[pengosolvent]

this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry it’s  just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really

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[metal-dads]

What if it wasn't Eddie who almost dies, but Steve.

Eddie and Dustin are in the trailer, bats running into the sides and scratching at the vent. "Go. now." Eddie tells Dustin as he nudges him towards the sheet-rope. "But what about you!" "Not until you're safe!" Dustin makes it halfway up the rope when the bats suddenly stop.  It's quiet in the trailer for a full five seconds. "Did...did they get him?" Dustin scrambles for the nearby walkie-talkie. "Steve, Come in. over."  There's static but no answer.  "Nance, Robin. over."  There were a few more seconds of static and then, "H- Help!  Steve... Vecna got Steve." Robin's voice crackled through the walkie, panicked.  Eddie and Dustin stared at each other for a second, Dustin’s "don't worry Steve, you can be the hero."  bouncing around both of their heads.

Then they were both moving, Dustin yelling into the walkie as they ran. "We're coming, We're coming!" Steve had a hole in his side the size of a baseball. When they got there, Nancy was doing triage, Robin trying to help through her panic.  Steve was unconscious. "He's got a pulse, but he won't respond." "We gotta get him out of here." Eddie said. "Is it OK for me to lift him?" "It's gonna have to be,"  Nancy said. "Gonna have to put him on my back, I can't carry him in front." Between Eddie and Nancy they, as gently as they could, maneuvered Steve onto Eddie's back and they immediately started for the gate. Eddie lungs were burning, his legs were on fire, he could feel Steve's blood running down his back and his leg. Fuck, Steve was going to die in his arms. They hefted him through the gate, Nancy checking his pulse every five seconds. Steve was still there, Still hanging on. Eddie jumped into the driver's seat of the RV once Steve was laid on the couch.  crossed the wires again and started driving. When they got to the hospital Eddie pulled Steve onto his back again and ran him through the hospital doors. Still alive by some miracle.

That was two days ago.  Steve was stable enough now to be moved into a room where he could have visitors, but he was still unconscious. They were only allowed in two at a time, so Eddie let the kids, Nancy, and Robin go in first.  Then it was his turn. He went in by himself.  The nurses said to talk to him, that he could hear what they said. "Hey, Harrington," Eddie said, sitting down next to the bed. "Glad you're alive, man, but it would be great if you woke up," Eddie listened to the machines beep, watched Steve's way too still body. "They tell me you tackled Vecna," Eddie looked down at his hands. "You saved Max.  I know you saved Robin and Nancy.  Saved Dustin... Saved me," He was quiet again. "Don't be a hero."  Eddie scoffed. "Harrington if you wake up I'm gonna kick your ass."  Eddie bit his lip to keep it from trembling, something akin to grief washing over him. For the rest of the time he was quiet, not knowing what to say, thinking if he spoke, he might start crying. He kept coming back almost every day, everyone did. But Eddie didn't know what to say or to think even. He was way more effected by Steve than he thought he would be. Turns out no matter how much trauma you've dealt with, it doesn't get easier. He spent evenings at the hospital with Robin.  They would talk to each other across Steve's bed. Robin told him about the Russians. Eddie talked about the kids. Robin came out to Eddie. "Does Steve know?" Eddie asked. "He's one of the first people I ever told." "How did he..." "Couldn't have been nicer about it," She said, looking over at Steve's face.  She looked lost, like she was drowning. "I'm gay," Eddie blurted out.  Her head whipped back around to him.  "Very gay," Eddie added.  She stared at him, processing what he said before a smile broke over her face and she stuck her hand over the bed. "It's very nice to meet you, Eddie Munson." Eddie laughed at than before shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you too, Buckley."  Eddie replied. When he wasn't there with someone, he read.  He had a copy of The Fellowship of the Ring that he always brought along. Sometimes he would read sections to Steve when he couldn't think of anything to say. Sometimes he would just talk.  Say whatever he wanted to Steve.  "You know I meant what I said in that fucking hell dimension, Stevie.  You really are changed.  You are not king Steve anymore..." He watched Steve's face.  He thought back to everything Steve did in the Upside Down, how much he cared for the kids, how much of a friend Robin said he had become. Eddie didn't realize he could grow feelings for someone when they were in a coma.  It scared him. Eddie had never had a boyfriend. Never dated. Never even developed feelings for a hookup. He was starting to think maybe he wasn't wired for it, but now he was thinking maybe being gay in a small town was really stunting his growth. Now Steve Harrington was pushing under his skin... and he wasn't even cognizant. Shit, Eddie didn't even know if he and Steve were possible. Sure, Steve had been alright with Robin, but that didn't mean he was gay himself. Eddie took a deep breath. "Look, Harrington, I don't know if you can hear me but..."   He stopped short.  What, was he going to confess his feelings to a man in a coma?  He reached up and grabbed Steve's hand. "Please wake up.  Please."  Eddie whispered.

It became ritual. Before he left every night, he would hold Steve's hand and quietly say "Please wake up, Harrington, please."  Robin had been there one night when he did it and she nearly cried. Over time it morphed. "Steve please wake up, we need you."  "Please wake up, Robin looks like she hasn't slept in weeks."  "I haven't seen Dustin smile in days, Harrington, wake up." Until finally one night "Steve... please wake up.  You can't just... give me these feelings and then skip out. Please."  Eddie stares at Steve's face, letting it sink in that he finally confessed, and then gets up to leave, still holding Steve's hand for a second longer. Steve fingers tightened around his.  Eddie stared at Steve's hand. Did he really...? "Steve?"  Eddie asked tentatively and the fingers tightened again. holy shit! "Steve!  Oh... shit. Hold on sweetheart I'm gonna get a nurse. Hold on."  Eddie burst out into the hallway.  "I need a nurse!  He's awake! help!" he was kicked out of the room as three nurses and a doctor huddled around Steve's bed.  Eddie found the payphone and called Robin and then Dustin. Ten minutes later everyone was showing up. Max with her crutches, Dustin who looked like had had been crying, Robin with the biggest smile on her face. They couldn't go in, not for a long time, but then finally, two by two, they were allowed back in. Eddie was last again. "Hey, Harrington." “Eddie,” Came Steve’s weak reply. “Glad you’re finally awake,” Eddie said, sitting in a chair next to the bed. “I know… I heard you begging,” Steve said, voice a hoarse whisper. “I was not begging, Harrington,” Eddie retaliated, though he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.  “I was making urgent requests. There’s a difference.” “Still heard you,” Steve said. “All… All of it?”  Eddie finally asked. “Not sure.  Heard something about feelings though.”  Steve said, the ghost of a wicked smile on his lips. “You’ve been awake for two hours and you’re already hitting on me? I’m gonna need you to slow down, Sweetheart.”  Steve’s smile just got bigger.  Eddie reached up and hooked two of his fingers into Steve’s. Steve’s fingers tightened around his. “Heard the part about kicking my ass too,” Steve said, voice so quiet Eddie had to read his lips to get most of it. “I promise that can be our first date as soon as you get out of here,” Eddie said. A little huff of air left Steve and Eddie assumed it was as close to a laugh that Steve could get.  “I should let you rest,” Eddie said, standing up, but Steve’s fingers tightened around his again. “Stay.”  Came Steve’s whispered request. “Yeah.  I’ll stay, Stevie,” Eddie said sitting back down. Ten minutes later Robin opened the door to Steve’s room to find Steve asleep and Eddie passed out in the chair next to him, head resting on the bed by Steve’s hip and their fingers tangled together. 

[attackon-jay]

So I’m sorry if this formatting is weird or trying to tack this on here doesn’t work well, I haven’t done this before but this one shot was beautiful and it did things to me so when I had ideas and someone commented about Steve’s perspective and @metal-dads said anyone else could take a shot, I decided to take mine lol I hope I didn’t butcher this and thank you so much for letting me post and be a part of this !

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Steve and Robin hang back while Nancy takes the lead with her modified shotgun, firing away at Vecna.

Vecna is taking serious damage but he’s not down for the count yet. The previous pellet rips through Vecna and stops him just before the window. As Nancy’s pulling back to reload there’s a rush of anger and power that flows through him. Nancy’s flung to the side and stopped to hang in the air, gasping for a breath and Robin soon joins her. From the middle, Steve watches in horror for 5 seconds. He gives himself only 5 seconds. He’s learned time is a luxury. So his eyes dart around for anything, any opening. Steve notices Vecna has nothing else to give, weakened and with both hands occupied he’s still vulnerable to that window. Steve surges forward. He tackles Vecna at his middle and crashes through the glass, straight down to the ground below.

While Steve does have Vecna breaking his fall, it’s not before Vecna brings his clawed hand to dig into Steve’s side on the way down. When they land it’s ugly and it knocks the wind out of Steve. He’s rolling off and yanking Vecna’s hand out with a scream he’s not sure actually made sound. Things get blurry for Steve after this. He remembers Vecna stirring and then Steve’s axe is back in his hand. He remembers a mix of red and black blood covering his hands before Robins soft and frightened face coming into view,

“Steve…? Are you-“ Steve collapses and he’s flashing in and out now. But he remembers Nancy and Robin were moving him hurriedly for the trailer gate. He remembers it hurts and he’s weak. He remembers Dustins voice on the walkie. He remembers being lifted and panicking from the pain. And finally, Steve remembers the smell that puts him at ease. The musk of old cigarettes and a little bit of mildew, thanks to Lovers Lake. It’s Eddie. He’s with Eddie. Steve no longer panics and then, Steve’s out.

Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing now. All of Steve’s senses are gone and have been but he’s aware now. He’s aware it’s all just black for him in his mind. He thinks this is it. For minutes, hours, maybe even days. Until he hears it, he hears him.

“Hey, Harrington. Glad you’re alive man…” Steve hasn’t heard this voice much, more in the last week or so than ever before, but he would recognize it anywhere. Eddie. He’d smile if he could.

“Don’t be a hero.” There’s a beat. “Harrington if you wake up I’m gonna kick your ass.” He’d laugh if he could now. Definitely Eddie. But Eddie leaves and everything’s dull again.

For a while, it’s all he can do is to listen. Listen to them all.

“Come on dingus, I know you’re still in there…right?” Robin makes him want to laugh and breaks his heart in the same sentences usually.

“Steve…you’ve gotta make it… there- there is no after without you…” Dustin just plain breaks his heart. He’s the one that makes Steve’s body scream to jolt awake the most. He wants to move, he wants to cry, he just wants to exist again. For them. It’s always been for them. But just like before, there’s nothing. Nothing but their voices.

“Steve?” And another beat. Steve can’t hear everything, “…come on butthead, I woke up… it’s your turn now.” Max complains to him, but he can hear it. Steve hears the tears that form in her eyes in the way that her words break off and fade. He wants to fix it all. He tries. He does. But all he can do is listen for now.

Steve begins to accept this might be his new forever. He’s trapped in his own consciousness, forced to listen to his friends and hang on to his own replies. It only makes him feel better when the others feel better and their words turn more encouraging in their visits to Steve. The promises of the more dull and not other dimensional adventures he has awaiting, the gifts he’ll be showered with, and one Steve wasn’t expecting, the feelings. Who knew you could fall for someone while you’re in a coma?

Steve now knows he can when he hears the words,

“I’m gay. Very gay.” Again that voice. And those words. Those words go straight to Steve’s heart which flutters. Steve knows what that flutter means and he feels hopeful all of a sudden. Not only is his body responding internally now but his own newfound feelings might not have been so silly like he thought after all. Why else would Eddie confide over Steve’s unconscious body? He can do this. With a boost of faith, Steve can remain here for as long as his body needs. But then Steve’s done. He’s gotta make it back. He knows the sentiment is shared when the last thing he always hears from that voice, the one he truly believes is guiding him home is always a plea. A gentle demand for him to wake up.

“I haven’t seen Dustin smile in days, Harrington, wake up…” Steve wants to frown. Dustin is always, Dustin. He’s all smiley, goofy, and radiant. Steve never wanted to be the reason that’s taken from him. So Steve tries something, anything. And all of a sudden a sensation hits his nose. Steve can smell again. He smells those old cigarettes that’s now mixed with some kind of cologne and a little bit of weed. It fades as Eddie leaves for the day but Steve still knows his smell and he wants to smile again. Slowly, Steve is making his way back. He’s making his way back to them.

He can feel now! Tonight, Steve can feel Eddie’s hand against his. It’s only ever so slightly bigger than his own and rougher, much rougher with more callouses than Steve. But there’s a strike of electricity that sets Steve’s blood ablaze and he just needs a push. One more little thing to make his heart want to complete the work his brain has started. Steve gets just that in the next words he hears,

“You can’t just… give me these feelings and then skip out. Please.” And Steve feels it then. He can feel his individual fingers wrapped in Eddie’s and finally, fucking finally, his body is one with him again. He tightens his own grip and holds Eddie’s hand back, squeezing weakly.

“Steve?” Of course it could have been a muscle twitch. Steve’s been out for far too long and he knows that now because Eddie doesn’t believe him. Steve wants to change that and so he squeezes again.

“Steve! Oh… shit. Hold on sweetheart I’m gonna get a nurse. Hold on.” And as Eddie leaves the room in a hurry, Steve can finally feel himself smile again.

‘Sweetheart, huh?’ Steve thinks. ‘I could get used to that…’

[cafedanslanuit]

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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[daryldixonn]

ok so i try to stay off of people’s gifests and not comment on them, but this really needs to be said because some of those scenes are being misrepresented.

negan was being all “sweet” to judy in the top left and bottom right gif because he was using her trying to terrorize carl. and also in the bottom right gif, he was threatening to kill her.

[naughtyneganjdm]

I’m going to be ridiculously polite and nice to you because I feel like you genuinely don’t know, but you are 100% wrong. Negan was never threatening to kill her. I suggest you go back to that episode and watch it over again. He was making a comment about killing Carl and Rick. He never once threatened Judith. So I think you may have to check your facts before you go ranting on people. 

Also, people get it. You don’t like Negan, but if someone genuinely likes Negan and Judith’s relationship, you really have no right to tell them how awful it is or how wrong it is. You have every right not to like it. You have every right not to like Negan, but I’ve seen you call Negan fans gremlins, I’ve seen you diss Negan and his fans in every way possible. There is a way to disagree with people and still be civil. I think that’s what a lot of people in the fandom forget. You can still be nice and not be mean to each other. 

You are valid to have a different opinion, but what you may see, others don’t have to see. Negan never told Judith he was going to kill her. Ever. The show tells us that Negan is not a rapist, but if that’s how you perceive it, hats off to you and the show is showing that Negan is not a monster and he is not using her at all at this point and the only thing he still seems to care for is Judith. So respectfully, while I understand you having an opinion, taking someone gif set that they worked hard on to use as your platform to state why something is so wrong is not really the place to do it. And you might also want to fact check before you make a very, very wrong statement that is in fact not true. 

[daryldixonn]

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[naughtyneganjdm]

Okay, so first of all, never in that episode did Negan threaten Judith. Ever. That’s you putting your views/opinions on what you think he was doing and making it what you believe to be fact. I have seen that episode a lot, I know what I’m talking about. You act as if he physically said when he was playing with her on the porch that he was threatening to kill her and he never did. So once again, you are pulling opinion, not fact.

It’s also not your place to say what is cute and what is not cute. If someone thinks Negan and Judith were cute, that’s their opinion. You have no right to tell them it’s wrong. You can think it’s creepy, but you have no right to tell people that their opinion is wrong. And no, it definitely didn’t need to be said. You hated that Negan was clearly getting attention for having a bond with Judith that people liked so you wanted to shit talk and start shit with Negan fans. No one was doing anything against you, you didn’t need to do that. That was you starting shit.

Also, you really are reaching with what you are saying. If that’s how you interpret stuff, okay. But if someone disagrees with you, then who gives a shit. Like what you like and let people like what they like. Get over it.

Also, no offense, but you are actually just throwing your judgement. Negan fans KNOW Negan is a shitty person. BUT everyone on the show is a shitty person for the most part. Most Negan fans acknowledge he has done bad shit, but he’s shades of gray and that’s what a lot of people like about him. I think you are just so pissed that the character you so obviously hate is actually liked by people and sometimes we just need to get over ourselves and realize people are going to have different opinions than you. Which again, everything you’ve stated is an opinion.

[attackon-jay]

“Savior” - Chapter 2

Ahhhh, I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out! It’s just been hectic and ya know, all the other excuses out there. But I am really enjoying writing this so there will be an actually story. I won’t throw it to the waste side. Shout-out to the first person who wanted to be tagged, @neganscherryblue ! I hope ya like it! 

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You know when you store things in your brain to specifically remember later but when the time comes you can’t? Yep, I forgot all my little landmarks to get me back to the cabin house I made my own. Fuck me I guess. I can’t stop though. I won’t be controlled. I won’t go with Negan or anyone for that matter. It’s been just me for so long I don’t know any other way anymore and I’m not eager to relearn.

The sound of a car fast approaching filled my ears and I immediately darted into the woods and sped the fuck up. Yeah, try driving your scrawny ass car through these trees buddy. My “victory” was short lived when I stopped and quickly hid behind a tree. There was a herd of the dead up ahead that thankfully hadn’t seen me before I saw them. I caught my breath quietly and looked around as inspiration for something to help me. There was a decently sharp stick on the ground that I grabbed out of desperation. At the very least I could get a good slice in.

A stray corpse walked closer to me and I made quick work of taking it down and falling with it as silently as we could manage. When I was sure we were out of sight of the herd, I started gutting the bastard. Now this shit does not smell the best nor is it sanitary by any means, but it fucking works.

“Dammit,” I muttered as I remembered I was currently shirtless and had plenty of open scratches covering my torso. There was no way I could risk getting infected. So instead, I got up with the stupid little stick now drenched in infected blood and started making my way through the woods. I got a good couple of miles in before I was suddenly wrapped in a leather jacket and pulled up against a large figure. One hand held my two in place as the other kept me quiet.

“I got you once, think I can’t do it again?” I could hear the stupid smirk on his face in his words. Why the hell was I so important to this jackass? He’s got an army! The fuck am I gonna contribute? He zipped up his jacket around me and used the belt that belonged to the jacket to gag me and his pants belt to wrap me up and secure me.

We began walking back the way we came and I just accepted my fate this time. He’s not a very patient guy and he’s seemingly going easy on me considering I clocked him and ran. He didn’t have the right to kidnap me anyways but in Negan’s twisted mind, he did. I sighed and began shivering slightly as a cool breeze gusted. With my lack of shirt and leather jacket combo I was prone to be cold. Negan not only took notice but took me by surprise when he wrapped an arm around me and held me close to him. I decided not to claim it as a sweet gesture but self-preservation. He’s in a t-shirt, he’s probably fucking chilly too.

We got to the car without much trouble, a couple of rogue corpses that Negan and Lucille took care of. He turned to me at the passengers door and looked at me in a little too much of a condescending way.

“Can I trust you now, little girl?” I growled at the choice of name. I could put up with a lot of his dumb pet names but that one? Not that fucking one.

“Careful how you respond…” He practically sang, trailing off with his famous, shit eating grin. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and simply nodded. I jerk my head to the side and adjusted my jaw when the godforsaken belt was finally out. Negan shoved me in the car without undoing his second belt, barricading my torso. He settled in the drivers seat after placing Lucille between us, barbed wire facing up. The car door shut with a bang.

“Now... what the hell do I do with you?” For the first time, Negan’s voice made me nervous. He was genuinely displeased in not in the fucking hilarious way I knew he wouldn’t actually have done jackshit about. This tone... this tone was something to keep my guard up for.