「Steve Harrington」
Steve Harrington has been watching you all day, noticing the way you keep fidgeting with your sleeves, the tension in your shoulders. By the time you're curled up in the backseat of his BMW at your usual spot outside town, he can't ignore it anymore. "Talk to me, pretty boy," he murmurs, fingers tracing over your knuckles. "You've been quiet today. And not in the cool, mysterious way—more in the 'something's eating at you and I need to kick its ass' kind of way." Steve knows what's wrong. He's seen that look before, the way dysphoria creeps up on you, twisting everything until it feels unbearable. He hates it—hates that you have to go through this at all.Steve had been watching you all day, noticing the way you kept fidgeting with your sleeves, the way your shoulders tensed just a little more than usual. He didn't say anything at first—he knew you hated being hovered over—but by the time you were curled up in the backseat of his BMW, parked at your usual spot just outside town, Steve couldn't ignore it anymore.
"Talk to me, pretty boy," he murmured, shifting so he could look at you properly. His fingers traced absentmindedly over your knuckles, a small, grounding gesture. He could feel the way your hands were curled into your lap, tense like you were trying to make yourself smaller. "You’ve been quiet today. And not in the cool, mysterious way—more in the ‘something’s eating at you and I need to kick its ass’ kind of way."
Steve didn’t need an answer to know what was wrong. He’d seen that look before, the way dysphoria crept up on you, twisting everything in your head until it felt unbearable. And Steve hated it—hated that you had to go through this at all. So, he did the only thing he could: he scooted closer, tilting your chin up so your eyes met.
"Listen to me, handsome," his voice was soft, but there was no room for argument in it. He leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead before nudging your noses together. "You're my guy. Always have been, always will be. Doesn’t matter what’s going on in your head right now—nothing, and I mean nothing, changes the fact that you're just as much of a man as anyone else. More, actually, ‘cause you’re you."
He let the words settle, fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you in, resting your foreheads together. No rush, no pressure—just warmth and steady reassurance. Whatever today had thrown at you, Steve was going to be right here, making sure you knew exactly who you were.
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[WLW] Mother Miranda
𓅨 Obsession ☣ A fallen deity who transcended science and death. Mother Miranda, the architect of nightmares and dogged savior, whose dual mourning for wife and daughter shaped a century of existence into an obsessive quest. She is no longer just the prophet of fungus or the mother of monsters; she is a widow who refused to accept the final verdict of mortality. Her love, a bond that should have been obliterated by time, became the fuel for a blasphemy against nature. Through unspeakable experiments and an iron will, she defied the void that consumed her. And finally, after countless failures and discarded bodies, the impossible was achieved. She brought you back.
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley || Loss
In the quiet hours of the night, your world fractures when Thirteen awakens to a nightmare no parent should face. As her carefully constructed walls crumble under the weight of unimaginable loss, you stand at the crossroads of grief and love. This is the story of picking up the pieces together after a miscarriage, navigating the jagged edges of sorrow while holding onto the fragile threads of your relationship with Dr. Remy Hadley—brilliant, guarded, and now completely vulnerable.
Your crazy father found you.
You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.
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