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fantasylandloser · 9 months

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marriage pact pt.2

summary: the besties are getting used to their new relationship

Warnings: smut, mdni, oral (fem recieving), mentions of dry humping, mentions of implied bi!reader, Stevie's happy trail makes another appearance, public sex?? (not actually penetration), lmk if i missed anything

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

A/N: thank you to all the people who showed part one so much love, especially everyone who had v unhinged things to say (i love you the most) also i gave us a cool ass, loving mom

part 1

*****

“I’m just saying, we should talk about it eventually.” Steve tells you, unable to conceal the smirk on his face. He stood in the doorway of your bathroom watching you evade questions he threw at you about your past hookups. Essentially he didn’t really care, he was the last person in Hawkins who should have the privilege of caring about who other people hookup with. But he was a little curious, considering your face went up in flames as soon as he brought it up. Also maybe slightly jealous.

You huff at Steve’s persistence, dropping your mascara back into the bag. “Are we going to talk about all the people you’ve hooked up with Steve?” Annoyance laced your tone at his line of questioning, but he knew your annoyance was just poorly concealed embarrassment.

The two of you were supposed to be getting ready to meet up with Robin, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan when he randomly asked you about the past guys you’ve been with. He was already dressed and now he was waiting for you to be, curiously watching your every step.

“We’ve talked about me for years. Everyone in Hawkins has talked about me.” He laughs, a little self deprecating. “We’ve never talked about you, and we don’t have to.” He’s moving in on you arms, caging you into the counter, shaggy hair sweeping from his forehead. “I’m just curious, not judging you.” Your eyes meet his sincere ones in the mirror, the kicked puppy look he’s been giving you since you were kids working like a charm.

“Billy Hargrove fingered me in our Anatomy class, junior year.” You start, your face red as you shift your eyes, from Steve’s shocked ones. “That was before he..”You trail off not knowing exactly how to word your next thoughts.

“Beat me to a pulp?” Steve offers, with a sardonic grin.

You nod with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” You really mean it, too. You felt so bad after you saw Steve like that, bruised up by a guy that had been touching you.

“Not judging, remember.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and despite the ugly feeling of jealousy sitting in the pit of his stomach he really wanted you to continue.

“I always knew he had a thing for you.” He says, thinking of all the times he’d catch Billy staring at you. He’s pretty sure that’s half the reason he beat his ass. Steve would always have an arm around your shoulder or one of your legs in his lap.

You go back to distracting yourself as you put your eyeliner on. “And don’t be weird about this later,” You say, which gives him warning to brace himself. “Eddie took my virginity in the back of his van senior year.” You say it so casually that Steve’s sure he didn’t hear you correctly.

“Eddie?” Steve says, his face wearing his shock. “You mean like Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” You slap his arm at that.

“Don’t call him that.” You defend, which Steve rolls his eyes at, knowing Eddie loved the nickname.

“Our friend, Eddie? Who, we happen to be seeing tonight?” Obviously too flabbergasted to remember his no judgment rule, you quickly remind him.

“I thought this was a judgment free zone.” You murmur, too mortified to even look at him. This brings Steve back to himself.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just surprised. Didn’t see that coming.” Steve’s hands are on his hips and you know he’s about two seconds from pacing a hole through a floor to wrap his head around it. You can’t help but think he’s adorable for stressing himself out about a question he asked you to answer.

“Yeah we hooked up for a while I guess, but then-” You’re cut off by your own thoughts, sheepish at the thought of your next words until you look at Steve’s puzzled expression. “Then Tommy threw that huge party and you got drunk off your ass and told me we were gonna get married and I just-” You shrug, pretending to be oh so busy with your eyelash curler. “Broke it off with him the next day. Didn’t wanna lead him on, when my head was… elsewhere.” Thinking of you. You tell Steve all this without making a morsel or eye contact. It should really scare Steve how good you are at playing casual with your feelings.

“Oh, honey.” The kiss he plants on your shoulder is sweet, as he secures his arms around you. “I really love you.” Steve whispers, and it’s not the first time he’s said it, but in this context it is. The words are so much heavier after the shift in dynamic between the two of you.

“I love you too.” Again you say it so unbothered, so naturally, that Steve would think you didn’t mean it if he couldn’t feel the way your pulse quickened.

“So, after Eddie?” He prods. You take a second like you’re contemplating telling him.

“If I tell you, you can’t tell Robin.” Steve looks confused but agrees regardless. “You can’t tell anyone.” You reiterate.

“Okayy, based on what you’ve already told me I’m not sure how it could get worse.” Steve says. “But I’m not judging.’ He adds after his little sentence.

“Last year, Tammy Thompson, once.” It’s all you say before Steve understands and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“I don’t know you at all.” He states dramatically.

“In my defense..” you began, “The only reason I didn’t tell you was because like right after I had been talking to Robin and told her that I went to the mall with her and then, she randomly mentioned that she used to have the hugest crush on her. And then she told me that the two of you hooked up before and it was weird. Because I never in a million years thought we would have any overlap.” By the time you’re done with your explanation, Steve is still looking at you in shock.

“You don’t tell me anything.” He lies, unaware of the pout that’s formed on his face.

“I tell you everything important.” You counter. You look like you’re thinking, biting your bottom lip nervously. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal for you.”

Steve is all over you before you can overthink any further, and he’d never tell you but you look like you’re about to launch into tears. “Baby it’s not a big deal… I’m just surprised I didn’t know this about you.” He finally understands some of your hesitancy about opening up about your sex life. You were scared to be judged, by him of all people.

“That was the shortest list ever, if it was me we would have been standing here for hours.” He jokes, it's another self deprecating jab and it’s one you can’t ignore.

“Stop doing that. Be nice to yourself.” You scold lightly.

“It’s true.” You knew Steve was no longer a fan of his own promiscuity. You know that he had some regrets about it, but you couldn’t for the life of you understand why.

“It’s hot.” When the words leave your lips, you find yourself turning around in his arms, tilting your head up to get a better look at him. You meet his eyes, watching the bewildered expression on his face.

“It’s really hot for me, that my boyfriend is more experienced than me. Now.. you can teach me what you know.” You elaborate. Steve’s eyes are watching your lips intently.

“Call me that again.” He requests, his voice gruff. You hold his gaze even though your entire body is on fire from the sudden intensity.

“My boyfriend.” You say softly. The first time you acknowledge him as such. He’s leaning in to kiss you when you duck under his arm, not allowing him to smudge your newly done make up or make you any later than you know you are.

“We’re late.” You remind him, grabbing your shoes.

“Fucking tease.”

*****

Your night out with Steve and your friends, paled in comparison to waking up to him. He’s holding you tightly against him. No shirt on his chest, per usual. A large hand splayed under your shirt and against your stomach. His heat is almost too much for you and you consider rolling away briefly but that’s the last thing you want.

Without ever opening your eyes or moving, you flail your legs to kick the blanket off you, only pausing when you hear a throaty chuckle vibrating beneath you. You freeze realizing you’d been caught looking silly.

“You hot?” He asks, ever so attentive. Usually when the two of you slept in bed together, there was a respectful amount of space between you, now your limbs were intertwined and your heart beats synced.

“Mhm.” You hum, still half sleep. You wouldn’t know it but Steve woke up about thirty minutes before you and he was also feeling like the bed had turned into a sauna overnight, but he’d rather burn to death than wake you up.

Still groggy from sleep, you whine when Steve removes himself from you to turn on the fan and remove the covers the rest of the way off of you. Much to your relief.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” He tells you, letting you know he wasn’t coming back to bed. You were unsure of how he did that. Getting up as soon as he woke up. You were more of a wake up and rot in bed for two more hours kind of girl.

You hadn’t realized, you’d drifted back off to sleep until Steve’s waking you up. “Wanna get up for me, so we can spend some time together?” He offers.

“We could go play basketball at the gym.” He tries again when you don’t budge. This has you perking up slightly. For a reason unknown to him, every time, even in high school, if he mentioned anything to do with basketball you would be there. At first he thought you wanted to play, especially since you proved yourself to be useful on the court, but when he mentioned it to you, you looked disturbed at the idea.

You’re rolling out of bed without answering, but he knows that is your answer and you’re just adjusting to the morning again. So he goes on making sure to cook you a good breakfast.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom, freshly showered you find Steve behind the stove looking very boyfriendish. You can’t help circling your arms around his waist as you inhale his scent.

“Morning’” There’s soft music playing from his phone but other than that the house is quiet.

“Good Morning. Baby.” You grin into his shoulder, feeling oddly domestic..

After eating breakfast with Steve, you made your way to the gym. You’re stopped a million times because this is Hawkins and everyone knows Steve, the once golden boy basketball star, and you who graduated top of your class with a long list of extracurriculars. But most people still only referred to you when speaking about Steve and that was okay with you.

Playing with Steve is never actually about winning for you. The win is seeing Steve like this. Sweaty. In his zone. So fucking focused. You were competitive everywhere else, but on the basketball court, you were all about Steve. He played less now that you were older, so when he offered you couldn’t help but jump at the chance.

You’re barely paying attention to the game because Steve is everywhere. You’re losing really badly even though he’s taking it easy on you. You don’t care.

“Where’s your mind at, honey?” He asks, dribbling the ball he just stole from you and shooting it. You pretend to be frustrated, pretend like you actually care if you lose, like you’re actually giving your best. Steve knows better, but he doesn’t push it, figuring you were just tired still.

When a group of guys Steve played basketball with came into the gym, begging ‘king’ steve to join a game with them, Steve almost declined until you made some comment about being tired and going to sit on the bleachers for a break.

You knew the real show was about to start, and that he’d love a chance to show the guys from high school how he’s still got it. Steve’s gearing all the way up when they start picking teams, and you know based on the line up it’s going to be an aggressive game.

You’re dazed while you watch him play for the next hour. He’s concentrating hard, yelling out an instruction to his other teammates, in charge, sweating so hard that he keeps lifting up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead and revealing that happy trail. Your composure is crumbling quickly.

And you don’t realize the way you’re looking at him even though you know you’re thirsting hard. He sees though. About halfway through the game when he’s checking on you during a time out. You give him your water bottle to drink out of even though you hate sharing germs, run your fingers through his sweaty hair, and give him two kisses despite the fact that he knows he tastes like sweat, and that you have an audience.

After that he realizes how hard you’re watching him and he knows he has to show out for the end of the game. Everytime he glances at you, you look so invested. Like you used to in high school when you suddenly became interested in basketball again after a long hiatus during your pre teen years. Except now there’s a new detail that Steve has noticed. You’re squeezing your thighs together so hard, he thinks you’re about to burst. He can’t help but wonder how long you’ve been that way and if that was the reason you’re so intrigued with basketball, with no interest in playing.

Steve made sure to win. Made sure he earned every filthy thing he was going to do to you. When he walks up to you, you don’t realize that you’ve been caught. Not when he’s dragging you behind him, not even when he opens the door to the men’s locker room, ushering you inside. It’s when he locks the door with you against it that your brain finally kickstarts into realizing what’s happening.

“Steve we’re gonna get caught-” You start but your voice is lodged in your throat when his fingers dip into your shorts. You know what he finds when he does, and if you didn’t the smirk on his face would have told you.

“All this from watching me play, honey.” The condescending lilt to his voice, has your brain turning to mush in the best way. That mixed with the way he’s running his knuckles over your folds.

“Steve” You try again, more firm when you hear voices passing from outside the door, but your voice just turns into a whimper, as you try to cope with the way he’s touching you.

“Shut up for me, so I can focus.” He shushes, yanking your shorts down. You gasp when he does so, but step out of them nonetheless when he gestures for you to do so. This is his first time touching you like this since you dry humped him for all he was worth in the family video parking lot and you’re curious about where he’s going with this.

He grabs your panties, balling them up in his hand before coming back up to you. “Open your mouth.” You do without a second thought, letting him stuff the underwear into your mouth.

“Fuck you’re a good girl.” He notes before dropping to his knees. “Prettiest pussy, I’ve ever seen.” And he’s not talking to you really but to your pussy. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder before going in, licking and slurping at you like a starved man.

You’re pretty sure it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He’s so sloppy about it and you love every second.

When he leans down a bit to fuck your hole open with his tongue, his nose nudges your clit. Your moans and whimpers are concealed by the makeshift gag, but the way your hand flys to Steve’s hair to hold him in place lets him know exactly the effect he’s having on you.

He chuckles when he feels you clenching up on his tongue, already so close and he’s just barely touched you. He presses you deeper into the door when he feels your knees buckling, moaning into your cunt at the feeling of you tugging his hair.

Steve wishes he didn’t need you to be quiet. He wishes he could hear every single one of your whimpers and moans. Hear you calling him ‘Stevie’ in that whiny little voice, but he also knows he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you. Not when you’re all his.

You tumble over the edge pretty quickly, tears cascading down your face, which is the first thing Steve sees when he stands back up, licking his lips. He’s rubbing your overstimulated clit, when he pulls the damp panties out your mouth, releasing all the built up sounds from you.

“Aw, honey.” He coos, wiping away the tears with your panties. He’s fucking filthy. He kisses you after that, so tenderly that you almost forget how he’s toying with you.

“Stevie..” There it is. Steve thinks to himself. He kisses you again trying to hush your moans.

“You like watching me play, sweetheart? That turns you on?” He asks, still massaging your clit.

“So much.” You admit. Steve wants to laugh at how gone you are, but he’s affected just as much as you.

“Not very nice, that you didn’t tell me.” He says.

“M’sorry, Stevie.” You’re getting too loud and Steve has to shush you as he hears voices in the hallway, suddenly remembering where you are.

“It’s okay baby, you gonna cum for me?” As soon as he suggests it, he knows it's coming and his lips are back on yours, silencing your moans.

******

“Dude, why are you staring at me?” Steve asks you, his face red. You stared at him all the way home from the gym. You stared at him when you got home and it had been an hour later, both of you showered and supposed to watch a movie, and you were still staring.

“I just think you’re kinda rude.” You say.

“I’m rude?” Steve asks, flabbergasted wondering what he could have possibly done in such a short period of time. His mouth hanging open.

‘“Yes because I have had, I want to say maybe like three- four orgasms with other people, in the span of multiple years and you’re telling me this whole time you knew how to do that twice in the span of not even like ten minutes.” Steve’s once red face was now taken over by a cocky grin.

“Like dude. How did you do that? I’ve never done that before.” You can’t even bring yourself to care that you’re inflating his huge ego. You’re genuinely confused and you’re thinking it has to be witchcraft.

“It’s easy when you’re that turned on.” He tells you, but you shake your head.

“I’m always that turned on.” You dismiss, making him laugh at how genuine you sound when you say it.

“Always?” He asked, to which you nod.

“You walk around here shirtless every morning. Of course I am.” You say simply, and Steve can’t help but be surprised at your sudden frankness. “And even then I can’t even make myself cum twice. Especially not that fast.”

“So, let me get this right.” Steve starts with a mischievous grin. “You’re saying when you play with yourself, after seeing me shirtless you can’t make yourself cum twice?” He’s teasing you for your slip up and you know it. You can’t help rolling your eyes.

“That’s what I said, Steven.” You say playfully, your eyes narrowed.

His eyes narrow back at you before he’s tackling you to the couch, tickling you. Laughing at your shrieks, and the sight of you trying to wriggle away from him.

“I’m sorry!” You let out in between gasps for air and laughter. When Steve finally lets up you pinch him for being unfair.

When you finally catch your breath, you realize Steve is staring at you with a look that can only be described as adoring.

“Here you go, again.” You say with pretend exasperation, and shaking your head. You’re only teasing him, so that you yourself don’t turn into a pile of mush like always. Steve rolls his eyes at you, realizing just how much he’s missed your banter, these last couple days. You’d gone shy on him, when getting used to the changes in your relationship and he was glad to see that your sass was back in full swing.

“Come give me a kiss.” He insists, gesturing to his lap.

“Why are you always trying to get me into your lap?’ You ask before settling down on top of him anyway. Nothing sexual about it, as you press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips before trying to move again.

“I like you here.” He says before pulling you back down on top of him to get another one. “If that’s how you rush touching yourself, no wonder you can’t make yourself cum.” He jabs, even though that’s not what you said.

You’re about to respond, when you hear someone clear their throat. “Mom!” you yelp in surprise, practically flying off of Steve’s lap.

“Well this is an interesting way to be welcomed home.” Your mom looks almost amused at the display in front of her. The other part is as shocked as you feel, knowing she was home way earlier than she was supposed to be.

“How long were you standing there?” You ask, mortified, You’re seconds away from having the worst meltdown of your life.

“Long enough to know that you should invest in a vibrator. “ She goads, sending Steve a look. He’s redder than a tomato, knowing that the woman who’s known him since before he was ten heard him say that.

Your mom is way chiller than she should be, considering the circumstances, but she’s always been that way. Unbothered and entertained. If that was your dad standing there, you both know this would be an entirely different story.

‘Oh my goodness. Kill me now.” You mutter dramatically.

“No need for theatrics. I knew last week when you came home with that hickey on your neck. You didn’t even bother to try to cover it up either. Where’s the respect?” She jokes , as you hide your face behind your hands at your carelessness.

You’re sure that life cannot get much worse than this.

“Good for you guys. But no and I mean it..” she started seriously “no funny business at all, on my couch.” When you groan she doubles downs. “I’m serious that couch was expensive.”

“Okay mom, we got it, thank you.” You say pulling Steve up from the couch and towards your room, too mortified to make eye contact with her.

Once you and Steve make it to your room both of your horrified faces meet… and you’re doubling over in deranged laughter.

*****

tags: @smilesworldsposts @livsters @ali-r3n @em-guitar-pick @wolflover1005 @lexingtoon @eds1986

p.s. some of these didn't work and idk why

#fantasylandloserfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve x reader #stranger things

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thenewgirl76 · 2 months

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I'll Make You Believe

While the whole "asking a ghost how they died is the worst taboo ever, so don't do it or you'll be in a world of hurt" headcanon is always fun to implement to either create temporary conflict or simply move the story along, I think it'd work just as well on both ends if it was only a minor offense.

Like if you were to ask a once living ecto being how they died the most negative response you'd get would either be some variation of "None of your business puny mortal" or an explanation using the most vividly graphic, stomach turning details as an act of petty revenge as well as insurance you never ask again.

So what could possibly be a way more serious, far more dangerous no-no when it comes to ghosts instead? Well, how about stating ghosts don't exist/there's no such things as ghosts? The reason why being you're invalidating the trauma they've experienced in their last moments.

Makes no difference whether you were aware of this or not. If they find out or worse, it's said to their face? You better hope they'll settle for beating you black-and-blue. Because the alternative is becoming a ghost yourself by the time they're done with you.

Now in dpxyj fics when Danny interacts with Wally and the whole "ghost are/aren't real" argument between them comes into play it's usually depicted as a trivial disagreement. But what if you were to make it more angsty by inserting this take on lack of ghostly etiquette?

Let's say after getting to know his teammates better Danny starts talking about his origins (in vague detail) and exploits, only to eventually be interrupted by Kid Flash declaring that he can't possibly be a ghost as they don't exist. And Robin, Aqualad, Miss Martian, and Superboy all become quite alarmed watching Danny go from easygoing to looking ready to beat Kid Flash to a pulp, as he's now fighting back his ghostly nature. To avoid giving in to the urge he abruptly leaves with a dismissive attitude, much to KF's confusion.

From there it spirals. KF, not realizing he's poking a hornets nest continuing to voice his skepticism whenever the opportunity comes up and each time Danny barely manages to keep it together. Until one day Danny in an explosive rage snatches up KF and in a tone colder than ice tells him he knows what he is, what he went through to reach that state, and that he has no need to justify any of it to him.

Then he leaves once more before he really loses it. Before going after him Miss Martian informs KF of how Danny opened his mind to her and that for his sake she hopes he never shares those memories of what he went through with him. Feeling bad now, KF tries to apologize once Danny returns. Which results in failure again and again since Danny keeps giving him the cold shoulder.

After having yet another apology disregarded KF, in mounting frustration blurts out that he wishes he understood what has Danny so convinced he's a ghost, unaware a certain wish twisting genie he was warned about had been invisibly lurking in the vicinity the instant Danny was elsewhere. Along with the rest of the regulars, as soon as KF's denials had spread to the Ghost Zone Desiree was on the warpath, intent on showing just how real ghosts truly were. By sheer spite and determination she beat everyone else to him, just in time to hear him say the forbidden word, presenting her with the perfect means of retribution.

With a "So you have wished it so shall it be" KF is magically transported to an underwater submarine, occupied by Black Manta. Unable to run as freely without potentially damaging the sub and causing it to flood, the fight upon his unexpected arrival is drawn out to the point KF starts to feel his hyper metabolism weakening him. It's when he's close to dying of starvation that one of the more incompetent goons sends him crashing into the stash of ectoplasm Manta had smuggled with the intent of using it to pollute the waters of Aquaman's Kingdom. The last thing KF sees before blacking out is Desiree looming over him with a smirk of satisfaction.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #young justice #danny fenton/phantom #wally west/kid flash #desiree #halfa wally west #new ghost do's and don'ts headcanon #denial of ghosts' existence is seen as crossing the line #even worst than calling them non sentient and non sapient #for ghosts it's the equivalent of an insensitive ignoramus telling a physically or mentally disabled person to stop faking #wow this just might be my longest post yet.#went on for way longer than i expected or wanted

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starry-eyed-steve · 10 days

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Okay, so normally, I scroll past any ridiculous Steve takes, especially when it comes to death theories or theories about s5 in general. However, I just saw such a bad take that it actually made me angry, I need to make my own post. (Warning, this gets a bit petty towards the end)

Basically, the OP claimed Steve needs to die in s5 for the following reasons:

He has nothing going on in his life. He works a minimum wage job and is stuck in his hometown

He only has Robin and the kids, nothing else

It would not be satisfying if he lived

Steve can't grow more as a character because he already had too much development, so it would be better to end it there

He's only useful for protecting the group and nothing else

His death would be great for other characters because if he scarifices himself, the others are then able to go out in the world, live their lives, and do great things

Okay, that's a lot to unpack here, and I'm kinda speechless people really have such a low opinion about him.

First of all, saying Steve has nothing going on because he works a minimum wage job and doesn't have a concrete plan for the future is such a weird thing to say. He has a job, and even if it's not the best paid one, he still has an income. It's not like he's has nothing to do after he graduated (which he did the first time). If you think Steve needs to have it all figured out by 19 in order to be allowed to live, kindly fuck off. Almost no character has a concrete plan for the future. We never see Robin talk about her plans as well. Besides Nancy wanting to go to Emerson, we don't really know anything about the other characters' plans. The idea that minimum wage jobs are considered as something not worth pursuing or that your life must suck if you have them reeks of privilege. Not everyone can or wants to get a college degree. The people who work in customer service or have manual labor jobs are very valuable members of society, and to imply just because Steve has a minimum wage job working at a video store, so he better dies, is a horrible take. But also again, he is 19 (!!!) and should be allowed to have opportunities to figure out his plans for the future. Plus, he explicitly told us his end goal, he wants a loving partner and kids, and that's reason enough to keep going. (Even if he wouldn't have this goal or plan, he deserves time to figure things out, seeing as he lived his life in survival mode for the past 4 years.)

I also really don't get the second point. What is wrong about Steve having a real friend and a group of people he cares about? Shouldn't that be reason enough for him to keep living? Shouldn't having friends who you care about and who care about you automatically count as something that is enough. Besides, again, he also has a job, likes to go on dates, and it's implied he's still into sports.

The other characters also have each other. They hang out all the time to play their dnd games. Jonathan only has one friend (who now isn't even in the show anymore) and a gf. Nancy barely has any friends as well, besides her bf, who wants to slow mo break up with her. Should they die because they only have like 2 people they are close with? Or is it different because they want to go to college and do well in school, which is the only good purpose characters are allowed to have in order to be deemed worthy of living?

Imo it wouldn't be satisfying if Steve would die after everything he has been through. The show beats him to a pulp every season. He was tortured, maimed, and he sacrificed already so much for the group. He has the most physical trauma, besides Hopper. Even if the show doesn't address it, it's still there. (I hate it sm, but also I blame mostly on limited time that almost no character gets to explore their trauma.) It would be such a disservice to his character if he went through all of that for nothing. What kinda message is that? Killing off the character who is the most hopeful despite everything he went through is not satisfying. None of the main characters' deaths would feel satisfying after going through the horrors like that. (Besides Murray because fuck him)

If you think a character or person can only grow so much until they reach some arbitrary point where they are the perfect version of themselves, you're pretty naive. Nobody stops growing. Even if someone goes through growth, you don't stop your whole life. Maybe start rooting for an arc for Steve, where he gets even better. Where he gets to figure things out, where he becomes a better version of himself. You wouldn't say this to any other character. Just because his growth arc was more noticeable doesn't mean all your other faves didn't grow. Do you want them to stop living because they made choices to be a better person?

You're really underestimating Steve's relationship to the group if you think he's nothing more than a punching bag to them. How can you watch the show and really think this. He's Robins best friend, he helps her grow and be comfortable. He's Dustin's older brother figure. He gives him comfort, and he will most likely help him in s5 with his grief over Eddie. Even with Max, he functions as a brother figure, especially in contrast to her stepbrother. Yes, his primary role in the group is fighter and protector, but he is more than that. He's a friend and important to so many characters.

I think the last point was the thing that made me angry the most. All those other takes I've seen time and time again, but this last one is just disgusting. First of all again to imply that Steve can't do great things because he doesn't have a career plan at 19, which is just gross. And then if you also think the other characters would be so appreciative of this as if they don't give a fuck about Steve. Like Robin and Dustin would be devastated, how much of his death would affect them and their plans to do amazing things? They would be severely depressed and untreated (lets be real mental health issues were not taken super seriously up until recently) they will live with those impacts for the rest of their lives. Trust me I know how terrible depression is and how it fucks with your life plans. Maybe some characters who are not super close to him might use his death for motivation and to achieve those "great" things. But for most parts, his death would have a negative influence on them, on top of the trauma they already endured. If you think his death would only benefit the group, you're underestimating his impact on people. Like Dustin already has a hard time getting over Eddie, Robin would lose the only person who completely understands her, Max would lose another brother figure and a chance to bond with him more. Nancy would lose yet another person who was close to her. How many people should she lose until she snaps completely? But again, it's the implication that Steve's life is worthless because he doesn't go to college or has a shitty job or only has a few friends, that gets me. His life is worth less than other characters' lives because they seemingly have things figured out because they are (book) smarter than him. And btw Steve has a dream for the future, he wants a family and peace, he wants to be a better parent than his own parents were, and if you think that's meaningless or less great, then fuck you!

With those points and logic, Jonathan should also be a contender for character death in s5 as well. He doesn't have a job, he gets high with his only friend who won't be there in s5, he didn't apply for his dream university, he's about to break up with his gf. Jonathan only has his family and barely any growth over the seasons. He is a very stale character. In other words, according to those points made by OP, he has nothing going on and should sacrifice his life for the group as some form of character development.

Or Robin should also die in s5 according to those points. After all, all she has going on for her is a minimum wage job she works with her best friend, school, and a so far miserable love life. We don't know any of her future plans so fuck her I guess. She better sacrifice herself for the group. Or is she allowed to live because she's smarter than Steve (which is a pretty ableist thing to say) and gets to embark on a romantic journey next season?

To sum it up, stop saying Steve has to die because you think his life is meaningless because he's a teenager who hasn't things figured out. Stop saying shit along the lines that Steve isn't smart enough to get to have a life. Stop implying that intelligence is the most valuable thing a person can have and anyone who might lack it is deemed as less worthy of living. Stop saying Steve can't do amazing things if he doesn't go to college and therefore shouldn't be allowed to live. And stop deeming Steve's dream of a family as less meaningful (or meaningless) than academic/career successes. He deserves to live like every other character in the show.

#i'm sorry for being so angry and petty about this #i just can't stand those takes anymore #just say you hate steve and go #and maybe stop putting that shit in the tags and disguise it as s5 speculation #sandra says stuff #if anyone has thoughts about it i'm happy to discuss it with you #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things steve #stranger things discussion

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parthenosvenus · 1 year

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In the midst of a few Vecna-related events that had Steve, Eddie and the others involved in more life-threatening experiences than forecasted, Steve managed to get Eddie a Christmas present.

Eddie hadn’t even registered the holiday nearing while he was scheming and fighting for his life, but Steve Harrington is always a surprise. Steve Harrington will beat the shit out of demobats and other hellish creatures, and act as bait and get beaten up into a pulp as well to protect everyone, and he’ll show up at your doorstep before his work shift two days later like nothing happened.

As it occurred, Steve’s face was still bruised and a bit swollen and his lips cut, but they still curled into a timid smile when he handed Eddie the atrociously wrapped gift.

“It’s Christmas Day?!” Eddie gasped, hesitantly accepting it. It was a bit heavy, definitely porcelain.

“Not yet. In two days,” Steve started explaining, a hand on his hip and one scratching the back of his neck and making his Family Video shirt lift. “It’s a dumb cheap thing that was on clearance sale. And I got it at the mall before things got crazy - wasn’t even thinking about Christmas - but shit might be hitting the fan again, you know. So…” For a moment, Eddie forgot the matter at hand to admire the revealed skin, and it took a bit for him to unwrap the brand new Garfield mug. “You said yours got broken with the earthquake.”

He felt like a bee had just stung his heart. “I have nothing for you though.” Eddie said sincerely, blinking at his personal Santa.

“Tragic.” Steve shrugged, moving closer to his boyfriend until their arms were pressed together. He then took the mug from Eddie’s hands to “check if it got chipped”.

Such a mundane and trivial moment, the way Steve’s eyes grew big and focused to observe the object while his scars weren’t even fully healed, almost made Eddie cry.

To cope with those feelings he cupped Steve’s hands around the mug and resorted to his favorite way to play it down. “I guess the knight will have to repay the princess in other ways…” He teased with a smile and some dramatic flapping of eyelashes, rubbing the skin under his thumbs.

He saw Steve’s expression change into something more hot-blooded and the next moment the present was on the counter and Steve had promptly jumped onto Eddie’s lips, surprising him. As flustered as a middle schooler, Eddie felt heat rising to his cheeks and his fingers itched to hold onto something. He chose the striped polo shirt.

He had just started to unwind when, for some reason, he decided to pull apart for a second and ask, “Weren’t you headed to work?”

Steve took his time to peek at the clock behind them and eventually groaned against Eddie’s mouth. “Fuck,” he whined, briefly pressing their foreheads together. “Robin’s gonna kill me,” he whined some more and eventually let go of Eddie’s waist, not without giving it a playful squeeze. “Gotta go.” He bit his lip and put distance between them before it could get out of hand. “Come visit me at work at some point and we’ll be even!” He picked his jacket and walked out.

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Left alone and ruffled, Eddie came up with something, determined to not let the kindness be unanswered.

First he went to Robin, who didn’t miss the chance to laugh at him a little before her approval, then to his reluctant D&D club which was basically dragged into it with the use of threats.

He wrote lyrics and got everyone to practice with him.

—

That’s the story of how he got to his current situation: waiting outside Family Video with acoustic guitar in his hands, while Robin makes sure the store is empty and Steve distracted.

Eddie recognizes the signal when she rubs her nose three times. He is immediately pushed inside.

Steve is standing between the shelves holding a pile of movies when they finally lock eyes and Eddie halts, asking himself ‘what the hell am I doing?’

But he then registers Robin excitedly gesturing like an orchestra director behind his boyfriend and it’s enough to restore Eddie’s confidence. Under Director Buckley’s control, the kids start behind him with a bad chorus of “ooooh” that forces him to carry on with his Christmas serenade.

Just a year ago, shivers would have run down his spine at the thought of doing something so cheesy and attention-seeking.

It starts with ‘You’re the best, my Steve, like snow on Christmas Eve..’

‘When you came to say hi today, I didn’t want you to go away…’

The song is the opposite of what he likes in this world, all jingle bells and festive.

‘Don’t worry about the weather, as long as we’re together…’

It ends with ‘I ask you, sweetheart. This Christmas, let’s never be apart..’ along with the whistling and cheers of their friends.

Steve is still there, torturing his lips. It’s Robin who takes the pile of movies from his hands and nudges him with a friendly knee to his ass. He walks up to Eddie with one hand in his pocket and the other already reaching out to take the serenader’s wrist.

Eddie’s being led behind some shelves when Steve turns to Robin and asks her to keep an eye on things for five minutes. Still embarrassed, Eddie pretends to look at the movies released in 1983.

“You’re always full of surprises,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s fingers off the displayed copy of A Christmas Story and demanding his whole attention. While his attitude and tone are provocative, his eyes are big and sweet and his cheeks red. It makes the metalhead’s heart race because he’s just flustered Steve Harrington with the lamest act ever.

It makes Eddie confident enough to add some more. “I told you I had to give my princess something in return,” he says, playing with Steve’s name tag on his vest.

Just like earlier, Steve’s eyes light up when he hears the words and he’s soon close to Eddie’s lips. Something in the store falls and reminds them that there might be people around.

“We shouldn't…” Eddie whispers, even though he’s near enough to taste the employee’s lip balm.

Steve seems to remember something then, and searches his back pockets, eventually pulling out a small stem of mistletoe. “I had this ready for later, but…” He lifts it above their heads and smiles.

Eddie doesn’t need him to insist. He clasps the sleeve of the vest and tugs him into a kiss so eagerly they almost knock everything on the shelf. Steve forgets of the mistletoe he was holding and throws it somewhere in favor of stroking Eddie’s hair.

If this is the premise of Eddie’s Christmas, he’ll be more than happy to celebrate.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #eddie x steve #stedde fic #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #it’s poorly written i know but the concept #i had to get this out of my system #been having some Bad mental health days this is how i coped so i take no criticism actually

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what the straw hats would be cancelled for (+ law + kidd)

luffy - anti-vaxx... he probably made a comment about how he didnt want to be treated by any doctor who wasnt his ships doctor , all of the strawhats werent allowed on certain islands bc they werent vaccinated

zoro - refered to nami and robin as "you females", LISTEN!!! he didnt know it was bad 😭 he probably picked it up from someone and it slipped out, granted nami beat him to a pulp and wouldnt give him his allowance for months

nami - she probably advertised an onlyfans on social media and then scammed everyone for like thousands of berries. sanji subscribed and when nothing showed up he subscribed again on like 6 other accounts... poor soul.

usopp - listen... dyk that one movie abt that girl who lied about being in france and then the next day there was a bombing there and she got famous for being there and just kept lying? yeah that was actually usopp they got it wrong.

sanji - he was screen recording smthn on his computers web browser and someone noticed he had a p*rn hub tab open titled "STEP SIS GETS GANGBANGED BY BIG BROS FRIENDS?!??!!!!!!" he didnt rlly get cancelled but he trended on twitter for like 3 weeks and he was the butt of the joke across the internet for like 6 months

chopper - this is a continuation off luffys but it was for illegal distribution of drugs and false advertising the covid vaccine, doesnt regret it tho bc his vaccine worked

robin - she probably liked a tweet about how marines suck and everyone was like "omg u cant say taht!!!!" and then she tweeted shit like "I am a pirate. Why would I like The Marines?" as a response

franky - public nudity... self explanitory

brook - he probably like had a public fit bc someone asked him if his dick glowed like sans fanart and everyone was like "this was rlly immature!!"

jinbei - he did nothing wrong. ill die on this hill.

law - telling someone to kts... it was a detailed request too like he sent step by step instructions

kid - MURDER!!! no one really cancelled him, most ppl were thirsting over him.. there were multiple edits with that one audio thats like "oh hes kinda cute... HES A MURDERER!!! but hes kinda cute..."

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therunawaybread · 1 year

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I feel like after what Batman did to Hood in RHATO Bats should absolutely get shit treatment from the family especially after they all find out that the bullet was a blank and Cobblepot is still alive.

But

He would really fell the weight of what he did after he sees the retaliation of the Crime Alley on Batman.

Because they would fucking riot.

The Red Hood is very possessive of the Crime Alley. It's his turf.

The bats hardly ever go there. And if they do they're always escorted by Hood.

Rarely you can see Red Robin or Signal with him, but that's like twice a year and only when their current case leads there and they have no other options. People don't dislike them, but they don't like them either. They ignore them for most part and pretend they don't exist.

Robin can hardly ever be seen around Hood and it's when the two of them are the only ones in Gotham. It's suspicious, but Hood seems content, or even happy, when they're together. People don't know him, but they do know he understands lethal violence better than the rest of the bats despite his age. People don't have anything against him. He weirdly puts them at ease.

Nightwing and Red Hood aside from cases like the others can be seen basically once every week when the acrobat is in town crouching on a rooftop and bickering or sitting on the edge and eating fast food. When once Nightwing attempted to pop in and kick some asses on his own people didn't like that. They don't know him. They don't trust him. Hood just drags him out of his territory to god knows where (to one of his safehouses to give him a lecture on how the citizens of the Crime Alley (mainly kids) don't trust him so he makes them uneasy and skittish). For the following time Nightwing doesn't show up at all. They come back to their usual hangouts in about a month from the event. Nightwing doesn't try to come alone anymore. People don't mind him, but they do mind his terrible puns. They hate those.

Spoiler is the only one actually allowed in the Crime Alley without supervision. Despite that she rarely does go alone, usually only after Hood gets badly hurt and can't cover all the ground or go to patrol at all. However they are often seen fooling around, being sassy bitches™ and annoying the shit out of criminals more than actually fighting them. People see the little things in her behavior and manerism that most would miss, hear her accent, though not as thick as Hood's you can clearly recognize that she is Gotham's blood and bone, raised in the parts of the city that shows you her true colors. They like her.

Black Bat sometimes joins them especially when there's food involved. She's quiet. Terrifying to criminals, but always gentle with kids. People don't trust her fully because it's hard to get a read on her but it's nice to have her around from time to time.

Batman however is never seen in the Crime Alley and if he does visit he goes as quickly as he comes. He doesn't understand the Crime Alley. He doesn't have what it takes to protect them. He terrifies everyone with no exceptions. People don't want him in their home. They don't like him.

And then he beats Red Hood into a bloody pulp. They see it live on TV. And their dislike for him sours into pure hate.

Gotham has never seen anti-Batman protests. It's not Metropolis. Gotham loves their vigilantes at best and tolerates them at worst.

However people of the Crime Ally riot after what Batman did to Red Hood.

Their Red Hood

Their Hero

Their Guardian Angel

Someone who makes sure no one sells drugs to kids and even helps some people get out of addiction.

Someone who regularly checks on working girls and boys, scares prickly landlords into giving them more time or straight up helps them pay rent.

Someone who makes sure all the single moms have whatever they need for themselves and their babies, occasionally even babysitting so they can get some well deserved rest.

Someone who leaves clothes and food for street kids to pick up in places only they know about, meets with them sometimes in the evenings before patrol to tutor them in whatever they need help with at school, teach them some self defense moves or simply play some football with them.

Someone who brings rapists to the brink of death with his fists and then turns to the victim, takes off his helmet and does anything to make himself smaller and less scary, talks to them in gentle voice and tries to convince them to go to Dr. Thompkin's clinic to get checked out. He offers walking them there (or home, whichever they choose, he never forces them, he understands) and they always say yes because they trust him.

They depend on him.

They adore him.

And Batman hurt him.

Kicked him out of Gotham like he ever had any right to do that (after all Red Hood is more Gotham than Batman will ever be).

Batman has a case in the Alley for the first time since the Red Hood first appeared and claimed it as his territory. But now Hood's gone so it's on Batman to investigate. Except people don't want him there. They don't care what he has to say. He hurt their guardian so he can go fuck himself. They throw rocks at him whenever he's in range. Someone hit him with a baseball bat and another person straight up just pulled out a gun and was ready to kill him.

Almost every intact wall in Crime Ally is covered with a graffiti of a crossed out bat symbol. (There's also one huge graffiti of Red Hood's helmet with angel wings behind it and two crossed guns under it. It's signed 'Guardian Angel')

Batmobile was covered in all kinds of mysterious substances and scratched up after it was parked a bit too close to Crime Alley.

When he's crouching on an edge of a rooftop an old lady spots him and starts yelling very colorful insults at the man who dared to touch 'our boy'.

After he saves a kid in Browery from his attacker he frowns at him with such hate and distaste, but when he asks six words that feel like a stab through the heart. 'Why did you hurt Uncle Hood?'

And it's not just Crime Ally. Most people from the poorer parts of Gotham protest against him.

He starts to understand how Hood is viewed by people he protects. He's regretting what he's done more and more every day. Bruce finds Jason and basically begs him for forgiveness and for him to come back. Jason (even though he shouldn't have) already forgave him because he has a heart of gold.

But the people of Crime Alley never did.

#jason todd #red hood #batman #robin #nightwing #spoiler #red robin #signal #black bat #batfam #rhato #crime alley #this has been in my drafts forever #so i'm just gonna put it here #people of crime alley would absolutely riot after batman hurt their baby boy #you can't change my mind

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like-rain-or-confetti · 1 year

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could you write more about riddler and scarecrow daughter? It's really cute! I wonder what the batfamily thinks of her, maybe scared of the type of person she'll become considering who her dads are lol

I will give thee Batfam and some bonus characters!

Batman: He understands why Abby was afraid of him. Towering man with massive muscles, dressed as a bat and more often than not having to beat her parents and those around her to a pulp. He often tries to think of a way to show her she has nothing to fear but understands that's very much like the scary monster in the closet trying to reach out. It would just make it worse. He often keeps a distance but looks out for any signs of abuse. Thankfully, it seems both rogues seem to have put their best foot forward. Batman does have a concern that one day both will abandon Abigail for a selfish reason given their records.

Nightwing: He doesn't really know her well as she's not around when her fathers start trouble. However, he's aware of the little girl's existence and her fear of Batman. Naturally, he assumes she'd be afraid of him too by association. However before she knew he was with Batman, she found his acrobatic skills rather entertaining. That's when he found out she really is just the typical little girl. He'll give the Riddler and Scarecrow that much, they've done a good job raising the girl so far. Now he hopes they don't fuck it up.

Robin: So he'd heard rumours of the Riddler and Scarecrow sharing a kid. That threw him into a rabbit hole, wondering if the two rogues were a couple. Not that he was judging! Of course he wasn't! It was just...he didn't see it. Even when he squinted- and believe me he tried. Barbara has to slap him upside the head to snap him out of it when he dared suggested asking Abigail if her dads were a couple. He just didn't know what they had in common beyond the scrawny and nerdy characters. So he didn't actually have any thoughts for the girl but had lots of questions for the two rogues🤔 "But Barb! What's that custody like!? I can't be the only one-OW!"

Jason: Only became aware of her existence when he was working with Scarecrow as the Arkham Knight. He even saw her for himself once or twice but didn't have any desire to meet the girl. She was the typical ordinary girl with a large imagination. She was a little shy and definitely isolated. After all, she didn't have any friends, especially kids her age. He pitied her for that. Seemed like a cruelty in itself to be brought into the world so lonely. Yet she didn't seem to know what she's missing. He keeps an eye on her when she's around. As far as he was concerned, she was innocent and there was still a piece of him that wanted to protect that. No matter how much he tried to ignore the girl and swallow that protective urge back.

Barbara: She thinks Abby might be a future criminal, simply because she noted how Abigail was removed from public school for a very brief time and had been home schooled since. She'd met her once or twice when their respective fathers were in the GCPD. She kept the little girl company a few times. Abigail was surprisingly bright, cheery but quick-witted. She definitely sounded like the Riddler at times when it came to confidence but for her, it was actually cute. For the Riddler...not so much.

Alfred: Never actually met her obviously but from what he hears from the others, he reckons she's a lovely little girl, much to his surprise. He only hopes she doesn't follow in her fathers footsteps and go into a life of crime. Although given her company, it seemed it wouldn't be anything different.

Jim Gordon: He feels bad for the girl. Legally, she's Riddler and Scarecrow's. The certificate was revealed but how they got her or that certificate is very suspicious. But it's so air tight that he literally can't investigate it because there's not cause. He fears the worst for Abigail deeming it only a matter of time before she follows the wrong path like her fathers and is looking for any hints of mistreatment. He doesn't trust the rogues to look after her at all.

As for writing more for Abigail, I encourage everyone to send anything they'd like that they haven't. I have a few in the works and a few on my list, so you will get more 🥰

#batman #batman villains #abigail nygma crane oc #request #batfam #nightwing #robin #jason todd #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #jim gordon

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hawkins-fav-mess · 2 years

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If it wasn't for the kids

Pairing - Steve Harrington x fem!Byers!reader

Summary - You and Steve are idiots in love. Miscommunication leads Robin to knocking your heads together.

Word Count - 2.1K

a/n - I haven't proof read this but honestly no beta, we die like men.

"If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more."

Steve Harrington was a lot of things. He was an asshole. He was funny. He was clever. He was cool. He was way out of your league but currently he was dressed like a smurf and scooping ice cream for three bucks an hour.

Steve Harrington was an asshole. Was. After Will’s funeral you had nearly killed him yourself when you found out about the fight he had picked with your brother but after that everything changed. The demogorgon, the demodogs; Hawkins changed. It’s like the air changed, everything is just… heavier and you and Steve are some of the very few people who knew why. Steve Harrington was an asshole, but he is also your hero. When Billy came to your house for Max last year it was Steve that saved you. You stood between Billy and the kids when he came for them, You are the one he beat the shit out of when you wouldn’t move, and it was Steve who hauled him off of you and beat him to a bloody pulp. Ever since then, you swear, that man could smack you with that nail bat of his and you would thank him. Which is why you find myself standing in Scoops Ahoy almost every day reciting the same order and praying that today will be the day he looks at you and he sees you.

Robin worked it out, that little shit always worked it out. She had taken to teasing you for it but even her teasing remarks wouldn’t make you stop. Today was an accident, you weren't even meant to be going today but Will burst through my door begging you to take him and his friends to the mall because they just had to see the new film Steve was going to sneak them into, and when your baby brother looks at you like that how can you say no. So here you are, herding kids that act more like geese into Scoops Ahoy praying Steve is actually working today and he is.

“You going through as well?” he asks, holding the door a little bit longer.

“Na, I’m just the free ride” you say, waving him off, “and besides, I thought it was a kids only offer!”

He chuckles, “Well you and the kids are a package deal, ain’t ya Byers? Like I wouldn’t even know you if it wasn’t for the kids.”

It hits you like a bullet; he isn’t yours, hell he isn’t even your friend. You are the extra he puts up with for the kids’ sake. Suddenly you didn’t feel like ice cream anymore, suddenly you only needed to get out.

“Yeah, King Steve would never be caught dead speaking to the Byers freak if it wasn’t for the kids!” you can feel the tears in the corner of your eyes, so you just turn and run.

“Wait, Y/n! That’s not…” the words died in his mouth; you were already gone.

Robin watched the whole thing; her heart broke for you because she could read you like a book. But Robin also knew three things. She knew you loved Steve. She knew Steve was too dumb to notice and she knew Steve was head over heels for y/n Byers. She swore that if she had to spend one more minute listening to Steve talk about your new haircut or how sweet you were for chauffeuring the kids around, she would literally explode. At first, she was confused because while she was no expert on his “king Steve” phase she was fairly sure his friends had bullied the Byers twins so hearing him talk about her like she was the water after a drought was confusing but then you started coming in every day and it was clear as day. You were idiots in love.

Which is exactly why she flipped the open sign to closed and manhandled Steve to a table when he showed no sign of moving, still staring after you.

“The hell was that dingus?” she exclaimed, dramatically splaying her hands across the table.

“What? You heard her Robin. She still sees me as ‘king’ Steve, I’m just fooling myself – might as well add another score to the ‘you suck’ list!”

“Steve stop. Have you considered that perhaps, what just happened is called miscommunication?”

He blinked, clearly confused and so she continued.

“You said you wouldn’t know her without the kids, she thinks you meant you wouldn’t want to know her without the kids. How long did your ex friends spend bullying her? Then suddenly you’re her best friend, of course she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“what…” he asks, open mouthed, confused.

“She’s in love with you dingus! You think she shows up every day just for the overpriced ice cream? She is in love with you and thinks you just rejected her. So if you ever want to have a chance with her I suggest you run idiot.”

Realisation strikes across his face, he’s up and running before he can even think about what he is doing.

“I’m not an idiot” he calls back to Robin.

God, she hopes he doesn’t mess this up.

You don’t even bother going home. Jonathan would only force you to tell him what’s wrong and you don’t quite think you can bring yourself to say the words yet. Steve Harrington has broken your heart. You knew he would, as surely as you knew fire burned and yet it didn’t stop you from playing with fire. You drove to the woods, parking just down the lane from your home and you took off running. You know where you are going, the same place you always go when you are upset, Castle Byers.

You couldn’t breathe, your lungs just refusing to fill with air. Jonathan always said you were too trusting, the sunshine to his cynicism he had once said. But right now you could only regret not listening to him. Castle Byers was filled with nick knacks, some Wills, some Jonathans and some yours. The first DnD character Will had ever painted was in here, sat next to the two he had made you and Jonathan make as well, Wills was the best. There’s a bear sat on the bed; Nancy won it for Jonathan at the fair last Christmas playing can toss – she always had the better aim. And there’s a photo, pinned to the interior, of you and Steve. It was taken at movie night, Steve’s on the sofa and you are sat on the floor at his feet, Dustin having stolen the last seat on the sofa, your head lays on Steve's knees. You grab the photo and hold it to your chest, curling into yourself in the bed and letting the tears fall.

Steve was a reckless driver at the best of times but right now he was borderline manic. He needed to find you and fix what he had broken without even realising he was doing it. He had loved Nancy and when she left him, he thought he would never feel again, then he saw you stand against Billy to save the kids, he saw Billy hurting you and he felt everything all at once. Your smile ignited his heart. You have a scar down your face that the Demogorgon left when you, Nancy and Jonathan had fought it, he’s heard Tommy H mock you for it a few times but god did Steve not want anything more than to kiss down every single inch of that scar and tell you how beautiful you are. He hopes he hasn’t blown it. The drive down your lane was agonising but he never made it to your house. Your car was parked down the lane – too far to be parked for the house he figured and suddenly he knew exactly where you were. You had told him about it, the fort the three Byers siblings built, the safe place you went when you were hurt. He had hurt you, he realised. He ran to Castle Byers.

As he approached, he realised he had no plan. He had been so focused on getting to you and fixing it he hadn’t thought about how. So now he is left to do what Steve Harrington does best, improvise and so he knocks.

“Hi y/n, it’s Steve. Can I please come in?” he says, his voice coming out as more of a beg.

“Go away Steve.” Its barely more than a whisper but he hears it, his heart twisting.

“Please sweetheart, I’m not leaving without speaking to you. I’ll camp out here all night if I have to. Please.” He is fully pleading now, dignity left back at scoops. He just needs to see you, to know you are okay.

“Go away Steve” you whisper, unsure if it’s meant more for him or for you. His response surprises you – he sounds hurt. Which is why you shuffle over to the makeshift door and pull aside the blanket covering the entrance. The last thing you expect to see is him sitting there looking as wrecked as you feel, his perfect hair all out of place like he has been running his hand through it; the scoops hat long abandoned.

“Y/n” he breathes your name like a prayer.

You simply move to the side to let him in. Its silent for a moment, neither willing to break the silence like it’s something precious.

“What do you want Steve?”

He looks at you, really looks at you, considering his words because after all its his careless words that got him into this in the first place.

“I’m an idiot.” He says.

You raise your eyebrow confused, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t think before I speak. I say things I don’t mean because I haven’t thought them through. But I have thought these ones through. The kids are the reason I know you…” he pauses to look at you.

You’ve turned away from him at his words, but he raises a hand and turns your head back to him, your eyes meeting the others.

“… but they aren’t the reason I love you y/n Byers.”

He watches your eyes widen, your quick inhale and the way that your entire body tenses up but you stay silent, taking in his words without considering your silence is literally killing Steve Harrington. You take your time, choosing your words carefully but not a single word comes to you.

“What?” you breathe, it might not be your smartest move but hell it’s all you’ve got.

“I love you, kinda have for a while now but I lose the words when you around me. It’s like you steal all my oxygen when you enter the room and god would I give you it willingly.”

“But Steve, you’re Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins high and I’m just one of the freaky twins. You can’t be in love with me, there’s like basically rules against it.” You reply, breaking the eye contact and looking down at your hands fiddling in your lap.

“You are not a freak!” he assures, “and I don’t want to be the King of Hawkins high, I don’t want to be known as anything but yours.”

“You're serious?” you whisper, again not sure if it's for him or you.

“As a Demodog.” He states, you giggle, raising your head to look at him again; searching his eyes for the last confirmation you needed, and it’s there, he’s there.

“Your ice cream sucks Steve, its too sweet and it all tastes the same.” You have a point, and you are about half way through making it but Steve interrupts.

“I don’t understand..”

“I come and buy your crappy ice cream every damn day because I want to see you Steve. Because I want to hear your laugh as you mock the kids or as Robin mocks you. Because I love you too Steve Harrington.” You confess.

He laughs, the bastard fucking laughs. But then his hand is on your head and he’s pulling you towards him, your lips meet his and suddenly you can’t remember why breathing was so difficult. When you pull away his lips chase yours for a second before you both balance your foreheads against the other.

“Robin was right, I am an idiot” you say, giggling.

“That’s funny because she said something similar to me. Can we never tell her she was right?”

“It would only go to her head,” you agree, “and Steve? I am you know, yours – if you want me to be.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve been yours for a long time – you are absolutely never getting rid of me now.”

And just like that, for the first time since Will went missing, Hawkins feels right again - like all that was missing was you and Steve.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #stranger things #joe keery #idiots in love #angst #steve

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thequiver · 3 years

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I've never read batman but bc it's. Batman it's so unavoidable that inevitably I get some info and context from everyone else being a fan. So there's some things I know and meta I've read bc bman fans create it, but Bruce being abusive is not something I've seen discussed whatsoever. Like I'd love YOU to discuss it more bc I had no idea abt it but it's weird how despite the piles of meta I've read it rarely if ever comes up. Not even to bitch about it

Okay so a few things to preface this. 1. The comics never write the narrative in a way that shows that Bruce's actions are wrong or bad. 2. I am saying this as someone who has received 3 years of training in identifying abuse in adult interpersonal relationships, and as an educator who has received training in the identification of child abuse. I am also an abuse survivor myself but when analyzing Bruce I work very hard to focus only on the characteristics of abuse that I've been trained to identify. Again these are things that I use for my actual real life job, I do know what I'm talking about.

3. The writers who write Bruce as being abusive almost certainly are not thinking "ah yes this abuse"- that does NOT mean that the story and the interpersonal relationships they write aren't rife with it anyway.

4. This is about the COMICS, idgaf about Batman: the Animated Series, if anyone tries to use it to refute what I'm saying, I am going to laugh at you and I will not be sorry.

Okay, so, all that being said here we go.

I'm going to start with the way he treats his children as this is what most people who reference Bruce being abusive will be talking about. And the simple truth of the matter, is that he is. I'm not even going to touch on the fact that he recruits questionably young sidekicks, like having child sidekicks is really bad and is child endangerment but this is comic books so I'm ignoring that. Some examples of this behavior just off the top of my head include: physically assaulting Dick and banning him from the manor because he tried to offer emotional support after Jason's death, he consistently argues that Cass doesn't need a normal life because she's a soldier, FORCING DICK TO FAKE HIS DEATH AND JOIN SPYRAL BY BEATING HIM TO A PULP UNTIL HE AGREES, telling Robin!Jason that he's "invested a lot of time into [him]" instead of actually acknowledging the parent-child relationship, insulted Stephanie and kicked her out of the "family", told Damian that it was Damian's fault that Alfred died, insulting all of his children to their faces, he physically assaults all of them, he's willing to forgo everything to benefit the mission at the expense of his family, he took Jason back to where he died just to use him. And there's so much more, again that was just off the top of my head, that's just a handful of instances from 80 years of canon. For at least the past 20 years or so you've had characters actively criticizing Bruce's actions in regards to his children, and nothing ever comes of it because the narrative DC pushes just supports Bruce's authoritarian rule of fear over Gotham- that's literally his whole thing, fear and ruling with an iron fist. Furthermore, there are several Bruce stans on this webbed site that will say "Bruce is only abusive if you look at it from the kids' perspective and not his" and frankly that says a LOT. I'm not saying that Bruce doesn't love his kids- but loving your kids don't exclude you from the possibility of being abusive to them. It also doesn't mean that there aren't good moments too, but abuse is a pattern of behavior, it isn't isolated instances of controlling, manipulative, physically violent behavior, it's a pattern of those behaviors, and it can't be argued that in canon Bruce doesn't exhibit a pattern.

But something that isn't as talked about in regard to Bruce's abusive personality is his treatment of other adults, and especially those that he'd consider friends. Like make as many jokes about it as you want, but making contingency plans to kill your friends/coworkers by obsessively studying their weaknesses? Is a bad thing. When Dinah is in charge of the league he's incredibly dismissive of her and her leadership. He considers the others beneath him. I've mentioned this before, but he knocked out someone he considered a friend and would have cut them open if he knew he wouldn't kill them in the process and then forced that person to watch a video of him killing his best friend is not the kind of behavior one partakes in when they believe that others have a right to bodily autonomy (especially when at this point in the narrative there was absolutely nothing to suggest that Ollie was being followed by demons). He constantly belittles the others, and he feels threatened by the fact that Hal is "the man without fear" and that threatens him because as has been said in the comics, "What is Batman to a man without fear? Just a man." Bruce relies on fear, he wants the league to be afraid of him because people who are afraid are easier to control. Going back to how he prioritizes the mission over his own family, he expects other League Members to do the same.

There's so many examples of this that frankly it would take me WEEKS to list them all. But yeah, he's a piece of shit. I can pull some panels for this later, I'm currently on my planning period at work and that's about to end, so I have to go collect my class, but I hope this helps!

#bruce wayne hate club #anyway I've designed patches for this little club and will be selling completed ones on my etsy once I get the chance to embroider them lol #cw child abuse #cw abuse #abuse #child abuse

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 1

... I have no self-control do not perceive me

Marinette stared at the pile of bright red, yellow, and green clothes on the ground. It was all she’d done in the five-ish minutes since she’d portaled onto the scene. Just… stared.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do, anyways. Red Robin was currently beating the absolute fuck out of the person that had the audacity to disintegrate his brother right in front of him. It wasn’t like she could even fix it because the witch had been out cold before she had been able to pull Red Robin off to get a hit in so she could use her lucky charm.

So, she stared.

It was weird. She could almost feel a person inside the clothes but… maybe that was the residue or the ashes or whatever gets left behind when you zap a person out of existence? She didn’t really want to check, to be honest. Gross.

Eventually, though, she hesitantly leaned down and brushed her hand over it, trying to find the energy and get rid of it because it was really uncomfortable --.

… oh hell no that pile of clothes did not just fucking giggle at her.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully lifted up the bottom of the shirt, only to yelp and fall back. She scrabbled on the gross Gotham alley ground until her back hit Red Robin’s arm and he was forced to pause or risk hitting a meta (which would not have been good for his health).

“What?” He hissed.

She swallowed thickly. “That’s a child.”

“... what?” Red asked, all the anger bleeding from his tone in his confusion.

“We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

He straightened on top of the thing that was really more bloody pulp than person at this point. “What do you mean ‘we let Batman’s kid turn into a baby’?”

But she didn’t really get a chance to answer because the baby chose that exact moment to be sick of being suffocated under all the armor and pushed it off.

Red Robin gulped. Because, yep, that was Robin as a baby. Batman was going to kill them.

Except he wasn’t going to kill them. Because Batman doesn't kill. No, Batman would find something even worse and that would suck.

The baby -- Robin? Should she still call him that mentally? -- giggled at their pain. Like an asshole.

They were so fucked.

He’d let B’s favorite kid get turned into a baby. Was there a way to get unadopted? Because if there was it was totally going to happen. Or maybe his dad would just cut him off because he was 19 now and could just get kicked out.

No. Nope! Not going to happen. No. He could fix this.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. We need a plan,” he heard himself saying.

Ladybug scoffed. “We? I was barely even here, this is on you.”

“Leave me alone to deal with this and I swear to god I will tell B that you did it.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t. No way.”

“Yes way. So, help me think of something.”

The baby giggled and started crawling over and both of them averted their eyes because, unfortunately, the child did not get baby clothes to go with his random transformation. Baby Damian didn't seem to care as he reached them and started climbing on Ladybug since she was closest. At least it wasn’t him. He did not want to see his adoptive brother’s… ew.

Ladybug made a gagging sound and then quickly summoned a lucky charm. She kept her face turned away as much as her neck would physically allow as she fumbled her way through swaddling the child in a polka-dotted blanket.

And then her shoulders slumped a little. “Great. Great. This is… great,” she muttered, picking up the bundle o’ baby.

He let himself look down now that it was safe.

“Alright, we need to go to another dimension where time moves faster,” Ladybug said after a few seconds. “And then we wait for him to age… fifteen-ish years. Best way to not make Batman notice.”

“... what about us? We also age.”

“Huh…? Oh. Right. You’re human.” She pulled off the glasses she was wearing and blinked a few times before handing it over. “Congrats on your upgrade. The tiny horse god is named Kaalki. She likes cake.”

“The tiny --?” He let out the world’s manliest screech as his eyes landed on the floating bug horse hybrid thing holy shit no no no no no the sci fi movies didn’t prepare him for this shit.

Kaalki looked a little offended but then her eyes landed on the baby and she gasped. “Aw, baby humans are always so cute.”

“Great, Kaalki, you take it,” said Ladybug.

Kaalki did try, to her credit. It just so happened that the approximately one-year-old baby was a lot bigger than the… whatever she was. Tim was refusing to believe that this was a god. Too many implications. He already had something to have a breakdown over, he didn’t need another thing right now, thank you very much.

Tim rested his head in his hands but he had more things to worry about than the blood that he was accidentally streaking through his hair.

“Okay. Okay. We can go to another dimension and try and raise him. Maybe we can make it have a ratio of one month here for every year there so any differences could be blamed on that.”

“Ya!” Said baby Damian. He probably didn’t actually know what was going on but he sure seemed excited so that was cool.

Ladybug sighed and nodded. “Great. You get food and money and clothes and I’ll take this lady to the cops… and I guess I’ll watch the kid until you get back because your dad cannot know.”

They shook on it.

This may be the dumbest idea that she’d ever had, and that was saying something. She didn’t know if she could trust Red Robin on this one, they hardly ever worked together. What if he just left her alone with this kid and let her try and figure this out on her own?

No. He wouldn’t do that. He was the last person known to be with Robin. Robin going missing would be bad for him, too. And, besides, she was pretty sure that he was a duty-driven person based on what she’d heard, she just had to hope that he saw this as his duty, too.

She turned the baby in her arms to get more comfortable as she waited for him to (hopefully) come back.

Part of her wanted to try and find someone from this world to reverse this but she didn’t know any outside of her, Adrien, Alix, and (now) Red Robin. Not on a personal level. Not enough that she knew for sure that they wouldn’t blab to Batman about it.

So, no, this is what she was doing.

But she had things to do. So, she pulled out her yoyo-phone-hybrid-thingy and wedged it against her ear.

“Chaton,” she said the moment he picked up. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Great. I, Ladybug, relinquish the Miracle Box and name Chat Noir the new guardian.”

“WHAT --?!” He didn’t get to finish as a box dropped on his lap and knocked the wind out of him.

“Just for, like, a year and a half. Sorry. Bye!”

“DON’T JUST ‘BYE’ ME WHAT THE --?!”

She hung up and closed the yoyo, hooking it back to her belt and ignoring it when it started buzzing again.

She looked down at Robin, who was squinting up at her. She returned the squint. Why was this baby so quiet? She didn’t get it. Surely, he should have been crying at this point.

“Do you still… remember things?” She asked, hoping against all hope that maybe he had retained his memories at the very least.

Robin smiled at her, but it was the blank-eyed baby smile that meant he wasn’t really understanding her. She bit down a curse.

Great. So, she’d not only gotten a baby but she’d gotten a fucking weird one. Great.

Tim left a note for his family saying that he, Damian, and Ladybug were bored and were going dimension hopping. His family would probably be suspicious but, hey, at least it wouldn’t be his problem for a good fifteen years on his end.

And, yeah, he knew this was probably one of his dumber plans but… it wasn’t the dumbest. And he was always one to commit when it came down to it. One time he had faked being shot and dealt with crutches for an entire year just to convince Vicki Vale that he wasn’t Red Robin. He had no fears that he couldn’t see this through.

Ladybug, though? A total mystery. She did nearly everything on a whim as far as he knew. She hopped from city to city fighting crime for absolutely no reason outside of boredom and made up all of her plans on the fly. No, he was a bit concerned about her ability to keep doing it.

So, he went as quickly as he possibly could. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was grabbing. He was just… putting stuff in there. There was money and three watches to help them move between dimensions, yes, but there was also a fanta orange and a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and exactly seven pairs of socks.

… yeah, he had the necessities. Probably.

He nearly got out the door before he realized he was still in his crime-fighting gear and he quickly shucked it all off and tossed it into the tub so the blood wouldn’t track any more than it already had. He did not need to avoid Batman’s wrath only to end up on the receiving end of Alfred’s.

He pulled on the first hoodie and jeans he could grab and looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything of importance.

Okay. Now he was ready to go.

Marinette was awkwardly bouncing the baby when Red Robin finally showed up.

… not that she would have recognized him if she hadn’t felt Kaalki hovering in his pocket. In her eyes, he was just a random white guy wearing shades in the middle of the night.

She glanced up at him and gave him an awkward smile.

“Ready?”

He smiled back and held out two watches. Neither fit baby Robin so she prepared herself to choke out a literal baby holy fuck what even was her life.

“Which dimension should we go to?”

“Preferably one without miraculi,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to know what happens if there’s two of the same god in a dimension.”

He nodded slowly. “Probably best if Batman doesn’t exist, either, he’d probably notice my existence.”

“... so… no heroes at all?”

“Looks like we’re going cold turkey,” Red Robin said in a tone that was probably supposed to be joking but just came out flat.

She pushed herself to her feet and waited as he scrolled through the millions of dimensions.

Finally, he came upon one and she added the coordinates to her and Robin’s watches.

She readied Robin’s watch against his neck and tried to ignore the kid’s sudden squirminess.

“3… 2… 1…”

They were gone in a whirl of blue light.

~~~~~

@nathleigh @peachmuses

#yes i wrote timari parenting dami #for no reason #while in the middle of a completely different fic #but listen #... its cute??#yeah no i have no excuse #i just wanted to write cute things ;-;#into the unkown #maribat #timari #timmari #timinette #shutterbug #tim drake #red robin #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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Jin! I just saw your requests for short fics based on the alt list, so if you are still in need of ideas: Stoic whumpees with Jason and Damian? but only if you want to 🧡

So because you hurt Damian with Jason forced to stand by and I’m still reeling from that, here’s my uno reversal card.

Warnings for torture, blood, injury, for both an adult and a child. Unresolved ending <3

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They shove Jason into a shockingly large room. In Jason’s line of work, normally when he’s being dragged somewhere to be tortured, the rooms are always small and stained and disgusting.

But this one is open. Organized. Almost high tech. Clean, white linoleum flooring and pleasantly colored off white tiled walls. It’s the room of a torturer who enjoys what he does, proudly displaying every tool, every threat, for all to see on the walls.

Roman Sionis is a sadist, and he loves his torture rooms. Jason isn’t sure why he didn’t expect this.

Jason stumbles into the room, the shackles on his ankles making it difficult to keep his balance. He almost turns back to snap and Sionis and his goons, but then his eyes land on a small form laying unmoving on the ground, his wrists cuffed with intricate chains, hooked in the center of the floor.

Robin. Damian. Laying in a pool of his own blood on the clean floor, his costume torn to smithereens. Jason can’t see his face, but he can see a little bit of the skin of his neck below his ear. It’s stained with red.

“What the fuck,” Jason snarls, turning to whirl on Roman and beat him to a bloodied pulp, but the two goons easily grab Jason and drag him more into the room. They pass Damian, and Jason desperately tries to at least look for a breathing chest, but he doesn’t have enough time to catch anything more besides more tears in the costume. More splatters of red.

His arms are lifted above his head and attached to a hook, and once he’s secured one of the goons pulls on the chain until Jason’s barely standing on his tip-toes.

He wants to yell out for Robin, figure out why he’s here... how long he’s been here, but he’s helpless. He can only stand there and watch as the two goons turn and grab Damian, untethering him to the floor and dragging him to a chair and locking him in. Damain groans, proving he still held his life—which almost made Jason weak in the knees with relief—and his eyes blearily open behind his mask. One lens is missing, which makes it all too possible for Jason to watch his green, red rimmed eye widen when he catches sight of Jason.

“What is the meaning of this?” Damian demands, tugging weakly on the restraints keeping him sitting.

“I’ve grown tired of you and your silence,” is all Sionis says before he rolls up his sleeve and delivers a savage punch straight into Jason’s vulnerable stomach.

Jason wheezes at the pain and he immediately tries to catalogue everything about his body. No broken ribs... nothing besides the tight feeling to his abdominal. Sionis is an expert at his craft. He didn’t hurt Jason too badly because he doesn’t want to.

Yet.

However, before Jason can recover Sionis launches another hit, but this time on Jason’s jaw, forcing his face to turn sideways.

“Hey!” An angry child’s voice shouts while Jason spits down at the floor, thankful to not see any blood.

“There we go,” Sionis grins, the black, ugly structure of his skull face contorting. He turns from Jason and looks at Damian, who’s rubbing his own fists raw in the chair’s restraints, lividity pulling his face down into an intense scowl. “You really are just like all the other birds, huh? You don’t scream until you’re not the one getting hurt.”

And oh, Jason understands now.

Sionis prides himself on torture almost, if not more, than he prides himself on his drug trade. He enjoys causing pain for the sake of causing pain. He must have grabbed Damian hours... if not days ago, and had grown bored of Damian’s insistence to not show pain in front of the enemy. Jason hopes it’s just been hours. He tries not to think about how he’s been off the family radar for the past two weeks and have just came back from a trip to Europe, following a lead.

Just a second after that realization, Jason gets hit again, this time on his side. He wheezes, but keeps his vocal chords from shouting. He won’t play into Roman’s game. Jason won’t shove this all onto Damian like that.

From there, it escalates, Damian becoming more loud with every shout and protest as the punching moves to blunt force and the batons moves onto cuts. Knives onto tears. Whips onto heat.

Jason doesn’t scream as the tip of a heated metal pole is shoved onto his back, cauterizing random sections of each whip mark.

Damian screams however, his wrists are bleeding in that stupid chair. Jason can hardly see through the haze of pain blurring his vision, but he thinks he might see tear tracks on Damian’s cheek.

The torture continues until Jason’s fully hanging from the chains on his wrists, until Damian is slumped in the chair and sobbing. Roman puts down the jar of acid that he was spreading on the worst of Jason’s wounds and sneers.

“I think we finally broke him,” Roman says, walking forward to ruffle Damian’s hair.

And it’s instinct. It’s instinct for Jason to glare and spit out a wad of blood and snarl “Don’t fucking touch him.”

Roman stills and Jason realizes his mistake. He turns to Jason, and for a horrifying second Jason think’s he’s going to hurt Damian again just to get Jason to finally break...

But then Roman laughs, shoves Damian’s face away from his hands, and then waves his hand. “I’ll be seeing you boys later,” is all he says before he and the two silent goons exit.

Jason sags and blinks blood from his eye, blood that’s been dripping there for the past five minutes thanks to a knife cut right above his eyebrow.

Damian desperately gasps in air. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“

Jason can’t shake his head. He can’t walk over and... and hold him like he wants to. “It’s okay, kiddo, it’s okay...”

#jason todd #damian wayne #red hood #robin #dc #dc comics #batman comics #fic #fanfiction #jin writes #black mask #drabble fic #torture tw #blood tw #whump tw

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goldandbluesmiles · 4 years

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Nickname Game

Summary: Bruce wakes up with a drug in his system and shenanigans ensue.

Ao3

XXX

Jason was about to have lunch when his phone buzzed. He was going to ignore it until he saw who was calling him.

"Oracle," he said after picking up the phone, "Why're you ringing me during daylight?"

"Bruce has been kidnapped,"

A beat of silence.

"What?"

"Bruce-"

"Yeah. Yeah. I heard you," said Jason, "From where?"

"Lunch break," said Barbara, "Only a few witnesses and they've been kept quiet,"

"Okay," said Jason, already switching the call to Bluetooth and grabbing his keys, "What's the plan?"

"All the other Robins are out of town. You're with Cassandra on this one,"

"Okay," said Jason hopping on his cycle

"Jason?" said Barbara

"Yeah,"

"Good Luck," she said, "And be careful,"

xxx

There was no ransom demand. The kidnapping was done by a disgruntled former employee that Bruce and Tim had personally seen the termination of. Jason didn't need to know why it had happened. Neither Bruce or Tim was in the habit of firing people for no good reason. There had probably been something fishy going on.

He was more worried about how long it was taking them to find the man. Cassandra's taut muscles showed him she was worried too.

He's batman. He's fine.

It didn't help.

They did find him thirty-seven hours after the kidnapping. He was chained to the warehouse ground, covered in cuts and bruises. There were needle marks on him showing that something had been given to him.

He was unconscious, resembling a dead man more than an alive one.

It took all his will power and Cassandra's firm hand on his shoulder to keep from beating the perp to a pulp.

"Take him home," said Cassandra

Jason took a deep breath and steadied himself. She was right because of course, she was. The only bat with at least some common sense.

"Okay," said Jason, "Okay,"

xxx

The good thing about keeping the kidnapping out of the media was that they were able to bring Bruce home without raising too many questions. He was instantly taken to the med bay where Leslie did her tests as the various children of the manor slowly trickled in.

"He's stable," said Leslie, "From what I can tell he's on some cocktail of sedatives and pain mediation. I'm not sure what they were trying to do but it's nothing overly harmful. He'll probably just be a little loopy when he wakes up. If he's not up for another 48 hours, we should probably do some more tests,"

Jason can hear Tim and Alfred asking more questions but all he can do is stare at the nearly lifeless body was his da-former mentor.

"You did good," said Dick, gently squeezing his shoulder.

Jason tried to nod, tried to give any reaction. It didn't work.

He wondered how long it would take- how long it would take for this oily dark feeling in his stomach to go away this time around and if he would ever stop feeling it every time he saw the older man laid up in bed.

He wondered if he even wanted to stop feeling it.

xxx

When Bruce started to stir awake thirty-two hours after the rescue, Jason was the only one awake, the rest of the bats having dozed off at different spots around the cave.

"Hunghhhh," said Bruce as he stirred awake

"Hey," murmured Jason gently touching the man's shoulder, "You with us, B?"

Bruce blinked slowly, looking as if he was having a hard time focusing. Jason gave him a few minutes to adjust. Once he stopped blinking, he noticed that bruce was looking at him with an odd tilt to his head and a confused look in his eyes.

He frowned. Maybe the injections had some side effects.

"Hey Bruce," said Jason, "Do you know who I am?"

Bruce frowned in concentration and then a bid dopey smile spread across his face.

"Murder Baby," he said

Jason couldn't believe his ears, "What?"

"Murder Baby!" said Bruce, this time a little more enthusiastically

"What?" this time his question came out in a screech and prompted everyone in them cave to wake up. Dick fell off the chair, Timmy and Duke accidentally elbowed each other from where they were curled up together. Everyone also looked ready for a fight. Cass was the only one who looked even a little calm.

Bruce grinned and waved when he saw all fo them.

"What's wrong Little Wing?" asked Dick, "Everything okay with him?"

Jason didn't know how to answer.

"Uh, B tell me again who I am?"

Dick frowned but Bruce answered without missing a beat.

"Murder Baby!"

There were a few murmured 'what the hell's around the room?'

"Father what's wrong with you?" asked Damian, coming to stand beside Jason

Bruce grinned again and bopped Damian on the nose "Little Cutie!"

"Oh my God," said Dick gleefully, "It's the drugs,"

Bruce turned at the sound and smiled at Dick, "Birdie!"

"Well okay then," said Tim.

Bruce grinned and made grabby hands at Tim. Tim carefully came closer only for Bruce to bodily haul him up on the bed.

"Hi dad," said Tim, a happy grin on his face. Jason thought it looked good on him.

"Coffee boy," murmured Bruce, gently poking his cheek.

"Ain't that accurate," scoffed Stephanie

"Eggplant girl!"

"That's also accurate," said Tim, "Hey B who's that?"

Bruce followed Tim's finger to Cass and smiled, "Dancey girl,"

A few chuckles were heard around the room and a game was made of it.

Duke was dubbed 'little mister light'

Kate was 'Kit Kat', apparently a childhood nickname by Bruce

Barbara was 'Little Red', another childhood nickname

Selina was still called 'Cat'

Harper was 'blue brat'

Cullen was called 'Cute bug'

But the real kicker came when Alfred finally came downstairs.

"What ever is going on down here," he asked

A few voices went up to explain but it Bruce's words that cut through everything.

"Hi, Dad!"

Silence. You could have heard a ghost pin drop.

"Master Bruce?" asked Alfred

Bruce held out a hand and made an impatient motion, "Dad!"

Alfred quickly came to his side and squeezed his hand, making Bruce smile a big dopey smile all over again.

"What is happening here?" asked Alfred, sounding both bewildered and happy

"He's giving everyone nicknames," Jason told him, "We think it's the drugs. He keeps calling me Murder Baby,"

"And apparently you're dad," said Dick, a soft smile on his face, "Makes sense really,"

Alfred smiled, a little wetness in his eyes, "I see,"

"You should hear what he's calling the rest of us," said Stephanie, "Hey Bruce, who am I?"

And then the nickname game began all over again.

"I didn't think he would use the word murder in association with me so...affectionately," said Jason

"You guys have come a long way," said Dick

"He's high on drugs," said Jason, trying not to let hope swell in his chest, "Probably doesn't know what he's saying,"

"He called Alfred Dad, Jay,"

Jason didn't have anything to say to that.

The real shock came when Leslie came over to check up on Bruce.

"Mom!"

Leslie stopped in her tracks.

"What?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's the drugs. He's giving everyone nicknames," said Tim

"And I'm..."

"Mom!" Bruce finished for her

"Well, baby," said Leslie, voice suspiciously rough, "Let's get you checked out,"

Bruce complied with a grin and nod.

Half an hour later, Bruce had dozed off again while everybody settled down around him.

"You all should really head upstairs," said Leslie

Nobody moved

xxx

Bruce woke up again two hours later but this time everyone was alert. Kate, Selina and Leslie had left while Alfred had gone back upstairs but the kids had all stayed.

Jason was once again the first one to notice that he was waking up.

"Hey, B," he said, "You with us?"

"Hmm, Jay?" said Bruce, prompting everyone to surround him once again.

Jason smiled, "Yeah. Yeah. It's me. How're you feeling?"

"I'm okay," he said, carefully, "How long was I out?"

"The first time nearly two days after. You woke a couple of hours ago and then fell asleep again," said Dick

Bruce frowned, "Please tell me you all haven't been here the whole time,"

"Don't worry about that," said Tim, "Do you remember anything from when you first woke up,"

Bruce frowned, "No, Should I?"

Everyone in the room shot each other looks, trying to but not succeeding in hiding their grins.

Bruce gave a resigned sigh, "Just show me the video,"

Four different phones were extended towards him. Bruce took Stephanie's and played the video displayed. They all watched him carefully as he cycled through very different emotions. Surprise, amusement, happiness and then utter bewilderment.

"I called Leslie, mom?" he asked, looking up at them

"Yeah," said Dick, "We were a little surprised,"

"I'm gonna have to talk to her aren't I?" he asked

"That's probably a good idea," said Duke

"Have you ever called her that before?" asked Tim

"Once," said Bruce, "I was around ten. I ran away and hid in my room for a full two days,"

"Wow,"

"Yup,"

There was a beat of silence and then Damian spoke up.

"Father, now that all this sentimental commiserating is over, I would like to bring up a complaint about the nickname you gave me,"

"Really brat?" said Tim, "Bruce was drugged for god's sake,"

"Quiet Drake," said Damian, "As I was saying, my nickname should not involve the work cute. I will allow little as I am the smallest right now but not cute,"

"But Dami," cried Dick, "You are cute,"

"I am not-Grayson! Get off of me- Father! Help!"

Bruce just shook his head and smiled.

Eventually, everybody wandered away from the cave, leaving only Bruce and Jason behind.

"So," started Bruce, conversationally, "What about this is bothering you? The murder part or the baby part?"

Jason stared at him, "I have no idea what you're talking about,"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and yeah, that was about eight on the Did you forget I'm Batman scale.

Jason sighed, "I don't know,"

"Is it a bad thing?"

Jason thought about it and landed on 'no'. Hearing it threw his for a bit of an emotional loop but it wasn't something that needed talking about. He would probably forget about it the minute he started eating Alfred's cookies.

"Nah. I'm good,"

"Okay," said Bruce, "Jay?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you,"

"Love you too, Old man,"

Yeah. It was good.

xxx

A few days after the incident, the family were all gathered in the den, having a rare night of pizza and movies. Well, the pizza was the rare part, not the movies.

Damian was grouchy about something like usual and talking-well complaining-Bruce's ear off.

Bruce was looking at his phone though and at one point pulled Damian close while shushing him absentmindedly.

"Hush, Little Cutie,"

There was a moment of silence and then the room exploded with Damian's screeching and everyone else's amusement.

Poor Bruce just looked bewildered.

"I-I didn't mean to say that," he muttered

It made Jason roar and double over.

"Your face!" he said between gasps

Bruce glared.

"Shut up, Murder Baby,"

It only made Jason laugh harder.

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HBO Max New Releases:. July 2021

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LeBron James might be out of the NBA playoffs, but he’s still angling to be a big part of the summer entertainment season. That’s because HBO Max’s list of new releases for July 2021 is highlighted by a very special sequel.

Space Jam: A New Legacy premieres on July 16. will find LeBron teaming up with the Looney Tunes in a Warner Bros. IP-extravaganza. Can ‘Bron and the Looney Tunes beat the Goon Squad before Warner Bros.’ server steals LeBron “Bronny” Jr.’s soul (or something)? Let’s hope so. The two other major WB releases this month, No Sudden Move and Tom and Jerry in New York, both come to HBO Max on July 1.

HBO Max is also bringing some fun TV shows to its stream this month. The long-awaited Gossip Girl revival premieres on July 8. That will be followed by Mike White’s satirical limited series The White Lotus on July 11. Ronan Farrow’s excellent book Catch and Kill gets a docuseries adaptation on July 12.

July 1 will see the arrival of library titles like Planet of the Apes, Reservoir Dogs, and Scream. Recent hit Judas and the Black Messiah comes to HBO Max on that date as well. It’s a good month for geek TV with the Doctor Who 2020 Christmas Special (July 1), Nancy Drew season 2 (July 3), and Batwoman season 2 (July 27) all coming home to their streaming residence.

HBO Max New Releases – July 2021

TBA FBOY Island, Max Original Season 1 Premiere Romeo Santos: King of Bachata, 2021 (HBO) Romeo Santos Utopia Live from MetLife Stadium, 2021 (HBO)

July 1 ¡Come! (aka Eat!), 2020 8 Mile, 2002 (HBO) All Dogs Go to Heaven 2, 1996 (HBO) All Dogs Go to Heaven, 1989 (HBO) Behind Enemy Lines, 1997 (HBO) Beneath the Planet of the Apes, 1970 (HBO) Bio-Dome, 1996 (HBO) Black Panthers, 1968 Blackhat, 2015 (HBO) Brubaker, 1980 (HBO) Cantinflas (HBO) Conquest of the Planet of the Apes, 1972 (Extended Version) (HBO) Cousins, 1989 (HBO) Dark Water, 2005 (HBO) Darkness Falls, 2003 (HBO) Demolition Man, 1993 Dirty Work, 1998 (HBO) Disturbia, 2007 (HBO) Doctor Who Holiday 2020 Special: Revolution of the Daleks, 2020 Duplex, 2003 (HBO) Escape from the Planet of the Apes, 1971 (HBO) Eve’s Bayou, 1997 Firestarter, 1984 (HBO) First, 2012 For Colored Girls, 2010 (HBO) For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada, 2012 (HBO) Full Bloom, Max Original Season 2 Finale Ghost in the Machine, 1993 (HBO) The Good Lie, 2014 (HBO) Gun Crazy, 1950 House on Haunted Hill, 1999 Identity Thief, 2013 (Extended Version) (HBO) Ira & Abby, 2007 (HBO) Joe Versus the Volcano, 1990 Judas and the Black Messiah, 2021 (HBO) Laws Of Attraction, 2004 (HBO) Lucky, 2017 (HBO) Maid in Manhattan, 2002 Married to the Mob, 1988 (HBO) Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, 1997 Mississippi Burning, 1988 (HBO) Monster-In-Law, 2005 Mousehunt, 1997 (HBO) My Brother Luca (HBO) No Sudden Move Pleasantville, 1998 The Prince of Tides, 1991 Project X, 1987 (HBO) The Punisher, 2017 (HBO) Punisher: War Zone, 2008 (HBO) Rambo, 2008 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Reds, 1981 (HBO) Reservoir Dogs, 1992 (HBO) The Return of the Living Dead, 1985 (HBO) Return of the Living Dead III, 1993 (Extended Version) (HBO) Rounders, 1998 (HBO) Saturday Night Fever, 1977 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Scream, 1996 Scream 2, 1997 Scream 3, 2000 Semi-Tough, 1977 (HBO) The Sessions, 2012 (HBO) Set Up, 2012 (HBO) Snake Eyes, 1998 (HBO) Staying Alive, 1983 (HBO) Stuart Little, 1999 The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 Tom and Jerry in New York, Max Original Series Premiere Trick ‘R Treat, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Daddy’s Little Girls, 2007 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman, 2005 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s I Can Do Bad All by Myself, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea Goes To Jail, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Big Happy Family, 2011 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Family Reunion, 2006 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married Too, 2010 (HBO) The Watcher, 2016 (HBO) The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep, 2007 (HBO) Westworld (Movie), 1973 White Chicks (Unrated & Uncut Version), 2004 The White Stadium, 1928 Won’t Back Down, 2012 (HBO) Zero Days, 2016 (HBO)

July 2 Lo Que Siento por Ti (aka What I Feel for You) (HBO)

July 3 Let Him Go, 2020 (HBO) Nancy Drew, Season 2

July 7 Dr. STONE, Seasons 1 and 2 (Subtitled) (Crunchyroll Collection) Shiva Baby, 2021 (HBO)

July 8 The Dog House: UK, Max Original Season 2 Premiere Gossip Girl, Max Original Series Premiere Human Capital, 2020 (HBO) The Hunt, 2020 (HBO) Looney Tunes Cartoons, Max Original Season 2 Premiere

July 9 Frankie Quinones: Superhomies (HBO)

July 11 The White Lotus, Limited Series Premiere (HBO)

July 12 Catch and Kill: The Podcast Tapes, Documentary Series Premiere (HBO)

July 15 Tom & Jerry, 2021 (HBO)

July 16 Betty, Season 2 Finale (HBO) Space Jam: A New Legacy, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021 Un Disfraz Para Nicolas (aka A Costume for Nicolas) (HBO)

July 17 The Empty Man, 2020 (HBO)

July 18 100 Foot Wave, Documentary Series Premiere (HBO)

July 22 Through Our Eyes, Max Original Documentary Series Premiere

July 23 Corazon De Mezquite (aka Mezquite’s Heart) (HBO)

July 24 Freaky, 2020 (HBO)

July 26 Catch and Kill: The Podcast Tapes, Documentary Series Finale (HBO)

July 27 Batwoman, Season 2 Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO)

July 30 Uno Para Todos (aka One for All) (HBO)

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Leaving HBO Max – July 2021

July 3 The ABC’s Of Covid-19: A CNN/Sesame Street Town Hall for Kids and Parents Part 2, 2020

July 4 Annabelle, 2014 Annabelle Comes Home, 2019 (HBO) The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, 2021 The Curse of La Llorona, 2019 The Nun, 2018

July 5 Lost And Delirious, 2001

July 8 Mad Max: Fury Road, 2015

July 10 It: Chapter 2, 2019 (HBO)

July 11 An Elephant’s Journey, 2018 In the Heights, 2021 Thanks for Sharing, 2013

July 15 Burlesque, 2010

July 17 The Notebook, 2004

July 26 The King’s Speech, 2010

July 31 17 Again, 2009 A Clockwork Orange, 1971 A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge, 1985 A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master, 1988 A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child, 1989 A Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984 A Nightmare on Elm Street, 2010 Adam’s Rib, 1949 America’s Sweethearts, 2001 Anaconda, 1997 The Apparition, 2012 (HBO) Are We There Yet?, 2005 Argo, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) AVP: Alien vs. Predator, 2004 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Badlands, 1973 Beau Brummel, 1954 The Benchwarmers, 2006 Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, 2011 (HBO) Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta!, 2012 (HBO) Billy Madison, 1995 (HBO) The Book Of Eli, 2010 (HBO) Bram Stoker’s Dracula, 1992 Bringing Up Baby, 1938 The City of Lost Children, 1995 The Color Purple, 1985 The Comebacks, 2007 (Alternate Version) (HBO) The Conjuring 2, 2016 The Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course, 2002 (HBO) Don’t Let Go, 2019 (HBO) Downton Abbey, 2019 (HBO) El Angel (aka The Angel), 2018 (HBO) Eyes Wide Shut, 1999 Fool’s Gold, 2008 Fort Tilden, 2015 (HBO) The Four Feathers, 2002 (HBO) The Gay Divorcee, 1934 Get A Job, 2016 (HBO) The Goonies, 1985 Grand Canyon, 1991 (HBO) Hairspray, 1988 Happy Gilmore, 1996 (HBO) Hellboy Animated Collection, 2006, 2007 The Hurricane, 1999 (HBO) I Know What You Did Last Summer, 1997 Iniciales SG (aka Initials S.G.), 2019 (HBO) J. Edgar, 2011 Jackie Chan’s First Strike, 1997 Jacob’s Ladder, 1990 (HBO) Jeremiah Johnson, 1972 Keeper Of The Flame, 1943 Kill Bill: Vol. 1, 2003 (HBO) Kill Bill: Vol. 2, 2004 (HBO) Kung Fu Hustle, 2005 The Lego Ninjago Movie, 2014 Less Than Zero, 1987 (HBO) Life Stinks, 1991 (HBO) Lincoln, 2012 (HBO) Little Children, 2006 (HBO) Little Man Tate, 1991 (HBO) Lovely & Amazing, 2002 The Lucky One, 2012(HBO) The Madness of King George, 1994 (HBO) Marisol, 2019 (HBO) Me 3.769, 2019 (HBO) Michael Clayton, 2007 Mickey Blue Eyes, 1999 Monster-In-Law, 2005 Mulholland Dr., 2001 Muralla (aka Muralla, The Goalkeeper), 2018 (HBO) Murder on the Orient Express, 1974 (HBO) Music and Lyrics, 2007 My Dream Is Yours, 1949 My Girl 2, 1994 My Girl, 1991 My Sister’s Keeper, 2009 Now, Voyager, 1942 Old Dogs, 2009 (HBO) The Opposite Sex, 1956 The Pledge, 2001 (HBO) Precious, 2009 (HBO) The Producers, 1968 The Prophecy, 1995 (HBO) The Prophecy II, 1998 (HBO) The Prophecy III: The Ascent, 2000 (HBO) Prophecy IV: The Uprising, 2005 (HBO) Prophecy V: The Forsaken, 2005 (HBO) Pulp Fiction, 1994 Rachel and The Stranger, 1948 Radio Days, 1987 (HBO) The Reluctant Debutante, 1958 Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise, 1987 (HBO) Revenge of the Nerds IV: Nerds in Love, 2005 (HBO) Revenge of the Nerds, 1984 (HBO) Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, 1991 Roger & Me, 1989 Rollerball, 2002 (HBO) Romance on the High Seas, 1948 Rumble in the Bronx, 1996 Safe House, 2012 (HBO) Salvador, 1986 (HBO) Shall We Dance?, 2004 Shallow Hal, 2001 (HBO) Shocker, 1989 (HBO) Sinbad of the Seven Seas, 1989 (HBO) Sprung, 1997 (HBO) Stop-Loss, 2008 (HBO) Sunshine Cleaning, 2009 (HBO) Swing Time, 1936 Tea for Two, 1950 Thief, 1981 (HBO) This Is Spinal Tap, 1984 (HBO) Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, 2011 (HBO) Top Hat, 1935 Trapped in Paradise, 1994 (HBO) Troll 2, 1990 (HBO) Troll, 1986 (HBO) Two Minutes of Fame, 2020 (HBO) Underdog, 2007 (HBO) Untamed Heart, 1993 (HBO) Up in the Air, 2009 (HBO) The Visitor, 2008 Waiting for Guffman, 1997 The Wedding Singer, 1998 Wendy, 2020 (HBO) Wildcats, 1986 (HBO) The Wings of Eagles, 1957 Without Love, 1945 Woman of the Year, 1942 Worth Winning, 1989 (HBO) Young Man with a Horn, 1949

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Steve was going to kill Billy. He was going to grab him by his shitty mullet and beat his laughing face into a goddamn pulp. He was going to shove Billy’s phone down his fucking throat. As Hopper chased him down the street, yelling in annoyance and exasperation, Steve thought of all the ways he was going to fuck up his stupid ass boyfriend.

It had been one hell of a fucking week. Billy’s community college in Indianapolis had had it’s finals, Steve had finally finished all of his certifications for childcare, and they were both ready to relax. To take a moment for themselves. To get absolutely shitfaced.

Their apartment wasn’t full persay, but for Hawkins, it was alive. Steve moved around a drunk couple making out, pretty sure they were Billy’s classmates because he didn’t recognize them, and headed for the kitchen. Ursula, one of his favorite people and one of the few of Billy’s classmates who seemed to genuinely like Steve, was taking shots and grinned when she saw him. She waved him over, not even trying to shout over the rock blasting through the apartment, and held up a shot glass.

“Steve!” She yelled once he was closer. “Time for vodka shots!”

“I dunno,” he shouted back. “Billy’s getting drunk as fuck and one of us needs to stay sober.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

“Dude, Billy complained all week about having to jerk off because you were studying so much, I get one shot, okay?” Steve turned red, running his hand over his face.

“Fair enough.” He tossed the shot back, smiling slightly at the feel of the vodka sliding down. He bit his lip, considering his options. “Let’s do one more.” As he downed his shot, smiling at Ursula afterwards, someone came up behind him and wrapped their arms around his middle. Steve startled, almost dropping his shot glass.

“Hey there, buddy,” Robin said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Billy’s looking for you.” Steve rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Of course. Thanks, Ursula,” he said with a wink, and she held her next shot up in cheers before tossing it back. Robin tugged Steve back through the hallway to the living room, tugging his wrist lightly. He didn’t quite feel the shots yet, but he knew he would soon.

“I came back in from a smoke and Billy just zoned in on me and would not shut up until I brought you to him,” she complained, sounding fond at the same time. Billy stood up, holding his arms out, smile wide and dangerous.

“Bambi!” He cheered, drawing out the vowels. “Have I got the dare for you!” Steve gave Billy a blank look.

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard it,” he whined. He batted his eyelashes, which was just unfair, and Steve sighed.

“What’s the dare then?” Billy’s grin was feral.

“I dare you to streak and then jump into the pool naked.” Steve wanted to roll his eyes so hard they looked at the back of his head. He got as close as he could.

“Billy, we’re not fucking thirteen--”

“What, you fuckin’ chicken?” Billy’s tongue poked out from between his teeth and Steve felt the need to win simmering in his gut. He clenched his fists.

“No, it’s just that it’s a public fucking pool and if I get caught, it’s not gonna end well.” Billy rolled his eyes and scoffed, giving him a challenging grin.

“So you are chicken. Can’t handle a lil’ public nudity, rich boy?” Steve bristled at that, because he and Billy both worked to pay the bills, and he knew Billy was just saying it to rile him up, but boy, was it working--

“Shut your goddamn mouth, Hargrove,” he snapped, yanking his shirt over his head. Billy’s eyes lit up with glee and his smile was so brilliant, it made Steve pause. Billy licked his lips and Steve huffed, going back to undressing. “I’ll show you whose fuckin’ chicken.” The party had stopped and Steve turned, facing the sliding door. He wouldn’t be able to hide his nudity, obviously, but he was going to do what little he could to preserve his modesty.

“Damn, Hargrove,” someone yelled, “Your boy is packin’!” Steve blushed and he heard Billy laugh.

“I fucking told you!” Steve decided to block everything out. He grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking a breath to calm his racing heart, before yanking them down and kicking them off in one fluid motion. The party went silent and he threw the door open, running down the pavement. His heart was beating hard, but the rush of adrenaline was exhilarating. His feet slapped harshly on the sidewalk, and he made for the pool. It was in the middle of the courtyard, and he made a beeline for it, breath coming in sharp and harsh. His dick flopped and it kinda hurt a little bit, but he’d think about that later. When he didn’t feel so hot from the shots and adrenaline. “Whoo! Go, Baby, go!” Billy yelled, not too far behind him. Steve skidded a little ashe approached the pool, cannon balling into the deep end. As he flew through the air, he heard Billy cheering behind him, wild and happy. It made him smile.

He felt a lot less happy when he breached the surface.

When he pushed out of the water, whipping his hair out of his face, he saw flashing blue and red lights. His eyes went wide and he splashed a little, rushing to get to the ladder and get out. Billy was there, grinning and holding up his phone, obviously filming him.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Steve hissed, covering himself with a hand as best he could. Billy pulled at his wrist lightly.

“Aw, come on, King. I wanna show you off.” He caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth, eyebrows pumping once. Steve rolled his eyes and nervously looked around.

“The cops are here,” he snapped. “Let me get back inside.” The look Billy gave him was positively devilish.

“But what fun would that be?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. He pursed his lips, nostrils flaring.

“I am never going to suck your dick again if you answer yes to this question. Did you call the cops?”

“Well,” Billy drawled. “I told Buckley to. She’s the one who did it.” Steve brought both lips into his mouth, biting down and staring at Billy incredulously. Before he could retort, there was a cough.

“Harrington,” Hopper sighed. Steve glanced behind him and Hopper was on the other side of the pool. “Families live here,” he said, exasperated. “Come on.” Steve’s life kind of flashed before his eyes. “I’m gonna have to take you in, formalities sake-- Hey!” Steve took off, hair still dripping wet, Billy’s shocked and excited laugh growing distant behind him. The party had followed them out, and he had to duck around laughing people, face red with embarrassment, one hand still covering his dick. He ran, skidding to make a turn and looking to see if Hopper was following.

He was. And he looked pissed.

“Harrington!” He barked. “I don’t have the fucking patience for this tonight!” Steve ran back to their apartment, trying to open the door, but Tommy was there, wiggling his eyebrows at the locked door. Steve regretted ever making up with him. He and Billy together were the worst. Hopper was closer now, so Steve took off again, dashing around the courtyard and party goers. Billy’s laugh turned into a wheeze, kind of like an engine dying, and Steve was going to fucking kill him.

“Okay, Tommy!” Billy yelled. Steve turned to look, and Tommy was opening the door. A new surge of energy pushed him to run faster, barreling through the door and the people waiting around it. He slammed into the hallway, ran into his and Billy’s room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He collapsed on the bed, waiting for the pounding on the door. Steve panted, gasping for air, sweating from the adrenaline and physical exertion. He waited, finally starting to catch his breath, but no knock ever came. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he took his time, closing his eyes and taking soothing breaths. Billy was gonna be lucky if Steve ever even kissed him again, he fucking swore--

There was a soft knock and a rattling of the doorknob. Steve’s head shot up and he wrapped the blanket around himself.

“Go away!” He shivered a little, the water having cooled his skin.

“It’s me, baby!” Billy called. Steve sighed, seriously considering not opening the door. But he was a sucker, so he got up, unlocked the door, and turned to get back in the bed.

“Door’s open,” he called over his shoulder, flopping on the bed. Billy opened the door, shutting it softly behind him. He came and sat on the bed, giving Steve his space.

“So we’re all good.” Steve gave him an incredulous and angry look. Billy looked away, cheeks flushing. “I mean, Hopper is gone and you’re fine, just disturbance of the peace on your record.” Steve blinked at him, making Billy squirm. “Look, I know that was uh, probably too much, but,” he smiled a little, like he was trying not to. “You looked so, I don’t even know how to explain it. You always seem so tired and you do everything by schedules and rules and I guess,” he bit his lip. “I guess I just kinda wanted to see the old you. Not that you now is bad,” he said, finding Steve’s hand and squeezing. Steve allowed it. “I just wanted you to let loose again. Remember that we can have fun.” He paused and Steve felt like he might listen to Billy, might forgive him sooner than later-- “Plus,” Billy said, “This is definitely going viral.” Steve gave Billy a look that could have melted him down with it’s angry heat. “Too soon?”

“Have fun jerking off for another week, jackass.” But Steve didn’t let go of his hand, so Billy knew they were gonna be okay. "Plus," Steve said, voice teasing, adrenaline and anger starting to fade into exhilaration and relief. "It'll only go viral 'cause my dick is so huge." Billy threw his head back and laughed.

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One Good Turn Deserves Another

Category: Angst

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Eri

Additional Tags: Vigilante!Class 1-A

Trigger warning for themes of child abuse!

Izuku’s lips were curled into a cold, smug smile as his bright eyes beheld the lofty penthouse suite displayed by the floor-to-ceiling glass panes framing the luxurious condominiums nestled between the beach and the sprawled city complex. Izuku perched on the balcony railing of the adjacent condominiums’ penthouse complex that he was currently sharing with twenty other young vigilantes looking to score a quick buck in the chaotic, unforgiving, cold-hearted world they lived in. They’d all seen terrible, horrible things that prompted them to turn their backs on society’s definition of “hero” and carve their paths. To this day, Izuku marveled at the miracle of their coming together to form one of Japan’s most notorious heist organizations.

“Has she left yet?” Katsuki grunted as he strode out of the open set of glass doors. His heavy boots thunked against the smooth stone bottom of the balcony. Izuku’s emerald eyes remained fixed on the spread of clear glass several yards away, particularly on the thirty-something-year-old woman running a blow dryer through her voluminous brown hair. Izuku was mildly impressed with her haircare routine; even from the considerable distance, he could see the ripples of her hair gloss with the fluorescents’ unflattering light. Her bathroom was as large as the standard bedroom, but that didn’t mean the condos invested in slightly better lightbulbs.

“Not yet,” Izuku responded without looking at his number-one partner-in-crime. “We still have fifteen minutes until her suitor is supposed to pick her up.” Katsuki only grunted in response, watching with disdain as the older woman smoothed nonexistent creased from the sapphire blue dress that hugged her figure in every scandalous way possible. Izuku could almost hear her six-inch-heels clacking as she exited the bathroom to cross through the walls. She disappeared into the bowels of the suite to head towards the penthouse door.

“What’s this broad do again that makes her richer than God?”

“She’s the assistant CEO of a software development company specializing in programming high-tech support items.” Indeed, the infamous burglars had targeted her after multiple magazine spotlights and television specials revealed her lavish life’s intimate details, down to a complete tour of her pompous penthouse home. The exposés had been mainly focused on her widowed status, chronicling her tumultuous rise to fame after her husband’s sudden death after only a few years of blissful marriage. Izuku remembered the bitter tears streaming from her eyes as she reminisced about her loving husband. The waterworks had cemented in his mind that she was the perfect victim for their newest scheme.

Katsuki and Izuku both straightened slightly as the receivers in their ears buzzed with static.

“Hey, hey!” Izuku could hear Denki’s broad grin in the fuzzy audio of the transceiver. “The John’s in the building and heading up to the penthouse.” Izuku pressed the respond button to answer, still crouching on the railing by balancing on his metal-plated boots. Denki always served as their mole, because his easygoing and sunny personality just lured people into a false sense of security so easily.

“Is it time?” Hanta called as he poked his head out of the open glass doors.

“Almost.” Hanta stuck out a thumbs-up before vanishing into the room, shouting for Ochako and Mina to go out onto the balcony for Phase II of the rob-the-rich-lady plan. Ochako trotted out onto the lengthy stone structure, chewing on a licorice candy as she leaned against the railing beside Izuku.

“If only I’d lived like that, life could’ve been so much different,” the brunette mourned sourly as she tore off a large chunk of the red candy and crushed it between her teeth with excessive force. Izuku laughed dryly with a nod of agreement.

“I would feel bad because she’s a single mother, but wait until the world sees the reports of employee abuse we mailed into the news networks,” he laughed gleefully. Sure, they stole and occasionally beat people to a bloody pulp, but only people who deserved it. Many of the common folk revered them as a troupe of Robin Hoods, stealing from the obnoxiously wealthy and abusive to aid the poor and struggling. At least, that’s what many of them told themselves to justify their questionable deeds. Try as they like to harden their hearts to their bitter realities, sometimes their human sides tried to nose back into their lives.

“She’s leaving,” came Denki’s quick report in their transponders. Izuku could hear girlish giggling and the baritone droning of a man in the background of the audio. Denki, disguised in a janitor’s outfit, whistled as stood with his mop and side-eyed them. “Heading up. Be there or be square.”

“All right. Denki’s moving in to disable the motion sensors,” Izuku reported. Mina had joined them on the balcony, and she enthusiastically punched the air with her fists.

“All right! Let’s bleed this bitch for everything she has!” the pink girl crowed. Izuku languidly stood up on the metal railing, balancing his center to stand at his full height with only the thin rail cementing him to the building. Ochako skipped over to touch Mina with her pink finger pads, and the girl immediately floated up a few inches from the balcony, giggling as she did so.

“I can never get used to how weird this feels!” Mina trilled, laughing joyfully as Hanta pushed the back of her head to make her body somersault in the air slowly. As she righted herself, Izuku grabbed her gently by the elbow to drift her to the balcony rail. “All right! The Mina Rocket is ready to go!” she declared. Izuku grinned widely, then flung Mina to send her sailing across the gap between the buildings. The few patrons lingering by the pool failed to notice the pink vigilante floating in the sky in the dark fringe of the lofty condos. Katsuki snorted as Mina bumped into the window with a gentle smack. She hurriedly grasped onto the building’s thin stone rim before she bounced off. She hovered beside the building, staring at the red blip of light within the condo’s dark recesses that indicated the security system was still armed.

“How are you doing, Denki?”

“Me ‘n Yaomomo are almost in position.” Momo had also been deployed to the condominium, posing as a member of the cleaning staff. By now, the security officer should be passed out from a sleeping drought so their bonafide genius could replace the camera feeds with loops and replaced footage to eliminate the evidence of their involvement before it even existed. The video would show that Denki and Momo had gotten off on entirely different floors, when in fact, they would proceed to the penthouse to assist in the heist. No one would ever be the wiser that two moles had been planted in the staff.

There was a reason they’d evaded Interpol, the Japanese Bureau of Investigation, and the Hero Commission for so long, after all. The young group of vigilantes dotted all their I’s, crossed all their T’s, and checked them twice.

“The cameras are set,” Momo reported, whispering not to wake the slumbering guard. “The footage is good for about an hour. Let’s make the most of it.”

“Almost done,” Denki hummed in the same channel. A faint crackling of electricity sounded as he essentially fried the security system controls. Faintly, Izuku could see the red light blip green.

As soon as Momo and Denki reported in, Mina melted the glass with her acid, reducing it to a goop steaming on the wooden floorboards. Mina worked quickly and efficiently to carve a large hole into the window, then daintily stepped into the living room to tut at the blackened, smoking area rug. As soon as she safely entered the penthouse, Ochako released her Quirk, allowing Mina the land on the plush carpet and appraise the lofty home.

“All right, guys, let’s move in.” Izuku used his Quirk to propel himself across the divide, bending the railing as he blasted off it. He’d bend it back later. He landed deftly in the center of the living room, clicking his tongue at the sheer obnoxiousness of the interior decor. It probably cost more than all of her employees combined made in a year. Disgusted, Izuku made a point to bend the metal floor lamp in half, exposing the wire to make sparks jump from the now-frayed metal pieces. While the others quietly used their Quirks to jump into the penthouse and Denki picked the lock so he and Momo could stroll in, Izuku set to ransacking the place to discover where the software mogul hid her stacks of cash. The others began pilfering everything valuable in sight; Tooru and Asui sprinted to the master bedroom, keen on scoring the jewelry the woman had been sure to show off in her many interviews.

Izuku ignored the triumphant hoots and hollers as he meandered down a hallway. Just to be thorough, he opened the side closet, disinterestedly pulling out the Egyptian sheets of every color and numerous comforters to fling them into a pile on the floor. Nothing hid behind the cottony masses, and he almost abandoned the effort until he spied a suspiciously square seam in the wood peeking out.

“Hello,” he grinned and crouched down to pry the false floor up with his fingers. Izuku had been expecting a hidden stash of cash or coins, perhaps a safe containing embezzlement or fraud documents.

He was not expecting a pair of bright red eyes and a pale round face to be peeking up at him.

Izuku froze. He blinked, and the pale face shrouded by the darkness blinked back. He continued to hold up the small nook entrance, oblivious to Katsuki stomping down the hall toward him.

“Oi, what the fuck are you- what the fuck?” The blond hissed in a breath, making the small form within the crawlspace cringe in fright. With a flip of his index finger, Izuku bid Katsuki to turn on the hallway light. As he complied, the white light cascaded over Izuku’s hunched form to crash into the small space, illuminating a very tiny, disheveled little girl. Her red, puffy eyes slowly blinked as she regarded Izuku with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

“Are you here to steal me?”

Izuku almost lost it. Literally. He become so infuriated that his Quirk jumped out, sending red streaks and green lighting blazing across his skin. Clenching his teeth hard and breathing steadily through his nose, he managed to force his power back into control and give the little girl a strained smile. It was just so hard not to go ballistic and tear the entire penthouse upside down, because this was the most pathetic little girl Izuku had ever seen. Her white-gray hair framed her round face and her red eyes glittered like blood moons in the light. A little horn protruded from her forehead. Why the hell was this child locked in a crawlspace in a goddamn hallway closet while the penthouse owner gallivanted off on a booty call?

“Yeah,” Izuku smiled pleasantly. “Yeah,” he repeated, convincing himself to commit to the radical change in plans. “That’s right.” His heart crushed in on itself as her eyes widened and she beamed brightly. She flung herself forward with a delighted squeal to wrap her thin arms around Izuku’s neck, burning her face into his sternum. The girl immediately began bawling loudly, spreading snot and tears all over the spandex of his suit.

“Ungh… I… I’m so happy… I-I’ve been waiting so long for someone to know I was here… That I existed…” Izuku didn’t have the heart to tell her that he had no earthly idea she was in the penthouse, let alone related to the woman. “Mommy… Mommy locks me in here because she doesn’t want people to know. She hates me; she tells me so. She says I need to suffer, so I’m locked away to be forgotten. Just like everyone forgot Daddy, she says,” she blubbered between wails and cries. Izuku’s hands remained limply at his sides, too stunned with the cascade of events to properly comfort the girl. Her crying had attracted the attention of his cohorts, and they crammed into the small hallway to observe the strange happenings. She began to sob harder.

“I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean to make Daddy go away. It was an accident. An accident.” She palmed her small horn, sniveling, and it took Izuku a few seconds to puzzle out that the little girl’s Quirk had likely manifested and killed her father. It wasn’t common, but certainly not unheard of. Children with powerful, uncontrollable Quirks posed real and present dangers. The girl sniffled as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Mommy says it’s my fault. She says that my punishment is to be locked away and feel what it’s like to be forgotten. She tells me that one day she’ll forget me too, and I’m going to die, all alone.”

Katsuki began cursing profusely under his breath, sparks popping from his palms as his fury mounted.

“This is fucking ridiculous; are we gonna fucking stand for this? This bitch has her daughter locked in a fucking hole in the wall and is out there schmoozing some fuckin’ asshole-! I can’t; I fuckin’ can’t, I need- Ooooooh…!” As he grew more and more enraged, he stomped off into a side bedroom and began flinging furniture around with his herculean strength. Izuku had regained some semblance of his wits, so he hugged the small girl tightly to his person and petted her long silvery hair. Suddenly, she blinked at him.

“Wait… You aren’t here to kill me, are you? Did my mom… Did she finally…?” As her red eyes flooded with fresh tears, Izuku hurriedly shushed her and pressed his cheek against the side of her head.

“No, no, that’s not why we’re here at all.”

“That’s right! We’re thieves!” Tooru beamed theatrically as she jumped over, waving her gloves around ecstatically. The little girl’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head upon witnessing an invisible woman for the first time. “We’re gonna steal you away to happier life!” The girl’s eyebrows shot up, and she craned her head to look at Izuku.

“That’s right!” he confirmed with a cheesy grin. “Stealing is what burglars do best, right?” The girl squealed as he hoisted her up with his hands under her armpits. Her little legs kicked happily at the sudden rush of air around her. With a smile, Izuku plopped her against him, one beefy arm hooked under her comparably tiny frame. Her little hands rested on his broad shoulder, and her bright smile illuminated the condominium better than the sun ever could. When a few more loud crashes, thumps, and curses drifted down the hall, she looked worriedly towards the room Katsuki had stamped into.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just sorting out his feelings,” Denki laughed as he sidled up. “Hiya! What’s your name, squirt?” he asked as he playfully shook her hand.

“Eri,” she giggled.

“Eri! What a cute name,” Kyoka appraised with a nod. The others greeted her jovially as Izuku carried her into the living room. Her eyes widened when she beheld the overturned and broken furniture.

“What are you all looking for besides me?”

“What kind of burglars would we be if we didn’t take your mom’s money?” Shoto quipped monotonously as he resumed emptying drawers. Izuku flushed with embarrassment at the boy’s bluntness, and Eri screwed her face up into a frown.

“Mommy isn’t a nice person. She takes money from the company and robs the workers; I hear her say so on the phone. She laughs about it.” Eri glanced concernedly up at Izuku. “What are you going to do with the money?”

“Uh! Oh, um, we’re not gonna do anything bad,” he reassured as he strolled over to the gaping hole in the window. “We’re honest burglars. We steal from bad people and share it with good people.” It was true. They’d made anonymous donations to charities and underfunded schools and local businesses, built a children’s park overnight for a low-income neighborhood, and committed countless other good-Samaritan deeds. Of course, some of that they pocketed for personal interests and paying off essential figures, but hey, it was an investment for more heists and more good deeds, in the long run. At his explanation, Eri hummed satisfactorily and hugged his neck, her cheek squishing against his.

“I see. That’s nice!” She then inhaled slightly as the wind whistled through the window, ruffling her hair and nightgown. Izuku smiled sympathetically as she gulped, peeking down at the ground so very far below. “Are we… Going to jump?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. It’s how I came, you know. We can make it! I’m going to hold on real tight to you,” he reassured her jovially. Eri nodded slowly, rotating her head to peek back at his friends, who had resumed rummaging around the apartment. Katsuki had satiated his ire and stalked back into the main room to oversee the operation. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just finishing the job. They’ll probably stay a little while, because… Well, as we like to say, one good turn deserves another.”

The tone in the room shifted immediately. It grew dead silent as Izuku’s unspoken order dropped the temperature of the room several degrees. His grin and emerald eyes were eerily bright as he eyed them over Eri’s head. “Right, guys?”

“Right,” Tenya whistled as he picked up the sheets in the hall and began shredding them into thin strips of cloth. Silence descended as the vigilantes began searching the penthouse once more, but their minds were no longer on cash and evidence, but something else entirely. Eri blinked repeatedly as she struggled to grasp the shift in the tension and gave Izuku an inquisitive stare.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku smiled and patted the top of her head. “When tomorrow morning comes, everyone will know you exist.” Eri’s blood moon eyes widened as a big grin slowly spread across her round face.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Every word,” he promised. “You gotta swear, though, to keep a secret.” Eri nodded vigorously. “You can’t tell anyone about who rescued you. It’ll be a secret between just us, okay? Pinky-swear.” Izuku held up his scarred pinky, and Eri readily looped her tiny one with his, linking them in an eternal promise. “Good. Remember, one good turn deserves another. We saved you, so you help us keep our identities safe so we can keep helping other people.” With that, Izuku hugged her tight and activated his Quirk to once more spring between the two buildings. She inhaled wondrously as the wind rushed through her hair, and looked up to see the starry night sky after so long deprived of their soft, simple light.

~~~~~~~~~~

As Izuku had promised, Eri’s story was blown wide open alongside the software mogul’s scandalous finances and business practices. Izuku and the others had left Eri asleep in the penthouse suite with all their documents and scathing evidence of Eri’s abuse and the money the woman had stolen from her business partner. They dropped an anonymous call to the police to inform them of the girl’s location, and then retreated to a safe distance within the city to watch the media massacre unfold.

The woman was discovered first. She was brought out by police not visibly harm but clearly scared within an inch of her life. Being suspended from a penthouse with only a decorative chair and some Egyptian cotton sheets to anchor you to safety would do that to a person. Next, when Izuku and the others dropped the call, the flocks of the press began to babble theories as the police swarmed into the adjacent penthouse. They’d also given anonymous information to the news media, who immediately jumped on the tragic tale of the little girl. Eri’s eyes were huge as the cop carried her carefully out of the condo, amazed by all the noise and activity developing around her. Izuku could just tell by the teary smile on her face that she was thinking, They know I’m here. They’re happy I’m safe.

When one of the reporters shoved a microphone into her face and demanded to know who her rescuers and mother’s assailants were, Eri just smiled sheepishly.

“It’s a secret. I can’t tell. You know, one good turn deserves another.”

Izuku grinned to himself, biting down on his bottom lip in satisfaction.

Sure, they weren’t saints. They’d stolen, and assaulted, and publicly slandered plenty. However, seeing that little girl’s smile broadcast on the big screen for the world to see, ready to leave an arduous life behind her and step out into the light, reminded Izuku of why he’d turned to such an existence in the first place.

Real heroes made real change through whatever means necessary. Because, as he said… One good turn deserves another, and one bad deed brings down righteous fury.

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