#you get it. you also killed that fucker and took his name and got new glasses

[wormsdyke]

car seat headrest concert footage is fun to watch because there will be several minutes of just wordless wailing and guitar distortion and the audience will be a pretty even split of people losing their absolute shit to it and people who are clearly you know. they’ve heard music before and they’re not entirely sure that’s what’s happening right now

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Till death do us part ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : What if Alastors dear little darling wife, his partner in crime, the person he thought he'd never see again, turns up with Mimzy on the day of the visit of the big boss of hell.

Pairing : Alastor x fem! Reader

Word count : 1899 Words

Genre : Fluff , Drama , Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentions of death, you're shorter than

Vaggie, possessive Alastor, swearing

Prequel -> > The radio star lost <

a/n : I love this trope ngl, tried to not make him to much out of character, hope it worked.. T T

Also I'm rather new to Hazbin Hotel, so I say sorry if anythings seems wrong or out of character! ><

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The whole hotel was a bit chaotic right now, Lucifer himself would be visiting in just a bit and Charlie wanted everything to be perfect. Colorful decorations were hanging everywhere, a banner was hung up for welcoming the king of hell, how does one even welcome the king of hell into their hotel? Charlie was probably the most stressed of all, but Vaggie did her best to calm her nervous wreck of a girlfriend down.

The moment Lucifer stepped into the hotel was meant to make everything go down, Alastor and his Ego had somehow always a snarky remark against Lucifer. Charlie tried her best to keep them apart, introducing her other friends, before she announced how she would be needing his help. And again the banter between the king of hell and the radio demon started all over again. As if throwing insults at each other before wasn't enough already, now they were pulling at Charlie left and right, like two babies fighting over a toy.

But all things come to an end, which Charlie was thankful for right now, as Mimzy, apparently a friend of Alastor, which was interesting to know he even had any, came barging in with a grand entrance. As the woman now settles down at the bar, talking with the others, Alastor and Charlie took Lucifer on a walk around, Husker disappearing for a second too, but soon joining them at the bar again, a scowl on his face, but something else, undescribable behind his eyes.

A bang was heard through the whole hotel as the entrance door was slammed open and heard could be an angry voice. "MIMZY! You little bitch!" A demon, a slight bit shorter than Vaggie probably, walked in. A scowl evident on the face, as her eyes scan over the place, before falling on the woman she was looking for. "How dare you leave me in the shit like that?! You've got it coming if those sharks don't kill you, I certainly will!" Ignoring the questioning looks of Angel and Husker, you stomp over to the blonde, ready to yank at her hair, when suddenly a bit of debris was thrown through the window and landed beside you, barely missing you by a hair. "The fuck?" The demon's head craned around, looking out the window and there they were, those fuckers Mimzy was in debt to.

You didn't really have time to react much, as three people stormed into the entrance hall, all you could catch was a glimpse of red before the person ran outside, screams of the sharks could be heard, at least those were finally taken care of.

The loan sharks were gone and fought off quickly by that person, his voice now directed to Mimzy, your own eyes on her yourself with a scowl. She and that red demon apparently knew each other quite well, as Mimzy was walking to the door, you finally really looked at the demon. He had short red and black hair, ears sat atop his head, despite scowling Mimzy he was smiling, though a sinister smile it seems. His attire was almost completely red too, a cane was clutched in his hands, as he watched Mimzy walk off, you could only make out a small part of his face. The man seemed so familiar as if you had known him for a long time.. Your heart was running a mile right now, it was getting hard to breathe, and then...

"Thank you Alastor, really.." The long-haired blonde spoke up.. That name, it couldn't be right? Mimzy would've told you, she knew him, she would've definitely told you.. right? You must be mistaken right now.. Your eyes were fixated on the man called Alastor, the voices and sounds around you were all a mush, drowned out as your brain was going all around. Now that you could see his face, he definitely had some resemblance to him.. to your late husband, who had died before you. You were his assistant, his partner in crime, when the news hit you that he was shot, it broke your heart, but still, you continued on alone, killing. That's probably what also got you to hell, well sooner than later you were figured out and soon arrived here in hell.

"Yo smiles, this girly is gawking at you for minutes now." Slowly voices were coming back to you, the white spider beside you talked, pointing his thumb at you, the red-haired now meeting your eyes, his ears straightening and standing alert like the ones of a deer caught in headlight. What irony if he was your Alastor, the irony of dooming him with deer-like features, after getting shot assumed for a deer while hiding one of the many bodies. That day you decided to let him go alone, oh if you just hadn't done that, maybe you both would be alive or you would've at least arrived together in hell.

Alastor was taking slow steps to you, the smile on his face looking strained, yet it never disappeared, his hand was reaching out for you but stopped. Eyes moving over your form, taking in everything. Resemblance to his wife evident, but.. how did he never notice you before? Had he ever met you, walked past, maybe even taken a second glance but dismissed this feeling he has right now.

Swiftly he grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him, ignoring the calls of his name of the other residents, his mind plagued by one only thought, more like one only person.. you.

Stumbling behind him, his grip rather firm on your wrist, yet it felt comforting as if you knew he would never hurt you. Not in your lifetime and also not now in your afterlife. Eyes watching the back of his head, you were wondering what expression his face harbors right now. Was he happy? Was he confused? Disappointed? Maybe he knew where you were all this time but didn't want to meet you. No, he wasn't like this. He may have been distant sometimes while alive, but in the end, he was always a darling to you. Taking care of you, just as he vowed on your wedding day. A distant memory, yet one of the most beautiful ones you have.

A door was opened and as you were pulled inside, the door closed. Steps echoed through the room, you noticed a forest on the other side of the room, but that didn't rather faze you, eyes on him again.. and him only. "Al-" You were interrupted by laughter, the man before you was hugging himself, his arms around him, yet you still weren't able to see his face. "D-Do you know.. How often have I thought about you?!" His voice was loud, a static sound like from a radio accompanied it. One of his hands was tearing at his hair now. "That bitch never told me... I'll make sure to kill her for that.. She kept you from me.." The laughter got even louder, as if the man before you was going insane.

This behavior was nothing new to you, he used to be like this, high on adrenalin when another murder was successful.. Or when he was close to being figured out by the police and detectives, yet he always slipped away right through their incapable fingers.

"I always wondered what happened to you, if you grew old with someone new.." If you were able to see his face right now, you would be able to see the sinister yet possessive smile on his face, his eyes darting around the room.

This all ended in a second when he felt a soft hand on his. He knew this hand, he also knew the person it belonged to like the front of his pocket. "I would never, I carried on alone in your memories, yet I was never as skilled as you darling, so sooner than later they connected all the dots to me." A low chuckle could be heard again, the static radio sound calmed down again too. The tall man slowly turned around now, his hand engulfing your own, his fingers softly running over your own, before he linked them together. How he had missed this feeling, despite having a distaste for people touching him, you were different. Your touch felt warm, like the summer sun kissing his skin, it felt comforting.

"I've missed you mon amour.." His voice was soft, probably the softest it had ever been since he had arrived in hell. His hand guides yours up to his lips, as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a smile, now softer, on his lips. He was never one for kissing you on the lips, he definitely favored kissing your hand, like the gentleman he has always been. "I figured with how you were talking seconds ago my dear.." A soft smile was creeping up onto your lips too, mirroring his own one. Red eyes open again, your hand still pressed to his face, but now he was rather holding your hand to his cheek. "Oh how I wished I could've stayed with you my darling, we would've been so successful.." Giggling at his words, with him at your side, you probably would have been going for a long time. "But who says we can't be successful now?" A smirk etched its way onto your husband's face, oh how he loved your daring little mind, always thirsting for blood. With you by his side again now, he would definitely be able to get everything done that he wanted.

"Shall we go back? I want to meet your friends properly." Wanting to pull away your hand, he softly gives you a tug, your head landing on his chest now. Wide eyes look the the side now, as you weren't really able to move, his arms having snaked around you and his chin resting on your head. This was unusual much physical contact, but figured that you hadn't seen each other for multiple decades he yearned for your touch just a slight bit. Your arms lying around him, embracing the hug. "Let's just stay here a few minutes more, we got enough time to introduce you to everyone down there but for now.. let me have you for myself." Nodding softly, your head rests on his chest, as your eyes close and you simply enjoy the presence of your dearly beloved husband.

"What do you mean 'married to smiles'?!" Angel, as he was introduced to you, shouted from his place on the couch now, staring at you flabbergasted. "We've been married for quite a few years before his death." Smiling you answered his question. Alastor didn't like all the attention you were getting, but sooner than later he would have you all to himself again when you two go back to his cozy hotel room or the radio tower. "So you two fu-" Angel wasn't even able to finish his question before he shut himself up as he noticed the look on Alastors face. This time he would've been dead for sure if he finished that question.

Overall everyone invited you happily into their little hotel family, it was amazing. Charlie immediately took a liking to you and if you're being honest she quickly was viewed by you like a daughter.

[guitar-spear]

Posting my headcanons bc I’m a silly billy ‼️‼️‼️

Lute Headcanons

Christian (duh)

She/Her

Bisexual with a preference for Adam (but she hasn’t admitted she’s bisexual yet)

Badass 🗣️🗣️

Hates most people except for Adam, Emily and Sera. Emily’s like a younger sister for her, Sera like a mother and Adam a role model, best friend & partner (in crime and in romance)

Trained herself in self defence as well as fighting (though it wasn’t necessary til the events of episode 8)

Loves horror movies

Doesn’t like musicals too much but actually got pretty into school of rock cuz of Adam

Loves fighting, would willingly kill anyone who fucks with her or the people she cares about

Easily jealous, especially when Adam’s literally flirting with others or calling other people hot (which is often)

Reserved in public, clingy in private (especially post episode 8 following the theory of Adam being down in hell now ‼️)

Scared of being abandoned

Has never cried around anyone nor will she ever cry around anyone (she’d only ever cry around Adam if she absolutely had to, for example episode 8, but that’s RARE.)

Autistic.

Adam Headcanons

Christian (DUH???)

He/Him

Pansexual (took forever to admit it, a combo of “$20 is $20” and “if there is a hole there is a goal” mentality)

Alex Brightman enthusiast

Loves rock (like he’ll only listen to rock or rock-like music)

School Of Rock fan (his favourite song is stick it to the man)

Egotistical, self-centred prick (but he still loves Lute)

Pro guitar player

Will only ever cry around Lute and it’s also very rare cuz it makes him feel weak

“All women belong in the kitchen (not Lute tho she belongs in my arms 🗣️🔥💕)” Adam, probably

Clingy both out in public and in private

Not easily jealous but if anyone tries ANYTHING he WILL get defensive asf like “mf that’s my woman” type shit

Terrified to love (bc of Lilith and Eve, though it was his fault he doesn’t think it’s his fault)

Gets terrified watching horror movies and spends majority of it not actually watching it

Scared of storms 😭

Joint (Guitarspear) Headcanons

Lute and Adam defo play instruments together (Adam plays guitar and Lute plays piano or sings)

They hang out and gossip about the other Exorcists or the fuckers in hell every night while sitting on a rooftop and drinking alcohol (they probably stargaze too if they can)

They have matching bracelets that say danger tits and dickmaster for sure (Adam rarely wears it when out with Lute since he doesn’t think men should wear jewellery but he still wears it whenever he can when he’s not out in public)

They’re that one duo that judges anyone and everyone, if you’re judgable you’re being judged by them

They hype each other up constantly (examples: Lute in Hell Is Forever, Adam in You Didn’t Know)

Adam probably tries to impress Lute with his amazing guitar solos

Adam fell first Lute fell harder

They count down to the extermination like it’s New Years 😭😭

Lute could NOT handle Adam’s death (very sad 😔)

(Post Episode 8)Lute defo goes down to hell just to make sure Adam’s okay even though that’s extremely risky for her (BC WE ALL KNOW ADAMS GONNA BE DOWN THERE)

They both love drama so they just cause chaos together

They refer to themselves as partners (but use the excuse of it being partners in crime)

Adam is extremely bad at giving or handling physical affection and Lute is extremely good at both most of the time (it depends when)

Adam randomly picks up Lute to piss her off (the height difference is laughable)

Lute has selfies they both took prior to each extermination stuck up on her wall

Adam can’t handle horror movies at all so during watching horror movies Adam would be terrified (though too egotistical to actually admit it) while Lute is just being critical about killers and enjoying the movie

Adam is usually the one to incite flirting, whenever Lute flirts she’s just taking advantage of the situation

Lute only calls Adam by his name if she’s pissed and usually calls him sir

They tell inappropriate jokes 24/7 for fun (half the time the jokes lead to flirting 😭)

Lute has a horrible sleep schedule and so just falls asleep randomly during the day if she’s not gotten enough sleep (averages like 2 or so hours max if she’s lucky) and usually either falls asleep on Adam or Adam has to catch her if she collapses

Pillow fights.

Adam has to take care of Lute’s wings bc she’s reckless and usually doesn’t give a shit about her wings but Adam cares and so usually is the one to preen them and make them look better

@gothlute i wanna tag you in this cuz you’re the reason i decided to post these so enjoy!!

[bestfictionalplant]

Round 2 Group 6

Propaganda and spoilers under cut

Jumpkin:

It's a little guy :D More seriously, it's a monster. All monsters in Cassette Beasts can be "recorded" so you can turn into them! "A Jumpkin is a special monster created by smearing the goo from another monster, Jellyton, on a normal pumpkin. It's pretty much the only monster with this kind of capture method. Jumpkins are just funny little guys that, as their name implies, jump around! They have such zest for life. A jumpkin tape can be ""remastered"" into two other monsters, Beanstalker and Draculeaf."

Karzahni:

in the time before time, when the evil mayor impersonator makuta was planning his plan to get the little robot meat guys in their little memory-erasing containers and before he'd impersonated the mayor (i think; don't quote me; i am Not Good at the timeline) he was like "hey i should make a plant that will force these four-foot fuckers towards the big sports and politics stadium under threat of murder so i can easily get my bastard robot cops to force them into the amnesia balls" and then he made karzahni. who was too smart and cool and powerful. so he did not get deployed. he is named after the legendary Lego Hell and Lego Satan where Bad And Naughty Disabled Robots Go For "Repairs" And Never Return. it's expensive to copyright names. they had to double up on occasion. or triple up. or quadruple up. anyway so evil mayor impersonator who is also ANOTHER Lego Satan but that's besides the point, creates this plant. but the plant is too smart. so he puts it somewhere and forgets about it and makes the morbuzakh NEW PARAGRAPH anyway so basically most creatures in this universe are immortal bar murder and fucked-up circumstances. no old age, basically. but this plant has one, because Bionicle Satan (Not Karzahni) makes his shit with limited lifespans so they can't wait for ten thousand years gathering their power and then kill-murder him to death. six big robot meat superheroes fight a fucking big monster in a tunnel. the cool smart one who used to be a teacher gets poisoned. but because karzahni (plant) is so fucking cool it can make an antidote. and it holds the antidote hostage in exchange for Cool Oil, which is oil from the apocalypse planet where the robot meat guys' creators are from, but they fracked too hard and split the planet into three pieces so that's a bit fucked-up and yet besides the point. anyway they get the magic juice and give it to karzahni (plant). previously in the story (but later in the timeline; this is a TWO-YEAR FLASHBACK EPISODE BABY) some other robot meat superheroes took a dunk in this cool fucking water and got mega-boosted powers. super-superheroes. but that's because god exists and has predetermined what can happen in each individual's life. those guys got Good Results From Applied Goo. karzahni (plant) does not. it just fucking. dies. it is then chopped up to make some lorries float so they can take the amnesiac sphere guys up to a cool new island they found, because their old island got FUCKING WRECKED NEW PARAGRAPH anyway a cutting of karzahni survived (known as karzahni ii) with all the memories and shit of the real one and just sort of goes. FINE. i will join you, Lego Satan (not karzahni but the evil mayor impersonator) in gaslighting this mentally ill man into thinking he's short and his life is a lie in order to get the time travel device he made out of some magic fucking frisbees. karzahni took on the role of the morbuzakh. then the guy's like "this is bullshit" and gets thrown off a cliff but Karzahni II catches him and goes "hey. everything's alright. i tortured and killed a guy and he said you're doing good and everything is gonna be okay" and then the evil mayor impersonator (who by this point has not been impersonating the mayor for like. at least a week?) kills it. again. for real this time

[kalisburnerphone]

Haruchiyo “I might be trigger happy” Akashi/Sanzu. Haru didn’t really listen to anybody besides Mikey. He did whatever the fuck he wanted,when and how he wanted without a care in the world.

Haru’s motto of ‘what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is also mine’ didn’t really work to well for him in his relationships because while whatever girl he’d chosen to give the time of day was giving 100 to the so called relationship, Haru did what he wanted and they never lasted.

That is until he met you. Haru had no idea how the fuck you were friends with the pet shop trio, mainly Keisuke’s mean mugging ass but he wanted you. You gave him quite the run for his money before you finally agreed to one date with him. As cliche as it was,you weren’t like the girls that he usually went for. Short, slim usually easy for him to manipulate.

You on the other hand, you didn’t buy his bullshit at all. You had walked out of the restaurant the moment he got too comfortable with the waitress and threatened to call the cops if he didn’t stop camping out in his car outside your apartment complex.He did stop camping out but only after he bought the entire complex in your name and moved in next door.

When you found out, you had made camp at Baji’s. It took him 3 months to get you to accept another date with him which his coworkers thought was odd given that Sanzu was never short on pussy but apparently yours was all he wanted now and he hadn’t even gotten it yet.

That was 3 years ago and now Sanzu was a somewhat reformed man. He was still the same crazy fucker, albeit your crazy fucker who’d gone from fucking multiple women in a week to breaking your back multiple ways in a week.

Sanzu now firmly believed in a 50/50 effort when it came to relationships mainly the one with you, fuck everyone else tbh. Which brings him to his current situation. He currently at a Bonten warehouse, he may have told a little lie when you asked where he heading off to at 3am but he’d make it up to you.

Ran had informed him that the individual he’d ask them to find was currently sitting in their club. Sanzu waited for him in the parking lot and just as he was about to cross towards the section where his car was parked, ran his ass over , twice, and then tossed him in the trunk.

Said individual is now hanging upside down in a Bonten warehouse with Haru’s trigger happy ass.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Sanzu giggles,fucking giggles. Maybe he was a bit high, you’d both indulged in some new grade of weed Kazutora was harvesting but the fact still stood that clearly he didn’t run him over hard enough.

“Who I am really isn’t important here. What’s important is that you think very hard about what I’m about to ask you cause I may just put a bullet in your skull if I don’t like it.”

“The fuck do you want?”

“Two nights ago at Luxe, at a company dinner, you made a comment towards a young woman.”

“Is that what this is about? Tha fat bitch sent you to beat me up?” The mans scoffs before spitting blood on Sanzu’s shoes.

“Ah, you remember. She has no idea that I’m doing this. I don’t like when people make my wife uncomfortable, you see, she’s taught me that a relationship should be 50/50. And for me that means that my baby wears whatever the fuck she wants and I deal with little fucks like you, who make her uncomfortable.”

Sanzu slips his gun back into the holster deciding that killing him won’t be as fun as turning him into a human vegetable. He grabs one of Rin’s baseball bats and starts using it to push the mans body like a swing set.

“I bought that pretty little outfit she wore that day and my baby was so happy until your dumbass opened your mouth. It’s been brought to my attention that this ain’t the first time either. You used to hit on my woman until you found out she had a man, then she became a “fat bitch”. “Don’t you think a size bigger would fit you better?, why you always eating?”

Sanzu didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him shit like this was happening, instead he had to hear it for himself while he was having dinner with the boys. You weren’t fat, you definitely had a fat ass but that’s besides the point. You were healthy and happy with your body so who gave this irrelevant fuck the audacity to tell you shit like that at work?

Sanzu wasn’t having it, he’d deal with the situation and every time this fucker saw you he’d turn the other direction. The first swing lands to his ribs and the scream that ripples through the air has Sanzu smiling manically.

By the time he’s finished he’s positive he’s broken enough body parts to get his message across. He has a couple lackies drop the idiot off in front of the hospital. He takes a shower before heading home. You’re wrapped up in his silk sheets, naked save for the pair of panties you’d slipped on after he had his way with you. Arms wrapped around his pillow as you slept peacefully.

Sanzu smiles as he watches you ‘cause yeahhhh he’d definitely commit murder for you.

[dmwrites]

Out in the ocean, there are many kinds of fish. Martyn and Scott, the self-named Mean Gills, took to spending their evenings on the Limited Life server pointing out new fish that swam in their waters. If wasn’t the most efficient use of their ever-decreasing life time, but it was enjoyable. The ocean was a mysterious place, and their little island base was prime for making new tropical discoveries. But sometimes, the discoveries found them first.

At first, it was just some food missing out of chests. Scott blamed Martyn, naturally, and Martyn blamed everyone else, but at the end of the day, the Bad Boys’ bread bridge existed for a reason, and that reason was to stead wheat off it it, so it wasn’t really that big of an issue. But then it was weird sounds- both Martyn and Scott kept hearing an odd humming noise, like someone was attempting to sing a song they didn’t know. There were also strange flashes of bioluminescence at night sometimes, which wove itself around coral deep down before vanishing completely. It was odd, but the Mean Gills mostly dismissed it all. Too much going on on the surface to really worry about what the ocean held.

Or so they thought.

It was Scott who saw him first- a dark head of hair and piercing blue eyes watching him as he planted some seeds one afternoon. Scott let out a yelp and scrambled for his bow.

“What’s up?” Martyn asked in concern, jumping down from his hourglass, sword raised.

By the time Scott had his bow in hand, the head was gone. Scott sighed crossly. “I swear I just saw someone with dark brown hair watching me.”

“Dark brown hair… who on earth could that be… Bdubs?” Martyn asked.

“No, this person was paler then Bdubs.”

“Scar?”

“Scar would have accidentally drowned.”

“True. Uhh, Joel?”

“Maybe.” Scott muttered. At that moment, Joel happened to be passing by on the shoreline, holding some raw beef, assumedly from team T.I.E.S.‘s base.

“Joel. You’re not wet from spying on us, are you?.” Scott called out to him.

Joel reacted in his own crude way. “What? Of course I’m not wet, you idiots. You two aren’t even handsome enough for me to be wet. Or even get in the water for you.”

“Ew.” Scott commented as Joel swagged off into the forest. There was an echoing giggle at that that sounded nothing like anyone they knew.

“Who was that?” Martyn cried, looking all around. “We heard you, fucker. Stop playing coy- just kill us if you’re jonesing for it!”

There was a moment of silence, and then a splash. A man appeared on their island, pulling himself until his arms and chest were resting on the grass. He smiled at them, giggling again.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

Scott grabbed at Martyn, who pointed his sword at the intruder. “Who- what on earth are you, some kind of fish or something?”

“Or something…” the man smiled, and Scott and Martyn could see a few rows of sharp, pointed teeth. “I’m xB. Was just hanging out in these here waters, saw I had some new neighbors. Had to do a prank, it’s just good manners.”

“Do you live here?” Martyn asked, bewildered.

“I live where there’s water, really. And I assume this fun little place is yours?” xB glanced around, and as he did, a glittering tail slapped at the water behind him.

“Oh my god, are you a merman?” Martyn asked in wonder.

“Or something.” xB repeated, a small smile playing on his lips. “You can look at my tail if you want. Come in the water with me.”

“Sweet.” Martyn took off his shoes.

“Wha- Martyn, what are you doing? This could be a trap!” Scott said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Sure, but if it is, I lose an hour. We still got a bit of time left on the bank, my friend. And if worse comes to worse, it’ll be a hell of a story to tell, I suppose.”

Scott considered that. “Fair.” He jumped into the water, Martyn followed, and they both ducked under the waves.

xB was a sight to behold, with the upper body of a guy in a black hoodie, and the lower half of some great fish. His scales were a shimmery dark blue, kind of similar to the sculk that the ancient cities was overrun with. He was clearly strong, as even the simple movement of his tail sent minor shockwaves through the water. Scott and Martyn stayed under the water, staring at this creature, until they both started taking damage.

“Hey Scott- team meeting?” Martyn said as soon as they were both back on the island, pulling Scott to the side. “So, what on earth do we do about this?”

Scott looked over at xB and clicked his tongue. “I mean, he’s cute. Not really my type, but cute.” Scott murmured.

“Same. But like, I dunno, I feel like I could make an exception every once in a while. Something about him. Maybe we could just kinda let him stick around for eye candy.”

“Ew, you fish fucker.” Scott joked, hitting Martyn’s arm.

“You’re one to talk… I’ve heard your stories from times gone past.” Martyn replied, chuckling.

xB just watched them with a gentle smile on his face, his tail waving lazily in the water behind him.

“I’m gonna be honest, I get the feeling he’s not going to just leave if we ask.” Scott said, bringing the conversation back around. “But, to be fair, he could be useful to us, if we play our cards right. Siren call our enemies into the ocean or something. Can he do that?”

“Maybe.” xB said slyly from the water.

“We love a man of mystery.” Scott said dryly.

“Alright, xB, you’re on the team. Welcome to the Mean Gills.” Martyn said.

“The what?”

——

In terms of alliances, it was an odd one. xB was more like a pet then anything, if a pet could make jokes like “Oh, so you have, like, an expiration date. Like food.” when learning about their life timers. He mostly hung out on rocks out a sea, or peered at them at the side of their island base. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, the way he looked at them from time to time, but he was funny and had a sweet giggle that echoed throughout the cove. He’d found out that Martyn and Scott thought he was going to lure them out to sea, which tickled him, and took to joking about it constantly.

“Oh my god. Scott, look at this, he’s definitely doing that on purpose.” Martyn said one mid-morning, looking out at the ocean with a hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

“Who?”

“xB. Come look.”

Scott sighed, walking over. “Martyn, I think you’re slut-shaming, he’s not showing off on pur- oh no, that’s definitely on purpose. Good lord.”

xB had draped himself onto a rock out at sea, warming himself in the sun. The deep blues and blacks of his scales shimmered with the water and the sun, and he had taken off his hoodie.

“Boo, you whore!” Scott called to him, cupping his hands over his mouth. xB just waved and giggled, a sound that carried all the way across the sea to reach them.

“I dunno, he does look good though.” Martyn muttered. “Like a damn siren’s call or something, forreal.”

“It’s just because Ren isn’t here, let’s be real.” Scott said loftily. Martyn pushed him into the ocean, and xB swam over to rescue him, which lead to a slew of jokes and laughter.

——

Unfortunately, the light days of jokes and warm ocean air were only sweet for so long. As timers ticked down, everyone became more desperate. Death was more devastating, and, after a while, permanent. Scott and Martyn didn’t escape this terror and bloodlust, of course, but they did find that their island was a bit of a safe haven- it seemed like they were forgotten about a lot of the time, and that was perfectly fine to the Mean Gills. xB helped as he could, bringing them fish to eat and humming his little songs to welcome them home. He also took to circling the island, watching for outsiders for them while they slept. Neither Scott nor Martyn spoke of it, but they both felt like they had a secret weapon in xB. They were protected, or as protected as anyone can be in such situations.

“One hour left for me, I’m afraid.” Martyn said quietly, on the day they knew would be the last. The Mean Gills’ final stand, they’d decided, would be here, on the island, with xB at their side. They didn’t know who was left, but had heard several explosions throughout the day.

Scott sighed, standing up and brushing off his pants. “I can’t just sit here and stare at you until you die. I’m going to go see if there’s anything left to loot. Maybe I can steal a kill or two and get you some more time somehow. Be safe, Martyn. I’ll be back before the hour is up. I promise.” Scott hugged Martyn tight. “xB, watch over him.”

“Of course.” xB replied softly, playing with the shoelace of Martyn’s shoe. He and Martyn watched Scott boat out to the shore, and vanish into the trees.

Martyn let out a long breath. “I can’t believe this is it. Like, less than an hour left. And all I can do is watch. It’s almost- it’s stupid, really. We are all controlled by these stupid numbers, and our options are to fight or just sit around and wait for death. How awful. I wonder if they’re satisfied- well, never mind about all that.”

“You know…” xB began. “There could be another way.”

“What?” Martyn looked down at xB, confused.

“You could die on your own terms.” xB said, maddeningly vague.

“How?” Martyn was wracking his brain, trying to imagine a world where he could tell the watchers to fuck off by defying them. That was more Scott’s area then his. xB said nothing, but dove into the sea. “Wha- oh my god, so now you play hard to get?” Martyn muttered, and dove in after him.

xB wasn’t far, just floating in place under the water, smiling at Martyn. Martyn would never admit it out loud, but the merman was really quite pretty, in his own way.

“It’s a noble thing, you know, to die to the sea.” xB said softly, taking Martyn’s head in his hands, rubbing one thumb gently across his cheek.

Martyn stared into those bright blue eyes, and suddenly, he understood. “I suppose it is.” Martyn replied, filling his lungs with water as he spoke. And he slowly drowned himself, one tick of damage at at time, until his body was still, only held up by xB’s hands.

Scott saw the message in chat and he choked out a moan of sorrow. He hasn’t even been there, too busy scavenging abandoned chests for any supplies for their final stand. Well, Scott supposed, only his final stand now.

He looked down at the timer on his arm. One hour left. He’d always been just one hour ahead of Martyn, a little bit luckier. He bit back some tears, urging himself to just keep moving, back to the base.

As soon as he emerged from the tree line that opened up into the island base, a gasp died in his throat. A body was floating face-up in the ocean. Martyn, clearly dead. His chest was gone, mangled so badly that Scott retched. His blood was slowly dyeing the ocean a cloudy red.

Scott put down a boat and rowed back to his island, the Coral Kids base, some kind of sick curiosity overtaking him. And then a head popped up beside Martyn’s, still chewing.

“Oh my god.” Scott jumped out of his boat just in time, as a huge tail cleaved it in half.

“I prefer xB.” Those clever blue eyes watched Scott’s every movement, and even though he didn’t dare get close to the edge of the land, he could see that xB’s beard and hair were littered with gore.

“You’re not some pretty mermaid, are you?” Scott said quietly.

“No.” xB chuckled. Another death message appeared in chat. Scott ignored it.

“You’re a shark.”

“I’m whatever you want to call me. Doesn’t matter. You haven’t got much longer. What, like an hour now?”

“No.” Scott lied.

“You could die on your own terms, you know. Isn’t that what you’re all about, Scott?The ocean saved you this whole time, and it can save you again. You don’t have to watch your death come.”

“Oh, what, so Martyn took control of his own destiny, huh?” Scott asked.

“Martyn died in my arms and the ocean’s embrace. Bit romantic, really. And isn’t that just what you want, Scott? A bit of fucked up romance?” xB giggled.

“I’m not- shut the fuck up. I’m not going to obey your siren’s call.” Scott pointed his bow at xB in rage.

xB shrugged. “Okay. I’ll just be here when you can’t stand it anymore.” And he began to swim, slowly circling the Mean Gills island, eyes locked on Scott. He wasn’t a protector at all, but a buzzard circling the beginnings of a carcass.

Thunder clap after thunder clap, Scott watched his friends’ death messages in chat. Martyn’s body floated listlessly in the water. And Scott cursed this world, cursed its rules, and cursed xBcrafted, because he was right. All Scott did was defy the rules the world tried to set for him. He didn’t have to die to a sword to the throat or a timer ticking down to zero. He and xB knew that.

“Damn you, xB.” Scott whispered, finally, and the words felt like some kind of terrible relief.

And so, with the remains of his life ticking down to the end, an end that he sought to control, Scott jumped, down into the water stained red, into the cool arms of a brutal, yet defiant, death.

[koogl001]

I have a request so......uh....here ya go *awkwardly delivers* Alastor finding out his s/o is a fallen angel. Like what if reader committed mass murder or smth up in heaven and got banished to hell???

(also if this is the second time you've seen this request I'm sorry. Tumblrs acting weird and wont tell me if my asks are going thru)

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Freedom, that’s all you ever wanted

Freedom to think, speak and do as you please

But there was no freedom in Heaven, there was only restrictions

You always felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, with wings that could take you anywhere in the world but unable to do so because of your imprisonment

God's Ten Commandments they called it, you called it giving up your freedom in order to live a life that was written out for you

There was only one thing you could do, and that was rebellion

You didn’t mind God sending you to Hell to repent, that was after all your goal

Now you were truly free to do as you pleased, with no one telling you what was right and what was wrong

When you first heard about the Happy Hotel, you just HAD to check it out

Not because you missed what you once had, no no no

It was because the idea seemed laughable to you

You knew there was no way for a sinner to ever atone, to save themselves from this burning inferno and escape to the safe haven called Heaven

And even if there was a way, you were more than sure that those who succeeded would regret their decision soon enough

That is how you met Alastor

He was a business partner with the owner of the Happy Hotel, the princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar herself

He could tell you were different from the start, he just didn’t know how

And boy does he not like not knowing

He ordered his shadows to keep you under close surveillance, underestimating you dearly

You were a divine being and despite the fact you we no longer an inhabitant of Heaven, you still possessed your holy powers

The holy aura around you protected you burning Alastor’s shadow to a crisp in the process

You knew just what he was doing, and you weren’t gonna let him have the satisfaction of figuring you out

His frustration was just a cherry on top, making him more that perfect for you to play with

After all, you were now free to sin to your hearts content and he was your first target

But first, as a contribution to your new life and to spite the big man above, you decided to break all the Ten Commandments that tied you down and suffocated you for so long

You shall have no other God’s before me

You started building up your reputation in secret, gaining the title of the God of the Underworld for yourself

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven images

As a new God of Hell, you soon started gaining followers and as your first command for them as their new leader, you requested a statue, as big as a skyscraper of yourself which they ought to pray to in your name

Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain

As the self-proclaimed and later recognised God of the Underworld, you already had this one covered

Remember the Sabbath day and keep it Holy

It became your daily routine to go out on Saturdays and wreak as much havoc as you could, slaughtering anyone that stood in your path and leaving a blood bath behind you

Honor your father and mother

Come on, this one is too easy, no?

All you have to do is find your parents that are definitely in Hell if how they treated you was anything to go by, and just tell them to go fuck themselves right to their face

Thou shalt not kill

Say that to the little fucker that thought he could challenge you and take your tittle

Thou shalt not commit adultery

All it took was a single night getting hammered in the club, again too easy for your liking but hey, you were too petty and set in your goal so what is a girl to do

Thou shalt not steal

Making this one a challenge, instead of snatching up some clothes from a low security shop you decided to steal Alastor’s cane radio thingy, too bad it was in your possession for only a few hours before he “retrieved” it but making him mad but at the same time seeing him trying to restrict himself from killing you was entertaining enough

Thou shall not bear false witness

You should have seen Angel’s face when Vaggie charged at him

Hope it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact you might have told her he told you about fantasizing about Charlie giving him a b job

You shall not covet

Now that one was going to be a tough one

You had everything you could ask for, mainly because if you wanted something, you took it

Deep in thought about how to go about this one you didn’t realise Alastor was closely observing each of your moves

When you started with your little quest, he suspected it to be some kind of revenge for ending up in Hell but the more Commandments you broke, the more he realised this had to be personal

But how could a sinner have a personal vendetta against God?

There was only one way he figured; you weren’t a sinner at all

It would also explain why you looked more human-like, your strange powers, your aura and even why naturally you gravitated towards the hotel

Oh, how he would enjoy having the leverage over you, knowing your special little secret

You knew if word got out of you being who you really are, all of Hell would be out to get you

Don’t take me wrong, you’re more than strong but if the overlords, princes, rulers and such united, you wouldn’t stand a change

So, you had no other choice but to make a deal with the devil himself

He made you his personal maid, working you like a dog until you couldn’t even lift your hands anymore

The power he had over you was like a drug to him, and he just couldn’t get enough

But he hated how friendly and buddy-buddy the others were with you, ordering you to treat them as nothing but trash from now on and soon restricted you from even being in the same room as them

You were his and his alone, you didn’t need anyone else in your life

You were gifted a collar with Alastor’s name on it, after all who wouldn’t want to have an angel as their personal pet

How ironic, that you left heaven, finally escaping your cage with the hope freedom was what was awaiting you, only to fall into the chains of the deer demon, tying you down once again

[storiesforallfandoms]

releasing the beast ~ eminem

word count: 1575

request?: yes!

“Can I request an eminem imagine of where another artist puts out a track that mentions his long time partner. Em fires right back, standing up for his girl letting everyone know she is off limits. Thanks!”

description: there are two people in his life that you don’t mess with: his daughter and his girlfriend, and this idiot just messed with both of them

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I knew the asshole was done for within the first three lines of the song when he said Hailie’s name. Whether or not Marshall actually gave a shit about the diss track now meant nothing because his baby girl was called out, and everyone knew he didn’t take too kindly to anyone talking shit about Hailie.

But I was shocked when the same asshole decided to bury himself deeper in his own grave by saying my name in the second verse.

Now, to be clear, people saying shit about me never got to me. In all the years I had been dating Marshall, I had gotten used to getting hateful comments from people online. I had learned that you just have to let that stuff wash off your back like it was nothing. But, when it came to another rapper using me as fodder to diss Marshall, he had made it clear long ago that I was off limits. Anyone who dared to come after me was basically asking to have their career ruined.

I hadn’t heard anyone be so stupid in such a long time. I was almost amused when I heard my name in the song and the poor excuse of a diss that followed it.

I knew Marshall had heard as well because he stormed into the kitchen, where I had been making us dinner, from his office. His face was red with anger and, if this were a cartoon, I’d be seeing smoke coming from his ears.

“So,” I said, a slight grin on my face, “what did you think of the song?”

“I can’t believe that fucker,” he said. “Not only using Hailie, but saying shit about you too.”

“He has a death wish,” I said with a shrug. “Wants to kill his career and himself with one terrible song.”

“I’m so sick of this shit. These new fuckers keep telling me I’m too old to be calling them out in my music, but then they provoke me by saying shit about my daughter and my girlfriend. It’s like pick a fucking side; do you want the old me or not?”

“What are you gonna do?” I asked him.

“I’m gonna make sure that fucker never says your name ever again, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have, but hearing how passionate Marshall was about standing up for me made me feel a little happy. Also, thinking about hearing the diss track he was about to drop on this motherfucker had me extremely excited.

~~~~~~

A few weeks passed and Marshall hadn’t said anything else about the song. When it first dropped, he was in the middle of planning a tour and promoting his newest album. He had a lot scheduled in the following weeks, much to his annoyance since he was itching to get into the studio and record a response.

The longer it took, the more the other rapper’s fans took his silence to mean acceptance of defeat. While the song really did not go hard by any means, they were all convinced it was the best diss track to ever be released against Marshall. They thought he was running scared with his tail between his legs, as if Marshall didn’t get his start as a battle rapper.

The more time that passed, the more I was itching to hear the song he had been working on.

“I don’t want dad to respond,” Hailie told me one day while we were having a girls day with Alaina. “That’s what this guy wants so he can get more attention towards himself. Dad should just leave it be.”

“Under any other circumstances he would, but we both know the minute our names were brought up that your dad was going to respond in some way,” I told her. “You don’t fuck with Marshall’s girls.”

“But again, that’s exactly what this guy wants. He knew he’d touch a nerve by dissing us. If dad just ignored him it would get under his skin so much more.”

“We both know that’s not how your dad is wired. He’s very protective over the two of us. He doesn’t want anyone saying shit about us because we’re just the bystanders in this. Especially you. He doesn’t want his baby girl dragged into a beef that has nothing to do with her.”

“She’s got a point, Hails,” Alaina said. “Dad’s not about to let some nobody insult any of us. And maybe it’s not a bad thing for him to put this idiot in his place for thinking it’s okay to say the shit he did about you guys.”

Hailie sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

When I called Marshall later that night, I could tell he sounded worn down. “Please tell me you’re getting some rest and not spending all of your off time working on the song.”

“I don’t have time to work on it otherwise, and the longer I don’t put out a response the longer this fucker thinks he’s winning,” Marshall responded. “I can’t let that happen.”

“I know that, and we all know you’re going to destroy him with whatever you decide to release, but you can’t let yourself get too run down before the tour. You need to rest. He’s not worth letting yourself get run down or sick over. Promise me you’ll take at least tonight off to just rest.”

I heard him sigh. I knew it was a hard ask for Marshall to not work, especially on something as serious (to him anyways) as this diss track, but I meant what I said. I wasn’t going to let him get run down over a needless feud with someone who didn’t have any attention on him before he decided to drop the diss against Marshall.

“Okay, I promise,” he said finally.

“And I need proof of that promise.”

He chuckled. “Proof?”

“Yeah. Like...I don’t know, send me pictures of you resting in bed or something.”

“Oh, I’ll gladly send you pictures of me in bed.”

I playfully rolled my eyes even though I knew Marshall couldn’t see me. “Well, if that’s what it’ll take to make you rest then who am I to stop you?”

And then the day finally came: the song was released.

No announcement, no warnings, just like he had with his recent albums. It just dropped out of nowhere and the fans went crazy. I was almost convinced they were going to crash Spotify and YouTube when it went live first.

The song dropped the day before Marshall got home, so I listened to it so I could give him my reaction when I saw him. It was exactly how I expected it to go: pointing out the shitty disses, the difference in success between the two, and of course, calling him out for trying to diss myself and Hailie.

There wasn’t a lot surrounding that final part in the song, just a few lines saying to keep mine and Hailie’s name out of his mouth, but that’s all there needed to be. As excited as I was to hear the song, I agreed with Hailie that I didn’t want the two of us pulled into this beef too much. Just hearing the anger in his voice during those parts were enough to make me feel satisfied with the response.

When he came home the next day I met him at the door with hugs and kisses. He chuckled, putting down his luggage so he could properly hug and kiss me back.

“I missed you,” I told him.

“I missed you, too,” he responded. “I’m assuming you heard the song?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve listened to it at least five times now.”

“What do you think?” he asked. “About the part mentioning you, I mean.”

“I think it was good. I like that it’s just a brief mention and I don’t think you needed to go any further than that. Just a reminder that anyone who tries to fuck with your girls will be slaughtered.”

Marshall smiled and pulled me back into another hug. “I’m glad you liked it. I was partially worried when I released it that maybe it was a bad idea.”

“Why?”

He sighed. “Hailie told me she didn’t want me to make a response because she didn’t think it was needed. She thought I should just leave it. I didn’t think about it until after I had finished the song and said I just wanted to release it when it was finished that maybe I should’ve just left it be.”

I looked up at him and cupped his face in my hands. “I think you made the right choice, and it’s up to you where things go from here. You’re the one being called out directly, you’re the one who decides how to handle that.”

“You’re right. I just hate it when anyone tries to mess with you. No one says shit about my girls and gets away with it.”

“We all know that. Some people are just stupid enough to test that theory.” I took his hand in mine and pulled him into the house more. “Come on, no more worrying about it. You’re home, you have time off, let’s just spend time together until you go on tour.”

He smiled and followed me into the house, which eventually (and inevitably) turned into me leading him up to our bedroom so I could welcome him home the proper way.

*sorry this sucks i started writing it when i actually had inspiration but then lost the inspiration but i wanted to finish it and post it :(*

[bethbluebell]

bats and gates [ s. harrington ] part 1

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary; you’re dustin’s sister and since the beginning you were kept in the dark about the upside down until you’re thrown into the depths of said ‘watergate’ and face the dangers that await on the other side

(ongoing series)

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“As many of you know, the Roane County line received a call a little after midnight…” You peek at the corner of your eye to see your mother trembling at the news, “…reporting a homicide here at the lake.” You look down at your lap lightly shaking your head holding your breath, there has been so much tragedy in Hawkins and you’re not sure if you’ll ever truly feel safe living here again, not after the devastatingly frequent deaths targeting the high school students.

“Officer Callanhan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover’s Lake, about ten yards from that house you see behind me.” Without saying a word, you shifted along the sofa and gently took your mothers hands in yours. Your brother never really seemed phased by the events in Hawkins. Yes, he was upset but it never stopped him from picking up from where he left off.   You had always gave Dustin his freedom and never nagged him for staying out too late. You have even covered for him on a few small occasions but you knew you had to tighten the reins at some point, “It was there that we found the victim, an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick Mckinney.” You felt your mom squeeze you hand as the name was revealed, your heart hurt for Dustin and his friends as they had most likely seen this boy around school. Three deaths in such a small amount of time, you wondered why you had only seen the severity of the situation until now.   As you attempted to listen to all the thoughts in your head, your mother gently rubbed your arm snapping you back to reality, “We have also identified a person of interest.” Your eyes snapped back to the TV in desperation to find a person to blame, to keep Dustin away from.   “Eddie Munson.”   Your blood ran cold. Eddie? As in the guy that is the leader of the club Dustin was in, Eddie?   As if it was a reflex, your body shot up from the sofa and scanned the living room for your car keys. If it was Eddie, there is a high chance Dustin could be next or even other possible scenarios you don’t even want to think about.   Not seeing your keys in the living room you raced towards your bedroom which was positioned opposite to Dustin’s until you heard static.   “…Where are you?” You heard Dustin’s slightly distorted voice come from inside his room.   You stopped in your tracks and turned around to investigate until it felt as if your heart was in your mouth at the sound of the other voice that came from the spare walkie-talkie, “Skull Rock. Do you know it?”   Eddie Munson. That fucker has got another thing coming if he thinks he’s going anywhere near Dustin. After tearing your whole room apart you managed to find your keys and get on the road.   You skidded as you parked just outside the dreary forest and ventured in on foot. You were quite impressed at how quick you were able to slip through without falling on your face until faint voices up ahead automatically slowed down your pace.   “Dustin!” You shouted as his figure came into view, you ran and enveloped him into a hug causing him to push against you in embarrassment. As you looked around at the crowd before you, you quickly shoved Dustin behind you and pointed at Eddie, “You!” Eddie held his hands up and looked at the others for help. “You stay away from my brother and his friends! Max, Lucas, get over here!” Reluctantly, they both made their way behind you as Dustin shakes your arm begging you to stop.   “(Y/N)..” Steve piped up trying you calm you down as he stepped in front of a very alarmed Eddie.   Taking your eyes off Eddie you look over at Steve in disappointment, “Have you not watched the news? He’s the main suspect for all these killings for Christ sake!”   “I know it looks bad.” Steve admitted earning a scoff from you.   It felt as if they were treating you as the crazy one and it was getting you more riled up by the second, “Bad? Bad! The whole of Hawkins thinks Eddie’s either a serial killer or doing Satan’s dirty work!” You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air.   Handling you like a skittish animal, Steve slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving yours, “Please (y/n), if you come over here we can explain everything.” You took a deep breath and looked back at the three teenagers since Dustin finally decided to let Steve take charge on attempting to reason with you.   “You know what, sure. I’ll play along for now.” You march over to Steve, not failing to observe Nancy, Robin and most noticeably Eddie all take a sign of relief.   You all huddled together in a little circle as they gave you a short but sweet explanation of the upside down, Vecna and the most alarming part, the curse. You began ranting and raving about how stupid do they think you are and even forced Robin to look you in the eyes and tell you that this wasn’t all a lie, to which you were rudely cut off by Dustin yelling about his compass and some gate that’s messing with it.   Only because you want to believe that the person your brother has been hanging out with is not a serial killer, you decide to join the group and if in some twisted way it was all a lie, you can at least grab Dustin and make a quick getaway.   Strolling alongside Steve, following the rest of the group you decided to pipe up, “The only reason I am giving you the benefit of the doubt is because I know full well if this story was bullshit, Max and Nancy would most definitely not be entertaining this. Especially something as serious as…” You leaned in close to Steve, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as your eyes scoped out the area, “…murder.”   Steve looked at you almost offended, stopping in his tracks placing his hands on his hips, “Oh, and you think I would?” You darted your eyes away from his gaze, lightly scratching your neck.   “In the nicest way possible?” You grinned at him, causing Steve to let out a laugh muttering a quiet ‘unbelievable’ under his breath, “Hey, considering half of you guys have known about this for god knows how long, I should feel like the biggest idiot.”   Steve looked over at you hesitantly, “You’re not upset about it are you? About not knowing.”   “I don’t know, a bit of me is hurt that you didn’t trust me enough tell me. Would’ve been nice to have at least a heads up if it is as dangerous as you all say it is.” You explain lightly kicking the rocks beneath your feet, “I mean what if it was somehow Dustin instead of Billy? I wouldn’t have even had the chance to protect him. Just sucks in all honesty.” You leaned back trying to prevent the newly formed tears from escaping which became even harder when you felt Steve wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you into the side of his chest.   You both began walking in silence as you clung onto him, trying to discreetly wipe the tears that eventually travelled down your face, “It wasn’t anything to do with trusting you (y/n) because I have known you for most of my life. The decision to keep you in the dark was more me if I’m being honest.” You so desperately wanted to act calm and collected but you were hanging off his every word.   “I could see what you were willing to sacrifice for Dustin and he could too. You have had so much opportunity, so much going for you in school and I thought if I took that role for you, looking after Dustin with this upside down situation then I’d be ultimately helping you too.” Steve pleaded his case. After a few seconds of silence Steve sighed and gently circled your arm with his thumb, “I really don’t want you to feel betrayed by all of this (y/n), I-we all had your best interests at heart.”   His short speech made your heart quicken at Steve’s sickly sweet words and how he had thought about you during all of this, “Damn, you have still got it Harrington, I was getting scared you were losing that charm of yours.” You laughed patting his back as you reluctantly peeled yourself off the side of him. You had always tried to bury the jittery feeling you felt when you were in the proximity of Steve. A lot of this had to do with Dustin telling you how obvious it was that Steve still wasn’t over Nancy and that it was getting ‘painful to watch’ were his exact words.   “Still got it?” You heard Steve whisper until he let out a massive groan, “Oh, God. Dustin’s been telling you things hasn’t he?” You smirked as you looked over at his panicked face.   “Erm, of course. Hearing all about Steve Harrington’s dating life is like the highlight of my week.” Steve’s eyes widened as he dragged his hand over his face.   “He is so dead.”   Arriving at the lake you all managed to keep the kids off the boat and begin the search. You were fairly laidback about the whole thing, not expecting the story to actually be true. You rubbed your palms against your jeans flashing Steve and Nancy a few awkward smiles in the process as your trick to gain some warmth did fuck all. You were lodged in-between them both feeling like a third wheel due to their past romantic history.   Soon enough as you got further into the lake you noticed the compass spinning abnormally fast along with Nancy, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy lifted off her seat tapping Eddie’s shoulder. You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the compass, not believing what your eyes were showing you.   You were snapped out of your thoughts due to everyone gathering close together to view the compass, “Whoa.” Steve gasped leaning over you with his flashlight. You could vaguely hear Dustin coming through the walkie talkie as Robin was quick to explain the situation.   You looked to your left as Steve was elbowing you and his movements becoming more frantic by the second, “Hey, what are you- “ You watched as his shoes hit the bottom of the boat and held his arm to stop him, “Why are you taking your clothes off?” You blurted out in concern, trying to prevent the red tint from showing in your cheeks.   Steve continued to shuffle around in his seat as you all stared at him, “Somebody’s got to go down and check this out.” Steve explained between breaths.   You sat back and massaged your forehead with your fingers, “Steve, what are you talking about.”   “Hey, unless one of you four can top being a Hawkin’s High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me.”   “No complaints, all right?”   You scoffed and shook your head, “Yes, I have a complaint.” Steve’s eyes locked with yours as if he was pleading for you to keep your mouth shut because he could just predict your next words, “First off, I helped you get picked for co-caption because I couldn’t take the position due to having no time for it and then having to quit the team because I had opportunities to enter swimming competitions outside of Hawkins.” Steve rolled his eyes but continued to listen to your rant, seeing Robin smirk from the corner of your eye, “Secondly, my part-time job was literally a lifeguard and Steve you can’t even say you don’t remember me storming into scoops complaining about how infuriating Billy was to train up, so please don’t sit there with your bare feet exposed to all of us and tell me that you are more qualified at diving into this lake,” You huffed staring dead into his eyes. You saw Steve glance at his feet and back at you.   He took a short pause before looking away once again, “Not happening (y/n), besides you don’t even know what you’re looking for.” Steve stated, rising from his seat.   “Hey, I’m not complaining, I do not want to go down there.” Eddie added in, looking down at the water.   You abruptly stood up as well causing the small boat to rock, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to locate a gate that leads to another dimension, Steve.” You whisper-yelled as he pulled his shirt over his head, “I’m not saying you’re incapable of doing this it’s just a part of me needs to see this for myself.”   “And I am definitely a tiny bit more qualified.” You said teasingly causing Steve to scoff and look away.   Taking that as a go ahead you began slipping off your shoes and taking the bag covered flashlight from Eddie.   You felt Steve’s hand firmly on your shoulder. “Seriously be careful, I don’t want to have to rescue Hawkin’s best swimmer and ruin your rep.” You smirked and lightly placed your hand over his.   “Have faith in me & my medals, Steve.” He smiled softly back at you, stepping back as you took a deep breath.   With perfect form you dived into the lake and navigated the bottom using the gleam from the flashlight. You began to squint at the scattered fish bones coming into view until animalistic groans were echoing throughout the water which caused your whole body to freeze and focus. It was possible that your mind was playing tricks on you with the sounds but most definitely not with the red glow. You swam closer revealing the eye shaped hole before you, you were floating just above it admiring how surreal it was.   As if you were in a trance you held out your hand to the middle of the gate and steadily stretched out closer. Nearly dropping your flashlight, your reflexes pulled you back as bubbles escaped from your mouth. A snake-like shadow made quick movement on the other side as if it had been awakened.   You took this as the perfect sign to retreat and quickly swam upwards from the lake.   Emerging from the water, you took a large gasp, pushing the wet hair from your face, “I found it.” You managed to get out, splashing in the water from shock.   The others made their way to the edge of the boat, almost tipping it over, “You found it?”   “Yes, I most definitely did.” You gasped, panting as you wrapped your arms around the edge of the boat.   Gleefully, Robin lifted the radio, “Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. (Y/N) found the gate.” You felt Steve’s hand over yours, firmly keeping you above the water.   You looked up at him and grinned, “I am never doubting you guys again.” Nancy let out a light laugh as Steve looked down at you fondly.   You began to lift yourself against the side of the boat until something roughly yanked you underneath the water causing you to slip from Steve’s grasp. You managed to pull yourself up for a short amount of time, reading the confusion on everyone’s faces until its grip became so tight around your ankle you knew you would just have to hold your breath and brace yourself.   The darkness engulfed you as you kicked at whatever was dragging you down, you cursed to yourself as you noticed you let go of your flashlight due to the shock of being pulled under. Fear washing over your face as you looked down, realising where you were headed.   It was as if you had awoken in a nightmare when you passed through the gate. You sat up in shock as you gasped for air, feeling your wet clothes stick to your skin. You were blinking frantically trying to clear the water from your eyes as your surroundings sounded eerily quiet.   You felt dazed as you turned your head to look around, your heart feeling as if it was going to burst out of your chest as you viewed the deserted space before you. Your head shot towards the gate as you picked yourself up in a hurry feeling the soreness of your ankle, “Not good..” You whispered looking down at the gate, tilting your head to get a better view until a faint squawk could be heard behind you.   You whipped your head around as a bat-like creature closed in on you, swooping down in haste managing to scratch the side of your arm with its wing brushing past your cheek. You turned to keep track of the bat when a thick, spikelike pressure drove into your lower leg. You reached out beside you and grabbed onto the tentacle like tail, summoning all your strength to rip it off you. You threw it on the ground with a well-deserved thud and hunched over, catching your breath as the fresh wound ramped up all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than you could blink.   The creatures gave you no time to adjust as two more latched themselves onto your torso. You were already screaming before but now it’s different. You collapsed onto the ground unable to cater to the pain and when you attempted to get up, your legs wouldn’t move. You didn’t know where you were. All you know is that you’re alone and probably going to die. All you could hear was your own light cries and the monsters gnawing at your flesh.   Your eyes were closed, and it was a bit like you were dreaming. The lack of oxygen and the pain of the bats piercing your skin was enough to make you lightheaded and on the brink of passing out. As much as you didn’t want to die, you mentally prepared yourself with what energy you had left. You could see you vision blurring and your grip on the bat loosening. Your cries faded out as you succumbed to your injuries and let your head fall, smacking against the ground, blacking out.

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You stirred as your body felt stiff, forcing your heavy eyelids to squint as you felt movement around your upper left arm. You struggled to twist your body as your back was propped up against a large rock with minimal shelter.   You noticed your surroundings get significantly darker as you widened your eyes more. There they all were. Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie all huddled above you looking scared shitless.   Steve combed a hand through his hair muttering a ‘thank god’ as you flashed them a small smile.   “Do I look like shit because I feel like it.” You let out a pained laugh, this tiny jostle sending ripples of pain throughout your shoulders, back and neck.   Nancy gently leaned you backwards onto the rock and sent a pitiful look your way, “I have bandaged you up the best I could but your injuries are bad (y/n), we need to get you to a doctor.” You pouted and breathed in, your ribs aching at the pressure.   “Thanks Nancy.” She smiled back at you placing her hands on her knees and lifting herself off the ground.   Eddie and Steve both positioned at each side of your body crouching, wrapping their arm underneath yours. You screwed your eyes shut, “Go ahead, I’m fine, I’m fine.” You mumbled absentmindedly. In the most cautious way possible, both boys pulled you off the ground and steadied you.   Steve rested his hand on your upper back and pulled you aside away from the others, his voice laced with concern, “This is exactly why I said for you not to go down there,” Steve whispered angrily, you screwed your eyes shut, biting the corner of your mouth. The dull throb that plagued your head made it so difficult for you to concentrate on Steve’s little rant, “I can’t believe you would be so stupid and put yourself in danger like that.”   “Steve, what’s done is done, let’s please not make it an issue.” You stated adamantly, Steve looked up in frustration and placed his hands on his hips.   “It already is an issue, you don’t know this place like I do. What if the gate closed behind you, hm- what then! You were practically being eaten alive out there.” You slowly nodded, barely even listening. You leaned against the rock you were both huddled close to, your right hand stretching out towards it for stability.   “I mean God, (y/n), look at you.”   You gritted your teeth as you pushed yourself off the rock, “Yes, Steve look at me.” You adjusted your footing and motioned to your battered form, “I made a mistake. I. Fucked. Up.”   “Seriously give me a break, or better yet you should’ve just left me down here to die if it was such an inconvenience for you.” You didn’t mean to sound so bitter but the quick flash of hurt that covered Steve’s face was enough to make you realise you didn’t mean those words so why did you say them? You were grateful, so fucking grateful for them but the pain was making you agitated and all you craved was a bit of space.   “What?” Steve blurted out flatly, all anger stripped from his words.   You bit your bottom lip and glanced down at the dried mud on your jeans, preparing to do some quick damage control, “I-I know, I should have listened but I never thought it would have dragged me through.” You didn't know where to put your hands at that moment, you wanted to go backwards, but his eyes were clouded as he stared unseeingly. You seemed nailed in place. You couldn't move. The only pain you felt at this moment was the ache from your heart.   Yes, you have seen Steve hurt before but it has never been directed towards you.   Steve fidgeted as if he had just snapped back from daydreaming, “We should go." Steve said sharply, It was awkward as he brushed passed you, you sighed in defeat as you followed quietly behind.   “Steve..” It took so much energy to keep your tears at bay and your voice not to break at that very moment.   Steve stopped in place and stared back at you followed by everyone else. His eyes were glued onto your fresh bruises and wounds, you quickly caught onto his gaze and lifted your hands to hold yourself, a desperate attempt at covering the wounds that weren’t bandaged.   You couldn’t even look at him anymore, your body was reaching out to him but you couldn’t find the words. Steve shook his head and carried on walking, you all followed after him but you noticed how fast he was walking practically running away from you.   You held back from the group, looking down at your cut up fingers and swollen palms as you followed their voices at virtually snail pace.   The crunch of leaves next to you barely took you out of your trance but it wasn’t difficult to figure out who was now beside you, the chunky, silver rings that decorated his fingers gave that away.   “I know you don’t really know me, I mean I’ve heard a lot about you from Dustin but we have never really talked.” You side eyed him, keeping your head directed at your hands.   “I mean no offence but you are like intimidating as in, you don’t fit into a clique but you still manage to make it work, be popular and achieve cool things. But what did surprise me was you never seem to make it easy for yourself.” You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, was this like Eddie’s last words to you just in case you bled out. You thought Nancy did a good job with her makeshift bandages but maybe Eddie wasn’t so optimistic.   “Like today, as soon as you heard Dustin could be in danger you tracked both of us down. But even when you had Dustin, you could have just left and reported me to the cops but you heard us out and even jumped into the lake.”   “Basically what I am trying to say is thank you” Eddie admits, looking at the dim path ahead.   After a comforting silence Eddie snaps his head back to you, “I am also trying to butter you up so you don’t track me down again because that was pretty terrifying” Eddie spluttered out quickly.   You gave him an apologetic look and shook your head lightly in embarrassment, “I mean the cops are one thing but a protective older sibling..” Eddie trailed off leaning closer to your ear.   Your body shivered as he cupped the outer part of your ear with his palm and whispered, “I almost shit my pants..”   You let out an amused laugh as Eddie sheepishly grins down at you his cheeks tinted red. Even though letting out your laughter felt so refreshing, you quickly slapped your hand over your mouth taking into account where you were.   You noticed Steve’s smile fade as he glanced back at you and Eddie walking closely beside each other, giggling.   As your eyes made contact with his, he quickly snapped back to reality and focused on whatever Robin was rambling about, most likely about you having rabies from all those bat bites.   "So, you and Harrington?" Eddie asks, his face expectant and waiting.   You peer up at him, your face blank, “What?”   “Well, it only makes the most sense.” he continues, tilting his head sideways, bending down slightly to look at you, “You brother idolises him and Steve most definitely feels some type of way about you.”   You shake your head at him, folding your arms across your chest, “No, no way, what are you getting at Munson?”   “As far as I’m aware,” Eddie lightly lifts your chin up, scanning your eyes, “You’re not blind and a person cannot be that oblivious.” Eddie continues, with plenty of emphasis on ‘that’.   You look away, brushing him off, “Well you’d be the first who thinks that.”   He paused, trudging alongside you for a while. You noticed him kicking the pebbles along the path, fidgeting, knocking into you a few times.   “When you got dragged under,” Eddie piped up, taking a deep breath, “I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.” He admitted, “I am just so use to running away from things, but Harrington right there, he didn’t waste a second.” Your eyes lit up, widening at the revelation.   “Not one second.”   You were like a child listening to their favourite bedtime story, “He just dove right in.”   “Now, I don’t know what just happened between you two, but if I were you, I would fix it. ‘Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”   You stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t doubt that Steve would have been the first one to come after you but just hearing it, how he didn’t hesitate when he saw you in danger. It lit a fire within you.   You looked at Steve as he walked in between Nancy and Robin. Your smile grew, staring at him fondly. You had always had some feelings towards Steve but you managed to push them aside due to always second guessing if Steve just wanted a friendship considering how hung up he was on Nancy, or so you thought.   “I’m going to do it.” You said sternly, picking up the pace, your injuries failing to hold you back, “Err, do what exactly?” Eddie questioned matching your pace.   “I’m going to fix this, I don’t know why I held myself back for this long.” You lightly patted his chest, “I can’t thank you eno-!” A sudden, rapid shaking of the ground knocked you off your feet and into Eddie. “-Shit!” You tumbled on top of him, Eddie wrapping his arms around you cushioning the blow. The side of your face was squished against him, his heart hammering in his chest.   “Here we go again!” Eddie yelled, cradling your head as you clung onto him, trying to get a look at the others. They weren’t as compromised as you two were but it still managed to knock them about.   They were further ahead of you and becoming increasingly difficult to see, camouflaged by the smog. You heard the faint yelling of your name unable to pinpoint an exact location as the rumbling roared throughout the upside down.   “(Y/n), (y/n)!” You opened your eyes as quick as you closed them, Steve was standing above you both, gasping for breath. He peeled you off Eddie not even acknowledging him, checking your body over, “You okay?”   You gulped, looking down at Eddie who was now dusting himself off, “Yeah, yeah.” You were overwhelmed with everything and Steve could tell. From being dragged through a gate, eaten alive and now trapped in the upside down, you were exhausted.   You timidly stepped forward, closer to him. You couldn’t help it, you needed this. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and rested your head against his bare chest. His warmth and smell was intoxicating, you let out a quiet sigh as he returned the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head as he rubbed the back of it in a comforting motion.   “I’m sorry.” He whispered into your hair, holding you just a little bit tighter.   “I’m sorry, too.” You moved your head to look up at him as he looked down at you. You swear in that moment, you saw Steve in a whole different light. You found solace in each other.   As you both let go. He held onto your shoulders and glanced between you and Eddie.   “Let’s all stick together from now on.” You and Eddie both nodded simultaneously like two little kids.   Just like the walk to Lover’s Lake in Hawkin’s, you and Steve were strolling behind the others as you all made your way towards Nancy’s house. It was a comfortable silence but it never lasts long with Steve, “You and Eddie seemed pretty cosy back there.”   Your cheeks burn as you remember the ordeal. Sure, Eddie was great and was definitely not a murderer but Steve had your attention and occupied your mind more than you realised.   You waved your hand, dismissing him, “I more or less flattened him Steve.”   He let out a little laugh and gently elbowed your arm keeping your condition in mind, “Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?” He teased, winking over at you.   “Oh, whatever,” You rolled your eyes, returning a smile.   Trudging along beside them, you made it to Nancy’s house, infested with the vines that dragged you here. The whole upside down looked like a snake pit, the vines withering slow enough for you not to notice that they were alive, but you knew better.   Nancy surveyed the inside first, swooping her flashlight along the walls and floor. The dust particles becoming more prominent with the glow of the light as Nancy ventured in, pushing them aside.   You had to resist the urge to cover your mouth, not wanted to inhale any of it. You entered behind Robin, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that the house engulfed you in.   “Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin commented pausing beside you, unwilling to step a foot further inside.   Nancy rolled her eyes, ushering them all up the stairs, you lagging behind like usual.   The air started to get much colder as multiple voices inaudibly echoed throughout the building. At first you thought it was just the side effects of the headache but that was until the voices got clearer and way too familiar.   You slowed down your pace as if you were in slow motion. Dustin’s speech was choppy but recognisable, echoing throughout the house like a ghost.   Your eyes shot upwards, following the echo of his voice, “Dustin?” You abruptly stopped at the first step of Nancy’s staircase. Shaking your head lightly, you held onto the handrail, “Uh, what the fuck is going on?”   “Hm?” Steve hummed shining the flashlight directly in your eyes, causing you to squint and block it out with your arm. “Shit- sorry.” He directed it to the ground, clumsily running back down the stairs and planting himself next to you.   “Hey, you feeling alright?” Steve asked, his hand on your shoulder.   You looked at him, narrowing your eyes, “I swear I just heard Dustin.” Steve’s eyes largened, looking away from you. You went to speak when he held one finger up to your face and the other to his lips.   Steve and you were froze like this for a couple of seconds until he muttered a ‘holy shit’ under his breath.   As if confirmation that he heard it too, he jumped off the last step and leaned towards the kitchen. “I hear him.” He confirmed. You scanned the area as you made your way over to Steve, “How can I hear that little shits voice?” Steve spun around, causing you to shock him out of his trance at the close proximity you found yourselves in.   He grinned down at you, frantically leaving your side as he yelled up at Nancy’s ceiling.   “Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me?!” Steve flailed, it took every fibre in your body to not break out into laughter at how insane his whole outburst made him look.   Like clockwork, you heard numerous footsteps closing in on you from behind.   Nancy was the first one to come running over to you, her face plastered with concern, “What happened?” She asked glancing over at Steve.   Robin joined short after, equally as confused, “Steve’s trying to speak to Dustin, his voice is like echoing.” Both of them stood before you frozen, “Strange, I know, but I heard him too.”   Robin gasped, “Steve got bitten too, what if the symptoms are setting in!” She ruffled her hands through her hair in disbelief that her theory is becoming more than just a theory.   “(Y/N), I know this is hard-“ She consoled, holding her hand out to you.   You scrunched your eyebrows together in disbelief, “I-We, Robin, we do not have rabies!” You whisper-yelled, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head.   “You did lose a lot of blood, (Y/N)” Nancy added, her arms crossed.   “What?” You laughed in disbelief, “Steve, c’mon back me up here.” You looked back, gesturing towards him. Not helping your case, Steve was flailing about, muttering about him being ‘in the walls’.   You turned back to Nancy and Robin squeezing your eyes shut and took a deep breath, “I need to sit down.” You strolled over to Nancy’s rotten couch and softly slumped down, avoiding the chance to disturb any tentacles.   What if you were going mad?   “Dustin!” Nancy yelled, snapping you out of your ‘rest’. Eddie threw the curtains open as Robin began chiming in with the rest of them.   You slammed your hands on the seat and push yourself up, noticeably irritated, “All right, either my brother can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag.” You huffed, catching their attention, “Look, I don’t exactly find being another one of those demon bats chew-toy appealing, so unfortunately it looks like we are going to have to find another way.” You sighed at them, preparing to slump back down into the couch.   “Will found a way.” Nancy piped up.   “What?” Steve breathed out, lowering his flashlight.   “Will.” Nancy confirmed stepping back in a hurry, “He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights.” You strolled over to the four of them, staring at Nancy as she began messing with the lights and abruptly flicking the switches.

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You leaned back on Nancy’s dresser letting the four of them figure out how to communicate back to Dustin. You were slowly regaining your strength, thankful for Nancy sacrificing her outfit for your sake. You would catch Steve glancing back at you from time to time, checking you were still awake and not getting dragged through another hole in the ground. You would always respond with a soft smile, feeling the tension in your body ease at Steve’s reassurance.   You could hear them getting more excited, elevating your spirits as you took a quick peek at the four of them huddled around a drawing board. In a way you were grateful for this whole situation as it solidified your feelings for Steve and unwillingly pushed them to the surface. You’ve never been one for relationships or romance. You were too focused on your training or competitions, but this felt right. You wanted this.   “Hey!” You blinked frantically being shook by your shoulders. Steve’s face came into view as you opened your eyes fully. His hands shifted to your face as soon as you met each other’s gaze, “You can’t do that, (Y/N).”   You scoffed, “What, I can’t rest my eyes?”   He sighed, “You can’t let your guard down.” Your playful demeanor faltered at the seriousness in his voice.   You nodded slowly, placing you hand over his, “Sorry.” You whispered, lightly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, “I think I was hoping I’d wake up in my bed right about now.” You smiled, causing him to chuckle softly. You noticed the muscles in his shoulders relax as he loosened the grip on your face, melting into you touch.   You wondered if Steve noticed it too, the swift change in atmosphere whenever you locked eyes. You followed his eyes as they traveled away from yours and landed on your lips.   “Hey, guys!” You both turned your head in the direction of Nancy’s bedroom door and quickly released your hold on one another. Nancy had peered in the room staring back at you both, “We need to hurry, we don’t know how much time we have left.” You and Steve looked over to each other one last time quickly composing yourselves before following Nancy’s lead out the door.

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Steve was paralysed, his body working against him as his desire to move was no longer something he could control. Steve could only shift his eyes to view the warped reality he found himself in. The bodies of the two mangled teenagers before him, held up by the tentacles that swarmed the upside down.   From behind Chrissy, Vecna appeared into view, menacingly walking towards Steve. He dared to look around any further, his eyes glued to Vecna’s terrifying form.   “You really are as pathetic as humans can get.” Vecna’s monstrous tone grumbled, “You are pining for people that don’t want you, that never will want you.”   “Everyone around you is leaving you, for bigger, better things meanwhile your stuck in this tragic version of yourself, wallowing in self-pity as everyone leaves you behind.” He pulled Steve closer, “You really thought Nancy would ever love someone like you?”   “That (y/n) would ever look your way?” Vecna’s voice faded out, mockingly.   Vecna’s form vanished into dust as your form took his place, “You couldn’t protect me, you’re weak.” You glared at him, venom coating your words, “I don’t trust you, I could never trust you!” The colour of your eyes were muted, your face drained of colour. Vecna allowed Steve to regain control of his body feeding off his reaction.   “The only way you could possibly protect me and Dustin is to stay away from us.” You spat. Steve stumbled back slightly, the ache in his chest growing at your cruel words. In the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t you saying these things but seeing you, hearing you.   The words were like bullets and your mouth a gun.   “(Y/N).. I know this isn’t you.” Steve leaned out to hold you but as he did, you cried out in pain.   Blood began spilling from your arm where a deep cut had now formed. Steve flinched as he looked down at his own hands, did he do that? He looked back up at you, your expression scrunched up in agony.   Blood was spilling from your corner of your eyes, bat bites forming on your body before him, “You couldn’t protect her, you led her to me.” Vecna’s voice boomed. Your eyes locked together, your face now full of fear, eyes glassy from the freshly formed tears.   “Steve?” You squeaked.   Steve’s face softened slightly, thankful for your change in demeanour but this was short-lived as the floor began to open up behind you.   “(Y/N)!” Still holding eye contact with Steve, the tentacle wrapped itself around your ankle and threw you to the floor. It began dragging you across the rugged terrain, tightening against your skin.   Steve wasted no time running after you but it was impossible to match your pace. You were headed straight for a darker, more sinister looking gate that assembled ahead of him.   Just like Lover’s Lake.   Steve yelled your name as you yelled his. It was like a different type of torture for Steve to watch this happen a second time, being so out of reach.   And that was it, you disappeared through the gate. You whole body engulfed and dragged under. Steve forced his legs to keep going, the burning in his body fuelling his need to save you. His heart sunk as the gate came further into view, it wasn’t the standard gory looking gate.   It’s appearance was shaped like a pond, water filled to the rim. Vecna’s laugh boomed across the terrain as he taunted Steve with the memory of what happened at Lover’s Lake. He watched as the water bubbled, your screams coming from deep within the water.   “Fuck it.” Steve dived in after you, not a single care in his mind. Whether this was a dream or not, guilt radiated through him. His thoughts being plagued by the scene of your battered body laying lifeless in the upside down. The bats picking at your limbs, fresh blood painting the ground around them.   He could feel his brain splitting as the water cascaded around his body, pulling him under. His thoughts became distorted at what sensations were real and which ones were fabricated. That’s until his eyes shot open and it was just you. The only person he wanted to see at that point, staring back at him.

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Steve let out a pained gasp and collapsed backwards. You stumbled as you tried to prevent the fall, reaching out to Steve in haste.   “(Y/N), Is he okay?!” You heard Dustin yell from above. You looked up in panic, supporting Steve’s head as he laid lifeless on the trailer floor.   “I don’t know, I don’t know!” You shouted back up, brushing his hair out of his face, your fingers trembling. “Fuck Steve, what the hell is going on.” You whispered leaning down at his face, hiding your tears from the worried eyes above.   Your eyes shot open as you felt him fidget, which was then followed by a groan. Quickly, you wiped the tears escaping down your cheeks and gave him room to lean forward.   Dazed, he pulled himself up, with your help of course, “Steve, what the fuck, are you okay?” You blurted out in a quiet tone. His gaze landed on you, his eyes bloodshot.   “Yeah, yeah..” He murmured, lifting a hand up to his forehead. You looked up at the others, your face showing pure confusion.   Your eyes drifted to Steve’s once again, “Was it that Vecna guy?” You asked softly. He nodded, looking up at you. It felt different, as if he was staring through you, “What happened?” Steve briefly looked down, hesitating.   “He was there, saying things as if he was trying to dissect me.” You lightly touched his arm as a way of reassurance, “He was speaking about Nancy and then..” He paused, shaking his head, “I don’t know, it’s stupid. He’s just playing on my fears I think.” You took a deep breath and subtly pulled your hand away.   Your heart ached at the mention of Nancy, maybe you were being too naïve into thinking Steve could ever move on.   “Yeah, he’s probably just pissed off because we entered his sacred space and survived.” You joked, pushing yourself off the floor and helping Steve in the process.   You both looked up at the gate and sighed, “We aren’t out of here yet.” Steve commented tugging on the makeshift rope.   You rolled your torn up sleeves in anticipation, “Let’s not waste another second then.”

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part 2? lol of course I am looking at making a part 2! this was written at work when I had any free time, this has been in progress ever since season 4 was release D: hopefully the next chapter doesn’t take that long but unfortunately I cannot promise anything, thank you for reading <3

[random-person10]

Heartbreak High

The new one, not the old one.

This show has always managed to confuse me and I don't know if it's an Australian thing or a writer's thing. I'm pretty sure it's the former coz it happens every time I watch anything Australian.

But this season was even more confusing than the first. Like in the first season, it was chaotic to me how everyone ended up fucking almost everyone, I could not guess who was going to get together at fucking all. All it took is for these fuckers to make 4-second eye-contact and BAM sex, get a grip. Ig teenagers are actually like that and I'm just a loser. Anywho, this season, the only thing that confused me was Rowan's whole character arc.

Let me break this down:

He said that when he came to Hartley High, he was just ready to move on from his brother's death, or maybe he wanted to move on in Dubbo, I dunno I kind of didn't pay attention. But like, he started killing birds and terrorizing Amerie with them on the first fucking day of being there, because she didn't remember him?

This motherfucker went into the forest, while Ant was busy threatening to cut his dick off, killed a bird, and put it on her bag? Sorry but how fast does this man act? What a machine.

Then he dated her ex-boyfriend? For what reason? Was it strategic? I still haven't figured that one out yet. Like sure it'll make Amerie jealous but he seemed genuinely into him so I don't think that's it. Actually, thinking about it now, Malakai is hot and Rowan was all "forget Amerie" or whatever so that bit does make sense tbh. I cried when they broke up go away, imagine the person you're dating calls u by their ex's name? ugh sad

Then after breaking up with Malakai and getting his heart savagely broken, he just starts dating Amerie? At first, I assumed that was because he planned to hurt her emotions, but he literally spoke about her to 'Jett' like he was into her, so that confused me. I thought he hated her?

Like bro seemed to not have a plan. I know he's not mentally stable and all that but like what was going on in his mind? He's trying to ruin her life, but also likes her, but also thinks she murdered his brother.

And why did he tell Malakai to fuck off when he started dating Amerie? Like was that genuine possessiveness or was that part of the plan? (My little brain was like "awe he wants to protect Malakai from whatever he has planned at that dance so he's telling him to go away, cutee he still likes him" but I'm delulu so ignore that)

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF

His delusions just vanished with Amerie saying: "he died because he loved you" and a clip of Jett not being a part of Rowan's hallucination anymore... like excuse me, I need a clip of this man going to a therapist and actually acknowledging his schizophrenia, not whatever this form of fucking 'closure' is.

It was so half-arsed, it made me mad.

Man, I genuinely liked the guy, but it seemed like they created his plot 4 episodes into the season. Nothing linked.

Still was very obsessed with the show tho. The sarcasm and the sibling vibes were very entertaining. STILL THE PLOT MAKES VERY LITTLE SENSE. But, again I'm very bad at paying attention so I might've got it all wrong.

Side note: the principal's dog (Joan of Arc) with her little fuchsia-coloured vest were the highlight of this show for me, isn't that kinda sad? There is a scene where the principal is talking to Cash, and Joan is facing the opposite direction and I laughed at that for like 30 minutes, tragic.

[oceanlifeenthusiast]

"It's coming."

OOC: little horror-type short story 4 Lovecraft!! Also Steinbeck too

Eeenjoy :3 no bad tws like gore but someones arm was crushed

The radio makes sounds of static. The room is lit dimly by a lantern. There had been some suspicions around the forest of the city growing. People had been going missing, as if they never existed in the first place. Perhaps kidnappings, but some assumed it could have been more sinister. Something supernatural.

What a bluff. Sure, ability users these days were terrifying, of course, but nothing the Armed Detective Agency couldn't handle. They just have to bring that detective to the forest and he'll probably figure it out eventually.

"Hello? Hello, can anyone hear me?"

Sounds from the radio. Despite getting no answer- and not allowing to be given one- the voice continued to talk, sounding like a young man.

"There's more suspicions going around that forest. I- I don't know what's going on but... I don't think it's an ability,"

He sighed. You took a small stool and sat down by the radio, taking out a notepad and a pen. Any leads on the situation would help tons. You clicked the pen and moved the lantern near the notepad so you could actually see what you were writing.

"There's this friend I had, went into the forest to see what was going on. Had a small cabin and everything."

Hey, kind of like you.

"Came back from the mission early. He looked crazy, man. His arm was crushed and everything."

A shiver runs down your spine. Right, that isn't making it harder to stay in this dimly lit cabin in the middle of the forest at all. Why did you even take this job? The money seemed so promising, though... and nothing scary had happened. Yet. So, you continued to listen.

"I haven't spoken to him yet, but I heard from word around. He said the trees had come to life. Isn't that crazy? I mean- the trees, coming alive to kill you? It's absolutely insane!"

You write that down.

"He said something that the vines were going to crush him and that his arm was broken by some vine."

You write that down, too. Based on all the information you had, it must have been an ability user. You sigh, pushing the notepad away.

"That's not the creepiest part, though."

You stop. You take a glance at the radio, and pick up your pen again.

"That ability user can't be the only thing in the forest, man. Whoever it is, they're working for someone, I know it."

You start scribbling down notes.

"I've seen him. If- if you can even call that thing 'him'? I've been trying to tell people but they all tell me I'm just paranoid! I've seen that thing! Near the water, just... standing there, looking at me. It looked human but it couldn't have been."

Not human? Well, an ability changing someone's appearance isn't new, but... not human at all? You stop writing. For some reason, it feels like you should stop altogether. You aren't sure why.

"It was- tall... and had a longer neck, with wide eyes and no pupils or even irises... I tried to shoot it, but it didn't even faze it! As soon as it started moving, I ran from that fucker as soon as I could and got to my car."

You look at the radio.

"I'm scared, man. Maybe I'm just being paranoid but I swear that thing wasn't what it seemed to be."

You slowly get up from the chair.

"I don't know what it is... or if it even has a name..."

You shove the notepad in your bag.

"It's coming."

You shove everything you need in your bag.

"I know it is."

You take the lantern with you. Throwing open the door to the cabin, you run, run as fast as you can. You leave the lantern on the ground at some point. You might attract hungry animals, or worse.

You keep running. You're careful not to step on any roots or go into places with more trees. You run, and run, and run down the path, almost tripping on a few rocks and stumbling over your feet.

Before you know it, it's over.

You're outside the forest, near your car. Shuffling in your bag for your keys, you let out a sigh of relief once you realize they're in there. Thank God you didn't forget them while shoving everything in your bag.

While driving, everything feels safer. That panic is now more or less a sense of dread rather than fear. Maybe both, you supposed.

You could have sworn you saw that thing watching you start your car, though.

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Live-Blog Part 6

(b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b Today was all about Quests!!!!

My Courier FINALLY figured out how she wanted to use the HELIOS One and decided to equally distribute the power to everyone.

I forgot to mention before the Honest Hearts DLC I recruited Toby's boy Arcade Gannon! The way he deflects is really funny but I hope OPENS UP ALREADY!!! So I can unlock his Quest soon.

Since it was possibly Ulysses who left ED-E for me I decided to finish the ED-E My Love Quest 👀. I didn't realize this until after I killed The Brotherhood of Steel but A LOT of ways to unlock ED-E's Log 2 File was through them. Whoops no regrets.

ヾ( ^∀^ )ﾉ Luckily on accident I spoke with a random NCR solider in the HELIOS One who activated it!

Not long afterwards I was contacted by a member of the Followers of the Apocalypse named April Mortimer.

The developers forgot to change her dialogue if you kill the Brotherhood of Steel beforehand because she says, "I monitored a communication earlier between you and someone with the Brotherhood of Steel."

Which did NOT happen. My Courier is the LAST person they'd want to communicate with.

Anyway I met up with her and she took ED-E to do some upgrades. (っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っFelt like I was dropping my kid off at Daycare.

Anyway while ED-E got upgraded I finally worked on helping Freesideヽ(ˇ∀ˇ )ゞ!!!

I helped Bill Ronnie with his alcoholism and Jacob Hoff kick his addiction to chems. From there I resolves the conflict between the King and the NCR. (¬_¬ ) Pacer SUCCCCKKKKKKKSSS and I don't understand why The King hasn't punished him for his outlandish behavior.

(ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ Since I helped so much The King let me be the first female to EVER join their group ☆!!!

I don't think this was intentional but for some reason The King had members of his group stop me EIGHT times while in Freeside to give me a gift. The gifts ranging from Stimpacks to Banana Yucca Fruit.

I then worked on some Quests for the Atomic Tango like collecting debts. ( ^_^)ゞ Except I got kinda lazy, lied and paid off two of the three people's debts. They want me to kill someone in The Strip but I'm not sure if I'm going to do that.

I then met a Ghoul comedian named Hadrian who ROASTED ME!!!!

I'm not kidding the first time he talks to you it's like this: https://youtube.com/shorts/xevZB9tAoBY?si=RZVuMHtKUJ_2QpzY

To be fair he thought I was the heckler hired to spice up his shows. In the end I helped him get out of his contract, hired him at The Tops and got a free performance!!

I then worked on the Wang Dang Atomic Tango Quest. I need to recruit three adult performers. Getting Santiago to join was easy because he was the person whose debt I collected. From there I recruited that cool Cowboy Ghoul Beatrix Russell who was working for the Followers of the Apocalypse.

Then last . . . I needed to create a sexbot.

MY POOR COURIER GOT UNINTENTIONALLY FLAMMED DURING THIS QUEST LMAO!!!!!

My Courier: "Yeah what kind of weirdos would want to have sex with a robot . . ."

After creating Fisto the sexbot (whose services I reject). I delivered him to James Garret AND THIS GUY ACTS LIKE A KID IN A CANDY STORE!!!!!!

He's wayyyyyyy too excited for someone who TOTALLY doesn't have a disgusting robot fetish. Talking about he's been looking one for YEARS and word for word, "Imagine the possibilities! It didn't happen to come with an owner's manual, did it? Aw, forgot it- trial and error should do it.

HE'S ALSO A ROBOT FUCKER!!!!!!

My Courier currently has a crush on Yes Man but they aren't actually together (yet). I like to imagine while away during the Old World Blues and Honest Hearts DLCS she thinks about him a lot.

It's only when she returns and sees him for the first time it hits her like, "oh." I like him more as more than a friend. You know how time apart makes the heart grow fonder? Yeah ANWAY SHE TAKES A PAGE OUT OF DR. BOROUS' BOOK AND IMMEDIATELY BURIES IT SINCE NOWS NOT THE TIME!!!!!

My Courier: "It's not healthy for me to bury my guilt and feelings over what I did to the Khans *has crush on Yes Man* BURY THAT!!! BURY THAT!!!!"

Also I paid James Garret the robot lover to raise my reputation so I went from being liked to idolized.

I mentioned in an earlier post that before turning over the evidence of Alice McLafferty and the Silver Rush to Jackson at Mojave Outpost I wanted to work on some of their Quests. So I knocked out a bunch of them. You Can Depend on Me (excluding Running off the Runners) and the Pressing Matters for Alice.

Afterwards I did the Bird of a Feather for the Silver Rush. Helping until I received an order to Bring Cass to Jean-Baptiste . . .

She was with me when he asked LOL.

They'll kill her if I point that out so we left, went to Mojave Outpost and reported what they were doing. Since I only imagined my Courier and Cass teaming up to resolve this issue afterwards they had a drink together (my Courier doesn't drink alcohol but Cass does) before parting ways for good.

I didn't mention this earlier but when killing the Khans FOR SOME REASON a random Powder Ganger member was there??!!

No idea why he was at Red Rock Canyon but when killing the Khans I accidentally killed him.

This caused me to be Vilified by the Powder Gangers.

I didn't think it was a big deal because I assumed if I rescued the Powder Gangers from the Legion (who didn't see me because I used a Stealth Boy), convinced Chavez to leave and dealt with Cooke in Vault 19 I'd be fine.

WRONG!!!! No matter what I do the Powder Gangers will attack me. So my Courier gained a bunch of good Karma killing them all.

I like to imagine that they figured out my Courier killed the Fiends and assumed she'd come for them. Especially with the whole conflict between Goodsprings and the Powder Gangers that happened. Which is why they became so hostile since A RANDOM POWDER GANGER BEING WITH THE KHANS MAKES NO SENSE!!!

She actually considered MAYBE giving them a chance to redeem themselves but once they attacked first it was all over.

Part 1-5 and DLCs below:

In Order:

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/738944610851864576/i-spent-a-majority-of-my-time-exploring-the-top?source=share

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739188768511229952/finally-leaving-the-strip-i-worked-on-a-quest?source=share

Part 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739399214287749120/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-i-was-looking-at-a?source=share

Part 4:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739493595514634240/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-i-went-on-a?source=share

Old World Blues DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/739827733183512576/i-loved-this-dlc-so-much?source=share

Honest Hearts DLC:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740006126331035648/fallout-new-vegas-honest-hearts-dlc-%E3%82%9E-after?source=share

Part 5:

https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/740067783848640512/fallout-new-vegas-live-blog-part-4-since-i?source=share

[peppermintquartz]

Twisted Metal (TV series) AU, pro wrestler kayfabe personas

Violence, fluff, Joestafa (except it's also Sweet Tooth)

Look, it's me. If there's Joe, imma write Joestafa one way or another.

Title to be decided. Tentatively "Under the Mask".

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Mustafa stops only when he hears the change in sound from the crunch of bone to the sticky-wet slap of flesh. Then he steps back, every joint and muscle aching, and sees what he's done to Agent McFuckface.

With a grunt he slams the hammer in his hand into the dead agent's skull and leaves it there.

As he's catching his breath and trying to work out where to go next, he hears applause behind him. Whirling around, Mustafa sees Death coming towards him.

Well, a huge machete-wielding man in a chest harness and white pants with red dots who's wearing a clown mask that has orange hair sticking out the sides is close to being the embodiment of Death as makes no difference, really.

"That was intense! You looked like you really worked through your issues," the clown says.

Mustafa shrugs. "Some of them."

The clown approaches. If Mustafa were less drained of emotion after beating in the face of the last of his pursuers, he'd be afraid. As it is, he's thinking if the clown will chop his head off immediately or just remove his limbs one by one. Both would suck, except one would suck less.

"Look, man, if you're gonna kill me, I'd appreciate a quick death," Mustafa says.

Despite the mask, the clown looks offended. "Kill you? Why would I do that?"

Mustafa raises an eyebrow and points at the blood-stained machete in the other man's hand.

"Oh, this? Don't worry about it. I am not killing someone who's just put on a passionate and focused performance. It was stunning!" He tilts his head and, through the eyeholes, he winks. "Get it? Stunning?"

Mustafa glances at Agent McShithead. He chuckles. "Yeah. Took his breath right away."

The clown laughs uproariously. "I like you! You're funny!" Suddenly the machete swings through the air, right towards Mustafa's neck.

It stops before the blade breaks skin.

Mustafa glances down, then his gaze follows the weapon all the way along to the massive arm and trails up to the clown's masked face. "That was fucking impressive, man. That control."

"You didn't even flinch." The clown sounds different now, almost serious. "Most people would've flinched. Or screamed. I've heard so much screaming."

"You said you wouldn't kill someone who put on a stunning performance. And you said you like me."

"I could've been lying."

"A guy like you? Nah. You have no need to lie." Mustafa spits on the dead agent. "Fuckers like him and his boss lie."

The clown lowers the machete and tilts his head quizzically. "You sound like you got a story."

"You wanna hear it? I don't wanna bore ya."

"Hmmm. I'm trying to come up with a new play. My previous one was a flop." The clown stares at Mustafa. "Maybe I can use some inspiration..."

Mustafa waits. He has nothing else to do, anyway. He can't go back east to Topeka, take out a sharp implement, and ram it through Agent Stone's head the way he wants to. He remembers the way his mom had looked at where he was hiding just before-

"Alrighty then! How about you come with me to my place, I'll treat you to some white tiger steaks, and you can share all about how you got to the point of beating a man's brains in over a dinner." The clown holds up both hands. "I'm not trying to get in your pants, just so we're clear. I am a gentleman."

"Pity," Mustafa quips, offering a small smile. "Food sounds good. Lead the way."

The clown's voice seems to hold a smile. "By the way, I'm Sweet Tooth."

"Mustafa."

"Like the Lion King?"

"No, that's Mufasa. M-U-S-T-A-F-A. Mustafa."

The clown - Sweet Tooth - tries the name out a couple of times as they walk, and finally gets the right inflection. Then he points to a burnt shell of a hotel, with the word "RAGE" left on the wall. "Home sweet home."

Mustafa stares. Then he shrugs again and sticks his hands in his pockets. "You got a shower in there, Sweet Tooth?"

[sneaky-or-luckyfox]

How To Turn A Bad Day Into A Good Night

Ghost x oc

So I am writing a Cod fanfic with an oc I made, and sometimes, if an idea comes to me, I'll write it down and focus on that for a while, but this... is too cute and wholesome not to share...despite ghost almost beating someone to death and even if it not finished

My OC's name is Crow, and she has a crow named Loki. That's all you need to know about her for now :)

Also, one more side note I've never shared anything like this kind of stuff yet, so I don't know if people will like it, so I am gonna be nervous? and sorry, one more thing I know no one gonna give a fuck about this, but I am Disxelict... :| I have a thing that makes it so I mix up letters and shit! NOW READ! and enjoy <3

Crow was racing to find someone, anyone. She had tears running down her face, and some bullies took her mask. Ghost and Price were walking down the hallway. They both saw her running ahead. Ghost caught her as she was running past “Crow, why are you crying,” Price asked “And where’s your mask” Ghost asked. Crow still crying and trying to catch her breath “They…called me names and…and told me I wasn’t *sniff* good enough to be here. Th-th..then they ripped my mask off my face and passed it around to one another while I tried to get it back” “WHO!?” Ghost asked, getting angry. “Ghost calm down Crow is already worked up we need to calm her-” Ghost was gone.  “down” Crow was still crying. Price sighed and looked at Crow. “Wanna hug kiddo” Crow nodded as she whipped a tier from her eye. Price gave her a hug. Crow mumbled something into his shoulder. What? She looked up at him and said up? *Sniff* please?  Price looked down at her.  She was like a child looking up at her father for comfort. He gave in and picked her up. Gave in and picked her up and brought her to her room. He set her on her bed and set her down and he sat next to her. “Are you feeling better kiddo?” She whipped another tier from her face “I guess” Crow said. The new rookies are rude. She whispered. Wait, the new Recruits did this. Price said. Crow nodded with a whine.  Price rubbed his face and looked up and said “Typical Recruits” know stay here while I go find Ghost before that poor soul gets killed by that lad. Crow flopped her head on her pillow and gave a thumbs up. 

When Crow explained what happened to her, Ghost wanted to teach those new recruits a lesson for hurting his sweet little angels. Ghost’s eyes burned with rage as he walked down the hallway. He was like an angry demon after hearing some demon clip her wings. As Ghost was walking down the hallway Soap and Gaz were coming into the barracks. Move Ghost said to them, and they did. Ghost was going on Soap asked, “Some Rookie were being rude to Crow and took her mask.” Soap and Gaz looked at each other as the ghost left them. 20 bucks say Ghost beats the crap of the rookie who took Crow’s mask Gaz said with a smile. Soap gave Gaz a look. “Gaz…I am not gonna make a bet with you that I know I’ll lose. Also, this is Ghost we’re talking about of course he is gonna win.”  

Ghost found a group of rookies, one was waving Crow’s mask around like he just won a game. “Hey rookie, where'd you get that mask?” “Some chick, why do you care” Some of the other rookies were getting scared “Dude that’s Lieutenants Riley aka Ghost.” One guy whispered to the guy with the mask. “Just because he wears a dumb skull mask doesn’t mean he's better than everyone here.” “That's not why I wear the mask you fucking bastard give me that mask you have there.” Ghost was trying to resolve this peacefully but the urge to punch this fucker was getting very close to happening. “And if I don't," the rookie said with a smirk. “You’re gonna regret crossing paths with me, " Ghost said. 

“Hmm… whoops,” he said dropping the masked ghost watch as it dropped to the floor it didn’t break but the mask got a chip in it. Ghost picked it up and noticed Gaz and Soap behind him turned to them. “Soap holds this for me will ya.” Soap looked at him and asked, "What are you gonna do?” knowing what was about to happen, the Ghost took a deep breath “WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE FROM THE START.” Ghost said, turning as he landed a punch on this guy. Now a circle started to form around them as they fought. Soap and Gaz heard a sigh behind them. 

“Da- captain aren’t you gonna do something like break them up.” Gaz said looking between the fight and Price. “I should but…that rookie had it coming though. But I am also wanting to see if Ghost is gonna stop or beat him till he’s dead.” If he does the second one I will. Soap felt a tug on his shirt “Hmm? Oh! hey, Crow you alright?” Crow had grabbed a gator that she used to wear  She didn’t say anything, just looked at her mask and back up at Soap “Oh, right here Ghost got it back for ya,” she looked up from her hands to Soap and softly said, "Where is he?” 

 “Where do you think he is, kiddo?” Price said.  she looked towards the middle of the circle. He was beating up that guy you started making fun of her and took her mask. She watched as he did. Ghost caught a glimpse of her look, he then looked rookie and dropped him, and walked away towards her. 

Price's eyes followed Ghost, he could help but smirk at him. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Crow left while Price had some bring that poor soul to the nurse and talk to the rookies about what happened before the fight and after the fight. 

They went to Crow’s room. She put her mask on her desk and curled up in a ball on her bed. Ghost sat down in her bed and scooped back to the wall next to her. Gaz took her chair at her desk and sat down on it backward, and Soap sat on the floor. Gaz was playing music thru Crow’s speaker while Ghost had started rubbing Crow’s back while Soap held her hand. She wanted to hold someone's hand and Soap’s hand was the one she grabbed. “Hey, there’s a carnival in town, and we get in free. It might be fun,” Gaz said Crow sat up when she heard carnival. I love Carnival! She said, letting go of Soap’s hand. That could be fun, I’m in. Soap said. I guess I’ll come, Ghost said, “Prices came into the room Ghost I wanna talk to you.”

Everyone watched as Ghost got up and left with Price. They left and the others just stayed in silence, until Gaz said, “So the carnival is a yes for everyone.” Soap and Crow nodded then Loki flew and landed next to her. She started to pet the crow. 

After a while, Price came back with Ghost. Ghost sat back down in his spot. Price leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. “I heard you lot are going to the carnival in town. Mind if I join?” He asked. Sure said Gaz as everyone side-eyed Ghost.

If you want more I’ll give ya more just need to know if others like it too!

[bestfictionalplant]

Round 1, Group 6

Propaganda and spoilers under cut

Undergrowth: A gigantic plant monster ghost from the Ghost Zone, he wants to enslave humanity due to their destruction of nature and turn the Earth into a giant jungle paradise. He uses his mind controlling vines to enslave the citizens of Amity park. Her refers to the all the plants as his children and Danny's friend Sam, due to her being a vegetarian and environmental activist, gets special treatment among his mind controlled slaves as his "daughter", even dressing her up in a poison ivy-eque outfit and granting her similar powers to his own. Danny was only able to defeat Undergrowth after mastering his Ice Powers.  Despite hating humanity, he does not want Earth to be destroyed, and is therefore one of the many former villains that help Danny save the planet from the giant asteroid in the series finale. 

Karzahni: in the time before time, when the evil mayor impersonator makuta was planning his plan to get the little robot meat guys in their little memory-erasing containers and before he'd impersonated the mayor (i think; don't quote me; i am Not Good at the timeline) he was like "hey i should make a plant that will force these four-foot fuckers towards the big sports and politics stadium under threat of murder so i can easily get my bastard robot cops to force them into the amnesia balls" and then he made karzahni. who was too smart and cool and powerful. so he did not get deployed. he is named after the legendary Lego Hell and Lego Satan where Bad And Naughty Disabled Robots Go For "Repairs" And Never Return. it's expensive to copyright names. they had to double up on occasion. or triple up. or quadruple up. anyway so evil mayor impersonator who is also ANOTHER Lego Satan but that's besides the point, creates this plant. but the plant is too smart. so he puts it somewhere and forgets about it and makes the morbuzakh NEW PARAGRAPH anyway so basically most creatures in this universe are immortal bar murder and fucked-up circumstances. no old age, basically. but this plant has one, because Bionicle Satan (Not Karzahni) makes his shit with limited lifespans so they can't wait for ten thousand years gathering their power and then kill-murder him to death. six big robot meat superheroes fight a fucking big monster in a tunnel. the cool smart one who used to be a teacher gets poisoned. but because karzahni (plant) is so fucking cool it can make an antidote. and it holds the antidote hostage in exchange for Cool Oil, which is oil from the apocalypse planet where the robot meat guys' creators are from, but they fracked too hard and split the planet into three pieces so that's a bit fucked-up and yet besides the point. anyway they get the magic juice and give it to karzahni (plant). previously in the story (but later in the timeline; this is a TWO-YEAR FLASHBACK EPISODE BABY) some other robot meat superheroes took a dunk in this cool fucking water and got mega-boosted powers. super-superheroes. but that's because god exists and has predetermined what can happen in each individual's life. those guys got Good Results From Applied Goo. karzahni (plant) does not. it just fucking. dies. it is then chopped up to make some lorries float so they can take the amnesiac sphere guys up to a cool new island they found, because their old island got FUCKING WRECKED NEW PARAGRAPH anyway a cutting of karzahni survived (known as karzahni ii) with all the memories and shit of the real one and just sort of goes. FINE. i will join you, Lego Satan (not karzahni but the evil mayor impersonator) in gaslighting this mentally ill man into thinking he's short and his life is a lie in order to get the time travel device he made out of some magic fucking frisbees. karzahni took on the role of the morbuzakh. then the guy's like "this is bullshit" and gets thrown off a cliff but Karzahni II catches him and goes "hey. everything's alright. i tortured and killed a guy and he said you're doing good and everything is gonna be okay" and then the evil mayor impersonator (who by this point has not been impersonating the mayor for like. at least a week?) kills it. again. for real this time

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

Part 3 of this pirate au that has yet to have name

WARNING: hanging

-Mush woke first, he could hear people from the window, looking up he saw the gallows getting put up

-He began to panic and Blink just opened his eyes and the door opened

-Mush screamed at them but was held back, Blink tried to fight them and the from lastnight made him look scarier but he was still too week

-Mush cried out for them and lost all hope after hearing the door click shut

-More people gathered around and Mush couldn't bring himself to look, it was only when he heard his name being called

-It was Katherine! And he yelled for her as she came running down the hall with a red head and a lean looking guy

-after opening the door "Mush no time to explain how I got here but we gotta go, this is Albert and Finch there friends of Kid Blink"

-Mush just nodded but it wasn't like he heard her, well he did but the main thing was to get out of here

-So they ran past a few guards and out to some new people Mush never seen before, he guessed it was more of Blinks friends

-The one with the red bandanna came forwarded and introduced himself as Jack Kelly and his partner David and his sister Sarah along with others named Tommy Boy, Buttons, Elmer, Romeo, Snoddy, Snitch, and Henry

-They quickly made a plan and got into places

-Elmer, Romeo, Tommy Boy, and Henry were up top ready with bow and arrows (istg i love robbin hood so much fight me) Albert, Finch, David, and Katherine where in the back, then Jack, Sarah, Snoddy, and Snitch were up front

-Mush was told to stay behind with Buttons but he just couldn't, I mean neither could Buttons because if he loses Elmer he was gonna kill Jack Kelly

-So they took the middle and watched as Blink was dragged to the guillotine

-His face was stained with long blood strips and even Mush could tell his his bad eye was hurt, the clothes he worn looked like rags with blood stains, they had used a knife earlier

-"People of my kingdom, I gather you here today to witness...Me getting money" Pulitzer smirks

-Mush rolls his eyes and notices Spot with a rope around his neck and Race who he met a few times along with the rest of Blinks crew

-"You see I caught the horrible pirate Kid Blink" Pulitzer kicks Blinks head, a groan could be heard as he tries to move out of the wood

-"And now we're killing him, in order to protect my wonderful citizens" he walks over to Blink and grabs a fist full of hair, "any last words"

-"I'm not a pirate! I give people money that I steel because fuckers like you steal all the townsfolk money!" he then spits on Pulitzer

-Pulitzer yells and shoves Blinks head down harshly, he then gives the single and the blade is dropped but it didn't kill

-Pulitzer turns around to see some girl was holding the rope that had the blade and one foot was raised from stepping on the guard she threw down

-"Wanna try that again, bitch"

-Chaos then erupted, there are multiple screams as the townsfolk run away, Pulitzer is in shock

-Sarah grabbes the keys from the guard and unlocked the wooden board before Pulitzer grabbed her but an arrow flew right into his hand dropping Sarah

-David rushes over and tries to stab Pulitzer but he's quick and there now in a fight

-Sarah finishes getting Blink out and she tries to get him to safety but Blink wants to fight so he did

-Mush and Katherine get Race and Spot not before Spot choked a little, while Mush almost got stabbed in the back, he kicked the stool over while trying to get away

-Katherine gets the guy herself and quickly help Spot who into returns to yell at them for almost killing him

-They also get the rest of the crew down

-"ELMER TO YOUR LEFT!" Buttons called out apon seeing guard coming at him

-They weren't gonna last and everyone knew that so Tommy Boy took the chance and shot an arrow at Pulitzer, right through the heart

- Everyone kinda stopped to watch the great king fall into the guillotine and get sliced

- A few threw up, most looked away but Katherine walked over and closed his eyes for him, he didn't deserve that she knew but she had to give him at least something he semi rais her (not me self projecting at the end)

-The guards went away being scared off by what just happened

-Blink looked for Mush who was no where to be seen, he called out for him but he didn't respond everyone did a double take and then they saw Mush crawling out from a few people who are dead

-Blink dragged him out with a scream, Buttons came over to check him, Blink whispered words to him "Mush please, Mush please don't die"

-"Never" he whispered back

-Buttons informed him Mush was gonna live if he could stop the bleeding, he got stabbed but not in a crucial area but he was still loosing lots of blood

-They all put there hands to stop the blood and Buttons bandage him tightly so they could get on the ship

-Doing a quick headcount they all made there way to the boat

-"Wait! " someone called out, Jack turned around sword raised "Thank you" all of them were stunned then a woman came out "Katherine will you run for Queen"

-Katherine thought it over "Maybe, but right now not ever"

- She just wanted to get away, and her answer was all truth but for now not ever did she want to see this place again

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