#self sacrificing idiots

[in-your-walls]

They’ve exchanged like. Over Three of these Important Narratives Long looks at/about each other. He’s literally abt to cry again (Louis Kwoo does that teary eyed very well I must say). Ma is literaly sacrificing himself so Wilson and his girl can get away because Wilson may be ok with dying as long as Judy is ok but Ma doesn’t want either of them (hinted/coded that it’s Wilson specifically though) to die. I’m gonna kms💀

[alexxuun]

Adding him to my list of Guy.

[spinjitsuburst]

spinnning dialogue for a thing around at work

[hitlikehammers]

almost out of time

rating: t ♥️ cw: boys being very unserious ♥️ tags: established relationship, featuring the party as supporting cast, also featuring shootouts! (with the most negligible stakes), post S4, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day twenty: Love is saying "I love you" even when you're scared (@quinns-shadowy-arts)

early 90s rockstar husbands, baby ♥️ this is apparently what happens when you say 'oh I'll skip day 20 because I have no ideas' and then ideas come for you because you were arrogant ♥️

“Stevie,” Eddie’s breathless, and he is, in fairness, often breathless around that name but this…

Not like this.

“Shh,” Steve bites out, hisses low through clenched teeth as he presses Eddie into the wall a little harder, chest heaving against Eddie’s; “quiet.”

“Steve,” Eddie pants, looking over his shoulder in the dim, there’s fog too, from where Eddie has no fucking clue but it cuts his line of sight to only just beyond Steve’s reach; he’s no use, and he tries to listen for the approach, for footsteps, but his heartbeat’s too loud; “Steve, we’re—"

A finger presses hard, jams his lips up against his teeth as Steve glares out the corner of his eye.

“They’ll fucking hear us,” he leans so close Eddie can feel the dampness of his words when he speaks, then the full drag of his lips; feels the instruction more than hears:

“Stay quiet.”

And Eddie’s trying, he really is, but they’re…this is fucking hopeless, isn’t it? They’re outnumbered, they’ve been running for fuck knows how long. Everyone else is already gone, it’s just them, and they…they can wait it out as long as they want and Eddie would take forever with Steve, he would, but not like this, and fuck, fuck—what good is it, what’s the point when it’ll change nothing—

“But Steve,” Eddie whispers, but his breath catches it and threatens to whine through his words; he nearly chokes trying to rein it back but Steve’s got his whole hand against his mouth, now: not hard, but present. Like a bolster. It feels protective. It feels safe where there’s no safety left.

The red flashes in the dim and fuck; fuck

“Stay down, and don’t fucking talk, okay?” Steve breathes harsh right against Eddie’s ear, and Eddie’s shoved up against him so close, so close that his warmth is Eddie’s warmth in the chill, so close he can feel Steve’s pulse inside his own; they’re, it’s—

They’re almost out of time.

“St—"

And then Steve’s lips are on his, insistent, demanding, claiming, keeping, his tongue in Eddie’s mouth and sure, it’s a very effective, tried and true way to shut Eddie up, but this: this feels like so much more; it’s all passion and feeling, adrenaline and that tip-of-a-knife feeling, that plunge-before-the-plunge and Eddie’s heart feels bold for it, and he sucks at Steve’s lip and kisses once with force of his own before he breaks off and cups Steve’s cheek, reaches to cradle his face full-on and steals one last kiss before looking him square in the eye, decision made, though—

There wasn’t really a decision to it; there’s no choice to be had when it’s him, or Steve.

“I love you, baby,” Eddie tells him fierce, with all the feeling in him; “so fucking much,” which is always true, not just here at the end. He hopes Steve knows that.

“Eddie, what the hell—"

And Eddie’s scrambling up, creeping out from their hiding place and toward the shuffling approach incoming.

“What are you doing?” Steve rasps, lunging to grab at Eddie’s ankle but Eddie’s determined, he’s got momentum, he’s already up and clearing the corner and—

“For love!” he cries out as he leaps into the open, arms wide and asking for the hit—

And it comes, it fucking comes almost immediately.

Eddie drops to the ground, gasping.

And then they’re on top of him.

“Fucking drama queen,” Dustin, Dustin of all of them has the goddamn audacity to say to him as he walks over his prone frame and takes aim at Steve who, in fairness, does take out Mike before Dustin takes three pulls to hit him and win the game to screeching digital fanfare through the speakers.

“You could have just stayed down, man,” Steve huffs with a roll of his eyes as he stands up and unbuckles his vest.

“We were almost out of time!” Eddie gapes a little, sitting up and pointing forcefully toward the big red numbers counting down how many seconds they had left in the arena. Less than three minutes.

“We could have made it, these shitheads still don’t have any aim,” Steve purses his lips with so much of that…that glorious bitchy judgement Eddie loves most to lick off of him, he wonders where he can drag him to—

The flickering of colors next to him catches his attention and: oh. Right. They dragged the kids here. It’s fucking sweltering, they’re all back from school, and the options were swimming or something air-conditioned. And the new releases at the movie theater were all kinda shitty.

And Eddie cannot risk getting them thrown out of here for public indecency at the minimum: the laser tag’s connected to the best fucking arcade in town.

And frankly, yeah: it’s been years in the plural now since they shut the Upside Down…y’know, down, but he’s kinda proud of the guys, extra proud of his Stevie, and actually, yeah, kinda proud of himself, that what with the dark, and the lights, and red and the guns: they were fine. They were safe.

It was fun. It was just a game.

“I mean,” Eddie picks back up his defense, gesturing at the at the kids with their little chest plates all blinking a celebratory red-blue-white-blue-red that feels either very patriotic or very law-enforcement-themed while his and Steve’s remain dark; “they were on their way to our location, one of us had to draw their attention,” and it was going to be Eddie because…

Because: for love.

“We weren’t gonna look there,” Lucas deadpans as Mike snickers and high-fives Dustin a little…a little too triumphantly and okay, fine, he thinks he’s starting to get why Steve had been taking this so seriously: to keep the shitheads from this kind of ego-inflating victory; “we were headed the other way.”

Eddie doesn’t even have to turn to feel the weight of Steve's stare, the vindication and self-congratulation in it's just…tangible in the air.

“Oh,” Eddie bites his lip, tries to think of an angle; “umm,” he twirls his hair and then Steve’s at his side, bumping his shoulder and he can’t really hide, or delay any further—and it’s Steve, next to him, so: he doesn’t exactly want to that bad, anyway, so he turns and gives the softest, widest-eyed look he can muster:

“Good intentions?” he sells it for as much as he can gather up, and Steve?

Steve just snorts, and bumps his shoulder, pretty fucking hard.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve chuckles a little, shakes his head but doesn’t rush to follow the boys to the armory; he glances that way, but turns back quick, and then he’s grabbing the back of Eddie’s neck and: oh.

Yeah, this was more what Eddie’d been going for with the farewell-forever-my-most-beloved kiss he left Steve with before his grand-though-arguably-unnecessary sacrifice.

“And you’re buying lunch,” Steve breaks off with a nip to his lower lip before shoving his target-vest at Eddie’s chest and making for the door.

And Eddie’s a little breathless again, as he whines Steve’s name—so fucking often, just, breathless around that name—before he struggles a little to unhook his own vest because he’s actually hungry, now that Steve’s landed him with the bill for lunch, but really: it’s a fucking empty threat, either way.

Like: they share a fucking bank account.

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[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

One thing we don't talk about enough is that Lancelot literally sacrificed himself to the veil to prove to himself that he loved Gwen as much as Merlin loved Arthur.

"I look at you and I wonder about myself. Could I knowingly give up my life for something?"

"You have to have a reason. Something you care about. Something that's more important than anything."

Screaming.

[distant-screaming]

charlie, with heart eyes, definitely prepared to lie again to protect babe: anything you say darling

[inafever]

In his one last desperate attempt Crowley kissed Aziraphale to show him how much he loved him

And I find it a bit painful that now you may be thinking that Aziraphale doesn't return the feeling, cause he isn't kissing back.

While I somehow believe there's a bit of 'I'm going to protect you to the last drop of my life, fight off all of your enemies, wade through rivers of bone and blood, lose an arm and a leg in the process, sacrifice my heart and soul, to show you how much I love you' kind of a story going on for Aziraphale.

[librathefangirl]

Febuwhump 2024: Day 24 - "I'm doing this because I care about you"

[veriitasu]

The funny (and painful) adventures with Eun and the Rizzard continue!! I let Magnus grow out his hair <3

[robinsunrest]

Susan: I require assistance.

Peter, running on two crackers and four hours of sleep: I’m here to help!

[theshadowrealmitself]

Sometimes I want something that’s really basic and it’s soooo fucking frustrating when I can’t find it

Like the current type of story I wanna read all the variations of is: woman in danger because of a mystery person but she’s not backing down from trying to find this fucker and make them regret targeting her and the love interest is a guy who seems to hate her (and maybe comes across as he might be the mystery person, maybe not)

but he’s actually fiercely protective and the reason he’s so angry is because he’s furious that someone would target her and he wants her to stand back and let him handle it cause he can’t stand the idea of something bad happening to her and she’s like “I hear ya, but no, I’m seeing this through” and then she does (but he still gets a great scene of confronting this mystery person in some way)

and there’s at least one scene minimum where he has her pressed up against a wall, coming across as really dangerous but not to her, because he’s not threatening her, he’s begging her to let him handle it and vowing darkly to make sure this mystery person never messes with her life again and she’s like “shit am I into this??”

Like I feel like what I’m asking for is the equivalent of white bread okay. so where the fuck is it. it should be everywhere.

(I know part of the problem is also that I’m trying to find that plot in fics, and there’s not as many f/m pairings that I like, and a lot that I like I would actually prefer it if it were switched with the guy being in danger and the woman being like “please let me take care of this, let me take care of you” but sometimes I really just want the basic version please)

[bogkeep]

i'm not able to keep up with tattered world events as much as before, but you KNOW i'm intently watching my boys through opera glasses whenever they're involved... that sweet sweet divorced yearning drama

[Kyprian and Elliot are from Tattered World]

[fandomfloozy]

Thinking about alternate universe Nanami fiancee!reader storming into jujutsu tech after Shibuya and pulling a "WHERE THE HELL IS HE" like Fallon from Dynasty

[ryzanecrow]

ok but what if tim drake grew up to become kim dokja?

[factsilike]

JC: does one decent thing after a whole book of extremely crappy behaviour

His Stans and the whole MDZS fandom: OMG BEST CHARACTER IN THE NOVEL! SUCH AN AMAZING AND AWE INSPIRING SECT LEADER LIKE HE PIKED UP LITERAL BRICKS TO REBUILD HIS WHOLE ENTIRE SECT FROM THE GROUND! TOTALLY DID NOT REGAIN NEW SECT MEMBERS JUST CAUSE OF WWX'S REPUTATION! SOB SOB SO TRAGIC SOB SO MISUNDERSTOOD OUR POOR BABY OUR POOR MISUNDERSTOOD ANGRY GRAPE 🥺 HE JUST NEEDS A HUG 🥺 BEST JIUJIU AND BROTHER EVER🥹 OH YUNMENG BROS 😫SNIFF 😩 SNIFF WHAT A SAD SOAP OPERA STORY🥺 THEY JUST NEEDED TO ✨ COMMUNICATE ✨

Meanwhile WWX: undergoes tragedy after tragedy and loses home after home; loses his parents at 5, roams the streets as a child for four years, suffers verbal and physical abuse from Madam Yu his entire time in the Jiang sect, has to fight for his life in the Xuanwu cave while injured and weak, gets a beating again by Madam Yu for no real reason other her pettiness, witnesses his sect siblings get murdered, has to look after and and rescue an emotionally numb JC while again injured from the lashings he received from his mother, undergoes a surgery without anaesthesia for two days to give JC his literal golden core, and immediately after gets thrown into literal hell on earth without a core and still recovering from said surgery, survives said hell on earth to immediately fight as a one man army in a war, takes incentive to rescue a group of war prisoners and innocents (two of which JC owed a huge debt to, which he spat upon), again takes incentive to withdraw from his sect so they wouldn't have to suffer any consequences and only he would, and eventually sees his Shijie (literally the only person to his knowledge who ever unconditionally loved him and treated him as family) die in front of his eyes, and finally gives his own life to protect the innocent Wen remnants.

His Stans and the whole MDZS fandom: WOW WHAT AN ARROGANT AND SELF-DELUSIONAL 🫠IDIOT🙄 JC WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIM LIKE ALL WWX DID WAS MESS THINGS UP. OBVIOUSLY HE SHOULD'VE TOLD JC HIS PLAN SO THAT JC COULD DO IT ✨ BETTER ✨ ALSO WWX WAS TOTALLY MORALLY GREY AND WAS EXACTLY THE SAME AS JGY AND XY AND I KNOW THIS CAUSE I HAVE THE ABSOLUTE BEST READING COMPREHENSION AND CLEARLY I UNDERSTAND THE STORY BETTER THAN ANYONE

[whumperofworlds]

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