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spirit-of-a-kiger · 23 hours
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I thought of a cute scenario for a Y/N and Daycare Attendant story: Y/N is an assistant to the Attendant. At first, they're terrified of Moon, who wouldn't have it any other way. But as time goes on, and Moon keeps being spooky but not actually hurting them, Y/N goes from being genuinely afraid of Moon to their fear being more of a game shared between them, if that makes sense.
Like, Moon keeps spooking them, and they keep getting scared, but now they know they aren't actually in any danger, and Y/N and Moon are both just having fun.
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yesdangerpls · 2 months
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Consider: Danny encounters an unexpected haunt in Gotham. It's not Red Hood's.
Alfred was a wonderful butler, who passed away far too soon after Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, leaving poor little Bruce alone in the world.
That simply would not do. A butler can hardly leave his charge in the lurch. So he comes back as a ghost.
Bruce hardly notices, as distressed as he is, and then he's gone for years and then he's dressing up as a bat at night to fight crime. But Alfred-the-ghost is an excellent butler, and rolls with the punches, at this point sometimes literally. His being a ghost is convenient indeed for when he needs to conveniently not get shot, or when master Bruce needs to eat but not be disturbed in the early hours of the morning.
When Danny (another clone of Damian? Tim's teacher coming for a conference with too-busy Bruce Wayne?) comes out of the woodwork, all the residents of the manor but one think it's strange how he won't even attempt to enter, but Danny's learned his lesson about entering others' haunts.
Alfred is rather pleased with the courtesy.
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okay, okay, hear me out:
Steve runs a small bakery and has quiet mornings he preps all the goods for the day. In his sacred and quiet times (like 3am without a soul around as he's measuring ingredients and rolling dough) he listens to an audiobook of a fantasy series Dustin had recommended to him.
And he's enthralled by it and a little more than obsessed with the narrator’s voice. The series has a revenge plot, mythical creatures, romance and some very spicy scenes. The narrator uses the perfect tones and tricks to keep him in the story. The personality the man packs into it- well Steve couldn’t imagine reading them on his own, not when he can have this instead. (This being a slight infatuation with the voice of some faceless man folding him into some fantasy realm).
Simultaneously his first customer of the day is always this long haired tattooed man. Who gruffly points to a pastry and barely says a word, and when he has it’s with a sleep filled disused voice. His rings glint in the light and his big doe eyes have Steve leaned into his space as he hands over his pastry of the morning.
Usually it’s still just Steve in the store when the first few customers trickle in, covered in flour and fillings, still wearing his goofy frilly apron Robin insisted on buying him.
Steve is in too deep to ask the man his name at this point in their interactions just mentally refers to him as tattoos and doesn’t think too hard on it.
He has his audiobook still playing on a winter morning when tattoos comes in. Faint snow starting to fall making it look magical outside as Steve is lost in the words being read to him.
The door chimes,
Tattoos points to a flaky pastry with cheddar and raspberry when he squints at Steve, his sleep gravelly voice roughly asks, “You like fantasy?”
Steve’s cheeks heat up as he turns off the audiobook, “Sorry, lost in another world. Yeah? I mean- yes, kinda my first foray into it. I was never a big reader but the way this one is told I look forward to my mornings to listen to more.”
The man gave him a breath taking smile at his response, dimples and endearing crowsfeet lighting up his features,
“Don’t let me keep you from it then.” He paid and made his way out of the shop.
One day it happens to be Dustin in the shop begging for freebies after a night out at the late night bars, hangover creeping in and wheedling Steve to make him a breakfast sandwich even though ‘those aren’t on the menu Dustin’.
When tattoos walks in at his usual time, thrown off by someone else being in the shop too. Their interactions had grown since he’d asked about what Steve was listening to.
Dustin almost swallows his tongue and chokes out his words, “Y-you’re Eddie Munson.” He whispers out in astonishment.
Tattoos looks caught out.
The name doesn’t click for Steve right away as he pushes a breakfast sandwich over to Dustin (sue him, he’s a sucker).
It isn’t until his favorite patron leaves, flustered and also with a breakfast sandwich Steve had made for himself but wrapped up for tattoos that Dustin screeches about how Steve has been serving pastries to his favorite fantasy author for months and Steve never told him.
It crashes into place then.
Steve’s customer crush and his audiobook narrator are one in the same.
Pt.2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 *complete as of 2/3/24❤️*
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novlr · 6 months
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Three tricks to avoid plot armour
Plot armour can be difficult to avoid. We get so attached to our characters that hurting them in any way feels like a betrayal.
But plot armour is detrimental to any good narrative. Having your characters avoid harm, whether that be emotional or physical, means that there aren't any stakes. And without stakes, it's difficult for readers to invest.
There are three simple things you can use to avoid plot armour:
🔵 Injury 🔵 Sacrifice 🔵 Consequence
In every conflict, make sure the resolution contains at least one of these things.
If you don't want to injure your characters, make sure that they sacrifice something, whether that be someone, or an object. If they don't sacrifice anything, make sure there is a consequence. That consequence can be a loss, an emotional wound, or simply a blow to their reputation. The important thing is that your character doesn't remain unscathed by their experience, and they walk out somehow changed.
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DP x DC Prompt #2
Danny had been doing odd jobs and favors for Clockwork since the master of time had saved him from becoming his evil timeline self. He went to the past, did whatever thing he had to do to fix the timeline, then left. Some times, he walked through the Infinite Realms to get to whenever he had to go to. Other times, he just walked through the actual time stream while on earth to get to wherever he had to. Most times, he ended up needing to use both.
There he was, on one of the rare days he had to do something in his own time, walking arround as Phantom while time was so slowed he felt like he was in one of Clockwork's time outs. He was arround Missury for some reason, close to a city. Center Town or something? Pretty narcissistic if you ask him, but who was he to talk.
On another news, Barry Allen decided to patrol a bit when suddently he felt something massive through the Speed Force. Not big big as in, y'know, size, but more like big as in feeling. A big, dangerous aura. Whatever was making that, it was powerfull.
He went to check out what was making that because, even if it felt further from Central City than he was comfortable with going, whatever that thing was also felt a bit too cose for his comfort.
He ran as fast as he could, which was pretty darng fast if he says so himself, yet it was nothing compared to whatever the being that had the weird precence could do, apparently.
Something was outrunning the freaking Flash.
It was the first time since the accident that Barry had felt slow, and he decided he didn't like it one bit. To add insult to injury, he didn't actually catch up to it. It felt him, and decided to turn arround.
Barry was still inside the Speed Force when he felt himself almost disconnect to it. He didn't leave the Force, he just felt like he lost all control over it. Somehow, that felt even worse. It made him feel small and insignificant.
In less than a second, the being was right in front of him. It moved faster than what the Flash could see, while he was still inside the fucking Force. Was he freaking out? He felt like freaking out.
If he had thought the being's aura was suffocating before, now he was actively drowning in it. He realized that, if whatever he was staring at wasn't a god, it was something pretty close to it.
And it looked like a white-haired, green-eyed teenager in what looked like a hero costume.
Danny, on his end, is confused because this man is very clearly not a ghost??????? How???? Was he using the GZ's time manipulation thingy???? If he wasn't dead????????
Shennanigans ensue, Danny is confuzzeld and Barry is experiencing the Cosmic Horror Beyond ComprehensionTM experience and he is most definitel not having a fun time.
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dovabunny · 4 months
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Know the trope where everyone tells chatty Soap to shut up and it kills him inside?
Imagine~
Tactile Soap who loves to touch, bump, and hug being told off, shoved off, and snapped at by the people he felt he could trust, could be himself with. And it kills him inside.
The picture of Soap with a weighted blanket in bed tugging at his own hair, keening in heart ache, his deep need for touch to feel alive and help him regulate.
He's so desperate he pays a kind sex worker just to hold him. Ghost sees him leaving the bar with a woman after handing her money, and misunderstands.
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emptybucketoffucks · 5 months
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No, but listen: what if Clark MF Kent writes SuperBat fanfiction as a way to deal with his feelings without having to come clean to Bruce?
And what if Bruce one day stumbles upon Clark's account (without knowing it's him), because he reads fanfiction FOR THE SAME DAMN REASON?
But then, he starts getting that strange sense of familiarity through the writing. First, he thinks it's maybe some accomplisehd author' secret hobby. Until, one day, he reads a sentence that is so quintessentialy Kent in its structure and turn of phrase that he knows, without a doubt, that Superman is writing kinky porn about them fucking on the hood of the Batmobile.
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suzukiblu · 2 months
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5 headcanons meta for Plot Bunny, who wanted to know what Ma and Pa are currently thinking in the one where Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. 
Ma and Pa aren't sure if their new kids are alien shapeshifters or bodysnatchers or just weird government experiments or whatever, but they're not really worried about it. Worst-case scenario, they'll be raising terrifying goop-kids, they figure. Or maybe crab-kids or something, after the possible larval stage. Lots of things end up crabs, right?? Crabs make sense. It’s whatever, the kiddos both still like pie and Kara is adorably helpful around the farm and Kal is just adorably ADORABLE. 
The whole dang town thinks Kara is Kal's mom, and Ma and Pa don't know either way and so have been politely vague about answering everyone’s questions in case they're actually siblings or something. Those El eyes are VERY distinctive, though, especially on a planet without any other Kryptonians on it, so they’re pretty positive they’re related. They just don’t know how to ask a kid they’ve just met if she’s a teen mom or not with an intergalactic language barrier in the way. She’s just their foster child! Their totally legal foster child from . . . Norway?? Maybe???? Sure, Norway. They’ll go with Norway. 
Martha is zero-reservations delighted to have a free baby (grandbaby??) AND a free daughter. She has been rewarded for her patience in life, and it is a DELIGHT. She wants to buy Kara all the pretty dresses and cute jewelry and braid her hair and teach her how to make every single baked good in the entire Midwest, but she’s doing her best to not be overwhelming. She is very easily destroyed by both Kara getting excited to learn new things and Kal’s giggles. 
Jonathan is a little more uncertain about how to bond with a daughter and a maybe-grandbaby for about five seconds before deciding, actually it’s fine, he’ll just treat Kara like he would’ve treated a son and . . . well, he’ll follow her and Martha’s lead on how babies work, he supposes. Then he takes Kara out back to play catch while Martha watches Kal on the porch. They lose several baseballs in the back field just IMMEDIATELY and he wonders if suggesting his new kid join the baseball team once they get her in school is, like, a normal parental thing to do? Maybe?? He might just MENTION the idea if it comes up, he decides privately, and then buys a few more baseballs. 
Martha and Jonathan are regularly comparing notes on how “human” their new kids are (or their new kid and grandkid; they’re not gonna be picky). They are increasingly convinced they’re going to have crab-kids sooner or later, but it’s whatever. As long as Kara doesn’t jump that high or pick up anything that heavy or make any of those incredibly weird noises she keeps making in front of any of the town busybodies, anyway. Also, why does Kal sound like a melodious car engine whenever he’s happy? Is that a weird thing? Is that a thing they should be concerned about? Well, it’s fine, as long as he’s happy.
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gh0stbeeee · 1 year
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I want to write a fic where the Death Note corrupts Light but in an eldritch way. Like where the it came from is a mystery, there's no Ryuk or shinigami, just a little black book that Light found.
He becomes the owner, begins using it, and starts changing. He spaces out a lot, forgets to blink, behavioral stuff like that.
But then, he starts coughing up black ink. His movements are less smooth, in favour of jerky body language that is inconvenient at the best of times and unsettling at the worst. His eyes seem perpetually wide, with a glare that shines red under certain light. Then he seems to lose control of his mouth, as a grossly wide grin fights to occupy too much space. And he'll giggle under his breath randomly, he can't control it.
Light couldn't stop L finding out at this point even if he tried, and it becomes very apparent very quickly that something is very wrong. Suddenly they have to try and get answers about whatever is possessing the teen, and what it wants. But would they even be able to stop it?
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stevieschrodinger · 2 months
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I really want to write this as like a fully fledged, 100k word fic, but I just do not have the time. I need to get the idea down so here it is.
So modern AU. Steve is an Alpha, always known he wanted to help people, little boy who wants to be a police officer or a firefighter, that sort of thing. Mother humors him, Dad is disinterested, both parents are hands off to the point of being borderline neglectful without actually crossing the line - the second Steve can legally get out, he goes to college. Ends up taking an interest in Omega studies, of all things - which leads neatly into the career choice that Steve didn't even know he needed.
By the time Steve is 23 he's leading his own little team under the watchful eye of his superior - Jim Hopper. They're a special branch of the FBI, geared specifically to finding and breaking up illegal Omega abduction and trade rings. Steve's good at what he does - really good - top of his class for firearms, has an affinity for the Omega he comes into contact with, and his control over his Alpha is pretty second to none. Steve can radiate comfort in the middle of a firefight if he has to - if it means keeping these people safe.
Steve sees some pretty horrible shit - he's miraculously well adjusted, goes to his mandated therapy sessions like a good boy, and gets on with Hopper surprisingly well for how surly the guy can be.
Steve's worst attribute is that he's a workaholic - he has a history of failed relationships, so he gives up entirely and has no social life to speak of.
And then Steve's out with his team - it's taken months to track this down. Steve's been supervising undercover agents, starting with a tip off about illegal drug trades that pinged Steve's radar as Omega hormones. So rather than heading in and arresting at base level, Steve, with Hopper's nod, pulls the thread.
They assumed the hormones were heat inducing - they were wrong, and what they find is horrifying. The drugs have been used on un-presented kids. Stolen kids, as young as 11, to try and force them into presenting as Omega. These kids have been abducted from everywhere, no sense to it that anyone can see - except that these kids all come from poor families. Marginalized by society - in a lot of cases, kids that haven't even been reported as missing.
To top it off - the kids are being abused. Neglected, starved, left in filthy conditions and being regularly sexually assaulted. It is by far the worst thing Steve, or even Hopper, in his long carer, has ever seen.
They go in, break up the ring, the perpetrators are either killed in the ensuing firefight or captured and brought in.
Steve sustaining only minor injuries in the altercation, continues on with his job to clear out the kids and get them to safety- in his haste to get to where the final group of kids are being held, sets off a booby trap of some sort.
Steve is badly injured- his lower left leg taking the vast majority of the damage- for the first time in his career, Steve panics. But then he has a kid with him, big brown eyes and a mop of curly hair, skin too pale and drawn, dirty fingers and bare feet. And this kid is trying to comfort Steve, obviously understanding that this is a rescue. By the time the rest of his team get to him, Steve is finding comfort in the scent of un-presented pup - the little guy curled up right against Steve.
The pup is, evidently, also finding comfort in Steve, both of them locked together, faces buried in each others scent glands.
They wont let go of each other, even in the ambulance, and it's decided pretty quickly that if they're keeping each other calm, to let them stay that way. On arrival to the hospital, they're both sedated for their own good - Steve wakes up to find he's missing his left leg from the knee down, and Hopper asleep slouched in the chair next to him.
The first thing he does is ask about the pup - Hopper tells him what he can, the kid is called Eddie, was small because he was starved and actually was thirteen years old - and he's safe and well, already reunited with his uncle.
Steve can relax. But not really. Because once his leg heals, he's in physio, and then learning to regain his mobility with a prosthetic, also dealing with the deafness the explosion left him with in his left ear, and the scarring that stretches all the way up to his left hip.
Hopper is determined not to loose Steve off his team - he basically invents a roll for him, if he wants it - Steve is too good to be wasted, so he goes back to work for Hopper in an investigative roll. He'll never work in the field again, but he becomes the brains behind a lot of successful operations.
But still, he's listless, missing the hands on aspects on his roll. He treads water for nearly two years, before he happens to have a conversation in the office break room, with one Robin Buckley.
Steve's known Robin for years, she's an Omega behaviorist, and works a lot with traumatized Omega, rehabilitating, therapy, that kind of thing. She's always been there, on the periphery of Steve's team, taking the Omega off their hands. After Steve's rescues, it's with Robin that the real work often begins. From the conversations they've had previously - Steve handing over information about conditions he'd found Omega in, likely what they've been put through, and anything else that will help Robin do her job, he's always found her sympathetic but no nonsense. He's always respected Robin.
And maybe that's why their conversation easily slips into Steve confessing his listlessness - and what prompts Robin to suggest he retrain. She's heard herself how bombproof Steve's Alpha is in the field - would he be interested in a day or two a week with her team? Positive Alpha exposure is often a vital step in the reintegration process.
Steve thinks about it. He talks about it with Hopper. Between them both, Steve figures he has nothing to loose, and Hopper agrees to release Steve a day a week to Buckley's department on a trial. Steve takes on extra training - bolstering up his Omega Studies qualifications from College. Steve loves it. it's fulfilling. It gives him the hands on aspect of his job he'd been missing.
And then Hopper lands a file on his desk - it's come to them via unorthodox means, through a local doctor, then a hospital specialist, then flagged by Buckley's team as it's an old rescue case. A closed case. And Steve opens the file to find a picture of himself, grainy, black and white, but unmistakably Steve. He's sitting on a gurney, someone desperately doing something to the mess of his leg, but in his lap, the curly haired pup he hadn't let go of that day.
The pup who, apparently had presented an Omega. Steve reads, doing the math, reading the hospital records from that day. The kid had presented basically the second he'd woken up. He'd presented, most likely, while Steve was in surgery still.
That stirs something in Steve. Something a little unfamiliar; the feeling that he hadn't been there and he should have been.
There's another picture, Edward Munson, the kids put on weight, he's grown some. Still has big brown eyes looking out of a very pretty face; and that stirs something in Steve too.
Munson basically hasn't been okay since the rescue. At first they put it down to the usual stuff, the kid had survived being abducted, drugged, sexually assaulted, physical harm, that kind of trauma can take years to work though, decades, a lifetime. But everyone is maintaining there's something a little off with this kid, something else wrong, something hindering his recovery that really shouldn't be; it's like he's mate sick.
But he doesn't have a mate.
The one time they tried to expose this kid to an Alpha, it ended so badly he became aggressive. And then someone dug deep enough to find this photo, to read this file.
Steve's standing up before Hopper gets to the end of the question, yes, he wants to see the Omega, yes, he's going to work with the Omega.
There's a frustratingly long song and dance around it - Buckley wants to follow protocol to the letter, so their first meeting is in one of the Omega work rooms, just Eddie and Steve, very calm, very controlled, with Robin and Hopper observing from the other side of a one way glass mirror.
Eddie backs away at first, is dubious of Steve, but Steve has a worn shirt with him and leaves it on a chair within reach, and once Eddie, finally scents it, he bursts into tears, "is it really you?" he sobs, and Steve confirms that it is, and Eddie is climbing into Steve's lap, still sobbing, "I thought I'd never see you again."
And they stay like that, until Robin finally breaks them up, but Eddie will not let go of Steve, not completely, and Steve doesn't want to let go of Eddie either, but he has to.
He has to make his case. He has to explain that that sixteen year old Omega, a decade Steve's junior, is without doubt Steve's mate. There's a lot of back and forth, they need the uncles blessing, which after a thirty second conversation with Eddie, Wayne doesn't hesitate.
Steve takes Eddie home, with instructions from Hopper to take all the time he needs.
This is where the real work starts, Eddie is traumatized, has been mate sick since the day he presented, and needs a hell of a lot of work. Their bond is solid, but formed in trauma, so the attachment issues become almost immediately apparent.
They put in the work - Eddie has a therapist who is not Steve, and Steve still goes to his own therapy sessions like a good boy. They deal with a lot of things, Eddie's night terrors, his awful relationship with food, his inability to settle, the panic attacks. Eddie's first heat, where nothing happens because Eddie is still terrified of sex. They work through Eddie's confused feelings; Steve falls utterly and completely in love.
Eddie slowly picks up his reading - the education he's missed - starts gently with a distance learning course. Steve goes back to work, a gentle three half days a week to start with.
They get through it all, and make a life together.
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xxbottlecapx · 1 year
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"I'm in love with Steve. Of all people, it had to be Steve Harrington? " Eddie sobbed into Robin's rainbow handkerchief. He was sitting criss cross on the floor of family video. It was Steve's day off. So of course Robin couldn't get any alone time.
"Hey, I know he's like the preppiest person we know," Robin sighed as she stacked some tapes out of order, messing with Steve's System. "But he's really nice now!"
"I know!" Eddie cried louder. A woman with large heels walked into the store, saw him, and quickly turned back around. Eddie didnt even notice, flailing his arms. "But my stupid ass had to go and fall in love with someone named Steve? Steve? I might as well name my son Chad, I can't believe this-"
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thegreenlizard · 7 days
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After the war, Obi-Wan leaves the order to follow Cody.
Or, Gimme Cody (and other clones) who is a fully realised human being with goals and dreams and duties beyond following his general. Let it be Obi-Wan who makes sacrifices to support his hubby. After the war and Cody’s non-sentient status, it even has a certain balance to it.
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the-underrated-moon · 5 months
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Yes Harry has a piece of Voldemort inside of him via horcrux. But no one makes use of the fact that Harry’s blood is literally pumping through Voldy’s veins.
I just want a sassy back in forth where Voldy screams at Harry, “You carry my soul, what more can I give to prove who owns my heart?”… “As a mattar of fact this heart that lives inside of me but pumps your blood through my veins! My love you own my heart and soul and every night I give you my flesh. All I have left is my mind yet still there is not a moment when I don’t think of you.”
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Little Free Library
T (Language/Bullying) no upside down meet cute. Anonymous notes in borrowed books. Steddie.
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Every two weeks like clockwork Steve rode his bike to the corner of Main and Second Street. In the parkway across from an adorable pastel painted lady type house was a Little Free Library painted in a similar motif as the house.
These public tiny house looking structures were placed around town in front of homes who volunteered to have them, the concept was simple: take a book, leave a book. A quaint book sharing and community building feature.
His friend group consisted of a gaggle of nerdy high school freshmen and three seniors. A band geek, his ex girlfriend and the guy she left him for, respectively. Since they were all students they adhered to school hours.
Steve, well, he was still figuring things out.
The kids and Nancy were busy leading up to spring break, Steve didn’t really seek out one on one time with Jonathan. Robin he saw on their overlapping Family Video shifts, but outside of that he was bored. Like soul-crushingly bored.
Even in the early days of Tommy and Carol and the entire sporting teams coming to his parties he had still gotten like this-
He tried to avoid the word, lonely. Sometimes in his mind he could admit that one to himself.
Just never out loud.
It made him feel fucking lame.
To the point that he had started reading…for fun. He had picked up some of his mom’s old romance novels and they were awful yet he was hooked. When he told Dustin he had gotten into reading pointedly leaving out the books he started with Dustin was supremely proud of him and suggested a few fantasy series to dive into but once Steve discovered the Little Library system he liked the chance of reading someone else’s donated books.
He knew what people in Hawkins thought of him. Aside from the kids who had the Hell Fire campaign they never shut up about along with other interests keeping them busy and his smattering of age appropriate friends he felt like he lived his day to day routine with a neon sign over his head lighting up with the glowing words, ‘peaked in high school’.
He tried not to let it bother him. He co-managed the Family Video now with Keith. It was a promotion. In a handful of weeks Robin would be working full time to save up before heading off to college come the end of the summer.
Circumstances at Scoops Ahoy had brought them together and had shook Steve out of his asshole jock phase midway through his high school career. Traumatic instances had a way of doing that to people. Being held up during a robbery and putting his wellbeing on the line to keep Robin safe bonded them for life.
His past two summers had been marked with an intense situation the one before he had rescued a tiny Will Byers from a brush with death at the quarry and subsequently adopted a gaggle of pre-teens when he was sixteen.
Bullies holding the small boy underwater and laughing until an upset and frightened El threw a magnificent punch and an actual brawl broke out with Steve overhearing the commotion, running over, and doing CPR on Will until paramedics got there. It had happened so fast he had no chance to process.
Earlier the same year Nancy declared him bullshit and the trajectory of his life changed.
To say the past two summers had changed the course of his life was an understatement. It left him still floundering to what he wanted to do or be. He just was positive he didn’t want to follow in his fathers footsteps.
He had already tried that in high school. Desperately seeking his absent parents approval. he didn’t want to just be some attitude wielding asshole only good for an empty house allowing fun parties  and a decent fuck.
Now he was nineteen, working customer service, hadn’t seen his parents in about… four months and was eyeing the book selections for his upcoming week.
Sure Steve could go to the actual library or even the cute book and gaming store the next town over that the kids were obsessed with, but he had kind of become enamored with the comments someone left in the books they donated.
He had found them tucked in the first book he had grabbed a handful of months ago, then sought them out- all lovingly tucked between the pages of the four books he had chosen from the Little Library set up. He started leaving his own notes in return.
Like he was searching for his fix from this clever and often funny mystery person. His fingers danced along the spines of his selections a lot still standing in the very same spots as they were two weeks ago. His hand paused over a new addition, The Hobbit, Dustin was going to shit himself when Steve told him about his finding.
He pulled the book out as he cracked open the spine to hopefully find what he was looking for and, a ha, it had it.
Tucked between the front cover and the first page was a pale yellow post-it note with the erratic but fully legible handwriting he’d grown to recognize over the past few months,
This is a classic, I keep my original next to my bed, but this copy needs a home: To whomever reads this welcome to a great fantasy/adventure- buckle up this is one of the best your brain will possibly ever take! Led Zeppelin thinks this shit is cool- do you think your opinion is better than Zeppelin?! I think not! But I do think the elves would be stoic but HOT.
Steve chuckled at the words as he ran his fingertips over the piece of paper and smiled to himself. He allowed himself to flip the pages and see there were about five more tucked throughout the book. Little thoughts and annotations the reader had left in his wake. Steve felt a slight rush at knowing what he had to look forward to these next two weeks.
A giddiness buzzed under his skin like the beginnings of childhood crushes and the promise of something new.
He tucked the worn copy under his arm and swung his leg over the second hand red Schwinn he had scored from a garage sale a few weeks ago. He figured with his ever constant carting of the kids and Robin saving some extra money on gas this way would help him keep building up his nest egg to finally be out from under his parents thumb.
He heard the rattle of a massive clunker of a van pass by as he tucked his own book into the newly vacated space, The Matchmakers, it had been a book from his mom’s book club and Steve had actually read it when he couldn’t stare at the TV any longer. He knew she wouldn’t even notice it gone and it deserved to find a new home in the adorable take a book leave a book set up.
It was a romance about a single mom whose kid picks out the right guy for her to date. It had been horribly cheesy, but Steve had devoured it. Even felt like Dustin kind of fit the role of meddling kid the way he always pushed Steve towards Robin. Which would never happen.
He left his own blocky lettered note on a torn out sheet of lined paper tucked between the cover and first page, Cheesy as hell but damn if I don’t find meddling brats endearing. I gotta admit the notion of someone for everyone is a little comforting too.
He felt lame leaving the notes, had an inkling his note person sought his out too and would reference them sometimes in the post-its throughout the book they’d leave behind. He felt less lame when he remembered no one would know it was him. Hell most of the town figured Steve could barely read. He wouldn’t be anyone’s first guess.
He zipped his jacket up to his throat to block some of the still cold spring chill and rode off to finish his ritual: book exchange, bike to get cheese fries at the diner, bike home, start aforementioned book and hopefully fall asleep.
He thought of his old friends away at schools and most likely partying between exams as he rode into the wind. It hit in a bittersweet spot between his ribs. He tried to shake the feeling as the sun peeked out between the clouds and kissed his cheeks with a passing warmth. The note said this would be an adventure and Steve thought he could use some of that right about now.
He couldn’t wait to tell Dustin he was finally reading The Hobbit.
Eddie’s lemon of a van death-rattled past the small intersection of Main and Second street. For a moment he thought he was hallucinating as he saw the unmistakable swoop of bronze hair and shoulders encased in a dark brown bomber jacket, Steve Harrington.
He couldn’t escape him. In fact most of his Hellfire kids wouldn’t shut up about the guy. For a moment Eddie paused, it couldn’t be him.
The books and notes he’d been leaving in the Little Library- there was no way.
The guy could buy a new book every day and never run through his parent’s reserves he scoffed to himself over the thought.
He figured he’d been exchanging words with a lonely housewife or an elderly widower or some shit, not his fucking peer. He watched from his rearview mirror as Steve biked further into town. Eddie wasn’t known for stellar impulse control so in the least graceful way his brakes screeched dramatically as he pulled a U-turn and followed along.
Steve locked his bike up outside the diner. He untucked his new to him book from under his arm and walked in, “Hey Heidi!” He said amicably to the matronly woman who often was running the whole establishment.
“Stevie, honey, you’re like clockwork. Where’s your kiddos?” She asked with a smudge of red lipstick on her front tooth.
Steve shrugged, “Can you believe they’re hard at work on some science project? Guess it’s due right before spring break.”
She walked over to his favorite booth and sat with him as he caught her up on all things kid and Robin related.
“Your parents around?” She brought up. Going for stealthy but Steve saw through it.
Steve clammed up a little, Dustin had divulged one day how his mom made Steve casseroles since he’s alone more often than not, “Uh, not at the moment, business trips.” He turned up the charm with a big smile, “I mean house all to myself? Not so bad.”
She patted his arm, “You got that right sweetie, tell me about your newest book and I’ll get your regular started?” She asked as she slid from the booth.
“You’re an angel Heidi,” Steve grinned, “ This is actually a great find! Dustin has been bitching at-“ He gave her an apologetic look, “uh, I mean hounding me to read this since I’ve known the little geek.”
The bell over the door to the diner rang as a long haired and tattooed guy Steve knew immediately as Eddie Munson waltzed in. All swinging arms and fluid movement with wavy brown hair wind tousled around his face with a fading bruise over his left eye.
Steve had always noticed Eddie Munson.
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a case fic that I will never write
a clown was found dead at the funfair
he's in his normal clothes and Harry comments on it by saying "for a clown, he doesn't look very funny" and Kim dryly answers "that's because he's dead"
it looks like an accident, there's a head wound and there's a fallen off signboard or sth next to the body, but the strange small yet deep size of the wound doesn't fit the blood covered board and there is suspiciously little blood on the ground, the body must have been moved
inspecting the ground they find really large bloody shoe prints "a giant?" "or another clown" "a competitor?"
"His blood is sticky" "Blood usually is." Kim is used to Harry stroking dead people's hair by now
the atmosphere feels like something supra-natural is going on but thats just the general vibe of a fun fair, especially after sunset, strange sounds and creepy music, eery lights and old fucked up puppets, costumes and decoration, Kim keeps repeating that the place is not haunted no matter what part of Harry's body is tingling
there's a ferris wheel and Kim tries really hard not to show his excitement, Harry convinces him to go on a ride after the case is closed
Harry keeps getting snacks from the vendors, rediscovering cotton candy, corn dogs, churros, funnel cake, etc., (he pulls out his badge to get the stuff for free) he's munching on something new in every scene and continues to eat even after getting sick. he also tries to share with Kim, who declines, doesn't stop harry from ordering new food, but keeps watching him eat with great disapprovement
harry gets a candy apple too and is delighted to find out that the lady there removes the apple core and fills the hole with even more sugar before dipping it in the red sugary syrup
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the boss of the fair is the most boring liberal ever, she doesn't understand why there is an investigation when it was obviously an accident, the rcm only scares off the customers, she isn't even angry or mean, she just says it matter of factly, she is that boring (so boring that it gives Harry heartburn "It's not the food, Kim, it's her!)
the body was found and reported by the beautiful bearded lady who is either a trans woman or a man with long hair in dress and makeup who is very secure in his masculinity and sees no problem with dressing up, especially not if he gets paid for it (I can't decide which is better, it probably depends on how you like to interpret Harry's character) either way, they give Harry a lot to think about
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Harry keeps getting distracted from the case not only by the food but also by the games:
he fails to win something at the shooting gallery, blames it on the weapon and has to be stopped by Kim from using his own hun to shoot at the targets
there is a fortune teller who's very obviously a fraud (but maybe Harry still wants to believe him because he likes the future he foretells him)
Harry tries out bumper cars, but some youths keep running into him so he doesn't even has a chance to figure out how to drive it, they keep making pig noises and shouting stuff like "run the pig over", Kim didn't want to join but after watching this for a hot minute, he gets into a bumper car and crashes into the youths over and over again until they leave Harry alone "don't fuck with the rcm!!" it's very cathartic for him to let out his anger at some 'juvenile offenders' like that
after losing at a bunch of different games (like coconut shy, wheel of fortune, hook a duck [how can you lose at hook a duck? you get into a fight with a parent who thinks you're too old for the game and the employee sends you away without a prize]) he finally wins a small stuffed animal at the tin can alley, thank you gym teacher muscle memory, he wants to give it to Kim, but Kim declines it because he refuses to carry it around, still Harry is sure he can detect the "karaoke blush"
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the clown's small apprentice flees when they come to interview him, running after him, Harry ends up in a house of mirrors where his skills each have their own reflection / his many reflections all move differently and talk to him in turn, to show him the right way through the maze and empathize with the apprentice who is obviously just a scared kid and to catch him in the end
turns out the apprentice is some runaway orphan who is too young to work at a fair and was scared that the rcm will take him back to the orphanage, Kim says they don’t care about that, officially because it's not his jurisdiction, unofficially because he understands why the kid doesn't want to return to the orphanage
the kid keeps contradicting himself, “the clown was a great guy/everyone knew he was an asshole” “no he wasn't at the fun fair at the time/yes it was an accident he saw it!” it obviously wasn't an accident, but the kid didn't kill him, he's too small to have hit the clown on his head at the angle of the wound
even though Kim doesn't want to get the kid back into the system, he is so uncooperative that they decide to take him to the station to keep him from running and question him some more, even despite this threat the kid doesn't spill the truth
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on their way to the kinema, they pass the booth with the candy apples and the seller comes out to ask why they're taking the kid away and after some back and forth she admits that she killed the clown because he was a child molester and she had planned to kill him for a long time now
the kid starts spilling that he killed the clown by himself, the large shoe prints on the ground where his clown shoes
but the apple corer fits the wound perfectly, and the specially sticky blood was blood mixed with red syrup, it was still on here hands when she moved the body, and she was wearing the clown's shoes to confuse the police
they arrest the woman and let the boy go, well, send him away actually
Kim and Harry later theorize in private (while riding the ferris wheel after closing the case) that she was actually preparing apples very late when she heard shouting, she was still holding the apple corer when she rushed over to help, the clown was holding down the kid and she rammed the corer into his head to make him stop, they both cleaned the crime scene and moved the body and faked the accident, the boy was still wearing his costume, leaving the giant shoe prints, the kid didn't want to talk because he didn't want to rattle out his savior and the woman was trying to protect a child who had already been through so much
they could have arrested the kid too, but they refrained from doing so because he was just a victim and he can't get back into the system, and they hope the woman gets a small sentence, but without the child as a witness in court, it looks grim
yeah not much detective work needed but this fic wouldn’t be about the mystery of a murder but about the fun at a funfair
look they're in the ferris wheel and Kim is dorking out over its mechanics while Harry disassociates and listens to the wind The End
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okay I'm working on a malevolent/tma crossover fic rn (no I don't have a real plot with a beginning, middle, or end planned yes its mostly just vibes so far shush) where Jartin and Jarthur bump into each other and obviously I wanna have Jon able to see and hear John because he has Special Eyes and I just had the funniest fucking thought
Jon hears John talking to Arthur probably describing things around them to him and at some point he HAS to ask
Jon: um, Arthur, quick question, why is the entity currently taking up residence in your brain, eyes, and certain portions of your left extremities Canadian?
Arthur, genuinely confused: I'm sorry, fucking what???
John: what the fuck is a Canadian?
Arthur: one second John, I'll explain later- what do you MEAN he's Canadian, where did you get that idea from???
Jon: Arthur he has a Canadian accent. Like, a noticeable Canadian accent. He pronounces "about" as "aboot" pretty consistently.
Arthur, realization dawning on his face: ... oh my god.
Jon: I've literally heard him slip up and pronounce your name as "Orthur" when he gets panicked
John: Orthur what the fuck is he talking aboot!?
Arthur, doesn't know whether to laugh or cry: oh my god
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