#not a drabble

[endeerling]

I love how arven —who has been introduced as a somewhat douche —has this bright colourful Rotom case that literally has flowers and a flabebe on it

And yet Nemona —who has been introduced as someone who’s meant to be your best friend/rival and someone who is full of joy and has a seemingly endless amount of energy —has the solid colour phone case and it’s literally just plain black with no pattern’s whatsoever

[thecroissantwriter]

My favorite DCA trope is when the reader hates the DCA. I’m not sure why. I just love the concept, the clashing, the petty bitterness that leaks from the MC in waves. It’s fun to read—and even more fun to write.

[okdeannawrites]

If you feel like it...

Sterek: "I thought you were on my side."

#53 of Drabble List #12

Whatever It Takes (🔒ao3)

“I thought you were on my side.”

Derek stiffened mid-climb through Stiles’s window. “What?”

Stiles tossed his headphones onto his desk and swiveled his chair to face the window. “You told my dad you agree with him about waiting until I graduate college.”

“It’s your dad, Stiles. Of course, I agreed with him.”

Shaking his head, Stiles gave him a disappointed look. “I’m over eighteen. I’m a legal adult and I can make my own decisions but instead of allowing me to do that, the two of you decided to make them for me. How exactly is that you being on my side?”

“Stiles—”

“No. No,” he snapped, shoving his chair back and getting to his feet. “You don’t get to make me feel bad about this. You went behind my back, Derek. You had a whole ass conversation with my father, and the two of you agreed for you and I to wait when you both knew how I felt about that. And for what? Because you think I’ll lose focus at school? Drop out? Give up my goals, my dreams, my future career? You would hate it if I did that to you, so why the hell did you think it was a good idea to do it to me?”

“Because of my age, right?” he asked, glaring at Derek as he continued his verbal assault. “Because I’m so much younger than you and therefore, I can’t possibly know what I want. How I might feel. That’s a shitty thing to put on someone, especially when you know it’s such bullshit.”

Derek frowned at that. “It’s not. It’s not bullshit. And I know you think you’re ready, that you want it, and I get that might be true. But Stiles…just because you’re ready doesn’t mean I am.”

“Then you could have communicated that to me. Instead, you had that talk with my dad, who is delighted that you were so sensible and levelheaded about things.” Stiles turned his back then and started tossing a few things into one of his duffle bags. “I’m heading out in the morning. Going back to school a few days early. I don’t know when my next break will be, if I’ll even take one. I mean, the sooner I get done with school the sooner I can make decisions for myself, right?”

“Stiles, that isn’t—”

“Isn’t it?” he asked, whirling around to face him again. “Isn’t it exactly what you wanted for me? To head back and get done with school. To put off you and me becoming an us so I go back and get my degree. That’s what you two decided, and so that’s what I’ll do. I’ll be the dutiful little Stiles and go back to campus and do all my work and forget about the fact that the man I wanted to be with chose not to be with me because he thinks he knows what I need better than I know it.”

Derek reached out then but Stiles darted away from him, putting himself on the other side of the bed from him. “No. No, Derek, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to try and placate me. You did this, and now you get to live with it. Until I come back.”

If. If he came back. That’s what he was really saying. That’s what Derek heard him say. “You’re punishing me. For wanting what’s best for you. How is that fair?”

“Best for me.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you for real right now? You can’t possibly be for real right now. Because the only person in this room, in this whole fucking town, who gets to determine what is best for me is me,” he said, jabbing a thumb to his own chest. “No one else gets to decide that. Not you, not my dad, not Scott. Not anyone. Just me, and screw all of you for thinking that you do. That you’re allowed.”

When Derek reached for him again, Stiles batted his hands away. “No. I am a fully functioning and capable human being. I have my own mind, my own feelings, and all of you completely disregarded that. And don’t think I don’t know Scott had his grubby little werewolf paws in on this because I know that he did.”

“You can tell me you aren’t ready. I can understand that. But that’s not the truth here. The truth is you didn’t trust me to know my own feelings, my own heart, and that…that isn’t okay. If you can’t trust me, Derek, we can’t be together. If you can’t talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking, why you’re thinking it, then this is never going to work. And that’s because you won’t let it, or maybe just don’t want it to, work.”

He blinked back tears and moved to pull some of his clothes off his hangers, all but shoving them down into his bag. “You should go. I have to pack, and I don’t need the distraction your presence causes right now.”

The words hurt, but so did the knowledge that he’d screwed up. Badly. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But you did it, and now you can’t undo it. There is no going back from this, man. There is no work around. You three took my autonomy away, and I can’t deal with that. Or accept it. Not anymore.”

Derek pushed his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket, knowing better than to try and reach for him again. “If I call, will you pick up?”

“No. Not for a while. You wanted this. You wanted me to focus, so I’m going to focus. Without you. Without any of you. Maybe then, after I graduate and decide where I want to go, what I want to do, I’ll see if you can fit into my life. But I won’t plan for that. I will never plan for that. Not ever again.”

He finished shoving a few things into his bag then straightened and looked toward his bedroom door. “I left some things downstairs. I need to go and get them. Please be gone before I come back. I—can’t do this anymore.” Then he was gone.

Derek shut his eyes against the silence of the room then craned his hearing to pick up on Stiles’s dad talking and Stiles ignoring him as he picked up all the things he’d left downstairs. The anger in the house, the disappointment and hurt, was almost unbearable. Worse, it was all his fault.

He never should have listened to Scott. Or Noah. He never should have let his own fears, his own failures, cloud his judgment. Because if he hadn’t, Stiles wouldn’t be hurting, and he wouldn’t be leaving a full week earlier than he was supposed to do.

Instead, they’d be on the bed, laughing and enjoying all the days they had left to spend together. Now, Derek had no idea if he would ever share those days with him again. And he had no one but himself to blame.

Because at the end of the day, he was the one who let Stiles down. He was the one who took away his right to choose, and that…was worse than anything else Derek could ever have done to him.

He knew what that was like. Not having a choice, and the fact that he’d done it to Stiles, a person who had always made sure to give him a choice, to give him a chance, nearly crippled him.

Derek turned and stalked toward the window. Even placed his hands on it to leave as Stiles asked, but then he sensed the apprehension in the air, the fear that followed Stiles’s trek back up to his room.

It was the fear that kept him rooted. It was the fear that held him back. Made him turn and watch as Stiles opened the door, his brown eyes wide as he realized Derek hadn’t left. That he hadn’t disappeared.

“You’re still here. Why are you still here?”

Derek looked at him. “I love you. I didn’t show it, and I didn’t say it, and I didn’t factor it into my decisions. I’m sorry. I owe you more than that and I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you.”

He pushed away from the window and didn’t stop until he stood in front of Stiles. “I do support you. In everything. And I am on your side. I should have remembered that when Scott came to me about his worries and your dad spoke to me about his. I let their feelings get into my head because of how much they love you, and I didn’t realize that by agreeing with them, I was essentially telling you I didn’t care enough to want you or listen to you or love you. That isn’t true. I’m sorry I made you think it was, even for a moment.”

Stiles dropped the items in his hands. “You said the words.”

“I did.”

“You asshole! You weren’t supposed to say those words to me. You were supposed to let me go. You were supposed to—”

“Support you and love you and tell you I trust you,” he interrupted, closing the last bit of distance between them. “I do, Stiles. I do trust you. Not just with my life, but with my heart. You earned that, and I promise I will do whatever it takes to earn yours again. Because you are right. I don’t want to wait until after you graduate. I don’t want to wait to become whatever can be together. I want you now. I’m ready for you now and I was lying to myself, lying to you, by pretending something differently.”

Stiles squinted at him. “What about my dad?”

“I respect your dad. A lot. But you were right in what you said to me. This is your decision, and I had no right—we had no right—to try and make it for you. Whatever we are to each other is between you and me, and the only ones who get to decide what we are—when we are—is you and me.” Derek drew in a breath and dared to ask, “So, what are we, Stiles? What are we going to be?”

“What do you want us to be?”

“I want everything with you. All of it. Date nights. Coffee and breakfast and afternoon reading times and just…all of it. All of you. All of us. As soon as you’re ready to have it with me.”

Stiles tilted his head, studying him thoughtfully. “What about school? What about my career plans?”

“I’ll move to Virginia, I’ll support you in finishing school, and I’ll go wherever you choose to go after that, too. If you’ll have me.”

Stiles frowned. “You’ll just upend your whole life. For me. What about the auto garage you just bought? And your house?”

He shrugged. “The house will be there. Peter and Malia can run the garage. I’ll hire a few outside mechanics to work on the cars with them. It’ll be fine.”

“You trust Peter and Malia to run your garage for you?”

“Peter is a businessman. He knows a good investment when he sees one, and purchasing the garage was a good investment. He’ll keep it running, and Malia will help him. She’s surprisingly good at fixing things. They both are. Believe it or not, Peter used to work on cars in high school. He knows his way around a motor just as well as I do. Maybe even more given he’s the one who taught me about them.” Derek looked at him. “You haven’t told me what you want yet. If it’s me.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Of course I want you. Did you hear me berating you about it when you came in? You know damn well I—”

Derek didn’t let him finish. Instead, he caught his mouth with his, letting him know just how invested Derek was in the two of them. When he pulled back, Stiles looked dazed…and one hundred percent resolved as he spoke, “I want this. I want you. So much.”

“Then it’s done,” Derek assured him. “I’ll pack up and join you in Virginia. I’m sure I can find a house close to campus. We can date. Spend time together. And then, when we’re ready for more, we can do that, too.”

Stiles furrowed his brow. “You’re sure? This is what you want. It’s not something I bullied or guilted you into. You really—”

“I want this,” he promised, interrupting again. His lips spread into a smile as he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer. “I want you, and not out of guilt or bullying or any of that. I want you for you. Just you.”

Twin arms wrapped around his neck as Stiles softly whispered, “Thank you. Thank you for listening to me and knowing what a big mistake letting me go would be. I love you and I don’t want to—”

Derek lightly gripped his hair and gently pulled his head back until he could meet his eyes. “You love me. Still?”

“I love you always. Even when you piss me off and make me want to shove my bat up your—"

Derek didn’t wait for him to finish his statement. He simply kissed him again. Telling him with words, showing him with lips, what the moment, the admission, meant to him.

It had been a long time since he heard those words from someone, and even longer since he believed them.

With Stiles, he believed.

He would do whatever it took to never forget that fact again.

Stiles deserved that. And so did he.

Side note: @millinerswings I didn't forget about the other prompt ask I owe you. I'm working on it!

[mudskip-drabbles]

Heya!

Noticed the number of drabbles you’ve got for soupmates and I’m so happy you’ve been filling up the ship tag for them XD

If you don’t mind at all, can we see your take on how those dorks started dating? How one of them asked the other out? Maybe they did at the same time?

Go crazy :3

OKAY i know this is a drabble request but its such a Process with the getting together that its easier to do this bullet point wise dsjkafsd (and by bullet point wise i mean posting mine and @dragcns-den discord convos about them hfjksdhf shoutout to them and @toyboxfriends for being the other parts of my one (1) braincell <3)

[bridgyrose]

Started rewriting a fic a bit, and I've come to realize that in concept, the ships I'm writing aren't... great, but with the context, it makes a whole lot more sense, but I'm sure I'd still make someone mad with it.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

It was a cold feeling waring with the warmth blazing in Harry’s very being.

Cold enough to creep like frost over his lungs, stealing his breath, but sputtering and scorching enough, erupting up and out, to boil in his throat. Words not tempered but burnt solid and hard enough to hurt. Their impact worse than any stick or stone.

I trusted you, he wanted to scream, but all that came out were vicious curses unrelenting. Walls breaking apart like promises—it didn’t matter because Harry had trusted him.

“I never took you for a sore loser, Harry.” Tom smiled, cruel and satisfied. “Such a shame.”

He didn’t even know they were playing a game.

[aheroinasuit]

@ununpredictableme asked:

For the emoji drabble prompt, can I ask these for John and Harold?

🤒 Needing to be looked after

🩸 Patching up a wound

For some peculiar reason I can't post the ask.

So, this part was written when D. sent me the prompt along, long time ago, but I really thought I could continue it with amnesia + platonic... well, marriage tbh (due to amnesia & John misinterpreting the case and Harold lying to keep him safe... yeah in my mind the angst and pain continued in the form of a Shekespearean comedy of errors). I may still write it at some point so I can work around the first part of the ask. Sorry for the delay...

"John, don't let this..."

 Harold cannot listen, he can only stand and watch. He watches John holding her in his arms, cradling her head, rocking her body gently on the concrete, white shirt getting red from the blood of them both. He sees the tears, the subdued sobbing. 

There is nothing he can do. His machine cannot help. John's eyes shatter again. After everything, it breaks his heart to see it. He limps towards them, and it is too late for her, it is too late for the strong woman who has graced their lives, mostly John's. John is the better character judge of the two. Harold just can't do that. He makes the wrong choices. He falls down by John's side, helpless, undecided. "John." He raises his hand, a few inches away from his friend. "John." He reaches over and touches. 

Wide, lost eyes turn on him, looking up. John's breathing is hard and Harold searches with his hands if some of the blood is his and not Joss’. He saw the flinch at the first bullet shot while he was standing there lacking the ability to help. John is losing blood and by the look of it, a lot of blood. He groans painfully as he tries to remove his coat and then unbuttons John’s shirt. John still clings to Joss’ unbreathing body making Harold’s attempts at caring for his wounds more difficult. Harold’s eyes itch, his body and heart ache and he can’t think of both of the people in front of him. He can’t care for Joss as he’d liked to, John is still alive and all his thoughts go to him, to his continued ability to breathe.

What if John dies? What if Harold looks away for one single second and John’s heart stops pumping blood? Fear grips his heart, a sudden pain, emotional as strong as the one shattering his body, attacks him and it’s not about his mission.

It’s not about what the future will bring if John isn’t there to support Harold. It’s a soul wrenching ache over the loss of his partner. What will he do without John? It’s strange how Grace’s face comes behind his closed eyes. He can’t understand it and he doesn’t want to. The material of his suit jacket is not the best to treat wounds, but needs must. 

“Joss…” 

Harold makes noises of calmness. “Please, John, don’t move.” And the green eyes close and Harold sits and waits for help to arrive. Time passes, hand pushing against John’s wound, help called and Harold finds his brain occupied. How to remove them from this, he and John should not be here, should not give their statements. He has to make them disappear. Shaw and Fusco come and take them away. Harold cannot deal with more emotions, with Lionel’s despair, with Shaw’s silent outrage and John not opening his eyes. 

Lionel takes over in the crime scene and Sameen takes over John. Harold stands aside and watches her removing the bullet and cleaning, operating on John. He wonders if she’s any good, but he’s not sure. He feels as if he’s under water, ears buzzing, watching, making sure John still breathes, hooked up in machines and medicine. 

“He’ll live,” Sameen says and leaves him alone. It's crowded in his loneliness, John’s breathing, and thoughts, a lot of thoughts keeping him company, dark, bleak thoughts.

He sits and waits for John to wake up. Bear finds his way close to John and puts his head down next to his hand. Waiting as well. He and Bear are waiting for their human to wake up. 

John doesn't and Harold has a funeral to attend. The world is moving beneath his feet and he doesn't have the power to stop it moving. He's losing control of all of it.

And he has to find John again. Any means necessary. Including Root. The fear seizes him again, huge tendrils wrap around him... Root, it is. 

The emotional fallout of these kinds of traumas can be extensive. Grief. Losing his best friend again. Strange how he didn’t think John like that before, not always. He tries not to think of him like that, but thoughts and feelings, rarely are the same, are they? 

He remembers things he should have done differently. Different doesn't mean better. Not for him, not for those he gets to care about. John's trauma is life threatening. John's trauma was always death threatening and Harold, mind sound and somber, chose to overlook it, dismiss the death wish and focus on the man's integrity. He needs to find John alive, as he needs oxygen to keep breathing. 

Responsibility. Survivors' responsibility...  no matter what he does, how much he tries. It just isn't enough. He always loses. 

Will he get John back? His John, not a shadow of the man he knows. Running in the city trying to find him, Harold sees that Lionel cares, and, strangely enough, Shaw cares too. In her own way. She knows John in a way Harold will never do. He looks at her and he likes it. It's not the same as Joss. The thought disturbs him. The comparison disturbs him.

It doesn’t matter. John will need him and Harold will be there for him.

[sour-heart-treats]

I just read almnesia was his name and I am EATING THAT SHIT UP it's SO GOOD I'm going MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DELICIOUS YUMMY IN MY TUMMY and walnut

THANK YOUUUUU I'M GLAD THERE'S ANOTHER PERSON THAT ENJOYS ALMNESIA <3333 It's one of my favorite stories I've ever written and I'm very glad that it's enjoyable!!!

[aliea82]

Welcome to the Apocalypse Eddie Munson

Chapter 1

The night was still, quiet.

Eddie Munson sat in his trailer, smoke curling up from his left hand were he held a cigarette, while his right gripped the handle of an axe, his eyes not moving from the window that gave the only view out of the trailer.

Two nights ago hell broke into Hawkins, two nights ago, the ground ripped itself apart and two nights ago creature’s unlike anything seen before started lurking in the shadows attacking people, pulling them into the cracks in the ground.

For two nights Eddie had heard screaming, the type of screaming that sang to a very primal part of the human soul, it was a scream that said to run, to not come find me, it’s too late for me, so run, run as fast as you can.

Eddie had spent the last two days reinforcing the trailer, covering the windows with wood, metal, whatever he could find.

He also spent it terrified.

Wayne had been at work when it happened, when the ground ripped apart, and they had been in contact once, Wayne telling him to stay put, to batter down the hatches and to not go outside. Wayne was safe. He would come get Eddie when he could.

Unfortunately, the phone lines went down not long after, and he hadn’t heard from his uncle since.

Bringing the cigarette to his mouth, he took a long drag, the red glow at the end reflecting in his dark eyes. As he blew out the smoke, he wished he had something stronger, his weed supply having run out the day before. Taking the last drag, he put it out in the ashtray next to him, picked up his last can of beer, and finished that off also.

He had limited food left, he had no power at all, the power having been knocked out the night the earth split open, so he had eaten what was left in the fridge and now had a few cans of ravioli left and he wasn’t really looking forward to eating it cold.

Sitting back in his chair, he kept watch, but tonight was unusually quiet compared to the last two nights, and part of him wanted to just rest, telling him he was safe.

But he had seen them, the monsters. Some walked on all fours, almost seeming to sniff at the ground, like a dog, even though it had no face, so no nose. He had also seen one of the bigger ones, close to seven foot tall, arms long ending in clawed fingers, its head the same as the smaller ones but Eddie had seen it open, like a flower, a flower with hundreds of teeth.

He wasn’t afraid to admit that he had stayed hidden, hands over his ears face buried in his knees as it had grabbed a neighbour, her screams piercing, terrifying to the point Eddie was sure the sound would live with him for all time.

Most everyone in the trailer park had left, or like himself, built mini forts, hoping to keep the monsters out. It was a basic human hope that they could do anything against those things, that they could fortify against them, but Eddie knew, if one of them decided to get in to his home they would rip it to shreds in minutes.

So he stayed awake. He watched out the only window that wasn’t covered with an axe over his knees, ready for what could happen.

He had no clue what time it was when he saw him, Steve fucking Harrington, running with a bat in hand, running like his life depended on it.

Standing he made his way closer to the window, watching as Steve skidded to a stop and diving behind a car, crouching down, bat held tightly as he caught his breath. Eddie kept watching till Steve slowly looked over the top of the car.

Following Steve’s look, Eddie heart kicked up as one of the tall ones appeared from the tree line moving slow, but moving straight to where Steve was hidden.

Gripping the axe hard, he looked back at Steve, who was crouched back behind the car, leaning his head against his hands that held the bat, a bat that seemed to have things sticking out of it.

Eddie knew he should step back, should go hide, but unlike his poor neighbour, Eddie knew Steve, had talked to him, had gone to classes with him, had even formed a stupid ridiculous crush on him. So instead, he grabbed the torch he kept next to his chair and waited till Steve looked back up before turning it on. 

He knew the monsters didn’t see the way humans did, no eyes, so he hoped this worked, hoped the monster wouldn’t notice as Steve stared towards the only window Eddie hadn’t boarded up.

“Come on.” Eddie muttered, turning the torch on and off a few times, hoping Steve realised someone was trying to help.

Looking up, he saw the monster was still moving slowly, bending now, its muzzle on the ground, sniffing, or whatever it was they did to track prey. It was a good ten feet away from Steve when Steve moved.

It was like watching a horror movie.

Steve was up on his feet, running to Eddie’s trailer, his feet not even slipping.

Dropping the torch, Eddie moved to the door, opening it as Steve bounded up the steps and didn’t stop till he was inside.

Closing the door, Eddie locked it, then grabbed the draws he had placed next to it in case he needed to reinforce the door for any reason, and this seemed like a good reason. As he struggled, it suddenly moved easier, and he looked up to find Steve helping him.

Once it was in place, Eddie moved back to the window and searched the darkness.

“It won’t have left.” Steve breathed as he joined him.

Glancing at him, Eddies eyes widened.

Steve was dressed like he was made for the apocalypse. He had on cargo pants, a shirt, over which he wore a black combat jacket, and then over that he had on a tack vest that had multiple pockets, pockets that were full. He also had a gun at his hip, a knife strapped to his thigh, and a damn machete at his back.

“Jesus H Christ.” Eddie stared.

Steve glances at him, his eyes dark in the night. “Hey Munson, thanks for the extract.”

“Not really an extract, just a more secure hideout.”

Steve just nodded, looking back out the window.

“Why won’t it leave?”

“Blood.” Steve said as if it was obvious.

“Blood?”

Steve stepped back, looking down at his hand. It was dark, but Eddie could see the blood, its colour darker than Steve’s skin.

“Shit, you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, one of them caught my arm. Which is annoying, I liked this jacket.” Steve looked further up his arm, and Eddie could make out the rips through the thick material.

“Bloody hell.” Eddie muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, take it off, I’ve got first aid stuff.”

“It’s fine, it can wait.” Steve tried to reassure, but Eddie didn’t like how blood was now dripping onto the floor of his trailer.

“If that thing-“

“Demogorgon.”

“Demogorgon....wait, what?” Eddie frowned. “That is not a Demogorgon.”

Steve shrugged, “it’s what the kids call it, I just went with it.”

“Kids? What the hell are you-“ he was cut off as a roar sounded, causing them both to look out the window.

“Told ya.” Steve whispered.

Eddies heart was racing, his hand tightening on the axe. “if that thing, Demogorgon, whatever can follow blood, I highly recommend we sort your arm out.”

Steve was still looking out side, eyes searching. “Fine, sure, whatever you think best.”

Shaking his head, Eddie went and got his first aid kit while Steve shrugged out off the vest and jacket.

“Why were you out there anyway?” Eddie asked as he brought the kit back over to his chair and table, opening it up as Steve rolled up the sleeve to his long sleeved shirt.

“Its...complicated.” Steve hissed as he tried to go over the wounds on his arm.

“Here...let me.” Eddie held up a pair of scissors walking over to Steve, passing him the torch to hold as he started to carefully cut up the sleeve. “Why is it complicated?”

Steve was watching him as he cut, staying still. “I was trying to find the start of the gate.”

“The gate?”

“That is what the splits In the earth are called, they are Gates to something called the Upside down...anyway, I was looking for the start of this part of it, trying to understand why it starts where it starts.”

“Oh...did you get your answers?” Eddie finished cutting up the sleeve, revealing three long gashes along Steve’s upper arm. “Jesus...”

Steve lifted his arm slightly to inspect the wound.

“I’ve had worse and to answer your question, yes and no. We kind of knew it started where that girl died, Chrissy. We just had to be sure.”

Eddie stilled at the mention of Chrissy. He had been so caught up in fear in the last two days that he hadn’t really thought about her. But ever since her death, he had been feeling an over whelming sense of guilt.

Chrissy had been on her way to see him when she was killed. He had been unable to pick her up as planned, and she had said she would make her own way to him. But of course she never made it, found by a dog walker just outside the trailer park, in the woods, her body apparently broken so bad the person that had found her hadn’t been able to speak, they were so shocked.

“We also wanted to work out why she was where she was when she died, I mean, she lived the other side of Town and had no friends close to here, so why was she in the woods?”

Eddie busied himself, pulling things out of the first aid kit as Steve talked.

“Anyway, that is where the gate starts, this one at least.”

“This one? How many are there?” Eddie asked as he started to clean Steve’s arm.

“Ow...careful.” Steve hissed, trying to pull his arm away, but Eddie held it still.

“Thought you said you had worse?”

“I have, doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.” Steve relaxed slightly as Eddie kept going. “As to your question, there are four. The one near here, one starts at lover’s lake, one just east of here and the other west, at the old Creel house. They all join in town, at the library.”

“Fuck...I didn’t know.”

“You wouldn’t, the town is a ghost town, phone lines are down, and with the power being out, information is hard to come by.” Eddie was placing gauze over the cuts as Steve looked at him, and Eddie realised just how close they were. “I’m surprised you’re still here, I thought most people had left.”

“My van died, and I was able to contact my uncle before the phones went down. He told me to stay, that he would come get me.” Picking up a bandage, he started to wrap Steve’s arm.

“I’m sure he would love to, but Eddie, all roads in and out have been blocked. Only those leaving can get out, and no one is allowed in.”

“Oh.” Was all he could say as he finished, his hand dropping to his sides as he looked at Steve.

Steve lowered the torch as he gave Eddie a sad smile.

“This is selfish, but I’m glad you’re still here, I’m not sure I would have been able to kill another of those things.”

Eddie blinked, stunned, “another?”

“Yeah, two was enough for one night.” Steve laughed as he turned, picking his jacket up and pulling it back on.

“Two? Jesus Harrington...what are you doing?”

“I need to get back.” Steve answered as he pulled on the vest that had the machete attached to the back of it.

“Back? Back where?”

“Go get your stuff.”

“What? Wait...Steve, you can not go back out there.”

“I have to, and you’re coming with me.”

“No...no, not happening.” Eddie shook his head, eyes wide.

“You can’t stay here, Munson. The Demogorgon’s are increasing in number as more are drawn to the gates, and you won’t be safe here, not alone. So you are coming with me.”

Eddie felt like arguing and felt like hiding, like he had that first night. But he knew Steve was right, and wasn’t that just annoying.

“Shouldn’t we wait till its light out?”

“Maybe...but I can’t stay, I have to get back to the others.”

“Others? I’m guessing that’s the ‘We’ you were talking about.”

“Yeah, it is.” Steve moved back to the window as he spoke. “Go get what you need, but only what you can carry without it slowing you down.”

Sighing, Eddie did as he was told, heading to his room to grab his leather jacket and denim vest. Pulling them both on, he looked at his guitar sadly.

“Sorry baby, you will have to stay here.” He kissed his lips before placing it on the strings, strumming them softly. Heading back to the living area, he picked up the pack of cigarettes and his lighter, shoving them in his pocket before picking up the torch and the axe.

Steve looked him over, nodding.

“Ready?”

“No.”

“Good answer.” Steve looked back outside before moving to the door. As he went to push the draws out of the way Eddie joined him, helping. Once done, Steve took one more look outside before turning to Eddie.

“Stay close, don’t run off, and please be as quiet as possible.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“If we get separated, head to the school, I’ll meet you there.”

“The school, got it.”

“Just, follow my lead, okay?”

Eddie was stunned at how calm Steve was, how collected he seemed and though Eddie wasn’t one to follow orders, he knew he would follow Steve any where if it meant he would have Steve’s full attention.

“Got it.”

He watched Steve take a breath, and then he opened the door.

They made it out of the trailer park far easier than Eddie imagined. He had expected the monster to rear its weird ass head and charge at them the moment they got outside. But it seemed to have disappeared, even though Steve had been sure it would have stuck around.

As they walked, they stuck to the main roads but kept within the treeline when possible. They hadn’t spoken, and Eddie was kicking himself for not asking where they were going. Even though Steve had said about meeting at the school, he somehow knew that wasn’t where they were headed.

So he kept quiet, eyes constantly searching, while also staying alert to any weird sounds.

They had been walking close to an hour when Steve stopped.

They had moved away from the woods, still following the main roads, and had hit a clear area with no cover other than a few parked cars.

He stood right next to Steve, shoulders almost touching, and he could feel the tension slowly rolling off Steve as he slowly raised his free hand to the machete on his back.

Eyes wide he followed Steve’s gaze but saw nothing in the darkness, but that didn’t stop his heart from beating wildly in his chest, it didn’t stop him holding the axe with both hands preparing for what ever had Steve on edge.

As Steve pulled free the machete, a roar sounded in front of them, and Eddie stepped back as one of the tall monsters stepped out of the shadow’s showing itself fully.

“Don’t...move.” Steve whispered.

Going still, Eddie tried to control his racing heart and rapid breathing. He didn’t know what to do, was following Steve’s instructions only, and though his instincts were screaming at him to run, to hide, he didn’t, he stayed.

The creature let out another roar, and Eddie noticed it had something in its claws, pulling whatever it was across the ground as it walked. As it got closer his stomach rolled as he noticed it was a body, or at least half a body, all that was left was the legs and half the body and one arm, the rest was just gone.

The grip on his axe increased as he fought being sick, his eyes unable to move away from the hideous sight before him. The monster kept moving, but it hadn’t noticed them, so though it walked closer, it didn’t actually move toward them.

Steve was so still, bat and machete in hand, and Eddie finally glanced toward him as the monster stood fully and roared again less than twenty feet from them. It seemed to choose that’s spot to stop, bringing the body forward as it crouched, its flower head opening and biting into the body.

Eddie determined not to look kept his eyes on Steve, who looked at him and indicated that they should move.

Slowly, Steve started walking away from the monster, not once taking his eye’s off of it. Eddie, however, never looked away from Steve, following his footsteps and keeping close. As they made a wide semi circle around the creature Eddie tried not to listen as it ate, but the sound of ripping flesh and broken bones was the only sound in the still night and it made him so sick to the stomach he was surprised he hadn’t thrown up yet, he guessed his fear over rid everything.

They made to the other side of the monster and Steve backed away slow and steady, leading Eddie who had his back to the monster, but was able to see behind Steve and that was when his world dropped out beneath him, because behind Steve was one of the smaller, dog like monsters.

Reaching out, he grabbed Steve, who frowned at Eddie, but Eddie didn’t take his eyes off the other monster.

He saw Steve turn slightly, eyes wide, and he realised the situation they were in.

Suddenly, the smaller monster roared, and Eddie knew the larger one heard it.

“Run.” Steve said, running towards the woods they had been heading towards.

Both monsters seemed to realise they had live prey to hunt, and both charged at them at the same time.

Eddie ran faster than he ever had in his life, following Steve as they made it into the woods. He kept pace even as he ran over uneven ground, not knowing if his feet would land with every step, just trusting that they would.

As they ran, Steve kept looking back at him as if to make sure he was still there and then looking further behind at the monsters chasing them. Along the way, he dropped his bat and pulled the gun free, still running with the machete in the other hand.

Finally, after running for what felt like hours, Eddies luck ran out. His foot caught on a branch or a root, causing him to fall crashing down hard. He was able to land without letting go of his weapon, but in doing so, it meant he hurt his arm, jarring it hard against the ground. He also skinned his knees, the pain a hot flare through the fear running through his body.

He had only been down a second when a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him up at the same time that gun fire rang out, making him jump and cower slightly.

“Run, keep going” Steve yelled, firing the gun again, Eddie obeyed, running the way they had been and then stumbling as he broke through the woods into a garden that had a pool. There were also people.

Eddie recognised Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. He also knew Robin and Nancy, but there was a girl with a buzz cut and a tall boy he had never seen before.

They all stared at him as he stared at them, and then Steve appeared.

“Incoming!” He yelled, grabbing Eddie and pulling him around the pool to join the others.

It was then he noticed they all had weapons of some kind, all except the girl with the buzzed hair who was standing in front of them all with a look of pure determination on her face.

“How many?” Nancy called.

“One large one and a handful of the dogs.” Steve replied while reloading his gun.

“I’ll deal with the big one.” Buzz cut said calmly, and the others just nodded in agreement.

Everything was still for a few seconds, and then all hell let lose.

The larger monster crashed through the trees roaring loud and clear before charging at Buzz cut. Several of the dog like monsters also appeared, and gun fire filled the air, knocking them back. However, Eddie watched stunned as Buzz cut lifted her hand, and the large monster stopped dead in its tracks before it was slowly lifted off the ground.

He watched in amazement as the creature hung in mid air, its flower head open in a silent scream and then suddenly its head turned in a full three sixty, the sound of bones cracking almost as loud as the gun fire still going on around him. The creature fell lifeless to the ground, and Eddie stared in wide-eyed wonder as Buzz cut killed two more monsters, and then everything went silent.

Standing in the silence, Eddie looked around at the people he found himself with. The lads he knew all had sharp weapons, made up of more machetes axes, and one, Lucas, even had a sword. While the older ones, Nancy, Robin, and Steve all had guns, well apart from Nancy, who had a sawn off shot gun. They all looked terrifying, dressed in combat gear, looking like a small army, all except Buzz cut who wore black jeans and a yellow top, she looked harmless, yet Eddie had just watched her as she killed three of those things, snapping them as though they were sticks.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve stood next to him, gun holstered, machete back on his back, bat lost in the woods.

“Yeah...I think so.” Eddie looked at him frowning as his vision seemed to blur. “Oh, maybe not.”

Before he could say anything, darkness fell like a blanket, and he passed out.

This can be found on AO3 using the link below, I'm four chapters in over there.

[glorytodroidkind]

Something I’ve been thinking about using but don’t see too often:

An android developing one personality that’s innocent, cheerful, and very outgoing, and another for battle that’s cruel, harsh, and withdrawn.

Basically DID for androids.

Now I want to explore this

[endeerling]

For anyone who’s 5’0” and has an obsession over Jason Todd; this is where we would come up to next to him 😵‍💫

[thecroissantwriter]

I love DCA fanfictions where the DCA is some sort of horror creature that knows far more about the multiverse than you, the reader, do and has to hide it, and indirectly themselves, from you for your own safety and sanity, BUT

What if it was the other way around?

What if the reader is the one knowledgeable about things better left swept under the rug, like demons and multiple dimensions and teleportation and all freaks of nature/violations of science?

What if the DCA and the reader need to escape an awful situation and the reader asks them not to ask questions in exchange for getting them out of their situation through teleportation?

I think that would be fun.

[novaimperia]

“he’s never made you cum? well, that just won’t do, bestie.”

that’s what satoru said when you told him your ex had been terrible in bed. 

being in his room, in just shorts and a shirt (his shirt), is normal for you two; you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, after all. you just got out of a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t really care all that much about and satoru was more than keen to hear the juicy gossip. he heard all about the gaslighting, the controlling behaviour, and the bad hygiene. but apparently, being a selfish lover was the worst thing the loser had ever done.

seemingly thinking that living an orgasmless life is the worst possible fate to face, he grabbed your ankle, pulled you under him, your back falling with a thump! on his bed, and grinned at you. “i have an idea. do you trust me?”

his bright idea?

making up for all orgasms you missed out. 

“s-satoru! no -ngh!- more. i can’t!”

flashing a mischievous smile through the wild cloud of pleasure glazing his eyes, he coos, “aw, tapping out already? didn’t realise i was friends with a quitter. come on, you got at least three more in you, don’t you? please, baby?”

you want to scream that you’ve already had five but all that comes out of you are lewd moans as you squirm on his sheets, sweat soaked, and shirt baring your tits to his groping hands. without waiting for a reply, he dives back in between your legs. 

“you taste so good – you been eating pineapples, or something?” wet lips wrap around your swollen clit and he makes a loud sluuuuuurrp! sound that echoes around the room. it’s too much, too fast. you can’t tell how long it’s been or even how much longer he plans on smothering himself between your thighs; you should have known satoru meant it literally when he said he's going to make up for lost time. “wanna taste yourself? you need to know how insane this pussy is.”

long, slender fingers smear your own wetness against your lips and he watches you suck on them. the bed begins to shake, banging against the wall ever so slightly. god, is he humping the bed?

“oh, yeah…such a good girl.” you earn a slap against your clit before he quite literally motorboats your poor cunt, blowing raspberries on the cream gushing out. “knew you’d taste good. i mean, you smell good. heh, did you know, i have a habit of sniffing your seat after you leave? it’s why i want you sitting on a pillow.”

delirious, you ask, “but i -ah fuck!- thought that was the j-japanese way?”

your back arches when his fingers curl up against your g-spot. “no, dum-my. that’s just the gojo way.”

“you’re a pervert!”

“i’m a pervert? baby,” he says, pouting against your puffy pussy, “you’re tightening up on my fingers. you're just as much of a pervert as i am. can’t we just agree that we’re both perverts? you like knowing that i’m filthy, don’t you? you like knowing that i jerk off to all the fit checks you send me. that i make copies of the nudes you have saved on your phone.”

“fuck!”

you cum all over his face for the sixth time that night.

through bleary eyes, you see his shiny, swollen lips curving up into a shit-eating grin. in his hand, he holds his pretty cock, which he teases to your quivering hole. then, right before he thrusts inside, he jerks his head to the phone on the bed. 

the fucker’s dialled your ex and you can’t even focus on the fact that he hasn’t hung up, because then your best friend is filling you up so deliciously, your legs tighten around his hips, locking at the ankles and keeping him lodged inside. 

he kisses your lips. the shutters go off. so does the flash.

“mmhm...satoru!”

“you really shouldn’t -ha- share your password with anyone, bestie. not even me.”

[mudskip-drabbles]

u are doing the world a favor by writing more soupmates im going INSANE over ur fics

im really happy you like them!!! i cant take all the credit, me and @dragcns-den talk a looooot about these idiots lmao so far only the plushie one has been 100% my idea, the rest are things we've bounced back and forth and consider canon for our Giovanni and Rick when we rp. also i have a good three more requests i gotta finish up (one is half written in my drafts, so maybe itll pop up later on if i can find the gumption) so there will definetly be more soon :3c

[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― The garage door slams shut with a muffled thud, sealing you both in the dark garage. The car is still warm from the drive home, engine ticking as the leather seats creak under Nanami’s weight. His tie hangs loose around his neck, silk fabric slithering between his fingers as he cages you against the backseat- his knee forcing your legs apart. 

"Seven days…," he grits out, the numbers sharp as his cursed blade… It was rare to hear him talk like that…

"Kento… please don't be mad… w-we ah~," impatient, his large hands shove your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist, "We've been so busy with the girls lately." your hands tremble as you run them over the lapels of his jacket.

He catches your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. A shiver races up your spine as he kisses your palm, tongue hot and wet as it traces along your skin. His teeth are just as sharp, grazing against your skin in a warning, "I don't want excuses," Nanami growls, the low sound going straight to your cunt, "I want you."

His breath carries hints of bourbon and mint from dinner- restraint absolutely snapped, the kind that’s been simmering all week between packed lunched, overtime with Gojo, and your second grader’s nightmares about how daddy doesn’t come back home from work one day… 

Nanami refuses to waste any more time. Like he said, it’s been seven fucking days. He’s missed having you all to himself. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- strangling his cock just how he likes it. 

Without hesitation. His thumb hooks into your lace panties, tearing them sideways with a rip that makes you gasp and arch, "F-fuck, Kento-!~"

"Quiet," he growls against your neck, calloused palm smacking your clit once, twice, the crack echoing off the tinted windows, "You've been begging for this all night." The sound of his pants zipper fills the small space, his cock springing free- heavy and angry red with a bead of precum drooling at the tip. "Squirming in your seat. Smirking at me as your heel grazes my thigh."

He doesn't prep you- doesn't need to. Your pussy has been dripping since the appetizers, and he knows, the bastard, smirking as he swipes his tip against your entrance, "Look at you," he taunts, dragging his cock through your slick, coating himself, "So wet for me already. You missed my cock so much, hm?"

Fuck, yesyesyes you missed his cock, missed the stretch and burn and ache when he first plunges into you. A breathless, "Yes~♡ " falls from your lips, followed by a desperate moan as his fat cock rams into your soaked cunt without warning- filling you, stretching you out.

You do your best to choke back a scream. You know better, know to keep your voice down in case your girls and Yuji have fallen asleep- the last thing you need is to wake them. But Nanami is merciless, fucking you open, the squelch of your juices loud enough to drown out any other noise in the confined space, his hips snap up- slamming into you as he fucks you against the leather seats.

"I—fu—I've s'missed you, Kento~"

Nanami's eyes soften then, a small smile forming as his hand cradles your face. The pad of his thumb traces the outline of your lip before pushing in, his gaze darkening at the way your lips part for him so willingly.

His grip on your jaw turns bruising, the way his lips smash against yours- it's painful, but the sting is delicious, "You kept teasing me about wanting another kid," he grunts, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your heaving chest.

His wedding band catches the moonlight streaming through the garage window as he grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt- yet.

"Maybe I will put a third in you tonight. Watch you swell up again…" His voice drops, gravelly and low, "You'd look so beautiful like that, again."

You claw at the part of his chest that's exposed, the fabric wrinkled beyond salvation, and moan, "Y'already... nnf... can't handle two—hah!~"

He slams deeper- hand fisting in your hair cutting you off-  "Try me."

His Mercedes rattles as he flips you onto your knees, face mashed against the fogged window. His palm cracks against your ass, reddening the skin before he yanks your hips back, spearing you in one vicious stroke. Your tits crush against the seat, nipples rubbed raw by the upholstery as he drills into your g-spot.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears a floorboard squeak… The sound traveling easily through the thin wall that connects the garage to the house. Nanami freezes, cock twitching inside you. 

Then, unmistakable in the sudden silence, comes the patter of small feet and excited voices from within the house.

"Daddy and Mommy are home!"

"Shh! Remember what big bro Yuji said? We should be sleeping!"

Nanami’s eyes narrow, "S-shit." He rams home once more, burying his groan in the crook of your neck as he spills, hot and thick, painting your walls white as it floods your womb. His cum leaks down your trembling thighs as he collapses against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder blade with a defeated thud while muttering, "...they're awake-"

So much for having you to himself the rest of the night…

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 

Nine months later, Nanami Kento is changing diapers at 3 am, dark circles under his eyes but with a tender smile that lights up the pink nursery.

"Worth it."

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