#shut the fuck up suzie

[fedorah-the-explorah]

i don't personally think carmen did anything wrong in the final episodes of the series, but since I'm reading a fic where she's getting down on herself for it, i just have to say... i support women's wrongs! carmen was soooo right to beat up several people and then commit attempted murder!!! she looked sexy while doing it too! gray deserved a little zappy zap idc

[bibleofficial]

ok if ur going to promote ‘gut health’ or ur ‘micro biome’ … shut the fuck up until u have SHIT in a BAG to give to ur gastroenterologist

[cheriladycl01]

The Big Mercedes Debate - George Russell x JapaneseOlympicCross-CountrySkiing! Reader

Plot: Ski-Trip with George, Toto, Suzie and Jack where your all discussing the future of Mercedes, and how an Olympic Cross- Country Skiier can help.

"She's really good" Suzie complements as she watches you zoom ahead on your guy's ski run. You were all cross country skiing through the mountains.

You were set to try out snowboarding tomorrow as despite having an affinity for snow related sports, you'd never tried it. But as of right now you were doing what you did best, skiing.

You slowed down a few times to let the others catch up and you helped Jack become more steady of his ski's, holding his hand as you slowly went down some little slopes as he giggled overtime he got something right and you congratulated him on it.

George couldn't help but admire the way you acted with Jack, and it was one of those pivotal moments in a relationship where you knew that your partner was in fact 'the one'. He was grinning from ear to ear, not that anyone could see that behind his balaclava and mask.

After a morning of skiing, Jack started to get hungry and was tugging at the sleeve of your jacket, begging to go on your back and ski to the lodge really really quickly just so he could get his filling.

"Ah, not we have to wait for mummy, daddy and George so we can all go together. But I promise you if you can hold out while we all ski back I'll make you a hot chocolate tonight?"

"Extra cream and marshmallows?" he asks with a grin and you nod your head before you all continue down to where you can all grab something to eat.

"So Toto, how's finding George's team-mate going?" you ask after taking a bite of your sandwich and wiping your mouth clean of the crumbs and any sauce that remained.

"Y/N!" George scolds shaking his head as if you'd just brought up something really taboo.

"George, leave her alone it's fine!" his boss laughs, looking between the two of you.

"We've got options, and that's led to rumors as you've probably already seen!" he laughs taking a sip of his coffee.

"Mmmm, the Max one made me laugh!" you smile taking another bite before everyone went silent.

"Wait ... are you being fucking serious?" you say covering Jack's ears up so he doesn't hear the swears, making him giggle and swat your hands away.

"Well, Max and I have had conversations... I wont deny that" he smirks and looks at you.

"Shut up, tell me everything!" You squeal looking between Toto and Suzie.

"Well, Max has been in a championship car for the last few years and it's been rumored for a while that Adrian was leaving Red Bull and I you know, every option is possible. I don't think he would take my offer, but there's loads of other options, Carlos, Alex, Kimi ... we are looking at Frederick, Mick etc" he smiles, knowing there was options it was just tough choosing.

"Yeah, you've got a lot of good options... I think Kimi needs to be given a change in the feeder series though, let him at least have a full season in F2 before committing anything!" you admit nonchalantly.

"Damn, hoping i was going to go for Max Verstappen 2.0!" Toto laughs, smiling and wrapping his arms around Jack who had climbed into his lap.

"Mmmm he's a special case. Don't think anyone can recreate what he's done ..." you smile.

"Well, I think Alex would be really good as my team-mate!" George admits putting his own input in.

"Mmmmm, now are you saying that because he's a good driver ... or because he's your best mate. Because I would not mind having Lily around more often!" you grin, having been close to Alex's girlfriend for a while.

"Alex hasn't shown much this season, him and Logan ... have kind of been on par!" Toto offers, preferring the stability of someone like Carlos.

"Yeah, but the Williams this year is trash. You can't expect much from the pair of them when they are in an unstable tractor! He's gone from a Red Bull to Williams, very very different" you joke knowing the Williams just wasn't as developed this year.

"Mmmm that's also true... say Y/N how does a Olympic Cross Country Skier from Japan have such an opinion on an F1 team" Suzie interjects.

"Well, I've got an amazing boyfriend who teaches me a lot!" you smile pulling George in for a kiss.

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y/user: Family holiday while i look like P4 helping debate the future of Mercedes...

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georgerussell63: It's been a blast! I love you lots darling!

georgerussell63: you are so beautiful baby!

fan1: It's so funny that they are all on holiday as one big family while debating who will take that second Mercedes seat...

-> fan2: it's funny she has been included in the discussions lol, she's a cross country skier!

suziewolff: leave it to the girls to fix things eh?

-> fan3: MOTHERS!

-> fan4: is this confirming the future of Mercedes has been set?

fan5: Y/N to Merc 2025 confirmed

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[strangersteddierthings]

No Regrets - Part Four

Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six

"Steve! Steve get up!" Robin's voice jolts him awake before she even reaches his cot to shake him.

"Wha?" is all the noise Steve manages to make in his sleep haze. His body is already sat up and swinging his legs off the cot before he even opens his eyes to see Robin.

"We have to go. Now," Robin grabs his wrist and tugs until he stands. She reaches past him to grab his mask from where it must have fallen off the cot while he slept as well as his boots which he barely remembers even untying. He's still wearing his jacket, he realizes. He was really out of it last night it seems.

"What's happening?"

"There's a Storm moving in," Robin says, shoving his mask into his arms before grabbing his elbow to get him walking. He goes without struggle.

"Okay? Can I put my boots on at least?"

"Put the mask on. You can put on your boots in the truck."

He obeys, masking up as she drags him out of the high school and towards one of the box trucks they'd just unloaded yesterday. She manhandles him into the back, climbing in after him. Hopper appears to close the door with just a nod at Robin and him before it shuts and latches.

Robin's flashlight flicks on and she tosses his boots to him.

"What happened?" he asks as he pulls them on.

"Wayne radioed."

He freezes in the middle of lacing up the first boot, his whole body feeling suddenly cold. "What happened?"

"They missed the check in."

"Robin," he hisses as fear climbs his spine.

"That's all we know, Steve," Robin whispers and it's the worst response she could give. Not with what she said but with how she says it. Quietly, gently, like Steve's a spooked animal that might attack at any moment. "It might just be a blown tire, or they ran out of gas. We won't know until we find them, and we have to do that before the Storm gets here."

He doesn't respond, focusing on tying his boots instead. It could be fine. It really could. It wouldn't be the first time a check in was missed due to a blown tire. But all the other times didn't have Dustin onboard, didn't have Eddie and Lucas. Didn't have people he'd lost- but. No? Lost? He's never lost them; he doesn't understand why a horrible grieving feeling washes over him.

Eddie, Dustin and Lucas often go out together to fix up the old Cerebro or to build new ones, just a little bit further than last time. Trying to extend the range little by little. Steve knows Cerebro used to reach Suzie in Utah, but the Storms drop the range so much. Whatever is in the air from the Upside Down has fucked everything in ways no one really could plan for.

"They have to be okay, Robbie," Steve finally whispers. It still echoes around them in the empty of box. "I can't- I can't lose him."

"You won't," Robin says, fierce and so sure. It's not a promise she can actually make, they both know that, but it's Robin saying it, so he's going to believe it.

More silence, the truck bouncing them around not too gently for several minutes before Steve asks, "who is driving?"

"Hop. El's in the passenger seat."

El's not a magical fix-all, but having her along decreases Steve's stress significantly. "Well, fuck, why didn't you lead with that."

Robin clicks her flashlight off, dropping them into complete darkness. "What would be the fun of that?"

-

The truck comes to a sudden stop, judging by how Robin and he are thrown around by it. He hears Robin mutter a quiet 'fuck' before the loading door unlatched with a loud scrape and opens almost violently. No one is waiting them, so Steve must assume El's used her power to free them.

He doesn't like what that implies for what they've found.

Steve scrambles out of the truck and rounds it on the passenger side. El's door is left hanging open. It takes him a few more steps to register the wreckage of another box truck off the road and on its side. One of the doors from the back is torn off, laying several yards away, and random bits of machinery are strewn about. There's a large inward dent almost perfectly centered between the front and back.

"Where are they?" he hears Hopper ask, and that's when Steve realizes he stopped moving because Hopper sounds far away still. He's frozen, staring at the wreckage, the large dent in the side of the truck that tells the story of a hard impact. They didn't crash on accident; something forced them off the road. Judging by the lack of large object, he can only assume it was some Upside Down horror, new or old he doesn't know.

"Steve," Robin comes into his view, getting close enough to prevent him from seeing most of the wrecked truck. "Come on."

He follows her on instinct, because he'd follow her anywhere.

The Storm rumbles above them.

El turned on her heel and began marching in the opposite direction of the wrecked truck. "This way. There is a building. Dustin is there."

Steve doesn't even have a weapon. Robin dragged him directly from bed to the back of the truck and he's still wearing the same clothes he's had on for almost a month now because when you're trying to survive the apocalypse, a change of clothing never feels worth the space it'll take up in your bag.

El leads the way, more soldier than woman and it hurts Steve's heart a bit. Another regret in a long list of them- but less than there used to be?

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and gives his head a shake, trying to clear the thoughts. What is wrong with him? Dustin, Lucas, and Eddie might be in serious trouble and he's, what, imagining regrets he doesn't actually have? Trying to process the grief of something he's never lost?

When he opens his eyes, El is looking at him, head tilted slightly to the side. He cannot see much of her face beyond her eyes because of the mask. She squints at him, as if that will help her see him better before she turns, continues to lead them towards what Steve can see if a barn in the distance.

El pushes the barn door open with her mind, calling out, "Dustin! It is me!"

"Oh fucking- thank fuck," Dustin says before he comes into view. "Is that thing still out there?"

"We didn't see anything," Hopper answers.

"That's a relief to hear," Lucas' voice joins them from somewhere but he doesn't appear in view.

Not being able to see Lucas kicks Steve back into gear. "Where are you?"

Dustin extracts himself from the hug he was sharing with El (since when do they hug so intimately? He's only seen El like this with Mike- but no, wait, Mike and Will have been together for years now and-) "This way. His leg's broken."

"Fuck, just his leg?" Steve asks, following Dustin back in the direction he came from. There they find Lucas, sitting up against the wall. His leg's not visibly broken, it's not jutting out at an odd angle or anything, so that's good. Or, well, better than it could have been.

Dustin says, "Yeah. Oh! Oh, you must've seen the wreck coming up the road. We weren't in the truck when that thing barreled into it. Bathroom break, actually-"

"Wait. Where's Eddie?" Robin interrupts.

"What. He's not with you?" Dustin answers, and Steve feels like he's been doused in ice water suddenly. "He left to head back, get help. He said he'd stay on the road!"

"We didn't see anyone on the road," Hopper says. "El?"

"I am on it," El says, eyes closing.

Steve thinks his heart has stopped. Eddie has to be fine, he has to be. Steve went through so much to make sure he was okay; he changed the goddamn past to resurrect him and- pain shoots through Steve with such a force he audibly grunts in pain and sways sideways, using the barn wall to keep himself upright.

"Steve!" Robin whisper-shouts.

His mind feels foggy, and his vision is blurry when he tries to look towards Robin. He- he- what was he thinking? It's like his thoughts are just gone, ripped from him as if they were water poured over his hands. He could feel them but instead of cupping his hands to catch the water, it's like he can't do anything but make a fist.

What was he just thinking? Where did his thoughts go?

"-feel terrible. I should have made sure he was good to go before dragging him out the door," Robin is saying when Steve's head stops pounding.

He wants to assure her that he's fine, but if he's being honest, he's not sure that he is. He blinks a few times, his vision clearing, before he looks at the group. Hopper is splinting Lucas's break, Robin and Dustin are in conversation off to the side, and El is by the door, unmoving. He shoves off the wall and heads over to her.

She turns her head to look at him. "He is hiding in the wreckage. Go. We will be there once Lucas can be moved."

He doesn't like that she says it quietly, for his ears only. A found party member should be something shared with everyone, so why is she telling only him? "El-"

"Go. I- Just go, Steve. We will be right behind you," El commands, and Steve obeys.

He doesn't start off at a dead sprint, but he gets to one pretty quick. He's thinking of what scenario could have caused Eddie to return to the wrecked truck, rather than the barn or keep going back towards Hawkins but all he can imagine is whatever was big enough to toss the truck off the road trying to do the same to Eddie.

Why didn't they check the truck when they stopped? How had El not known Eddie was- oh, Steve realizes. She wasn't looking for the group. She was looking for Dustin. When had that- since when were they close?

Red lightning streaks across the sky, a dangerous rumble following.

Shit, focus Harrington, Steve thinks as he comes up on the site of the wreck. He blows past their own truck, scrambling down the embankment and the short distance to the truck. "Eddie! Eddie!"

He's not sure what kind of noise Eddie makes but it's enough of a sound for Steve to find him. He's leaning against the side (roof?) of the truck, head lolled forward and kind of curled in on himself. For a moment there Steve's afraid Eddie's dead, but then he hears a wheezing sort-of whine. It propels him forward to drop in front of Eddie.

"Eddie," Steve whispers, hands reaching out to tip Eddie's face up and it's only then that the reality of it all sinks in. He shouldn't have been able to hear Eddie's breathing with a mask, but he sees Eddie doesn't have a mask on. And it wouldn't be the end of the world -they've been in the upside down without masks before- but the Red Storm is lethal. "Eddie, Eddie, where's your mask?"

Eddie blinks open his eyes and squints at him. Steve takes a quick inventory of him. His arms are wrapped around himself, and Steve can see that there's a deep gash on his thigh. Demogorgon claw probably, ripping right through his jeans and into the meat of his leg. When he speaks, it comes out soft and pained. "Who-?"

"Hey, it's me. It's Steve. Where's your mask? I'll go grab it real quick."

"Broke. Lost. Should be 'nother in the truck," Eddie mumbles through his squished cheeks that Steve wasn't even fully aware of cupping. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen and he says, "Dustin, Lucas are they-"

"Fine. They're fine. Hopper, El, and Robin are with them. Just got to splint Lucas' leg and the-" Thunder rumbles dangerously, a deep thing Steve feels in his chest. "Fuck, where are you hurt?"

"Hurt? Hurt, hurt," Eddie repeats a few times like he's puzzling out the words. "My fuckin' leg. Think I twisted my ankle at some point. Stomach," he drops his hands then, so show Steve the three cuts across his torso, too. They aren't nearly as deep at the wound on his thigh, thankfully.

More rumbling. The Storm's here and Eddie's- Eddie's doesn't have- Steve looks around, ignoring for now Eddie's inquisitive noise. He stands quickly and rounds the truck. It's filled with radio bits and bobs but there'll be room for him and Eddie to be out of the toxic rain.

Steve works quickly, throwing everything out of the truck as quickly as possible, sweeping things to one side so he can drag Eddie as far into the back as possible to avoid the rain. He wants, more than anything, to get Eddie to the truck they arrived in, but he knows he won't be able to get Eddie up the embankment alone, not without the risk of falling back down the incline and hurting them both.

As it stands, he has to drag Eddie around the truck and into the box trailer. Eddie's injuries are survivable, but he can't put any pressure on the leg with the gash. He settles Eddie against the back wall laying down. He hadn't thought too much about positioning, so it ends up Eddie's got to lay facing away from the doors in order to not lay on his wounded leg. Steve's shed his jacket, balling it up so Eddie can use it as pillow, then his shirt goes next, used to create a barrier between Eddie's leg wound and the soon to be extra toxic air. It's not great, but it'll help.

"Got nothing for your stomach wounds," Steve laments.

"Let's just zip my jacket and hope that helps," Eddie says, so Steve does. Eddie doesn't even try to fight him off as he zips him in like a child.

Now that Eddie and he are, somewhat, safe from the storm, he starts rooting around for that other mask Eddie said was in the truck. At least, he's hoping he meant this part of the truck and not the cab.

Plink.

Shit, fuck, he throws things around with abandon now, and quickly finds the other mask. It's smashed and cracked, probably from the weight of the whatever was bouncing around back here when the truck left the road.

Fuck.

Plink. Plink plink plinkplinkplink.

The rain falls, and Steve rips his mask off, rushing to Eddie to get it on him. "Here, here, I found the other mask, just lift you head- yeah, okay. Okay. You'll be okay."

Eddie pulls in a deep breath once the mask is secured, and Steve realizes just how shallowly Eddie'd been breathing before. "Fuck. Deep breaths hurt, man."

"Keep doing it anyway," Steve orders, turning his back to Eddie to watch the doorway and to prevent Eddie from being able to see he gave up his mask. He knows Eddie'll try and make him take it back but- but Eddie's injured, and they've no way to patch his wounds, and he's already breathed who knows how much shit air already. Steve knows he's more likely to survive breathing the toxic air left in the wake of the almost black rain falling from the sky than Eddie would be.

"Hey Steve. If this- if I don't-"

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," Steve's words are harsh but his voice comes out choked. "You're gonna be fine." Steve twists just enough to feel around for Eddie's hand, holding it tightly when he finds it.

"But if I'm not-"

"You're going to. You're gonna be fine so- so once you're back to Hawkins, and given clean bills of health, you can say whatever it is then."

"Steve."

Steve draws in a shaky breath that burns his lungs; not from the held back tears but from the storm. He should have ripped a part of his shirt off to use as a filter. It wouldn't- the difference might not have mattered, but his lungs wouldn't burn as much. "You'll be fine. You'll be okay. That's- that's," he stops talking because it hurts.

"... Why won't you say we. Why isn't it we'll be fine."

Steve looks over to where he'd left the broken mask. He can't lie. Eddie knows him too well for that anymore, but saying the truth out loud will hurt them both, and Steve doesn't- if he's going to- No regrets. Steve doesn't want to die with regrets. "I should have asked you out years ago."

Eddie squeezes his hand so hard it hurts. "Steve."

"I couldn't- couldn't be that selfish, I kept telling myself. Said I'd-" Steve stops because the pain makes him want to cough, so he does for a bit before he can continue, "said I'd do it once we ended the apocalypse. But that was- I was just scared. Scared you'd say no. More scared you'd say yes. I'm sorry."

"Steve. Steve, take the mask," Eddie says, and Steve can feel him trying to roll over. Hears him hiss in pain, so Steve moves faster. Lays down next to him, snakes his arms around him to hold him in place as he shoves his nose into Eddie's hair, burrowing in until he feels his nose hit the back Eddie's neck. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath then, breaths in the scent of him.

"I would have made you dinner on our first date. Let you pick a movie-"

"You don't get to do this to me! You don't-"

"-even though I think you have terrible taste in movies-"

"Stop. Stop talking. Don't-"

"-Maybe even raided the arcade for some silly stuffed animal to give you-"

"I don't- I want that. I want that, so stop talking! Stop- b-breath as little as possible!"

"'m sorry. 'm being selfish," Steve says, even as it hurts. Because it might be his regrets he's confessing, but making Eddie listen to things Steve won't be able to give him is selfish. Steve's not the one who will have to live with the knowledge.

His lungs burn. All of his insides kind of feel itchy now. He nuzzles at Eddie and places a kiss where he can reach, even as Eddie sobs in his grasp.

One last chance, Steve. I am sorry.

-

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss

[harmfulb1tch]

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader, Brother! Dustin x Sister! Reader

Summary: Just the Hellfire boys (older guys, not the kids) fawning over Dustin’s metalhead, d&d player, older sister, Y/N.

A/N: Based off of Nickelback’s “She Keeps me up”. And yes, I know I have some requests to write still, but I wanted to do something with Eddie. Although Reader is 18, she is a senior in highschool. Btw, the unnamed hellfire guy I called Kevin, cuz he looks like a Kevin to me 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Warnings: Swearing, sex talk (so readers have to be 18+

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“Look! there she is”

“Dude, Eddie. That’s creepy as fuck. You can’t stare at people like that.” Gareth scolded him, but had his eyes stuck on you as well.

You were wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, a high waisted, leather skirt with two chains dangling off the side of your hip. Fishnets covered your beautiful thighs and, on your feet (as per usual) your pair of black combat boots.

You walked to your table, passing the hellfire table on your way. Looking at the boys, you give them a small smile waving. You were acquainted to them because they were your brother’s friends and since you had subbed for Lucas a couple of times for their campaign.

Of course, you also knew Eddie. He was in a couple of classes with you. You had also had a crush on him for YEARS. You had peeked an interest on the senior since your sophomore year of highschool. It wasn’t until this year that you actually wanted to make advancements on said crush. You had waited three years to make a move, every year selfishly wishing he would repeat senior year again so you could both go to the same grade. And, obviously, It was unbeknownst to you that he liked you back.

“Although, I cannot blame you. You have great taste. She IS hot as fuck” Gareth continued

“Yeah she is very hot” Jeff continued

“I conquer” says Kevin

“GUYS GUYS! First of all, she’s mine. So back the fuck up. Second of all, she is not just hot, she’s fucking brilliant. The smartest girl I’ve met-“

“Ohhh so you like her because she balances you out?” Gareth and the rest of the older hellfire boys laughed, while Eddie blushed.

“Hey! Shut up! Fuck, look at her. She’s so fucking hot and pretty… what I’d do to be with her, god…”

“Who is?” Said a new joining voice on the table, of course it was Dustin and his friends.

“I- Uh… no one?” Gareth’s And Eddie’s attempts to change the subject were ineffective, since it didn’t distract the younger kid from the conversation.

Eddie couldn’t help but look back at you sitting with Robin and your friends. You were sitting on a chair, it being the other way around. Your arms resting on the supposed back side of the chair. Legs open and back arched to accommodate yourself on it. Your long, curly and brown hair (similar to your brother’s, only longer) was all pushed to one side of your head as you laughed at something funny Robin had said. Eddie was practically drooling. That’s when a shout woke him up from his daytime fantasy.

“WHAT THE FUCK EDDIE?! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT MY SISTER LIKE THAT?!” Dustin shouted angrily.

“Hey um… ughh. Look there’s no hiding from the truth now. Dustin, your sister is hot as fuck and 100% my type ok? Learn to live with it”

“I mean… Dustin, he is not wrong. Although I’m scared to admit it in front of all of you, she is our type. We’re sorry but how many girls in this school have you seen that are hot, like playing d&d, like the same music we like and are as nice to us as your sister?” Gareth joined in

“You too?!”

“All of us, dude, all of us” Jeff said after.

Dustin couldn’t believe what was happening. But he had seen how you looked at Eddie and he didn’t want to deny you from your crush. Not when you had been so supportive of his relationship with Suzie. You had helped him create a plan for him to confess his feelings for her, and it worked! He wanted you to be happy and, being honest with himself, Eddie was a nice guy and he would treat you well. He knew you would be happy with Eddie.

“Hey uh… Eddie? Look, she’s single, if that’s what you were wondering. She probably has a crush on you too. She talks about you all the time and you should see the way she looks at you all the time!”

“Wait WHAT?! REALLY?!” The older boy shouted, startling a group of cheerleaders that were passing by.

“Yeah she probably does, I heard her talking to Robin about it the other day on the phone”

“Jesus Christ… Is it ok with you if I ask her out?” Eddie asked Dustin blushing.

“Yeah it’s fine. If you like her that much I will not be opposed to the two of you dating. Just Eddie, if you break her heart. I. WILL. Fucking. Kill you. You got it?” Eddie smirked at his comment.

“Don’t worry Henderson, I won’t. I like her too much to do that.”

“Good. Now, go get your girl!”

[dark-side-blog3]

How would you rank the six Jojo leads from the OG continuity from worst to best to end up with?

I'm gonna take this as an add-on to the would you rather game from before, so the answers will be super self-indulgent, and yandere.

Short answer is I would prefer to end up with none of the yanderes, at least not the jojo's. But in terms of damage, I suppose Jonathan is the safest, and Giorno is the worst. It should be Jolyne because Stone Ocean is more dangerous, but Giorno skeeves me out more. Jolynes only so low because everyone around her would instakill me.

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Jonathan is a milk toast of a man. He's unthreatening, because of his noble code. If I got isekai'd, the worst Johnathan could possibly do to me is just have me associated with him, because Dio would fuck me up just to mess with him. In which case, I'd either have to avoid Jonathan so hard Dio can't target me, or I'd have to glue myself to his side so he could protect me from Dio. Which would be what feeds into his tendencies, but they're not really dangerous, so I suppose I'll just have to suck it up.

Joseph is funny and charming, and in earlier parts, he's cunning and witty. He leans heavily into the bad boy heartbreaker persona, so the idea that he's going to be possessive of his partner wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. And all of these would make him the match if it weren't offset by the cheating. How Suzie didn't kill him, I don't know. Her patience is infinite. I, on the other hand, would kill us both. Until then, he wouldn't be too bad.

Jotaro and I would fight way too much. He only wants to talk about his interests, and I can't shut up about my interests, and there is zero overlap between the two. There are only so many times I can endure a Clint Eastwood marathon, and there are only so many minutes he'll let me talk about pinnipeds or linguistics. I couldn't care less about the actual crimes he commits, but the clash of interests would be what makes him the (second) most unbearable.

Josuke has never faced long-term interpersonal consequences to his actions, which means that he'll be genuinely surprised if I stay mad at him after a fight. He nearly beat Okuyasu to death and they're best friends. He punched a hole through his mom and never got in trouble. So why am I still mad at him a week after a verbal fight that didn't even get violent? The world will never know (I will tell him every day, he just doesn't want to hear it). The only reason I wouldn't try to piss him off too much, like saying I got isekai'd and I can't stay in Morioh, is because I've seen Angelo. I choose to not be a fucked up rock Josuke does shameful things with.

Giorno is fucking creepy if you don't hear his internal monologues; which if isekai'd, I wouldn't be able to. I'm with Abbacchio on this, I don't trust this motherfucker. He just stares as people get injured in front of him, and waits until the last possible second to help them, and he's so obviously scheming behind those eyes. I would avoid him like the plague, even if I somehow got involved with the mafia. He's just so... Weird. And calculating. Giorno isn't the only smart jojo, but he is the most intimidating for his intelligence. The vibes are just so rancid on him... I'm throwing myself into the Tiber before I enter this narrative.

Jolyne is a puzzle. I'm not sure what I'd do if I got isekai'd... Do I avoid her and avoid the ire of Anasui, or get my ass beat by the enemy stand users literally everywhere? Not to mention the regular people who just happen to be in a supermax, who will probably prey on me for being an easy target. I'd be totally lost in terms of what to do. At least with the others, there's a hope of escape, or playing my cards right to utilize them. But I don't think there is a good strategy with Jolyne except carefully slotting myself in the toxic friendzone, and hoping for the best. At least it shouldn't be impossible to do.

[munsonsprincess11111]

Hopper and munson?

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your Jim hoppers daughter. Dating the one and only Eddie munson. You've been dating for 2 months but it's finally time for that dreaded family get together. In this al comes back purely for this get together and leaves again.

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Eddie loves you. More then anything. Only catch. He's a munson. Your a hopper. Yours dad's cheif of police. His is a master criminal. Eddie tells his dad about your relationship on a pgine call and askes him to come for the family dinner. To his surprise al agrees.

He was due to come to your house at 5pm Wednesday after school with Al and Wayne. But the hole school day. Eddie was a fucking wreck.

"Dude you've met hop before." Gareth says trying to calm Eddie. He glares at the boy. "I'm aware but I've never done this. I've never been around him while dating his daughter and my dad actually being present." Eddie's legs bouncing as he says this. He's wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. But he feels the smallest weight lifted off his shoulder when you come up behind him and kiss his cheek.

"Calm down." You whisper in his ear. You sit next to him placing your bag next to you. Eddie looks up at you and smiles leg still shaking. You put your hand out and Eddie gladly takes it. Laying his head on the table. Slowly his leg stops bouncing.

"Thank fuck your here thought he was gonna explode." Dustin says from thr other end of the table. Eddie looks up and shoots him a glare putting his head back on the table.

"First I doubt he would've exploded. Second he has every right to be anxious. Fuck wouldn't you all be. Dustin how would u feel if suzie asked u to meet her super religious dad?" You ask Dustin.

"I'd be nervous as shit." HE mumbles

"EXACTLY Eddie's feeling like that times 100 right now. So all of you shut up and eat your food. And I swear next person to say something about Eddie I'm gonna personally punch. OK?" NO one at the hellfire table likes it when u switch. So they all nod and start talking about anything and everything else

"Thank you." Eddie whispers squeezing your hand slightly. He was stressed. He knew what his dad was like. He knew your parents hated eachother. "Your welcome." You whisper back. Eddie stays like that the rest of lunch. 15 minutes later the bell goes and your all parting ways.

"SEE ya at 5 handsome." You says kissing his cheek walking off to your lesson. Swaying your hips to give him a little show. He smirks shaking his head. But ad u disappear out of sight the anxiety is back. Roll on 5 o'clock.

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Eddie knocks on your door. Al stood next to him Wayne the other side. He's a wreck. But he can't show that standing next to his dad. So he had to try cover it up. Not to Eddie's luck hopper answers the door. "Eddie. Allen. Wayne." HE greets them letting them In. "Jim long time no see buddy." Als trying his charming munsin smile. But that won't work on Jim. He's seen it to many times.

"Evening Jim." Wayne greets shaking his hand. Hopper smiles and nods at Wayne. Wayne's the good munson out of all of them. You come walking from the living room into the doorway bit. Eddie's eyes immediately on you. Your wearing a short red dress that fits you right n shows all your curves. Some mascara. Fishnet tights and red heels that Eddie has seen you fall over in many times.

"Well well. This must be the famous y/n Eddie's told me so much about." Eddie's dad says to you. All you do is smile. You can see how uptight Eddie is. So you use your brain walk over to him grab his hand and walk him to the kitchen.

"You OK?" You ask him as soon as you enter your kitchen. He nods. "Liar." You say bluntly. All he does is wrap his arms around you. You wrap your arms around him going him three for a second. Letting him have some relief of everything.

The adults are making small talk in the living room. And your just holding your boy. Doing anything you can to calm him for even 30 seconds. "OK right. Let's go in there before I actually have a fucking break down" Eddie says laughing. You can tell its a forced laugh but you nod and take his hand and walk in the living room with him.

"There they are the happy couple!" Eddie's dad says as you enter the room. Eddie just nods and sits on the couch. You sit next to him still holding his hand. After 5 minutes his leg starts slowly bouncing again. "WHY you so anxious boy. Calm down. Your the one who wanted to date the chiefs daughter this was gonna hapoend sooner or later." Al says with a smile on his face.

Eddie gets up and mumbled the word bathroom before disappearing to the bathroom. "Excuse him Wayne's turned him into a real pussy while Ive been away. So Jim how's the job?" Al says still smiling. They all continue talking.

"Y/n if you don't mind us wondering who asked who out?" Jim askes you.

"Eddie asked me out." You say drinking some of your drink.

"Really didn't expect him to have the balls to actually ask a girl out. He was single for so long surprises me." Al says.

You look at Wayne who's just sat observing. Then to your dad who's talking to Al. Then at the bathroom where Eddie disappeared to. "I'm gonna go check on eds." You say quickly getting up so no one can stop u.

"Eddie babe you OK?" You ask knock on the door. No answer. You knock again and he unlocks the door. Walking in you see Eddie in a complete mess. "Oh babe." You say closing and locking the door.

He's stood twisting his rings. Leg shaking fast and looks drained. "I'm a fucking mess y/n I can't do this. My dad can't shut his mouth. Your dad already hates me. I'm fucked I'm fucking fucked." HE says putting his elbows on the sink and head in his hands.

You don't onow what to say. You want to help him. But you don't know how. "Eddie?" You says quietly. He looks at u and nods. I'm sorry." You say. Eddie stands up straight and looks you in the eyes sighing.

"NO. Ok no your not don't apologise like my dumbass dad said it was gonna happen. It's not your fault so don't apologise. I'm sorry I can't fucking handle myself. Babe I'm so fucking sorry. I'm trying I really am cause I love you and i-" he stops. You stare him in the eyes. Well he's never said that before.

"Y-you what?" You ask him softly. Eddie stares into space registering he actually said it. He smiles slightly n looks at you. "I fucking love you." Eddie says. The most confident he's been all morning

"I-i love you too." You smile slightly.

He walks over to your hugging you and kissing you. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck. "Can't believe our first I love you was in your bathroom." Eddie chuckles dropping his head in your neck.

"Fuck it. Common were going back out there n imma fucking deal with it." Eddie says. He grabs your hand and walks out the bathroom to the living room. He sits on the couch. You go to sit next to him but he pulls your straight into his lap. It's like someone flipped a switch and all his cocky confidence was back.

"Look who's finally gonna join us. Remember your words now?" Al says tryna make Eddie feel small.

"Hmm let me think. Fuck you al. Oh yeah there back." HE says, looking his dad straight in the eyes with a grin across his face. That's your Eddie. Al sits there looking a bit taken back by his sins words. Wayne let's out a laugh along with your dad.

"What she do help you find your balls on there?" Al says to Eddie clearly trying to start something and make him look bad.

"If anyone needs there balls finding it's you. Atleast I'm not gonna run away at the end of tonight cause so many people in this town hate me. Nah imma deal with it." Eddie's grinning as he can tell he's getting to his dad.

"Watch it-" he tries to say but Eddie cuts him off. "Or what. We're at the chief of polices House. You. Can't. Do. Shit." Eddie says making his words clear. Your dad then looks at Al and nods agreeing with Eddie.

10 minutes later he's walking out the door. "Right let's start this evening again. Hi hop I'm Eddie munson I'm the prick dating your daughter. You already don't like me but I guarantee now u don't like me more. I'm probably gonna sneak in her window a few times so heads up. If she's gone late my bad it'll be my fault. If we ever get married her last name will be munson. I'll probably see you in the next week when you pull me over for speeding. Ive kissed her. Told her i love her. She said it back. Weve had sex. It was safe dont you worry. Oh and I smoke." Eddie says clapping his hands at the end. Your jaw drops.

Jim stares at him. "I hate and like you munson." HE finally says. Wayne let's out a loud laugh tour jaw still hung open. Eddie closes your mouth for you. "Careful babe you might eat a fly." HE winks.

"Who's for dinner?" Jim says getting up. "ME ill come help you serve Jim." Wayne says walking out the room eith your dad.

Eddie jumps on top of you as soon as there out of sight kissing your lips and neck. He pulls his head away and looks you in the eyes. "I DINT think I was scared about this I think it purely was my dad." HE says twiddling your hair. Your nod running your fingers through his hair. "Howd I do." HE askes looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you Eddie munson." You say. That's all the reassurance he needs. He cuddles into you letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I love you too... y/n munson."

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 5

I finally resolve that cliffhanger and introduce Dustin. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4

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Dustin looked over at Steve in confusion. “Who was that? And why did you give some stranger our address?”

Steve laughed. “Come on, Dusty. You know me better than that. I would never give your address to someone you didn’t know.”

Dustin and Suzie shared a glance.

“But everyone we know knows where we live, though,” Suzie said, tilting her head.

Steve licked his lips slowly. “Sure, if we were talking about someone both of you know. But this is someone Dusty knows.”

Dustin glared at him. “There is no way fucking way.”

Steve winked at him and smirked.

“There is no way in hell that Eddie Munson is on his way to my house,” Dustin insisted.

Suzie frowned. “Is this the D&D guy?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “He was more than just some D&D guy, honey. He was so cool. He had long hair and wore a leather jacket. He played guitar and even had his own metal band.”

Steve grin grew bigger. “Still does.”

Dustin who had been facing Suzie turned to him, rotating his whole body so that they were face to face. “What?”

Steve half-shrugged. “Yeah. All four of them are still performing together. Corroded Coffin. I saw them over the weekend.”

Dustin let out a noise that couldn’t be categorized and leapt to his feet. “And you didn’t take me?”

Suzie sighed, grabbing his shirt sleeve and slowly pulling him back down to his chair. She patted his forearm gently.

“Dude,” Steve said with a smirk. “One, you weren’t invited and I was.” Dustin bristled. “Two, this was Saturday, so if I made you my plus one instead of Robin, you wouldn’t have been able to go, because you and Suzie had plans.”

Suzie hid her smile under her hand as Dustin glared at her.

“And thirdly, lastly whatever,”Steve continued, “they’ve had a steady gig at The Nightmare Holes for years. So if you were as big on the metal scene as you claim, you probably would have already known that.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “What?!”

Steve’s smirk was full on feral now. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. He’s coming over because he got sunburned and needs me to survey the damage to make sure that we can still keep his tattoo appointment on Wednesday, so you are going to let me do that before you bombard him with questions and shit.”

“You’re his tattoo artist?” Dustin squealed.

Steve rolled his eyes. He would pick up on that bit, instead of the part where he had to kept his mouth shut.

“Since when?” Dustin huffed.

“Um...” Steve said, “since last Wednesday? Now before you scream at me again. I was going to tell you. Over dinner. Like a proper conversation about someone we both knew. But this little emergency kinda preempted that.”

Dustin pondered that for a moment. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Suzie breathed a sigh of relief.

Then there was a frantic knock on the door. Steve got up to answer it. He opened the door to a very worried Eddie. He was bouncing from one foot to the other and playing with his rings.

Without so much as a hello, Eddie slipped past Steve into the house to stand in the hall.

“I’m so sorry about this, man,” he said, “I can’t believe I was so stupid. I put sunscreen on my tattoo, why didn’t I put it on the rest of me too?”

Steve put a hand over Eddie’s chest to stall him. “I know you’re freaking out right now, but I need you take a breath for me okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie took a deep breath and let out slow.

“Good,” Steve said. “Now let’s take this one step at a time. Let’s go into the front room for some better light, and I’ll take a look.”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded, following Steve. Once they got to the middle of the room, Steve turned to face him.

“All right,” he said gently. “Next step is to take off your shirt so I can see the sunburn.”

The fact that Eddie did so quickly and without quip or innuendo told Steve how serious this was for him. That Eddie was very upset.

Steve reached out to touch the bandage Eddie had used to cover the new tattoo and Eddie’s breath hitched. Steve gulped and licked his lips.

“You did a good job taking care of it,” he said softly. “You did everything right.”

Eddie nodded, his lips still pressed together, grateful that burn on his cheeks hid the blush that would have colored them. “I know. I just worry I didn’t take care of the rest of me.”

Steve nodded back. “Then turn around for me and let me see.”

Eddie turned around and Steve closed his eyes briefly before reaching out to touch Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“Is this where you were thinking about starting your wings?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” It came out more then a little breathless.

Steve moved Eddie’s hair out of the way. “Oh Eds...how did you manage to burn the back of your neck so bad?”

“My hair was sticking to it because of how hot it was, so I pulled it to the one side,” he admitted shyly.

Steve’s fingers hovered over the burn. “It looks so painful,” he murmured. “Do you shed much when you burn like this?”

“Like a god damned snake,” he growled ruefully.

“”That’s the general consensus, yes,” Steve teased.

It took Eddie a moment before he whirled around. “What the hell? That was a terrible joke!”

“I don’t know,” Suzie said, breaking the tension, “I thought it was pretty funny.”

Steve stuck out his tongue out at Eddie. “See? Someone has taste.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he took in the fact for the first time, that no, he was not, in fact, alone with Steve. He was in someone else’s house. He bowed dramatically.

“My apologies, fair maiden,” he said, smiling as he rose. “I have invaded your evening, but alas my need was urgent.”

Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Dusty?” Eddie said and then threw his arms wide to give him a hug. Only to wince when the motion pulled on the burns on his shoulders. “Ouch!”

“Dumbass,” Dustin said fondly.

Steve was more sympathetic. “Suzie do you have any aloe vera to put on his burns?”

Suzie nodded and went to go get it. Dustin gingerly gave Eddie a hug and he returned it, albeit not as fiercely as he would have liked.

They started chatting away as Steve gently applied the aloe gel to Eddie’s raw skin. As the cooling sensation worked its way into him, Eddie began to relax, the tension bleeding out as the pain subsided.

“There you go,” Steve murmured. “All done. I’d pick some of this stuff up on your way home if you don’t have any. Then after a day or so once the skin has had a chance to cool, use the cream I gave you for your tattoo, that should help with the peeling.”

Eddie grinned. “Thanks, Stevie. But what’s the verdict? Am I cleared for Wednesday?”

Steve smiled back. “All clear. The furthest the burn got on your back was a little past the collar of your shirt. No where near where you want to do the tattoo.”

The last little bit of tension in Eddie’s shoulders vanished. “That’s great news.”

“You should stay for dinner,” Suzie said. “We have plenty and it will give you more of a chance to catch up with Dustin.”

Dustin gave his best puppy eyes, Eddie glanced over at Steve, who looked hopeful. That sealed the deal.

“Sure thing!” he said. “I just have to make a phone call at seven, but other than that I’m all yours!”

“Who ya gotta call?” Dustin asked.

Steve was just grateful he didn’t have to ask, because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to ask without betraying his worry that it was a boyfriend or worse, girlfriend.

“My Uncle Wayne.” he replied cheerfully. “He worries about me being in the big city so he wants me to call every Sunday. It’s gossip mostly. But it’s nice.”

Dustin and Suzie looked at each guiltily. When was the last time they called home?

“Nah, man,” Dustin said. “That’s really good of you.”

Steve nodded in agreement, instantly relieved.

They got cleaned up and set the table, Eddie pulling on his shirt to eat. Steve mourned the loss of the view of that long torso, but understood that Eddie didn’t want to be tits out while he was eating at someone’s house. It was still a pity though.

They all chatted like old friends. Even Suzie seemed to really have fun and enjoy the company.

“It’s nice to have an even number,” Dustin said as they were finishing up dinner. “Steve never brings anyone over to these things. Not even Robin.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “She stopped coming because you kept trying to set the two of us up.”

Eddie nearly choked on his bite of food. He looked over at Steve and Dustin. ‘You are aware that she’s a lesbian, right?”

Steve laughed. “I am, I’m not sure he was.”

Dustin stared at the two of them in shock. “Robin likes girls?”

“Yup!” Steve replied, popping the ‘P’.

“That makes so much more sense,” Dustin said, slapping his forehead. “I always thought she was too smart not to date Steve, because Steve is such a catch.”

Suzie stood up and started clearing the table and Steve immediately jumped up to help her to avoid being further embarrassed by Dustin.

She started handing him dishes to put in the dishwasher. “Did I hear that right? You’re going to try doing another back tattoo?”

Steve nodded. “I first thought that it was because it was Eddie, you know? But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was doing it for me too. I can’t keep telling people I don’t do large tattoos, I’ll lose business. Like really good business.”

Suzie hummed in agreement. “I can understand that. And trying it with someone you know will help ease the anxiety of it a bit. Because you can trust them to speak up through the process.”

Steve nodded again. “I’ve already started working on several sketches to show him on Wednesday.” He closed the dishwasher and started it up.

Suzie handed him a towel to dry his hands. “I’m sure it’ll turn out great.”

Steve took it from her and began drying his hands. “Robin thinks we should get a couple of apprentices to help take on the load while I work on Eddie’s back.”

Suzie took back the towel and draped it over the handle of the oven. “That’s probably a good idea. You have the extra room. You could easily expand if you wanted to.” She paused and pursed her lips. “But that’s the problem isn’t it? You don’t want to.”

Steve sighed and leaned up against the counter, folding his arms. “It’s not that. Or rather it’s not just that. I just never intended to be a tattoo artist, you know?”

She cocked her head to side. “You didn’t?”

Steve shook his head. “When my future wasn’t being planed out for me by parents, I always thought that I would be a firefighter or EMT. And then when I came out to my parents, and they cut me off, I even started taking classes for the EMT thing.”

Suzie’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

He hung his head and kicked at the tile. “It’s one of the reasons I don’t care about the aesthetic or any of that bullshit. It was never meant to be permanent.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

He let out a shuddering sigh and lifted his head. “But I love it, Suze. Like really, honest to God, love it. Which is why I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up. Fuck up Eddie’s tattoo, the new apprentices, the shop. Because if there is one thing my parents taught me is to not hold onto things because nothing in life is permanent.”

“Oh sweetie!” Suzie held out her arms and Steve stepped into them. “I know it’s a lot at once. But you are one of the most capable people I know. You thrive on high stress situations. That’s why you were so drawn to the firefighting or emergency work. And you’ll thrive with this, too.”

He sighed, but nodded. “Thanks.”

She patted his shoulder. “We should get back out there before they start wondering where we wandered off to.”

Steve blushed but followed her back out to the dinning room. Only when they got back out there, it was only Dustin.

“He’s on the porch,” he explained, “talking to his uncle.”

Steve nodded.

“We should call home, too,” Suzie suggested chewing on her bottom lip. She looked apologetically at Steve.

But he just smiled. “Go on. I’m not going to stop you just because my parents are assholes. I’ll just gossip with Robin until everyone is done.”

He wandered to the front room and flopped on the sofa as both Dustin and Suzie called their parents. He smiled up at them. A little shame did them good.

***

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[piratefishmama]

OK, au where Eddie survived,

Its 1990, Steve hears this song and decides to drunkenly serenade Eddie with it

https://youtu.be/wv-34w8kGPM

Steve had had maybe… four beers, maximum, maybe one little fruity cocktail, and a shot of something that tasted like apple but that was it.

He wasnt even thirty yet and already his alcohol tolerance had gone to shit.

It was new year’s though! They’d hit the big Nine-O! The kids were allowed to be there, to celebrate with them as adults! They’d made it to ADULTHOOD, They’d, against literally all odds, survived the eighties and all the horrors that came with them.He was allowed to get a little white girl wasted in his and Robin’s apartment.

He was allowed to be free and silly in his own space surrounded by only his people.

No strangers to be seen in that apartment. Sure there were a few friends of the family, but he knew them, he knew them well enough that they knew him. The new and improved him, not the douchey high school him they once sort of knew. There were no strangers.

The music was loud, the track list riddled with cheesy pop, glam metal, rock, one or two reasonable metal tracks that the CC boys wouldn’t ridicule because Steve had been adamant that he wanted them (Eddie) to enjoy themselves, a few Madonna tracks, Queen, Bowie, plus, Dustin had brought a karaoke machine, in the hopes that Jonathan would capture something stupid on the fancy video camera Hopper got him for Christmas.

Wasted Steve was happy to accommodate as the something stupid.

Happy to be the first person brave enough, or drunk enough, to turn that silly little machine on because he was the only one just drunk enough to not care about embarrassing himself for fun. He was happy to peruse the list of songs Suzie had managed to acquire for it like a wine list at a fine restaurant, feeling excited eyes drawn to him. It was happening. Someone was going for the Karaoke.

Who better than Steve.

Who better than the King?

Who could switch from kegs to karaoke so seamlessly that it felt effortless, Steve. That’s who.

They had a projector screen for the words, but Steve didn’t need them, he’d been humming that damn song under his breath for weeks, having heard it on the radio driving to work. He related to it is all. Having a stupid crush that wouldn’t go away on someone who clearly didn’t seem to feel the same, but he couldn’t get over it.

He didn’t want anyone else.

Who else could say they’d understand the trauma they’d been through? Who else could be woken up in the middle of the night by screaming nightmares and just get it without having to ask? Who could he even talk to without breaking several NDA’s?

That issue alone had lost him a few partners since ’86. Who wanted to be with someone who couldn’t tell them the truth?

He hadn’t gone through a whole goddamn bisexual crisis in ’88 when he REALISED his crush was an actual sexual sort of crush and not a ‘he’s just pretty Robin, it doesn’t have to mean anything!’ appreciation of another man’s ridiculously pretty face. Honestly what the fuck was up with his big doe eyes, his laugh, those lips, he made facial scars look so damn good, and—

The music was starting, he found Eddie’s eyes from across the room and locked on them, laser focus, go big or go broke! Worst case scenario Eddie punched him, he could probably take Eddie in a fight.

Maybe. Eddie was scrappy. But Steve had back up. At least a fight would probably shut his crush up.

“I love myself, I want you to love me When I'm feelin' down, I want you above me—” Jonathan’s camera was ON him.The kids mortified, like they were watching a train wreck in motion, unable to look away. Eddie was just staring at him, wide eyed and flush cheeked. Or was that his usual big ol doe eyed stare and the alcohol hitting his cheeks? Steve was too drunk to know for sure, but he felt seen. He felt warm, full of liquid courage!

“I search myself, I want you to find me I forget myself, I want you to remind me” Eddie wasn’t moving, so Steve, in his infinite white girl wasted wisdom, decided to take a step from centre stage, to cross that distance and hope those pesky bandmates of Eddie’s didn’t get in the way. They didn’t. they moved out of the way actually. Leaving Eddie to gaze up at him from his seat while onlookers stared in amazement.

And maybe a little horror on the kids part, Dustin especially.

Those were his dads. His male role models. His big brothers. His dudes.

One of which was damn near sensually lowering his pretty self down into the other man’s lap, straddling it as if they were the only two people in the room. They were not. Steve didn’t care. “I don't want anybody else, When I think about you, I touch myse—”

“Alrighty that’s enough of that!” And the music was gone. Leaving Steve to awkwardly look over his shoulder at the culprit who’d turned off his thing. Eddie’s hand had landed on his hip to steady him, which was nice. Warm. Big. Grounding. He liked it.

Didn’t mean he was gonna focus on that instead of the culprit. “Dustin you shit! That was my big MOMENT!”

“That was horrifying beyond anything I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen. Some. Shit. No dry humping our DM at the GROUP New Year’s party! Do that in your own private time! In your own room!” At least he wasn’t saying not to do it. just. Not in public. Got it.

“Boy you have no idea what dry humping is, you’re like twelve.”

“I do TOO!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!!”

Robin chose that moment to turn the normal music back on to drown their bickering out so the party could continue around them. It did. There were no strangers at that party. No matter how surprising Steve Harrington serenading Eddie Munson with a sexy song was, there were no strangers at that party. They were family.

Even the other Corroded Coffin boys were family by association. Nobody would start shit in that apartment.

They’d be outnumbered.

That hand was still on his hip. Squeezing to get his attention back from where Dustin had managed to claim it. Whatever words he’d been yelling in a failed attempt to get over the music dying in his throat when he looked down at the man he was still straddling. He knew that look. Recognised it from days long since passed. Want.

Desire, lust, need, Steve swallowed his own saliva, then licked his lips to dampen the drying skin.

“You touch yourself a lot, Harrington?”

“Mmnhm, I’ve been needing a hand with it actually, you offering, Munson?”

“Bedroom, now.”

Nothing quite like bringing in the new year with one hell of a bang.

[deedala]

✨WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY✨

thanks to @jrooc for the game this week and for tagging me + @creepkinginc @energievie @lingy910y @suzy-queued 💖

Hello beautiful kittens! 🐈‍⬛ Today’s tag game is about our wonderful fandom 😍

How did you get into the fandom? 

after falling deep into the shameless hellspiral i took to tumblr (as is my usual) to find gifs and memes and everything was so good and everyone was so wonderful i couldnt help but wedge my way into the community lmao

How long have you been here?

i started lurking september of 2022 and my first shameless post was in october of 2022 🥰

What’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

yeah tumblr i guess! my first instinct is always to search tumblr tags for a new thing i like 😌

what’s your favourite now? 

tumblr and discord equally, theyre both non-negotiable

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

@michellemisfit my beloved <3 ran into her in the @shamelesscreatorsnetwork discord (the first discord link i found) and we started talking and never shutted the fuck up ever again even until today lmao 🥰

Which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and want to get to know?

okay so since the first thing i seek out on a new interest is GIFS (and also shameless + text posts that shit absolutely sends me), the first people i followed and was so drawn to their immaculate vibes and gorgeous work were @gardenerian @heymacy and @sickness-health-all-that-shit biting you biting you biting you!!! 💖💖💖

First Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

so michelle had me read redheaded step-children and it was so gorgeous and wonderful i was completely knocked on my ass by that one <3

and then i got the itch to read an AU and started with intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar and unless you're new here you are surely aware of how much i love that one 😂

First Fan art that blew your mind? 

i feel awful because i really cannot remember (crine) but pretty sure it was probably some gorgeous intricate @steorie painting

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

SPORTS AU - and now ive fully fucking lost my mind (@heymacy @too-schoolforcool know how deep it runs and i cannot even talk about it or i will throw up lmao)

What surprised you most about this fandom?

since my last significant foray into a fandom community was a pretty big fandom, there were looots of people who were just out for fucking blood. this community here on tumblr for shameless is a goddamn pillowfort, the vast majority of people are so sweet and supportive and happy to mind their own business it's such a fuckin breath of fresh air.

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich?

i dont know if i can pinpoint just one moment? but probably one of the big moments early on since thats what would have kept me ravenous to keep consuming more lol

Ian or Mickey?

the fuck??? AAAAHHHHHHHHH uuhhhhh uuhmmmm omg. fuck. uh... okay...just... Mickey? no... Ian? uuhhhhmmm what was the question?

Which Gallagher or Milkovich are you? 

im gonna go with Debbie here <3

and now to tag some more folks in (in addition to everyone tagged above!!) if you want to play! if not, consider this me sending you cleansing brainwaves 🧠

@darlingian @heymrspatel @crossmydna @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy @wehangout @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @thepupperino @blue-disco-lights @the-rat-wins @loftec @mickeysgaymom @rereadanon @callivich @lee-ow @palepinkgoat @gallapiech @transmickey @iansw0rld @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @vintagelacerosette @sam-loves-seb @burninface @spookygingerr @mikhailoisbaby @themarchg1rl @whatwouldmickeydo @sleepyheadgallavich @sleepyfacetoughguy @samantitheos

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[fedorah-the-explorah]

scalp hurt 💔

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 29 - Erinnerungen]

• Erinnerungen (German, memories)

Warnings: Romance, Fluff, the softest Angst, I cannot write warnings without breaking into tears, just read it, I am a broken woman, this is the most romantic fucking shit I have ever written, it’s so cheesy I fucking love it, also nightmares in the beginning

Wordcount: 9.1k

a/n: *sits in corner and cries loudly*

You are showering, filling the drain with your tears just as much as you fill it with the blood soaked water. It doesn’t want to get off. It’s not leaving your skin. It is part of you.

“Get off of me!” you beg it, rubbing at your skin until it hurts.

It doesn’t get off. You are covered in blood and it doesn’t wash off.

“It’s your fault.”

You turn upon hearing the voice.

Suzy is here. Finally she isn’t just a shadow anymore. She is standing right outside the shower. Her eyes are red from the blood seeping out of her mouth. On her chest a gushing wound is looking at you.

“Go away.”

“Go away?” her voice is distorted through the constant stream of blood dripping from her mouth, “why? To make it easier for you? To help you pretend that you didn’t end another person’s life?”

She steps closer and spits her blood all over the shower door. She begins ripping at it, trying to open it.

“You murderer. You killed another person.”

“Please go away, please leave me alone.”

“You killed me! You killed me! You killed me!”

“I'm sorry! Please believe me! I'm so sorry!”

“You murderer! You killed me!”

“Please go away! Please I’m begging you!”

“You murderer!” she screeches.

“No!”

You sit up, push at nothing. Your hands fall on your lap. Tears are streaming down your face.

“What?” you press out, staring into the darkness.

You had a nightmare. This wasn’t real.

You look at your hands. Moonlight illuminates them. They are still clean, not covered in blood.

“Oh god”, you press out and whimper into said hand, “holy fuck.”

It felt so real. As if she was right there with you, dying all over again whilst dragging you with her.

You turn to the person next to you in instinct. Taehyung is sleeping deeply, hugging a pillow to his chest.

You could wake him, allow him to hold you and soothe you back to sleep and yet.

Yet.

You turn away from him and stumble out of bed.

You can’t explain it, you truly can’t explain why you left the room to search for another instead. It was almost like instinct. You couldn’t control it.

You can’t explain it even when you reached your destination. You just know that you opened his door and stumbled inside with your heart aching for his comfort. You need to feel his arms around you, smell his scent, listen to his soothing whispers. This is all you need tonight.

“Yoongi?” you call for him.

But he isn’t in his room, only his stuff is. You seek him by grabbing one of his shirts and then hiding yourself in his bed. You squeeze your teary eyes shut and bury your face in his shirt. 

You miss him. 

Perhaps it is such a peculiar feeling to feel when he is clearly still out with Fredrick, but you do.

You miss him so incredibly much right now. 

You need him.

Just him.

You need your safety.

Your Yoongi.

You lose consciousness in the safety of his scent and the knowledge that this was his space.

There must have been some time between when you came to his room and when the door opened to reveal him. You didn’t take in that time as you were sleeping, holding his shirt with all your strength. 

Yoongi stops and stares, feeling frozen to the spot. He hadn’t expected you here and now he feels anxious. 

He takes a weary step closer. 

You’re asleep.

Yoongi feels relief wash over himself. 

He shrugs off his leather jacket and boots. Then he turns, taking off his dirtied shirt and dropping it on the desk. He locks the bathroom and showers for a long time. 

He even washes his hair, drying it with the terrible blow dryer. He wasn’t planning on washing his hair tonight, but that was before he found you in his bed. He wants to smell nice for you. And he wants to stall time. He is scared to go outside again, for Yoongi has been doubting everything in his life for way too long. Himself, your feelings, your relationship, himself again. He has been doubting and doubting and doubting.

Doubt is a painful emotion. Doubt aches as if someone was gnawing on his heart. 

He may be the Powerful Creator to most people, but to you he is Yoongi. The title feels oh so big. So important. Powerful Creator comes easy to him, he justh has to act the way people expect him to act. But Yoongi. Who is Yoongi? It’s his truth. 

He has to be open and vulnerable. Then he is Yoongi. When he has his bleeding heart on the table and his soul bared.

And this is painfully scary to think about. It is so scary that he has been doubting just how much he wants to open himself. And then he doubted his own doubts and began from the beginning. Hating himself, loving the thought of you, hating his fears, doubting his decisions and beginning anew.

And that is why he is anxious to face you, fearing what you might ask him. He fears that you ask him why he pulled away, why he was so distant to you lately, why he stopped loving you oh so deeply. He fears those questions because he doesn’t want to answer them, for he doubted every answer he came up with until he stopped thinking up new ones.

But he has to. At some point his excessive evening routine just felt like childish ridiculousness. 

Yoongi leaves the bathroom door open, entering the bedroom in nothing but a towel. It’s you after all, you can see him that way. 

He gets some briefs and a clean shirt and abandons the towel by the desk. Then he turns.

You are sitting up in his bed, staring at him with your eyes puffy from sleep.

“I had a nightmare. Can I sleep here?”

Yoongi feels relieved. Not because you had a nightmare, but because your question wasn’t filled with accusations.

“Of course”, he says.

“Can you hold me?” you open your arms. 

Yoongi feels himself get drawn closer automatically. He claims his rightful spot beside you, opening his arms for you. You fall into his embrace, clutching him oh so tightly. You inhale and Yoongi feels how you shiver as you exhale. 

“You smell so much better than your shirt”, you whisper.

“I took a shower.”

“It’s not the shower, it’s you”, you twist his shirt.

Yoongi closes his eyes, resting his cheek on your shoulder. It’s him. 

It happens naturally that you and him lie down, holding each other oh so tightly. 

“I missed you so much, Yoongi.”

“You did?”

You nod your head. 

“I feel as if we barely have nights where we fall asleep together anymore.”

Yoongi stays silent, feeling sick in guilt. He knows that it was his fault. He is pulling back. He noticed it happening. 

“I feel like it’s my fault”, you say. 

“What?” Yoongi gasps, feeling frozen in shock. Why would you blame yourself? Why you? You did nothing wrong. 

“I’ve been acting so weird ever since Suzy. I think I avoided you a little.” 

Yoongi noticed that you did, but blamed it on himself. It must be him, he thought, it must be his fault like it always was. You finally must have realised just how fucked up he and his world was and finally had enough of it. And him. Like always, you finally had enough of him.

“I didn’t even notice it", he lies. 

“Good, that’s good. Because it wasn’t your fault I just….doesn’t matter, I don’t want to talk about it tonight.”

“Why not?”

“It makes me want to cry.”

“I see.”

“I dreamed of her tonight.”

Yoongi understands. 

“I’m sorry”, he whispers. 

“So I came here.”

“Why?”

“Because you told me that I should come to you when I’m having a nightmare.” 

“I see. What about Taehyung?”

You lift your head from his chest. 

“You are different”, you say, “you keep me safe.”

“And Taehyung doesn’t?”

“He does, just not like you do”, you say and slip off your magic ring. You place it on the pillow beside you. 

Yoongi eyes it. You just shed off your protection. This small fragile ring is your shield against losing your independence. And you put it away. In his presence you decided to put it away.

He exhales shakily and looks back at you. 

“Yoongi, can you make me dream of home?”

“You want me to make you dream of home?” 

You nod your head and rest it on his chest afterwards. 

“Please, make it about the greenhouse.”

Yoongi places his hand on your head, caressing it softly. 

“Close your eyes.”

“They are.”

“Good. Relax.”

Then you tingle. Your entire body is tingling unbearably until suddenly it stops. 

You feel dizzy for just a second, peeling your eyes open slowly. 

You are in the library. There is no colour around you. Just shades of grey.

“Yoongi?” 

“Hey”, he says. He is wearing a jumper, white and incredibly fluffy. 

When you take a look down at your body, you realise that you are also bundled in comfortable winter clothes. 

“I don’t understand. What kind of dream is that? Why is everything in black and white?”

“It’s my memories.”

“Your memories?”

Yoongi extends his arms until you finally intertwine your fingers with his’. 

“Follow me”, he says, leading you past a heap of books. 

“Wait”, you oggle the small table on which a cup of tea had cooled down already, "is this the day when you?”

“Yes”, he leads you down the stairs and through the library. 

“Why would you pick out that day?”

“To do it differently.”

“I see.”

You enter the entrance hall and instead of taking the right path to the keys room, Yoongi leads you down the left path. 

You eye the room. It was hidden behind a wall of dark, ominous looking fog. You know what that meant. This would be where his actual memory starts. 

The door to Jimin’s wing opens easily. 

“The greenhouse”, you gasp in realisation of where he is taking you, drawing closer to Yoongi, “I miss it so much. Can you really show it to me?”

“Yes, you can see it again.”

“But why is everything so detailed? The last time I was in your memory everything was so blurry.”

“Because I remember it well. The other thing happened hundreds of years ago, I forgot the details.”

“It makes sense”, you say, looking around the perfect replica of Jimin’s wing, “this is remarkable. Gosh, I want to be able to do that.”

“It can be dangerous, you know?”

“Why?”

“Wanting to live in nothing but your memories is possible but you lose yourself in the real world when you stay too long.” 

“I see…it makes sense. After all your body is still out there.”

“Mhm.”

“Do those vampires rot away without noticing?”

“Yes, most of the time.”

“I see”, you sigh, “that’s sad.”

“Yes.”

“But maybe also beautiful?” 

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way. 

“Maybe they found their peace in their memories and now they can relive their favourite moments eternally. It must be nice to find refuge from eternity that way.”

“Maybe”, he says and squeezes your hand, “I’d rather live.”

The golden doors to the greenhouse are grey in his memory, opening slowly and with a squeak. 

“I fixed that squeak in the real world. It’s so weird hearing it again.”

“You did?”

“Yes, I can show you once we’re home again.”

“Yes, show me”, Yoongi says. 

You and him stop. Your fingers tighten around his hand. You are finally in the greenhouse.

“Wow”, you gasp, feeling your eyes fill with tears, “this is my greenhouse”, you whisper, slipping out of his fingers for excitement has taken over and you have to run down the tunnel of wisteria sinensis whilst laughing happily. 

Yoongi follows you with a smile, watching you with sparkling eyes. 

“Look at the moonflower! Oh, look at the raspberries! Oh god, my tree! Yoongi, the roses were still so small back then!” your voice is everywhere at the same time as you run around your greenhouse and look at everything. 

Yoongi decides to wait by the little table for now, knowing very well that you won’t have eyes for anything else except your plants. He waits gladly, finding it rather healing to do. 

“Woooah”, he hears you from somewhere, “the bleeding hearts”, you squeak out and Yoongi has to smile, “tiny, little babies. So small. Oh my god, they were literal dwarves back then!”

He can hear steps, they come from his right, which means that you just finished your lap around the entire greenhouse. 

He watches you run to him. There was a little flower in your fingers and a big smile on your face.

“Yoongi!” you exclaim, “everything’s still so small and tiny!”

You come to a stop in a stumble, touching his chest as you beam at him. He catches you, holding you safely by your elbows.

“Yoongi”, you are bouncing on the spot, “this is my greenhouse. We’re in my greenhouse.”

“I know. Do you like it?”

“I love it! I love it so much”, you fall around his neck, “you are the most amazing person ever. Thank you so much.”

Yoongi realises then that your heart was racing unbearably. And while he can’t smell how happy you were, he knows that you were. And it makes him happy too because you are hugging him and you are smiling and that is all that matters.

You step back and lift your hand. 

“Stay still.”

Yoongi does so rather stiffly, watching you with his breath held.

You put the little flower in his hair. 

“Wow, so pretty”, you giggle and clap excitedly, “Yoongi my love, you look so pretty!”

He has to lower his eyes, shimmying from one foot to the other. 

“You’re like my flower prince now”, you say and gasp so loudly that Yoongi thinks something might have happened. 

He looks at you with worry, realising that you are still smiling.

“Do you want to make flower crowns for each other?” you ask with sparkling eyes. 

“Of course”, Yoongi agrees instantly because he loves the idea. It’s silly, but he is silly when he is with you, so it’s only fitting that he does silly things with you. 

And so you and him spend your many minutes gathering the most beautiful flowers in the greenhouse. You tell him little facts about them and Yoongi listens intently. At some point he even managed to say a fact before you could, glowing in pride because it was something you didn’t know and you called him oh so knowledgeable. He felt happy that he read all those plant books in secrecy at that moment. 

You sit by the moonflower as you make your crowns, listening to the calm fountain and facing each other with just too little distance between you and him. 

Your flower crown looks magnificent while his’ looks just way too messy for his taste.

“I don’t know”, he says and drops his cornflower, “I think I messed up.” 

“No, it’s good. You have to make sure that the stem is wrapped around the others and it should hold”, you tell him.

“Like this?” Yoongi asks and messes up. The flower drops with a hanging head. Yoongi sags his shoulders, “I can’t do this. My fingers are too big.”

“That’s not true”, you giggle, “you’re just pressuring yourself. Wait, let me show you.” 

You place your hands over his and Yoongi feels lost instantly, gazing at you with jittery hands.

“Go like this while you hold it with that hand”, you explain, guiding his movements, “now put it under there and it should hold. There, like this.”

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. 

“Did you just stare at me?”

He nods his head wordlessly, parting his lips. His eyes are sparkling so much. 

“You did”, you whisper and smile shyly. Your eyes flit down, “I finished your crown. Do you want to try it on?”

“Yes.”

You lift it. Yoongi tilts his head closer to you, making it easier for you to put it on. He closes his eyes. He has no idea why he did, but it happened naturally.

“There we go, it’s on.”

Yoongi lifts his head, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Wow”, you gasp, “Yoongi wow. Now you’re my actual flower prince! It fits you so well!” you exclaim and giggle, cupping his cheeks. 

You squish them softly. 

“You are so handsome. Wow.”

Yoongi feels his cheeks literally go up in flames.

“It just sucks that I can’t see you in colour”, you say and pout. 

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I love this so much.”

You touch his hands, caressing his knuckles softly.

“Can I see your flower crown too?”

“It’s not good”, he says, lifting it shyly. 

“No, it’s so pretty. Oh I love how you made it look fluffy.”

He lowers his eyes, feeling his cheeks burn up. 

“Can I wear it please?”

“Yes, c-close your eyes”, he stutters because he feels so much right now. 

You do so, smiling and tilting your head to make it easier for him. 

“Keep your eyes closed until I tell you.”

“Okay, okay. What are you doing?”

“Something”, he says and somehow he sounds a little strained. 

Silence for just a moment. Then Yoongi lets out a deep breath. 

“Open your eyes.”

You peel them open, feeling them tear up instantly. 

“Colour.”

Greens, dozens and dozens of them, colour from red to pink to blue and yellow. All of it. All the colour has returned. 

“Yoongi, what did you do?” 

“Nothing much, I just altered it.” 

“That’s possible?”

“When I’m concentrating hard enough", he says and nods his head. 

“Yoongi…” you whisper, intertwining your fingers with his’.

Yoongi lowers his head, “it’s nothing”, he whispers while in reality he hopes that you can see that he is currently giving you his entire world.

You realise then that his sweater, which you believed to be white is actually a bright yellow. The flowers in his crown are a scatter of every colour and while it should have looked messy, it didn’t.

“Yoongi, oh god”, you tear up again, “look at you. You look so, so pretty in colour.”

“You too”, he says and smiles, “the crown looks pretty on you.”

“You think so?”

He nods his head, lowering his gaze shyly. 

“Like my flower princess”, he whispers, burning up in embarrassment afterwards. 

You giggle, swinging his hands from side to side. 

“You’re so cute”, you say, “we’re royalty then and the greenhouse is our palace.”

He nods his head in understanding and feels his heart flutter.

This time around he truly felt it flutter. Here in this memory where his reality can be altered, his heart flutters. And Yoongi feels alive. Right this moment as you squeeze his hands and gaze at him with sparkling eyes, he feels alive.

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, sitting yourself down on his lap to hug him tightly, “thank you. Thank you so much.”

Yoongi rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist.

“It’s nothing.”

“No”, you shake your head, “it’s everything. I miss home so much. I want to do things like this with you and not wander from one city to the other.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not how you imagined all of this to go.”

“Why are you apologising? It’s not your fault.”

Yoongi lifts his head.

“I don’t know”, he breathes.

You caress his chin then his cheek, giving him a fond smile.

“You’re so handsome, Yoongi.”

“Stop.”

“No.”

He lowers his eyes and feels his heart flutter again. Oh, it’s fluttering so much.

“Let’s go somewhere else”, he says, gazing up at you.

“Where to?”

“I’ll show you”, he says, standing up with you. He sets you down and holds your hand, “follow me.”

You and him hurry down the tunnel of wisteria sinensis until you reach the golden door. Yoongi opens it for you and steps through. You follow.

Snow. The night. Cold on your skin.

“Huh?” you gasp, looking around.

This isn’t Jimin’s wing, but the parking space in front of the gas station. You turn to Yoongi, who is wrapped in the clothes he wore that night you and he bought snacks together. You look down your own body, realising that you are wearing your clothes of that night as well.

“This is another memory, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

You look at the gas station again. There are people inside. They are frozen on their spot, looking as if someone pressed the pause button on them. The entrance of the gas station was covered behind a thick wall of dark fog. So that is where you would have to step to start the actual memory. Once you would step through that fog, the people would start moving and your memories would play themselves out like a movie.

But not right now. Right now you are mere visitors in Yoongi’s impressive collection of little movie sets.

“Why are we here?”

“Because I like this memory.”

You look at Yoongi.

“You do?”

He nods his head.

“I like…I like how you…uhm, how you smile when it snows”, he confesses shyly, scratching the side of his neck as he speaks.

“You do?”

He nods his head. Snow begins falling then. You don’t know if this is the natural occurrence of that movie set or if Yoongi is responsible for it, but it doesn’t matter. It still makes you smile that one smile he is talking about.

“That one”, he whispers, making it grow.

“Oh, Yoongi”, you say, cupping his cold cheeks, “you are so incredibly sweet. And awesome”, you say, turning around to look at the scenery, “everything is so detailed and the cold feels so real. It’s so remarkable”, you tell him, looking at him, “how big is this world?" 

“As big as I can remember it to be.”

“That’s poetic. It’s as big as you remember it to be”, you lift your head, blinking at the snow, “imagine just how big memories must be for children then”, you say and smile, stretching your hands out to catch some snowflakes. 

You catch one and gasp. It glimmers on your fingertip before it melts. So you reach for them again. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asks. 

“Catching snowflakes.”

He finds it peculiar that you do, but not in a judgemental way. Almost in a way of honest admiration. Catching snowflakes sounds like such a childish activity to him, but you don’t seem to see it that way. It was something you wanted to do in this moment because it made you happy. He admires that about you. That you do whatever makes you happy even if there was a possibility that people could perceive it as childish. He wants to be like that too, but it is so hard for him most of the times.

He closes the distance between you and him, finding his place right next to you. He extends his arm and opens his palm. Maybe he just has to try it.

You sneak a glance at him. He feels it and turns his head. As if embarrassed, he lowers his arm again, hiding it behind his back. 

“Did you ever catch snowflakes before?” you ask him.

Yoongi shakes his head, “it’s a waste of time.”

“I don’t think so”, you say and lift your arm again. 

You look so happy that Yoongi wants to try again just so he could be just as happy. He stretches his arm as far as possible, staring into the endless darkness while the smallest of cold speckles tickle his palm. They hit his face as well and sometimes his eyes. Yoongi blinks each time that happens.

“I would have done this with you”, you tell him, “if you never left back then, I would have dragged you outside one day and then caught snowflakes with you.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you.

“And you think I’d have come with you?”

“I’d have gotten you out of your wing somehow.” 

“Probably”, he says and lowers his hand to inspect it. The tiniest puddles of melted snow have formed on his palm. Yoongi closes his fingers, wiping their traces that way. 

“I also would have loved to go ice skating with you.”

“Good thing I left then.”

“Yoongi, come on”, you say and click your tongue, “it would have been fun.” 

“I guess. It would have been cold too.”

“Obviously, the winter tends to be cold”, you tease and chuckle. 

“I know. You should stay inside and keep warm.” 

“Right and when it’s summer and warm you stay inside because?”

“It’s far cooler inside and the sun isn’t blinding.”

“Ah, of course. Obviously”, you say, stifling a laugh, “god Yoongi, you’re such a grumps.”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably. He did it again. He was being boring. His stomach twists in fear. He doesn’t want to be boring. He has to fix it. 

He squats down and gathers some snow into a little ball.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him with curious eyes. 

Yoongi gets to his feet, stares at you and aims. The snowball just kind of plops against your arm before peeling off and falling down. 

“Did you just throw snow at me?” you ask. 

Yoongi widens his eyes and nods his head hesitantly. His heart is hammering in his chest. Did he mess up? Is this not how having fun works? Why are you staring? 

“This was so random”, you say and laugh. 

He panics. So you didn’t like it. Oh no, now you’ll think that he is weird. 

You squat down and gather some snow. Yoongi watches you with big eyes. 

Then you get up and throw it right against his chest. The impact is gentle and dull. 

A smile tugs at your lips then you giggle. He feels tingly all over. So you did like it. 

Yoongi squats down again.

“Ah dear”, you gasp and then turn to run. 

“Wait you-”, Yoongi stops when he sees that just twenty feet from him you are gathering some snow of your own. His heart flutters. So this was a good idea. Yoongi is fun right now. 

He doesn’t get to celebrate with a smile because a snowball colliding with his shoulder stops him from it. 

You giggle in the distance, readying yourself to aim. 

Yoongi stands up, watching you tense up and then zoom away from him while giggles are leaving you. 

Yoongi sets out to chase you and then the most fun he has had in millennia begins. 

There are faint traces of snowball fights in his childhood somewhere on his memory map. But Yoongi can barely remember them. Hell, if he wasn’t running around the snow covered parking lot with you right now, he would have probably never even remembered them. 

I had snowball fights in my childhood. I had an older brother once. I had them with him.

He remembers those two specks in this moment and somehow it feels that because of it, even more snow begins to fall from the skies. 

Somewhere along the path of being less boring, Yoongi forgets all about his initial plans. And as this happens, he starts to genuinely enjoy running around with you. He even enjoys getting snow catapulted at his body, letting out little whines of complaints or just slightly pitched yelps. 

You are squeaking yourself, running all over the place as Yoongi chases you with snowballs in his hands. 

The fight is soon decided when you accidentally land a shot right at his face. Yoongi stumbles and then falls to the ground dramatically.

“Medic! I’m blind! Medic!” he yells, covering his face behind his eyes. 

“Holy moly, are you okay?” you gasp, hurrying to him. 

You fall to your knees and touch his arms.

“I’m so sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes, you blinded me”, he whines. 

“No oh my god, Yoongi I’m so sorry. Let me see I, I can fix it.” 

Yoongi pulls his hands away, revealing his perfectly fine eyes to you. He smirks boyishly.

“Huh?” 

He moves, scooping up a little bit of snow just to throw it against your face carefully.

“Ah”, you cough then laugh, “Yoongi, I had my mouth open.”

Yoongi laughs. His chest feels like bursting in happiness right now. He feels so happy. Like a little child. When has he ever been silly enough to act out dramatic scenes and why is it so addicting to do when it’s with you? 

You rub your hands over your face, then look at him. Your hands reach for him and so it happens that you and him draw closer, almost toppling over in laughter. 

“You really got me there, I thought that I’d actually blinded you”, you say, picking a few pieces of snow out of his hair. You clean his scarf and coat next.

“I know right? I got you so good, you should have seen your face.”

Yoongi can’t stop grinning. He does it when you clean him and he does it when he cleans you and even after that he continues doing it.

You have never expected to see Yoongi act so…carefree. Just as you hadn’t expected him to run around and squeal like a little boy. Or even be the one to initiate the battle. 

You wonder what exactly made him want to start a snowball fight. In the end you come to the conclusion that he did so because he wanted to let out his sillier side with you.

You are so happy that he did. Happiness fits him so well. 

Yoongi helps you stands up, stumbling back when you attack him with a strong hug and a big smooch to his cheek.

“You are the best, Yoongi Boongie”, you say, smooching his other cheek as well.

Yoongi accepts it with a racing heartbeat and the overwhelming urge to hold you.

“I’m serious, you are the best.”

He says nothing. He just closes his eyes and leans in until you understand and claim his lips in a kiss. He can feel that you are smiling and he feels like smiling too. So he does, he smiles into the kiss and shivers when you caress the back of his neck with your tender fingers.

You pull back, keeping close enough that Yoongi can caress your nose with his own. He begins moving then, taking small steps until you realise what he was doing and you follow him with a smile.

“We’re dancing”, you breathe.

“Mhm, do you want to?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Mhm”, he hums and closes his eyes, resting his cheek against yours.

You feel your own eyes close as utter tranquillity threatens to overcome you. It feels so perfect to dance with Yoongi in the snowfall. You understand now why so many vampires lose themselves in their memories. You are here with him again under the bright lights of the gas station while snow is getting caught in your coats and there is no spy wanting you harm or no lingering threat of Namjoon wanting you dead. There is no time pressure to return to safety as quickly as possible. No. This right here is endless. A moment, which will always stay as calm and as perfect as it is right now for as long as you don’t step through the fog. And in this moment you can do all those things you had no time to do when it was your reality. Now you can kiss him, hold him, have silly snowball fights or dance with him and look at him for as long as you want to because you know that this right here is endless.

“Thank you so much, Yoongi”, you whisper.

“For what?”

“For all of this. I can barely even remember what I dreamed of now that I’m here.”

“Good”, he says, “I hope you can forget.”

“Me too. It was awful.”

Yoongi closes his arm around you tighter and kisses your cheek soothingly. 

“Yoongi, I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“Don’t, you didn’t.”

“But I did”, you turn your head, locking eyes with him, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologise.”

“You probably want an explanation, don’t you?”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“I just”, you still begin, “I can’t stand the thought that you could judge me.”

Yoongi furrows his brows in confusion.

“I killed a person and, and I can stand anyone judging me for it, but not you. If, if I knew that you would think differently of me now that I did something that awful, it would rip me apart.”

“Why would you think that I would judge you for it?”

“I don’t know. I was just so scared that you could, so I never tried to prove myself wrong.”

“But…”, Yoongi blinks rapidly, “…did I make you feel that way?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did I make you feel as, as if you needed to be ashamed in front of me?”

“Huh? Why would you think that way?”

“Because you said that this is why you avoided me. Did I really give you such a feeling?”

“No of course not. You didn’t, you…” you fall silent as you realise something, “holy fuck Yoongi, I just realised something. Taehyung was right. I created a picture of you in my head.”

You lift your head, looking into his eyes.

“I created something which isn’t even true and, and then believed it. Yoongi, I’m so sorry.”

“No, I uhm”, Yoongi feels lost for words. He tries to talk about his feelings for you. He may not do it with anyone else he meets, but with you, just with you, he tries to always be honest. But right now he can’t think of anything, because the entire situation confuses him so much.

You avoided him because you believed the voices in your head more than your reality. And Yoongi realises that he has been doing the same exact thing to you.

“Let’s go somewhere else”, he says.

“Huh? Wait- oh.”

You stumble into him, blinking at him in confusion now that he changed locations oh so abruptly.

“Oh god, now I’m dizzy”, you groan.

“Sorry, I just. I needed to be somewhere else.”

You look around. You are in the sitting room. The fireplace is crackling and outside a snow storm is raging. This is the night you helped him turn his emotions on. He is wearing the same clothes too. Black satin pants and a white button up.

He picks you up and lies you down on the sofa. He falls on top of you, knocking the air out of you. His urgency to cuddle surprises you not one bit as he often asks for them rather roughly, but somehow this time they give you a sense of unease. As if there was more behind them.

“___, I avoided you too”, he gives you the reason with that confession. It was muffled by your neck, but you heard it nonetheless.

“You did?” you gasp.

He nods his head.

“I’m sorry, I was pulling away.”

“What? Why?”

“I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Of being boring.”

“Boring?”

He nods his head, hugging you tighter.

“You are so full of life and, and everything excites you and you want to do so many things and I feel that sometimes I disappoint you when I don’t want to do them.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And then someone else agrees to do them with you and I’m happy for you because you get to experience something that makes you happy with someone you care about. But then I can’t help but…”

He inhales deeply.

“…feel so angry at myself, because I’m such a fucking boring grumps who can’t even get over himself and dance with you or go to stupid fun fairs with you or play a game with you.”

“Oh Yoongi.”

He sits up, burying his fingers in his own hair as he folds in on himself.

“I’m so angry at myself. So fucking angry. You deserve someone who is just as full of life and happiness and excitement as you, but then you get me. Who is angry and bad mooded and cold and boring.”

“Please don’t feel that way.”

“And then I get scared because I know that the day will come when you realise that you have way more fun with Taehyung or Jungkook or someone else. And then you won’t need me anymore. And I couldn’t even blame you because I know that I could never be as fun or carefree or spontaneous as other people and you have every right to grow bored of me.”

“I won’t grow bored of you”, you tell him, but Yoongi can barely even hear you.

“And I’m trying. I’m always telling myself now you gotta be more carefree Min Yoongi”, he mocks his own voice, “the next time she wants to do something you gotta say yes and show her that you’re fun too but then when it happens, I end up saying no again and disappointing myself so much. Why is it so hard for me to be fun and exciting?”

“Please stop talking like that about yourself.”

“And I’m so scared”, he confesses, “I’m so scared that one day you will see me the way I see myself”, he presses out and sobs quietly, squeezing his eyes together, “I hate myself so much, what if, if you feel the same way one day? That’s my biggest fear. That one day you will see me the way I see myself.”

“Stop please.”

Yoongi turns his head upon hearing the utter pain in your voice. Your eyes are glassy in unshed tears as you look at him.

“Please don’t talk like this about yourself. You are so fun and exciting in my eyes”, you say in a shaky voice, “yes, you won’t go to stuffy nightclubs with me or do a stupid dance battle in the middle of the dance floor, but I don’t care about that.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t take it badly when you don’t want to do something. I, I just always ask you because I don’t want you to feel as if I wouldn’t want to do those things with you. I know you don’t like crowds and people, so I don’t expect you to say yes.”

You scoot closer, touching his knee gently.

“But that doesn’t mean that I think that you are boring, because you aren’t. You are so exciting to be with and I’m so, so, so happy when I’m with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I like going out sometimes, but at the end of the day I would rather take hours of sitting somewhere quiet with you and doing nothing more than hold hands and talk over all of those nights.”

“Are you serious?”

“So serious. Yoongi my love, you are the most exciting person in my life, because you make my entire body tingle and, and my heart flutter and you make sitting and holding hands the most fun thing I could ever experience. And I think in my opinion this makes you the most exciting person ever.”

“But I don’t have anything to offer.”

“You have everything to offer!” you take his face between your hands, shaking him softly, “please stop talking like this. Please Yoongi, I’m begging you. It hurts me so much whenever you talk bad about yourself.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me feel as if I failed you as your girlfriend”, you sniffle sadly, “I work so hard to help you with loving yourself and whenever you talk yourself down, I feel like I wasn’t successful and then I feel sad.”

“But you shouldn’t.”

“Well, I do. And, and the thought that, that you even think that I could ever hate you breaks me”, you say and sob softly.

“Princess…please don’t cry”, he whispers, eyes widening in panic.

“I could never hate you, Min Yoongi”, you say with trembling lips, “please stop thinking like that, please.”

Yoongi lowers his head in shame. He realised quite a bit right now. That whenever he is hurting himself by being mean to himself, he also hurts the most important person in his life. His hurtful words hurt you just as much and that realisation makes Yoongi want to never talk bad about himself ever again.

“I’m sorry”, he says, drying your tears, “I won’t do it again. I don’t want you to feel as if you have failed me.”

“Good and I hope you stop feeling as if you have failed me”, you say, drying his tears.

“I’ll try”, he says and intertwines his fingers with you.

You draw closer, resting your head on his shoulder after kissing his cheek.

“I’m sorry too for thinking that you would judge me. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, I understand why you would think that way.”

“Really?”

He nods his head.

“I, I just f-feel so awful b-because she w-was your friend”, you get out and then you have to sob.

“Hey, my love, hey”, Yoongi cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away quickly, “don’t cry, it’s okay, my love. She wasn’t my friend.”

“I’m so s-sorry Yoongi.”

“It’s okay love, it’s okay”, he assures you and kisses your eyelids as gently as possible. Somehow it manages to stop your tears, body shuddering in your shaky exhale, “she wasn’t my friend. I had no idea who she was before we met her together.”

“Really?” you ask quietly, looking into his loving eyes, “so y-you aren’t mad at me for killing her?”

“Of course not, oh my sweetest princess”, he says, brushing his thumbs over your temples, “you could have killed Meredith in the cruellest of ways if that meant you could have been safe and I wouldn’t have been angry at you”, he says.

He wipes the new droplets of tears from your cheeks and kisses the tip of your nose.

“Being responsible for someone’s death is awful no matter how terrible that person was and I understand that you feel disgusted at yourself. But you shouldn’t worry that I’m disgusted. Or angry or whatever you think I might be.”

He takes your chin between two of his fingers most tenderly, gazing at you with all the love he has to offer.

“It just hurts me that you have to live with such a memory”, he whispers, caressing your chin with his thumb, “you were not supposed to experience something like this. Not you, my princess. Not you”, he says, placing his hand on the back of your head so he can make you rest your forehead against his.

You reach for him, having to hold onto his shoulders for support.

“I’m proud of you”, he whispers, “you did something incredibly brave when you went against Suzy. I know that it must have been scary to do, so I’m proud of you that you did.”

He wipes your tears away gently.

“But I’m also sorry”, he confesses, “I’m sorry for my misjudgement. If I hadn’t trusted her so blindly, you never would have had to kill her. I’m so angry at myself for trusting her solely because Meredith did. And I’m sorry that you had to experience this.”

“Please don’t apologize. I don’t blame you. Anyone would have believed her. I did so too. As did the others. She had all of us fooled.”

“I guess. I’m just…angry because I never misjudge people.”

“That’s not true. You thought that I’m a spoiled brat and now look at you having a silly crush on me.”

He laughs.

“Oh my god, ___”, he says, looking at you with widened eyes.

“I have a silly crush on you too”, you say and giggle, “we’re both silly.”

“Yeah we are”, he says and giggles. He allows himself to giggle because it’s just you and him right now.

“Ah fuck, Yoongi”, you laugh breathily, “I can’t believe we needed our own little romance movie set to finally open our mouths and talk it out. I was so scared to talk to you.”

“I’m glad we finally talked. I…” he lowers his eyes shyly, “…missed you like crazy.”

“Me too, I missed you so much.”

You nudge him softly, making him lift his head and gaze at your lips.

“Can I give you a kiss?” he asks.

“Yes”, you say, closing your eyes in preparation.

Yoongi does so too, leaning in blindly because he knows that he can find you even in blindness. He will always find you. Always.

It happens naturally that you claim your right on his lap. You claim it loudly and proudly and Yoongi pulls you closer to let you know that you will never ever lose that right.

He shivers when you threat your fingers through his hair and realises that with that shiver his heart was racing unbearably.

“Princess”, he breaks the kiss.

“What?”

He takes your hand and places it over his heart.

“What?” you breathe, sniffling quietly while your lips turn into a pout, “Yoongi…” you meet his eyes, “I can feel your heartbeat.”

He nods his head and smiles, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t understand.”

“I can alter everything in here.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you spill tears.

“Don’t cry.”

“You know me, I’m so emotional. Gosh, I can’t stop crying. Oh my god, Yoongi you have a heartbeat. Oh and it’s racing so much. Yoongi, I love you”, you say, surprising him with a deep kiss.

He huffs out air in surprise, but closes his eyes quickly, wrapping his arms around you. You keep your hand on his chest, feeling how his heart is racing oh so quickly. So that is how he feels when you kiss. That is just how quickly his heart would beat if he had a pulse.

“What does that mean?” you ask him, “are you human?”

“In a way.”

“Oh Yoongi, I’m so”, you whimper and kiss him.

You never want to stop kissing him again. Never ever again. You are home again. The fireplace is keeping you warm while outside it snows. And Yoongi has a pulse which is racing under your fingertips. You never ever want to leave this place again.

“Yoongi”, you whisper, pushing him down on the sofa. 

Yoongi falls messily, his head misses the armrest by just an inch, now resting on the warmed up fabric while his dark hair sprawls over the pillow. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, tingling as you run your hands over his chest almost obsessively, “princess…what are you doing?” 

“I just...” you trail off, resting your cheek against his chest. Your ear is pressed against his chest, “oh god, I can hear it. It, it sounds beautiful.”

With a shaky intake of breath you turn your head, kissing his chest oh so tenderly. “I love you, Yoongi. I love you so much”, you whisper shakily.

It makes Yoongi tingle and for his heart to speed up.

“Oh, my love”, you sigh, tugging him back by his shirt. 

Yoongi just manages to close his eyes and you are already kissing him, stealing his breath and in the process his sanity. He didn’t think that his pulse affects you that much. Truly, it affects him as well. It has been too many millennia since he last felt oh so alive. But that it affects you so deeply, Yoongi hadn’t expected it. It moves him. You are so happy for him. It feels so special that you are.

“I love you”, you say in a laughed sob, ruffling his hair by just how deeply you want to bury your fingers in it.

There he is. Yoongi. His truth. His open and vulnerable truth. Here he is with his bleeding heart on the table and his soul bared. And in this moment he realises just how easy it is to show his truest truth to you.

“I love you too”, he whispers, “I love you so much that speaking about it is hard. I think if I loved you less it would be easier, but I can’t”, he cups your face, “I can’t love you less. Just more. More and more each passing day.”

“Oh Yoongi.”

“I love you, ___”, he whispers, falling into a kiss at the same time.

Now you are the one whose back hits the sofa. Yoongi rests himself on top of you, cupping your cheek with his safe, oh so tender hands. The most logical position for your arms would be around his neck, but you just can’t seem to want to break away from his chest, touching him with eager desperation.  

It is Yoongi who breaks the kiss anew, having to get air back in his lungs.

Your breaths mingle. His eyes race between yours just as yours do between his’.

“I’d lose my immortality for you”, he whispers.

“Yoongi…”

He smiles, leaning in to rub the tip of his nose against yours. His thumb dances over your cheekbone, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

“No hesitation, none”, he breathes and claims your trembling lips in a kiss.

Maybe that is why he chose to have a heartbeat in his memories. Because he wants to experience how it is to be mortal with you. Even if it is nothing but pretend and even if his real body was still cursed by unbreakable immortality, in here where the air is warm and you are finally home again, Yoongi can pretend to share mortality with you.

And this fact makes him kiss you even deeper. Because right now he knows that moments as precious as this one are numbered by the days his heart decides to keep beating for.

“You shouldn’t say that”, you break the kiss, caressing his lips with your thumb, “don’t give up your powers for me.”

“I don’t want them. I never did. Just one life with you. That’s all I want.”

“I know just…I’d give up my mortality for you, Yoongi. So you need to stay eternal with me.”

“Don’t give it up.”

“Why not?”

“Just…“ he exhales shakily, “being alive is the most precious thing you can be.”

You smile, “no, Yoongi”, you cup his face, “the most precious thing I can be is to be by your side.”

Yoongi feels tears well up in his eyes and his lower lip tremble.

“Forever”, you add in a whisper.

“My love”, he croaks, holding back sobs.

“Don’t cry my beloved”, you soothe him, which only makes him want to cry harder.

He feels so guilty for ever thinking about using the blade on himself. Taehyung was right, you were planning on staying alive and he should do the same. He should plan his happiness with you instead of thinking about dying. He can die another day, right now he has a life to live.

“I’m happy”, he presses out and buries his face in your neck. He sobs softly, shoulders shaking.

“I’m happy too, Yoongi”, you answer him, cradling him tightly.

“I want to live”, he confesses and laughs all while he is sobbing.

You don’t quite understand what he is talking about, but it makes you smile nonetheless. You thread your fingers through his hair and ruffle it softly.

“I want to live so fucking bad”, he presses out, convulsing in a sob before he hugs you so tightly, you wonder if he wants to merge with you.

“Well, I’m glad you do, because I won’t let you die for a long time. Hear me? We still got so much stuff to do and so many places to go.”

“Yes, I’ll take you there. I’ll do it. All of it. I’ll do it”, Yoongi babbles, nodding his head vigorously.

“And a billion more cuddles to do, hear me?”

“Yes, I do”, he says and sobs so miserably you feel worried.

“Gosh Yoongi, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” you ask him, rubbing his shaking back.

He dismisses you with a shake of his head. He can’t tell you what was wrong, because he has no idea why he is actually crying. Relief over having you back. Happiness over being with you. Guilt for even considering ending his life. Grief over his lost chance at mortality. Or maybe he feels all of it at the same time. Perhaps however he simply realised that he loves you more than mortality and that he would do anything to keep you with him. And that realisation feels like medicine to his broken heart.

And so it happens that after that cry, he stays close to you. His head rests on the pillow, his chest is atop of yours and like this, you can feel each other’s heartbeats. Yoongi feels at peace like this.

“Can you tell me why you cried like this?” you ask him softly, playing with his hair.

“I love you”, he whispers.

“That is why you cried?”

He nods his head.

“Oh, my love you are so sweet.”

“I feel so tired now.”

“No wonder, you cried a lot.”

The ground shakes under you.

“What was that?” you gasp, holding him closer.

Yoongi takes a look to the side. You turn. The windows are disappearing right before your eyes.

“What is happening?” 

“You’re falling asleep.”

“No”, you draw closer, “Yoongi, I don’t want to leave yet. I have so much to talk to you about.”

“It’s okay. We’ll see each other again.”

“But I’m not ready. I don’t want to leave home. Yoongi, please make me wake up again.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

The colour disappears from the world.

“Yoongi”, you touch his chest, clutching him oh so tightly.

“Don’t fight it”, he whispers, “we’re just changing locations.” 

“I don’t want to leave you. P-please don’t make us leave”, you beg, pressing your hand to his chest desperately. You have to feel it. Feel all of it. His heartbeat. You don’t want to lose it yet.  

“You won’t. We’ll slip away from here and meet each other in our dreams again.”

“No, Yoongi but your pulse”, you feel oh so close to tears.

“It’s okay. I don’t need a pulse to feel alive. I have you.”

The fire stops crackling and you realise that the void of nothingness is inching closer and closer.

“Yoongi.”

“It’s okay. We’ll meet again in our dreams. Don’t be afraid.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

“It’s okay, just close your eyes and you won’t feel a thing. We’ll meet again, I promise.”

“We can?”

“Yes, I will make sure that we can.”

“We’ll surely meet?”

“Yes, just close your eyes.” 

You do. You close your eyes. You tingle then. You tingle so incredibly much.

And then you fall asleep with Yoongi following you after making sure that your meeting place was set.

[madude21]

Over time

Suzanne loved being pregnant with her bosses baby. Not only was he a good lover but also a great boss. When she started at a tech company she never imagined she would have it so easy.

At first she was just a regular secatatary, taking calls, scheduling meetings, and all the boring paper work no one wanted to do. After awhile she was sick of it and went to her boss ,Jack, to ask for a more important position.

She never really thought anything of him until she saw how dirty he really was. One day, as she approached his corner office she saw that it was locked and started to head back to her desk. Bit before that she heard a muffled "AAAHHH" sound.

Fearing her boss was in trouble she unlocked the door to help him. When the door was opened she saw Jack rubbingone out to his computer."GET THE HELL OUT" he yelled.

She quickly shut the door and stated back to her desk. So many thoughts were going through her head as she tried to forget about what she saw. Not 5 minutes had passed before Jack called her back into his office.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Suzanne, I know it was wrong and I'll think twice before trying that again. But please can we keep this between us, my dad would kill me if he found out what I did at his company" he explained

"I think we should get you a new lock. I got into your office with just a paper clip" Suzanne said in a calm voice. "What, why are you thinking about the door Suzanne"

"You can call me Suzie, and I think you're dad is the least of your worries". He gulped "I'm done for ain't I?" He asked with fear in his voice. "Now ever since I started here you've treated me fair and I think we can reach a fair agreement"

Jack thought the worst as he started to worry about what Suzie was planning. "what did you have in mind?"he asked in a shaky voice. "I know there a new branch management position open, I would like to have it" Suzie said smirking. "Done, it's yours" Jack said hoping that it was all. "There is one other thing". Susie got up and walk towards Jack with malicious intent.

"I want you put a baby's in me" Susie demanded. "What did you say?" Jack wanted to make sure that this was real. "With all this work I've been doing I haven't been able to really live a social life and I want to become a mother before it's too late". Jack was astonished, he didn't really have a social life either because he grew up rich and was basically raised by tutors. "I... uh... don't know what to say". "Don't say anything, just sit there and look pretty" Suzie bent over and took her panties off and dropped on the floor infront of him. Jack's heart raced as he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "Are we really doing this, right here, right now?". Susie ignored his words and started to unbuckle his pants. Jack was in shock, he knew that this was wrong but he was afraid of what she might do if he stopped her.

"just relax and try to be quiet this time" she put her leg over his chair, as her wet pussy hovered over his cock, she guided his dick inside her. "mmnng" she moned softly as to not draw any attention. Jack was enjoying himself until "hnnng" he didn't last long. Susie felt his worm cum inside her "that's ok boss, I got what I wanted". She got off him, turned around and bent over to pick he panties up.

"I'm not done yet" jack grabbed her wrist, his cock was still hard and his confidence had grown. "I don't mind making sure I'm pregnant" she leaned on his desk and presented her cum filled pussy. "I'm gonna enjoy this" he whispered in her ear as he started ramming his hips against her ass. His dick reaching deep inside her. They didn't care how loud they were, they fucked each other all morning that day.

That was 9 months ago and now Suzie sat in her own office with her beautifully round belly. Jack had her office custom made so that their coworkers were deaf to the sounds of their "one on one meetings". Jack entered her office and locked the door "thought we could have some fun before the meeting. How's my son doing". "he has been causing some trouble in there, I think he wants his daddy". Suzie bent over on here chair, awaiting Jack's dick. "You shouldn't even be working being a week overdue, but I can't deny that ass" Jack began fucking her. Wrapping his hands around her plump baby bump and feeling and his son kicking much more than usual "he's really fussy today huh?". Jack turned Suzie so that he could get a better grip of her belly "not so rough today" Suzie begged."I'll try" Jack responded as he pulled her belly aggenst his hips.

They made love for 20 minutes before the pains began. "Aaagh" " are you alright?" "Yes it's nothing, just don't stop". Jack continued, he couldn't resist her jucy pussy as it was extra wet today. " oh god, unnnggg" Suzie's water broke and soked her carpet floor. "Was that the baby" jack asked, worried. "No I just camed" she lied.

"Are you sure, that's a lot of juice" "yeah I've been drinking a lot of liquids" Susie didn't want to miss this meeting, she had to be present not because she needed to but she wanted to see Jack get his promotion. "I'll be fine I can last an hour before the baby comes" she thought. " you go get ready for the meeting, I'm going to clean up this mess and" she was interrupted by a painful contraction. "Are you ok" jack asked "just Braxton hics, nothing to worry about. You go I'll see you at the meeting" she said rushing him out the door. "Please, I want to see Jack inherent the company, just stay in there for a little while"

At the meeting, she was lucky to be seated at the far side, away from Jack. The CEO and Jack's dad, the owner and founder, sat at the other end of the table. As the meeting began the time between her contractions grew smaller. "It's only an hour, I can make it" she said as she felt her baby pushing against her cervix. The meaning was like any other boring corporate meeting. They started by sharing quarterly reports and future contracts. She couldn't focus on anything they were saying as she tried so hard to stay silent.

"Finally it was time for Jack to receive his promotion. Jack's father got up to address the room "now on to more exciting news, I think it's time to welcome our new CFO Jack" everyone in the room started clapping and as they did Suzie was able to let out a small whimper of pain as she felt like pushing. As the noise died down Jack started to speak "I am very honored to have this position and I would like to thank my branch manager, this could have happened without you Suzanne and I would like to thank you for all your hard work". She stood up trying very hard not to scream "thank you all for supporting me... I know times been tough but together we can-mnngg-get through it". She sat down quick, and as she did another contraction hit her.

When the meeting was overly quickly waddled to her office. She knew that she wasn't going to make it to the hospital and laid on the floor to push. A couple of minutes I'd pass and she could feel her baby halfway up the birth canal. Suddenly Jack swung the door opened " I knew it, why didn't you tell me?". "Just shut up and help me deliver this baby,I'm so close" she said pushing her baby. "No son of mine is being born in an office" Jack stuff cheese fingers inside Suzie and started to push their son back. "NNOOO, STOP" Suzie cried out in vain. "now I'm going to carry you and you're going to keep your legs shut until we get to the hospital, understood? " Suzie nodded.

The trip to the hospital was excruciating. Jack would constantly stick his fingers inside Suzie to make sure his baby stayed inside. Every time Suzie pushed he pushed back. But right as they got into the parking lot Suzie was able to push her babies head out. "PLEASE JUST LET ME FINNISH" "NO, YOU BETTER START WAIT TILL THE DELIVERY ROOM" Jack pulled her up. It was hard to walk when there was a baby in between her legs. Jack manage to find a wheelchair and sat her down. When they got to the lobby Jack yelled for the doctor's help but in vain because with one final push his son was born.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Just because I got this scene in my head now that I've added more ships to my multishipping pile:

Eddie Munson was now cleared of all charges. It helped that Vecna's victims weren't actually dead. Their dead bodies had been nothing more than illusions while Vecna pulled them to the other side. He had used their trauma to gain more power, and in turn, they turned it around to kill him from the inside out. It seemed like that would be the craziest thing that would have happened to Eddie, but no, the craziest thing in the world was him sitting in Steve Harrington's living room.

He was still mostly healing from the bat bites, but he was eager to move around, and he quickly accepted Steve’s offer to hang out. He couldn't decide which was crazier though, befriending Steve or Chrissy sitting next to him with her arm around him as she twirled a lock of his hair. Yeah, Eddie was dating Chrissy now. Her leg was thrown over Eddie's gently while Eddie ran his nails over her leg. She wanted him. HIM!

"You know, he looks at you like you're going to float away," Steve said dryly.

"Poor thing, he still can't comprehend that we're together now," Chrissy giggled. "He'll get there eventually."

"Doubt it," Steve smirked.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something to Steve when his front door opened and Nancy came barreling into the living room. She sat down next to Steve.

"Well, I turned in my article. I really hope this changes the views that the court of public opinion have on you," Nancy said.

"I doubt it," Eddie said with a snort. "Thanks for trying, Nancy. So, I've been bedridden for a while, catch me up. I heard Hopper rose from the grave. Seems like that's a thing that's catching on."

"Yeah, he and Joyce eloped," Steve said.

"Aw, and I missed it," Eddie whined.

"Well, it was only them and their kids," Nancy said.

"Aw, well, I feel better then," Eddie grinned. "Good for them."

"Dustin and Suzie broke up," Steve said.

"Aw, seriously? The shrimp wouldn't shut up about her, I figured that would have lasted forever," Eddie said.

"Well, her dad kind of insisted on it," Nancy said with a wince.

"Aw, hell, poor kid," he said. "Anything else? Did anyone else break up? Did anyone get pregnant? Gasp! Did someone turn out to be related to someone?"

"Jesus, Eddie, I didn't take you for a gossip," Steve said.

"He's been watching nothing but soap operas," Chrissy replied.

"Only because there's nothing else on," Eddie said quickly.

"And telenovellas," she said.

"How else am I supposed to keep up with my spanish?" Eddie said. "Okay, new topic. What's going on with you two?"

Nancy and Steve shared a look with each other.

"Jonathan's going to be by in a little bit. Are you going to be able to handle that?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?" Steve scoffed, giving her a weird look, and then she whispered in his ear. "Yeah, of course, I can keep myself together with him around."

"Oh, shit, what happened?" Eddie asked.

"Well, you know, Jonathan's been my boyfriend for a while," Nancy said. "And he wasn't exactly happy when I told him Steve told me he had feelings for me in the Upside Down."

"Oh, fuck, I think that's my fault. I told Steve to go for it. I swear, I didn't know you were still with Byers," Eddie said.

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed.

The front door opened and closed. Eddie's eyes widened. Nancy quickly got up and went into the hallway to talk to Jonathan. They couldn't hear what they were saying, but their whispers were quite heated. Nancy came back into the living room, looking nervous. Jonathan came in and looked at Steve in annoyance. Steve stood up and walked over to them, placing a hand on Nancy's shoulder while Jonathan did the same.

"Harrington," Jonathan muttered bitterly.

"Byers," Steve spat.

They moved closer together, staring each other down.

"Oh, no! Please, don't fight!" Chrissy squeaked, but she didn't get up, only watched.

Eddie had moved to the edge of his seat, his eyes wide.

"Please, it doesn't have to be this way," Nancy pleaded.

"I'm afraid it does," Steve said seriously.

Eddie was ready to stand up and intervene when they moved at the same time. Jonathan and Steve wrapped their arms around each other as they pulled each other into a hard kiss.

"What the fuck?!" Eddie exclaimed as Chrissy gasped. "This is a goddamn plot twist!"

Jonathan and Steve pulled away with a grin. Nancy was smiling as they wrapped an arm around her.

"Isn't this great?" Nancy grinned.

"We don't have a problem with it," Eddie said slowly. "Do you have a problem with it?"

"Of course not," Nancy laughed.

"You really fucking had us," Eddie said.

"Well, when you revealed to us that you liked soap operas, I couldn't resist," Nancy laughed.

"Oh, so all of that was just on the spot?" Eddie asked. "Jesus, you work fast."

"That's what they said," Nancy giggled as she stared at Steve and Jonathan. "That kiss wasn't a bit. We're all together so there is no problem."

"Oh my God, this was better than General Hospital," Eddie muttered into his hands.

"What Eddie means to say is that we're happy for you," Chrissy said.

"Oh, yeah, that too," Eddie said.

Nancy laughed as she started to tell them about the night the three of them got together. Correction, this was the craziest thing to happen to Eddie.

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GallaPost

@gallacrafts and @galladrabbles aligned perfectly this week.

For my @gallacrafts for Theme 27 was Smokey Shamey, and originally I wanted to make a smudge or smoke bomb, but I couldn't find the supplies, then I thought, smoked MEATS which led to a charcuterie board!

So we have some smoked gouda, smoked turkey, smoked ham, smoked provolone, and other charcuterie items.

And for this week's @galladrabbles the prompt was from our amazing mods; @energievie and @look-i-love-u based on a beautiful artwork from @suzy-queued for our second anniversary!

“When did you have time for this?” Ian asked looking at the charcuterie board that Mickey had made and brought to the roof with the blanket and other picnickery things.

Mickey smirked, “Tami and I were wine drunk scrolling tiktok, she ended up on sourdough starter-tok and I ended on charcuterie-tok.”

“Are these, roses?” Ian asked, looking at the smoked ham and turkey.

“Meat flowers yes.” Mickey grabbed a slice of smoked gouda and popped it in his mouth.

Ian snorted, “Think that’s what I’m gonna start calling your-”

“Shut the fuck up and watch the sunset with me asshole.”

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Trouble at Hellfire

maybe Reader and Arwen are going to see Eddie at Hellfire and you hear them (Eddie’s not in the room obviously because he would end them) talk about how annoying it is to have you constantly there (not Dustin though bc he’s an angel) & you’re already suffering with PostPartum Depression, so you go home and cry your eyes out, when Eddie gets home, you cry to him and he has a LONG chat with them and they all come over and apologize?

Warnings; angst to fluff, mentions of postpartum depression. Eddie being a sweetheart and an adorable girl dad.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated. 💞

Repost as the tags are being a complete dick right now 🙄💞

I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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Having a baby was a wonderful thing, it brought her and Eddie even closer, and Arwen brought so much joy into their lives.

What no one told you about having a baby though was postpartum depression.

It's something that yn never thought of but when she started to suffer from mood swings, increased crying spells, anxiety and a feeling of hopelessness that she would never be a good mother.

She confided her feelings to Eddie and he let her cry it all out and then they went to the doctor who suggested therapy to talk it through.

It did take a little while and sometimes she had that feeling of not being a good mother but she had Eddie and all of her family and friends around her to help.

Today she was going to see Eddie at Hellfire like she did every week. He loved having Arwen there to listen to him and now that she was a bit older was fascinated by everything Eddie did.

She was a daddy's girl through and through, though she did love her cuddles with mama too.

Eddie was just finishing up work and then joining Hellfire. He should be here very soon, though he might go home to change, etc.

Yn thought he looked sexy as hell when he would come home in his mechanic uniform, slight grease stains on his body, hair in a bun and she told him so.

( and showed him too ;)

As she slips into Hellfire she pauses as she hears Mike's voice.

"It's so annoying having a baby around" Mike moans.

"No one else's partner comes here, El doesn't or Max or Suzie so why does yn get special privilege?" Mike asks and Jeff frowns.

"Yeah, having a baby crying can be annoying but what can we do?". Jeff shrugs.

"I like yn a lot and Arwen is sweet but come on! It's Hellfire Club, not a babysitting club? How can we do mega campaigns with a baby crying and Eddie gets distracted sometimes" her heart sinks even more as Gareth says this and she sighs.

She's pissed off but at the same time what they are saying is right and she feels tears pool down her cheeks.

Dustin bless him, the sweet angel glares at Gareth, Jeff and Mike and huffs.

"Shut the fuck up, none of you has kids or wives so you don't get to say what yn should be doing of not. She's one of my best friends and Arwen is my goddaughter! Enough!"

She smiles hearing Dustin stick up for her, even Lucas is nodding along with what Dustin is saying and Will.

But the words still stick in her mind and she drives home.

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Eddie is glad to be home, he just wants his two princesses by his side, to enjoy Hellfire and then spend time with his girls.

The minute he walks through the door he hears quiet sobbing and panics that maybe yn is having symptoms of postpartum depression again and rushes through to comfort his love.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" He asks her thinking that if anyone has upset her then he will kick their ass.

He's always been protective of his princess but he's even more so now.

Eddie listens to what Yn says, she won't name names but he is pissed. He came home from a shit day at work to his Princess crying and then trying to say it was nothing.

He knew her better than that and once he had greeted Arwen who was sleeping like an angel.

"There's my sweet girl, daddy missed you and your mama so much sweetheart" he kisses Arwen on the cheek and then settles beside yn.

"Princess, what happened?" That's when it cams out what the others at Hellfire said, she wouldn't name names just that he was probably sick of her and Arwen being there like some of the boys were.

"No! I love having you there princess and Arwen, it's one of the highlights of my week having my two princesses at Hellfire" she smiles softly and snuggles into him.

"What are your other highlights?" she asks him and he kisses her forehead.

"Coming home to you and Arwen every day, waking up with you in my arms in the morning" she melts and kisses him.

"I love you, Eddie, you big softie" he grins and cuddles her closer.

"I love you too beautiful, ooh I forgot about one last highlight! Homemade waffles on Sundays with my girls" she giggles and nods, of course.

"I think I'll still stay in if that's okay Eds?" She tells him and he nods sadly.

He understands but it doesn't stop the anger he feels at the boys. He kisses yn on the head and she smiles.

"Are you sure princess?" She nods and cuddles up on the couch.

"Yeah, just wanna spend time with Arwen, and headache" he nods and strokes her cheek softly.

"It isn't because of what some of those buttheads said is it?" she shakes her head and he relaxes.

"No, just a headache". She reassures him and he kisses her again.

Oh, he was going to give these assholes hell.

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Eddie enters Hellfire and the minute the boys see his dark look they stopped talking.

"Where's yn?" Dustin asks disappointed and Eddie glares at them, not at Dustin though he knows it wouldn't be him that made yn upset.

"She's not coming. I found her at home crying and she wouldn't tell me who but some of you upset her with what you said, she heard it all before she came in".

He looks around and notices that Jeff, Gareth and Mike look uncomfortable and he scowls.

Bingo!

"We didn't mean it, it's just sometimes it's annoying that none of our partners can come along but yn can and Arwen!". Mike says and Eddie loses it.

"She's my wife! Arwen is my little girl. Hellfire is important to me of course but nothing is more important than my girls, Yn has been struggling for a little while on and off, she's better now but she likes to be close right now and I'm not going to deny her that because you have a problem Wheeler!"

Gareth bites his lip.

"We are sorry man, we know yn and Arwen are important to you".

"The most important. I love them both so fucking much and I want them here. Do you know what it's like seeing yn look so proud during my campaigns? Arwen watching her daddy so enraptured. There's nothing like it man".

Mike looks contrite but still groans out.

"Yeah but when Arwen starts crying and you get distracted" Eddie rolls his eyes.

"She's my baby you dipshit, of course, I am going to comfort her and she's just little. Of course, she will cry sometimes".

They quiten looking abashed.

"Gather everything. We are going to do Hellfire at my house and you three are going to apologise"

Dustin is glaring at them.

"Told you Eddie would be pissed! And you gave yourselfs away!" Eddie ruffles his hair knowing Dustin would always stick up for his girls.

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Yn is surprised when Eddie comes home with the boys. Dustin and Will give her a big hug and Lucas too who asks if he and Max could babysit for them again.

"Of course, Arwen loves you two. I made muffins and m&m brownies would you all like some?"

Everyone grins happily and Gareth and Jeff step up and immediately apologise.

"We are really sorry about what we said earlier"

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, that wasn't fair. We all love you and Arwen" his apology is sweet and sincere and she hugs them and gestures them both into the kitchen.

Eddie pushes Mike her way and he looks down.

"Yeah, I am sorry too. Was out of line" she accepts his apology and hugs him.

Arwen wakes from her nap and is very excited babbling away and yn cuddles her close breathing in that baby smell that is so lovely.

Then she sees her daddy and babbles even more making grabby hands at Eddie which makes her smile.

"There's my little angel. Hi, baby girl" he holds Arwen close and blows raspberries on her cheek which makes her giggle in delight and it's such a sweet sight.

Hellfire begins and she settles down with Arwen in her arms feeling a lot better and ready to watch her husband as The Dungeon Master which was always very sexy if she did say so herself.

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