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novantinuum · 3 months

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Steven's Breakdown Was Inevitable From the Very Beginning

I feel like the thing that fucks me up the most about Steven Q. Universe and how well conceived he is as a character is that the fundamental building blocks of why he reached his breaking point in SU: Future were laid out as clear as day in the span of legit only the first four episodes of the original show. The writing was literally always on the wall that future him would struggle with matters of self worth and identity in relationship to the others around him.

Let's take a look:

Gem Glow

"Awesome! What are these things?"

Foundational Trauma #1: Steven's home is always either under threat or actively being wrecked by antagonistic forces/beings, and he constantly copes with this by pushing down his fear in favor of a curiosity and silver linings based mindset.

Look at his initial shock when he opens the door and gets tackled by one of these things, and then his response when one of them spits acid:

The kid's freaked the hell out about all this, and while I do think there's a part of Steven that genuinely IS curious about what these lil critters are, I think he's subconsciously using that curiosity as a way to distract himself from his own fears and anxieties. This is Steven actively learning how to ignore the deeper problems in favor of emoting a facade to the others in his life that he can totally handle himself in scary situations like these.

The underlying reason why is incredibly apparent, when you look at the example from the next episode-

Laser Light Canon

"I don't know what a magic lady like her ever saw in a plain old dope like me..."

Genuinely- from the bottom of my heart- I think the above quote from Greg is a moment where his own insecurities around the Gems actually rubbed off on Steven.

At this point in time, Steven may be living with the Gems... but he hasn't started to harness any of his powers at all, so in his own head he might as well be the same as his dad- another human, just one who happens to have a gem! But the way Greg talks about himself... given Steven was living with him in the van for years before moving in to the beach house, he had to have heard negative self-talk from his dad like this before.

And then there's the rest of the Crystal Gems... always speaking of Rose with such reverence as if she were an all-powerful goddess... and Steven can't help but look back at himself, and his gem that won't work... the gem that the others still identify as Rose's...

"Your gem-! You have Rose's gem!"

And maybe he starts to wonder if- without any working powers- he's just a plain ol' dope like his Dad, too.

"Please work... Unlock! Activate! Go! Please-!! Everyone's counting on you, you can't just be useless!"

Foundational Trauma #2: Steven has Rose's gem, and as such, is constantly living under the silent expectation to live up to a standard that he simply cannot ever hope to achieve, because he doesn't KNOW her and he never will.

I want to highlight one of Steven's expressions while his dad is talking about Rose- look at that sad look. My god, I just wanna hug him. This is the expression of a child who has already come to terms with the fact that his only relationship with his mom is through the rose tinted stories that other people tell him about her.

Cheeseburger Backpack

So. Steven has learned so far that he needs to push down his feelings and emote a false veneer of cheer and bravery even when he's afraid, because the rest of the people in his life have expectations and hopes for him due to the legacy of his parentage and he can't bear the thought of letting them down. (And in a sad way, at this point "letting them down" literally just means... being an ordinary human boy. I believe Steven at this stage of the show is flat out scared to be human, because to be human is to fail at being a Gem, and no amount of love and sacrifice in the name of humanity in the seasons to come could've ever saved him from the fundamental fact that the wedge between him and this whole half of his being was already drawn long before the events of season 1 even started. But I digress.)

Let's see where we go from there. Let's check out Steven's first "mission." Or as Pearl puts it about 35 episodes later, his first "test."

"Yeah... they can't all be winners."

This episode is tinted with a little bit of tragedy for me on rewatch, because I genuinely do think the Gems handled the situation as well as they could've. They were supportive of Steven's successful ploys, and (for the most part) responded with grace when he majorly blundered and left the Goddess Statue at home. The main problem, however, is that Steven has already developed a bit of a complex about impressing the three of them-

Foundational Trauma #3: Even when they claim otherwise, Steven has convinced himself that affection from the Gems is transactional, and that when he messes up he's not truly a part of the Crystal Gems.

Of course we the audience know this isn't true- I mean, hell, Amethyst even said as much in episode one after her slip-up ("and you're fun to have around, even if your gem IS useless!")... that the Crystal Gems wouldn't be the same without him. But Steven... the poor kid is a complicated little guy living a complicated life, and whether they intended it or not, the language used they've used around him thus far has not backed up their attempts at fully embracing him, human parentage and all.

Thus, Steven just spends the entire episode wracked with anxiety trying to find creative non-power using ways to make the mission easier so he can convince them he's useful to have around.

Look how nervous he gets even when all three of them are visibly and vocally supportive of his presence here:

This is the face of a boy who feels like he's under constant judgement and scrutiny from those around him.

Blessedly, viewing this episode in isolation, he experiences a brief moment of mental respite where he finally accepts the Gems' encouragement and agrees that his ideas 'can't all be winners,' but this lesson does not stick for him moving forward. A shame, really.

Together Breakfast

"What's the matter, Steven?" "I wanted us all to have breakfast together, so I made Together Breakfast! But everyone keeps leaving..." "Oh, that's nice..."

Taken in context with what we've learned already in the last three episodes, Steven's desperation to spend quality time with the Gems here and his sadness that they keep leaving him alone doesn't just exist within a vacuum. He spends the whole morning watching them shuffle in and out of the temple, or come back from missions he wasn't invited on, and with the disastrous result of the LAST mission he went on probably fresh in his mind it's not hard to understand why this bothers him.

Foundational Trauma #4: Steven internalizes that the price of "not being useful" is that the Gems actively ignore him, meaning that the only way to guarantee their attention is to work as hard as he can to become a stronger member of the team.

I know this screenshot is usually used as a lighthearted meme, but I wanted to include it because I think it's a good example of how Steven's intense desire to impress permeates every facet of his personality at times. Just LOOK at how desperate he is to make Garnet laugh at his joke, to be the one that's at very least "fun to have around," as Amethyst put it in episode one.

The Gems do eventually drop what they're doing to spend time with Steven by the conclusion of this episode, but this only comes after Steven shows his growing strength and "proves" himself by saving their butts from the breakfast monster.

If he successfully gained their attention in literally any other way he might've come away from this episode with a different lesson, but no. Instead, his fears were proven true- the Gems value strength and utility, and if he's not exhibiting that, then what use is he to them?

These fears of his can be seen weaving throughout the foundational fabric of the entire show, but I think Steven lays out what he sees as his "stakes" in the clearest way possible in the episode 'An Indirect Kiss.'

"But- if I don't have powers, then I can't hang out with Amethyst, or Garnet, o-or Pearl, and- I-I can't go on missions!"

And these same insecurities even rear their ugly head as late as the movie.

"I can't believe this... for the first time in years, everyone's in danger, everybody needs me, and- I'm useless!"

Powers = Utility = Worth = Other's love, for Steven. Everything is transactional to the end, which is a hilarious double standard he's set for himself when he's made his reputation as the kid who always listens and encourages and gives others a chance to change, no matter their messy history with him.

So let's recap and restate those foundational traumas from Steven's perspective.

One: The only way to cope when your life is constantly under threat is to bury the damage and pretend to be fine.

Two: Everyone expects you to live up to the standards of someone you're not.

Three: The Gems only love you when you're of use to them.

Four: If you ever stop being useful, the Gems won't want anything more to do with you.

In sum, Steven's habit of burying his feelings for the benefit of others was there from the very beginning, not just since 'The Test.'

Those unreachable standards he felt so daunted and intimidated by all his life were the ones set by Rose, at first... but over the course of the series, the dynamic of this shifted. As Rose's influence fell into the background, Steven's rose into the front. And so it's with great irony that- by the time of Steven Universe: Future, the expectations this exhausted, worn down teenager is fighting to once again achieve are the ones HE set for himself. Many of young Steven's selfless actions during the war are quite admirable when analyzed in isolation, but almost none of them are sustainable. He set himself on fire just to save the world, but teen Steven is genuinely unable to see this for what it is yet- as a tragic sacrifice of his own childhood. You can't burn your own ends for others forever, not at all. His breakdown was simply inevitable.

When it comes to the interconnected beliefs three and four, these are exactly why the ultimate confrontation at the end of I Am My Monster HAD to be one fueled by selfless love. Steven is at his absolute lowest at this point- he's everything he fears he's become, trapped in a form that's nearly incapable of reason. He's big and angry and spiky because that's a part of the facade- because a part of him WANTS to scare the Gems away, wants to be left alone forever, believing this the fate he deserves as price for his misdeeds.

In this form, by his own definitions he is NOT useful to the Crystal Gems at all.

But they don't care.

Because it never WAS about Steven's 'usefulness' to them, they simply love him for being Steven.

With this in mind, the conclusion of Steven Universe: Future wasn't just a salve to teen Steven's immediate struggles, it was a salve to the foundational insecurities that have been plaguing him his entire life.

And hopefully... from this point on... his family's shows of love and encouragement will be enough to finally convince Steven that he's more than worth their time...

No matter what path the future leads him on, and no matter what form he takes.

#su #su future #steven universe #su meta #my post stuff

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Hi! Would it be possible to see the party or the older group see Steve’s father first hand? Like realizing that Steve’s been abused and learning how much shit he goes through on the daily with them and then his family?

This one was so difficult emotionally. I leaned real heavy into the emotional and verbal abuse (the use of a slur does happen), briefly mentioned some past physical abuse, but then the rest was just some supportive Eddie, supportive Robin, supportive kids, and I threw in some supportive Wayne because I can't resist. I hope the soft supportive stuff makes up for what I put Steve through at the beginning! - Mickala ❤️

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It was supposed to be the first movie night with all of them together post-Vecna, post-Eddie and Max getting out of the hospital, post-almost losing everything.

It was supposed to be relaxing and fun.

It was not.

Just when they all settled with their snacks and drinks, the movie’s opening credits rolling, a car pulled into the driveway.

Steve did a quick headcount of everyone present, wondering if somehow someone was running late.

But everyone was here.

“Why is every light in the house on?” He heard his dad’s voice ask outside the front door.

Shit.

Everyone looked at Steve, eyes wide, but frozen in place, no idea what to do.

Well, he didn’t know what to do either.

Last time he saw his dad was his high school graduation, and that hadn’t ended well. They’d only spoken on the phone twice since then: once when he told him about the mall fire and once about the pool cleaner going out of business.

Before he could think of what to do or say, his dad was walking into the living room.

That was the same scowl Steve got when he didn’t get into college.

Oh boy.

“Steven. Care to explain why I have a house full of children and teenagers?”

He didn’t know what came over him; Maybe it was just a false bravado put on because he knew his dad wouldn’t do anything to him in front of all these people or maybe he just had a thoughtless reaction.

“They’re all teenagers actually. We’re having movie night.”

His dad’s face went nearly purple with rage.

Not just anger. Pure, unfiltered, and completely undeserved rage.

Eddie spoke up first, thankfully distracting the kids from the explosion that was probably about to occur.

“It’s been so nice of Steve to open up his home to kids who needed a place to go to stay out of trouble. After the quake, it’s been difficult, you know?”

How he managed to say any of that with a straight face, Steve didn’t know.

But he was grateful.

His dad looked around at the mix of kids.

To an outsider, their group definitely didn’t make sense.

To his dad, he’d see a bunch of kids he didn’t know suddenly aware of where all of his valuables in his house were.

“And you are?”

Richard Harrington’s scowl had lessened slightly, but disgust started taking over as he looked at Eddie.

“Oh! I’m Eddie Munson. Yes, related to that Munson, but only by blood.”

Eddie was confident, calm, not backing down even a little as Richard’s eyes squinted at him, judgment clear as day on his face.

“Steven, I need to speak with you alone.”

His dad didn’t give him a chance to respond before he was walking out of the room towards the kitchen.

Everyone was looking at Steve, he could feel their looks burning the back of his and side of his face. Eddie and Robin were closest to him, so he could see out of the corner of his eyes their panic at the situation.

Steve got up and walked to the kitchen, no one trying to stop him because no one knew what his father was capable of.

He never let them know what his father was capable of.

When he got to the kitchen, his father was sipping a glass of water, his stance more relaxed but still too stiff to be considered casual.

“Where’s mom?” Steve asked hesitantly, quietly, the way he’d been taught from a young age to approach his dad.

“She’s with friends in Jamaica. We’ll be meeting up in New York in two days. Care to explain what the hell is going on?”

Steve gulped.

He wasn’t yelling yet, but he wasn’t whispering either. He knew the group of kids in the other room would be listening to every single movement and breath in here, ready to burst in if needed.

“It’s like Eddie said, they just need somewhere to hang out and I have plenty of space-“

“You? You have plenty of space? Since when do you pay the bills here? Since when is the mortgage in your name?”

His dad was good at the false calm, the even tone, the emotionless face.

Until he wasn’t.

“Sorry. I’ll take them home.”

Steve bit his lip. It’s been a while since he had to deal with his father like this, and the tears he normally could hold back until he was in his room were threatening to fall already.

“You drive them around, too? Do you feed them? Take them to appointments? What don’t you do for them? And that Eddie guy, you know his dad’s been in prison for six years for drug trafficking and grand theft auto? You want someone like that in my house?” His dad set his water down on the counter next to him. “That girl. Is she your girlfriend? Who are her parents? I don’t think I’ve seen her before. You know what we’ve told you about setting the right future with the right woman. If we don’t know her parents, then she can’t be the right one.”

Steve could do this. He could just let his dad get it all out and then get everyone to leave and hide in his room.

Maybe it wouldn’t even be a problem tomorrow, forgotten like he always was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I supposed to read your mind?”

Steve cleared his throat, hoping his voice would come out strong and confident.

“I’m their babysitter, so I take care of them when they need it and sometimes that means driving them places. Robin isn’t my girlfriend, she’s just a friend.”

He couldn’t talk about Eddie, and he hoped his dad didn’t push it.

But his dad always pushed it.

“Eddie Munson is not to come into this house again. I’m calling to get the locks changed tomorrow and contacting the neighbors to tell them to call my secretary if they see his van.”

“Dad, wait-“

“Are you arguing with me?”

His face had gone red, and Steve knew he was only reigning it in because of the people in the living room.

He knew when they left, he’d wish he left too.

“No, sir. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t really sound like you mean it. You know, I was hoping that you would have reapplied to colleges for next year by now. I thought surely having a job and focusing on your future would set you on the right path. That maybe you and Nancy Wheeler would work it out by the time she graduated. Clearly, I should’ve been requiring updates more often. Adulthood isn’t about babysitting, Steven. And it’s certainly not about entertaining friends unless you plan on making a business deal.”

Steve was used to the spiel.

This job is temporary. You have to go to college. You will work for me. You will make our name proud. Blah, blah, blah.

But that’s never been what he wants. He knows his dad knows that, probably gave up hope when he was in high school anyway, but wouldn’t let it go. The opportunity to degrade him would always be the most important thing.

“It’s been a really busy month.”

“Oh has it? Please explain how you’ve had a busy month.”

He crossed his arms and waited for Steve to start talking.

Steve knew he’d already lost.

He’d never won before, so it shouldn’t be as disappointing as it is.

“Just with the quake and everything.”

“The house is fine. This whole neighborhood is fine. There’s plenty of places still open for work. I’m not sure why you think that’s an excuse.”

“I was dealing with some injuries and helping a few of the people out there with theirs.”

“So you got paid for being a nurse?”

“No. I didn’t get paid, I just helped.”

Steve was met with silence. Silence was almost worse than yelling.

“And you expect me to take you seriously as someone who is jobless, not going to college, and is helping people for free?”

Steve didn’t know what to say. If he said yes, his father would do that laugh that he did when he couldn’t believe how stupid Steve was and then yell and who knows what else. If he said no, he would go straight to yelling about how Steve can’t be taken seriously if he doesn’t even take himself seriously.

He heard some movement in the other room, whispering, then the front door opening.

Good. If they were gone, Steve wouldn’t have to be embarrassed or ashamed of what his dad would say or do.

The front door closed and Steve’s shoulders dropped. He wasn’t relaxed, but he was settling into what he knew was coming in, preparing for the verbal beatdown followed by whatever physical blow his father thought was appropriate for him.

“Don’t even want to explain yourself? Not even try?” Richard let out a small huff. “You know, I told your mom that you must be working so much, and that’s why you never answered the phone when we called. I stuck up for you, even though a small part of my brain kept saying that I shouldn’t. You’ve never impressed me before, why would you start now?”

Steve looked down at the floor, knowing he would only get away with it for a few more seconds at this rate.

“And then I even started mentioning to my buddies that you must be putting in so much effort with college applications, giving them an honest go so you could follow your girlfriend wherever she goes. But that just wouldn’t happen, would it? Nancy will go to an Ivy League school, make a name for herself, impress the world. And what will you do, Steven? You can’t even impress me.”

“You know, I’m used to shitty parenting. I had a mom who thought drugs were more important than me and a dad who spent more time in a jail cell than with me. But you’re real special, Richard.”

Eddie walked into the kitchen, face red with an anger that looked like it could match Steve’s dad.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. You haven’t spent more than a few hours with your kid since he was probably in diapers, and even the time you do spend with him is probably just you letting him know how disappointed you are that he isn’t the smartest person alive.”

“You have no right-”

“Oh, I do, though. See, Steve is the reason I’m even alive. And while you may think that’s not a gift, maybe you even think the world would be better off without me, a whole lot of people are glad I’m still around, including Steve. In fact, pretty sure most of the kids you saw in that living room before wouldn’t be alive without him. Robin sure wouldn’t be. You only put value in what Steve can do to make you look better and how much earning potential he has, and forget that his value comes from the fact that he cares so deeply about all of us and does whatever it takes for us to be safe and happy.”

“I don’t see how that is a benefit to me or to him in the long run, and I’d appreciate if you watch your-”

“It is truly amazing how Steve turned out the way he did when you so clearly couldn’t be bothered being a parent.” Eddie shook his head. “Actually, I take that back. It’s clearly in large part because you didn’t bother trying that he managed to turn out okay.”

“Eds,” Steve started, holding a hand out to him to try to get him to stop.

Richard was starting to get the purple color to his face that meant he would be completely losing it soon.

“No, Steve. Let him take it out on me. If he wants to be mad, he can be mad at me. I don’t give a shit what he thinks about me. I don’t give a shit what he says to me. I don’t give a shit if he wants to hit me. Go ahead and do it, Richard. Take out your anger about being a shitty human and having a shitty marriage and shitty job on me instead of Steve for once.”

Eddie moved in front of Steve, head held high like he was proud to be there.

Like he would always stand in front of Steve if he let him.

Steve didn’t want to let him, though. Not after all he did to keep him safe and alive.

Steve’s first ever concussion didn’t come from an accident, or an alternate dimension creature. It came from his dad hitting just a bit too hard, aiming just right over his ear. His ear didn’t stop ringing for days, and he had his first real migraine for more than 24 hours.

No one knew that and he wanted to keep it that way, but he needed Eddie to understand he couldn’t put himself in the line of fire here.

“Eddie, please.”

Then Richard laughed.

Steve hated his laugh.

“I see now. I can’t believe you’ve found a new way to let me down, but you did it. I’m almost impressed, Steven.”

Steve glanced between Eddie’s face and his dad’s.

Something had shifted and Steve didn’t know what.

“You know I didn’t believe the rumors about you being a fag, just thought you were weird and a nobody and people were spewing extra bullshit because they didn’t like you. Now I see they were right,” Richard practically spit the last words.

Steve could see Eddie shaking in front of him, but he didn’t back down. He didn’t run.

“And you went and fell in love with my idiot son. Steve, did he turn you into one too?”

“Steve, you don’t have to answer anything,” Eddie said without turning to him.

Steve’s brain was going about 100 miles per hour.

He knew Eddie liked men. They’d talked about it when he accidentally came out when he was high on morphine in the hospital. He even offered to drive him and Robin to a place in Indy where they might actually meet someone.

He turned it down then and they barely spoke about it since.

He watched as Eddie’s entire body tensed, like he expected Steve to hit him.

Then the other part registered. The part where his dad said Eddie fell in love with Steve.

Steve laughed.

Eddie flinched.

Steve stopped laughing.

“This is gold. You didn’t even know, did you Steven?”

For the first time, Eddie was looking down at the floor, his hair falling in front of him to hide his face.

Steve wasn’t having it, not now, not from his dad, not because of something like this. Even if it was true…well, if it was true, then Eddie didn’t deserve it coming out like this.

“You know what? You’ve spent my entire life telling me who I should be. You worked so hard to mold me into a person as miserable as you. You almost succeeded. Luckily, I met people who made me want to be better, who made me better. Eddie is one of those people. He says I saved him, but he saved me first. He only needed saving because he wanted me to live. You didn’t even bother to come home to make sure I was okay after the quake.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. You’re a grown man. We would have been called if you were in the hospital.”

“No you wouldn’t. You haven’t been my emergency contact in three years.”

His dad went pale at that.

“What do you mean? Who else?”

“Joyce Byers was, and then since last summer, it’s been Robin. They actually would come if I needed them.”

Eddie seemed to regain some of his composure, looking up at Richard with disdain.

“Kind of crazy how your son has so many people who love him for who he is and you can’t even be bothered to show up when he almost dies.” Eddie turned to Steve with a small, sad smile. “C’mon. Robin took the kids home in my van and I need a ride.”

“Steven, if you walk out the door, you better understand you won’t be welcome back here. Not with the disrespect you’ve shown me.”

“And the disrespect you’ve shown me? Eddie? My friends? What about that?”

Richard was silent, his teeth gritting together as he seethed to himself instead of out loud for once.

“Stevie, go grab some stuff from your room just in case, okay? I’ll wait here,” Eddie whispered.

“Eds, it’s fine. I won’t leave you alone with him,” Steve whispered back.

“I’m fine, Stevie. You can stay with me and Wayne tonight.”

Steve decided now wasn’t the time to talk, not while his father could hear.

He pulled Eddie along with him up the stairs, not giving him or his dad a chance to say anything else.

He grabbed the bag he kept under his bed for this kind of situation, already full of his savings, two sets of clothes, and important papers his dad probably didn’t even know he kept copies of: his birth certificate and social security card, the registration for the car showing it was in Steve’s own name, and the official copies of his trust fund documents.

He didn’t even know if Eddie had tried speaking to him again since coming in the room, he was too focused on getting out of there.

He thought about what he would do if his dad changed the locks before he could come back to get the rest of his stuff, which was likely.

He could find new clothes, he could replace his shampoo, but he glanced at his desk, where he kept pictures on a corkboard.

“Can you grab that board?”

Eddie looked over where Steve was staring and quickly grabbed it off the hooks on the wall.

“Thanks.”

“Anything you need.”

Steve tried not to think about it. He really did.

So he rushed back out of his room, down the stairs, and to the front door, Eddie close on his heels.

He got in his car, didn’t even stop to think about this being the last time he may be here.

Once Eddie closed the passenger door, he was backing out of the driveway and continuing out of the neighborhood.

They rode in silence for a couple miles, until Steve’s hands started shaking and Eddie told him to pull over.

“I’m gonna drive, okay? Robin’s probably waiting at mine already.”

Steve couldn’t argue, he knew he was too emotional to be behind the wheel. He may have only had a few more miles to go, but anything could happen if he wasn’t focused.

He zoned out on the rest of the drive. Eddie could have been trying to talk, but he didn’t hear it. The radio may have been on, but he didn’t hear it.

He didn’t even notice when they arrived at Eddie’s trailer until his door was opening and Robin was there, hands on his arms and rambling nervously.

“Oh my God, did he hurt you? I will go back there right now if you have so much as a hair out of place. He is such an asshole. Seriously, who does he think he is talking to you like that? Does he always say that kinda stuff? You need to get out of there. You can sleep in my attic or something, we’ll figure it out. I-”

“Robin, give him some air,” Eddie said softly, pulling her away from him and leaning down so he was face to face with Steve. “Stevie, do you wanna go inside? I’ll take Robin home and you can get settled.”

“Wait. He’s staying here tonight? Is he gonna live here now?” Robin was asking, pacing behind Eddie.

“He’s staying here tonight and maybe longer. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow. For now, he just needs to get inside and rest, okay?”

“Did he hurt him?”

“No, Robbie. He didn’t put his hands on him.”

“But he hurt him.”

Eddie sighed and nodded.

Steve looked at him, then at her, giving them both a small smile.

“I’m okay guys. I can drive Robin home. Maybe get a motel for the week.”

“Steve.”

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

Eddie put his hand on his knee, squeezing gently.

“You’re not fine. You can stay with me tonight and we can figure it out more tomorrow, okay?”

Steve knew he wasn’t going to win. They’d take his keys and carry him into Eddie’s trailer. They would make all the kids come over to make sure he wouldn’t leave.

He loved them for it.

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said with relief. “Alright, Robbie. Get in the van, I’ve got a date with my couch tonight I just can’t miss.”

Robin rolled her eyes, but Steve was already zoning out again.

“Stevie? Wayne’s up, I see the light on. He can help you get settled.”

“He won’t be upset?”

Eddie’s face fell.

“No, swe-” Eddie cleared his throat. “He won’t be upset. He’ll be happy to have someone other than me to talk to.”

Steve nodded once, grabbed his bag from the floor by his feet, and got out of his car.

He could feel Robin and Eddie staring as he made his way into the trailer, heard their muttering, but not quite what they were muttering.

Being inside the trailer felt different, better. It felt like a home. Wayne had worked hard on making it cozy the moment the government had it brought here to replace their old one.

But Steve realized even without a lot of things, it still felt lived in.

He could feel how much love was in these walls, how safe he felt just standing in the living room.

“Eddie, that you?” Wayne called from the bathroom down the hall.

“No, sir, it’s Steve!”

“Steve!” Wayne came around the corner with a towel around his neck, shaving cream on his face. “Didn’t expect you. Thought it was movie night tonight.”

“Um. It was. I’m staying here tonight if that’s okay,” Steve said, looking down at the floor and kicking one foot against the carpet.

He could feel Wayne staring at him, but he didn’t think he had the strength to see him turn him away.

“Of course it’s okay. You’re welcome anytime, you know that.”

Steve nodded.

“You know where Eddie’s room is, go ahead and set your stuff in there. I’ll finish up and then grab you something to drink. Want a snack?”

“Oh. Um. No thank you. I’m pretty tired, so I think I might just go to bed.”

“You sure, kid?”

“Mhm. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

Wayne was coming closer, he could see his feet shuffling against the carpet.

A hand was suddenly on Steve’s shoulder.

“Son, I don’t know what’s goin’ on, but I know I ain’t lettin’ you leave here tomorrow without talkin’ first. You ain’t botherin’ me if you need to stay here for a bit. We don’t have much, but we can figure it out.”

Steve sniffled. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t.

“Steve. Can I…shit, hold on. I got stuff on my face. Don’t move!”

Steve waited for Wayne to go back to the bathroom. He heard the sink turn on and Wayne grumbled something about how long it takes to get hot water in this dump. He let himself smile, mostly because Eddie had done the same thing when he was having to take careful showers while he was still healing. Wayne was walking back out of the bathroom, using the towel around his neck to pat his face dry.

“Can I hug you, kid?”

Steve just stared at him.

“Steve? You can say no. Just seemed like you might need one.”

He did need one.

Before he comprehended what he was doing, he fell into Wayne’s arms and let out a sob.

“It’s alright, son. It’s gonna be alright. We’ve got ya. Whatever it is, you’re safe here.”

His words just made Steve sob harder.

But Wayne gripped him harder, not even giving him the chance to think he was letting him go.

They stood like that for a while, probably too long, but Steve couldn’t pull away.

He heard the front door open and then Eddie asking something.

“Just needed to cry it out a little. You alright, Steve?”

Steve sniffed, pulling away so he could look at Eddie.

Eddie was watching him, concerned eyes watery with unshed tears.

“Stevie? Have you been crying the whole time?”

“No,” Steve said, his voice barely able to choke out a response.

“How about you boys head on to bed? I’m gonna be watchin’ my shows for a bit if you need me.”

“Alright, love you,” Eddie said, not taking his eyes off of Steve.

“Love ya both,” Wayne said.

Steve was at least able to hold himself together until he made it to Eddie’s room.

Then, he let go.

He let himself fall to his knees, let himself fall apart, for probably the first time ever.

He didn’t think about what Eddie would do or what Eddie would say or even what Eddie would think.

He just let himself feel the overwhelming sadness that comes from not being loved by a parent.

“Sweetheart, come here,” Eddie said into his ear as he pulled him to his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. Let it out. You’ve held it in too long.”

He had. God, he really had.

For years, he just pretended his dad was an asshole who didn’t come home often and had high expectations. He pretended his mom was just an important part of his business and that’s why she never bothered to stay home with him.

But for years, he knew that his parents just didn’t like him. They were disappointed in him as a son, and as a person.

He cried for the ten year old version of him who didn’t realize it would be his last birthday with his parents at home. He cried for the 12 year old version of him who had to forge a signature on his field trip form because his parents hadn’t been home in a month. He cried for the 16 year old version of him who was old enough not to need his parents most of the time but not old enough to be completely alone after his world turned upside down.

He cried for the version of him who couldn’t understand how so many people put their lives on the line for him, but his own parents couldn’t even call.

He cried because he knew that he would never be loved or accepted by his parents the way Wayne had just wholeheartedly accepted him, no questions asked.

“Stevie, you gotta take a few deep breaths, okay. In and out. Wanna try it with me?”

Steve felt the rumble of Eddie’s voice in his chest against his ear, felt him take a deep breath and tried to copy him, but his chest hurt and he couldn’t.

“Try again.”

So he did. And then again.

By the fourth time, it was easier. His lungs filled all the way, and he slowly let the air out. His face was wet, Eddie’s shirt was wet. He could feel snot dripping from his nose.

He knew Eddie didn’t sign up for this when he offered his place for the night.

He started to pull away, furiously wiping his eyes and face the best he could.

“Sorry. I’ll uh. I can go.”

“Steve,” Eddie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back so his back was against Eddie’s chest. “I want you to stay, okay? I need you to stay. I’ll feel better if you stay.”

Steve relaxed against Eddie’s body, the comfort too nice to give up at the moment.

They stayed like that for a while, Eddie’s fingers tracing shapes against Steve’s arms.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“Was he right?”

“About what?”

“You being in love with me?”

Eddie’s fingers stopped tracing for a moment, but then started back up. He could hear Eddie’s heartbeat quicken behind him.

“Would it be bad if he was right?”

Eddie sounded like he was going to cry now.

“No. It wouldn’t be bad at all.”

Steve knew he was emotional, and maybe now wasn’t the time to have this talk. Maybe they wouldn’t even have the whole talk they should have. But he knew that he wanted to tell Eddie what he’d been thinking about for, truly, weeks now.

“You remember in the hospital when you were high on morphine and you kept touching my cheek and telling me that you wanted to kiss the freckle that was right where I should have a dimple?”

“I don’t and I wish you didn’t.”

Steve let out a snort.

“Well, I couldn’t forget about it. And not just because you also had just come out to me, or because you were alive. I just kept thinking about how much I wanted you to kiss that freckle.”

“Stevie…”

“I know you’re gonna tell me we shouldn’t do this tonight. You’re right, we shouldn’t. But I need you to know that it’s not a new thing for me, that I love you, too.”

He felt a kiss to the top of his head.

It felt like Eddie just kissed every worry, every stress, every bad part of the night away.

“You’re right about not doing anything tonight. You’ve had a lot of emotions and you need to sleep it off a bit. But I’ll be right next to you. I’m here, Stevie. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“You’ll stay here tonight?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

“Mhm. I do.”

“Let’s get comfy then.”

Steve pulled away to stand up, but Eddie held his hand so he wouldn’t stand yet.

“We’re not doing anything, but. I kinda need to kiss you. If you’re good with that,” Eddie said, eyes wide with hope.

“I’m good with that,” Steve smirked.

When Eddie leaned in to kiss him, he kept his eyes open. Only long enough to see Eddie’s close and a small smile appear on his face, but it was a moment he would never forget. The first of so many moments he would never forget.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #wayne munson #hurt/comfort #emotional and physical abuse is mentioned #emotional abuse does happen in this #everyone is very protective of steve #especially eddie #ficlet #request

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m00nsbaby · 9 months

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Glitter & crimson.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Next part.

Tags - warnings. College AU, no mentions of Jake/Steven, suggestive but not smut, cheating.

For my Pedrito Pascal / Oscar Isaac girlies I’m so sorry but Joel is indeed based on Joel Miller pre-outbreak lol.

Word count. 2.1k

Summary. "Marc is clever. One word I wouldn't like to use is manipulative, but I wouldn't be lying; he knows exactly when and how to do things.”

He knows Joel is watching, that one misplaced look and the false confidence he puts in him will be gone, so he carefully chooses his words and makes everyone else believe he would never cross the line with you.

You seemed to be in denial of the obvious, because above all the bad that could be behind that puppy face, there was the fact that he was your best friend, and you loved him, no matter if he was a good or bad person.

A talent he didn't know he had until he met your boyfriend was that of acting. Choosing which mask to wear on each occasion to his advantage.

When Joel was with you, he always kept his distance. After greeting you with a hug, you wouldn't feel Marc's hands on you again until the moment he was about to leave, giving you the most insipid hug he could manage as a way to say ‘goodbye’.

When you were alone, the story was completely different, and both, like two peas in a pod from the first time you exchanged words, spent time together as if you needed each other to breathe.

Though, for Marc, that's exactly how it felt.

The fact that Joel was older than you didn't help. Not so much older that your relationship would be something weird, rather enough for him to have slightly more adult concerns like work and taxes while you were still suffocated by university worries.

You saw each other maybe two or three times a week, but neither of you minded. (Marc didn't mind either; the farther apart he was, the better.)

"The couple of the century." Applause greeted you as both joined the party. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were just teasing, Marc, on the other hand, pretended to bow with one hand while the other rested on your lower back.

Apart from your group of friends, there were at least ten more people, nothing too wild. More like a typical party for young adults, students with enough budget to survive the next two weeks.

"Do you want something to drink?" Amidst the music and noise of the crowd, Marc had to lean in close to whisper in your ear.

His hand never left your body.

"I’ll have whatever you have." You smiled, leaning in enough for him to hear you.

You felt the stares of others fixed on you. Even at this point in your lives, you were not exempt from gossip.

And it seemed that you both were determined to feed the rumors; you, unconsciously, and Marc, enjoying pushing the narrative that you were an adorable couple without a care in the world about a guy in his 30s with a stupid job at a construction company.

When Marc returned with your drink, he sat next to you on the couch, tapped your glass before taking a sip of his, and his free hand rested on your thigh, specifically on the part where your dress didn't cover your skin.

You were used to it. To him. To his hands.

"And when will you make it official?" Someone asked, breaking the moment of intimacy between you both.

"Make what official?"

"Our thing, silly," Marc replied with a teasing smile on his lips.

"But we're not..."

"Soon," he interrupted, this time looking at the girl who had asked, someone from the classroom, one of those who said out loud how much they wanted 'a Marc in their life.'

You rolled your eyes, smiling, and quietly sipped from your glass.

You didn't question it. Little did you know that Marc took every opportunity to make you look like his to the eyes of others.

Gradually, the party started to take shape, you felt more and more crowded among the people, and the volume of the music began to rise until you couldn't continue chatting.

"Let's dance." You nodded immediately as the sofa began to fill up with strangers, and you let Marc pull your hands to get up.

"I can't stand this dress anymore." You said, adjusting the hem of it with your fingers.

"I'll help you take it off later." his lips brushed your ear as the number of people on the impromptu dance floor forced you to bump your bodies together.

"Idiot," you said, laughing, while your hands held his, and your hips began to follow the rhythm of the music slowly.

This was Marc's favorite part, even though he always ended up struggling with his tight pants for reasons beyond his control.

"Is tonight still on?" He whispered when he had you close. You were facing away from him, and your hips continued moving against your best friend's, his hands slowly traveling up and down your waist.

"When have I canceled a sleepover?" You raised your voice, looking over your shoulder at him.

Poor Marc was about to have an orgasm in the middle of his university friends, but could anyone blame him? Your body rubbed against him in that short, tight dress.

He mentally thanked the loud music for silencing his moans every time you moved to the perfect rhythm.

"I-I just wanted to be sure."

"Are you tired?" Your movements slowly stopped as you planted a kiss on his cheek. "You're sweating."

"I'm hot." It came from his throat as if someone were strangling him. He even cleared his throat. "Very."

"Let's have a drink and come back." You gave him a little push to make way for you, and he walked behind you, one hand on your hip as an excuse not to lose you among the crowd.

A sigh of relief escaped both of you when you entered the kitchen, closing the door behind you. There was no one else, and the music felt noticeably quieter.

"What do you want? I'll treat you," you joked as you looked at the grouped bottles of alcohol next to the soft drinks. You grabbed two plastic cups.

"Give me the house specialty."

"Say no more." You served two glasses of mineral water without hesitation. When Marc noticed, he couldn't help but laugh as he held his cup.

With a jump, you climbed onto the counter table, spreading your legs to make room for him. It was as if your body worked automatically when it came to Marc. Like clockwork, he settled between your legs to continue drinking from his glass.

"I can't believe I used to hate mineral water before I met you."

"It's spicy water. How could you hate it?" You tried to stifle a laugh.

He laughed with you. One of those silly laughs where the alcohol in your system speaks for you, and the dream of being with someone you love makes things twice as fun as they really are.

The laughter died down little by little, Marc rested his forehead against yours and kept his eyes closed, along with that silly smile.

"Everyone is talking about us." you whispered after a few seconds of silence.

"You're my fake girlfriend after all." you laughed again.

"You have to stop, you'll get me in trouble with Joel.” Just the mention of his name made Marc's stomach churn. He bit his lower lip to avoid saying what he really thought.

"Oh, really?" He opened his eyes again, moving his head slightly to lightly brush the tip of his nose against yours, making you smile. His fingers pressed against your thighs, and you gasped when he pulled you closer to his body with a single tug. Now you were sitting on the edge of the counter.

"Marc?" You swallowed hard when you noticed his gaze fixed on you. The playful and teasing air had suddenly vanished.

"Uh-huh?" He licked his lips, and your gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth. You had felt this kind of impulse before, but you always did your best to ignore it. Even before you met Joel.

He noticed the change in your expression and almost smiled triumphantly. After years, you were beginning to let your guard down. Without waste time; his body leaned forward, and suddenly his lips met yours. You had waited so long for this that you almost stole a moan from each other.

Marc's lips were delicious, even though it hurt you to admit it. Beyond the taste of beer and mint, you could feel him in your mouth, and that was so much more intoxicating than every drink he had prepared for you throughout the night.

It was desperate, as if he wanted to show you just how much he had desired you over the past years. You felt his tongue exploring your mouth, his teeth nibbling your lower lip, and his hands roaming from your waist to your thighs again and again.

His jeans became uncomfortable again when he managed to make you whimper against his mouth. With you on the edge of the counter, it wasn't hard for him to push his hips against you, grazing your thigh in an attempt to find some relief to his growing boner.

For a moment, he considered it might be a dream; it wouldn't be the first time he had this kind of dream about you. But his alarm always managed to bring them back to reality just as he was about to reach the best part.

Just like now.

Oh no, wait, that wasn't his alarm.

It was your ringtone.

Like a bucket of cold water, he had to snap out of it. You pulled away from him, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, and lips swollen and moist from Marc's hungry kisses.

"It's Joel." Of course, it was him. It was always him.

You didn't even give him a chance to fully react as you hastily escaped from his embrace and left the kitchen. It felt like the walls were closing in on you, and you felt suffocated.

The garden seemed like a better option.

"How's the party going?" Your boyfriend's cheerful voice on the other end of the line made your stomach churn.

As you licked your lips, you could still taste Marc.

"Amazing, love." You looked at the pair of guys lying on the grass, tipsy and probably about to fall asleep.

"Is Marc there with you? Will you both come back together?"

You swallowed hard.

"Yes, I... yes." A few seconds of silence. Joel was used to your chatty version, the one who started conversations in the worst situations.

"Oh..." More silence. "I'm glad, it's safer that way." His tone of voice indicated he was serious. Another blow to the stomach knowing the trust he placed in both of you. "Will I see you on Sunday?"

"Of course, love." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds as if trying to console yourself.

"I won't interrupt you anymore, sugar." As if sweeping away that uncomfortable atmosphere, he returned to his playful and affectionate tone, one that you rarely didn't hear. "I love you, can't wait to see you."

"I love you." You were out of breath. "See you."

You waited in the yard until Marc got tired of your absence. You didn't function well without each other, and in social situations, this was no exception. He came out silently, not asking anything, and you were grateful he didn't.

He placed his red jacket over your shoulders before taking your hand, and you didn't reject him; you never could. You intertwined your fingers together, and it was you who led him to the car.

The car that belonged to both of you, if that made any sense.

The ride back home was silent.

Despite the heaviness in your chest, you couldn't help but let things flow with Marc. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't give him the cold shoulder or ask your body to feel uncomfortable with him.

Both of you prepared to sleep in the usual way. He didn't look back as you took off your dress, and you stood side by side at the sink while brushing your teeth. He did his best to ignore that you were wearing Joel's T-shirt to sleep for days now.

With a gentle push from Marc when it was time to go to bed, you laughed a little and felt a bit more at home with his company.

You followed the routine; he opened his arms to welcome your body, and you snuggled up to him as closely as possible. The way he held you made you sigh with relief.

This was definitely your favorite place. Your home was in Marc Spector's arms.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He whispered in your ear, silently praying that his scent would linger in Joel's stupid shirt.

You nodded slowly, unable to contain your smile.

"I know, Marc." A shiver ran down his spine as he felt your breath on his neck. "I love you too."

If only you said it in the way he wished.

He fell silent when the screen of your phone lit up, partially illuminating the room. He squinted slightly and, as he identified the small heart on the contact name of the text message, he knew who it was from.

Rolling his eyes, he tightened his hold on you, eliciting a playful groan from you. He kissed your hair before snuggling with you, a smile on his face.

Was this going to become a competition? Then so be it.

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Hey idk if I'm too late to request a drabble but if i'm not could I maybe request experiencing snow for the first time with Jake? Thanks :)

First snow + Jake Lockley

"Corazón."

You glance up from your computer screen where you're sat crosslegged on the bed. Jake is peering around one of the bookcases at you, a knife speared through a wedge of apple in his hand.

Jake gestures toward the windows with the knife. "Snowing now, I think."

You gasp and scramble off the bed, snapping your laptop closed as you go. "Really? You mean it?"

There had been several false starts, weather reports that promised snow that just ended up being rain. A couple of times you've witnessed flurries but never a proper snow.

Jake chuckles, following you to the window. "Pretty sure. Looked like snow to me anyways."

You lean over the kitchen counter, peering past the frosted glass to see fat white flakes floating down.

"Jake!"

He just laughs in response, pressing his forehead against the base of your neck. "Snowing?"

"It's snowing!"

Jake doesn't respond, winding his arms around your waist, still leaning against you. You feel his lips against the top of your spine, the slow press of a reverent kiss.

Normally that would send fireworks pinwheeling through your body. Today, you can only focus on the snow drifting down outside, gradually blotting out the rest of the street.

"Y'know," Jake says. "You don't gotta stand here and look at it. We can go outside, amor."

You’re spinning away from Jake before he’s even finished speaking, tripping over yourself to get to your shoes by the front door.

Jake is laughing at you. Still, he holds your hand on the elevator ride down to the street and doesn’t make fun of you too much.

You’ve never seen snow before, the climate you were from much too warm, and the year previous in London had been much too warm for snow, a disappointing gray drizzling rain and sleet peppering down instead.

Night has already fallen and the promise of snow had driven most people inside already anyways. For a moment, you stand on an almost empty street, lifting up a hand to the snow hamming down, flakes melting against your palm.

You can't help the laugh that bubbles up when it gets caught in your eyelashes. You spin, staring up at the flakes spinning through the darkness toward you.

Something warm settles across your shoulders and you turn to find Jake there, smirking at you. You hadn't realized he'd grabbed your coat for you.

"Isn't it pretty? Do you think there'll be enough for a snowman?"

"I'm not really looking at the fuckin' snow," Jake says. "And if you build a snowman in front of this door to rival the broom salesman," Jake snarks. "you might give Steven a heart attack."

You roll your eyes, "Well of course it won't be in front of the door." And then, "What are you looking at?"

"You, amor."

"Ah, the snow isn't interesting enough for you."

Jake tugs you closer by your jacket, wrapping his arms around you as the snow covers you both, so thick now his hair has become a peppered white. "No. Not with you spinnin' around out here, mi vida."

"Oh, you're such a charmer, Lockley. And a liar."

Jake wraps an arm behind your back, folding the fingers of his other hand through yours. Before you realize what's happening he's leading you around in a dance through the light dusting of snow that's already gathered.

"I would never lie to you, amor," he tilts his head close to yours, his intense gaze softened out into a warm coffee, reminiscent of Steven's lovestruck gaze. His mouth meets yours, tongue slipping between your lips when you press forward a second time. "You're the only thing I see out here."

You grin against his mouth and nudge your nose against his.

"How's this for s first snow?"

"It's perfect and you know it, Jake."

"New tradition. Dance in the first snow."

It pools warmth in your belly, because Jake's planning on you being around for years to come.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you

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amnesique · 10 months

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masterlist

❤️‍🔥 — smut, 💌 — fluff, 🥀 — angst

(some of them are from my old acc)

TSITP

☆ conrad fisher:

emails i can't send — 🥀, 💌

all too well — 🥀, 💌

i'm right here — 🥀, 💌

you found me — 💌

what'll you give me if i do? — ❤️‍🔥, 💌

can't fight this feeling — 🥀, 💌

efflorescence — 💌

false god — ❤️‍🔥, 💌

☆ steven conklin:

...

OBX

☆ jj maybank:

right where you left me, part 1 — 🥀

right where you left me, part 2 — 🥀, 💌

if i killed someone for you — 🥀

CULPA MIA

☆ nicholas 'nick' leister:

bad liar — ❤️‍🔥

stupidly in love — 💌

oh, mami — ❤️‍🔥

i'll always love you — 💌

hate it and love it at the same time — 🥀

the way i am — 🥀, ❤️‍🔥, 💌

☆ charles leclerc:

WEDNESDAY

☆ lando norris:

☆ tyler galpin:

escapism. — ❤️‍🔥

jealous, jealous, jealous boy — 🥀

do i wanna know? — 🥀, ❤️‍🔥

bonus

(i won't write for them anymore)

☆ amy march & laurie laurence (little women):

she's not you — 🥀

☆ lucy carlyle & anthony lockwood (lockwood & co):

i didn't know — 💌

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chicohungers24-7 · 29 days

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Some parallels between Spinel and Nine (in no particular order)

(forgive me I haven't seen the movie in a while)

1. Have a less jaded version of themself that they believe the protagonist prefers

Mostly self explanatory. Spinel outright states that she thinks Steven prefers the older her that's "innocent, loving," and "stupid." We know this isn't the case because Steven is repeatedly shown to be uncomfortable around her because he's focused on fixing his friends and preventing the planet earth from. Dying. (I'm not condemning Steven here. This entire plot point spawns from the misunderstanding)

With Sonic and Nine, it's a bit more complicated. Sonic repeatedly calls Nine "Tails" (or "Tails Nine" to Thorn Rose) but also tells Shadow that Nine is real and is offended on his belief when Shadow says that none of the shattered versions are real. But Nine doesn't see Sonic come to his defense and only sees the slip ups. So when he finally sees the ghost hill version of Tails, with his one repeat line that reeks of endless optimism, Nine rejects any similarities they may have.

2. Idolize the protagonist

Steven is kind of set up from the start with him being Spinel's diamond. After he uses the rejuvenator on her, she is programmed to put him on a pedestal. Spinel is only Pink Diamond's plaything, after all. But after Drift Away and Found, the present Spinel falsely believes that Steven is the person that will help her recover from her abandonment when Steven was speaking generally that someone will help her.

While it takes some time for Nine to warm up to Sonic, all it took was Sonic being the first person to kind towards Nine for him to become loyal to Sonic (it also helps that Sonic used his "last words" in S1E2 to address Nine). He pretends to be bitter when coming back to Sonic leads to him being captured by the Chaos Council, but he still expresses his support for Sonic, Insisting that anything the council throws at him will not be enough. Nine risks it all to play prisoner and watch as most of the shards end up in the council's hands just so he has the chance to create the perfect world for him and Sonic and it's not until the very last second that he realizes that Sonic's goal and priority is not the Grim. It's getting back to Tails (and the others!)

3. The protagonist breaks this view and it leads to conflict

This actually is the point that made me think of making a whole post out of this. "Well what now? I did what you wanted, that's it?" vs "What did you think would happen to me when you brought your friends back?"

They both have to fix something for the heroes. For Spinel, it's removing the injector and for Nine it's putting the shards back together. But once that is done, they realize that they don't have the same goal in mind as the hero.

I find it interesting that Steven wants to go back to his happy ending and that ending does not include Spinel, which is what causes her to spiral. This contrasts Sonic's hope that he can bring back Green Hill as well as keep being friends with Nine, but Nine is the one the says that can't happen. They can't have Green Hill and the Grim at the same time.

4. World Ending Giant Crystal Tower

Okay the Citadel technically isn't the thing ending the world like how the injector is (not to mention Nine isn't ending the world he's ending the multiverse), but it is the center piece of the entire idea.

They both use their towers to stand above the hero(es) and the fighting that takes place on the top are the most important. It's where Spinel has her final breakdown and where Nine becomes his most murderous.

Most notably between the two, is that damaging the tower is when the deescalation of the conflict begins. Spinel destroys the injector during her breakdown and they break through Nine's Citadel to get into his lab, where he realizes just how far he's pushed everything.

5. They just wanted to be friends

Not a lot of words for this one. Spinel says it herself and while Nine doesn't have to say it, we already know it's true. He wanted Sonic to be in the Grim with him.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#sonic prime #tails nine #nine the fox #steven universe #steven universe movie #sth #su #spinel #Chico Chatters #I'm not a steven universe blog please have mercy LOL

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bostrichidae · 9 months

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attention steven universe tumblr, i had a thought

took a shower and now my head is occupied with this concept.

so we know that pearls are personalized for one specific gem and they typically conform to that gem when they first form. this also applies to when they're rejuvenated (keep that in mind!). but i noticed something about the diamond's pearls.

notice the similarities in posing, appearance, and presentation, but most importantly, in gem placement.

this particularly drew my attention because. the diamonds' pearls are seemingly made to be very similar to their "owners". it only makes sense that this would apply to their gem placement as well.

this also applies to pink diamond and volleyball (og pink pearl) as seen below

they both have naval gems and upbeat personalities. but of course, volleyball became white diamond's pearl after that whole incident slash debacle slash problem slash whatever you like to call it. but.

did white diamond have a pearl previously?

and if so, what happened to her?

well,

what pearl with a white gem do we know very well? one with her pearl on her forehead? one who was given to pink after her original pearl was taken by white?

that's right.

the main pearl, the pearl we all know and love, was white diamond's pearl before volleyball.

just think about it for a second. we know that homeworld prefers to avoid wasting pearls, and well, rejuvenation and the reef exist for a reason. when volleyball was injured and could not be healed by any means, white diamond decided it would be best if she and pink traded pearls. white ensured that either due to rejuvenation or her mind control powers that pearl would not remember ever working under her as to ensure her loyalty to pink diamond.

but since she already existed, her gem placement could not be altered. and that is what really happened with the diamond pearls. yellow and blue pearl are just vibin this whole time tbh they're just watching this go down

to add on, there was also that one side comment from peridot where she said "you're a pearl. and a rather fancy one too" (or something along those lines) implying that pearls had varying quality with the highest quality being given to the diamonds. yet another reason why they couldn't just give pink an entirely new pearl.

this theory might seem a bit outlandish, but is there really anything to prove it false?

there probably is something that i'm missing that proves me wrong but I WILL STAND BY THIS THEORY.

edit: i see people pointing out that this is a common theory and that it is accepted as canon, and i would just like to state that i had no fucking clue because i've never seen anyone discuss it (then again, i'm not very deep into the world of su theories). just wanted to say that (and i'm not mad or anything)

#steven universe #diamond authority #pearls #su theory #please help me i am going insane #how did i never realize this before and also why don't people talk about it more #like it makes so much sense #i am writing this at 2 am #pink pearl #white diamond #pink diamond #holy shit

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thisisarcanereverie · 2 years

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Can I request NSFW 1 & ❤ with Jake Lockley?

P.S. I love your Moon Knight Fic!!

Against the Wall (Jake Lockely (Main) x Reader) SMUT

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, semi public sex?, quickie, pussy slapping, jealous Jake Lockely (he is a goddamn warning), semi Mirror kink, possessive, Jake talks spanish and only spanish during sex, little to no plot, dom Jake, Jake talking to Steven and Marc during sex, google translate since I'm not fluent in Spanish.

“Jake!” you whisper scolded him as you felt your boyfriend's hands wander sneakily over the curves and contours of your body. To anyone else it would simply seem like stereotypical PDA, but you knew Jake. And the false innocent look in his eyes while his lips turned upward to his signature devilish grin only confirmed your suspicions. You looked over the counter to where your friends were chatting with each other, in their own little world. Completely unaware of your boyfriend’s movements becoming increasingly bolder.

“Si Mami,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

“I know what your doing,”

“Hmm,” he hummed as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear as he took in a deep breath, savoring the fresh scent of your conditioner, “and what is it that I am doing?”

“You're feeling to see if I’m wearing any underwear.” You bluntly stated quietly, you could feel the vibrations of his chest against your back as you felt him laugh. As he stated plenty of times before, he didn’t love you for your subtly.

“And?”

“And what?” you asked before stifling a small squeak that let out as you felt him give your ass a pinch.

“And you’re not.”

Heat traveled to your face as you began to stutter. The truth was, it was laundry day and since the man behind you has little to no regard for your underwear and views them as a hindrance, most of them were in tatters from being ripped off of you, the rest were in your hamper. His large hands worshiped you, hidden from everyone's view. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as wetness pools in between your legs as his fingers brushed over where you needed him most. Just as you were about to suggest a quickie in the bathroom your redheaded friend Liz called you over to rejoin your group. You tried to smile at her as you felt Jake's forehead fall to your shoulder in frustration. Reluctantly, you break out of his hold with a drink in hand. You tried to ignore the need building in you as you sat casually on your couch, adjusting your sundress in the process.

“You won’t believe who Chrissy ran into the other day!” Liz excitedly said, practically bouncing up and down on the couch. You looked over at the dark haired woman across from you.

“I saw Laurent.”

“Laurent,” you said astonished, “you mean Laurent LeClaire?” She nods in confirmation, “I thought he was all the way in Paris?”

“We talked a bit, apparently he’s here for business one of his artworks is being auctioned off at this big shot charity gala.” Chrissy said with a cheeky look in her eye, “he asked about you.”

“Oh?” You said slightly surprised, oblivious to the man beside you looking intently between you and Chrissy. Growing more and more curious about this Laurent, that asked about you.

“Who’s Laurent?” Jake asked.

“An acquaintance,” you tried to brush off as you saw Chrissy and Liz snicker.

“I’m pretty sure ‘acquaintances’ don’t pin each other against the wall with their tongues down the others' throat.” Liz snickered, all in good fun as your face flushed as you looked over tentatively to Jake. To anyone who didn’t know him, they would think he was jealous. You, however, knew Jake Lockely. You knew from the way his eyes were darkening and watching your every move, one thick eyebrow raised, his legs spreading ever so slightly, his chest puffed out, biting the inside of his cheek, and his arm resting against the armrest of the chair adjacent to you. You knew you were in for a very long night tonight. That you should probably stretch and get drinks and snacks ready beforehand.

You were in the middle of saying a silent farewell to your pussy when you saw Jake stand up from the chair, letting out a small polite ‘excuse me’ before heading towards the bathroom. About a minute later, your phone vibrated in the pocket of the dress. You pull it out and read the message that had your legs clenching together slightly.

“Five minutes.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

Your leg bounced excitedly as you diligently watched the time go by very slowly. Honestly, only Jake (Marc & Steven) made you like this. Counting the minutes until you can slip into the bathroom for a quickie. You barely paid attention to the chatter going on around you as you covertly looked over at the clock. When five minutes passed, you tried not to seem too excited as you excused yourself.

You walked over to the bathroom and before you opened the door Jake had already opened it and pulled you in. All at once his lips were on you, leaving wet kisses down your jaw and groping you through the material of your dress. You let out a small moan before putting your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. Something Jake did not appreciate, he moved you over to pin you to the empty wall beside the door taking both of your hands in his one and pinning it behind you as he pressed your front against the wall. You gasped at the feeling of cool tile against your bare chest and the warm feeling of Jake's chest on your back. You wiggled your hips back for some kind of friction, only for him to groan and grip your hips firmly.

“Paciencia Mami,” his hand slowly bunched the skirt of your sundress to your waist, exposing your bare ass, you heard him suck in a breath as his hand kneaded the soft flesh, “Manifica, mirate buena para mi.” His hot breath tickled the back of your ear as all at once you felt him in you. You let out a loud moan as you felt yourself pleasantly stretch around him. Jake's grip on your wrists and waist becomes bruised, you were positive that they were going to leave marks later on that you would look back on and blush at while he would just look smug.

He stayed still in you for all of five seconds before pounding into you ruthlessly. You barely felt him pull out before slamming back in, the room was filled with his moans and him saying filthy things to you in Spanish. However, you could barely concentrate on what he was saying, all that you could think of was how pleasant the tenor of his voice was, how it sent shivers down your spine and need to your core. You felt your nipples perk and rub against the tile of the wall which only added to the pleasure you were feeling, the coolness of the wall and the warmth of him contrasted against each other always keeping you on the edge.

You were about to cum, the coil wound itself tightly in the pit of your stomach and you were sure they could hear you in the living room.

“Ver este,” You hear him say, you look over to where the mirror was on the opposite wall, groaning at the image of you fucked out and at his mercy; and him with his possessive demenor, the way he held you screamed that you were his. “Así es como se hace.” Before you could ask, you felt him release your hands from behind your back and pin them above you while his other hand went from your waist to rub furious circles on your clit. Your face was pressed against the wall further as tears started to prick your eyes. God you were right there, tereting on the edge of pleasure and pain as the coil in your gut was so tight, just begging to burst.

And with one harsh thrust you came undone, uncaring about the innocent guests in your living room as you screamed Jake’s name. Your heartbeat sped up as Jake continued to pound furiously into you. Giving you no reprieve as your second orgasm was already building before you recovered from the first one. You couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone a sentence as the pressure re-wound itself in your lower abdomen. “Una vez,” he moaned into your ear, “más puedes hacerlo.”

Your second orgasm came by surprise, although you could feel it building, it wasn’t until his rough and calloused hands gave your abused clitorus a light smack and ripped your release right through you. Your sudden organsm sent Jake into his own, moaning lowly as his hips stuttered as he gently fucked you both through your release. You stayed like that for a while, with him holding you up as his chest laid against your back. Trying to steady both of your breathing and calm your nerves as your limbs refused to stop trembling from the aftershock. It wasn’t until you felt your phone buzz in your dress pocket that you were brought back to reality as your eyes widened as you saw your face turn bright red. You reached into your pocket only to find messages from your friends in your group chat.

“Y’all are nastyyy - C”

“Damn, sounds like the dick is good - L”

Liz put a fainting gif at the end of her message. You groaned in embarrassment as you read their messages further teasing you, before letting you know that they had gone home to give you guys some “space” to bone further. You made a note to apologize to them later as you turned your phone off before putting it back in your pocket. By that time Jake had recovered and had set out on cleaning you up. Pulling himself out with a wet plop, and some dark perverted part of him wanted to push his cum back in as he saw it leaking out of you. But decided there would be time for that later.

What you thought that was gonna be it.

Oh hell no, he still has a few more rounds in him before he’s through with you, but first and foremost he was gonna take care of you, he was gonna clean you up, cuddle with you on the couch because he was certain your guests had left already after hearing loud moans from the bathroom, let you regain some of your energy before pounding back into you.

You shivered as you felt the warm wet rag clean up your combined juices as you turned around, massaging your sore wrists.

“So what was that all about?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath as he helped walk you over to the couch, not fully trusting your legs to carry you there.

“Just proving a point.” He said grabbing you a throw blanket.

“Oh?” You said to accept it, “and what would that be?” he leaned in close, just enough for his breath to hit your ear.

“That I am the only man allowed to pin you to a wall.” he pecked your cheek before retreating to the kitchen as you’re left there gaping like a fish. All of that because of something Chrissy said about catching you snogging against a wall with a fling. You bit back the urge to laugh as you thought about how childish your boyfriend(s) were.

And how you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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SteveTony Weekly - October 22

Hey, friends!! I hope you’re having a great week--here’s what I read this week, which is--a short list. Hopefully you find something you like--if so, please remember to comment and kudos!

~*~

you'll wait a long time by nanasekei

Steve and Tony share a moment during a wedding. Things escalate from there.

Alternatively: Four weddings, a funeral, and one very emotionally stunted idiot.

Love Handles by fohatic

Steve notices that Tony really likes to grab onto certain parts of him. He thinks it's just a sex thing, but, like most things with Tony, nothing's ever that simple.

Summer Wine by KandiSheek

Tony had mentally prepared himself for a lot of weird things that could happen on their trip to Asgard. What he wasn't prepared for was a drunk Steve Rogers crowding him against the nearest wall and kissing him within an inch of his life.

Take a Little Love Where You Can by Mireille

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab.

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab, flirting with Tony's Steve, and Tony doesn't like it.

He's going to have to do something about it.

Stranded by Neverever

Steve and Tony get stranded in Minot, North Dakota and have to share a hotel room. Tony gets bored and discovers things about Steve.

Screen Test by isozyme

Here’s the scene: Tony’s drunk in the backseat of a car, doing something he shouldn’t.

Shakedown by Sineala

The problem is, Captain America won't stop shivering.

the hope that kills you by meidui

Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice.

If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose.

Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldn’t possibly cover and whispers in his ear, “Who’s gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?”

Old Dogs And New Tricks by KandiSheek

Steve discovers the joy of his prostate during a SHIELD required medical exam. He definitely wants to find out more about it. Turns out Tony is one hell of a teacher.

Pull It Up by KandiSheek

Tony temporarily gets Reed Richards' powers. Of course he's going to use them for sex.

No Barriers To Entry by KandiSheek

Silver fox Tony is too old to always get hard when he and Steve have sex anymore. That doesn't mean he can't enjoy himself when Steve sucks him off. Especially when Steve is so obviously into it.

at his side by Areiton

He meets Steve on a Sunday, wearing his old Eagles jersey and shorts so short his Mama fusses at him, and he grins, tousled curls and a devil may care grin, bare-faced and bare foot.

“Hi,” he says, and then, like an introduction is necessary, like the whole world isn’t learning his name, he adds, “I’m Tony.”

how he got here by Areiton

Tony had said, “Do you know how pretty you look, when you’re stuffed full of my cock, Steven?”

False God by iam93percentstardust

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

The first time Steve meets him, Gillian has all sixteen dancers sitting in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal studio, where she makes them go around the room and introduce themselves. Tony is the youngest of them at nineteen, has two cats currently in his sister’s custody, and got his start in ballet before being so inspired by the 1989 tour that he cross trained just in the hopes that one day he could dance with Sharon. Steve had made a note of it in the way that he makes a note of everyone he works with, felt a little old because he had been a dancer on the 1989 tour and now this baby is saying he was inspired by them, and then gotten distracted by the next girl.

between you & me by welcoming_disaster

In which Tony solves puzzles and Steve punches a wall.

wildfires in the spring by meidui

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

(“Keep each other alive,” Colonel Fury says when Tony comes to pick Steve up.)

Role of a Lifetime by Annie D (scaramouche)

It’s been almost a year since Tony was rescued from the Ten Rings by SHIELD. In this time, Tony has forged a new path for Stark Industries and taken on a new under-the-radar role as a consultant for SHIELD. Tony’s SHIELD job eventually brings him into contact with the newest Captain America, who’s a pretty cool guy, though for security reasons Tony can’t know his real name or see his face without the Captain America mask. This is also about the time that Tony notices a certain Mr. Stevens, a new hire in SI’s corporate office...

A Just Reward by KandiSheek

Steve is sick and tired of his love life never working out. So he creates the perfect man for him, the statue of Antonio. It would be great if a man like that actually existed in real life.

Turns out there's a solution for that.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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cosmicblogs · 8 months

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I’m trying to make ideas for the next chapter of sleeping pill

Okay I got some Drabble rn

Her lips were glossed, and her chest was displayed in her hot pink dress. Her false lashes reached under her brows, and her acrylic nails clasped around his rough hand. "Steven I really like you. I know I’m not the smartest person in the world, but would you go out with me? His chest rose and fell, his eyes scanning her face for a sense of doubt, and his mouth left agape, Well?" Her lashed eyes, never leaving, his "I would love to," she closed her eyes and rose to the tip of her toes, puckering her lips, and leaning towards his face. This felt too good to be true, almost like a dream. This was a dream. His eyes fluttered open. He groaned in disappointment, covering his face with his hands. How could he be so stupid? Why would she like him? How could she like him if she ever found out about him? Watching her live streams about how he would imagine her in positions he shouldn’t or how his body would tremble after coating his hand in cum after watching a video of hers, he would be so much better. He would do so much better. He would fill his fingers in her cunt and would make her cum till she couldn’t anymore, maybe even squish. Steven grumbled, shaking his head, trying to get these thoughts out of his head. How dare he even think of you that way? You were the sweetest girl he ever laid eyes on. You were kind and a little bit of a ditz. He knew that but liked it anyway. He hated the way Donna would talk about you. "She’s a bit of a bimbo, ain’t she? She wasn’t wrong, but it was still rude.

IDK WHERE ITS GONNA GO 😭

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@chichimisaki

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#steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight fanfic #steven grant smut #steven grant x you #moon knight 2022

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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How would Moon boys calm reader down when they mad?

Welcome to "Taking care of Reader 101", please take your seats and make notes:

Marc Spector:

First of all, he needs to be sure he knows what's going on. "Hey, what's wrong?" "Nothing!" "Right, I see, you're mad"

Wise words say to release pressure, you must let if vent slowly. Marc will push you a little to the limit so you can yell and curse and punch stuff if you need to.

While you vent he just makes sure you don't hurt yourself, and won't say anything meanwhile, just observe.

Once you're done, he'll approach slowly, grab your shoulders and gently ask "Better?"

Not the best with words but does what he can. "Don't overthink it, we're gonna fix this together, okay? I'm here... if you need me, just... let me know"

Steven Grant:

Plays a little the captain obvious "Oh, are you mad?" You may think he's mocking you but it's false, he just needs to listen from your mouth how do you feel.

He makes slight comments while you vent, either following or just to let you know he's paying attention.

"Well... things can get out of control sometimes, innit? We can't wait for everything to be alright all the time, so... why don't you come here and think about something else?"

He'll caress your face and hair if you start crying. His heart hurts when you're sad and it shows. Once you're into his arms he'll act like a lovely weighted plushie for anxiety.

Gives you a lot of attention. A cup of tea, the chance to rest on the couch while he makes the house stuff, some calmed music or your favorite documentary on T.V so you can take a break and relax.

Jake Lockley:

The best medicine against anger is... hitting stuff with a cricket bat!

Yes, he'll take you to a place where you can break as much things as you want, encouraging you to yell the stuff that's bothering you meanwhile.

"Yes! "Hit it harder! Break the spine of that cabrón!" (he seems happy to see you embracing violence)

BUT sometimes, venting isn't enough. In this cases, Jake won't hesitate on teking you into his arms and hold you until you begin to cry. Then, he'll simply let you sob on his shoulder while he plays with your hair.

"Look at me, bonita... I'm here, yes? Everything's fine. No te voy a dejar sola (I won't leave you alone)" says while cupping your face before kiss you.

#moon knight headcanon #moon knight series #moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #moon boys #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #oscar isaac #marvel series

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hummingbirdspark · 4 months

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Feel free to use these ideas if you want! You do not need to credit me, but just let me know you did so I can read it.

Details for the story ideas under the cut

Kidnapped and forced to do maths

Pretty self-explanatory, they get locked in cells equipped with digital blackboards and stuff and can’t leave until they answer enough questions right. Penalties for wrong answers is death. Perhaps opportunities for teamwork?

Kipo and the age of Wonderbeasts au

Might not make sense if you haven’t seen Kipo but Carmilla uses megamute dna to try and make humans able to live on the surface, but after getting kicked out of her burrow, she has to wander the surface, looking for humans desperate enough to accept her ‘help’. I already have a bulletfic for how each of them gets found and mutated

Steven Universe au

Mechanisms as the Off-Colors. Gems thst either rebelled against or were thrown out by the diamonds. They wander the galaxy, and sometimes assist gem rebellions. The moon war was fought over earth’s moon base, between the crystal gems and those loyal to the Diamonds.

Doctor who TMA au

Jon and Jonny were brothers on Gallifrey, and while Jon excelled in timelord school and became The Archivist, Jonny was distracted by paying off his father’s debts and failed, never to receive the title of “the Captain” or 12 regenerations. He didn’t stay mortal for long, as Carmilla found him like in cannon and mechanized both of his hearts. They stole a TARDIS called Aurora and fled to the stars. Many many years later, The Archivist finds his long lost brother when taking his companions, Martin, Tim, and Sasha to the Steamworld Intergalactic Music Festival

False domestic psychological prison

An enterprising young member of an intergalactic authority comes up with a new idea for these immortal criminals’ containment: the only prison the Mechanisms can’t escape is the one they don’t know they’re in. They capture the mechanisms and through a combination of the sedative effects of the Lotus, and some memory altering microchips, they get the Mechanisms to think they are just (mostly) normal people on a normal planet. To make them less likely to escape, they gave them something they never could have had before. Jonny gets respect as the owner of a tailor shop, with workers who call him sir, and trust and obey his judgement. Brian, as a priest is listened to in all his advice and praised for his wise moral decisions. Will they realize it’s a trick? Or stay living this lie forever?

Spaceteam fic

The Aurora gets stuck in a strange wormhole (bifrost?) and she can’t operate anything but basic piloting. Suddenly strange new controls are on the bridge, as well as whole other consoles of controls. Instructions for what to do are provided on screens, but they don’t match the control each mechanism sees on their console. Luckily they’re all within shouting distance, but they will have to learn to work together… as a spaceteam. Set Sigmaclapper to 5! Soak Ferrous Holospectrum! Baste the Emergency Whittler!

Summer Camp Councilors

Human au where the mechanisms are councilors at Camp Cosmo, with wacky hijinks, camp names, and songs. Several units of cabins inspired by the 4 story albums, a great spot on a canal with sea kayaking, regular kayaking, sailing, and canoeing. A high ropes and low ropes course, an archery range, and an arts and crafts area are also present for those who aren’t water crazy. Pack up your sense of adventure and extra flashlight batteries! Hopefully the campers won’t get into any drama…

Kofi rat from Small Saga meets Marius

This is for the KofiAssam fans out there! Our very own rat-tailed rover finds themself on a massive metal god dwelling and encounters The Metal Armed God!

Marius Von Raum finds a rat wearing clothing that seems to be able to play the mandolin. Good thing he learned to speak rat when he and Toy Soldier went to that candy planet where Toy Soldier somehow became a prince…

Steam Powered Giraffe roleswap

What if Doctor Carmilla lived on earth and created nine singing automatons that could self repair?

What if Colonel P. A. Walter mechanized 6 humans with blue matter to create a force of galactic heroes, that then forgot their original names?

1920s American speakeasy

Probably heavily based on Lackadaisy. Carmilla’s Speakeasy is a great place to get illegal alcohol, and its secret entrance is inside the Cafe Aurora. The owner, Carmilla herself is illusive at best, and her seeming to only show her face at night has lead to rumors of her being a vampire or witch. Rumors that are only worsened when she gave each of her employees a strange new gift: pins, that she insists are a new part of their uniform to be worn at all times. The purpose of the pins is made clear when Jonny is shot by a rival rumrunner while on a job and comes back from the dead.

SCP contains Brian and Toy Soldier

Brian was on MJE and Toy Soldier was under direct orders from a researcher to not escape. The only question is would Doctor Bright be an expert on immortality, or would letting him know about The Mechanisms be a terrible idea?

Marius backstory oneshot based on the christmas armistice

There are many things Byron Marius expected to hear in the middle of a war. The pound of bullets, the screams of other soldiers, and crash of giant robot mechas overhead. What he didn’t expect to hear was singing.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht

That’s all, folks

I have way too many ideas.

#the mechanisms #poll #fandom polls #sparky’s polls #the mechanisms fanfic

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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wait fuck steddie as superbat works so well

i mentioned this a while back but i started thinking about it again so

first we have stevie harrington, billionaire playboy douche bag by day and batman- the allusive protector of gotham with a penchant for adopting kids- by night

then we have eddie kent, small town farm boy turned big city reporter who also happens to be the alien superhero of metropolis, superman

nancy is lois lane, joyce is alfred, wayne is pa kent, robin is diana prince (wonder woman), jonathan is jimmy olsen, hopper is jim gordon, chrissy is kara zor-el (supergirl)

the party are the batkids, doesn’t really matter who’s who (but dustin is definitely tim, max is definitely steph, and el is definitely cass)

backstory:

thomas and martha harrington are killed, leaving behind a son- steven harrington. from there the boy is raised by his maid, joyce pennyworth. over time he perfects a false persona (stevie) to hide behind, and trains to avenge his parents and his city.

eddie lands in wayne kent’s farm and is brought up in a humble life. he helps around the farm and around town, learning some basic handyman/mechanic skills. smallsville is a town where everyone knows everyone, it’s a very tight-knit community, and everyone loves wayne and eddie (eddie specifically as the charming, helpful, more honest part of himself).

when eddie moves to metropolis things are very different. because he’s a small town farm boy, his coworkers at the daily planet are condescending and oftentimes rude. that is, of course, except for jonathan byers and nancy wheeler, his closest friends. the more eddie learns about the state of metropolis and the surplus of supervillains, the more he is convinced he has to do something to help. cue superman emerging.

superman agrees to an interview with nancy, because she’s the only reporter he trusts, but it ends up backfiring because nancy almost immediately realizes it’s eddie. she swears to secrecy, but only if he lets her help, and eddie can’t really say no to her (she’s scary). she is the one who comes up with the ‘clumsy dork eddie kent’ persona, and she covers for him when he has to leave work.

we all know the media is very distrustful of superman at first, especially when they learn he is an alien, and it takes a lot of effort on nancy’s part to convince them otherwise.

anyway, flash forward a few years and eddie is assigned to interview steven harrington while attending one of his galas. eddie has heard a lot of (mostly bad) things about “stevie” harrington, so he’s not the happiest about it. only, when eddie spots him across the crowd, the man is already staring at him, assessing with a cold gaze. when their eyes meet, the brunet blinks before tilting his head a fraction, towards a hallway leading deeper into the manor. without seeing eddie’s response, he walks off in that direction.

eddie, the diligent reporter he is, immediately follows. he slips away from the crowd and into the hall, shutting the door behind him and looking around. steven harrington is leaning against the wall opposite him, eyeing him curiously. eddie almost feels pinned to spot under the other man’s gaze.

“you’re new,” he says, and it’s not really a question. eddie answers anyway.

“yes. i’m, uh, here for the daily planet actually,” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. eddie thinks this is probably the richest person he’s ever spoken to, and tries not to show it. something must give him away though, because harrington flashes a playful smirk and steps forward, into eddie’s space.

“oh, really?” he asks, saccharine-sweet, his voice dripping with honey as he readjusts eddie’s askew tie, his hands lingering on eddie’s chest. eddie swallows and wonders how he got here, breath catching as harrington cups his face with a hand and traces a thumb over his bottom lip. and then it doesn’t really matter because harrington is pushing him against the wall with a surprising amount of strength (don’t think about it don’t think about it) and kissing eddie like he’s desperate.

eddie can’t help but get caught in the other man’s intensity, pulling harringtons hips forward and relishing the quiet little noise he makes. eddie nearly whimpers when harrington bites down hard on his lip, which only drives the other man to loosen eddie’s tie and unbutton the top of his shirt, smirking when eddie jumps at the feeling of lips and teeth and tongue against his neck. harrington lets out a happy hum when eddie groans and tilts his head back to give the other man better access. eddie’s grip on harringtons hips loosen and, while it seems like he misses the touch, he definitely appreciates eddie grabbing his ass if the sound he makes is anything to go by.

seemingly taking that gesture as a challenge, harrington, to eddie’s confusion, grips the underside of his thighs. and then. and he then lifts eddie up against the wall. eddie thinks- no, he knows- that it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen and/or experienced (which isn’t much, but seriously, what the fuck!). eddie knows he lets out an embarrassing noise solely because of the proud look on harrington’s face. but then he’s kissing eddie again, bruising and needy, and eddie thinks he forgives him.

of course, that’s when the hallway door slams open to reveal three teenagers.

“shit,” harrington mumbles under his breath, though eddie thinks he’d be able to hear it even without his super-hearing. steve lets eddie down, righting him before he trips over himself, and sighs defeatedly before pressing a card into eddie’s hand and a kiss to his cheek.

“sorry, sweetheart. call me sometime, will you?” he whispers before turning around like he’s heading to the gallows, facing the teenagers.

“really, steve?” a curly-haired boy asks, looking eddie up and down with a raised eyebrow. he tries not to feel insulted. (it doesn’t work).

a redhead punches the boy in the arm and looks at eddie, then steve, then eddie again and lets out a low whistle.

“jeez steve, it looks like he was attacked by a rabid bat,” she snickers, and eddie flushes bright red. steve lets out a sarcastic huff at the comment before grabbing the two teens by their scruffs and ushering them back through the doorway, telling the other girl to show him the way out and winking at eddie before disappearing.

the girl, whose hair seems to just be growing out from a buzzcut, gives him a small genuine smile and tugs his sleeve to get eddie to follow her. they wind their way through the shadowed empty halls until they somehow arrive at the front door. the girl opens it but tugs at his sleeve again before he steps out. he looks at her and she seems to find the right words in her head before saying, “you are good for him. call,” and giving him maybe-but-probably-not-accidental puppy dog eyes. eddie can’t help but smile and huff a laugh.

“don’t worry, he won’t get rid of me that easy.”

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