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hornedqueenofhell · 9 months

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Shared Interests Pt. 1

“...and that’s where we will be ending things for tonight!” Eddie says, clapping his hands together and leaning back in his chair while the children cry foul.

“We’ve only been going for three hours!”

“We didn’t even do anything except go shopping!”

“But what about the tip we just got to find Lolth’s lair?”

Eddie’s expression darkens and he smacks his hand on the table to shut everyone up, “We will continue with all of that next time but tonight Steve and I have plans.”

“What kind of plans?” Will asks, he’s the calmest of all of them and generally enjoys hearing about Eddie and Steve being happy in their relationship.

“Stevie is taking me to a baseball game.” Eddie replies and Mike and Dustin explode.

“You’re ditching Hellfire for a sports game?! What the fuck man?” Mike shouts, almost sweeping his things off the table with his arms flailing about so wildly.

“Language” Eddie says before getting a thousand yard stare briefly as he realizes the words that just came out of his mouth. Christ, Steve really was rubbing off on him… in more ways than one.

“So you can tell us to just go find a replacement instead of rescheduling but when you decide to take the night off we just have to deal?” Dustin bites out causing Eddie’s eyes to snap to him and then briefly dart over to Lucas.

Eddie had apologized profusely from his hospital bed, even before Steve had chewed him out for replacing Lucas with his sister. He knew Lucas still felt a bit wary around him when he got manic, which was understandable after everything he'd been through. They had been doing better though, Eddie would rather die than admit it but Lucas had good relationship advice. And he spoke jock so Eddie could ask him for things to say to impress Steve, usually it just made his boyfriend laugh but Eddie still counted it.

“Why a baseball game?” Lucas asks, Eddie turns to him and scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Because Steve likes the Cubs.” It had been the primary source of bonding between Steve and Wayne, both of them finally happy to have someone to talk about sports with.

“So?” Mike is looking at Eddie like he doesn’t recognize the older man anymore.

“Because couples generally like spending time together?” He’s not sure where the confusion here is.

Dustin scoffs, “Steve already goes to your shows and hangs out during d&d, how much more time do you two need to spend together?” Mike nods in agreement but Lucas has a small smile now and Eddie reaches out to squeeze his shoulder and ruffle his hair with a grin.

“Boys, what do those two things have in common that me seeing a baseball game with your babysitter doesn’t?” he asks as Lucas bats his hand away.

“Your things are actually cool?” Mike

“They’re in Hawkins?” Dustin

“They’re Eddie’s hobbies.” Lucas for the win! At Eddie’s confirming nod the other two turn to Lucas looking confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Lucas sighs at Mike and pats Will’s shoulder consolingly. His friend really needs a better guy to crush on. “And this is why El is done with your ass dude. You gotta share in your partner’s hobbies too man. Steve goes to Eddie’s shows even though he’s not a fan of metal because he likes Eddie. It wouldn’t be fair to Steve if Eddie wasn’t willing to do the same.”

“It definitely doesn’t make your partner feel good when you just dismiss their interests.” Eddie fidgets with his rings as his eyes drop to the table. He knew that he wasn’t used to relationships, Steve being his first boyfriend ever, and learning the hard way that compromise was a very necessary thing had been a difficult concept to wrap his head around at first. He’d complained about Steve trying to invite him to ‘normie’ events or playing his music until Steve, tired of feeling like Eddie didn’t actually care about him, told him that maybe they were better off seeing other people.

Eddie had reacted poorly and it wasn’t until his bandmates called him out when he’d tried to complain to them about their fight that he’d figured it out. He still wasn’t a fan of baseball but seeing Steve light up as he’d explained to Eddie why everyone was cheering about a specific player or hit made sitting through the games more than worth it. And Steve wrapping Eddie up in his members only jacket in the parking lot before sneaking a little kiss hadn’t been too bad either.

So they would go see the occasional home game, season tickets being one of the ‘expensive presents definitely make up for the fact we’re shitty parents’ gifts Steve got for a Christmas present last year. Or sometimes when Eddie has a game or just isn’t feeling social Steve will take Wayne and Eddie gets the trailer to himself for several hours. He can take a nice long shower, practice voices for his campaigns, make himself a snack while naked in the kitchen. Or go to Steve’s and cook him something nice for dinner then head upstairs and open himself up on his boyfriend's bed before pulling out a book and waiting for Steve to get back and rail him through the mattress.

"So what, you're going to sit at a baseball game and just pretend to be interested in it so you can score points with some washed up jock?"

"First off Wheeler, check the fucking attitude. I don't know what it is with you and your sister that you think you can just say the most awful things about Steve and face no repercussions but I will absolutely ban you if you don't start treating Steve with some basic human decency. Second off, I don't have to like baseball, it’s the same way with Steve not being super into my music. We are very different people so we sometimes struggle to find common ground, and when our interests don't line up we have to find ways to make it work. Because, as I'm still figuring out, that's kind of a big part of being in a healthy relationship."

Pt 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 18

part 1 | part 17 | ao3

“I’m sorry I’m sorry don’t hate me I’m sorry, did it work? Don’t hate me. Did it work?”

“Dustin,” Steve barks. Dustin looks up, eyes bright; he's hugging Steve so hard it’s like he’s trying to fuse his face to Steve’s rib cage through his shirt. Steve scruffs him on the top of the head, rubbing his knuckles over his dumb baseball cap in a way he hopes is reassuring, and wheezes, “Can’t breathe, bud.”

The kid takes a hesitant step back, fists still balled in the fabric of Steve’s shirt like he might run away. Mike’s cowering behind him, hunched in on himself and nervously eyeing up the nail bat.

“So you’re... not mad?” Dustin asks.

“Oh, I’m fucking pissed,” Steve smiles sarcastically. “Hope you used that Butterscotch wisely, dude, because it’s the only one you’re getting for the rest of the year. Also, you can kiss your full candy bar trick-or-treating plans goodbye.”

“What? No!” Mike starts to whine, but immediately shuts his mouth when Steve glares at him. Then Eddie swoops in behind them, clapping a hand on both kids’ shoulders and nearly startling Mike out of his skin.

“And, uh, for obvious reasons,” he says in an acidic sing-song, “you’re both banned from Hellfire for the next month.”

“WHAT?”

Oh, this guy’s good.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” Mike pleads. “We’re just about to get to the manor’s secret passage!”

“Yes, and what a shame that your paladin triggered a hidden trap and got stuck in a faulty portal for the next four sessions.”

“Oh, my god! This is— this is—!”

“Payback?” Eddie sneers.

Dustin’s eyes are darting rapid fire between the two of them, and he elbows Mike in the ribs and hisses, “Dude, shut up before he kills us both for good!”

“Oh, my god,” Mike says again, face twisting through all five stages of grief.

“Oh, also,” Steve adds for his own amusement as he heads toward the stairs, “you two can clean all this camping shit up.”

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“You play a good game of Punish the Pipsqueaks,” Steve grins, walking side by side with Eddie. "That D&D ban? Ouch. Keep that up and the moms will start recruiting you for babysitting duty."

“Oh, boy!” Eddie smirks. “My dream finally realized.”

They get back to their cars, and Steve shivers a little, the cold finally getting to him now that he doesn’t have the fight or flight to keep him warm. He unlocks the bimmer and slides into the front seat; cranks up the heat, his hands impatiently hovering in front of the vents.

Eddie catches the car door. “You’re really not going to punish them more?" he asks, leaning in, head cocked to the side. "I mean, no trick-or-treating sucks and all, but. Seems a little lenient, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Steve agrees with a short laugh, “but see, the thing is, those two dumbasses are assuming that revenge is a dish best served cold, when actually?" He points at the house. "It’s a dish best served by Claudia Henderson.”

Eddie’s brows lift in question.

“I’m gonna call her tomorrow morning and say I caught them smoking at the bus stop.”

“Jesus!" Eddie laughs. "That’s diabolical.”

“And then I’m gonna suggest they do community service at the retirement home on Halloween instead of trick-or-treating, because Dustin’s weirdly afraid of old people.”

Eddie's laugh turns to a cackle, all his teeth on display, and the car bounces on its wheels as he leans his weight against the door. “Oh, man," he exhales, wiping the corners of his eyes. "Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Pretty sure we’ve only ever been on each other’s bad sides.” Steve’s joking, but Eddie’s smile slips a little, and Steve wants to take it back. Pluck the words from the fog of chilled breath hanging between them; tell him that they're not anymore, that they don't have to be again.

But then Eddie catches the bass line coming from Steve’s speakers and the grin comes back full force.

“Hold the fuck on," he beams, nodding his head to the beat and hum-mumbling the melody as the words come back to him.

Following the footsteps of a red dawn dance, we are entranced.

“Spellbound,” he sings, shaking his head in delighted disbelief. “I’m sorry, does Steve Harrington have a Siouxsie tape in his car?”

Steve’s face goes red. Fucking Robin. “If you’re about to talk shit about the music, I— I mean, I’m just the chauffeur, man, I don’t—”

“Relax. It’s not that, I just…” He raps his knuckles against the roof. Gives Steve a once over; smiles softly at whatever he sees.

“What?” Steve asks. Kinda likes how he has to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Nothing," Eddie murmurs, low and deep. "You’re just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Steve shivers again.

It seems to snap Eddie out of... whatever that was. “My bad, man,” he says, his voice back to normal volume. He apologizes for letting in the cold air and slips Steve’s jacket off, handing it back to him and shutting the door with a soft click, then he throws out a parting salute and skips off to his van.

Steve just sits there for a moment, feeling syrupy and dumb. Like there's whiskey in his chest, a full flask of it sloshing around behind his ribs.

His jacket smells like Eddie. Siouxsie croons in his good ear.

Spellbound, spellbound, oh-oh-oh.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he cuts the music off. He drives home in silence, the song still ringing in his ears.

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part 19

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deadsnothere · 1 year

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Spin the bottle O'Clock

Synopsis - Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle at dots party, after the T-birds and us crash a party, Me and Nancy are ready to get it started but we're stopped by a game on spin the bottle, why does it keep getting worse after?

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WARNINGS! - VAUGE DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSULT.

Request - Nope

Word Count - 4.1k (4'111 angel number :D)

Speak Ali! - please be careful reading this, don't trigger yourself. (The gif got me on my knees-)

Olivia, Nancy, Jane and I stood by the fireplace of the Dot household.

“This party is a drag,” Nancy spoke in a bored tone, her shoulder to mine as we lent against the pillar. “I hear that-'' She grabbed my forearm, pulling me to stand up straight. “What do you want to get up to?” interlacing her arm with mine, both of us perked up. We knew we had the same idea. “We could snoop in the medicine cabinet-” But as we started to walk away, we got pulled back by Olivia. “Nancy, Alias, we're here on a mission.”

Jane was looking nervous beside her, fidgeting with her fingers while trying to build up the guts to blackmail Buddy. “Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow-” Olivia interrupted her immediately, making Nancy and I wait, begrudgingly we went back to our original position. “Don't chicken out now! Come on, go get him alone, go!” She pushed her into the crowd softly with a smile.

Meanwhile, Nancy and I finally took our chance to escape. “We're gonna go find the fuse box, just in case we need to cut the power and cause some chaos.” We heard Olivia trying to stop us, but she can blame us? This is boring. We needed something fun to do!

“Gather round party people!” Me and Nancy stopped our short search to look at each other with annoyed faces. “It’s spin the bottle O’clock!” We both sighed and made our way to the circle that was starting to form where the couch previously was. I saw my brother - Shy Guy try to urge Cynthia to come and play as she was standing in the cut off of the circle but she made a big motion with her head as if calling him stupid for even suggesting it.

I knew he wanted to kiss her, he didn't know we were together yet, so I couldn't blame him for thinking he still had a chance, but she's my girlfriend so he doesn't. We made a deal that is was fair game since we liked the same girl. Her eyes darted to me after and a smug smile curled on her face, and I just knew it was ‘cause I was already looking at her.

“LISTEN UP! Foe’s I want a good, Clean game. keep your hands to yourself,” She patted her hands on her knees. “your lips pursed” She squished her cheeks together, it was absolutely adorable. “and if you land on someone ugly- just close your eyes and think of abe lincoln.” That made some people laugh, myself included.

She kneeled down to Jane, having a one sided conversation with her before popping right back up. “LET THE DEPRAVITY’S COMMENCE!” and set the bottle in the middle of the circle.

It started with Neil who got the girl in the white and red dress with a thin black belt. They made out for a minute, he grabbed her boob like the disgusting ass pervert he is. Dot went after, spinning the bottle and it landed on herself. Someone else spun they kissed, Richie spun he kissed the same girl as Neil, buddy spun and got Susan of course, Nancy spun and landed on Neil which I think almost made her throw up, especially when she looked back and Neil was doing kissy faces. “Pass.” Cynthia looked at her like she was crazy, standing up. “Pass?! You can’t pass!” Nancy shrugged, sitting back down. “STRIKEEE ONE!” Cynthia said like a baseball announcer.

Dot spun once again, again landing on herself. “This bottle is broken.” She sighed sorrowfully. Cynthia quickly moved on, trying to get Jane an in. “Ain't that a bite! Ok Jane, batter up!” Neil interrupted before Jane could even reach to get up to spin the bottle the bottle. “Wait wait- Alias over there hasn't gone yet.” I looked around like I was clueless. “Alias has gone- She uhh- Kissed Richie-” Cynthia looked aggravated that her plan to just skip over me wasn't working. She was trying to make an excuse that was definitely falling through.

I could see Olivia smirking at me from the corner of my eye, she knew what Cynthia was avoiding. Anyone could tell Cynthia was avoiding it. Richie shrugged with a smug smile, obviously fucking with Cynthia. “I don't remember it-” That aggravated attitude got Richie a glare. “It's fine Cyn, I can spin.”

She was glaring at me now, her hands in her pockets, and a pout on her face. I could tell she really didn't want to watch me kiss anyone else. “Fine! Alias, batter up.” But unlike the batter up Jane got mine was a lot less excited. And more aggressive not towards me but definitely to the bottle. I could feel her staring at me, It sent a chill down my back.

I spun the bottle, watched it spin twice and prayed to god it wouldn't land on a T-bird, then it landed on Buddy, someone even worse. “I hate this game.” I rolled my eyes and crawled over to Buddy, closing my eyes and giving him a quick peck and pulling back immediately.

“Hey! That doesn't count, it has to last longer than three seconds.” Neil practically yelled. I sighed and put my hand out in front of Cynthia because I could see her going to lunge at him, she was getting angrier by the seconds. I waited a second to see if Buddy was ok with it and kissed him again. Cynthia now stood in between us counting each second, sounding more and more aggravated with each number. I was pulling back as soon as she got to three.

The second I pulled away from the kiss, I spit into Buddy's cup and wiped my mouth, turning to Niel with a scowl. “You wanted a show, there's your show, slut.” Gaspes went around the circle, Some of them were from the ladies and T-birds who were proud, others were from the Socs who were offended. Niel looked pissed but I just ignored it.

I simply rolled my eyes and sat back down on the floor, next to where Nancy was supposed to be sitting but she seems to have disappeared. Cynthia looked SO pissed, down right ready to murder. She pulled me up and out of my spot in the circle to sit next to her on the couch.

“Finally! Jane batter up!” Jane grabbed the bottle spinning it, it spun twice and landed in between Richie and Buddy. Both Susan and Cynthia got on the floor to see which one but of course Cynthia went for the save. “It's a dead-heat.” She stood back up and went back to her spot behind Jane and infront of me.

“Chef's choice.” The boys started Oooh’ing, I already knew Jane was going to pick Buddy, but I can hope she’d pick Richie instead. “Buddy! And I want to do seven minutes in heaven.” Niel patted Buddy on the shoulder. “Attaboy!” Again, disgusting ass pervert. “A lot you politicians can get done in Seven minutes.”

Susan the fucking kill joy, picked the bottle up pointing it at Jane. “We can't just go changing the rules!” Cynthia, again came to the rescue. “Sure we can!” She set the bottle back in the middle. “Seven minutes in heaven is now on the table.” Jane and Buddy got up and walked to the closet getting whistles as they left.

Everyone sat back down waiting for Jane and Buddy so we continued the game. “Alright! Gilly, it's all yours.” Gil popped his collar and spun the bottle, it landed on Olivia, and as he crawled over to her, Cynthia pantsed him. Everyone was laughing and just to rub it in, Cynthia said. “Ha! Nice skid marks.” Making Gil pop.

“What the hell, Cynthia.” He was talking angry but quiet at first which isn't a good sign, I stood up to try and maybe get a hold of this before it got bad but it kept going before I could do anything. “Don't get mad, it was just a goof, I'm sure Olivia’s seen worse undies right?” She looked around the circle like she was asking. Then Gil exploded, and said it.

“Why can’t you act like a normal girl.” Cynthia's face dropped and so did mine. Olivia stood up right as Cyn was leaving, she went to go after her but I stopped it. Turning to Gil I spoke in the calmest voice I could. “I understand your angry but I swear to the heavens above Gil the next time you say some shit to her, It better be a fucking apology.” I kicked the back of his knee and ran off after Cynthia.

When I found Cynthia, she was in a dark hallway curled up on herself, I didn't hesitate to sit beside her, grab her hand and pull her into me. Letting her cry into my chest. “I'm so sorry Cyn, but it's not true..you're not, not a normal girl? But you're also not a normal girl! You're you! and that's all-” Jane came down the hallway so we had to separate a bit, Cynthia wiped her tears and I wiped the wet stains from the tears on my shirt. She put her comb back in her sock making me giggle at how stupid it looked. We both stood up walking towards Jane. “So did you do it? Did you expose that lying bastard?”

Olivia and Nancy followed a bit after Jane came in. “I couldn't!” Jane let out an exhausted sigh and Nancy looked pissed. “Why not!” When Buddy walked past the hallway to grab his keys he looked at all of us and we glared back. “He deserves to go down!” Nancy whispered as soon as he was out of view. “Which is it! It wouldn't be him who goes down..” Jane looked tired, we all looked tired honestly. But Olivia spoke what we couldn't say. “It’d be Susan.”

Jane started pacing up and down a small portion of the hallway. “He cheats on tests, he's cool! He smokes reefer, He's cool. He goes all the way with Susan..” She looked defeated. “He's cool.” Olivia finished it off. “And she's a slut.” She looked back at Me, and then to the girls in front of her. “Just like us.” Cynthia finally spoke up. “I don't understand girls.” - “What?!” Jane was confused but I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“If Buddy did to me what he did to you? He’d be at home right now crying to his mommy with a fat lip!” She made an uppercut motion with her hand. “What do you think happened to the guy who started that rumor about Alias? He sure as hell ain't at this school anymore!” I snapped my head over to Cynthia confused. “You did that!”

She looked away from me guiltily. Olivia spoke up before I could say anything else. “I should probably get home before my mom finds out I snuck out.” Nancy and me both sighed, looking at each other exhausted. “But it's barely 11!”

Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me down the hallway with her. “Let's make it like a tree and leaf.” I almost snorted at her joke if it weren't for the fact I almost hit my hand on the table from her recklessness when dragging me. “And I don't wanna see Gil's rat face either!” I took my hand back from Cynthia and walked over to Nancy. We both let out these long, exaggerated, frustrated groans. I let her speak first. “Ya know I was excited about coming to this party tonight, because I thought we would all have fun.” Then I continued. “But instead all ANY of you have done all night is obsess over stupid.” I let her finish off the sentence. “Boys.”

Cynthia looked offended, “Don't look at me.” Nancy snapped right back. “Here's looking right at ya kid!” I rolled my eyes and took a step closer to Cyn. “You spent the whole night obsessing over impressing the T-Birds!” Nancy gave me an appreciative look. “Boys!” She finished for me again.

“Yeah! Because none of you laugh at my jokes and I'm hilarious!” I looked around at the other three a bit offended, because I do in fact, laugh at her jokes! “But I guess I'm too girl to be one of the boys, and too boy to be one of the girls.” I sighed and nodded understanding where she's coming from. “I give up, I’m going there-” When she started walking away, Jane went after her, comforting her in the mantle space.

Olivia blocked my view of the two but I tried to keep an eye out. “Alias, Nancy I think you’re both just a little upset over, spin the bottle.” We both laughed. “Why would ‘spin the bottle’ upset us?” I answered for us both, looking at Nancy confused. Olivia moved circles with her hands. “'cause you two, never kissed a boy before.” I started laughing, and Nancy just looked Gobsmacked. “Are you kidding? We’ve kissed every boy at this party.” She made a motion going back and forth from us.

Olivia's mouth dropped, Cynthia's head practically spun off its axis to look at me, and Jane looked confused. “huh?-” - “What?” - “What!” All of them looked surprised.

Nancy used the chair to get onto the table and I sat in the chair itself. “Back in junior high, we had these parties all the time.” - “She went with Edith and Ellen, I went with Maria and Kt- All the Soc guys were there.” - “Kissing is fine! It's a Lark.” and I started giggling looking at how surprised they were at me. Cynthia looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “I was an in denial Lesbian who had a massive crush on her best friend, I kissed to take the pain away!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead leaning back onto Nancy's legs, who started laughing at how stupid I looked.

“But the best part is creating a brutal rating system with your friends afterwards!” I leaned my head back to give her a high five, both of us laughing. Jane spoke up. “So…you two kissed Buddy?” Nancy nodded. “Like 15 times.” I started laughing thinking back to spin the bottle. “16 times for me now.” Cynthia did not look happy at that reference, maybe a little jealous (a lot a jealous). “Solid B..minus.” Jane looked a little upset. “just being honest..” I looked up to her with my eyebrow furrowed. “Really? I gave him a C..”

She looked down to me unsurprised. “Alias you never gave anyone over a C.” I put my hands up in defeat. “And that's why you all weren't surprised when I said I was a lesbian!” - Nancy sighed from above me. “Now everyone takes boys so seriously” She dragged out her words, obviously using it to tell us she finds it stupid.

I stood up from the chair. Letting my hand out dramatically, bowing so Nancy could get up. “Just imagine how fun this party would be, if we could go backwards! do it all, without boys.” She said boys like it was venom in her mouth. The four of us followed after her, looking into the glass doors.

– I can't do this song. I'm sorry but it's too much to explain and I don't wanna do it dirty. –

While they were daydreaming about a world without boys I was going to find the fun!

If I knew the fun meant getting assaulted, I don't think I would’ve left.

I found the boys spiking the punch so I said something and then they got angry, and I tried to fight back but it was three against one, and they can do a lot in a minute. Like grope you in places you don't want to be touched by anyone other than your girlfriend…and they definitely are not Cynthia.

Cynthia –

I leaned against the table Nancy sat on at one point continuing to think about how amazing it would be without boys. So many women, So many pretty, pretty women. “Yeah that sounds nice.” Olivia leaned against the wall at the front of the hallway. I stood up straight and had to do a double take to look at the glass doors, spotting Neil and his friends spiking the punch.

“Hey come look at this-” I whispered, using my fingers to motion them over. looking inside there were three boys spiking the punch, and if you stood up just a bit more, you could see MY girlfriend, sitting on the floor, shaking. Her button up shirt was opened and a bra strap pulled down, she had scratch marks on her arm and looked so dead inside. “I'm going to fucking murder them-” I was beyond angry, i'm going to put my foot so far up their asses it’ll come out of their fucking mouths and then put them in jail for the most disgusting fucking crime!

“Holy shit, is that Alias?” - “They’ve gone way too low, even for those bottom feeders.” Nancy looked murderous too. “Boys will be boys.” Olivia said sarcastically, mocking the people who defended this shit. “I'm not sitting here-” When I went to run to get Alias, Jane stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Cynthia, wait!- If they try anything else we’ll go get her, but for right now we’ll wait for them to leave and then you can be her knight in shining armor, it's safer for us all.” I moved her hand off my shoulder and corrected her. “I'm her stable girl.” I got looks but just shrugged it off pissed that I was stopped in the first place.

Jane moved over to the other side of the doors. “Maybe we can't prove that Buddy's not a good guy..But we can do something about these jerks..right now.” I couldn't take my eyes away from the glass door, I had to make sure she was ok, or that at least they wouldn't do anything else. “What do you have in mind?” I spoke, never looking away. Nancy spoke up next, talking to me. “You had a pretty good idea earlier.” I still didn't look away from Alias on the other side who had closed her eyes at this point. But I was thoroughly confused

Alias –

I did not expect to see Olivia walk into the room, I was so hopeful. But then she started flirting with the boys? She walked in, said follow me to the boys in a seductive tone and winked at me as she left. A few seconds later though, The one person I wanted to see walked in. “Alias! Are you ok? Oh my god- I'm gonna fucking kill them, if they ever lay another hand on you I will find the most painful way for them to crash and burn in hell!”

Cynthia grabbed my hand and kissed it softly, she was so gentle with me, making sure to be careful where she touched. We spoke with our eyes for the rest of the time. When she looked down at my shirt, I nodded saying it was ok if she rebuttoned it. When she kept staring at me, I kissed her softly, enjoying the feeling of her against me. No one but her, Only. Her.

She took her flannel off, and put it on me. Kissed my cheek softly and asked with her eyes before hugging me tightly. “I'm so sorry- I should’ve been there- I should-” I put a hand over her mouth. “I'm not your responsibility, I'm my own responsibility. I shouldn't have left you guys anyways-”

She sighed, hugging me again. “Do you wanna do anything? Go to the police-” - “No!- They will never believe me if I do- especially since i’m a mexican, they’ll probably just think i'm high on coke or something..” Cynthia sighed and I did too. Leaning my head against her chest, she ran her hands through my hair. We kissed one more time. It was closed mouth and gentle, her hands held my waist and our bodies were pulled together, my hands were in her hair and she pulled me so close I was sitting on her lap.

In the moment I felt as light as a feather, like I was soaring in the sky because of how good I felt compared to minutes ago where I felt like I would rather be dead than be in that situation again.

Nancy walked in making a face at the fact we were sucking face in the middle of a room. “Hey!” Finally noticing Nancy walk in the room we pulled away from each other. “Princess, stable girl! We have people to fuck up.” I looked at them both confused. “You’ll see.” I stood up, pulling Cynthia’s flannel around me a little more to get comfortable walking again.

When we walked out the room, Nancy, Olivia, and Jane were all by Dots dad’s study, Tying the door locked. Olivia doing a stupidly complicated knot very fast. When she turned around and saw shocked faces, she said - “What, I was a girl scout.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You're something special, you know that?” Jane spoke surprised, making Olivia smile.

There were a few tugs on the door handle, and one of the boys was speaking. “Hey let us out of here, what's the big idea?” Jane spoke first. “The idea is that you spiked the punch with alcohol and assaulted our friend.” Olivia next. “So we spiked your alcohol with Caster Oli!” - “What?!”

I started laughing leaning on Cynthia. “I love you guys.” They all smiled at me. “Don't worry! It's a safe and effective dose!” Nancy pulled me up and we both spoke at the same time in the same voice, doing the same over dramatic motions. “It's no big deal!” Cynthia behind me tried not to laugh as she spoke. “Just something to loosen you up!” The boys were begging to get out.

“You're right it's not funny to put something in somebody's drink to make them out of control of their body!” Cynthia put her elbows on me and Nancy's shoulders. “Thank god you two snooped in those medicine cabinets.”

Me and Nancy both looked at each other concerned. “Dot's mom has a lot of pills.” I nodded in agreement. The three started to bang on the door violently, All three of them started yelling. “Let us out you Pink-O tramps!” We all grabbed someone's hand and ran out of the house laughing our asses off.

“Added to the list, Pink-O Tramps!” Nancy yelled walking down the street. “The Pink-O Tramps, now that is a jacket!” Jane added on. “Why not! Everyone already thinks we're such bad girls!” She spoke in an accent. Cynthia put her arm around my shoulders as we walked, pulling me closer into her. “We're not girls, we're Ladies.”

While Nancy swished her ‘hair’ behind her back I did a few steps and curtsied to them all as they walked before getting back into rhythm with them, or with Cynthia at least when she put her arm around my shoulders again. “The pink ladies.” Jane said from a few feet behind us. Cynthia looked skeptical at first but when I started giggling at the name with a smile, she gave in. “Fine! I'll consider it!- on a trial basis!” I let myself break out in full laughter and kissed her cheek a few times. Soon she was laughing along with me and the other girls.

“So Jane? You think a Pink lady can become president?” Jane looked exhausted at the reminder. “I've spent so much time just trying to prove that I'm the good guy, and Buddys the bad guy! And I'm realizing that sometimes, you gotta be bad to do good.” I nodded at her with a smile making Jane smile back.

“That is not a bad campaign slogan, for the leader of a girl gang!” Nancy did this excited little dance, and Jane took out a bobby pin from her hair. “Anyone up for..stopping by the school?” All of us were smiling. “Let's go.”

I put my hands in the back pocket of Cynthia's jeans smiling and twirled her around to face me, pulling her into a kiss. “We're gonna rule the school this year, Cyn.” She smiled, pulling me in again. “Fuck yeah we are.” By the time we were done, the girls were calling us. “COME ON LOVE BIRDS!” - “YEAH STOP KISSING” - “WERE GONNA START WITHOUT YOU!” We were both laughing at that point, running after the girls who were walking off without us.

It's going to be hard to go to school tomorrow, or get home and explain to my siblings why I have red hand marks on me when i give them baths, or why I flinch away from my "dad"s touch. But I have my girls, and thats all I need to walk into school with my head high tomorrow.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Thirteen: Dig Dug

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 1,406 Warnings: lil' bit of fluff, lil' bit of angst, the smallest mention of mews blood, nothing really; it's a pretty tame chapter lol, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! This chapter is a little bit on the shorter side. Steve and Dustin isn't really in this episode a whole lot, hahaa. Remember, if you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Dustin somehow was able to contain Dart last night long enough for us all to sleep and not get gutted like our poor cat. Mom was outside looking for our dead pet cat, so Dustin and I came up with a plan that we were absolutely sure would work.

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend to call someone from Loch Nora while Mom is still outside,” Dustin said. “Tap me on the shoulder when she comes back in.” “Alright,” I sighed, feeling bad for our mom. “She’s so worried and delirious, she’ll believe anything at this point.” Looking off to the side, I crossed my arms and sighed once again, being the lookout for our dear mother. When she came inside, I quickly tapped his shoulder, letting him know it was game time.

“Dusty, Livvie, you’re sure she’s not in either one of your rooms?” Mom asked.

Dustin held a finger out to her before saying, “Uh-huh,” as I said, “I haven’t seen her since I went to school yesterday.”

She came and wrapped me in a hug as Dustin was on the phone pretending to talk to one of the neighbors. I had to put my tears to the test as I willed them to come to my waterline as Dustin continued his pretend phone conversation.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. Alright, this was great. Thank you. Alright. Have a good one. Bye-bye, now. Alright. You, too.” He hung up and looked mine and Mom’s way. “Alright. Great news.” “They found her?” Mom asked, voice straining from tears.

“No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

“How did the poor baby get all the way out there?” Mom cried.

“I don’t know, Mama,” I said. “Lost, I suppose. But they’re gonna look for her, I’m sure.”

“Yes,” Dustin said. “And Liv and I will stay here just in case they call again.”

“And you’re gonna go help look?” I asked. “Okay? Okay?”

When Mom leaned in to give Dustin a hug, he said, “Give us hugs, give us hugs.”

Mom gave me a hug as I said, “Go get her.” Pulling away, I added, “You’re gonna find her, alright?”

“We can find her.”

“We can find her,” Mom repeated.

“I love you,” Dustin and I said, both of us blowing her a kiss.

“I love you both.”

“I love you.”

“Mama, go,” I said.

She closed the door behind her before I looked at Dustin with a deadpan expression, voice laced with it as I said, “You’re going straight to hell.”

“I know. Now, come on,” he said. “We got work to do.”

I went outside with him to help him open the storm cellar, before moving back inside and grabbing old baseball gear, and some bologna, placing it on the floor in front of Dustin’s door before moving outside to the storm cellar.

As Dustin put on his old catcher’s gear, I heard my landline ringing. Quickly, I went into my room to answer it with a breathless, “Hello?” “I need you to help me with something.”

“I can’t right now. I’m helping Dustin.”

“With what?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Liv–”

“Steve–” I sighed. “I promise I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Okay. Uhm, be safe.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.” When I hung up the phone, I heard Dustin repeat, “Oh, my god,” which was my new cue to run like hell out of the house and into our wooden shed, “shit, shit, shit,” on repeat out of both of our mouths.

Looking out in between the wood panels of our shed, Dustin said, “Come on, come on, I know you’re hungry.”

Dart came out of the house, following the trail of bologna I left out.

“Yes,” Dustin said. “Yes, yes, yes.” He repeated the word to himself, moving a couple feet over from me to look out between the panels of the door.

I was watching from where I was standing as Dart moved towards the cellar, eating the piece of bologna before turning to face us, causing Dustin and I to jump back, saying, “Shit!”

We looked at each other before moving to look between the panels again, not expecting Dart to be a lot closer this time.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, turning to face Dustin. I breathed a heavy sigh, whispering to him, “Get rid of him!”

With a triumphant yell, Dustin charged out of the shed towards Dart, hitting him with the hockey stick he had in his hands. I ran after him, helping him close the cellar, Dart banging against the door once.

We both laid on the doors, Dustin on his stomach, and me on my back, our breathing heavy as he said, “I’m sorry. You ate our cat.”

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A few minutes later saw us burying our cat while Dustin tried to get ahold of one of the boys before we moved inside to clean his bedroom carpet that was covered in Mews’ blood.

“Alright, it’s Dustin, again,” he said. “Seriously, I have a Code Red.”

From his headset I could hear, “Could you please shut up?”

“Erica?” my brother and I said.

“Erica, is Lucas there?” he asked. “Where is he?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Erica said.

“Is he- is he with Mike?”

“Like I said, I don’t know, I don’t care.”

“Please tell him it’s super important. Please tell him that I have a Code–”

“Code Red?”

“Yep, Code Red. Exactly.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she sassed. “I got a code for you instead. It’s called code shut-your-mouth.”

“Er-Erica?” Dustin said, looking at me.

“She turn the radio off?” I asked.

“Yep.” He got up, causing me to stand and follow him.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re riding to Mike’s to look for anyone,” he said, walking out of the house and straight for his bike.

I got on my own bike, following him to Mike’s. Once we got there, we both got off our bikes and walked to the front door, where Dustin rang the doorbell about five times before Mr. Wheeler answered the door, looking very bored.

“Your line has been busy for over two hours, Mr. Wheeler. Do you realize this?” Dustin said.

“Oh, I do realize,” Mr. Wheeler replied.

“Is Mike home?”

“No.”

“No?” Dustin said. “Well, where the hell is he?”

“Karen, where’s our son?” Mr. Wheeler yelled.

“Will’s!”

“Will’s,” Mr. Wheeler repeated, going to close the door.

I sighed. “No one’s picking up.”

“Nancy,” Dustin asked. “What about Nancy?”

“Karen, where’s Nancy?”

“Allie’s!”

“Allie’s,” Mr. Wheeler said. “Our children don’t live here anymore. You didn’t know that?”

“Seriously?” Dustin and I said.

“Am I done here?”

“Son of a bitch,” we said in unison. “Ya’know, you’re really no help at all.” We walked away, hearing Mr. Wheeler’s “Language!” aimed at our backs, my hand waving in the air to… well, wave him off.

Dustin and I walked back towards our bikes before I heard a car pull up, the all too familiar maroon BMW coming to a stop. Steve got out with a bouquet of flowers, saying to himself, “Listen… I’ve been thinking… I love you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry? What the hell am I sorry for?”

“Steve?” I asked, confused, walking towards him.

He looked my way, stopping his walk to the Wheeler’s front door, the same confused look on his face that I was sure I was sporting staring right back at me.

“Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” Dustin asked, walking towards Steve.

The older teen looked at the flowers then back at Dustin, saying, “No.”

My brother took the flowers from him, and handed them to me, saying, “Good,” before walking towards the car.

I just stood there with Steve as he said, “Hey, what the hell? Hey!”

“Nancy’s not home,” I said, holding the flowers down at my side.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Dustin said. “We have bigger problems than your love life. You still got that bat?”

“Bat? What bat?”

“The one with the nails,” I said, shaking the flowers a little.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I’ll explain it on the way,” Dustin and I said, my brother getting in the front seat.

“Now?” Steve said, grabbing my hand on the way to his car.

“Backseat,” I said to Dustin, pointing to it.

Dustin stayed in the front, so I sighed, saying, “Why am I always stuck in the backseat?”

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You usually go down to the lake near you to draw and relax but this time a certain person catches your eye

Warning’s: Just fluff again with a use of Y/n! (I’m sorry if I do fluff it’s just cause I’m more comfortable just doing fluff if you understand <3)

It’s now the afternoon and it’s a wonderful summer day outside and you haven’t gone outside yet, so you decide you were gonna head down to the lake since it’s been quite cloudy out for most of the week.

So you then grab you tote bag and grab your sketchbook, drawing supplies, water, and your keys.

You then lock the door behind you and walked down the apartment stair’s down to the parking lot, you then unlocked your truck and then started to drive off to the lake.

As you parked your truck you grabbed your bag from the passenger seat and started walking down to the tree that backs onto the shore of the lake.

When you got situated you looked around and there were only few people there since it was quite late and the sun was starting to set, but as you looked to your left of the shore you see a man packing up his fishing gear. He had soft curl’s poking out of the back of his baseball cap and his eyes looked like softly melted chocolate as he glanced at you catching you staring at him.

He then let out a smile while slightly waving at you, as you were trying to say hi to look more normal about it your throat felt like your entire airway was about to collapse, you then finally said hi after stalling for a bit but it came out quite high pitched and you darted down back to your sketchbook totally humiliated.

“Y/n why would you say that you idiot, you could’ve just waved back!” You said whispering to yourself

You then decided to try and forget about it and to start back on a sketch you didn’t quite finish from last time you were here.

As you were drawing you heard jingling of a tackle box full of fishing lure’s and bait coming closer up from shore, the sound of footsteps then got louder and you then heard them stop right beside you.

“Hey, um sorry if I disturbed you I just wanted to properly introduce myself cause you look like a nice person to talk to and not a lot of people really come out here this late.” He said with a nervous laugh

“Oh ya you can call me Frankie by the way.” He said as he grazed his hand behind his neck fidgeting with his curls from being nervous to come up and talk to you

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, you then got the confidence and started to introduce yourself

“No, no! Don’t worry about disturbing me you looked really nice and I really wanted to talk to you too actually.” You said while blushing slightly yet you didn’t know he could easily tell that you were

He then let out a chuckle of a sigh of relief that you also wanted to talk to him as he sat down next to you making your arm’s both slightly touch

“Sooo, what are you doing down here this late? Mostly I come down here since the fish are out and a ‘bout trying to find a last meal of the day as you can tell.” As he looked at his fishing gear propped on the side of the tree then looking back at you with a smile

“W-well I usually come down here to draw since it’s quiet, beautiful, and not a lot of people are that loud this late so I don’t get as distracted as I usually would and there’s a lot of inspiration around here for what to draw.” You said trying not to fumble your words from his soft arm’s that you could hold every minute of the day

He then looked down at your sketchbook tapping it while looking back up at you “Can I see, well some of your work?”

You were quite timid about showing him your work since you never think it’s good enough and that you could improve so much more.

“Know what sure, I’m not really good at it well I actually haven’t shown my work to anyone before.”

He then took the book from your hands looking up to you with a small amount of shock that you haven’t showed anyone your sketches before and that he would be the first to see them besides you. As he was taking the book from your hands he grazed his hands over yours for a bit longer then normal

“WHAT!?” He said with his eyes widened at a cityscape sketch you did

“These should be put in an art gallery, you did these all by yourself?!” He said as he looked back up to you with his mouth was slightly open with a smile of shock and his eyebrows raised

“Ya, I try to do them in my free time as much as possible to get better but it’s quite hard since I’ve so busy lately.” You said with a smile on your face from him appreciating your work

“To get better?! Nooo don’t say that, look at this you made this all by yourself you should be so proud!” He said laying his arm on your shoulder showing the sketch you did

You then looked on your shoulder and back up at him while your eyes were lost in his while blushing and your heart racing

“I-I’m sorry it’s just-”

“No, I know.” He said as he wrapped his arm behind your neck as he got closer to you with his nose touching yours with just a breath away from each others lips

You both then get lost in both of your eyes as he then leans in closer until both of your lips connected

Never in a million year’s you would’ve thought this would ever happen, but here we are. The feeling of his lips were as soft as feathers, and his hands were as soft as the dandelions that were surrounding the both of you

He didn’t break the connection until you did just to see his eyes again with the feeling of tingling going up your spine

As you were looking into his eyes he then slid his hand from behind your neck to caress your jawline as he smiled

“Meet here 8:00 pm tomorrow on the dot.” He said as he whispered it into your ear, he then leaned back from your ear a bit to give you one last kiss on your velvet soft cheek before grabbing his stuff to leave

Thank you for reading this! please check out my other fic’s if you would like! Like’s, comment’s, and maybe a follow are appreciated!(NOT FORCING) I will try to post fic’s every two day’s! <333

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Chili Mango Run

Rated: PG

Author’s note: Dialogue in () means it's spoken in a different language. In this case Spanish.

Example:

“Good morning, Miguel.”

“(Good morning, Miguel.)”

“(Thank you Jermain, have a good night.)” A man calls over his shoulder whilst leaving the small gasoline station shop. The swishing of the very grateful plastic bag as he shoved his hands into his pockets for the persistent cries of his phone. “Hello.” lifting his hood at the downpour before him. “(Hon-Honey, slow down)…what happened?)” he asks shoulders square turning his ears away from the pounding rain. He listens, eyes flashing with guilt. “I was hoping to be out and back before you woke up.” he explains. He exhales a chuckle taking a quick glance at his phone. “3:18 am, beautiful out.” he says cheerfully. “I know…I know.” he nods along. “...I couldn’t sleep anyway and you needed a pick-me-up.” he smirks. “...I wanted to.” he smiles. “On my way home….(Love you, too)”

Weathering the downpour. Feeling unease of being watched. Staring into the alley bathed in shadows. The rain continued wiping his eyes without the aid of an umbrella, the curtain of hair getting in the way of his eyes. Shadows shifted into figures created by his imagination, but his mind had doubts. Lightning strikes bring everything below the skies with blinding light a looming figure standing in front of him. Two glowing red dots.

They looked like eyes.

A woman yelps, holding a baseball bat prepared to swing, lowering it to her side, holding her pounding heart from the flash of lightning and boom seeing a dark figure through the glass in the backdoor. Steadying her breath she shuffles to the door swinging it open in a huff.

“What is wrong with you!” she scolds through clenched teeth. “I thought you were a creeper.” she shutters . “Almost peed myself, scaring me half to death.”

“(Forgot my keys. Didn’t want to wake you.)”

“I told you I was gonna wait till you got in.” she sighs, placing her weapon onto the table. Rubbing her tired eyes mind foggy with sleep or the lack thereof. A cool misty breeze from the open door she turns to see him where she had left him. “Come in before you freeze to death!” she scolds in annoyance, but it was in the vain of love.

Stepping inside, closing the door behind him. He stood awkwardly in the center of the kitchen.

Out of place.

His eyes landed on the fridge. Beelining for it takes in the silver doors consumed by postcards, takeout menus, coupons, and pictures.

Lots of pictures.

Some of himself, some of you, many together. Happily eating, lounging at the beach, hot coco snuggling, and…”

“Gabriella.” falls from his lips. Plucking a sonogram photo from under a banana magnet.

“Being out in the cold, walking in the rain with no coat, at three in the morning like an insane person…” She rattles in frustration, but is interrupted by giggles. “...your papa is loco.” she chuckles parting her fluffy pink bathrobe to rub the side of a very pronounced baby bump.

“I’d do it again for you…” the words got stuck in his throat. Eyes darting down then up again. “...both of you.” he rasps tears now falling.

“(Oh, honey. Why the tears?)” she coos, collecting him into her hold. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just woke up and couldn’t find you anywhere…with the hormones, fatigue, and achiness…my imagination got the better of me and I thought the worst.” she exhales a breath through her nose.

Wiping under his eyes and nose with her robe sleeve. “How about I take care of you now.'' She smiles with a nod of assurement.

He slowly lifts the plastic bag covered in repeated thank yous. She takes it face alight with joy doing a shimmy as she clutches a family sized bag of sweet chili dusted dried mangos.

“(I’m sorry, darling.)” she says in a hushed tone. “(I woke you.)” she asks, rubbing the top other belly. She gives his lips a peck. “I’ll run you a nice hot bath, throw your clothes in the wash---”

He captures her lips, his large hand grasping the back of her head reeling her in deepening the kiss. He inhales sharply through his nose leaning forward as she pulls away face flushed heaving for air.

She eyes him taking him in up and down. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” a crooked smirk pulled at her lips.

It takes him a moment, but he joins in laughing along with you.

#miguel o'hara x y/n #spiderman 2099 #Spiderman 2099 x y/n #Miguel O'Hara #Oscar Isaac #across the spiderverse #spiderman #drabble #miguel ohara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 x fem!reader

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T Ball

[Normally Jason is the disaster gay so I wanted to write something to flip that around]

Salim managed to find a parking spot and he and Zain headed to the baseball field. It was Zain's idea to join the T-ball team, reasoning that since they lived in America now he should be involved in American sports. Today was supposed to be their first practice. Salim was relieved to see other tired parents with their kids congregating on the field as well.

There was a man standing on the pitcher's mound. Salim moved a little closer and felt his heart give a funny lurch in his chest. The man looked young, maybe not even over thirty, his head covered by a gray baseball cap. He had a pleasant face, shaven, his head tilted so the brim of his cap shielded his eyes from the sun. The man wore a plain blue T-shirt and camo pants. The shirt generously showed off his muscles and the tattoo on his left arm.

“We all here?” the man asked. He consulted a clipboard, eyes darting over the gathered kids. “Looks that way,” he decided. There was a drawl in his voice. “Welcome to T-ball,” the man continued. “I'll be your coach, Jason. The parents can wait over there while we have our practice.” He pointed to the benches.

Salim followed the other parents, finding a seat near the field so he could keep an eye on Zain. Now and then his eyes darted over to the young coach, and each time he felt that same funny lurch in his chest.

The practice was soon over. Jason sent the kids over to get water while he headed toward the benches. The other parents were getting on their feet and introducing themselves. Salim rose and nearly tripped over the bench.

“You all right there?” Jason asked him.

“Yes, I'm all right.” Salim could feel nervous tingles going through his body. His eyes darted over Jason yet again. The younger man's lip quirked up in a faint smile that had Salim's insides flipping. “I don't really know much about T-ball. How did everyone do?”

“Not bad for a first practice,” Jason answered. “Which one's yours?”

“Zain. The, uh, that one.” Salim pointed to his son, his face hot in embarrassment.

“Well, I hope he comes back. He hit that ball real good when it was his turn, and he's a pretty fast runner.”

“Yes, um, I'm sure. He will, definitely.” He felt ridiculous talking like this but couldn't seem to stop himself. Thankfully Jason didn't seem to notice.

“I'll see you both next week, then.”

“You will, absolutely. Yes. Next week.” Salim nearly ran into the fencing on his way over to where Zain was hanging out with his new teammates. “Zain, we should get going.” Before I embarrass myself any farther.

“Okay, Baba,” the boy agreed, taking his father's hand. “I like my coach,” he mentioned. “He was really nice and patient teaching us. And he sounds like a cowboy.”

“He does,” Salim agreed with a laugh. “So you think you'll want to keep playing?”

“Yep!” Zain swung their clasped hands back and forth.

By the time they got to the car, the nervous tingling had subsided. Salim was relieved. Honestly, what was wrong with him?

#zain othman #house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman

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boldlyvoid · 10 months

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ooo can you elaborate more on the Jeid drama? i’m invested😅😅

okay i have to preface this with i am not a jeid shipper i don't think they'd be good together i just love drama. like greys anatomy level drama where everyone has dated each other and it's wild, okay? good, glad we got that covered... anyway i think that Spencer is Henry's real father.

so in season 1 you see spencer has a crush on JJ (i think he had one on elle to i mean who wouldn't? and he's such a little nerd he's just desperate for some lovin') and everyone knew too, that's why Gideon gets him two tickets to see JJ's favourite team play baseball so the two of them can bond... but then JJ brought Penelope along and it became a friends thing.

in the beginning of the series, JJ is one of those tomboy girls who picks on the boys she likes. you see it in S2E14 The Big Game when she's playing darts with those boys and she beats them both and ruffles their hair before going out to answer the phone. that's her way of flirting. so every time she's "mean" or "rude" to spencer (not letting him speak, calling out his inability to stop talking when the convo gets "boring" etc.) that is her trying to be cute and funny with him but he never picked up on it. he didn't understand that her basically bullying him was her way of flirting.

in the next episode, when reid has been taken by tobias, she is distraught. she feels as though failed him as a teammate and it was her responsibility to watch out for him. it's also the first time she realizes just how much she loves him. be it as a friend and teammate or something more. she even tries to get derek to yell at her to validate her feelings but everyone knows it's just a bit of bad luck and could've happened to anyone.

when they find reid, she rushes to hug him and she follows hotch towards reid, watches as hotch lifts him from the floor and she holsters her weapon. she clasps her hands together tightly and waits to know if he's okay. Hotch hugs him first and then she's quick to wrap herself around him and hold him close and she apologizes to him. but then she retreats, it's too much for her, so she walks away and leaves him with derek and gideon until he asks to be left alone (to steal the drugs)

spencer struggles a lot for the remainder of season 2, he's addicted to drugs, he's trying to prove that he's strong and confident and he doesn't want to be babied anymore. he flips on derek, emily and butts heads with Hotch but never JJ. in this time she meets Will and observes spencer ditching the team to go be with an old friend, he's not good at following orders at the moment. While JJ on the other hand is at a bar with Will, wanting to follow the rules to a T and when he asks if she hasn't had much practice flirting or dealing with being jealous, she replies "its a culture thing" and by the end of the episode she gives him her number. -- i think this is because she's tried her way of flirting with reid for 2 years now and it's gone no where, so she's moving on.

she gives Spencer his space until the last episode of season 2 when they've partnered up again and JJ makes sure to look at him and say "woah, hey. no matter what happens this time, we don't split up. clear?" and he responds, "crystal clear." she doesn't want to ever lose him. no matter whats going on in her personal life, she loves him. she couldn't handle losing him.

Season 3 episode 1: Doubt. JJ and Reid are sent to talk to the girls at the dorm about the serial killer on campus that is killing girls with brown hair. the girls trust them and when JJ tells them they have a suspect in custody, they think that means the killer has been caught and that they're free to go about their days as normal. when another victim dies, one of the girls on campus takes her anger out on JJ and spits in her face causing spencer to come running to her side and tell the cops to clear the area because he's concerned for JJs safety, he makes sure she's okay, she waves him off but it's still impressive how he went into protector mode so fast for her.

in episode 2 Gideon quits the FBI and in episode 3 spencer is distraught but keeping it together, i believe this is when he officially gets sober, joins AA and starts to live the life Gideon wants for him. he's back to his normal self, sharing facts and putting pieces together without any mental fog. he wears short sleeves again(S3E4), which is a big piece of proof because his injection marks must have faded enough for him to feel comfortable. he's getting his confidence back, he's trying to return to the way he was the night before he got kidnapped. happy, free, confident and himself.

in season 3 JJ is also secretly seeing Will, although everyone has already guessed it. they fly back and forth to see each other but it's hard on them both, they almost break up over it. Will wants them to be in 1 place together and JJ isn't willing to give up her career for a man (rightfully so) in episode 5 Seven Seconds, she's asked if she has kids and her response is "not yet." so she's thinking about kids, she knows she wants them and soon.

as of 3.16 spencer is 10 months sober, he's doing really good even with the cravings. in this episode we see him leave his NA meeting because they've been called to a case and when spencer arrives late Dave jokingly says "i hope she was worth it?" Derek throws in "i hope it was a she" and JJ says quiet, but as soon as she starts to explain the case further she keeps staring at spencer. he has a hard time for most of the episode and she's the only one who doesn't say anything about it.

3.17 we have Will joining them for a case and JJ still hasn't told the team about them dating which is a point of contention for them. he feels like she's ashamed to be dating him and she's claiming that once the team knows her personal business then she has nothing that's just hers to know. they basically break up for a good portion of the episode. the theme of the episode is cheating. Wills buddy is gay and cheating on his fiance, and most the other men were also cheating on their wives.

When Will brings up the fact she's basically got "one foot out of the relationship" he says "what is there another guy? do you want to see another guy?" and she gets the most defensive you have ever seen her. then he finally asks "do you wanna break up?" and she says yes.

I think either she was fucking spencer on the side. or she fucked him once she was single. one of the two.

and based on how pregnant she is at the end of the season (when Hoch finds out) it would seem like this is the episode in which she gets pregnant. (AJ is clearly very pregnant on day 2 of the case in that purple drapey top)

but, at the end of the episode after everything is said and done, she goes back to Will because he's a sure thing. he's the safe option. no matter how scared she is to love who she really wants to, Will is the best option for her. and she probably thinks he might be the father of her baby. it's the right thing to do.

And then there Spencer’s reaction when he finds out she’s pregnant…

flashforward to when shes giving birth to Henry, spencer's in the middle of a case thinking his own father is a pedophile and a murderer and even though JJ is in active labour, she doesn't want to stop helping him. the whole episode is basically centred around what would a parent do for their own child... and it ends with spencer being made Henry's God Father. cause if he can't be her kids dad, she still wants him to be around if god forbid anything happened to her r Will.

like i'm sorry but this kid is a Reid.

I'm just saying that it would be a wicked plot for Henry to do that blood test thing in science calls and find out his blood type doesn't make sense with who his parents are, but it does work if you match his mom and spencers....

#ask #again not a jeid shipper i just love the drama of it all

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"Hie thee home" Chapter II

“It feels as if my insides are melting; what manner of madness is this?” “It is the burden of love; the retribution of sinful pleasures of the flesh.” “O’ Father, is there a way I may revoke such emotions? Can I forswear such a painful union?” “Such an accursed bond may never be broken. Your fates are now interwoven; for better or for worse.”

~Thursday the 1st, June, 2023 4:42 AM~ ====================================================

“Come on, V,” Uriel sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I won't tell anyone, just let me do it."

The lithe man’s brow furrowed harshly, “I am alright.”

“No-” Uriel’s arms crossed as he glared at V, “No, you’re not. You’re just getting slower--- just let me carry you.”

“I am fine.”

The ginger-haired man gave a large over-exaggerated groan before moving forwards again. With each step, V began to lag further and further behind. Another half hour or so passed and Uriel turned to talk to V but found he wasn’t beside him. A heavy sigh left his nose as he turned around to see V lagging behind by nearly 20 feet (6 meters).

“Alright, Duke of Limbs,” Uriel growled loudly and tromped over to the poet, “let’s fuckin’ go!” He seized V and yanked him up--supporting the skinny man's weight completely with his right arm.

“What do you think you’re doing-!” V struggled a bit but was unable to break free from the devil.

Uriel growled, “Quit struggling or you’ll be over my shoulder next, princess.” The devil continued forwards, his pace unchanging from earlier, “Now, where are we supposed to be going?”

V grumbled a bit in anger before letting out a faint sigh, “Continue till you re-enter Red Grave then listen for music,” he begrudgingly rested the side of his head against Uriel’s shoulder, “I’m sure with your ears you’ll hear it just fine.”

“Alright, then what?”

Uriel awaited a response but got nothing. When he looked down at the frail man, he saw that V was already fast asleep. He smiled as he whispered, an underlying feeling of melancholy tugged at his words as he somberly, “Stubborn as always,” a heavy blanket of wistful nostalgia coated his mind as he continued onwards, his grip tightening on the small man, and a small faint purring coming from deep within the devil’s chest.

It didn’t take long for Uriel to reach the city ruins. As he looked around, he shook his head at the absolutely obliterated cityscape, "This place has definitely seen better days."

He playfully kicked a rock and felt an instant wave of regret as he watched the baseball-sized pebble hit a nearby car and set off its alarm, “For fucks sake…”

It didn’t take long for Uriel to start hearing movement around him. Admittedly, if he hadn’t been encumbered with a certain someone, he would’ve made the first move instead of waiting. However, he didn’t have much choice and, quite frankly, didn’t want to wake up V; enjoying the peaceful silence between them. The sounds came from several directions, a method demons use when hunting to distract their prey before a second one springs up from behind. Something Uriel was all too familiar with doing himself.

Casually, the ginger side-stepped and allowed a lunging Chaos demon to go past him. With as little as a forward motion of his wrist, Uriel snagged the demon’s tail and slammed it down into the ground, killing it. He then pivoted around on his heels and turned to face the small group of lesser demons.

With a sigh and annoyed roll of his eyes, the devil counted the demons; two more Chaos and two Baphomets.

“Since I’m in a good mood,” he raised a brow as he drew his knife, extending both sides, “I’ll give you a chance to leave,” but he got no response, “Of course, why would you listen to me.”

The two Chaos demons darted at Uriel. Quickly, he ducked underneath the first and, like a hot sharp knife through butter, he sliced the underbelly of the creature wide open.

Uriel stood up and shook off the gore, “In all my years, I’ve never lost to you lowly vermin,” he carefully removed a chunk of flesh from V’s hair, “and I don’t plan on it now.”

A wide wicked smile spread across his face. There was a short pause as the demons stared at Uriel, seemingly confused at the devil’s boastful nature. A shard of ice flew past the left side of Uriel’s face, slicing it.

He blinked slowly, dumbfounded at him not dodging the attack, and sighed with a small shake of his head, “That’s what I get for boasting.”

Uriel sprinted toward the two icy demons. All the while, he did his best to not wake the fragile man in his grasp. His speed was unexpected and caught the two demons off guard allowing him to slice the first Baphomet’s throat, quickly incinerating the icy flesh. Blood sprayed across Uriel’s, who gladly lapped up it off his face using his elongated tongue. Then turned his focus to V and began to wipe the blood from his face.

The second Baphomet attempted to use Uriel’s focus on V as an opening to shoot up another set of ice crystals from the ground. However, the ginger quickly jumped off to the side and the ice missed him; only to impale the final Chaos demon that had been attempting to sneak up behind Uriel. He ran at the demon as he moved his blade to his mouth, holding it by the handle using his teeth. Using his free hand, the sickly pale devil grabbed the final Baphomet’s neck, his nails digging deep into the soft flesh of the ice demon, and then slammed it into the concrete several times in pure frustration. Only stopping once it was nothing but a clump of sticky red mush.

The ginger’s breath was ragged as he closed his eyes, doing his best to keep himself in check; not wanting to cause any more damage to the city than what has already occurred. With a small huff, Uriel grabbed the knife out of his mouth and licked the blood from his hand. A small hum came from him as he ran the asymmetrical grind of each blade against his tongue, cleaning them, and then closed the knife.

Leisurely he tucked it into the edge of his unscathed sweatpants, “Pretty anti-climatic…” He sighed and continued onwards.

V was still asleep in the devil’s arms and, despite him being covered in demon's blood, V was no worse for wear. Uriel very gently used his sleeve to clean off V’s face further and found himself wanting to coddle the delicate man. Mindlessly, he placed a soft kiss on V’s forehead and began to purr softly at the oddly comforting feeling of having someone so close; especially someone of V's (or, rather, Vergil’s) caliber.

A small dreary smile tugged at Uriel’s features as he traversed the city, following the faint sound of music as instructed. It had only been a few years since he’d been in Red Grave but it feels like a lifetime ago. He remembers how lively the city was, the children running along the sidewalk, the street-side sellers trying to sell whatever they could, and the smell of the nearby bars’ grills that were always packed every Friday and Saturday. Red Grave felt like home to him for those few years and it had been the only place on Earth that he’d ever wanted to stay in.

Now? It reminded him of all those centuries ago when the armies of the Underworld were on the verge of conquering the human race; a war that Uriel refused to take part in.

“Damn,” he thought to himself, stopping in front of a decimated corner store, “They used to have really good chocolates. I hope that young woman…” he pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought, trying to remember her name, “Sasha? Sarah? Sammy..? Whatever-- I hope she made it out alright.”

“Were you close?” A soft sultry voice rang through his ear.

“Huh?” Uriel stared at V with parted lips, “I- uh, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It is alright,” V sleepily rubbed his head against Uriel, “So, who was she?”

“Ah,” Uriel continued moving forwards, “No one important.”

“Are you sure? It won’t upset me if you’d found companion--”

“What?! No! We weren’t-- Gross,” Uriel laughed softly, “She and I were friends; although Dante was adamant that she,” he moved his jaw in thought, “wanted me.”

V’s eyes focused on the necklace around Uriel’s neck, “I see… May I ask why you said gross?”

“Verg--” Uriel clicked his tongue, “Sorry, V, I don’t find humans attractive.” The devil stopped and looked up the side of a tall building, “In fact,” instantly, the pair were atop the structure via teleportation, “I find humans repulsive.”

Slowly, the ginger began to survey the city and hoped to find the source of the noise or, at least, gain some sort of idea of where to go.

The lithe man laughed with a shake of his head, “You know that Vergil is half-human and that I am completely human, right?”

Sad glazed-over mauve eyes met with V’s, “I know,” his voice was deflated once again.

The poet pursed his lips, taking a short pause; unsure as to what was exactly going through the devil’s mind, “Then do you hate--”

“You are different; your entire bloodline is different to me,” Uriel’s head snapped up, figuring out where the sound was coming from, “I had respect for Sparda, even if we didn’t see eye-to-eye.”

V raised a brow and tighten his grasp on the devil, knowing that he was in for a bumpy ride, “You knew him?”

The ghostly pale devil walked over to the side opposite where he was headed and laughed softly at V’s words. His grip tightened on his leather-clad passenger and he sprinted off to the other ledge, jumping off it. Unintentionally, he landed on top of a chained Behemoth’s back and killed it on impact.

As the devil ran through the city streets, avoiding all manner of demons, he answered V’s question, “Yes, I knew Sparda,” a small pained bittersweet smile pulled at his lips, “He was quite the spunky devil, even as a whelp.”

A curious tilt adorned V’s brow as he spoke in disbelief, “As a whelp..? You knew him when he was younger?”

Uriel laughed with a wide smile, “Of course I did. You didn’t know that?”

The raven-haired man’s face was contorted into a confused glare.

“V,” Uriel’s eyes met with his, “I am much older than your father; by at least a few thousand years.”

“What?”

The ginger’s pace slowed to a jog, nearing the destination, “Really?” he laughed, “You didn’t figure that out?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Uriel’s smile dropped upon noticing V’s frown, “Oh come on, V, don’t be so angry. If you consider how I was made, I have no age,” he shrugged, “I'm not even alive if we want to be all technical.”

“I suppose you are right,” V sighed and gave Uriel a soft smile, “Guess that makes me a reverse cougar of sorts?”

“I could be a gigolo-- or just a creeper; which do you prefer?”

They shared a laugh as Uriel’s speed dropped to a walk, meandering up to the loud white van with the words “Devil May Cry” plastered on the side with an LED sign.

“This what we’re lookin’ for?”

V turned his head outwards, “Yes,” he sat upwards, Uriel slowly dipping his legs down and offering support to the unsteady man, “Thank you and, please, do not mention anything about Vergil. I--”

“You don’t have to explain,” Uriel stuck his hands in his pockets, leaning back casually, “I get it.”

“Thank you, Uriel.” V turned away from the ginger, “Give me a moment, I will retrieve the others.”

With that, V shuffled off and into the van’s door, leaving Uriel alone.

In his boredom, the pale devil took out his knife and flicked the blades out, fiddling with it mindlessly. An odd heavy feeling pricked at his mind as he thought about what lies ahead or, rather, what reaction he will have to Vergil’s demon half. Would Uriel even be able to fight him? Or would it be too much for him to stomach? Would Vergil’s demon side, Urizen, recognize him? What will this “Urizen” even look like?

A wave of sullen mourning encompassed his mind. His brow furrowed harshly. Uriel had never properly acknowledged what happened that fated morning over two decades ago. The loss of a friend he’d long since yearned to have. How the eldest son of Sparda simply just up and left, never to return; abandoning a confused and distraught Uriel completely alone. As his mind divulged further into the sickening spiral, he’d begun to move the blade faster around in his fingers.

Perhaps Vergil had taken his fill of Uriel and squeezed enough knowledge from the accident devil that the eldest twin no longer needed him. Maybe Vergil had been playing him the whole time, that their entire companionship and bond was nothing more than just a tool. But then why wouldn’t Vergil take Uriel with him to use as a weapon as so many other of Uriel’s “masters” have? Why leave Uriel at the house, alone and without warning? Why sever the bond of the knife before leaving if he had planned on attacking Mundus? Vergil obviously didn’t care enough about Uriel that it was out of kindness. What was Vergil trying to gain out of toying with this lonely devil?

The devil’s brow twitched as he noticed how his hand felt weirdly hot and a dripping sensation made him stop his thoughts for a moment. When he looked down, he saw a large cut that ran up from his wrist all the way through his palm, and through his left hand’s ring finger--ending at the tip. He side-eyed his knife that was in the other hand and noticed that he had indeed cut himself on the lead-colored metal. A small huff of irritation came from him as he watched his skin pull itself back together and the irritation dissipate.

Then a loud click followed by a squeak caught his attention and he turned to look at the now-open van door. Quickly, he closed the blade and placed it back in its resting spot on his left side. Out of the doorway strode (a freshly cleaned off) V followed by two others; a young woman with brunette hair and an unarmed young man with platinum-silver hair.

The lithe man leaned hard on his cane and gestured at Uriel with his free hand, “You'll have to forgive the extended departure; he was rather hard to find.”

“Well now,” Uriel smirked and folded his arms, staring at the young man, “What do we have here?”

Nero’s stare thinned as he removed his jacket, tossing it to the ground.

“V,” Uriel’s eyes were still trained on Nero as the ginger pulled the blade from his waistline, “Hold this for a minute.” He tossed his knife to V.

V and Nico’s eyes widened in confusion as they stared at the two. Uriel and Nero were damn near butting foreheads--or rather, butting forehead to chest, due to Uriel’s short height--and were locked in an intense menacing stare.

Uriel’s lip twitched as he let out a low sustained growl and Nero did the same, as if to size one another up. In an instant, Nero backhanded Uriel, using his human arm, and sent the devil flying off into the distance. A sudden panic came over V and he went to move to mediate the hostile situation but was stopped by Shadow; who had not only summoned themselves but was wrapped around V’s legs, keeping the poet still. Nico noticed the cat’s sudden appearance and shrugged, lighting a cigarette; figuring that the cat had the right idea.

A quick flash of auburn flew across the trio’s point of view and shoulder drove into Nero, sending the young man flying just as far--if not further--than he’d just done to said auburn flash. With a wide devilish grin, Uriel quickly hopped around, using the various debris as his landing points, and found the crater that Nero was laying face up in.

He squatted down, resting his forearms on his knees, “Huh, must’ve been the long hair that gave you power; since you’re already--!”

Nero pushed up and tackled Uriel at the hips, wrestling with him for a moment before pinning the ginger, “Guess you’re gettin’ dumber in your old age.”

Uriel smiled with a small ‘hmph’ and forced Nero over, now pinning the young man, “Sorry but it’s gonna take a lot more than that to make me submit.”

“Oh yeah?”

The two began to struggle again, however, Nero was unable to reverse the pin. Uriel had a smug look on his face despite the small worry in his mind that this was the first time he’d actually had to try and keep Nero down. After a moment, the two shared a soft laugh and let go of each other. Both of them sat down and were breathing heavily, a smile tugging at their lips.

“So,” Nero looked over at Uriel, “Since when are you that fast, huh?”

“Eh?” Uriel tilted his head.

“And since when do you have eyes like that? Or ears--- Why do you look so--”

“Different?”

Nero nodded.

“Well,” Uriel’s eyes broke from his, “How shall I put it…” he pursed his lips in thought, “The person you knew before… Remind me; Xane, was the alias--correct?”

He nodded once more.

“Think of Xane as something akin to Trish’s “Gloria”; a ruse used to keep a lower profile. Mine was especially created because of Dante.”

Nero frowned, “So then who are you?”

Uriel smiled as he stood up and offered a hand to help Nero up, “Name’s Uriel.”

With a grunt, Nero grabbed the devil’s hand and returned to his feet, “You aren’t human, are you?”

“Damn, what gave it away?” There was a playful sarcasm in his voice.

The silver-haired hunter punched Uriel’s shoulder, “What are you then? You don’t look like Dante or Trish…”

“Actually,” the devil placed a hand on Nero’s shoulder, “I am exactly like Trish,” he moved his head to the side in thought, “Well, I mean, kind of..?”

“What’s that supposed---”

“Hey!” A loud southern voice cut Nero off. The two of them turned to see Nico and V walking toward them, “What the hell was that about, huh?”

Uriel slowly panned to Nero, “Finally find a girlfriend?”

Nero punched Uriel’s shoulder again, however, he hit much harder and even moved Uriel from the force, “Fuck off.” Nero smiled, “She’s Kyrie’s.”

“Really? Huh, I didn’t think she swung that way,” Uriel shrugged, “Good for her-- So what that’s your sister-in-law then, right?”

Nero gave a breathy laugh, “If they got married, yeah.”

Uriel smiled, however, it seemed disingenuous. Before Nero could ask what was wrong, Nico spoke again.

“You two tryin’ to get the attention of e’ery demon in town?”

Nero laughed, “Sorry, just got carried away in the moment.”

“Carried away in killin’ V’s lil’ pet project?”

Uriel raised a brow, “V’s “pet project”?”

Nero and Nico ignored Uriel’s comment as Nero answered her, “Hey, be nice. He’s more than V’s pet project, he’s also Dante’s pet.”

“Now how the hell’s that make any sense if Dante don’t even know ‘em?”

“Who said Dante doesn’t know him?”

V finally spoke up, “Dante knows Uriel?”

Nero nodded, surprised at V’s unawareness, “Yeah, Xa-- Uriel, worked as a hunter for a while.”

Uriel folded his arms, “A while? Alright, hold on- First off, I am no one's pet or project; if you call me that one more time, I ain’t fuckin’ helping. Second off, I have been working at the Devil May Cry about as long as you’ve been alive, altar boy.”

V shook his head, “You have?”

Uriel smiled softly, “Yeah, I needed a place to go after I lost my house back in ‘99 and I’ve always had a knack for demon hunting.”

Nico used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze out the cherry of her smoke, stepping on it to put it out, “So you’re a demon hunter then?”

Uriel nodded, “Yes I am, Ms..?”

She stuck out a hand, “Goldstein but you can call me Nico.”

“Goldstein..?”

“Yessir.”

Uriel smiled, “That means you’re a gunsmith, right?”

She nodded, confused at the ginger’s sudden excitement.

“So then you do gun repairs-?”

“Yes..?”

Uriel pursed his lips, “Do you have experience with Devil Arms? Like Artemis or Pandora?”

Nico raised a brow, her gaze flicking between people, “Stop beatin’ ‘round the bush; what’s the question, shorty?”

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “I have a gun that is a Devil Arm which needs repairs, physical ones; something that I do not have the knowledge to do. Once this whole ordeal is over, I would love to either learn how to fix it or pay you to repair it.”

“Sure thing; I can repair it now if you want,” she pulled out her pack of smokes, placing an unlit one in her mouth, “Not like I’m gonna join ya on the field…” She fumbled around for her lighter before flicking the silver zippo open.

“You aren’t?” Uriel raised a brow, watching her struggle to get a spark.

“Nope, I ain’t a hunter,” her brow furrowed in irritation at her unworking lighter.

She watched as the sickly-looking man snap his fingers and a small flame adorning the tip of his thumb, then he offered to light her smoke by pointing his thumb at her, “I would but I don’t have the energy to retrieve it at the moment, I am still rather exhausted.”

“Ah sure thing,” she nodded and took him up on the offer, lighting her smoke, “Thanks,” she looked at him, unsure how to feel about working with this devil.

An awkward silence fell over the group and, after a few moments, V cleared his throat, “We should get moving while the day is young,” he began to meander back to the van.

Nero nodded and laughed, slapping Uriel’s shoulder, “Race ya’!”

“Oh, you’re so on!”

As the two raced off, Nico caught up to V, “Hey, uh can I ask ya somethin’?”

V nodded, “Sure.”

“If he’s really one of them demons,” she removed the smoke from her mouth and shook her head, “Why’d he help hunt them?”

With a small smirk, V let out a half-laugh huff, “I have never managed to get a clear answer as to why; however…”

After a small pause, Nico raised a brow, “However, what?” She put the cigarette back in her mouth.

The lithe man smiled, although an oddly pained feeling filled his voice, “Uriel used to read with me and when I’d ask his motives he’d always point to the same start of a poem; ‘Can I see anothers woe,/And not be in sorrow too?/Can I see anothers grief,/And not seek for kind relief. Can I see a falling tear./And not feel my sorrows share,/Can a father see his child,/Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.’.”

“What’s that suppose’ to mean? He’s got a soft spot for humans?”

“Perhaps. He has never stated much beyond having a strong distaste for humanity as a whole.”

She pursed her lips, “Great that’s reassurin’.”

“He means well,” he softly sighed, “His experiences with people have been far from amicable.”

“ ‘least Nero seems to like ‘em.”

“It would seem so, yes.”

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Sports the Teen Justice Characters Would Be Good At

Besides martial arts, Talia would be good at horseback riding. C’mon, is this really a surprise? She loves fighting and martial arts but she loves animals more. Talia is known in horseback racing as a rich kid niche but even out of the track, she loves to take care of the horses before and after the race. The team (besides Laurel) finds out about her skill in this when they went to Laurel’s farm house and Talia went straight to the stables to get the black horse the Kent family got for she who she named Chiroptera, which is the scientific name for bats.

As we’ve already seen in the Super Sons comics, Laurel is good at soccer. It was early on when the team found out about this since she suggested they play it as a team building exercise. What they didn’t count on was that she gets her competitiveness from Talia. Klarienne, Talia, and Laurel were up against Troy, Jess, and Jacqui. The other three thought they had an advantage since Jess is a speedster but then again, Superman can move as fast as Flash. It ended with Troy getting a sprained wrist, Jess got bruised on both legs and Jacqui got stiff muscles on her back. They got better and Laurel was extremely distant and apologetic for the next week.

Klarienne, as we know it, loves baseball. I don’t know why this is and I don’t care, it’s adorable. She just wants to play baseball with her team. Jacqui, let her play baseball now that you have Raven on the team. Nonetheless, the first time they played baseball and Klarienne volunteered to be batter/hitter and ended up hitting the ball too high up, it burned when it reached the ground. They looked at her and she was just smiling innocently. At the time, Jess was on the team and they were like, “Oh, we’re gonna win, not because we’re good, but because I’m scared to see what happens if we don’t”.

Troy is basketball. This is the reason I made this post. The latest issue implied that there was a sport similar to it and even if he wont admit it, he’s good at basketball. He also suggested they play this as a team building exercise. They’d often play three on three but with Raven now, they had to pick one member to be referee and it would often be either Klari or Raven. There are times though that Troy would want to challenge himself and suggest that they’d play 6v1. So far, they’ve only defeated him twice.

Track and field aside, Jess likes to skateboard. I don’t know why, I just feel like they would. I think they like the fact that they don’t have to run everywhere at every time and skateboarding was the easiest excuse they could give to people when they ask how they’re so fast to get to somewhere. So they actually taught themselves how to use it and learned quickly. The team found out about this when Laurel suggested they go to the skate park and Jess was more than excited to try out their newest skateboard.

Besides swimming, Jacqui is good at darts. She isn’t so good with archery no matter how much training Talia or Troy teach her, it’s not cut out for her. Talia thought of something and realized she’s used to using her spear and thought she could be good at darts since she’d have better control over it. She started with darts and the team gifted her with new ones that were designed to look like her spear. Talia didn’t tell anyone in the team but she told Jacqui that the darts were designed to release a toxin once it hits something/someone even if it’s just a graze. (Like the blade in the shoe in Kingsman)

Raven is great at ice skating and you cannot change my mind. I just love the idea of Raven, who is always so quiet and unsocial and mysterious adds more mystery to his life and shows how natural he is when it comes to ice skating. The team found out during the winter and one of them suggested they go ice skating in the city park’s frozen lake. While everyone was hesitant to step into the ice, Raven just skates in and does his own thing. The team just watches him and Troy is in awe because he’s head over heels for this boy and loves how graceful and unbotheredly happy he looks. When he skates over to them, they just stare and he’s like, “What? I like to ice skate.”

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elise-51-blog · 1 year

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WIP "Run to Daylight"

(For @shovitch , I've been stuck on this fic for so long, and there's no Kyle in this snippet, but it's one of the better written portions, and you were so nice to remind me that there are other Guy Gardner fans out there, so maybe I'll get inspired after posting this....Here you go, luv. <3 )

Summer 1989

He is nine years old and the days are eternities.

Every day he runs out after breakfast and stays out until sundown; no one knows where Guy has been all day, but no one worries too much, neither. Bobby’s big brother Joe pitches to all the neighbor kids all day, and even though Guy can’t really hit too good, Joe calls Guy “Charlie Hustle” and cheers for him when he runs around the basepath like a maniac. Later, Joe gives Guy Pete Rose’s Winning Baseball, and even though it’s a book for grown ups, Guy slowly makes his way through the whole stinkin’ thing.

When Dad’s not working he’s out with Mace, taking him through football drills. That’s okay though, football’s boring. Guy borrows VHS tapes of the ‘75 and ‘76 World Series games from the library. He starts running to first base after ball four, and everyone laughs at him, but screw those guys because bookin’ it to first on a walk is exactly what Charlie Hustle does.

Just before school starts, Guy’s mom looks up from her book after dinner and tugs at his shaggy hair.

“We’ll get your haircut tomorrow.”

“Can I get it how I want?”

Dad’s still out with Mace.

She swallows a little wine and looks back down at her book. “Sure, baby.”

He pumps his fist and darts in to kiss her cheek, dumping his dishes in the sink. Star Trek’s on in just a minute. “Thanks, Mom!”

He brings Pete Rose’s baseball card with him to the barbershop the next morning. When he shows it to the barber, his mother looks over his shoulder, That’s really what you want? but she’s got a smile with it too, so he nods excitedly and starts telling them both about why Pete Rose is his favorite player, except maybe for Brooks Robinson, but even Pete Rose thinks Brooks Robinson is in a higher league than anyone else ever, and Pete Rose can play just about any position and he’s so good that he was intentionally walked in game three of the World Series in 1975, bases loaded, you know, that’s how much of a threat Pete Rose was, they couldn’t take a chance. What a great team that was, Joe Morgan and Johnny Bench, but Pete Rose, boy, he always plays to win. He once said he’d walk through hell in a gasoline suit just to play baseball, and the barber laughs even as his mom tells him not to say “hell.”

When they get home, his dad looks right at him for the first time all summer.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Mom turns around from the kitchen sink. “He likes his hair that way, Rolly.”

“It’s stupid. It looks like we can’t afford to get him a decent clip.”

Guy pipes up. “It’s like Pete Rose wears it, Dad. It’s cool.”

“Oh, it’s cool, is it?” Dad grabs a beer from the fridge and heads to his recliner by the tv. “You don’t see your brother goin’ around in a faggy haircut just to be cool. You know where your brother is now?”

Guy waits for the answer.

“He’s out drillin’ his footwork so he can play a real man’s sport.”

His mom turns back to the sink. “He likes baseball, Rolly.”

“You’re turnin’ him into a sissy.”

Guy stays near his mom when Rolly leaves. She sighs, looking him over with her hands in the soapy water. “Maybe it’s best if we change it, baby.”

He clenches his teeth at the unfairness of it all. He knows to a certainty that Mace cuts his hair like Joe Montana, and it’s definitely “just to be cool.”

“I don’t care what he thinks.”

She nods as if she already knew what he’d say. “Just try not to set him off again, okay?”

He goes upstairs in his room to flip through Winning Baseball. He hears Mace slam through the front door just before dinnertime. When he comes upstairs to change, Mace pokes his head into Guy’s room and snorts, pushing his dumb, sweaty feathered bangs back. Girls had been coming around a lot more recently; Mace seemed to have skipped the awkwardness of puberty and went straight to Chick Magnet.

“That’s pretty bad, Guy.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re gonna get the shit beat out of you at school.”

“Pete Rose doesn’t get beat up.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not Pete Rose.”

“You used to like baseball too, you know. I’m not stupid, I found your old baseball cards.”

Mace’s face pinches up. “It’s just a little kid’s game.”

“No it’s not.”

“Whatever,” Mace hesitates in the doorway. “Look, I know you don’t care what people think, little brother. But, believe me, life’s gonna be a lot easier if you start.”

Guy shakes his head, biting down on his cheek. “So what, be more like you? Dad’s little soldier?”

Mace stares past Guy to the 8x10 glossy of the ‘66 Orioles hanging over his bed Mom had found at a garage sale.

“It might help.”

“I hate him.”

Mace doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at him. “You’re too young to understand anything.”

“I understand he’s a drunk and he’s an asshole.”

That gets Mace’s full attention. “Shut up.”

“No,” and for some reason Guy wants to cry, but he pushes it all down just a little bit longer.

“You don’t remember how he was,” Mace pinches his nose. “Life’s not a baseball game, Guy. It’s more complicated. People get…they get hurt, or sad. They get fired. Forgotten about. You just…you don’t get it.”

“He hits Mom.”

That gets Mace to flinch, which feels kind of good.

“He doesn’t mean to.”

Guy feels a hot flush all over, and suddenly his chest is tight, his throat is tight, and his face is wet, his eyes blurry. “I hate this family.”

Mace stares at his feet. “I know.”

Mace tells him he’d better clean up for dinner, and he does. They’re quiet at the table until Dad makes another jab at Guy’s hair. Mace cuts in and asks Dad about how great Joe and the 49ers were looking this year, and how they’d go all the way, no question. How it was a shame that the Colts look like crap, that’s what they get for moving away, and would they ever get football back in Baltimore? Surely, surely they would, no doubt about it. It just makes Rolly mad that the whole goddamn city had to suffer just because a couple greedy Jews got bored and decided to swap a few franchises around. Goddamn Irsay and his goddamn LA Rams, goddamn shame to see the Colts in Indianapolis of all places, who the hell thought that up?! Mace just nods his head along, shooting Guy little glances, making sure his little brother’s not about to screw up dinnertime again, upset Almighty Dad by speaking or tipping over a glass of milk or something.

The first day of school a sixth grader tells Guy he looks like a retard.

“Takes one to know one, chucklehead.”

“Watch your mouth, Opie--”

Guy charges him, puts his head into the kid’s gut real hard, but the kid’s a lot bigger and after a few seconds Guy’s wrestled to the ground, his arms pinned, the jackass sitting on his chest until Guy can hardly breathe.

Three weeks later nothing is better, and Mace keeps telling him it’s only going to get worse in middle school and Don’t get a reputation as a weirdo now, stupid. So Guy asks his mother to take him back to the barber, and she doesn’t even put up a fuss like he expects: it must be that bad.

When the barber asks him what he wants he just shrugs and swallows and tells him he doesn't really care all that much. His mother says she’s always liked it short because he’s got “such a nice bone structure,” whatever that means. The barber gives him a flattop, short and clean all around.

It doesn’t take too long. “See, now that’s a haircut. I could set my watch to that haircut.”

His mother laughs, such a rare sound, and the barber keeps rolling, “We got a young Johnny Unitas right here. You play football, kid?”

Mom pets him on the head, and he feels about five years old. “He likes baseball.”

“Mickey Mantle, then. Ol’ Mick always kept a clean look too. Real timeless.”

Guy hates the Yankees.

He’s quiet in the car. His mother tells him he looks very grown up and keeps a hand on his knee the whole ride home.

#guy gardner #mace gardner #brothers #baseball #pete rose #fanfic #so many sports references i'm so sorry #this fic will be a love letter to Guy Gardner but also to baseball in a way #period typical homophobia #period typical everything #referencing the bowl cut but I've made it the Pete Rose cut in this universe #everyone calls Pete Rose ‟Charlie Hustle‟ because he was an absolute Beast on the field #Johnny Unitas #reference to an old Simpsons joke good lord #now there's a haircut you could set a watch to #Baltimore Colts #DC comics #guykyle #eventually

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sassy-seungmo · 2 years

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footy-kim seungmin

seungmin x reader

probably niche for australian stays, two words collide lol

warning: st kilda supporter😟

The roar of the crowd sounded loudly, oddly enough it felt a lot like home to you as you allowed the noise to make your nerves grow more. Bouncing off of the walls that built up the large stadium holding tens of thousands of people.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like this.” Seungmin commented, his wide puppy smile on full display showing off his braces at the sight of your own beaming smile.

“I’m excited,” you admit, you had met Seungmin in university, sitting beside him in class one day when you had nowhere else to sit. Him and his friend Felix had been more then welcoming and whilst you had originally begun as a trio, you and Seungmin had started to hang out alone and eventually even you two couldn’t ignore the growing feelings.

Although Felix had acted as if he was heartbroken at the revelation, even he could admit that he saw it coming and that he was glad you were both happy, as long as he wasn’t completely forgotten about.

“Sorry, I’m just excited for you to be here.” You respond. Although you and Seungmin had to been together for what felt like ages it was the first time he was going to experience an AFL game, which admittedly you were obsessed with.

“It’s not a bad thing, seeing you happy is going to make this better.” He reassured, reaching out to adjust your red, white and black beanie so that it was properly warming you up, by his standards.

You hadn’t expected for Seungmin to be so protective when you had started dating, but you couldn’t deny that it made you feel adored when he would rest a hand on your back to guide you or how he’d always ensure he had an extra hoodie in his car, an extra hair tie on his wrist and extra snack for you when you were together.

“I’m as crazy for this as you are for baseball,” you tease making him half poke his tongue out as he so often did. “Thank you for coming by the way, I know you don’t really understand it.”

“It’s all good,” he says, eyes darting as he followed the football as it got kicked the way that you wanted, his body jumping in shock when you let out a cheer at a volume louder then he had ever heard you speak. “Are you sure you’re my girlfriend?”

“Shut up,” you laughed, hiding your face in your scarf at the side of you that he apparently had yet to see. “Me being a sports nerd doesn’t ruin everything for you does it?”

“I don’t think I’d ruin this good thing that we have going over that, plus we’ve already established that I’m not that different from you.” You smiled in satisfaction at his words, heart bursting at the fluttering feelings that he so often made you feel.

“If I were you Seungmin, I would be reconsidering everything that you two have built up.” You and Seungmin both turned to look at Felix who was bundled up in layer upon layer to keep himself warm in the winter weather and his hands covering his ears at the scream that he wasn’t expecting from you.

“You’re just jealous that you third wheel all the time now.” You say, leaning so that Felix’s hand couldn’t reach you when he tried to slap you.

“You know you didn’t have to come.” Seungmin pointed out, much to the blonds disgust.

“I’ll never come again, don’t worry.” Felix huffed, crossing his arms as he turned his attention on the game.

You smiled at Seungmin who wrapped his arm around you, his presence feeling even better in the cold winter weather.

For the remainder your head rested on his shoulder, moving up periodically as you yelled at the game and got either frustrated or excited. Hands clapping excitedly, slapping Seungmin’s arm every so often, and whilst it hurt he couldn’t wipe off his smile at you getting so hyped up.

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deputy-buck · 2 years

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I've seen your hc post about Tim, you said you hc him having an older brother Cade, I'm super curious about him! I love seeing Justified OCs! Anyway, if you're up for it, could you write his experiences in 5, 7, 8, 10, 11, 22, and 25 of that Childhood Headconon ask game? I want to know more about his and Tim's childhoods! thank you! -🦆Anon

Thank you so much, this means a lot to me, 🦆Anon! (Duck? Mallard? Drake?)

5. What was their favorite toy/s?

Yard Darts. Fuckin, Yard Darts. The '70s was such a great time for Toy Safety! He and Derek -his childhood best friend and eventual partner- used to launch them at each other, and I mean hurl the fuckin things at one another when they were around seven. They both have a shit load of scars from them, most are faded now because they never went very deep into the flesh despite lookin like they'd go way deeper. These motherfuckers, they're so fun.

Outside of those, Cade had two Dinobot Transformers: Slag the Triceratops and Snarl the Stegosaurus. In all honesty, he has no clue how he got either of these, he knows they're expensive now and he's sure they weren't exactly cheap then. He assumes his mother either stole them to sell later and he hide them from her or he picked them from a donation box, or possibly the lost and found box at school.

He wasn't really attached to them, he let Tim play with them as much as he wanted because he knew Tim was smart enough to not destroy them. They gained significance later, durin the first two months of Tim's boot camp when Cade was alone with his thoughts... And Rodney. Or at least what was left of Rodney after Cade did what he had to do. For Tim, it's for Tim, he can't hurt Tim anymore and Tim can't make the mistakes I made. They became symbols that "I'm not like that, I was a normal kid, I didn't enjoy it when I did it."

He and Derek also had pump action BB-guns that they used to have mini wars with. They would over pump the ever livin shit out of them and end up with welts and bruises the size of baseballs with how fast the BBs went. Derek is sure he's still got a BB inbedded in his thigh. Cade doesn't remember what they looked like other than just bein generic BB-guns.

7. Did anything in their childhood explain why they are how they are now?

Besides watchin the River Drowning of 1990 play out leadin him to want to be a Game Warden later in life? Not really, he had a pretty good grasp on who he was from a really young age; I mean, thrust the responsibility of raising a child on a child, they grow up fast. Maybe that's why he went into the Marine Corps with the plan to be a Reconnaissance Man: tight-knit, family-type teams full of fierce loyalty, he was used to that atmosphere because he had created it for Tim back home.

He's got an incredibly even temper when it comes to just about anythin from raising a kid and tip-toein around volatile parents, but he's got a hair trigger temper when it comes to Tim, he'd deck anyone for so much as lookin at Tim funny for too long. He still carries that visceral feelin with him today, and he'll still act on it if he needs to.

8. What is their happiest childhood memory?

Is it cheesy to say when Donna and Rodney brought baby Timothy home from the hospital? (hospital is used lightly, it was more of an understaffed clinic with midwives.) The more he thinks about that day, the higher it ticks on his list of good memories even thought it's at the top.

Cade had just finished his homework after walkin home from school in the sludgy cold of February, he heard the tires of Daddy's Chevy crunchin the gravel driveway like they always did, too fast and flingin rocks all across the street. Cade felt the same wash of panic he did every time he heard it, rushed to clear his school papers from the kitchen table and make sure the ashtrays in the livin room were empty.

What he wasn't expectin was to see Mama with her arms full of green fabric. Cade knew what her belly meant, but he wasn't told when the baby would come. God, he was so excited all the prior panic was washed away with the need to see what was wrapped up in that green fleece. His daddy snapped at him for crowdin Mama, growlin for Cade to "wait a damn minute! quit actin like fuckin heathen! you'll see Tim when Donna puts him down!"

That's how Cade found out he has a baby brother named Timothy, Daddy yellin at him. Damn if he cared though, he just wanted to hold who he knew would be his favorite person for life.

10. If they aren't straight - what were some early childhood signs?

Callin them "signs" seems like it's somethin you need to catch before it gets worse. Or like there are textbook factors to look for. Gross.

When he started tryin to understand his feelins and attempt to express himself was in second grade, around eight years old. He asked another boy to be his Elementary school dance partner instead of one of the many girls who liked Cade, no, he wanted to dance with the curly haired, honey eyed boy with a thick accent and crooked smile. The boy scowled at Cade and thought it was a joke, a poorly made joke, but still a joke and that's how Cade played it off to not get hit or told on. It hurt. God, it hurt so fuckin bad to realize he was alone in how he felt.

Cade never freaked out and tried to will bein gay away, he knew that wouldn't work, but he also knew he could never tell anyone with the way everyone always talked about Them Queers. He didn't even know the word "gay" until much later, adults always referred to queer people as "Inverts" "fags" and "predators" when he was little, not to mention the common comparison of queer people and the real monsters of the earth.

11. Who was their first childhood crush?

Derek. Or, as Cade thinks of his name: 💘🔆🌈🌻👑💚Derek💚👑🌻🌈🔆💘 He is absolutely head over heels for this man. They aren't married and both hate the term boyfriend so they use partner and "my old man" as all good Southerners do.

Derek was his next door neighbor for his whole childhood, they were born within a few months of each other and their mothers were friends so they became friends. Safe to say they were around each other a hell of a lot. Cade initially thought he just admired Derek the way all best friends admired each other: thinkin he was so cool, and wantin to be like him. Turns out Cade didn't want to be like Derek, he just wanted Derek.

22. Did they sleep with any stuffed animals?

Cade didn't, but Tim did, so whenever Tim would crawl into his bed after a bad nightmare, a little stuffed deer was always there in Cade's bed as well. If he remembers right, it was a Bambi toy.

25. What type of kid were they in daycare/preschool?

He never went to daycare or preschool, and Rodney and Donna didn't see a need to spend money on either service when it wasn't a requirement to enroll him in primary school. If both his parents needed to be out, they'd leave him home alone. That didn't happen all too often beings as Derek's mama was a stay at home mother, Donna instead dumped Cade -and Tim once he was born- onto her whenever Donna was sick of takin care of them or wanted to go get high, which was often. Cade figures it was better than being left alone, or being around his strung out mother doing god knows what on the street.

I'm sorry this took so long, wasn't expectin some of the answers to be long!

(If y'all want to to list any CWs I will, I didn't think anythin was graphic enough to warrant them)

#thank you!!!! so much!!!! hes my boy and I'm happy someone else is interested in him!!!#cade gutterson #oc: derek #if y'all wanna send me last names for Derek #id love that #should i tag tim?#fuck it #tim gutterson #justified kinda

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fangirlandtheories · 2 years

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Ahh!! Your answers were so good. I LOVE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET ANSWER SO MUCH ;_; here are some more questions: Dream scene with Steve and Robin? What character,that he hasn't interacted much with, would you like Steve to have a scene with in s5? Whats something you REALLY hope doesn't happen to Steve in s5 (besides dying or a romantic relationship)? Can we get a vague hint at an upcoming plot point in They Built You A Temple And Locked You Away? (Like that game where you describe something poorly.) If Steve ever got a tattoo what would it be of, and where would it be placed? Steve gets a cat, how did he come by it and what does he name it? Do you think they should end the series with a where are they now segment like they used to do at the end of 80s movies, or would you rather they ended it on a fade to black sappy scene (though lets be real they'd probably end it on a WHAT IF ITS NOT OVER bad guy opening their eye thing)?

Bonus: Do you have a favorite stranger things meme? If so, lets see it!

Thank you!!!! I love these so much omg

Okay so this is like polar opposite of what I described with the last question and how I want scenes of emotional vulnerability, not just banter between the two, BUT there's this fic I read and I will link it here (please read the tags for possible tws as it's an intense fic but so wonderfully written) but essentially there is a moment where Steve is attacked (in the case of this fic he's assaulted) and Robin goes absolutely feral and I would pay so much money to see Maya Hawke kick some ass on screen instead of just making jokes about clumsiness. I want to see her launch herself, full claws out, jut to defend her best friend because he's fucking worth it.

Okay this one took me a few minutes of thought because I couldn't think of anyone that he hasn't interacted with at least a little, but then it hit me like a ton of bricks: Joyce and Hopper. Give the boy a set of loving, doting parents.

Okay well I reaaaally don't want to see him die but this sounds terrible but like I don't want to see him be okay right away. I thrive on angst and h/c and these people have been through serious trauma. I want to see him struggling but ultimately living with and coping with it in a healthy way. I don't want him to cope right away though, no one would be able to just move on, but I mostly don't want to see Steve end up with Nancy if I'm being honest. I have no qualms with Stancy shipper, to each their own, but for me it isn't it. I feel like as a couple it's a backslide for both of them in terms of character development and it also kinda feels a bit like lazy writing to just shove them back together instead of strengthening their bond as friends. They have hurt each other deeply and moved on without really fixing anything so it doesn't seem right to just pretend that it never happened.

What a fun and deviously interesting question. I hope I can answer it with as much devilish delight.

Steve's tattoo is a tricky one, I've never thought about it. He definitely keeps it hidden much to Eddie's delight, but I bet it's something sappy like the date of their wedding or a quote or something. Or maybe his baseball bat to match Eddie's arm bats. 100% Steve would find a stray cat, he's an adopt/rescue not shop kinda guy, look at all the children he's adopted inadvertently. He's going to name that cat either Dart or Mews 3 just to fuck with Dustin.

Listen I know it's cheesy but I'd be thrilled with either. I hope it'll be a happy ending and I'm sure that if they were to ever do a spinoff it would either be in the future with the kids of the main characters or it would be a prequel with Dr. Brenner about how the Upside Down really started but I do think there will be a "10 years later" segment and it will definitely be cheesy.

I don't have any specific memes that I love in particular, I tend to either reblog them if they're on here or just laugh and keep scrolling if they are on a different site, but I love all of the "Incorrect Quotes" posts because somehow they are always 10000000% accurate.

#steddie #my writing #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #send me asks #request #send me anons #just for you anon

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trexy225 · 2 years

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Off Limits-Chapter 2: I Giggled Like A Madwoman When I Wrote This

Summary: This fic is so stupid I love writing it.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Peter asked, handing you a cup of coffee.

You yawned as you took a sip.

“Yeah. Just had a lot to think about last night,” you grumbled as you popped some bagels into the toaster.

“About what?” he asked.

Doc Ock's face flashed in front of you, you turned red.

“Nothing, I'm just stressed.’’ you took another sip.

“Uh-huh… Well, MJ’s show is tonight-” “Are you finally going to ask her out?” you interrupted.

“Y/N you know I want to… But I can’t put her in danger, not again.”

“That sucks.” you sighed, he and MJ were perfect for each other, but you knew where he was coming from. You dated a few people ever since you became a superhero, but it was too much. Leading a double life is hard enough, and it gets even harder when you throw a loved one into the mix. You were thankful that your own family was in Colorado, where they couldn’t get hurt.

“Yeah, it does. But as long as she’s safe, I’m ok with it.” he lied.

You put cream cheese on your bagel and looked at the clock, you yelped.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Dude, it’s 8 am!” You pointed to the clock as you darted to get dressed, Peter cursed as he ran into his room. “Jameson is going to kill us!” you exclaimed.

“Oh please, he only cares about our supervisors, he doesn’t care about us.” Peter waved you off, you put your hair up in a ponytail and scowled as you put your crocs on.

“Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N! My office NOW!” you heard Jameson bark as soon as the both of you stepped foot into the building, you looked at Peter as if to say, See? Didn't I tell you so?

Peter sighed as you both went into Jameson's office, he squinted at both of you.

“Why the hell are you two late?” he snapped.

“Why were we five minutes late?” you asked.

“Five minutes you both could have been working your asses off! I’m not made of money and we’re on a god damn deadline here people!”

Why did he always talk like that?

“It won’t happen again, sir.” Peter apologized before you could make another snarky remark.

“Make sure it doesn’t, now get out there and write me a good story.” he waved you both off.

“Of course the day that we’re late, he actually comes to check on everyone,” Peter grumbled as he got his camera ready.

“What are we even supposed to be doing a story on?” you asked.

Peter squinted at the e-mail.

“The Mets game.” he brightened up a bit.

“I haven’t been to one of those in ages, maybe this day won’t suck…” you smiled as you both left the building.

“Did you see how far that ball went?! It’s still going!” You exclaimed to Peter, who was frowning. “Hey… what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Something’s not right…” he muttered.

“What?!” you yelled, you couldn’t hear him over the cheers.

“I SAID, SOMETHING’S NOT-” Peter yelled before the crowd fell silent, Peters's head snapped up and he groaned, you followed his gaze.

One of Doc Ock's actuators caught the rouge baseball, he revealed himself as he rose above the crowd, his face was projected on the Jumbotron.

“Are you serious?” Peter threw his hands up. “Is it too much to ask for one day off?” he complained.

“Apparently not.” you sighed as you started to dash up to a restroom, Peter followed you.

“I always wanted one of these…” Doc Ock’s voice boomed as he examined the baseball, the entire stadium chattered nervously. “I can tell that you all are wondering why I’m here, and although I wish I could say it was just to enjoy a baseball game. It’s not.” he tossed the baseball up as he continued. “This field is bombed-” the stadium erupted into screams, you and Peter darted into the restrooms. “Would you let me finish?!” He snapped, the stadium quieted. “Now, believe me when I say that I DO NOT want to blow up-”

“Then don’t!” Peter yelled on top of the Jumbotron, the stadium cheered, and the Doctor grinned up at him.

“Well, if it isn’t Spiderman, how have you been?” he asked as his actuators started to advance towards Peter, you got into position and gave a thumbs up to Peter.

“You know, I was enjoying the game, had a hot dog, the usual.” he shrugged.

“I’m so sorry that I had to ruin your day.” Doc Ock lied, you lept into the air and dove down, removing your gloves.

“I LOVE YOU FROGETTE!” a man cheered, Doc Ock looked up.

“Seriously?!” You yelled down as you got swatted out of the air.

“A surprise attack?” he asked, unimpressed.

“We hadn’t used one of those in a while, so I figured we might as well-” you were cut off by one of Doc Ock's actuators whacking you into the Jumbotron, you groaned, Peter crawled down next to you.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, watch out!” you lept up into the air as a hot dog stand was thrown up at you two. Peter shot out a web to catch the stand before it crushed some bystanders, you glode down to Doc Ock, chucking a hot dog at him, he yelled out in anger as he launched himself towards you, pinning you against the jumbotron. There it was… that feeling again. Your reflection stared back from his goggles, you reached out but his other actuators put them back. “I’m not letting you do that again.” he snarled.

“Worth a shot.” you managed to get out.

“Why must you be-” his face fell as he looked past you.

“What? Do I have ketchup on-” you managed to turn your head and turned red.

The Jumbotron had a kiss cam filter on, trained onto you and Doc Ock.

“What-why…no.” he stammered, turning red.

“Should we give them what they want?” you said… Why the hell did you say that? “WHAT THE FU-” the doctor yelled, but you had already broken free and jumped up, Peter shot a web and grabbed your hand, you both swung and landed in the middle of the field. You looked up to see the kiss cam now on you and Peter.

“NO, NO!” You both yelled at the cameraman. The cameraman sighed and nodded sadly. You both watched the cameraman get picked up by the ankles. Doc Ock was furious, dangling the cameraman in the air.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Peter muttered as you both got ready to fight again.

“Now’s not the time dude,” you said through gritted teeth.

“It was just a joke man!” The cameraman yelped.

“I didn’t find it very funny.” Doc Ock growled, shaking him.

“I mean it was pretty funny.” Peter quipped.

“Dude!” you warned.

“Ok, ok.” Peter sighed as he shot a web at the cameraman, pulling him back to him.

“I’m done playing these games,” he growled, taking out a detonator.

“Oh crap he’s being serious,” you muttered as you shot up to him.

Peter shot a web at the detonator, the doctor shook his hand, but he couldn’t press it. You tackled him and he fell back.

“Get off of me!” he snapped.

“Let me just touch you then!” You struggled to knock him out.

“Don’t EVER say that again!” He pushed you off, you glode down and landed next to Peter, the cameraman was curled up in a ball.

“I think we’ve pissed him off,” Peter commented.

“You think?” you rolled your eyes as Peter flung you back up to Doc Ock, you grappled him and reached for his face.

“If you would just let me knock you out-” you muttered.

“Why are you so irritating?” he growled, his actuators trying to pry you off of him, he cursed as he looked up at the jumbotron, you managed to wipe your hand on his cheek, he immediately passed out. You sighed in relief as you turned to look at the jumbotron. It had another kiss cam, Peter was holding the camera as he waved, you shook your head as you shot out your tongue to get out of the stadium, Peter swung after you after he webbed the doctor up.

“What? It distracted him!” he called after you.

You didn’t say anything as you landed on top of a skyscraper.

“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up about this-”

“Because I’m OBVIOUSLY going to have to write an article about today, and Jameson’s going to want me to play this whole thing up!”

“Oh god Twitter got ahold of it,” Peter muttered.

“That’s it, that’s it, we’re leaving New York… I’m getting a new identity, I can get a cool new name like… Crystal-”

“That’s a stripper name.”

“Do you have any suggestions?” you asked.

“You always reminded me of a Lily,” Peter admitted.

“That’s a basic name.” “Crystal is a basic name AND a stripper name-no, no Y/N you have a good name, and you’re not leaving and changing your identity,” Peter told you firmly.

“Why not?” you complained.

“Because the city needs us, Doc Ock just tried to bomb the stadium, and we have no idea what he’s planning on doing next.”

“What do you think he’s planning? These attacks have been random,” you asked, putting on your gloves.

“None of his attacks are random, we just haven’t figured out the pattern yet. But he’s planning something big… Have you sensed anything yet?” Peter asked.

“No,” you muttered, looking at the stadium, police cars were clustered around the stadium.

“That’s good at least, how long do you think it will take him to break out of prison?” Peter asked.

“Probably less than an hour.” you bet.

“He killed ten people last time,” Peter muttered.

You didn’t say anything, your cheeks were still hot from your encounter with the villain.

“...You have a ship name now,” Peter said, looking at his phone. “Do you want-”

“No. A thousand times no.” you snapped as you lept off to your apartment.

“IT’S A REALLY BAD ONE!” Peter teased, swinging after you.

“I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT DON’T TEST ME!” you yelled, the police sirens slowly fading away.

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