my Kai, has a tendency to talk too formally, very precise in his words and complicated. Eri often does not understand him, or asks him what his fancy words mean. Eventually she thus picks up his speaking habits and you have this actual six year old using words like "bothersome". He also nitpicks her grammar and pronunciation because baby-talk annoys him. Others often call him out to be mean but that won't stop him.

Education. I think if he actually had an aim of raising Eri he'd be the type of person to think it's very important. He's a smart-ass after all. So Eri should have good grades! Especially in maths and science fields!! Though tbh Kai also has his opinions on the quality of public education; he thinks it leaves much to be desired....

The school is probably terrified of Kai and Eri's teachers wouldn't dare give her bad grades because they fear the resting-bitch-face Yakuza guy would murder them all.

Kai would probably also raise her into becoming another high ranking member of the Yakuza, since she is related to the boss after all. She'd be taught all about business, social hierarchy, how to behave, etc. Also please imagine small Eri watching as Kai does business / threatens a man with terrible violence.

Definitely the type of parent to hit you with the "I am not mad, I am simply disappointed in you." and it guilt trips you so hard.

Kai is often confused and bewildered by things the child asks of him. The logic and imagination of children escapes him in general. For example, if Eri were to ask him if the moon was made of cheese or if she could reach out and grab it since it is so small. Sometimes he retells these statements to Hari like he'd just learnt the most shocking news.

Eri can ask him about anything and Kai would explain it to her without a filter, be it something minor, something much too scientific for her to comprehend or even something other adults would consider inappropriate for children. He doesn't avoid subjects. He also has no filter and he does not sugar coat anything.

Kai cooks. I believe he does that anyway, because he is rather concerned about his food being made under sanitary conditions. He is also rather concerned about nutrition, though will more-so watch the child's diet than his own. He is a bit of a hypocrite about it, but sometimes obsessing about work is much more important to him than food or sleep.

In general if there is one thing Kai is attentive of is that the child doesn't get sick. Perhaps a bit too excessively sometimes. Also Eri knows Kai's rules on cleaning like the back of her hand.

Eri very soon learns that Kai cannot give her emotional support. Like no, he's just terrible at it. He will walk out if you cry in front of him. But, she knows exactly that if there is any type of straight up problem that needs solving and she doesn't know how he is possibly the best to ask for advice because he is hardwired to solve problems; will either give very practical advice or just solve it for her directly. Just very bluntly "Okay, this is what you do."

Limited list of pets are allowed which is essentially reptiles, amphibians or fish. Give Eri like... a lil lizard... or turtle... cute.

Kai's attention can be grabbed by developing similar interests that he has. Eri asks him to learn Shogi and he spends extensive amounts of time on it. Eri developes an interest in scientific topics and he suddenly endlessly explains to her who certain things work and why.

Also all things considered, Kurono or someone else who actually knows how to handle children will have to co-parent. For the sake of the child, it's for the best.

#Kai Chisaki #Overhaul #Kai as a dad overall is just.... a whole challenge in itself tbh #but I am also kinda here for it #also sorry this took so long lab has been making me tired lately

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thefallenangelsgang · 5 months ago

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Seeing as I just got tagged again in something similar by the lovely @victoriouscabaret, I probably should wrap this one up lmao. Unfortunately I'm about to show y'all how horrifically baby I am (as if the incessant Gen Z style posting and vocabulary wasn't telling enough 😭)

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Do you make your bed?

NO. The most I do is straighten the sheets (because I have yet to meet a sheet or life hack secure enough to beat my slumbering form. It's actually comical how easily I can pull a sheet off the corners) and shake out my blankets when they have more than the usual amount of cat hair on them. Sheets and pillowcases go on after wash and blankets get dumped in a pile on the foot lmao.

Favorite number?

Anything devisable by 5. Looking back on it actually a miracle no one diagnosed me with OCD sooner. I have childhood memories of compulsively counting things by fives and I have an abnormal interest in the way time breaks down by fives. The fact that you can use the analog clock face to do 5s multiplication tables is also a fun fact that still amuses me to this day. That probably only marginally has to do with OCD though.

What's your job?

I'm a student in university for History and Theater and maybe Poli Sci (except for this last semester, which I took off to reign in the burnout I've been nursing since I was way too young to be experiencing burnout on that scale). I have a summer job as a Housekeeper at a local nursing home. It is far from my first pick but the pay is very good for my area and it puts the compulsion to sterilize everything to work relatively well. When I'm on campus I work in the Theater's Costume Shop.

What I want to do is a different matter. My dream will always be to Act but the stressors are a lot and I am far from marketable to a common audience. I am aiming for a day job in Museum work (exhibit design or educator) with contract night work in Theater Tech (lighting, sound, or costume design) or even finding a way to fully do tech work in a stable manner.

Can you parallel park?

Yes but in nothing bigger than a small SUV and only in spots that are obviously much bigger than my car. I refuse to putz around with tight spots. I'll walk my disabled ass if I have to.

Do you think aliens are real?

I have no strong opinions. I am never going to say "absolutely not" cause history is full of hypotheses being disproven. This is also my rule when dealing with the concept of god and cryptids. Oral histories and folklore meets phenomena our brains have trouble comprehending and I am never going to say something is impossible just because our meaty overlords (that being the brain) fills gaps.

And also shit gets weird in the Appalachian Mountains. Between the chemical poisoning from generations of mining operations, waste sites, the dense vast forests, and unmapped cave systems, I'm never going to 100% say "that cannot happen."

Can you drive a manual car?

This is the one that babies me significantly. No. Though I am interested in learning!

What's your guilty pleasure?

I love taking pitch black showers. In the cooler months (before every day gets up to 70°F+) I like them piping hot. It drives my father up the wall because he's a 5 min shower kinda guy and I need to take 45 minutes in the sensory deprivation chamber or I am a bitch.

Tattoos?

None yet. I want some, I've got plans for at least 4, but I am weary of getting them right now. It's a pipe dream, but I filmed a short film that will be hitting major film festivals in 2025. I don't want to commit to the map of the Shire thigh piece I want or the vertebra on the back of my neck on the minuscule chance something big happens. The other 2 are smaller but I'm struggling with placement because I do want them to be hidden.

Favorite color?

Deep jewel tones. bonus points if the word "velvety" describes them. Real slut for royal blue and forest green. Also the washed out sort of khaki green color.

Favorite types of music?

Folk, both traditional and the stylized modern stuff, and Alternative, mainly from the 2000s to the 2010s. I am also into Musical Theater. Anything with a solid rhythm pattern or an emotional sound can very quickly become my favorite.

Do you like puzzles?

Logic games, yes. I don't find traditional puzzles all that relaxing. I am okay at Sudoku and word games. I have the white man hubris that i would kill at escape rooms despite never having done one.

Any phobias?

Spiders. IRL spiders I can mostly handle. They gotta be fuzzy though, those smooth bitches are not friend shaped. The reason I hate smooth spiders is because any kind of fake spider or spider-adjacent creature from any kind of visual media, but specifically very large cgi spiders in film and video games, are my main trigger. Giant painted spider in a fantasy book? no thank you. Spider in video game? Please god let there be an arachnophobia mod/setting. Spider-like creature done in CG or with practical effects? Tell me when this bit is over I feel like I'm going to be sick.

I genuinely think this stems from my childhood fear of real spiders (I was much more weary of them as a tot) and my parents showing me LotR at way too young an age. Shelob was not a suitable visual for a 7 year old to see in the dark.

Favorite childhood sport?

I played Basketball in middle school. I was not very good handling the ball outside of passing but I was very good at seeing and widening openings. I usually played one of the wings on offense and covering the wings on defense.

I was a little terror on defense but you had to be in my area. For some reason the local girls basketball scene was full of teams who fought almost ridiculously dirty. Nearly got in a fist fight with a girl on the court because she was literally two-handed shoving me while we were running a play and I gave it right back. She did not take it well. To highlight how normal that was, the Ref clapped his hands and simply said "Okay girls, fight club is on Tuesday" and didn't do ANYTHING else.

Not to mention my very first year, the girls team only had 5 people on it (that is the MINIMUM number you need). I was a 4th grader playing full games with our only breaks being the hard baked ones (half-time and the short breathers between quarters) and our Time-outs. We once had a difficult game where we were neck and neck with the other team and in the last quarter (so we were in no position to just forfeit) and the Refs saw my tiny ass and the rest of my poor teammates absolutely dying and started using their timeouts (which is a rare occurrence, refs only do that if they have a call to discuss). I think we won that game too.

I miss it from time to time but I'm no longer as spry or are there teams that play that kind of game around me.

Do you talk to yourself?

All the time. Too much probably and some of it barely makes sense lmao. I'm sure it drives my family up the wall.

What movies do you adore?

Oh boy. I don't even know where to begin. The Sound of Music has been a favorite since I was a child and my eyes just recently been opened to the majesty of The Birdcage and To Wong Foo. The LotR movies are up there. Rocky Horror, A League of Their Own, It's A Wonderful Life, and White Christmas.

Essentially anything that celebrates something that society tries to ignore for various reasons (Dumplin' is another example), or is nostalgic to me (Bedknobs and Broomsticks! I can't believe I forgot that movie!), or is made with so much love it bleeds out of the screen. I have a soft spot for old Hollywood films that feature some of the greats of dancing at the time.

Coffee or Tea?

Tea. I despise the taste of coffee. I'll drink espresso on occasion and have suffered through a heavily doctored cup of joe when I need the kick of caffeine but I am a tea person through and through.

I don't like anything particularly bitter and prefer fruity and herbal flavors. I REALLY like mint tea.

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Labor and Delivery Nurse like my mother. We would visit her before bed when she was on night shift and I remember the nurses station of that unit like it was yesterday. Those are some of the only pleasant memories of a hospital ward I have and I've been in a LOT of hospitals and a LOT of different units over the years.

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Tagging some people I want to know more about <3 (no pressure though!)

@helena-bug (shhhh I know we've known each other over a decade stfu lmao)

@fablewritesnonsense

@just-another-wasteland-merc

@tcustodis

#about me #tag game

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folklauerate · 2 years ago

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It wasn't you that wrote that santhony fic but all the rest checks out, too many bitches in this fandom fake love Kanthony seeing the god awful and out of characters fic your write and how much you love to bring Siena into their relationship and have Kate and Anthony cheat on each other. Also I can't wait for Bridgerton to cast Sophie since you like to invent gay ships and ignore the existence of canon women of this saga :)

I wonder if the anon message someone sent me earlier was from you or from someone else, and that anon sent you a screenshot of what they sent me and you two have discussed it together! That, you silly billy, is fan behavior <3

This has really tickled me because it couldn't be further from the truth, and so, I really wonder how much of my work you're 1) reading and 2) comprehending and 3) if you have any reading comprehension skills at all whatsoever. I think this message proves that you do not.

Honestly, I feel as though I really don't write anything remotely angsty lmfao. I don't write them cheating on each other or in relationships with other people because I personally cannot always handle writing certain subject matter because it makes me a touch sad! You can come comb through my AO3 and see that this is exactly the case.

That being said, even if I did write those things, it is none of your business that I do. It's literally fanfiction. Since the beginning of fanfiction, from the dawn of the internet, people have been writing and shipping random characters together for their own fun. For me, at least, I enjoy having a creative outlet and exploring different scenarios, and I would never begrudge another person to write whatever they want and whomever they want. If I don't like a certain ship or the setting of a fic--I don't read it! It is as simple as that! And I certainly don't take time out of my day to go into the inbox of someone on tumblr and send them a cowardly anon message, riddled with untruths, that is only spreading hate. Funnily enough, in attempting to "stick up" for "women" and/or "woc," you are quite literally harassing a woman of color, who, I assure you, does not at all have the same amount of money or connections or influence Simone Ashley does. You are quite literally sending hate and rude comments to someone who faces plenty of racism, sexism, and homophobia, and who lacks the privilege wealth and influence might provide as a shield that a very famous actress does. On what planet is continuing to harass someone anonymously--which you do because you know that these comments are wrong, and if you sent them from your actual account, you'd be reported and lose your privileges on the internet, and rightfully so--defending the very same people you claim to love and "stan"? Do you think they would cheer and be joyful that you are spreading such hate and vitriol in their name? Do you think anyone in their right mind would support such actions?

I know that this sort of misplaced hatred comes because you lack power and the ability to have control over your own life, and likely because you are deeply unhappy with yourself. While I have never taken the time out of my day to harass and spread hate in this way, I've suffered from feelings of depression and unhappiness before, too--a lot of people have. I promise you, this is not the way to find happiness with your life. It is not the way to feel any power over your life, it is not the way to feel any joy or find meaning out of your life.

If you need to speak to someone about your feelings, I urge you to call up a friend. I urge you to write a letter and then throw it away. I urge you to get all these feelings out of your head and then take a long, nice walk, with good music. Find a hobby--you can even start writing fanfiction, which is free, fulfilling, and you can do it in your own free time that you will now have because you've stopped spreading hate, and you can make friends who share your interests!

There is a brighter, better world out there, and I want you to discover it for yourself. You will feel so much more fulfilled and happy with your life when you do. Yelling at people you don't know online and sending them hate messages is not the way to live a happy, fulfilled, meaningful life. It is not the way to feel content and at peace with yourself. It is also not the way to make friends! Anon, let me tell you something; I have written plenty of fanfiction about Kate and Anthony. A lot of it is actually quite good. When people are kind to me and are my friends, I send them snippets of that writing before I put it up on AO3, just because I know they'll enjoy it. I talk about AU ideas with them, I talk about characters with them, I make jokes about those characters! It's fun. It's nice. I could do all of that with you, too, if you were kinder. Lucky for you, I am quick to forgive and like to see the best in people. I urge you to look for the best in yourself, work on yourself, and then come back. It doesn't have to be this way.

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edenslice · 2 years ago

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New follower here, if u wanna, tell me about ur ocs i want to know everythin about siso and emery go wild i wanna know everything (if ur willing to tell)

EDIT JUL6 2023: these r largely outdated and/or changed !!!!

ANOOOOOON tysm for this mwah (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ

siso and emery are my one piece ocs !! they're mother and child basically, estranged up until wci where they reunite after 10 years of separation

siso is NOT a strawhat, just a major ally (enies lobby + marineford + punk hazard → wano)

this follows a timeline wherein yamato escapes onigashima pre-timeskip after siso washes up on onigashima one day, frees him from the exploding cuffs, and they basically explore the world together

gonna be very long so i'm putting it under the cut

emery: fishman, formerly part of whitebeard's crew before leaving (on good terms). she has complete mastery over the Voice Of All Things which pushed her to find people like her and form her own crew, the aegis pirates. they dominated the south blue, and after literally witnessing siso's birth and adopting the child, moved to paradise once roger died and the great pirate era began. personality wise, her motto is "if someone helps to you, go all out with gratitude. if someone hurts you, go all out with revenge".

siso: you know how much the sea plays a role in the narrative right? yeah. that's basically siso. he's the human embodiment of the sea. and i know how overpowered that sounds, but trust me, he's just some guy!!!! i am so serious

backstory......complicated.! wait for their wikis ^_^

trivia timeeeee (siso only, emery is still fairly new and i haven't had enough showers to think abt her character yet)

・。.・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

siso

is genderfluid, but only uses he/him pronouns

6'7 hunk of a bear.....he was already 5'7 at 15, had a growth spurt from 6'5 to his current height during the timeskip. he's built like a fat heavyweight guy (healthy fat, not obese or overweight). hairy all over except his face and thighs. his hands are as big as chopper's head

i KNOW that isn't very tall in the one piece universe, but keep in mind that the unaturally tall characters are usually infamous pirates/marines and he's spent (almost) all his life blending in with normal people

cringefail. can and will cry crocodile tears in front of children and scam good-natured people to get what he wants. will bring out his pathetic/lazy side so people would look down on him only to surprise them with all of his lovecraftian loser energy and laugh when everyone else thinks theyre going mad

quite literally incapable of lying—not out of guilt, but of laziness. why bother lying to someone when the depths of the ocean will swallow them whole someday and show them truths they cannot comprehend? either say the truth, keep quiet, or kill them. works like a charm!

has no sense of duty or moral obligation, much to his and everyone else's detriment. he will do and not do things based on how much fun he thinks he'll have, then complain and sulk and be generally unhelpful when wrong until he gets off the task.

odd-job man! used to be a pirate (aegis at 0-16 y/o, donquixote at 16-18 y/o) then decided to become nomadic and lay low at places where marines are prohibited (19-24 y/o) up until the year the strawhats debuted as pirates

siso's reasons for being Heroic and saving those he loves are not simply "i love you and i care about you" but more like "you're the most fun i've had in my life so who the fuck do those bitches think they are to take my happiness away from me"

has a casual manner of speaking and writing, but not so much as slang or informal. he just doesn't care all that much about honorifics and respect in formal spaces EXCEPT if he holds any personal reverence for the person he's talking to (i.e. robin)

deeply, earnestly, respects robin, even going so far as to bow, offer his seats, and say "po" and "opo" to her (filipino honorifics), even if she's just 4 years his senior. robin is like. the oden to his yamato except no kinnie stuff.....the burning of ohara and robin surviving it really moved him and made siso view her as his inspiration and light in a world so needlessly cruel

↑ also the reason why he even met the strawhats in the sea train to begin with, because he heard that robin was in danger and rushed to help

likewise—deeply, earnestly, hates zoro, but his hatred is not born from malice or ill will, but from feelings of helplessness too overwhelming to process. there stands the man who is his exact opposite, who bases his entire existence on his role as protector just to fulfill a promise to a friend long gone and to a crew too dear to lose. reckless, self-sacrificing people like him who are consumed by guilt and duty are fated to die in the most painful ways possible and siso doesn't want that, he wants zoro to live long and to fucking take care of himself, but he's helpless. he wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him—you'll never be the greatest because your standard of greatest is a desire too grand even for the sea to grant, i don't want to be the one that will bury you in the end, fucking listen to me—but it's no use, really. all siso can do is stand back and watch zoro slowly kill himself for the people he loves. and he hates him for that

WOAG sorry that was long . this was meant to be sillayyyy (head in hands)

has a complicated relationship with sanji. on one hand, sanji's dream in finding the all blue washed away a deep-rooted despair in him and reignited his hope in becoming whole again and finding that lost part of himself, so he has high hopes from the cook and admires him. on the other, he's just so fucking weird around him. amorous to the point of being condescending whenever siso identifies as a woman. throws his used cigarettes into the sea. fucking pathetic loser of a human man. smells like uncooked fish. has a crush on him that he tries so desperately hard to hide but fails because siso doesn't lie and he can sense when others do. again, smells like uncooked fish.

like seriously what is up w u sanji-kun........stop glaring at me ur sweating thru ur pants. i can see ur bulge. stop (siso, probably)

is in a qpr with yamato!!! i call it a qpr because although you can technically classify their relationship as romantic since they kiss/pda/make-out alot, but it's a little more queer and arospec than that. siso is very conflicted with human labels and yamato grew up loveless so they're experiencing All This for the first time

literally got each other's backs 24/7. they travel together 99% of the time by ocean current or by riding sea kings—siso is responsible in keeping yamato dry and away from the seawater, yamato is responsible for keeping siso's cringefail ass away from physical harm

they don't travel together all the time though, as in both times siso appear in enies lobby/sabaody yamato isn't with him, and yams only debuts in punk hazard after the aokiji vs doflamingo vs smoker encounter

one day sanji will be welcomed in the qpr and turn it into a polycule. idk how though. maybe when she's less emotionally constipated (takes a dramatic drag from my fake cigarette)

aaaaaand that's all for now ^_^ i don't want this 2 be too long . i'll make a separate post for sisos relationships with the other strawhats teehee

#flux ocs #aespera one piece #oc: emery #infodump #long post #yamasiso #sisoanji #← ship tags don't mind me :3 #this got. really long. im not sorry but Yeesh lmao #emery will get her own trivia post someday do not worry #AUGHHHH NO ART OF THEM YET IM SORRY IVE BEEN SO BUSY #asks

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harrison-abbott · 1 year ago

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Wind flaps at the curtains, sucking them in at the edge of the open glass

In icy whites and greys, mixed with cloudy blue and the green reflections

Of the summer trees across the street. It’s not icily cold; frostily coloured:

With the clouds flung across the sky and these mad brief pelts of rain in

Snaps and rushes, making smells with the long warm concrete road.

You turn in and out of dreams you’ll never remember; the weather with

Control of the unconscious; these imitations of dreams and characters from

The past which seems o so long ago, now – in this bridge-like era of days.

You used to be somebody: a boy compared to the man you are now and yet,

Like with boyish confusion you still haven’t figured out what to do next.

Maybe you’ll fail; perhaps you won’t; maybe you’ll prosper; who can know?

Get up from the bed and put the jeans boxers and socks on and yomp

Downstairs where the radio’s blaring full blast and the kettle when it boils

Cannot overcome the English voices yammering from the speakers and you

Make a cup of tea and return upstairs and return to this book (set mostly in

World War One, in France, the trenches; a famous novel, which you find

Readable enough and yet it’s not linguistically that impressive and the war

Scenes are powerful but you don’t really find the erotic bits in any way sexy

Or give much of a damn about the love story tied to the main character) and

Because you’ve just woken up it’s a little tricky to concentrate on the words.

Alongside the myriad crash and ripple of the leaves flying in the wind.

You put on this TV show you’ve been watching [also very famous; HBO;

Household names; award winners; regularly in all-time lists] and the music

Is amazing at the start and you were watching it late last night and it probably

Contributed to your weird uncomfortable dreams. Yes, the soundtrack is great

And all the actors jump right in their with their whiplash dialogue; this absurd

Mixture of wit, rage, glee & mockery, all bunged up in plush American rooms.

Every scene exudes the top 1% of wealth and every person in it is a total

Bastard and you wonder how on earth you want to watch what they do.

But, you do – you keep watching them – and, one supposes that’s the

Power of fiction; lures you into an enticing realm of make-believe which

You morally don’t agree with?

You wonder whether the superrich really are like this and yet you know of

Real families which don’t have nearly the same amount of wealth (although

You don’t know any rich folks anyway so you can’t really comment) and whom

Are notorious for infighting, both physical and verbal; and have worked in

All kids of joints where the colleagues snipe and bitch and holler and rat each

Other out at all kinds of explosive angles, and so it’s not that other worldly:

And perhaps that’s how we relate. … The episodes last for an hour and by the

End of this one you get a bit pent up with all of that aggro so you decide to

Do something else and bounce out down to the shop for some bread and fruit.

A walk back through the woody path, all the whiles these gnashing showers

Which only last a minute or two with their clouds racing elsewhere high above.

You go back to that novel when you get home; there’s a battle scene in there.

It seems staggering that all of that (WWI) only happened just over a century back.

The sheer waste of life is hard to comprehend; albeit these gory shelling scenes

Perhaps give a glimpse. You remember somebody saying to you, personally, that

You wouldn’t last long in a war, “You’d probably die really quickly,” being the

Insult … And, well, yeah – you don’t fancy artillery or barbed wire or bayonets,

And, yes, you did get battered a lot when you were younger, right here, in the city

You grew up in, right down there on that road through the open window: and you

Remember people making similar jokes about those incidents, too; as if violence

Were something flippant or toyish, something to crack a dig over. But you try

And block that out and you read fifty or so pages more and take a break.

Some inclination reminds you of an old movie you used to watch as a kid.

Nothing particular triggers the memory, it just appears there. And that – the film –

Also had a neat soundtrack. So you read onto the internet and type in the name

Of the theme. And just listen to it on your phone. Small volume. The music arises.

In little bobbles of noise all clung together in lilting dips and bounds, light and

Articulate and bending in ease. You close your eyes and trade your imagination

With the sound; and try to figure whether it makes you feel like a child again.

You grew up with this piece of music and part of you makes you wish you

Could head back into history again, and do things differently with your days;

And another side of you feels upset that you’re 30 years old, now; and even

There’s a small sadness that it might not have the same power over you as it

Did in boyhood … but predominantly, there’s a safeness in the noise: a type

Of security, knowing that it’s still there and nothing can destroy it. And that,

Whenever you’re feeling a little bit low you can scout this song out again.

Because you needed to be a boy, once, to get here anyway. You’re still here, too.

[3 July 2023].

#writeblr #poetry #my poem #poets on tumblr #creative writing #poem

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laputaindefrenchgirl · 7 months ago

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MY GOD, IT'S A LOT.

I should write up a billboard that says, "go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal".

That's the power of being an artist. And gods, I remember everything. The color of the nail polish she was wearing that night. The specific nuance of red my blood was. The way I screamed into some empty road. I remember, so I write. So I paint.

All these feelings coming and leaving out of my ribcage in such a frenzy for small body like mine, it's insanity. Yet, I have never been more sane. More centered. I am plunging into my power with a calm and collected attitude, it feels like finally realizing I have been sitting on a golden throne for all this time.

"This is not personal" really became a thing. Not a sentence you throw in disillusionment instead of facing your own sorrow. It's real. If she hurts me, she's the one hurting herself. I just happened to be there. And no, I don't give in.

I think about all these people I trusted once upon a time, how sometimes it breaks my heart to never speak to them, to never laugh along them, to never ever ever see them smile again. I used to think that I was too much, that nobody could love me truly, for what my destiny was too shiny and oh, so lonely.

This journey is not the one I could have expected, even I can see myself at six years old, stating proudly like the little shit that I was, "I will change the world, one day." I cherish that part of me. She's the one that is the purest, the truest, the most precious of all. So yes, people are what I seek, I can nurture them beyond repairs, to my greatest despair (the rhythm, goddamnit), and yet I need them for what I must seek within. Not to be loved, but maybe, selfishly, a small voice urges me, "if you understand them, they will understand you?", ah, foolish spirit of mine.

To be able to connect with others is what feed my soul to an height which is difficult to measure. I love people, they mostly love me. Even if the most immediate reactions are admiration or jealousy, which I cannot comprehend to be honest. I am idiotic that way. What you feel about me is not mine to judge, but I have my own feelings as well. Protecting my feelings were often lead me as picturing myself as a bitch, but what can I say. Recently, I've been told that I judge myself too harshly. Do I? I don't know. As much as I love any of you, I won't let anyone stabs me for free. There's a sort of toxic romanticizing of love that I can lean on to some extent, which is ultimately, if I love you in a passionate way, I will give you my heart and you can crush it, whatever, because I choose you above anything else. A stupid and intense part of me, agrees. Though that, in the meantime of finding that person of giving myself to, I protect my feelings. I won't shrink myself because you don't know what the fuck you want or simply, you don't know who you are.

I know my sins, and they not require any justifications to anyone but myself. I'm tough. I'm soft. This is why I am that demanding towards myself. It doesn't change the fact that, if I see you hurting with your heart of gold, I will let you know that you deserve the world, you know. It doesn't change that, truly. I'm seeing you. You're beautiful.

"go on, break my heart, and i will make you eternal." it's that plain silly. I'm not sure that any of you breaking my heart actually deserve that attention. But this is my way of healing. This is my way of burning bridges. Lately, someone told me that we were over. In my heart of heart, all I felt for her was love. I couldn't wrap my head around that fact. "Have I come that far? Did I become that great?" Because feelings are feelings. They can't lie, I mean I guess they can, but I own the right to be stupid on this one. I feel blessed, I feel grateful. I sound like a lunatic from a cult, I know. But guess what? I'm the cult leader now.

-Audrey

#writing positive shit #heartbreak #hope #growth #heart of gold #almost grown woman #the power of being an artist #feelings #powerful #for real #pretty people #beautiful people #eating my feelings #shine don't be shy #be you #audrey the artiste

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loser-boyy · 2 years ago

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HERBERT WEST HEADCANNONS

a/n: hmmgmmdh brainrot… yes i’ve given up with kinktober ,, anywho happy october everyone it’s time for eddie to be horny on main <3 //

NSFW UNDER THE CUT :3

SFW

-not big on giving hugs but loves getting them. he won’t admit it though.

-cook this man food he will cling to you like a stray cat,, homie can’t cook all that well himself so basically lives on microwave meals or just doesn’t eat. once he realises you can cook he’s upstairs more and more <3

-not a huge fan of talking about how he feels but he does do little things to show he cares like making sure you’re safe if you help with experiments and makes sure your clothes are clean etc

-if ur just as crazy as he is he’ll love spending time with you so much more!!! if you’re on similar levels of deranged as him he’ll be less hesitant to let you help with experiments

-so. jealous. oh my god. if you’re talking to another person for an extended amount of time there is steam coming from his ears this little man is FUMING

-he loves lookin at you,, you’re just fascinating to him because who in their right mind would not only share a space with him but love him? his brain cannot comprehend it

-would kill for you but he’d make you help bring them back <//3

-gets flustered very easily,, esp if you’re kissing him or holding him in public he’s all embarrassed

now. for my favourite part.

NSFW

-whiny sub.

-BRAT!!!! will be a total bitch all day jus so you destroy him <3<3

-acts tough and stuff but as soon as you touch him he MELTS!!!!

-big enjoyer of bloodplay,,, wants to make out while you’re both drenched in blood<33 he won’t admit it but he actually really likes it if your hands r bloody and you make him clean em by shoving your hand in his mouth,,<333

-fucking him in the autopsy room while he’s supposed to be doing something important,, he’s all worked up and whining about how yous could get caught. he’s loving the thrill though;)

-loves being bent over his desk in the basement and having his guts rearranged like a washing machine,, poor dan will have definitely heard by now..

-biting the pillow as he tries and fails to keep himself quiet. that doesn't last long in the slightest, gasping and whimpering every time he's touched, trying so hard to be quiet. trying so hard.. but as soon as any kind of praise, albeit a little degrading, leaves your mouth he's fucking gone. this snarky prick is absolute butter beneath you, every touch lighting his body on fire. he cvmms almost instantly, but you make sure he lasts a little longer. you have the whole night alone together, why not make the most of it?? HWHWH

-being in an empty classroom w him nd he’s going off about how the lessons are bullshit and you’re like “mhm.. mhmmm” while wrapping your arms around his waist and as soon as you start kissing and sucking his neck he just. breaks. red face and stuttering,,“keep speaking, cmon” and he’s absolutely fucking gone, drooling a little too whwhwh,,

-fucking him while dans home,, telling him to keep quiet so he doesn’t traumatise his poor roomie <3

-tying him to an examination table and riding him till his brain is pure mush and he can’t form a single sentence and then forcing him to look at you so you can spit in his mouth ,,

-fucking him doggy style and he's face down in pillow and you just grab his hair and yank him back and hes loud and drooling,, absolutely wrecked

-broken so many pairs of glasses. so many. they all end up bent and cracked because he’s always face down while being fucked

-he’d never ever admit it, but he loves you leaving marks where people can see them. to him, it’s entertaining to see people’s faces change when he walks into class limping and absolutely covered in hickeys.

-dan can’t have girls over anymore. the one time he brought a girl home herbert was getting the washing machine deluxe on his insides and the poor woman fucking ran out the house. not walked, ran. the morning after went something like this :

dan sat at the table, his head in his hands. herbert walked, or more limped, into the kitchen, glasses askew and hair messy. dan slowly looked up making eye contact with herbert before resting his face in his hands again. herbert looks at the man confused as he poured his coffee.

“bad night daniel?” he asks. dan nods.

“i had a girl over,” he begins. herbert looks at dan with a puzzled look as he sat down across from him.

“that’s good, no?” herbert asks. dan takes a sharp breath in before speaking again, “normally it would. but she ran out the house after hearing the noises from the basement.” herbert’s cheeks flushed red. oh.

“not awkwardly walk out, but fucking run,” he says, voice breaking. herbert sips his coffee.

“yes, dan i get it. she ran.”

“no- no you don’t. she fucking ran.”

that’s me done luv yas

#i really love him #reanimator #herbert west #herbert west x reader #smut ig #gn reader #it’s implied reader has a dick but it can be seen as a strap #horror #slashers #slasher fanfiction #80s horror

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books-and-catears · 4 years ago

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Just to be funny, let’s have the Brothers react to an MC who makes valid points or says really out of pocket things when they annoy or demean them. Literally the minute they comprehend what happened in the student council, they would go:

“So you randomly picked my basic ass for a program in the Devildom to mend the three realms without my knowledge or consent, while I’m around demons that could kill and eat me; yet your resolve is to have me stay with stronger demons that could still kill and eat me? 😐”

When Belphie’s on his whole “I hate humans, bleh bleh” bullshit. MC would say with a blank face:

“Bitch, I hate humans too. I know we suck but humans didn’t make Lilith fall for her dying lover and break the celestial rules to try and heal him. That’s on her and you need to sit down. 😑”

Everyone’s like: “MC can fix the brothers”

MC: Do I look like Bob the Builder? I can barely fix myself 🗿

Literally there’s so many things that need to be said unfiltered 😭

First of all I freaking love this so much. Like just reading your request has me wheezing. Thank you so much for this hope I can do this justice cause this is hilarious 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ah might contain spoilers from chapters 12 to 20.

Lucifer: *crushing their fingers* I swear MC if you do anything to hurt my family, I will not spare you.

MC: Lucifer with all due respect, I cannot even stop you from breaking my fragile human fingers. Do I look like someone who has the power or productivity to make some elaborate plan and go after seven most powerful demons of hell?

Lucifer: ...well I suppose that's fair.

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Mammon: Oi stupid human! Be more careful cause I can't be around to take care of you always!

MC: That's rich coming from a guy who has made so many bad decisions that he seems to be either in debt or be hung from the ceiling all the damn time. *Walks away*

Mammon: ....

Mammon: Oi, you didn't need to call me out like that!

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Levi: MC I won't allow this! How dare you know more about TSL than me?!

MC: How can you possibly complain about being a LONELY otaku when you're clearly trying to kill the only person who understands your love for anime in this house?

Levi: ....uh oh.

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Satan: How dare you refuse to make a pact with me? What are you even good for?

MC: Well certainly good enough for a powerful demon desperate enough to threaten me into making a pact with him?

Satan: ....listen here you sassy little shit-

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Asmo: MC, your hair looks hideous! Did you not brush it at all?!

MC: Asmo I'm too busy trying to live in LITERAL hell crawling with ACTUAL DEMONS. Unless you have magic brush that gives me automatic defences, I doubt my visual appeal can be enough to save me.

Asmo: I disagree with what you said but I think your backtalk is sexy.

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Beel: How could you eat my cream puff MC?! That was mine! Now I'll eat you up!

MC: First of all, I will most definitely taste DISGUSTING cause I have too many health issues my insurance didn't cover. Second of all, this isn't the bloody apocalypse - you can just buy another one from the bakery. *Tosses him another pastry*

Beel: ....Sorry MC.

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Belphie: Humans are the most disgusting and selfish creatures. They all should die. If they never existed Lilith would still be here.

MC: Weren't you the one who got her interested in the human world in the first place? And things only went bad cause the human was dying. And while I do agree with the general distaste against humans - they didn't create themselves to be mortal, God did. So don't go pinning your daddy issues and misplaced anger issues on me. I was not even close to exisisting when all that happened.

Belphie: ..... I'm going back to sleep.

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Diavolo: MC I've never met a human as capable as you. Only you can fix this chaotic household.

MC: Diavolo, you've been nothing but sweet to me, but do you seriously think I'm a bloody demon therapist?! Bro, I have years worth of trauma and issues of mine I'm yet to deal with and you think I'm capable of solving the domestic squabbles of seven immortal demons who have been around for literal millennias?

Diavolo: Uh...yes?

MC: Barbatos take me to your room I want to go back to the previous timeline.

#obey me ask #obey me funny #obey me dark humor #obey me dry humor #obey me angst #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me Levi #obey me asmo #obey me Satan #obey me beel #obey me Belphie #obey me Diavolo #obey me imagine

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weirwoodking · 4 years ago

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I feel like that if Jon was a girl, she'd be hated so badly by the fandom for everything she was loved for as a male

Oh, yeah, of course. Jon (and the other male characters) gets away with feeling emotion in a way that none of the female characters do or would ever be able to do.

I was going to do this in a separate post, but your ask gave me the perfect opportunity to do it right here. I took the liberty of compiling a few Jon excerpts, and switched the name “Jon” to “Dany” and the male pronouns to female pronouns.

And then she heard the laughter, sharp and cruel as a whip, and the voice of Ser Alliser Thorne. "Not only a bastard, but a traitor's bastard," he was telling the men around him.

In the blink of an eye, Dany had vaulted onto the table, dagger in her hand. Pyp made a grab for her, but she wrenched her leg away, and then she was sprinting down the table and kicking the bowl from Ser Alliser's hand. Stew went flying everywhere, spattering the brothers. Thorne recoiled. People were shouting, but Dany did not hear them. She lunged at Ser Alliser's face with the dagger, slashing at those cold onyx eyes, but Sam threw himself between them and before Dany could get around him, Pyp was on her back clinging like a monkey, and Grenn was grabbing her arm while Toad wrenched the knife from her fingers.

—Jon VII, AGOT

Ser Alliser seized Dany by the arm.

Dany yanked away and grabbed the knight by the throat with such ferocity that she lifted him off the floor. She would have throttled him if the Eastwatch men had not pulled her off. Thorne staggered back, rubbing the marks Dany’s fingers had left on his neck. "You see for yourselves, brothers. The girl is a wildling."

—Jon IX, ASOS

In the end Halder and Horse had to pull her away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. "Dany, enough," Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"

No. Not enough. Never enough. Dany let her sword drop. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “Emmett, are you hurt?”

Iron Emmett pulled his battered helm off. "Was there some part of yield you could not comprehend?" It was said amiably, though. Emmett was an amiable man, and he loved the song of swords. "Warrior defend me," he groaned, "now I know how Qhorin Halfhand must have felt."

That was too much. Dany wrenched free of her friends and retreated to the armory, alone. Her ears were still ringing from the blow Emmett had dealt her. She sat on the bench and buried her head in her hands. Why am I so angry? she asked herself, but it was a stupid question. Lady of Dragonstone. I could be the Lady of Dragonstone. My father's heir.

—Jon XII, ASOS

“Men say that freezing to death is almost peaceful. Fire, though…do you see the candle, Gilly?”

She looked at the flame. “Yes.”

“Touch it. Put your hand over the flame.”

Her big brown eyes grew bigger still. She did not move.

“Do it.” Kill the girl. “Now.”

Trembling, the girl reached out her hand, held it well above the flickering candle flame.

“Down. Let it kiss you.”

Gilly lowered her hand. An inch. Another. When the flame licked her flesh, she snatched her hand back and began to sob.

“Fire is a cruel way to die. Dalla died to give this child life, but you have nourished him, cherished him. You saved your own boy from the ice. Now save hers from the fire.”

“They’ll burn my babe, then. The red woman. If she can’t have Dalla’s, she’ll burn mine.”

“Your son has no king’s blood. Melisandre gains nothing by giving him to the fire. Stannis wants the free folk to fight for him, he will not burn an innocent without good cause. Your boy will be safe. I will find a wet nurse for him and he’ll be raised here at Castle Black under my protection. He’ll learn to hunt and ride, to fight with sword and axe and bow. I’ll even see that he is taught to read and write.” Sam would like that. “And when he is old enough, he will learn the truth of who he is. He’ll be free to seek you out if that is what he wants.”

“You will make a crow of him.” She wiped at her tears with the back of a small pale hand. “I won’t. I won’t.”

Kill the girl, thought Dany. “You will. Else I promise you, the day that they burn Dalla’s boy, yours will die as well.”

“Die,” shrieked the Old Bear’s raven. “Die, die, die.”

The girl sat hunched and shrunken, staring at the candle flame, tears glistening in her eyes. Finally Dany said, “You have my leave to go. Do not speak of this, but see that you are ready to depart an hour before first light. My men will come for you.”

—Jon II, ADWD

“Lord Janos,” Dany said, “I will give you one last chance. Put down that spoon and get to the stables. I have had your horse saddled and bridled. It is a long, hard road to Greyguard.”

“Then you had best be on your way, girl.” Slynt laughed, dribbling porridge down his chest. “Greyguard’s a good place for the likes of you, I’m thinking. Well away from decent godly folk. The mark of the beast is on you.”

“You are refusing to obey my order?”

“You can stick your order up your arse,” said Slynt, his jowls quivering.

Alliser Thorne smiled a thin smile, his black eyes fixed on Dany. At another table, Godry the Giantslayer began to laugh.

“As you will.” Dany nodded to Iron Emmett. “Please take Lord Janos to the Wall—”

—and confine him to an ice cell, she might have said. A day or ten cramped up inside the ice would leave him shivering and feverish and begging for release, Dany did not doubt. And the moment he is out, he and Thorne will begin to plot again.

—and tie him to his horse, she might have said.

If Slynt did not wish to go to Greyguard as its commander, he could go as its cook. It will only be a matter of time until he deserts, then. And how many others will he take with him?

“—and hang him,” Dany finished.

Janos Slynt’s face went as white as milk. The spoon slipped from his fingers. Edd and Emmett crossed the room, their footsteps ringing on the stone floor. Bowen Marsh’s mouth opened and closed though no words came out. Ser Alliser Thorne reached for his sword hilt. Go on, Dany thought. Dark Sister was slung across her back. Show your steel. Give me cause to do the same.

[...]

“If the girl thinks that she can frighten me, she is mistaken,” they heard Lord Janos said. “She would not dare to hang me. Janos Slynt has friends, important friends, you’ll see…” The wind whipped away the rest of his words.

This is wrong, Dany thought. “Stop.”

Emmett turned back, frowning. “My lady?”

“I will not hang him,” said Dany. “Bring him here.”

“Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.

The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Dany said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Dark Sister.

By the time a suitable chopping block was found, Lord Janos had retreated into the winch cage, but Iron Emmett went in after him and dragged him out. “No,” Slynt cried, as Emmett half-shoved and half-pulled him across the yard. “Unhand me…you cannot…when Tywin Lannister hears of this, you will all rue—”

Emmett kicked his legs out from under him. Dolorous Edd planted a foot on his back to keep him on his knees as Emmett shoved the block beneath his head. “This will go easier if you stay still,” Daenerys promised him. “Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. Stretch out your neck, my lord.” The pale morning sunlight ran up and down her blade as Dany clasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it high. “If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,” she said, expecting one last curse.

Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at her. “Please, my lady. Mercy. I’ll…I’ll go, I will, I…”

No, thought Dany. You closed that door. Dark Sister descended.

—Jon II, ADWD

And, of course, let’s not forget about this line:

"Well, he will not want it said that Stannis rode to the defense of the realm whilst King Tommen was playing with his toys. That would bring scorn down upon House Lannister."

"It's death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn."

—Jon II, ADWD

If these scenes had been Dany’s, she would have been called a power-crazed mad bitch who’s destined to be the villain of the series. And... people still do that anyway, even though none of her scenes come close to these Jon ones. And no, this does not mean Jon is going to go mad, of course it doesn’t. I love these Jon scenes, and I think that his bursts of anger and emotion are valid and understandable. It just shows how men/boys are allowed to act in ways that would never be possible for women/girls to behave without massive, massive misogynistic interpretations and critique.

#i hope y’all appreciate this it took me so long #also mmmm the imagery of dany having dark sister is really tasty #ask #anon #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #jon snow #daenerys stormborn #fandom misogyny #misogny #fandumb

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The Five times She met the Hargreeves- Five Hargreeves

Plot: Fives wife has been looking for him for ages, and she is not so happy about it, although she meets his fellow siblings along the way (Fluff and cuteness mainly)

Cammie was dangerous. In-fact she was well known for being the most ruthless assassin the commission has. Her abilities made her quick, her training made her agile, he mind made her strong. She never played by the rules. But if you saw under the fact she could kill you within the blink of an eye, she was a sweetheart. Her heart was made of gold, she was soft and kind the kind of girl thought to be made of honey and glass.

However, not playing by the rules, lead the Handler to become fed up with the bright bubbly girl so she threw her to the end of the world with nothing to ‘harden’ her up. Unfortunately for the Handler that is how Camille Winters met Five Hargreeves and the two became inseparable - unstoppable - the perfect duo.

There were moments where Cammie was willing to murder Five Hargreeves, and that was the day he got the equations wrong.

***

It was a cold Thursday night when Allison Hargreeves was talking with her friends about the revolution in the hair salon. It was like any other day.

Until - with a loud crash, the door was thrust open. Everyone jumped to their feet, standing in a defensive position.

In the door frame stood a girl, who looked to be in her teens. Her face was unreadable as she spoke in a clear commanding voice.

“I’m Cammie. Man over the road called the cops on ya love. I’d disperse the mothers meeting”

Allison never got to thank her, she was gone as quick as she came.

***

Klaus as never one for constant socialising, which is why he was sat in an empty coffee shop with Ben sat opposite him. He didn’t notice the girl in a waitress uniform stand next to him until she spoke.

“Im Cammie, you want anything else Mister?”

Klaus looked up, to see a teen girl staring back at him with an unreadable expression.

“Are you not a little young to be of the working class my dear?” he asked absentmindedly. Ben rolled his eyes.

The girl smiled. “Im way older then you would believe darling,” she turned to where Ben was sat, seemingly invisible to anyone but Klaus. “And what about you hot stuff?” she smirked.

Klaus lifted his head from his arms “You can see him?” he asked

“No one ever comes in here darling, I think I’d notice not one but two cuties when they walk in,”

Ben sent an awkward smile “No thank you.” he said.

Cammie sent a sweet smile before walking off. She was gone before they could say anything else.

***

Cammie was furious. And that was an understatement. Five had gone through the portal, taking her with him to get back to his family but somehow she was thrown away and separated from him thrown back into the 60′s where she tried desperately to find him. Then, when she awoke to the grimy alleyway she had been chucked into she realised that she was stuck in her teenage body.

She told Five. She told him the equations were wrong but did he listen? Nope.

And now she was stuck god knows where.

Now, Cammie like Five had extraordinary powers. Although there lines of what she could do were blurred she could see flashes of events that happened in the past, present and future. In other words, time was her bitch. But when she saw the flash of Five being threatened by the Handler her blood boiled.

The only issue with Five is that the little shit couldn't seem to stay in the right timeline so Cammie didn’t know when he would be experiencing what she thought he was going through.

Needless to say all thoughts of common sense went out the window when she saw the Handler pointing a gun at her teenage husband. So naturally she teleported to the commission.

When she arrived the Handler was sitting at her office with an unpleasant smirk on her face. In-front of her were two people whom Cammie did not recognise. The first was a man, with long Jesus style hair and tan skin. He had tan skin and wore a shocked expression. The other was a woman with shoulder length dark hair and wide brown eyes. The Handler did not seem even slightly surprised and Cammie’s sudden appearance.

“Cammie dear, to what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked smiling.

“Why the HELL is my husband?” She growled, eyes narrowing into slits. The Handler rolled her eyes.

“Ah yes. Don’t worry he’s a free man, still trying to stop what cannot be stopped..I must say you do look better at this age than you did two weeks ago”

Cammie rolled her eyes, looking at the two people next to her, who were staring in shock.

“I told him.” Cammie said angrily. “I told him the equations were wrong. But my husband thought he was right.”

Cammie picked up a Vase and threw it against the bookshelf so it shattered into a million pieces. “BECAUSE FIVE HARGREEVES NEVER FUCKING LISTENS”

The Handler didn’t even blink, but the man in the chair with the Jesus hair spoke up “Hold on a minuet, Five Hargreeves is your husband? The bastard managed to get married??”

Cammie laughed. “And how would you know him?”

The man paused for a moment, “Im his brother, Deigo”

Cammie rolled her eyes, “Tell me, was he always a little shit?”

“Yes,”

The Handler stood up, picking up a gun and pointing it at Cammie who didn’t seem even slightly fazed at the fact her life was being threatened. By now it was a common occurrence. “What do you want Cammie?” she said

“Where. Is. My. Husband.” she seethed

Diego spoke up “Last I heard he was with a Man called Elliot, down an alleyway”

Cammie turned to face him “How come your’e more helpful in a second than Five has been his entire life?”

“Tell me, do you flirt with all the Haregreeve siblings?” The Handler sneered.

Cammie laughed “She’s just salty Five chose me and not her.”

The Handler raised her weapon firing multiple times but it was too late. In a flash of blue light Cammie was gone.

“Five got Married?”

***

Five and Luther were having a nice little conversation about the poor dead Elliot in the chair when they saw a flash of blue light which seemed to be emitting a lot of crashing sounds and swearing coming from the balcony below them.

“Shit. Its the commission get down.” Five whispered to Luther who decided to do as he was told.

“How have they found us?”

Five sighed running his hands through his hair in frustration as he peeked behind the sofa. “I don’t know, but they are dangerous so be careful.”

“FIVE HARGREEVES I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU ARE HERE I AM GOING TO WRING YOUR NECK AND STAB YOUR EYES OUT WITH SPOONS”

“How many enemies do you have??” asked Luther eyes wide in shock.

However Five was staring at where the sound was coming from with a slight smile on his face. Luther was more shocked that Five was producing a genuine smile than anything else.

“She’s not an enemy” he said standing up and walking to the stairs.

“FIVE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL YOU”

Luther looked at him incredulously “Well she sure sounds like it.”

When Five got to the stairs, he was relieved to see Cammie, standing hands on hips glaring at him with the angriest stare she could muster. He merely smiled back, finding it slightly amusing how angry she was. (And slightly scary but he would never admit that)

As soon as it clicked that Five was in fact okay, Cammie marched up the staircase yelling how much she was going to absolutely slaughter him, her speed not slowing down as she drew nearer

“Er - Five? Are you sure she is not the enemy because she looks -”

Luther watched as Cammie came nearer to his brother unsure of what to do until she ...kissed Five?

The girl had ran to Five and placed her hands firmly on the sides of his face pulling him down to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. Her hands travelled to his hair, running her hands through it.

Luther just stood there mouth open, trying to comprehend what was happening in front of him.

The kiss broke, leaving Cammie still on her toes, face buried in the crook of Fives neck as he had one arm still wrapped around her waist and the other stroking her hair.

“W h a t?” Luther finally managed to get out

The pair separated looking up at the bigger man, who was staring between the two blankly. first of all he was shocked that Cammie hadn’t tried to kill them, but also the fact that his annoying, self centred arsehole of a brother actually found love - and not to mention the fact he had never seen Five as happy as he looked right now.

“Cammie, this is my brother Luther, Luther this is my wife Cammie.”

“Im sorry you are married?”

Five rolled his eyes so Luther turned to Cammie.

“You actually like him?”

At this Cammie laughed, brushing hair out of Five’s face “Surprisingly I do - even if he never listens to me.”

Five turned to her “I do listen to you!”��

“Erm no you don’t. I told you the calculations were off but you didn’t listen to me”

Five open and closed his mouth but no words came out, so he turned to Luther.

“We carry on with the plan, but this time we have her. She is so much better.”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you are married,”

***

Cammie was laid in bed. Her head was on Fives chest, her arms wrapped around him, her leg hooked up on his waist. He was snuggled into her, burying his face in her hair as she slept, his arms tightly wrapped around her

The Hargreeve siblings were stood around around them, each with their mouth open slightly in shock.

“Can anyone else not get over the fact Five is Married?” Luther asked

“To a reasonable person no doubt,” Allison continued.

“And a baddass. The commission adore and are terrified by her.” Diego added

“Ben and I would like to point out she clearly makes Five happy. That’s a yay right?”

“Vanya nodded her head. “He looks at peace for once.”

And he did. For the first time in years the siblings saw their grumpy, annoying, pessimistic brother smile, a real genuine smile.

“If you guys don’t stop staring he will kill you,”

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