#gives him a gay little black turtleneck

[notenuffbees]

I have many responsibilities in my personal and professional life, so naturally I used my valuable time to create this rating of every single one of Dick Knubbler's outfits. I know next to nothing about fashion, so naturally I'm the most qualified person to make this list. Bold fashion choices and wrong opinions under the cut. Let me know what you think!

"Pre-Accident" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater. What an iconic look to start the series with. Songgu Kwon's concept art that's available online has Knubbler in a traditional suit, so I wonder when they made the switch to this style jacket. It's a shame he never wore this exact outfit ever again. Maybe it doesn't go with his robotic eyes? Do you think Dick had to get a whole new wardrobe after his eyes exploded since he stopped being blue eyed? And what do you think happened to his collection of different shaded glasses? 9/10

"Award Show " Outfit. Appears in Dethwater. It's a suit. Boring. And it's just the same color scheme as the first outfit? Extra points for the bowtie and the pocket square. I just realized while making this list that he's not wearing shades in this outfit. 6/10

"Prison" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater If there was any justice in the Metalocalypse universe, Knubbler would have spent the rest of the series in this outfit in a jail cell. Not much else to say about this one. I like the red-rimmed glasses. 3/10

"Disco" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater.

Hideous. The bell bottoms, the clashing colors, the star patterns, whatever the hell kind of dance moves he's trying to pull off. Absolutely iconic. I would rank this outfit higher if it didn't physically hurt my eyes to look at it. 6/10

"Magazine" Outfit. Appears in Dethwater.

It's the same as the "Pre-Accident" Outfit, just with a green turtleneck. For some reason I don't like this outfit nearly as much. Maybe because the green matches the eyes? But aren't you supposed to match colors in fashion? I don't know. Again, I'm probably the last person in the world that should be judging clothes.

5/10

"Court" Outfit. Appears in Dethkomedy. Interesting color choices. This is why Knubbler's outfits are so great. You've got a basic suit-and-tie that becomes a fashion win/disaster with the lilac coat, black shirt, and pink striped tie. The stripes on the tie make it a little too busy for me though. 7/10

"The Knubbler" Outfit. Appears in Dethkids, Dethrecord, Dethrelease/Black Fire Upon Us, Dethhealth, Doublebookedklok. Step away from your phone/computer for a second. Close your eyes. Take a few breaths. Then picture Dick Knubbler. What outfit is he wearing? I bet you pictured him in this. If you didn't, well then it's what Murderface pictured him wearing in his gay crisis fantasy. So yeah. There's a reason this outfit is the one they put him in over three seasons. Knubbler wore this style jacket before and since these episodes, but the plum really makes this version of the outfit shine. Absolutely perfect. No notes. 10/10

"Recording on Water" Outfit. Appears in Dethvengeance, the cancelled Metalocalypse video game. Again, I love how Knubbler spices up a classic suit and tie with wild color choices. My personal preference for warm colors has me wishing the colors were a bit bolder than forest green and purple. But I gotta give love to any outfit with a pocket square. 7/10

"White Dethmas" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas, Fertilityklok, and in issue 3 of the Dethklok comic book. This one's great. It takes a brave man to wear an all white outfit, and he pulls it off. My only issue is that it's kind of weird that he also wore it to Toki's birthday party which, according to the calendar in Fertilityklok, is late summer or early autumn. I assume they made this Dethmas outfit all white to go with the snow/winter/Christmas theme, but apparently Dick will just wear it whenever. 8/10

"Christmas Special Host" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas. Perfectly average. Just a tuxedo. The red bowtie/pocket square with the green vest is a nice Christmas-y touch. Loses points for being so boring otherwise. 6/10

"Nativity" Outfit. Appears in Dethmas. I don't know if I've ever been able to watch this clip all the way through without having to pause due to the secondhand embarrassment. Sometimes I think about how there exists a 30 second clip of this man screaming in agony as the blood vessels in his face swell and his eyeballs eventually explode, but this is the clip that makes me cringe myself inside out. I can barely look at this outfit long enough to rank it. The necklace is pretty cool though, even if I can't tell what the charm is supposed to be. It kind of looks like Facebones? Or the old DeviantArt mascot? I don't know. Let's just get the hell away from this picture. 2/10

"Dealing with a Murderface Tantrum" Outfit. Appears in Dethsiduals The first of two suit-without-a-tie outfits. The purple and black go well together, and the pocket square makes another excellent appearance, although it pairs with the dress shirt this time rather than the ascot. Heh. Ascot. That's a funny word. 7/10

"Season 4" Outfit. Appears in Writersklok, Goingdownklok, Breakupklok. I'm disappointed that he had so few outfits in season 4. That sours my opinion on this suit a little. But I love that there are three completely different colors with this outfit. Someone teach me how color coordination is done so I can understand why this outfit works.

And we've got another pocket square paired with the ascot! So I get to think about the word "ascot" again! 8/10

"Flawless Disguise" Outfit. Appears in Writersklok. I love the running joke of a tracksuit and a baseball cap being the ultimate disguise in the Metalocalypse universe. Leave it to Knubbler to turn a tracksuit outfit into a capital L Look. I like that his baseball cap has a blue star on it like the pink shirt from the "Disco" Outfit, and that the suit itself is lavender like the "Court" Outfit. 8/10

"Clergy" Outfit. Appears in Army of the Doomstar Another boring outfit compared to what he wears for most of the series. I wonder why they picked green for the color. Because that was the color of his robot pupils for most of the series? Because it's the same color as the nuclear seahorse from Dethwater? Because it makes him look more like Yoda? I'll give bonus points to this outfit since he was probably free-balling under that thing. Or should I take away points for that? Honestly my least favorite part of these robes is that Dick didn't get to die in a zazzier outfit. Hopefully in the Metalocalypse universe, ghosts can pick what outfit they wear when they haunt the shit out of the band. 6/10 And that's that! Please tell me how wrong my ratings are and where you would rate them instead. I need fashion lessons!

#metalocalypse #dick knubbler #army of the doomstar #long post #army of the doomstar spoilers #aotd spoilers

[fagbatman]

things they need to do with new dcu bruce to show they understand him or else were all doomed

his fundamental compassion and love for people

significant screen time out of costume

selina ties him up at some point. maybe more. imagine

give him scenes where he banters and jokes with the kids

“divorced but still something going on” era with talia

give him salt and pepper hair

signature gay little magenta robe

gay little black turtleneck

gay little reading glasses

gay sex scene with harvey

gay sex scene with superman

gay sex scene w

#bruce wayne

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MY BLORBOS (MY MAIN THING YEEHAW)

I have made picrews of my Blorbos I would post art but my sketchbook is in a different room and I am lazy

Veryn, the main one, who is also my persona:

Matthew who is Veryn’s boyfwend:

Hes really tan but I can’t always make him seem that way

anyways gonna rant now

veryn is a gremlin who is a lot like me in real life but more my my ideal version of myself. He is high energy and chaotic and loud but he can be serious when he needs to be. He has chronic RBF (Resting Bedroomeyes Face)

Matthew is chill and quiet and worries and lot and does this cute little worries gentle smile that veryn freaking falls for. He seems like he doesn’t do any chaos crap but then he goes and does some wild thing and you realize why veryn fell in love with him. He is covered in scars bc of various stuff he accidentally got involved with.

veryn lives half in the woods and half in an appartement. He has wings. Sometimes he has horns and these dark on his face and shoulders but that only appears when he’s in very stressful situations.

Matthew lives in an appartement with his sister who is named Katie and has a job or goes to college, I haven’t decided which yet

they are both in their young twenties, no more that 24.

Matthew somehow gets some sort of forestry Wiley thing like veryn has but idk how. All I know is that he gets this long whipping tail with a tuft at the end which is the thing in the back of one of the picrews of him.

Matthew is covered in scars bc veryn is in the middle of this big situation where he’s fighting against these magical eldritch entities and Matthew at one point finds him in the woods fighting them and tries to help and then gets beaten up and bitten by magical snakes and almost dies. That is where most of his scars come from (he has a scar that looks like a dinsosaur on his left side just beneath his rib cage. It’s called the dinoscar) but some various other events give him lil other scars

Veryn is much better at defending himself because he has been having to fight for much longer and so does t have as many obvious scars. He does have on long one on his neck because enemies tries to slice it at one point but he lived.

Matthew usually wears a black turtleneck and this tan cardigan looking jacket. Some of the picrews I used didn’t have that option so I had to make due.

Veryn usually wears a bright green shirt about the color of the “Draft saved!” Pop up that happens in tumblr when you take ages to write a post. Then he wears a brown jacket on top and black or brown pants and some brown boots. He basically dresses kinda like a redneck but when you see the clothes on him you cannot see anything but skinny gay forest being.

Oh yeah Veryn’s wings look like the brown variant of a tawny Eagle. Basically. Except a little more brown and a little less white and dots/stripes.

I stayed up till one am last night writing a (rather spicy) fic for them. I will share SOME of it here in a different post. I will also show some art of these two in a different post. Stay tuned, anyone who’s interested!! Eventually I will probably make some sort of book or smth about these two. Yes Ik I use tropes and it’s not super realistic in a lot of ways but I understand that and I don’t really care because I’m just making the story to be however its best to me and cringe culture is dead .

CRINGE IS TEMPORARY BLORBO IS FOREVER!!

Anyways, there you have it. I’ll post more later. I’m so excited I’ve finally put info about them all in one place bc I rlly needed to do that. k bye

#Verthew #Veryn #Matthew #my blorbos #Cedblorbos #Hehehe

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Seeing Stars Part 14 | Eddie Munson

An emotional, fluffy, vulnerable start to the holiday season! Star reacts brashly when Dustin gets in a fight. Star in her anger reveals details about her ex to both Eddie and Steve. The odd couple try to stop her from making bad decisions and fail. It leads to a deep discussion with Eddie where they both realize Star is experiencing some exciting and confusing changes in her behavior and their dynamic. Star fits right in with the Munson men, inviting them over for Thanksgiving where she indulges openly in her domestic goddess fantasy. It awakens something in Eddie, and Star is so caught up in her own perfect homemaker fantasy that she doesn't see how she's already got an adoring husband in real life. Wayne talks to Eddie about making a move. Edddie knows. He knows. He will. Eventually.

TW/CW: Use of gay slur that starts with an f. A bully uses it. Talk of past SA. Not in detail. But a small revenge fantasy was fulfilled. We've got Steve, Hopper, Robin, Dustin, Robbie, and Wayne. Lots of FLUFF. A discussion about dom/sub power plays and how they fit into Eddie and Star's dynamic. No sexual content in terms of action, but sexual themes are discussed.

Part 1 if you missed it!

The mid-November wind was sharp the moment you walked outside. The elements now required layers of protection. Luckily for Eddie, he had a best friend who knits. He was the warmest he’d been in years. She’d experimented with patterns and made ones with stars for herself and ones with flames for him. He had more than one scarf now, that first time in his life he could say that about himself. He’d wrapped the black and red striped one around his neck as he exited his van in front of Family Video. Star had her own in yellow, matching the back and yellow sweater she wore over her layers which included a turtleneck. Since she’d let Eddie give her a hickey, he had been very persuasive in giving her more.

“Let me dig through the poster bin first,” Star announced before making a straight line to the back corner where the posters that had been hanging in the store window were now for sale.

Robin was alone, it was early and no one else was in the store. Eddie sauntered up to the desk to talk while Star wandered.

“Are you wearing matching sweaters now? Aw, when’s the wedding.” She snorted out a laugh, not being able to keep serious.

“They don’t match. She’s got stars on hers, I’ve got the DM on mine.”

“She made you a sweater. AND you’re wearing it. That’s… well aren’t you precious.”

“It's a D and D sweater, of course, I’m wearing it. It’s also warm as hell. And soft. She’s made you shit too, you don’t have to ride my dick about it.”

“Touchy.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to make fun when my favorite dorks come in in matching sweaters. It’s like when moms make their kids match with their little outfits.”

“Ew. Let's not make us sound like siblings please.”

“Why? Because wanting to f-?”

“I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAID, HENDERSON!” Steve’s enraged voice boomed into the store making the three bystanders jump. Dustin with his hat low was fast behind one of his best friends, his voice screeching in the way only a pubescent boy could.

“I had to, Steve! You told me not to take shit from anyone! I was NOT gonna take shit from fucking CARL??” He held his hands out following Steve in.

“When the person being an asshole is 2 feet taller and a hundred pounds heavier than you… you can take a little bit of shit!” Steve stood at the side of the square counter in the center of the store. He hit his hand on the scratched top, reminding all the onlookers of a father scolding their kid.

Dustin looked up bravely into Steve’s face, showing everyone the now swollen and purple battle scars the conversation was about.

“No! If I had let him walk all over me you would’ve said I should have stood up to him. You have to call bullies out or they’ll never stop.” He mocked Steve’s delivery, running his hand through his hair.

“Out of line, Henderson.” Steve barked back.

“Dusty?” Everyone turned to see Star with horror on her face, heading straight for the young man with increasing speed. She moved Steve out of the way with a hand and ripped Dustin’s hat off, sitting it on the counter before taking his face into her hands. “Baby what happened?! Who did this??” She demanded. Everyone but the object of her focus quirked up a brow at the motherly energy that surged out of her. “I’ll fucking kill them, look at you. My beautiful boy.” She cooed so sweetly and gently.

Robin looked at Eddie with a smirk. Are you jealous? Her head tilt asked. The purse of his lips and arrows eyes was her ambiguous answer.

“Carl Girdner,” Dustin answered through mushed-together lips. “He was talking shit and I had to stand up for myself.”

“Of course you did!” She said wholeheartedly.

“No! No, we are not enabling this!” Steve grabbed Star's shoulder to pull her away from Dustin. “This kid is HUGE. I don’t know that I could even take him!”

“You couldn’t.” Robin and Dustin both answer. Eddie covers his mouth to hide his laugh.

“Good to know I have your support!” He groaned and touched his temple. “You goddamn kids are gonna be the end of me.” His brow creased hard and he held his forehead. Star's attention immediately shifted to Steve.

“You okay?” She put her hand on his back.

“Yeah, these… damn headaches again. Whenever my blood pressure gets up because I have to deal with Dustin playing David and Goliath with the corn-fed strong man of 9th graders!”

“Are they bothering you again?” Her voice was quiet as she took him by the wrists and lowered them from his face. Everyone was watching with extreme interest. Eddie knew this side of Star, it didn’t fully surprise him.

“No, I’m fine. Really they’re just-“ he hissed and inhaled and grabbed the left side of his face again. “It’s got the halos and shit you were talking about.”

“Yeah, those suck. You need to calm down.” Steve scoffed loudly.

“Calm? Calm down?”

“YES!” Everyone shouted at him.

“Here.” Star dug into her purse and pulled out a joint. Steve went total narc and started looking around the store like a SWAT team would come out of the ceiling. “Go out back in the cold, breathe, smoke some of this. Then put this on your pulse points.” She handed him a small dark glass bottle. You remember where?”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” He grumped.

“Now go or it’ll get worse.” She softly ordered him and he met eyes with everyone watching.

“Shut up.” He said loudly before disappearing into the back.

“What the hell was that?”

“She’s like a horse whisperer but for… Steve.” Robin added.

“You know about Steve’s head injuries. Well, you don’t.” She looked at Eddie.

“That explains a lot.” He joked.

“Normally funny yes but he had the same stuff that happened to me happen to him. With the concussions and stuff, I told you about?”

“Oh.” Eddie winced. He mouthed ‘sorry’.

“You got the shit beat out of you like Steve did?” Dustin asked, never shy with his questions.

“I think the brick did most of the damage.” Star uneasily joked.

“Shit,” Robin whispered.

“A fucking brick? Jesus Christ.”

“I noticed Steve suffering the same way I did before I figured out what helped so… I’ve tried to help him out.”

“He doesn’t like it when people do that,” Robin smirked. “He gets all antsy then he gets real sappy.”

“Oh, I know.” Star chuckled. “Poor thing needs some glasses or something probably. But getting stressed out makes it worse. Which brings me back to you, young man.” Star pressed a finger to Dustin’s shoulder. “You need some doctoring up too.”

“Did this just happen?” Eddie made his way over to check out the damage.

“Yeah.” He grumbled as she looked him over. “At the gas station. Steve went in to get lunch before we came here and next thing you know!” Dustin threw his hands up.

“Did you start it?” She had a scolding tone.

“No!” He squawked.

“Okay, then what'd he say?” She had a tissue in her purse she wiped the crusty blood away with.”

“The usual textbook I’m insecure and projecting because I’m miserable and I don’t have the emotional maturity to handle my anger when I see other people happy.”

Star and Eddie both beamed at him.

“I’ve taught you well young padawan.” Eddie ruffled his hair.

“I’m glad my psycho-babble is contagious.” Star shrugged and licked her thumb before smearing tot on Dustin’s cheek.

“Okay, mom let's let the man breathe.” Eddie took her fussing hands into his and lowered them.

“I got the new issue of Fangoria and was enjoying it and laughing and talking to myself. Which is normal! I’d gone in while Steve pumped so I was on the sidewalk waiting for him when he came up to me and grabbed it. Took it and ripped it apart.

“Aw, shit dude. Fangoria is expensive, my condolences.”

“Thank you! See! That’s one reason I was mad. I had to order it! You can’t get that shit around here!” He started pacing as he retold his story. “Then he was all, what are looking at this shit with monsters, magazines are for looking at chicks. What are you some faggot? Like the rest of your freaky little friends?” He mimicked him with a deep voice he couldn’t quite manage. All three of the not-straight people in attendance winced. It wasn’t the first time they’d heard it but it wasn’t fun to hear in any context. “Then he made a weirdly graphic description of what he thought we all did at the club meetings. He was talking shit about both of you. Then he said…” he stopped and huffed. “He said something I don’t wanna repeat about what he’d do to you.” He looked boldly into Star’s eyes. “He went on a weird tangent once he remembered a girl was in the group. Going on about how he’d brain Munson and show you what a real man was. The guy is 14! I don’t understand how the Neanderthal brain works!” He squealed again. Eddie and Star eyeballed each other.

“Kid sounds like he needs therapy.” Robin broke the silence.

“And some respect for women.” Star's lips formed a tight line.

“Yeah all that’s… really fucked. Who says that?” Eddie added.

“Exactly! I could just let him get away with it.”

“Of course, you couldn’t, hun.” Star Pat his cheek.

“Are we condoning violence in the face of certain obliteration?” Eddie clarified.

“Yes, we are.” Star nodded and Dustin smugly smiled at Eddie.

“She’s right.” Steve appeared with sleepy eyes now in his work vest from the back. “But so are you, Munson. I don’t want the kid hurt. But also this Carl guy needs his balls bashed in.” He looked a lot better, he didn’t have smoke coming out of his ears anymore. “Here you go.” He handed the bottle back to Star. “The joints under the loose brick out back if you want it.”

“No, you keep both.” She closed his hand and put hers over it.

“Nah this is a whole bottle of your own stuff, I know these oils aren’t cheap, take it.”

“No. You need it more. I can make more.”

“Star.” Steve sighed.

“Just take it, man.” Eddie gave him a knowing nod.

“Thanks.” He put the bottle of oils in his pocket. “You look better.” He nodded to Dustin weakly.

“And you look high.” Dustin giggled.

“That’d be because I am a little high.” Steve smacked his lips. “Helps with the…” he wiggled his finger at his head. “Stuff.”

“At least you aren’t lecturing me anymore.”

“I could but… ya know. No point. You were right and wrong and so was I. There’s no black and white to situations like this.”

Eddie tilted his head at Steve, considering how odd it was that he was agreeing with him. Things had changed so much in such a little amount of time.

“I think Dustin was in the right, personally,” Star said,

“We know you love enacting justice Batman but this is Hawkins. Not Gotham. You can’t swoop in and punish baddies and disappear unscathed into the night.” Eddie turned to Star.

“Was all of that English?” Steve quietly asked Robin.

“Comic books.” She explained. Steve gave a knowing nod.

“No, but I’m not going to let someone hurt my friend. Especially when it was over something nonsensical. And when it’s not a fair fight. Plus there’s the aspect of protecting my own name.”

“Star it doesn’t matter. The kid is talking out of his ass. That’s what dumbass little boys do. Talk big shit about girls. It means nothing.”

“Someone saying they want to force themselves on me is nothing?” She solidly squared up to Eddie and everyone took a step back.

“Oh shit,” Dustin murmured, moving back behind Steve.

“You KNOW that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s what he meant.” Star snapped back, her hands in fists, and Eddie’s up and opened in defense of himself. “What’s this fucker look like?” She turned on her toes to Dustin.

“Don’t,” Eddie said and she shoved him back with her ass, getting an OOF out of him.

“He’s as tall as Steve Star you can’t take him.”

“I’ve taken Steve down before. I’m not concerned.” Steve let out a dumb giggle before reading the room.

“You WHAT?” Dustin asked.

“What’s he look like? What was he wearing?” She asked for clarification.

“He’s a hundred pounds heavier than me Star, you can’t take that kid down.” Steve shook his head.

“Okay, he’s big. I’ve done big before. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“In what world are you big?” Eddie exclaimed, standing taller and looking down at her. She put a hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. “Am I the crazy one here?”

“No, Star is very much average. I mean, you look at her and you’re like yeah she’s not tall, she’s not short. She’s not skinny, she’s not fat. She's just right there in the middle. Normal.” Steve said casually with a shrug.

“Steve!” Robin slapped his arm thinking he was out of bounds.

“What? It’s true!” He said defensively.

“I will go to that gas station and ask every guy there who they are until I find him. I can waste my time or you can let me do this and we can get on with our day.” Dustin sighed and stepped out from behind Steve.

“Red curly hair. Freckles. He was wearing a white striped shirt.”

“DUSTIN!” Eddie said with full lecture energy.

“She’s not going to stop. She’s serious. She has a right to defend her honor.”

“It’s not the goddamn Middle Ages!” Eddie screeched.

“Guy's right. We don’t want you hurt Star.”

“Or in JAIL for assaulting a MINOR? HELLO? Is anyone here seeing this but me??”

“Oh shit, he’s right. That’d be bad.” Steve’s eyes went a little wide.

“Well, my sugar daddy Steve can bail me out.” She said sarcastically as she turned and started out of the store.

“Heh.” Steve dumbly laughed. “She called me daddy.” He looked around to see no one else laughing. “C’mon no one else thinks that’s funny?” He complained.

Eddie stormed out after her.

“Steve, you don’t have any money. You can’t bail her out.”

“Oh shit,” Steve said slowly.

“Yeah. Oh shit,” Robin repeated.

“Yeah, I should go try to stop this.” He nodded and jogged after the two sped walking down the street.

“Guys! Wait up! Hell, how’d I get out of shape?” Steve groaned as he ran.

Star was digging through her purse.

“Unless you brought a gun nothing in there is gonna help you,” Eddie growled, hovering over her.

“I made it out of Chicago alive as a teenage girl who had to walk home alone at night. I lived after Bobby beat me to shit all those times. I will Be FINE! If I can handle a 26-year-old man I can handle a 14-year-old boy.” She shouted.

Eddie and Steve both stood shocked.

“Who the hell is Bobby?” Steve asked now angry on her behalf.

“Is that his name?”Eddie asked now conflicted with too many emotions at once. He towered over her, leaning in too close, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes!” She barked out. Her face was as red as a tomato from cold and anger. She was heaving as she breathed in big breaths. Eddie and Star held a long intense stare at each other and Steve felt entirely out of the loop.

“W-who is…. Bobby? What did I miss?”

“My piece of shit ex-boyfriend,” Star answered, her harsh face softening for a moment.

“Ohhh.” He nodded and bit his lip looking back and forth between them.

Star's mouth opened before she blinked and shut it; turning again to head around the corner.

“Star you can’t do this.”

“I can. And I will.”

“I know I drive a BMW and you give me a lot of shit about it but I don’t actually have any money. My parents do. I work at Family Video, I make less than you do probably at the diner, I can’t bail you out if this goes south.” Star huffed as both men followed her.

“I was joking, Steve. You’re not gonna have to bail me out. This will be quick and dirty.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Make him sorry.” She said quietly which made it worse.

“You’re a little scary Star. Has anyone ever told you that?” Steve leaned past Eddie to get a closer look at her.

“Thank you.”

“Wasn’t a compliment!” Steve laughed nervously, running his hand through his hair.

The two men knocked into each when she stopped. Then they looked across the street.

“Shit.” They both said. There he was, in the same place as he was before.

“Star you’re gonna get hurt,” Eddie said with a break in his voice.

“No.” She insisted and revealed brass knuckles now on her hand. ”I won’t.”

“Fucking… shit. Man.” Steve said in surprise and fear. “Why the hell do you have brass knuckles??” He whispered harshly.

“For occasions such as these.” She nodded his way before turning to step off the curb and Eddie grabbed her arm.

“Star I can’t let you do this.” She turned with all the confidence in the world and grabbed Edie by the balls. Literally. He whimpered and his knees knocked. Steve immediately in reaction also covered his. “He’s a stupid kid. He probably doesn’t even remember what he said anymore. It’s not worth it.”

“Is it not?” She kept her firm tight and he grunted her name asking for mercy. “He said the same things to me. You know that? The same things this snot-nosed kid did. Because his whole life he went with no one having the balls to correct him. And he threatened me and I wasn’t strong enough to do anything about it. And guess what happened Eddie? He did exactly what he said he would. Because no one fucking stopped him.” She had tears in her eyes. Eddie’s eyes went wide, his face shifting into sadness from anger. “So you’re going to look me in the eye and tell me it’s not worth it?” Steve was confused, high, and trying to piece the puzzle together from their weirdly coded conversation.

“Star, sweetheart…” he sighed and slumped, chin jutting out to look up to her from his bent posture. “I don’t want you hurt, or worse, please.” He begged. Steve heard it in Eddie’s voice. He’d sounded like that before. Back when Nancy left him. Suddenly Steve had a clearer picture of what was going on here.

“If no one tells him this is wrong he’ll keep thinking it’s alright. And there will be a 16-year-old girl, just like I was, who isn’t brave enough to stand up for herself. And he’ll do to her exactly what was done to me. And I can save that girl the hell I went through.” She released him to wipe her tears off her face.

“Fine.” He grabbed his crotch and stepped back, taking a deep breath. He understood it, but he didn’t have to be happy about it.

“Don’t tell Dustin about anything you just heard, okay?” She looked up at Steve and sniffled.

“Yeah, no, of course.” He motioned, crossing his heart.

“Let him think this is about him. Because I’d knock this dumbass's block off for hurting him too.”

“I uh yeah I get it.” Hesitantly agreed. He’d done much crazier things for the kid.

They watched her walk across the street.

“You okay?” Steve asked his hand on Eddie's shoulder.

“I think so. Don’t think I’ll have to worry about ever having kids though.” He whistled in an exhale.

“I had to watch Nancy run off and do stupid shit and get herself hurt. I get it, man.”

Eddie ripped his eyes away from Star to look at Steve.

“What?”

“Nancy? Wheeler? We dated?”

“Yeah no, I got that.”

“It’s like you and Star. And don’t tell me it’s not you’re full of shit. I heard the same thing in your voice that was in line when I begged Nancy not to go. You can’t fool me, Munson.”

Eddie purses his lips and watches Star step into the parking lot.

“You know… you’re a lot smarter than people give you credit for,” Eddie muttered.

“Thanks, man.” He patted his new friend's back. He knew he was just as pathetic as he was now. There was solidarity in it for Steve. “I really appreciate that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Steve smiled happily at the weirdly somber and intense situation.

“No seriously don’t mention it to anyone.”

Steve nodded enthusiastically to show he understood. Eddie smirked at his reaction but Steve had already seen the soft side of Eddie.

“Oh shit.” Steve’s face paled and Eddie’s eyes darted around. “Hoppers Bronco is here.”

“Oh fuck.” Eddie covered his mouth looking at Star. It happened quickly, as she said it would. The very not physically threatening Star stomped up to the overgrown bully. In handmade knits and a skirt, she didn’t look threatening with her, as Steve had said, average stature.

“God damn,” Steve said surprised, his hand still on Eddie’s back from comforting him earlier. They watch Star button hit the guy after a brief conversation. Right in the jaw. The guy went to his knees where she promptly kicked him in the balls. “Oof.” They both groaned. She was screaming at him and he was crying. It looked like the job was done. And it would have been if Star hadn’t been so triggered. But she was. So all she saw was her ex, so she kept kicking the kid in his body after he was down.

“HEY! HEY! WHAT THE HELL?! BREAK IT UP!” Hopper's booming voice hit everything within eyesight as he shouted, coming out of the gas station with a donut in one hand and coffee in the other. “Hey, kid!” He shouted as he chose to set the coffee mug on the cue machine and shove the donut in his mouth.

“We should-?” Steve pointed across the street and the two concerned protectors shared a glance.

“Yeah. Yeah, we should.”

-

Hopper has not expected to see such a young girl take on a kid almost as big as he was. She put up a hell of a fight getting her into cuffs when she wouldn’t calm down. He put her in the back of the bronco where she was still shouting as he walked away. It was always the little women that put up the biggest fight.

He saw an odd couple of Munson and Harrington trotting up to him.

“You two wouldn’t have anything to do with this would you?”

“Hey, Hopper.” Steve nervously waved.

“Yeah we uh, can explain. Chief. Sir.” Eddie added both pink-cheeked and breathing heavy.

“You know her?” He motioned to his bronco.

“Yeah. She’s my friend.” Steve nodded.

“Mine too,” Eddie added.

“More than a friend,” Steve smirked.

“Now Steve? Really?” Eddie raised his voice.

“Harrington. Here. Munson. Go check on your girlfriend. Doors unlocked.” He said calmly but loudly.

“Yes sir.” He scurried off.

“So… why is that tiny little chihuahua beating the hell out of this Saint Bernard?”

“Ugh, where do I even start.” Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Star and Eddie watched as Steve animatedly talked to Hopper.

“Who knew he was in so good with the police?” Star mused.

“Well, they were all in that big mall fire together.”

“Mall fire?”

“Oh yeah, you weren’t here. People died it was a whole disaster.” Eddie said with concern on his face. Star knew it must’ve been bad.

“Steve mentioned it. With his head trauma.” Star quietly explained. “Didn’t know that many people were involved.”

“The government flew in and all kinds of weird shit.”

“So much for Hawkins being a town where nothing happens.”

“Only weird shit,” Eddie concluded as they both watched in silence for a moment.

“Do we have a token white boy now? Is that what Steve is?"

“I think if anyone is your token white enjoy it’s me.” Eddie raised a brow.

“Well you’d be mine, yeah but I said we. As in ours. A rich white boy to talk to the cops. We’re just trailer trash.” She chuckled.

“Then yeah you’re right. Never had one of these before.” He shrugged.

“Me either.”

“He didn’t hurt you with the cuffs did he?” Eddie moves to look at her wrists.

“No, I’m fine.” She dismissed his concern. “Didn't think the chief of police would put me in cuffs before you did.”

“Really Star? Is now the time?” He rolled his eyes.

“Just an observation.” She shrugged.

“Munson!” He shouted and they both jumped. He motioned for him to join him.

“Wish me luck.” He dipped down and approached the towering man.

Now Star got to be out of the loop. Eddie was there to close a few plot holes in what backstory Steve had pulled up about Star and the ex she’d mentioned. She watched Hoper sigh, taking off his massive hat and rubbing his head. He walked to the kid who was pouting against the wall. They talked for a bit, then she saw Hopper smack his cheek and wag his finger in his face. Then all three of the older guys walked her way.

“So… you’re the newest member of the group huh?”

“Group?” Star asked.

“Ya know, Harrington and his parade of brats. Henderson, Sinclair, the Wheelers.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“They told me what happened.”

“I assumed.” She muttered.

“As hard as it is to believe I’m going to tell you to listen to these morons okay? They care about you. They don’t want you getting hurt. Munson is right. You can’t beat up kids. Even if they deserve it.”

“So I can beat up anyone over 18?” Hopper laughed at her fire.

“Within reason.”

“What if it was a reason like the one I had for this today?”

“I’d say that’s acceptable.” Star nodded and looked at the ground. “Look kid, I’m sorry about what happened to you. I’m not taking you in or anything. That little shit has a big mouth, just like his brothers and his dad. So I see your point. But if some kid's parents decide to press charges, not even I can get you out of that. You’ll be tried as an adult.”

“I know. I was underage when I had to go through the court stuff with my ex.”

“And he wasn’t, I take it?”

“No, he was not. He was old enough to know better.” She looked to the ground again and took a big breath. She hadn’t thought about the whole legal ordeal since it’d happened. Hopper gave her a solemn, knowing nod. He’d seen it plenty of times. He took the cuffs off her and helped her out of the back.

“They might not look like much but you’ve made some good friends. Listen to them. They’ll keep you safe. Or at the least out of my sight.”

“Yes sir.” She nodded as Steve reached out to pat her back. “Sorry.”

“I get it. I do.” He gave her a nod back. “But I’m keeping these.” he held up her brass knuckles and shook them. She sighed but gave an acknowledging nod of acceptance. “Be careful little Miss badass. Go take up a sport to get your anger out or something.”

“I’ll… think about that. Thanks.”

He sauntered over to grab his coffee off the ice machine and went back into the gas station.

“So.” Star turned to her saviors. “No harm done.” She offered up an uneasy laugh.

“Let’s get you home before something else happens.” Eddie took her by the hand and it stayed there until he put her into his van.

The van ride was tense. Not much was said. Star was feeling better, having gotten her emotions out and being on the other side of the whole ordeal. But Eddie wasn’t past it.

They stepped into her trailer together, she took off her layers, down to her tank top which she promptly covered with her sweater before turning the space heater back on. Eddie was taking his time, one layer at a time.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with.” Star said, standing in leggings, fuzzy socks, and her giant sweater. She motioned her hands as if she were challenging him but her voice was tired and defensive.

He looked at her with just his eyes, turned sideways still, and took off his shoes. He exhaled loudly and peeled another layer off, only a soft long-sleeved shirt left over his jeans. His posture was tall, and an odd sort of power was held in him. He continued to answer her with silence. He moved to the cupboard, finally getting closer to her. He looked her way, meeting her eyes then looked away to get a glass from the cabinet and get himself some water.

“Nothing?” She asked as he stood against the counter, drinking.

“What do you want me to fucking say, Star?” He sounded agitated now.

“Something. You’re mad at me. I figured you wanted to yell at me now that we’re alone. Thank you for not yelling at me in front of everyone else.”

“I don’t want to yell at you.” He shook his head, disappointed.

“But you’re mad?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Then… explain it.”

“I’m mad. But not in the way you seem to think.”

“Are you going to say I’m not mad I’m disappointed?” She slightly mocked.

“You know what? Yeah, I am. Because it’s true. Because to be so damn smart you do some dumb shit.”

Star blinked in surprise.

“I’m going to be painfully honest Star. I’m probably going to hurt your feelings and I’m sorry for that but I have to say my piece.”

He watched her physically brace herself. He watched her curiously.

“Fine. Bring it.” She said with a challenging posture while he still sat lax against the counter.

“I know that bad things have happened to you. But guess what? Bad things have happened to me too. They’ve happened to everyone. But people like us? We don’t get to act on it.” he finished his water and sat it in the sink, walking over to her. “You know bad things happen to people like us and you do things that raise that probability in the name of doing what’s right. But the world doesn’t work like that and you know it. What we see as justice someone else is going to see as an opportunity to bring us down. Do you think most cops… most people care if a mother steals to feed her kid? Or someone robs a bank to have money for medical bills? No. They don’t. They won’t care what’s happened to you.” his eyes weren’t mad, there were no snarling or building veins like Star expected. He was annoyed, sure, but he was still being considerate. She didn’t know how to process his body language. It was new. “If you keep acting on your emotions because bad things happened to you. Then more, worse things are going to happen to you." he slumped and his eyes were no longer mad, only sad. "And one day something I can’t stop will happen and then where will you be? Do you want to go to fucking prison? You want to ruin both of our lives because your ex was a piece of shit?” He leaned in closer, holding her rapt attention. She was an unreadable wall as he spoke to her.

“Both of our lives?” her voice was so tiny it made Eddie’s throat tight.

“You’re so used to being independent.” he had a brief smile. “Now you have people who care about you and depend on you and you can’t go be some vigilante. If something bad happens to you, it happens to me. Got it? If you went to prison it would kill me. Understand? Not just because I'd feel like I failed to keep you safe but because you’ve worked so hard to have a life. And you’d throw it away because of the past. I need you to understand that you can’t give in to all your emotions. Not like you did today. Not even if it’s justified. Not when real, life-ruining consequences can happen.” He put his hands on her shoulders but they were gentle. Only their weight was felt. There was no shaking or blows to take. “I want so badly for you to learn that lesson. That you can’t give in all your negative emotions the attention they crave. They’re there because of bad people. Not because of you. And feeding them gives the bad people power over you. I know you don’t like feeling like someone has power over you. But for all you’ve learned about yourself, you can’t seem to learn that. And it hurts to watch. And I think I’m the one that’s supposed to teach you because I had to learn it the hard way.” he looked her over, her face not how he expected. “What?”

“You said not to give in to emotions.” she broke the long, intense eye contact they’d been holding.

“No I said not to give in to negative ones,” he said with a slight shrug, still no anger to be seen. She felt her body tight still, ready to take a hit whether it was emotional or physical. She knew Eddie would never hit her, but the reaction was still built in. She was disappointed in herself now.

“I’ve never had someone do this before. You took the time to explain why you’re upset. You didn’t yell or call me names. Or worse.”

“Id never do that.” his brow lowered and he raised his hand to her cheek gently.

“I know. And it’s… making me feel weird.” she shook her head and frowned slightly.

“Can you explain?” he let his hands move to her arms, rubbing them in an attempt to console her. He could see she was struggling.

“It’s… I don’t know it’s not something I’m familiar with. I’m… I feel… safe?” She offered.

“You should with me. You know that right?” he leaned in close and kept his voice neutral.

“I don’t know that I do. I expected you to yell or throw things because of what I did. I did fuck up. I get blind and don’t see that at the moment. You’re right.” she hesitantly agreed, staring into his chest.

“I’m glad you can see that now. Even if it’s a bit late.” he pursed his lips.

“But you’re… you feel different.” She touched his chest and she shook her head. “You’re so calm and collected and.. correct. You’re so smart and experienced and it comes off you in waves.” She moved her hands along his shirt, fingers light like she might find the answers in brail. “Anytime someone has tried to tell me what to do I want to fight it.” She watched her hands move down his chest to his stomach before she pulled them away. “But I… don’t.” She looked confused by her tilted head and creased brow. Eddie let her work it out, getting mixed signals himself. She wasn’t the only one confused. “This will seem out of left field but hear me out.” She said. “Remember when we talked about power dynamics? On my birthday?”

“The… BDSM stuff?” He was confused.

“Yeah. That.” She nodded. “It feels like that. Like…. I’ve always wanted to be the one to be in control. But when you were talking to me just now. And I don’t mean to undermine what you were saying because it was right and important and I thank you for it but it made me feel…” she struggled to find her words. “New. Different, I believe you. I trust you. I pushed back and you just… corrected me. Without making me feel bad. You make me feel safe and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that around a man before. I don’t mean Robbie, he’s my brother this is… very much not something you feel about your brother.”

“Oh,” Eddie said it so simply she was annoyed. He looked smug for a moment with a passing smile. “I think what you’re feeling is… and I’m assuming you mean it’s somewhat sexual right?”

“Yeah, it’s not totally sexual. That’s just what I can relate it to that I know about. Like I’m not thinking wow I wanna fuck you, but I am?” she wrinkled her nose. “But it has more feelings involved and I wanna…” she held out her hands for the answer.

“You’ve never felt submissive before because you've had to fight to survive. You don't now. ” Star rapidly blinked. Her eyes darted about as he watched her thought process move across her face. It might be the cutest face she has. “No one’s ever been a positive dominating force before with you. The real kind, the one that cares about you. Takes care of you.” he further explained.

“Is that it?” She whispered. “Well shit. Okay.” She said mostly to herself. “Because yeah, I want to do what you said. Because of how you said it and how you made me feel telling me. Because you were right. I’m impressed by you. I…” she cracked a smile. “I want to act right for you.” She laughed. “I don’t want you mad or upset with me. And I agree with what you said so I want to do that. For you. Well for me too obviously but it benefits us both.”

“I knew you’d come around.” He gave her cheek a soft stroke to which her eyes shot to his, looking more frightened than she meant them to. “You’re so sensitive, Star. But I know you’re stronger than you are sensitive. You're so used to fighting everyone because you can't rely on them. You don't have to anymore. I'll look out for you. You can trust me, trust my advice. You can do it. It’ll take work but you can do it. I’ll help you.”

“See? Exactly like that.” She whispered, her eyes softening.

“I know.” He grinned. “ I get what you’re saying now.”

“I’m glad one of us does.”

“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. I’ll think for you if you want.” His fingers rest on her chin, holding her face up to look at him.

Star's lashes flutter involuntarily before she scrunched her face up in surprise at herself.

“Oh.” she barely got out, her eyes going wide.

“Oh?” he gave her another smile, but it was the goofy sort she was used to seeing on Eddie’s face.

“That’s…” her voice was raspy. He could see her throat bob as she swallowed nervously. “That’s really doing something.” she made a nervous sound as she shuddered, staring at his lips. He licked them, letting her watch. A cocky look came across his face that she didn’t understand. “Sexual.”

“You want to talk about it? We can figure it out together.”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Do I have permission to touch you?” Another fast nod. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her to him. “On the nonsexual side of things, I believe you’ve discovered today that you can trust me. That you can make a mistake and I won’t hurt you. And that seems to be something you’re new to. Would that be right?” his voice was warm and deep and soothing as he looked down at her, casually touching her to move her hair from her face and shoulders.

“Yeah.”

“And that awakened something in you, sexually. Because you’re sexually attracted to me. Because you're a very sexual person. It's how you relate to the world around you.

“Right.”

“I think what’s happening is that for the first time you’re in the position to be subservient to anyone. Willingly, I mean. You have the privilege to be able to relax, and trust. I think being dominant isn’t about what people think it is. I’ve read about power play. You can use it in everyday situations. What being dominant is about is taking care of someone. Giving them what they need whether they know what that is or not. And you’re feeling cared for.”

“That sounds so sad,” she whispered.

“It is,” he admitted. “However, that’s not you anymore is it?” He cupped her cheek.

“Right.” she gave a soft lopsided smile to him.

“You have people you can trust now. You have me. And we’re… sexually involved so it makes sense that that is bleeding over into sex for you. You are a very sexual person. I think my want to take care of you as a person, is related directly to how we are in bed. And now that something clicked in your head about me, it’s changed how to feel about us together in bed. So, that leads me to believe that you’d want to be taken care of. In a submissive way. Being told what to do, and wanting to do it. Trusting in my judgment that I’ll make the right decisions for you so you don’t have to overthink everything.”

“It does feel like my brain is quieter.”

“Perfect. Then we’re on the right track,” he said supportively.

“I’ve never done that before. You’ve called me a good girl and that’s the subbiest I’ve ever felt.” she bashfully admitted.

“That’s part of it. A small part. What I’m wondering is if you’re looking for the disciple aspect. You said you wanted to do what I said when I corrected you.”

“I did. I do. I don’t like upsetting you.”

“And I don’t like upsetting you.” he kissed her forehead and she felt her stomach whump. “Let’s apply what happened today to sex. We had a hard conversation. That’s over with. We talked it out. With power dynamics, things outside the bedroom can be involved in the bedroom. Would me correcting your behavior be something you’re into?”

“I’m not following.”

“I’ll let you know what I'm thinking. Say… I took my frustrations about you not listening and physically disciplined you over it. You like spanking right? Would you want me to do that to you because you were a bad girl? Because you need to make it up to me to be a good girl again?” Star’s knees knocked at the combination of words.

“I-” she let out a deep nervous laugh Eddie had never heard before. “You wanna- me and -” her eyes were wide and her heart started racing. Her mouth hung open, the beginnings of plenty of words happening but not coming to fruition. She shut her mouth and made a humming sound to collect herself. “Yes.” she nodded one single time. “From my reaction, I think that it’s obvious that I was taken aback by what that just did to me. It feels like a lot.” she blinked and stared away from him, she was trying to process. When she looked back at him, the smirk on his face made her embarrassed because she knew it was from how pathetic she was being.

“Maybe that’s why you’ve been into pain this whole time. You want to be punished.” Star gulped.

“I wanted pain because it’s what I was used to.” she realized. “I do like it though. It feels good.”

“Of course you do, sweetheart.” another caress of her cheek made her sigh deeply. “You know you’re a bad girl and you need me to show you how to be a good girl don’t you?”

“God dammit,” she whined and rubbed her face. “I don’t know if I can handle this. I’ve never had words do this to me before. It feels very complicated. I'm horny but also scared. ” she confessed.

“At first it will. It’s new. But I am… more than happy to explore this with you if you want.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. But you seem so calm. And normally we’re both a mess.”

“When I can focus on something, it helps. And I can focus on things I like. In this instance, you.” he gave a flirty smile she immediately reciprocated. “And I happen to know a lot about this too. Maybe not as much in practice but I’ve read a lot so I feel like I know what I’m doing enough to not be as nervous about it as I should.” his transparency had always comforted her.

“Maybe right now isn’t right. I’m feeling overwhelmed.” she frowned. “I love the idea! It’s just been a hell of a day already and I don’t know if starting some new sex thing is the best idea. I need to read on it or something. I only pretend to be spontaneous. I’m not actually, I’m always scared.” she grumbled. “This feels like a therapy discussion. It’s all a little too on the nose with my issues with not having a dad. I think I should talk this out before we get into this.” she chewed her lip. “I’ve been told that I tend to use sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism. I don’t want this to be that.”

“That’s fine. You’re probably right. I forget it’s different for girls. The dad stuff. Or I forget your situation because we’re so similar I keep thinking your dad is in jail too.” he admitted with a laugh.

“To be fair he could be. I act a lot like my mom, but she wasn’t as…” she sighs. “Angry as I am. That could be pop's DNA dropping in to complicate things.”

“On the plus side, he could be a total lunatic and you’re actually doing really well to have his genes,” Eddie added with a laugh.

“I might go with that one. That one makes me feel better.”

“Good. That was the whole point anyway.” he squeezed her and she happily wrapped her arms around him, mushing her cheek to his chest. Eddie’s ability to make her feel good might be something she needed to talk about in therapy too. Or was she overthinking yet again? Could she let herself enjoy anything without psychoanalyzing it now? She closed her eyes and sighed, letting him hold her. It was hard to live inside her head sometimes.

-

As Eddie walked up the stairs to his trailer he could hear giggling. Specifically Stars happy giggle. He was flush with testosterone at the outlandish thoughts of her being with someone else or someone else having the ability to have her make that sound. It was too dramatic to think that way, he knew that, but he busted through the door anyway.

He was met by Star and his Uncle looking up at him surprised. Records were strewn out on the floor and they had an old portable player sitting in the living room. Eddie blinked fast and realized his worries were unfounded. He was just as surprised to see them as they were him.

“Everything okay?” Wayne asked with an amused look on his face. Eddie let out an embarrassed huff of a laugh as he gently closed the door behind him.

“I don’t know, you tell me? You trying to steal my girl?” he smirked. Star immediately let out the same happy giggle. All was right in the world again.

“I might.” he grinned. “She’s got better taste in music than you.”

“From my own blood.” he clutched his chest as he sat his bag against the kitchen bar. “What are you doing home?”

“The delivery trucks crashed into each other at the docking and in the parking lot. It’s a total mess.” he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t see your truck out front.”

“Star’s brother Robbie brought me back actually. Good guy. My truck is on the bad side of the parking lot where it’s currently stuck until they get their heads out of their asses long enough to clean it all up. Can’t work without supplies, and the supplies are all in the parking lot.” he chuckled. “I came home to Star here looking at my records.”

“We figured out that one of my fav songs is actually from one of the guys that he used to listen to! It’s the same name, but the songs are so different and I guess the guy reinvented himself or something? “

“That’s cool. Which one?”

“Dion.” she held up an old record with a guy looking like a clean cut stuck up leaning on a fence. It was very 50’s.

“You know that song, The Wanderer.” Wayne insisted as Edie kneeled to sit on the floor with them. “Lemme find it,” he muttered. A very round-sounding 50’s bop about being a ladies' man began and Eddie recalled it.

“Yeah, I remember that one. What’s his new song?”

“I play it a lot. Only You Know?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked?” he tilted his head.

“That's the name of the song!” she snorted.

“Ohhh, right right.” Eddie played it cool and Wayne couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he watched them. “I can’t place it. It’s not something that I listen to without you if this guy wrote it.

“It’s a very 70’s soft rock love song.” her eyes were bright and both the men at her sides were giving her the same smile. “I can sing it but I don’t want your ears to bleed.”

“Oh go on, kid. You can’t be that bad.” Wayne nudged her arm and she perked up.

“Okay, the chorus then?” she cleared her throat and tapped a beat on her leg. “Cause I know that you’ve been waiting. Been such a long time that you’ve been waiting. And Only you know where you have been to.”

“And only you know what you have been through.” Eddie finished the line and she bounced excitedly.

“Yes!”

“Yeah, that ones not bad.”

“This pretty bird can sing too?” Wayne grinned at Eddie.

“Oh hush.” she snickered and blushed.

“You’ve got her blushing old man, I better get her away before she falls in love with you.” he smiled wide and hopped up.

“Eddie! We’re in the middle of this!” she squealed as he bent over behind her to lift her under her arms.

“I’ll put 'em up, darlin’, don’t worry about it. You do enough around here.” Eddie continued to drag Star who was cackling as she refused to stand, making Eddie walk back towards his room, her feet moving across the floor.

“Christ, Star,” Eddie grunted.

“You got yourself into this, Munson.” she giggled and Wayne felt a flutter of optimism in his chest. “Oh hold on!” she hopped up as he drug her past the kitchen. “I did want to ask if you had Thanksgiving off?”

“I usually work it. Get paid double time.”

“You sound like Robbie.” she grinned. “What about the Saturday after?”

“I’m off then, yeah.”

“Good Robbie is too. Would you wanna come over for dinner?” Eddies chin went into his neck in surprise.

“I think I’m a little old for you, sugar.” he laughed.

“I see where Eddie gets it from now,” she smirked and bumped him with her hip. “I wanted to invite you two over for Thanksgiving.”

“Really?” Eddie looked at her as she nodded with the perkiness of a cheerleader. He looked over to his uncle and shrugged.

“You sure? We wouldn’t wanna intrude.”

“No, don’t be silly. Eddie’s like family now and therefore you are too. I’ve never had a real Thanksgiving where I cook and all that stuff. I’d like to start though. I’d like you two there.”

“You’re as sweet as pie, Star.” Wayne put a hand to his chest. “Of course, we’ll be there.”

“I’ll even wear pants for the special occasion.” Eddie grinned like an idiot, his hands on his hips as Star snorted out a laugh and shoved him. Again Wayne felt that flicker in his chest. Maybe his boy would get the happy ending he deserved.

-

Robbie and Wayne sat in the living room watching football. They each had a cold beer and dinner was being made by their kids. It was a rather perfect picture for them.

The occasional loud noise of happiness would escape the kitchen. Where Star and Eddie were fixing dinner. It was certainly more of Eddie fetching things and Star sweating and using a chart she’d made to time all the food correctly. The table was starting to fill up, a modest 4-sided wood table in the corner of the kitchen they’d pulled out to accommodate two more people for dinner. Star had a cornucopia centerpiece she’d put together. Eddie had heard all about the myths surrounding it as she’d meticulously picked things from the produce aisle to decorate it. She had a lovely bouquet of autumn-colored flowers on the counter. A wreath she’d made with a little scarecrow she’d knitted adorned the front door. Star was making a home for herself for the first time. Eddie delighted in seeing her excitement over things he’d found completely trivial before. Like a tablecloth. She’d spent 10 minutes trying to decide what to get. He didn’t quite understand the joy she seemed to get from decorating the house. But he was supportive of it nonetheless.

Star let Eddie make his Munson Mac to go with the already too big and ambitious meal Star had planned. She cycled the last things into the oven, save the pie she’d already made in the fridge. She wiped her face and took a deep breath, taking off the frilly apron she’d been wearing over a burnt orange dress. She had tiny heels that looked like some victorian child's shoes Eddie thought. Brown shoes with brown tights matched her consistent 70s-themed clothing choices with the corduroy pinafore. She’d worn her hair up in curls. She’d made sure to beat Eddie off her neck the past week or so to make sure he wouldn’t ruin the outfit she had planned by putting a hickey on her. He’d pouted but of course, obliged her happily. She’d agreed he could give her one after Thanksgiving, anyway.

“Let them know we’re in the final countdown now. Less than half an hour and we eat.” She tossed the tea towel onto the counter and slouched against it.

“You got a little-“ Eddie laughed and whipped marshmallow fluff from the towel off her forehead. Without hesitation, he licked it off his finger.

“What was it? Was it good at least?” She asked with a tired smile.

“It’s all going to be great.” He says with loving eyes but a stern voice as he put his hands on her shoulders

“I’ve never done this before. What if I got the salt and sugar mixed up or something? Did we check?” She moves to look and he kept her in place.

“You didn’t. It’s all perfect Betty Crocker. You’re cooking for men who consider a turkey frozen dinner a full thanksgiving meal.”

“I just want you all to like it.” She said with a pout.

“We’re gonna love it. We love you. We love food. We love to eat. You can’t go wrong. Chill.”

As usual when it came to Stars' anxieties. Eddie was right. They were gonna love it.

“How much longer do you give ‘em?” Wayne tilts his head in the direction of the kitchen where Eddie standing with his hands on Star's shoulders could be partially seen.

“No idea. I told her the menu was too big but she was just so damn excited I couldn’t bring myself to tell her no.”

“I mean with them? Has she talked about him to you the way he’s talked about her to me?”

“Oh, that.” Robbie grinned. “She talks about him but she is in denial. Don’t tell her I told you this but Eddie’s family at this point so I feel like there’s a certain confidentiality we can have discussing those two love birds.”

“Of course.”

“We moved here to get her away from her ex-boyfriend. Total piece of shit. You name something bad he did it to her. That type. He turned some kids against her, as those older guys who hunt little girls do, and they hurt her and we moved to get her away. She’s got more baggage than O’Hare International. But she’s come a long long way. I’m proud of the little brat. Your boy Eddie has been a huge part of that. If you ever wondered if you’d raised a good man, you did.” Robbie cheered his beer to Wayne. “We know their nuts about each other right?”

“Nuttier than a couple of squirrel turds over each other.” Wayne chuckled.

“But she doesn’t realize it yet. She says she loves him but she does that silly thing where she’s all, oh not IN love I just love him to pieces and he’s the best and he’s so sweet and smart and funny.’ Like she’s trying to make me like the kid.” He laughed. “But it’ll happen. I think they’d be good together.”

“They’re good for each other. Eddie won’t shut up if I ask about it. Came to me for advice like he was young again. He’s ass over tea kettle for her.” He chuckled. “But he told me a little, I don’t know what she’s told him, mind you, but he knows she had a bad relationship and she’s been very open about how she doesn’t want to date. So he’s…struggling but keeping the faith.”

“She has never been happier than she has been since she met him. I can tell you that for a fact.” Robbie pointed his finger at the kitchen. As soon as fall hit? BAM she was little Susie homemaker in here with the wreaths and decorating. She’s never done that. And she’s been grinning like a moron. Buying throw pillows.” He chuckled. “She’s been nesting. It’s adorable.”

“Nesting?”

“You know how women get and they want to make a house a home. Give it a personal touch?”

“Yeah they usually do that before…” he leaned to whisper. “She’s not pregnant is she?” Robbie craned his neck to look at them in the kitchen.

“I like to think she would’ve told me if she was. But I get what you mean- nesting yeah. I don’t think it’s that kind. Plus I know she’s on the pill. If that eases your mind at all.”

“It does.” Wayne nodded and settled back in. “I know I tell him to be safe but you know young men.”

“If you think he’d be the problem you don’t know that young woman.” Robbie laughed louder.

“Especially when they’re in love.” Wayne mused.

Not much was said during the meal. Everyone was too hungry to do much besides eat. Star got her compliments in both words and seconds and thirds gotten.

Wayne and Robbie secured their places on the couch again. Many moans and groans were to be heard from the living room.

Star was vibrating with energy. She felt so content in the moment that she felt like she might explode out of her skin. Eddie stood beside her, still talking about the food because she would get so smiley and happy she’d get teary-eyed when he did. It wasn’t hard, it was the best Thanksgiving dinner he remembered having. They washed dishes and put up leftovers and packed away some for Eddie and Wayne to take home with them.

“Thanks for your help today.” She reaches out to put her hand over this as he sat down the last of the Tupperware.

“Don’t mention it. I got homemade food for days, we didn’t have to cook and we all got to spend time together for once. It was really nice.”

“It’s been perfect.” She took his other hand and he looked at her curiously. “I’ve never had a day like this before. Have you?”

“What do you mean?” He tucked a curl behind her ear. He got the feeling she needed him to be tender.

“The holidays. Like you see in movies. The people you love together. Big meal. Decorations.” Eddie understood her emotions a little better with her explanation. “I’ve never had it. And I always wanted it. Mom did what she could but she worked a lot and we were poor so a bucket of KFC was usually it. I’ve always been so jealous. I didn’t think I could ever get that, you know. And here I am. We still have Christmas!” She bounced on her knees while she looked the oddest combination of sad and happy.

“It never meant that much to me.” He answered honestly. “But getting to see it through your eyes and how much you love it makes me get it. It’s nice. It almost doesn’t feel real does it “

“Exactly!” She answered loudly. “It feels too good to be true. But it’s happening. And I’m living it. I’m doing it. I’m like the people in the movies.”

“That’d make you the too-gorgeous mom for the dumb dad who runs the house and has her husband wrapped around her little finger, huh?”

“It does.” She giggled. “Apron and all!”

“I guess that makes me the dopey husband?”

“You aren’t dumb though. I’d never marry someone dumb.”

“Good to know.” He looked at the freshly cleaned linoleum floor with a subtle grin and blush.

“Why? Are you wanting to play mommy and daddy?” She giggled with her tongue peaking behind a bright smile.

“Only always.” He gave her the smile the dopey husband does when he realizes his wife is perfect in a sitcom.

“Too bad this isn’t our little house then. Then we go off to our bedroom and no one could say a thing about it.” She whispered and put her arms around his neck. Putting his arms around her in response was something he did without even thinking.

“Maybe I can sneak back over later.”

“Maybe you should. I am feeling awfully domestic.” She tilted her head at him. “And if I recall, daddy is a role you’re interested in, correct?”

“Only in the terms discussed. Not interested in being an actual dad.” He chuckled nervously.

“You’re silly you know what I meant. I’m not going to be making you dad anytime soon don’t worry about it.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting because that implies that eventually, you would be.”

“Do you even want kids?” She asked genuinely.

“No idea.” He answered just as honestly. “I figured that was a future me problem.” He nodded. “What about you?”

“I don’t know either. Maybe. It sounds cute sometimes. But others it makes me nauseous.”

“Well, I won’t be making you a mommy anytime soon so don’t worry that pretty head over it.”

“Good to know.” She chuckled.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t practice.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she went into a round of giggles. He kissed her neck playfully and she sighed into his touch.

“We would be SO good at it by the time we wanted kids.” She laughed.

“You saying we’re bad now? I disagree.” He was kissing along her collarbones with smooches.

“No that’s not what I meant.”

“Because I can remind you of how we don’t suck together.” He kissed her as she laughed.

“Oh, we most certainly do.” She cooed and kissed him back.

“Mmph yeah I’m sneaking over tonight. It’s the apron I’m telling you. Sexy as hell.” They spoke between kisses and laughter.

“I’ll only wear it then.”

“Ugh. This domestic mama. Mmm!” He took her face and kissed her again. “Don’t bend over to get the cookies out of the oven if you catch my drift.” He gave her a corny laugh and sucked his teeth.

“Oh! Speaking of I need to check those.” She moved to wiggle out of his arms but he held her tight.

“Pay the toll.” He said puckering his lips and she kissed him without hesitation. He swooned a bit as she walked away. He wish he could be as honest about this domestic energy as she was. Imagining himself having someone who did this kind of thing had never occurred to him. But the idea of it rapidly became a new fantasy for him.

“You go ahead and join the boys, I’m gonna rack these.” She turned to give him a nod.

“You sure?”

“Grab a beer and go sit on the couch, daddy. Mommy’s got the sweets handled.” She winked.

“Fuckin… don’t.” His smile said 'yes please more for the love of all things holy keep teasing me like this' but his pointed finger told her they couldn’t. He sneakily grabbed her ass and stole another kiss before doing as he was told.

Star stood at an angle to watch the three best men she’d ever known laugh together on her worn couch, in her humble little decorated house. Her eyes burned with tears. Eddie and Wayne with no awkwardness between them sat leg to leg while they made each laugh with one-liners. Robby sat in the recliner and joined in when Wayne would pick on Eddie. It was perfect, she thought. Star took a minute to herself, sneaking out the back door for a cigarette to feel the cold on her glistening skin from the heat of the oven in the small kitchen. The cool breeze made her moan at the relief. She saw Wayne's Truck, her car, and Robbie all in the driveway. It felt right. This should be how full it always is, she thought. She imagined the younger Hellfire members getting cars and parking them over. She thought of a Christmas party or a big New Years' bash to watch the ball drop and have cars lined out into the street to include everyone she now called her friend. Despite the biting cold Star felt a warmth inside she knew the chill couldn’t touch. She felt the love and she felt loved. Life had surprised her so much with her relatively short time in Hawkins. For the first time she could recall, she was excited about what the future would bring. What other changes, just like the ones that had passed already that she hadn’t seen coming would be coming her way? She wasn’t scared for the first time in a long time. She knew she’d have to pull cards about it later.

For now, she’d wipe off her happy tears and go snuggle in next to Eddie. She’d have a cocktail and they'd talk. She’d send him off with a kiss and he’d come back to repay the favor later tonight. She’d never dreamed of life this good for herself. She didn’t think it was possible. But here she was. She looked forward to proving herself wrong once again in the future.

Eddie was snoring in her bed behind her. He’d come back over and they’d gotten some good baby-making practice in. Her cards hadn't been far from her mind all night. She raised to her elbow, propping up to get them from her nightstand. Eddie’s arms pulled her back in, his head nuzzling against her back. She reached to rub his hand on her chest and it seemed to soothe him.

“What’s coming?” She whispered. "What does this next year hold for me?” She shuffled messily as she preferred.

She began her usual three-card spread. A high priestess appeared and she made an exaggerated thinking face at her appearance. This seemed like it directly aligned with what she’s been thinking about the significance of the day she’d had. Next, the ten of cups. A card she’d pulled for Eddie before. It was the happy ending of cards. She swallowed and hesitantly pulled another. The three of swords.

“There's the catch.” She whispered with a creased brow. It was a curious combination. All this promise and then a gray outlook on big emotion. And so specifically about love. She tucked the deck back into its belt bag and turned back to Eddie. She took him into her arms and let him make his happy puppy sounds as he kissed and cuddled her.

All this divine power within her will bring forth something in the darkness. A bright happy outlook that meant everything would be okay but then… What big emotion would end in hurt and lead to a better thing for her? The card was temporary, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt. What an odd trio she thought. She fell asleep with her fingers playing with Eddie’s hair. A soothing habit she’d picked up. She hoped her dreams would grant her some clarity. But her conscious life was already giving her enough hints.

-

Wayne walked in after work to find something new. Eddie was fast asleep on the couch, the tv on and the remote on the floor. This in itself wasn’t unusual. The fact that Star was fast asleep on top of him was. Eddie’s arm was around her, hand in her hair. His other clutched tightly by her on his chest pressed against her mouth. He wished he had a camera. When he sat his lunch pail down on the counter Eddie awoke. He was flustered, hair sticking up on one side as he finally eyed Wayne.

“Oh hey. Wait. Shit. What time is it?”

“Shh. You’ll wake the baby.” Wayne smiled and nodded at Eddie. He looked at the sleeping woman on his chest.

“She tried to last through the movie but she couldn’t.” Eddie smiled and ran his hand through her hair, all wavy and wonky from being in a bun for work.

“This happen often?”

“No. She worked a double and came over. She’s exhausted.”

“They work that poor girl too hard.”

“I know. She keeps covering for people.” Eddie whispered to Wayne, his hand over Star's ear to not disturb her.

“There’s food?” Wayne asked as he opened the fridge.

“Yeah she came over and cooked and we studied. We’ve got that class together and we’ve got a test coming up.”

“Let me get this right. She worked a double. Covering for someone. Then came to YOU and then cooked for you after working all day?”

“I tried to stop her. I got her to stop studying and watch a movie with me. She agreed when I told her I’d rub her head. The bun she wears for work hurts her when she wears it too long.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and Wayne wanted to cry. He lazily ran his hand through her hair. “Don’t tell her I told you this but I rubbed her feet too so don’t lecture me about letting her do all that after working all day before I tried to stop her.”

“Then I won't.” He said leaning on the kitchen counter to face them. “But you know what else I’m gonna say.”

“I know. I’m waiting.” Eddie mumbled.

“On what exactly?”

“Graduation.”

“Really? Isn’t that a little far away?”

“Like five months?”

“That’s a long time to suffer in silence, Eddie.”

“I want to tell her, I do.” He sighed.

“Then do it.”

“I want to wait in case it goes bad. Then we won’t be in school anymore and it won’t ruin everything for everyone around us.”

“You’ve thought about this.” It wasn't a question, but a statement.

“A lot.” He muttered.

“Well, whenever you tell her. Or hell maybe she’ll do it first if you’re gonna wait that damn long. I know it’ll go well. Take it from an old man who’s seen some shit.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“And when I am right. I wanna remind you I’ve got some of your mom's old rings. If you end up needing them. Just saying. “ he held his hands up when Eddie gave him a sarcastic look. “ That girl is no more messed up than any of us lot. She’s an angel Eddie. You keep her or you’ll regret it.”

“I know.” He whispered, looking down at her and touching her hair. He touched her face, and it caused her to stir. “Hey hun, wake up. Wayne’s crashed the party.”

She blinked and looked completely out of her element. Her hair was lopsided and crinkled. She had fabric indents on her face from how long she’d been on Eddie’s chest asleep. A little drool sat in the corner of her mouth from how hard she’d been out.

“Huh?” She turned her head toward the light in the kitchen.

“Morning darlin'.” Wayne waved at her. “I’d ask if you slept well but you seem to have answered that for me.”

“Wayne?”

“Howdy.” He chuckled at her as she got her bearings.

“Food!” Said loudly, remembering and making Eddie jump. “The leftovers are in the fridge for you.”

“I found them thank you. You didn’t need to do that.”

“Needed to make sure you boys ate.” She rubbed her eyes and Wayne shot him a look. He pointed to the ring finger on his left hand and tapped it.

“How about we get in my bed? Let Wayne have the couch back. You don’t have to wake up yet.”

“Please.” She simply said. Groaning as she pushed herself into a seated position.

“C’mon sleeping beauty.” He hoisted her up and she giggled. She put her arms around him and plonked her face to his shoulder. Wayne gave him a thumbs up at the move.

“Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Wayne waved as they passed but Star was already half asleep again with her face buried in Eddie's hair. He heard the door click closed. Then a giggle. Yeah, those kids would be alright.

PART 15

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Ignorance is bliss

Summary: Jacob and his childhood best friend slowly realise their feelings while trying to survive the quarry.

Pairing: Jacob Custos x nameless/female!OC

Warnings: jealousy, cringe dialogue, miscommunication trope, pure ignorance

TW: none i think (i hope, please tell me if there are i will gladly tag them)

Chapter 1:

„alright kids, go get your water bottles filled up and then go to…Ryan?“ i asked questionably while looking at Kaitlyn, my childhood best friend. she nodded without looking up from the clipboard in her hands.

the kids run off without another question, probably more than happy to get some rest after that hike.

„ugh.“ i kneel down and let my head hang. „DUDE! already tired?!“ Jacob yells as he jogs to us two, from the back of the camp. „10 miles, dude, 10…miles…“ „and 20 kids,“ Kaitlyn adds and i lay down completely, feeling the cold dirt under my shaking legs. „i can’t feel my feet anymore.“ Jacob laughs and kneels down next to me, blocking the sun from my face. „Come on, we have to start the party.“ „mhm,“ my eyes stay closed and he laughs even more. „alright Jake, your musk is ruining my mood, don’t you have to do something? away from us?“ i open my eyes again and see the little fall Jacob’s face makes. „Kaiti, knock it off. we all stink. me probably the most,“ i sigh and stand up, „come on jakey poo, let’s shower.“ Jacob frowns at that nickname, his daily reminder of his first drunk peeing accident during our freshmen year. „dude! i don’t smell,“ he almost pouts. „okay, i do and i don’t want some kids sneaking a look so you can stay watch.“ Kaitlyn scoffs at Jacob’s expression and turns around, concentrating on her work again.

„do i actually smell?“ „Yes, Jacob. we all do. that’s not why i wanted you to come with me,“ he paused and i could see the gears in his head turn, „huh?“

„because i want to hear the newest tea about you and Emma?“ „oh.“ he grinned and sat down on one of the benches turned away from me, while i undressed and got in the shower. „Now spill.“ „uh- we kissed…yesterday.“ „and?“ „well…it was nice. but she made clear that it’s just a summer fling. like…yeah. i agree.“ „really?“ i couldn’t believe he was that logical for once. „duh. our college is way further than hers, like 6 states or so. it won’t work. and…we had that plan for…ever and she has her plans…“ „huh,“ i peaked out of the shower, „you actually believe that? are you really that logical when it comes to love?“

„dude,“ he frowned at me and i couldn't keep my smile contained. „i’m just asking.“ „i worked hard for the scholarship. and we are not in love,“ he scoffs but i could hear a little something in his voice. „sure jakey poo.“ „alright. what about you and…drew?“ „Dylan,“ i corrected. He knows his name and was only asserting unnecessary dominance, typical footballer, „we are friends. he is 100% more gay than bi. and i am as you know, not in search of love a month away from the move. since i am,“ i come out the shower with a towel around me and stand in front of him, „that logical when it comes to love.“ he opens his eyes and gives me a questionable look. „senior-you would be impressed. you left a lot of broken heart around.“

„yeah? good that we’re leaving then huh,“ i say while getting out my new clothes that are more evening appropriate, as in black jeans and a white and black striped turtleneck sweater to keep the bugs away. i turn to the sink to apply the sunscreen and Jacob looks away again. my towel falls to the floor and i start to smear the cream around with a sigh. „how many days do we have left?“ „like 2.“ „damn dude.“ „damn Daniel.“ i snort at his ancient reference. „i think i will actually miss this.“ „really?“ ��yeah. the hiking, the nature…the late night activities.“ he snorts now, „what are your late night activities?“ „well, the girls’ cabin is full of party when Emma’s…busy. the pillow fights we have had…“ i was lying straight through my teeth. But Dylan, Ryan, Kaitlyn and i have sneaked out more than once to meet up at the camp fire for deep discussions about god and the world. with the appropriate music of course. the main reason why me and Dylan were so close, was because of our similar music taste. „alright, sure dude. just say you’re jealous of me and go,“ he grins and my towel hits his face. „Dude!“ „i am most definitely not jealous of your summer fling. if i wanted to i could.“ „mhm.“ „What? Nick is a manwhore. Abigail deserves someone better.“ „Nick?“ Jacob asked quietly. „what?“

„is Nick even your type?“ i pause. …Nick was just a smidge taller than me, i liked them taller and bigger…and he was too ‚well, actually-‚ for me. „yeah,“ i shrugged and at the same time shrugged off the weird feeling i got the more i thought about my type. „huh.“ „what?“ „you flirted with my team and now you’re after the cook?“ „whaaat? i like food.“ he laughs and leans back, still with his eyes closed. „you like muscles more.“ „shut up.“ „eh.“ „alright, you never had a crush on anyone and now you’re telling me so found your soulmate in the woods?“ „soulmate?! we are not soulmates.“ „are we not jakey-boy?“ we both jump and scream in shock. „Emma! you scared me to death.“ she giggles and bows at the door before walking further inside. „Em…“ Jacob turns towards the door and opens his eyes, Emma’s are on me instead. She raises her eyebrows at the situation she caught the two of us in, but only jokingly, she told me all about the situation. Assuring that it was nothing more than a fling and she had no real hard feelings. Without me showing any interest in knowing but yeah. typical Emma. „i- was only joking.“ Emma hums and sits down on the other side of the bench, furthest away from Jacob. „what are you two doing?“

„i needed to shower, i smelled like a bear. he should too, but he’s aqua-phobic it seems.“ Emma smirks. „Is he?“ and finally looked at him. he looked like a goldfish, his mouth agape, not really sure what to say to not bust his chances. „i-.“ my sunscreen was dry so i throw on my sweater and grabs the rest of my belongings, including the towel in Jacob’s hands, ready to get away from the sexual tension. „i’ll leave you two, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do,“ i yell over my shoulder and walk out, bringing my old clothes to my cabin and then get to the campfire. i had begun this habit of thinking extra hard about my next steps, every time i knew Jacob and Emma were together… but my mind is busy the second i was down the stairs of my cabin again, since Dylan’s arm falls on my shoulder. „hey there Partygirl, ready for the almost last party?“ i hum and smile up at him, „ready as i’ll ever be.“ he grins and i continue, „and remember, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…“ he groans and pulls me to the lodge, where i meet Jacob’s…mad face while walking past the showers. did something go wrong with Emma? „guess what i’ve heard?“ Dylan got me out of my thoughts again. „eh yes?“ my eyes snap to him again and i can hear Jacob stomping down the stairs behind us. something definitely went wrong there. „The kids voted on the two best counsellors…and we two are in the lead.“

„me? against Emma?“ „yes ma’am.“ „damn.“ we walk over the small bridge crossing the river and his arms falls from my shoulder. we two walk on without it.

„but yeah. of course. we are the best. i would have never doubted us in a second,“ i exaggerate and he shakes his head. „a little more confidence, woman. i notice the looks you get.“ „mhm,“ my mind was elsewhere, Ryan and the kids were sailing on the lake. „look Ryan,“ i point to the lake and Dylan steps away from me immediately. i snort, „alright Dylan. i think Ryan noticed your crush a long time ago. no need to act like you are uninterested in women.“ „what?“ Dylan was busy waving at Ryan and the kids. „your sailor will come to shore eventually, don’t worry.“ Dylan sat down on the logs and got out the guitar from the tent, jamming along and turning it some more. i search for the lighter instead. without finding it. „hey dylan- oh hi guys.“ Emma, Jacob and Abigail were walking down the small hill, Jacob furthest away from Emma. „did any of you see the lighter?“ Emma gets it out of her pocket with a wink. „i won’t ask why you had that…should i check him for any markings?“ i joke but Jacob doesn’t listen, he’s deep in his thoughts. „…Jake?“ „wha-?“ „where were you just now?“ Emma asks grinning, mischievous sparkles in her eyes. Abigail gets away from their energy and instead helps me getting out the food and drinks from the tent. „we need more wood…“ Dylan mutters but makes no effort to gather any. typical. „well.“ i stem my hands in my hips and wanted to order Emma and Jacob to get more wood but she was faster than me. „You did enough here already, how about you and Jake walk to the stack and get it.“ i pause. why would she pass up that chance…? „alright…“ i exchange looks with Jacob, but he still seems far far away from me. mentally. he follows me without a word.

„jacob.“ he walked on, not noticing i stopped after we two were out of reach from the others. he looks back with a confused look, his eyes snap open once he sees how far away i am and comes back to me. „what’s wrong?“ he asks and i scoff. „i could ask you the same, what happened between you and Em in the shower house?“ he falters and his eyes dart around, not meeting my eyes. „i- well. it…maybe i was a little stupid and-.“ „you’re not stupid.“ „yeah i know, but- i think i messed up.“

„between you and Emma? what happened?“ „nothing- nothing,“ he shakes his head, „we just talked and she opened my eyes a little and…yeah. i need to think.“ „alright…“ i give him a weirded out but still smiling look, „you get all the time you need…but i want to hear your solution.“

i pat his shoulder with an encouraging smile. „yeah…yeah…you definitely will,“ he laughs awkwardly one last time and i give him a suspicious look which he doesn’t meet. i walk on but he stands still, so i drag him by the biceps until we were by the big wood pile of Mr. H. the stack of woods that i gather into my hands is promptly removed by Jacob. „hey-.“ „i’ll carry it. you’re still exhausted from the hike.“ „uh-,“ he doesn’t let any discussion happen so i stack the wood in his hands and we walk back without a word. when we’re back, everyone is already there and Dylan was playing the first song. Mr. H makes way for us and Jacob lets the pieces fall into the pit, the kids marvel at his strength and he plays it up a bit while we all laugh. his eyes skip Emma’s and fall to me for the first time during his usual posing and i frown confused. Emma gives me another wink and i laugh embarrassed. somehow she got the memo but i hadn’t. then Nick appears and yells for dinner and the moment is gone again. everyone, including Ryan, Dylan and Kaitlyn run for the lodge and Nick waits for me, as usual, but Jacob and Emma insert themselves into our conversation. Abigail walks next to me but doesn’t say anything; her glances say everything there is to know. „how was your day Nick?“ i ask and Jacob closes his, normally overly excited open mouth with a humph. „it was alright. i had time to walk around, saw you guys working,“ he laughs and i laugh as well. „really? we were pretty far out.“ „yeah i saw you at the beginning of the hike, i was on the way to…“ he pauses and i continue. „to the art station? because that’s where we started.“

„eh yeah. my feet just guided me.“ „mhmmm,“ i tease and Abigail’s big eyes snap towards me and i give her a small teasing push and an eyebrow wiggle once Nick looks away.

„you know, i bench pressed the kids today,“ Jacob looks towards Nick, me and Abigail as he said that, Emma was looking ahead with a smile, watching some kids wait for us. „really?“ Nick asked, „that’s a lot. i don’t believe that.“ „well. Kait is my witness.“ „i believe him,“ i mutter mindlessly, more watching the kids as well, „he bench presses a lot. like a lot a lot.“ „yeahhhh,“ Jacob puffs up his chest and grins while Nick shakes his head laughing. „okay, sure. your bff will always have your back. that’s not a credible source.“

„excuse you? are you insinuating i lie?“ Nick looks at me with a panicked look and backtracks immediately. „no- i mean when it comes to him, more likely, but-.“ „i’m joking Nick,“ i laugh, shaking my head and Jacob laughs. „can’t even tell when she’s joking…“ he gives me a look behind Nick’s back and i give him a mean look and roll my eyes. he always did that with Nick since the first day of camp, teasing and borderline bullying him. out of the corner out my eye i can see a black-haired woman wave at us. Kaitlyn. „Guys, come on, this isn’t high school, mommy won’t cook you more if you come late. you two should know that,“ she pointed at me and Jacob, most definitely hinting at the times where we were late for ‚family’ dinner aka the dinner all of our families shared on a monthly basis. „Okay, Okay Kait, don’t eat my food again!“ i run on and Jacob follows me immediately, catching me on the steps and throwing me over his shoulder. „i caught us a tasty dessert, kids,“ he yells once he kicked open the door, to Mr. H. disapproving look. but the kids love it. Jacob walks a victory lap with me and then jokingly almost throws me into the fireplace in the middle before setting me down. i hit his chest with a heave and sit down next to Kait, who already gathered my food. „Dude, not for me?“

„no can do, my loyalty is only enough for one meal.“ „wow,“ he deadpans and gets his food alone at the station.

In the meantime our bench got full with little admiring kids and he had to sit down elsewhere. i did not really notice, i was too busy entertaining the kids with stories about the fearless Kaitlyn.

A/N: this is a pretty old fic i wrote and left forgotten in my notes but it is finished so i wanted to share it :) i will post the other parts eventually, with some edits and what not since the formatting here is pretty off compared to my usual writing program.

anyways.

hope you liked it!

#jacob custos #jacob custos imagines #the quarry fanfic #jacob the quarry #jacob custos fanfic #idk how to tag stuff

[having-conniptions]

KinnPorsche ep 4 Rewatch Rambles:

Hahaha Pete and Porsche being besties and joking around while Kinn is having a whole crisis about kissing Porsche

VEGAS WITH THE LIGHTER ugh I know he's just trying to get on Porsche's good side but damn he's good at it

Lmao jealous Kinn is almost as scary as jealous Mile

And again I'm distracted from the awkward "do you remember what happened last night" convo by the huge Deutsche Bank building lol

POL NOT NOW

KINN'S SMILE WHEN HE SEES PORSCHE IN THE SAUNA THAT MAN IS WHIPPED ALREADY

The way he sits right next to Porsche after putting more water on the hot rocks AND PUTS HIS ARM BEHIND PORSCHE LIKE A SCHOOLBOY TRYING TO GET HIS ARM AROUND HIS CRUSH BY STRETCHING OHMAHGAH

He has such a crush on Porsche "isn't your girlfriend mad that you're here?" is like 1 step away from "so, uh, are you single? Do you like men?"

"Since I've been here, I haven't seen you with any girls" yeah Porsche and what is that telling you? You literally escorted his hookup home. CLUELESS BISEXUAL BEHAVIOR

"If you were a girl, would you like a guy like me" KINN IS TRYING SO HARD TO FLIRT I'M SORRY KINN YOUR CRUSH IS THE MOST OBLIVIOUS GUY ON EARTH

Yeah yeah it's cute that he just keeps Porsche's head in his lap and smiles like that BUT PORSCHE JUST FAINTED GET HIM TF OUT OF THAT SAUNA YOU DIMWIT

Fuckkkk Vegas Bible is so pretty

I wanna steal Vegas' wardrobe, at least the less obnoxious shirts and that necklace he's wearing

Early VegasPete interactions... boyyyy they don't know what's coming

Jealous Kinn ayyyyy

Oh yeah just squeeze a little cheese ad into this very tense and awkward situation

BIBLE'S SOFT VOICE ADDS SO MUCH TO VEGAS AS A CHARACTER I AM (STILL) IN LOVE

I replayed Tankhun hitting Vegas in the head several times and at 0.75x speed bc it just never stops being funny

Porsche bragging to Big about being in the sauna with Kinn xD poor Big, he's been through enough

Especially bc he was supposed to bring the paper bag to Kinn (knowing damn well what's inside and who it's for) so I really can't be mad at him for transferring that responsibility to Porsche

Now I want a teddy bear like Arm's to hide behind, the secondhand embarrassment is too much

Lmao Big thought Porsche would be shocked that Kinn's gay, I smell internalized homophobia 👀

Porsche's little speech and Kinn watching with a that smile ahh

Pete is so cute aaaaaa

"Kissing is for people that we like only"

CHAYYYY MY BABYYY

JEFF I MEAN WIK I MEAN KIM I MEAN AAAA PRETTY BOY I WANNA STEAL HIS GENDER AND ALL OF HIS JEWELLERY

HIS SMILE AHHHH

HIS FACE WHEN CHAY KNOWS ALL THE WIK MVs THAT HAVE CATS IN THEM

At that point he didn't know who Chay was right?

"Take off your shirt" and I oop-

"He's mad, so he returned you to me" - "if he hadn't returned me, would you ever think of taking me back" I'm gonna break something

Just remembered what happens after the diamond auction - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why did it have to happen like that

THE CORKBOARD

Why is Pete the only one wearing a black turtleneck instead of a white shirt? Why are Ken and Arm not wearing ties? I really thought their dress code would be more strict

VEGAS SEEING RIGHT THROUGH KINN'S LIE ABOUT TANKHUN BEING MAD AND RETURNING PORSCHE

"Saved by the bell" ashdjskdmfnsjdkdb

Tay! Give me your gender! Ahhhh he's so beautiful

Lol everyone sees through Kinn's lie EVERYONE BUT PORSCHE ONCE AGAIN FOR FUCK'S SAKE

Porsche trying to ask Kinn if it's ok for him to accept the water + Kinn trying to smile at Porsche = recipe for disaster

I can't believe I didn't realize it was Vegas who had Porsche kidnapped when I watched for the first time - but then again I was pirating it and the quality was fucked so I couldn't see shit and I didn't know anyone's voices well enough yet

But oh my god "I'll try to be gentle" AAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK BIBLE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

Lol I paused at exactly the right moment to see that Vegas had a bit of a wardrobe slip-up... his black boxer briefs are visible through his white pants lol

WHEN HE FLIPS PORSCHE OVER LIKE THAT UMMMM I-

Oh no I know what's coming. Kinn no. He's drugged. KINN. STOP.

Yes he threw up but he's obviously not sober. The whole scene just makes me uncomfortable

On another note, Kinn's tits. 10/10

Porsche agrees

I'm sorry I just can't enjoy this scene as a fan of 1) slow-burn and 2) consent

Finally I'm seeing Vegas' ass in full HD - why is he naked while smoking in front of the mirror in a room full of candles anyway, like just for the aesthetic or...?

The "reveal" that he was the one who had Porsche kidnapped - THAT I MISSED WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT BC HIS FACE WAS SO PIXELATED I WAS LIKE WHO TF IS THAT GUY STANDING IN A DARK ROOM WITH RED LIGHTING I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS FACE

This is the only reason why paying for TV shows kinda pays off

#these keep getting longer i am so sorry #but on the other hand im not fircing anyone to read them lol #this is just me blogging into the void bc it's more fun if i can share my reactions #kinnporsche rewatch #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche ep 4

[guzmapkmn-archive]

slides in to ur ask box hello dearest friend silver i bring you my finest manwhore to gush abt. am i ok to call him a manwhore here, if not i mean uh my beloved my sweet sweet baby my skrunkly bingo boingo whom i despise—

i think about this image on the fucking daily bro his hands ????? with his gay little gloves ???? and the unbuttoned shirt ???????? i am going to kiss him so bad i’m gonna hold those fine hands and waltz with him im gonna faceplant into his chest and give him a big ol hug and pick him up off the ground and spin around w him (he is much bigger than me but idc i Will do it.) they’ve given this man so many outfit changes and they’re all so so gay like. black turtleneck? lab coat? a full body harness????? this outfit aka my favourite???? you cannot tell me this man isn’t a homosexual and holding my hands 24/7

i knead him like dough i bake him into bread i hate him so much (affectionate) thank you cirrus that is all i hope ur night gets better now that g.otham dvd is working <3

- @ko-maedas

YESSSS THE SCRUNKLY MANWHORE WOOOO clapping and cheering ‼️‼️ that man is wearing the gayest little outfit of all the time omg... he looks like he'd be so smug asking you for just ONE kiss knowing you just can't resist!!! And then one kiss turns into 100 which was his plan all along >:3c

#mailbox.txt #ko-maedas #neo!! ☁️ #EEEEEEE it is much better now i hope your night is going well too thank u ily

[mogai-sunflowers]

Hmm... As a coiner, I imagine you get a lot of requests, so how about a game to distract you? So... What is your favorite fictional relationship? Which character gives you the most gender envy? Which character do you think would have an identity more similar (If not identical) to yours? And, just to finish because I have little space to write, tell me a character and a label OF YOUR CREATION that you think they would use (I hope this sounds like fun and not literally an scary interview)

anon i love u /p i love getting asks like this ahhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you! okay here goes!!! putting under a cut because this got longggggg /pos

1- favorite fictional relationship

this is like. hard to answer because i love so many fictional relationships. and it also depends on the kind of relationship so i guess my favorite fictional romantic relationship is kurt and blaine (klaine) from glee. i feel like, while glee is undoubtedly a show with a large amount of issues, and in my humble queer opinion is not nearly as queer-friendly as it's lauded to be, it does a good job of portraying that queer relationships can be just as fucking toxic and messy as non-queer ones. both the characters are flawed but have emotional depth, the relationship is very toxic at some points but it provides both the characters the space they need to grow as people which is ultimately what makes it work, and it also deals with specific issues gay men can face from both within their romantic relationships, and outside them. also i just really love both the characters and think they're super cute togetherrrrrrrrr. here's a few pictures because. ahhhh.

[Image ID: Two photos of the same fictional couple, Klaine (Kurt and Blaine) from Glee. In the first picture, the couple, two thin white teenaged boys with short brown hair, are standing in a classroom at their school, with Blaine on the left in a grey blazer and Kurt in the right in a grey turtleneck sweater, each smiling and gazing into each others' eyes. In the second picture, the two are standing in front of a pink curtain and a mirror with lights on it for a photo-booth-esque prom photo shoot. Blaine is on the left in a standard black tuxedo and a red corsage, and Kurt is on the right in a black tuxedo jacket and black skirt, holding a crown scepter with a pink corsage, with his arm around Blaine's shoulder. Both are smiling. End ID.]

now, when it comes to my favorite fictional platonic relationship, no question it's travic (travis and vic) from station 19. i love both of the individual characters so much, and they're best friends and honestly for me their friendship is why i watch the show, it's just so wholesome and i love them so much. they're both amazing people and also both extremely adorable and i have a massive crush on both of them.

[Image ID: A photograph of two characters, Travis Montgomery and Victoria Hughes, from the show Station 19. The pair are sitting next to each other in front of a dusty brown wall, both dressed in their firefighter uniforms. Victoria, a light-skinned Black woman with hair pulled back in a tight bun, is sitting on the left with a wide smile, and Travis, a mixed white and Korean man with short dark brown hair, is sitting on the right and smiling brightly as well. End ID.]

2. character that gives me the most gender envy

this is such a good question and the answer is i don't know but probably magnus bane from shadowhunters. he's fairly flamboyant and openly queer and i just. idk. as a butch who's also femme he's perfect gender envy for me and i love him

[Image ID: A picture of Magnus Bane, a character from the show Shadowhunters, standing in his apartment while on the phone. He is of eastern-Asian descent, with a haircut that is half buzzed and half grown out and swooped over his head. He is wearing a long-sleeved maroon shirt with gold patterns on it, a few necklaces, silver rings, and black nail polish. In his hands he is holding a mostly empty glass that still has a drink in it. He has a serious look on his face. End ID.]

3. Which character do you think would have an identity more similar (If not identical) to yours?

okay so im a transmasc pan lesbian/sapphic and that's the exact hc i have for max from stranger things. which is actually uh. my pfp so yeah dasfadsf i love her and i will forever die on the hill that she is transmasc, pan, and lesbian and i love her so much

4. a character and a label of your creation that you think they would use

this is a good one and i honestly haven't thought about it that much but i think maybe scorpia from she-ra would identify as a sunflower sapphic. i definitely hc her as an ace sapphic but now that i think about it, she definitely seems much more interested in qpr and platonic stuff than in romance and she seems to get more squishes than actual romantic stuff. so while i dont exactly see her as omniaspec i do kinda see her as a sunflower sapphic (sapphic who is omniaspec but sapphic oriented)

#🌌written in the stars ; asks🌌 #anon feel free to send more of these i love thissss

[gay-cryptidz]

The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 2

Joel works up the courage to go to a gay bar

No TW for this one :)

Joel knew there was nothing to worry about. But still, he found himself struggling to steady his breathing as he mentally prepared himself to open the door. It's just a bar, he'd been in tons of bars. This was different, of course.

Deep breath, open the door, walk in. You're fine, you're okay.

Just as he was considering turning back and going back home to watch cheesy action movies by himself and wallow in self pity, someone else approached the door. He stepped inside hurriedly before poking his head outside again and looking at Joel curiously.

"Did you wanna come inside or are you waiting for someone?"

He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, maybe younger if he didn't have that sort of tiredness in his eyes that's only acquired with age and the constant stress of adult life.

Joel realised he was staring. The stranger in front of him seemed to give someone inside a wave before he stepped back outside. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering him one before lighting his own.

"Lemme guess, first time?"

Joel simply nodded, a little dumbfounded. The fluffy-haired man smiled at him warmly.

"Nothing to be nervous about, everyone here is really nice, at least as far as the staff goes. 'Sides, it's just like any other bar, except with less rednecks"

Joel managed a small smile at that himself.

"You here often?"

"I work here. I'm Desmond"

"Oh. Joel, hi"

"Nice to meet you, Joel"

Desmond smiled like he meant it. Maybe this evening would be fine after all.

"Hey, how about we go in together and I get you a drink on the house? You look like you could use something to calm your nerves"

Joel nodded sheepishly. Desmond took one last drag of his cigarette and held the door for him as he walked in.

At first glance, the inside of the bar looked... well, like the inside of a bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Joel wasn't sure what he expected but the normality took him by surprise somehow. He looked around some more as he followed Desmond to the large wooden counter. The thing that stood out most were the people, some of them in outfits that would be considered pretty eccentric in any other context. Everyone just seemed so... relaxed? He wasn't sure how to describe it, there was a general air of comfort and safety filling the space that almost managed to push all his worries and insecurities away.

It was nice. This was nice.

He marvelled at patrons casually flirting and laughing and showing affection towards each other. At the fact that there seemed to be no tension, no dirty looks or rude comments, no looking around anxiously trying to figure out who may or may not pose a threat, when Desmond's voice sounded behind him.

"So, what do you think? Pretty cozy, right?"

Joel turned around to face him and, realising he had been hovering near the counter awkwardly, took a seat.

"It's great"

He still felt a little lost in this new world.

"So what can I get ya?"

"I'll take a beer. Thanks"

He smiled at Desmond, more genuinely this time, and took a moment to look at him a little more closely while waiting for his drink.

He was dressed in stereotypical bartender fashion, white button-up shirt and suspenders and a black turtleneck peeking out from his collar. He carried himself with a sort of smoothness, grabbing a tall glass without looking while taking another patron's order, moving around with purpose in every step, seemingly knowing his way around the various shelves and bottles instinctively. And always with a little smile on his face that just seemed so real.

Joel thanked him again when he handed him his drink. Desmond looked around one more time before pouring a glass of some long drink Joel couldn't identify and taking a sip, leaning on the counter near him.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Uh... god, I'm not sure... around seven years now I think? First job I actually managed to keep"

So he was twenty-eight at least, Joel had guessed about right earlier. Well, unless they were hiring bartenders below the legal drinking age.

"What about you, what do you do?"

"Contractor. My brother and I own a construction company"

"Oh sweet, I should introduce you to my landlord since she apparently has no idea those exist", Desmond laughed. "It's a wonder nobody died yet, those shit apartments seem like they're gonna collapse at any second!"

Joel grinned at that.

"Well, keep giving me free beer and maybe I can be convinced to personally come over and fix your shit apartment"

He cringed at his own words. That was a weird thing to say to a stranger. Right? Well, Desmond didn't seem to mind at least.

"Oh, please do! I'm one loose-floorboard-toe-stub away from losing it!"

They both grinned at each other. Joel decided this was definitely a good idea after all.

He spent the rest of the evening sitting at the counter. One day he'd work up the courage to actually talk to people but for now he was content just sipping his drink and chatting with Desmond about nothing in particular whenever he had some time. His initial anxiety quickly died down, replaced with the sense of comfort the place seemed to give all its patrons.

After a few hours, the bar got quite busy and it took a while until he walked up to Joel again, looking a little exhausted now.

"Hey, you got the time?"

Joel checked the shitty watch he bought to replace his old broken one, too lazy to just get it fixed.

"Midnight soon"

Desmond nodded and poured himself another drink. Joel took note of his habit of tapping the glass three times with his index finger whenever he picked it up. Silence fell over them for the first time this night, Desmond looking intently at the wall opposite of them or glancing at the door, until another customer approached the counter. Desmond smiled at him and gave a small nod.

"Hey, I'll be with you in a sec, let me just finish my drink"

The man didn't give an answer, opting to stay where he was standing near Joel. Desmond downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

"Shift's over. It was nice to meet you, see ya around sometime? I'm here around this time most days", Desmond said and gave Joel another smile while putting on his coat and grabbing his backpack.

"Yeah, I think I'll come here more often"

"Cool, don't leave me hangin'!"

With a wave to the other bartender, he left, along with the stranger. Must be his friend, Joel guessed, and refused to acknowledge the tiny twinge of jealousy at the thought of the man being more than that.

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[officerslog]

spock & gender/sexuality.

as i've mentioned before, spock transitioned socially and physically exceptionally early, as he knew extremely young that he did not feel a connection with his assigned sex. amanda advocated for her son, as she always had, and sarek did his own part in his own way, too.

he was put on puberty blockers young which kept him happy and later started to take testosterone throughout much of his developmental years (and still does, into his adulthood), yet in his late teens, before deciding to attend starfleet academy, he elected to receive top surgery to ensure a level of comfort that hormones could not quite achieve.

rest under cut here as it gets a little nsfw in the next paragraph.

down the line, probably around 21 or 22, he also got bottom surgery and since it's the star trek universe and it's like. so long into the future, i'm going to say that the surgical procedures surrounding gender affirming care are probably close to entirely perfected, meaning he never needed to worry about scars on his arm/thigh or loss of sensation in his lower regions, and that shit is fully operational (hallelujah). as a transmasc dude i say he gets to be HAPPY and well-endowed.

in his present timeline, spock doesn't struggle super often with his dysphoria any longer, as he's been fully transitioned for like... a decade plus depending on where we're looking in the timeline regarding my main verse. it is something he does grapple with occasionally, but not nearly as often as when he was a teenager.

he's obviously very physically fit (as seen here, here, and here) and he maintains his physical form pretty rigorously, because it makes him feel good mentally, physically, and emotionally.

in terms of dress he typically follows a more formal kind of casualwear (see this post for a visual), and his typical out-of-uniform attire is a button up with slacks or a solid black tight-fitting crewneck or turtleneck with slacks also or perhaps cargo pants. he likes dress shoes and boots.

sometimes he wears eyeshadow also, because he likes it, though he doesn't tend to wear other makeup simply because he doesn't care for the feeling of it on his face, and not because he has any sort of complex about it.

being super fucking tall even for a vulcan helps him, as he stands at a staggering 7 feet, which is massive for most humanoids, and also super gender affirming for him.

occasionally he grows some facial hair and tends to have a 5 o'clock shadow when he isn't diligent about shaving, though he isn't super into having a beard or anything, so he always shaves it before it reaches that point. he's pleased he can grow a pretty impressive one if he wanted to, though, as he has before (see dsc season 2).

spock is very secure in his identity and knows with certainty he is regarded clearly and entirely as a man not just by himself but by everyone else, and the fact of the matter is that there are like a handful of people in the universe that even know he's trans as it is, as it's only mentioned in parts of his medical file that are only visible to the captain and cmo. he doesn't usually disclose this information about himself either for personal peace of mind.

in regards to his sexuality it took him several years to realize that he's gay, and it was only something he began to give significant thought to when he was a teenager, though he avoided the subject for the most part for many years, thinking that it wouldn't matter as he was betrothed to t'pring in their youth, and he would be obligated to her in that regard.

we know what happens with t'pring so i won't get super into that (other than to say i love her so bad and if she's free on tuesday i'm also free on tuesday), but it's only really when spock meets someone that he has romantic feelings for that he can't ignore that he fully realizes and accepts that he's gay. he'd never given it much thought (he has always known he's gay he simply never acknowledged it beyond that) because he felt that romantic relationships were not something he'd experience for a multitude of reasons. those reasons being for the most part due to his emotional instability, his career, and struggling with feeling like he isn't deserving of love in the first place.

that being said, he's fairly open about his sexuality if asked about it, as it isn't as private to him as his gender identity, though spock is in general notoriously private as it is. his sexuality is obvious if you just pay attention to him though. and once he and his partner start dating it's impossible to hide because he's the most smitten person in the alpha and beta quadrants and everyone knows it. <3

#LORE.

[i-smell-sass]

You didn't see that coming?~ [Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Reader] Pt2 : Date night

Requested: Yes/No Warning(s): uhhh gay touchy touch? awkwardness, NSFW? Smut or Fluff: mostly fluff, flirting and a BIT of smut at the end (skip if u don't want) Part 1

(M/N = middle name) (also this is after AOU (obviously) and kinda after/during civil war but kinda not but yk Bucky and Thor and the whole gang is there)

stark headquarters, Friday night

2nd person pov

You were sitting with Natasha in her room, humming as you looked over your outfits and what yo u bought before going to the party stark was throwing for your welcome into the avengers team, then going out after with Pietro to a restaurant.

as you could hear the music thumping off the speakers and into the room, you sighed and straightened the suit you were wearing, it was casual, but not too careless, though not to boogie either. You were wearing a watch tony gave you as a welcome gift to finally be one of the avengers, he gave everyone a little gift, to be honest. You were wearing a white blazer with a Black turtleneck underneath, some black ripped skinny jeans and some velvet boots. To be honest, you weren't really fond of expensive watches. You liked the ones that looked nice and managed to amaze you by how weird they were more. But once tony tries to forcefully gift you something there is no going back.

As you were standing in the elevator with Natasha, you let out an audible sigh, her giving you a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder, she was wearing a nice black lace-y top and black high-waist skinny jeans which had holes in them and some doc martens. You tugged on the collar of your suit jacket and let out a hum, being quite nervous to have a whole party dedicated to you. You could hear people chatting and mumbling, humming as the elevator stopped and FRIDAY announced that you had reached the floor you previously had pressed the button to stop on. The doors opened and everyone looked at you, the room being quiet of talking and only the sound of clattering of plates and glasses and the music in the background to be heard. You cleared your throat and tony smiled, raising his glass as he stepped off the small stage he was on, his typical suit on. (the outfits- Natasha)

(tony)

Tony walked over to you, smirking as he held his arms open and put his left arm around your shoulder, holding a glass with champagne in his other as he forcefully dragged you out the elevator. "guys! hey, see! its my lovely brother! Y/N! he did decide to show up! and because this party is for and about celebrating him joining the avengers, he's gonna say a couple words!" tony smirked and pushed you towards the small stage with a microphone in the middle. you nervously looked around as Thor gave you his signature dorky smile and a double thumbs up, he was wearing a black suit jacket/blazer and a black button-up shirt with an undone tie hanging around his neck (because who in Asgard knows how the fuck to do a tie) Pietro was standing there with two glasses of champagne in hand and smiling at you nervously, Wanda next to him holding onto his arm as she gave you a reassuring smile and waved a little, she was wearing a red satin dress that had a slit up the side, white glittery high heels and a black denim jacket over the dress, she also had some eyeliner and eye shadow on as swell as dark red lipstick. Pietro was matching with his sister by wearing a blue satin blazer, a black button-up shirt, a fly and some black dress pants.  Looking at the other side, you saw Steve and Bucky standing there, giving you empathetic smiles as they saw the look of panic and suffering on your face over needing to do a semi-public speech. Bucky was wearing a black button up shirt that had two buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't a quite formal guy and found blazers to be really tight and uncomfortable. (because let's be real he's one chonky boy and his man tits can barely fit into a button-up) His hair was quite long and wavy, going down to a bit over his shoulder blades. Steve was wearing a white blazer, red button-up shirt and black skinny jeans (oddly, skinny jeans looked hot on him and DAMN THAT IS AMERICA'S ASS).

Tony stood next to Bruce banner who was wearing a black button-up, gray blazer on top and a white, messy tie and some black dress pants. He smiled at you and gave a small, shy wave. Somewhere scattered across the whole room were Clint Barton, Natasha, Scott Lang and Sam aka falcon standing together as they talked and glanced your direction,  Clint smiling as he waved lightly, champagne in the other hand as he stood there, black button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up as well and black skinny jeans (respect the bi disaster tryna show off his ass cuz he's single now) And Sam wearing a white blazer and white dress pants with a blue button up and a fly. Natasha gave you a wink and a thumbs up as you climbed the stage, spotting Peter Parker next to tony waving and showing a thumbs up as he had a childish smile on his face, you smiling as you waved at him lightly. He was wearing a black button up-shirt, a fly, black satin blazer and black dress pants. You also spotted the long haired mischievous disaster named Loki in the corner as he had both hands behind his back and smirked at you, shooting you a wink to which you rolled your eyes at. He was wearing a green satin blazer, a fly and black button-up shirt with black ripped skinny jeans (yes he's discovered and gained a Liking to midgard clothing)  Somewhere in the crowd was Rhodey too but you didn't pay much mind as you grabbed the microphone, clearing your throat and taking a deep breath in before speaking: "uhm, hello people,  I'm Y/N, Y/N  (M/N) stark. and... I'm very glad to be a part of the avengers, because.. they're great people, and saving the world is always a plus.." you gulped and glanced around nervously. Loki giving you a double thumbs up (like in ragnarock) at that. You sighed and nodded, raising your champagne glass that tony pushed into your hand while walking you through the crowds of people. "-....yeah, cheers." you said and drank a sip from the glass, tony and everyone else clapping as you stepped down the stairs and sighed, looking up at the only blonde asgardian god that had this dorky smile on his face as he grabbed you close and squeezed you tight "I'm glad you came, tiny avenger! tony had me scared that you wouldn't come because you would be too nervous" he said and nodded, smiling as he ruffled your hair and you puffed your cheeks out at that, letting your lips form into a pout. Peter came over with a smile and shook your hand "hey other Mr. stark sir! I've heard a lot about you and I'm very happy to finally meet you," he leaned in closer and whispered, "to be honest tony never really said that you would be this young and nice but we all know him" he smiled and then jumped as tony grabbed his shoulder and looked down at him with a scolding look, then turning to look at you "well, Y/N, i see you've already met underoos. hope he doesn't cause too much trouble." you nodded and smiled, peaking over and seeing Pietro leaning against the bar, talking to Wanda and vision as Wanda was sitting on a bar stool and vision was standing next to her, leaning on the bar with his arm.

You snuck away from tony who was now talking to Bruce and Thor, wrapping your arms around Pietro's waist and smiling as you gave him a kiss after slipping under his arm for a side-hug. "hey Pietro" you smiled, him smiling too and putting his arm around you, kissing your temple "hey pretty boy." You blushed at that and smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder as you looked at Wanda who gave you a comforting smile. "congrats for this party, even though you've already been part of the avengers, and even the whole family way longer than just a couple months now," she said and took your hand in hers, smiling as she gave it a squeeze, leaning in close and whispering "..and I'm really in your debt because you saved my brother." you smiled and shook your head "anytime Wanda. Don't feel guilty." you gave her a kiss on the back of her hand (of course in a platonic way) before she sat down again and chatted away with vision about some television show that seemed incredibly stupid to them. Natasha and Clint came over, both smiling. "hey bud, see you've found your roadrunner and havin' fun?" You rolled your eyes and pushed her shoulder playfully "oh come on, don't act like you're not up to party. But we gotta wait until Pietro and i come back from our date, because i am sure as hell not going to go to a date drunk." she rolled her eyes and took the collar of your blazer in between her fingers, pulling on it before letting it go and letting her hand rest on the side of the bar. "you sure that is gonna be what you're wearing on a date?" she mused with a smirk and a cocked brow. "duh, don't act like you wont wanna meet up with your girlfriend after this in that outfit, which i chose, by the way." you smirked and she rolled her eyes "fine, fine, just don't come whining to me about how uncomfortable your clothes are later" She gave you two a wink before walking off with her drink she ordered before talking to you two "don't have too much fun" she mused, taking the straw of the glass between her lips as she walked off, going to talk to Thor and Clint, which chatted a bit with Wanda and Vision after waving to you and Pietro.

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After spending a bit of time at the party, talking to some of the avengers and watching people start drama or get drunk with each other, you went to go to the date with Pietro, a Limo picking you two up before you were at a fancy restaurant. Pietro didn't like the thought of being very well-behaved and civil much, since he liked to be childish, joke-y and silly around you and people he was close to. As you walked in, you were met with fancy decor, classic music playing in the background as you looked around, holding Pietro's hand, walking to the small register thing on the front where a woman dressed in a blazer, white button-up, black dress pants and an apron stood, tapping away on the screen, her hair in a neat bun on the top of her head. She looked up from the tablet and smiled, "hello, how may i help you? do you have a reservation?" she asked, looking between you and Pietro. You spoke up first, "oh, uh, yeah, we have one under the name stark?" you said, more as a question as the woman turned her attention to the screen once more, tapping away at it a couple times before nodding and grabbing two menus off the stack next to the tablet on the desk. "of course, table for two? follow me please." she said, leading you two to a table for two, smiling as she gave each of you a menu once you were seated "a waiter will be coming soon to take your orders, what do you two want to drink?" she asked, pulling out a small notebook and a pen, you ordering lemon lemonade because why not, and Pietro Strawberry lemonade. The woman nodded and smiled, telling you it will be coming shortly before walking back to the front desk to serve other people. You leaned back, seeing how tense Pietro was. "soooo.." you shrugged, getting his attention "why so fancy?" he gulped, tugging at the collar of his shirt as if it was too tight on his neck "uh.. i honestly don't know, Wanda and a couple other people said it had to be really fancy and ..'high quality', i guess, for it to be good?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you and you laughed a bit, you took Pietro's hand in yours, noting he was nervous and sweating a bit. "Pietro, baby, it doesn't have to be fancy or expensive for me to like it. I just wanna spend time with you, No matter if it's in a place like this or a McDonald's down the street." he smiled a bit and nodded "yeah.. i guess you're right.. I'm sorry.. Y/N." you smiled and kissed the back of his hand "don't worry. But, let's enjoy this now, since we're already here." he nodded and you two started chatting, making jokes and snickering about things.  As you got your food, Pietro smirked and looked at a waiter "wait.. watch this" he laughed and got up, using his speed to quickly throw over a waiter, grabbing the rose that was in the pocket of his suit jacket and sitting back down, holding the rose towards you as he had cake on his face, since the waiter was carrying a tray of milkshakes and various baked goods. You snorted a bit, taking the rose from him "Christ, Pietro, you didn't have to do that." he smiled like a dumbass, not  being able to stop as the woman from earlier came over, asking you two to leave and you did, after paying of course. It started raining and you just looked at each other and laughed, walking to the playground/park where you picked Pietro off the ground a second time, sitting and laying down on the bird's nest swing, looking at each other and smiling as you were giggling like teenagers. "ah.. i loved this, and i can't believe you stole that guy's rose for me" he turned over to look at you, smiling lovingly as he cupped the side of your face, pulling you closer "anything for you, moja láska." (Slovakian for 'my love') You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to Pietro's soft lips, his stubble tickling your wet face a bit as he pulled you closer by the back of your neck, you rolling onto him and pulling away as you stared at each other's eyes "mmn... let's go back soon, i don't think it would be fun to be sick for our next date" you said

and you both chuckled, you pressing a kiss to Pietro's cheek before getting up and grabbing your bag, pulling him off the swing before walking back to the tower hand-in hand, smiling as you walked in, seeing a couple of avengers and random people passed out on the floor since they were drunk, the party still going and the passed out people being tossed onto chairs in an office room at the same floor. You took the elevator up to your rooms, you pressing a kiss to Pietro's lips before dragging him into your room and chuckling as you hugged him "you wanna sleep here for tonight?" You asked him and he accepted hesitantly, waiting in your room until you were done with taking a shower, then taking one himself and you two fell asleep, legs tangled up in each other and Pietro holding you close to his chest.

(warning: Alternative NSFW ending for y'all horny fucks, skip if you don't want to read it!)

3rd person pov Y/N dragged Pietro into his room, both of them still soaked as they both kissed until they were out of breath, stripping their wet clothes off at the way to the bathroom. Y/N muttering a quick "JARVIS, lock my door for everyone, please." before pulling Pietro into the bathroom, the door to the bathroom closing as well as Y/N pulled Pietro's button-up open, gasping as he stared at the absolutely ripped man in front of him, biting his lip as he dragged his hands down Pietro's wet chest and 8-pack, tracing every ab  and squeezing his waist, Pietro smirked, pinning Y/N to the wall, kissing down his neck and sucking on it as he pulled his shirt off too, running his hands down his chest and torso, muttering praises like "you're so gorgeous Y/N, so beautiful" "my beautiful boy.." he muttered out as the two were making out, Y/N letting out a small moan as Pietro kissed down his neck again, the hot water of the shower pouring down on them, steam filling the whole bathroom as Pietro had his own cock pressed to Y/N's, stroking them both at the same time with a firm grip. One hand on the side of Y/N's head to steady them on the wall, the other stroking their cock as their lips danced against each other, almost never parting, like magnets...

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[thesleepiesthufflepuff]

Nothing More Than That

When Harry woke, the world was silent, the earth covered in a fresh layer of snow. Pale overcast light fell in through the crack in his curtains, highlighting small particles of dust floating through the still air. A blanket of coldness hung over the bedroom, sinking into Harry’s hands and seeping into his spine, and he burrowed further under the covers.

That is, until he remembered that it was New Year’s Day, and New Year’s Day meant going over to the Burrow for a grand lunch that Molly had poured her blood, sweat, and tears into.

With a heavy groan, Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. After a moment he reached over to his nightstand, grabbed his wand, and lazily cast Tempus. Blue numbers appeared in the air, glowing against the early morning light, and revealed that it was eight o’clock. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he peeled back his duvet and slid out of bed, the soles of his feet meeting the icy wooden floor. He padded to the bathroom, relieving himself before wandering to his wardrobe and exchanging his pajamas for a pair of fitted black jeans, a light pink cable knit jumper that complimented his golden brown skin, and canvas high-tops.

Once dressed, he ran a comb through his hair, although his black waves still sat at odd, unusual angles. After a minute or two he gave up, spraying himself with eucalyptus and pine aftershave. Then, giving himself a final once-over, he felt reasonably content and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

He sat in a stupor and drank coffee while the porridge cooked, occasionally casting a glance at the clock hanging on the wall to make sure that he was alright for time. By nine o’clock, he’d chucked on his coat and a matching set of a grey scarf, gloves, and a beanie that Molly had knitted for him several years ago. Then, stuffing his keys and wallet into his satchel, he headed out the door of his flat, down the stairs of the building, and out into the brisk morning.

The sky was heavy with dark clouds, threatening to unleash a new flurry of snow and slush at any moment. This caused Harry to frown, a deep crease settling in between his eyebrows as he made his way towards the nearest Tube station. The path was slick and wet with snow that had fallen overnight, and his shoes were already soaked and uncomfortable. Silently, Harry thanked himself for having been reasonable and putting on a second pair of wool socks over his first.

After hopping on his train, he arrived at his stop thirty minutes later. Weaving his way in between clusters of people on the platform, he made his way up the stairs and onto the street, turning right. Down the road a little ways, he could make out a wooden sign jutting out from one of the shops up ahead, reading Rosemary’s Garden in faded, light green print. He let out a sigh of relief, having found it.

Walking into the shop, he was immediately hit with the sweet, aromatic smell of roses. The right wall was made up of a refrigerator, which was filled to the brim with a variety of flowers. Harry recognized a few, such as baby’s breath, gardenias, and lilies. The rest of the shop was filled with premade floral arrangements and bouquet accessories, all looking rather attractive in the silver light that fell through the broad front window.

Harry looked to the till counter, but there wasn’t a shop employee in sight. However, there was a silver bell sitting on the countertop, which he diligently rang, the tinny sound echoing throughout the shop. He heard shuffling in what must have been the back room, and then a figure all too familiar emerged.

Draco sodding Malfoy. He looked better than he had the last time Harry had seen him, which had been at his trial seven years ago. Malfoy had looked worn then, his skin sallow and taut and a dull look in his pewter colored eyes. Now, though, there was a light about him, as though someone had flipped a switch. His soft, ashy blond hair was cropped just above his ears, shorter than it had been, and the frown lines that had riddled his face were now faded.

As Harry stared at him, he realized with quite a horrible shock that Malfoy was … fit.

Malfoy awkwardly cleared his throat, moving to his position behind the counter. He was clad in a charcoal colored turtleneck and, Harry was quite startled to see, blue jeans. On top of the turtleneck laid a forest green apron with the shop’s name embroidered in loopy gold letters on the chest.

“Potter?” Malfoy asked hesitantly, his voice breaking the deafening silence.

“I―” Harry began, his tongue suddenly feeling dry and far too large, “I didn’t know you worked here. Why … why do you work here?”

“Well,” Malfoy said, his voice weary, “I didn’t exactly have a choice, did I? With the wizarding world casting me into exile, and all.”

Harry was taken aback at his bluntness, and he recoiled slightly. “That makes sense. Do you … like flowers?”

The corners of Malfoy’s mouth turned upwards slightly. “I suppose.”

“Right,” Harry said nervously, looking anywhere but at Malfoy. “Well, I’d like to buy a bouquet of flowers.”

“That’s a bit … generic,” Malfoy said flatly. “Could you be more specific? Type of flower? Size?”

“Oh. Um, well, Molly likes zinnias. Dahlias too, I think. And nothing too fancy. She wouldn’t want that,” Harry said.

“Would you mind if I put some eucalyptus and baby’s breath in the bouquet? Just to break up the dahlias and zinnias,” Malfoy asked.

Harry shrugged. “You’re the florist.”

He swore he could see Malfoy smirk as he set about putting the bouquet together. Meanwhile, Harry wandered around the shop, putting all of his frazzled energy into admiring the different flora.

Ten minutes later, the bouquet was ready. It was filled with bright orange and pink flowers, which paired nicely with the paleness of the eucalyptus leaves and baby’s breath. A cream satin ribbon had been tied neatly around the stems, which were held in place by a plastic bouquet covering. It looked right up Molly’s alley, which made Harry feel thrilled.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” Harry said, digging out his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

“Sixty pounds even.”

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, not having expected such a steep price, but paid it nonetheless. He’d pay anything to see the smile that he knew would appear on Molly’s face when she saw the bouquet.

As Malfoy printed the receipt, he looked up, an amused look on his face. “So, I saw in the Daily Prophet that you’ve come out as bisexual. Is it true?”

Harry, after briefly choking on his spit, let out a surprised laugh. “Yes. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Malfoy said, handing the receipt to Harry. “I’m gay.”

“Oh,” Harry said lamely, his mind churning. “In that case, how would you feel about dinner sometime this week?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “As in … a date?”

Harry nodded curtly. “A date. You’re rather fit, you know.”

The tips of Malfoy’s ears grew a steady pink, and he shot Harry a soft smile. “You’re not too bad yourself, Potter. Dinner sounds lovely.”

Harry could feel his cheeks burning as he took the bouquet. “Well, thanks for the flowers. Oh, and are you still living at the Manor?”

Draco nodded.

“I’ll send a letter your way with the dinner details,” Harry said, his stomach a mess of nerves and excitement as he wandered towards the door. “Happy New Year’s, by the way.”

Draco grinned, offering him a small wave. “Happy New Year’s, Potter.”

As Harry emerged back onto the bustling path, he thought about how he would have the opportunity to get to know who Malfoy was now, their schoolboy days long forgotten. He wanted nothing more than that.

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[dershloop]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

“Jeez Zane your hands are cold,” Jay said, taking his boyfriend's palm and spreading his fingers out, stroking his index finger down each of his fingers,”You can put it in my pocket if you want. My hands are pretty warm too so we can hold hands in my pocket.”

‘’Jay, you do realise I’m the elemental master of ice, right? I can create ice out of my hands, it stands to reason I’d be cold. I’m also a nindroid,” Zane said, raising his eyebrows with a small laugh.

“Well yeah, but it can’t be nice being so cold all the time,” Jay puffed out his cheeks indignantly, absentmindedly letting his hand run over Zane’s rough skin. It felt so human, so individually scarred. Every lump, blemish and line told a story. A story better than any human could wish to tell with their entire lives.

Zane just shrugged and smiled, watching and Jay traced a smile out on his palm.

“Either way, as long as you’re happy.”

“JJ, I’m perfectly happy whenever I’m around you. I couldn’t ask for anything more,” Zane said, wrapping his fingers around Jay’s with a smile. Jay frowned and rested his head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting chill run through him. There was something so… wonderfully juxtaposed about the feeling he got when he touched Zane. The ice shot through his veins like ivy lacing its poison into his blood, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind that whenever he moved away, the skin near Zanes own would turn an icy blue-purple or a rigid pale. He really didn't mind.

Yet… he did. The thought that Zane was constantly cold like this; he could feel human emotions, so why wouldn’t he be able to feel temperature? Dr. Julien was very intelligent, so he wouldn’t put it past him. On top of that, when they were trying to get the scroll of airjitzu, Zane wore a fluffy coat so he must feel the cold. That’s when it hit him. Jay stood up abruptly, causing Zane to jump a little.

“I have to go do some last-minute Christmas shopping. I think I forgot to get something for my moms… cat,” He said, walking towards the door and opening it.

“Jay your mom doesn’t have a cat? Your parents have no pets what are you-” He was cut off by the door slamming shut, leaving him all alone in his room. His shoulders sagged as he let out a long, sad sign, looking down at where Jay had just traced a smiley face on his pal. Had he said something wrong? It wasn’t like him to lie, mainly because he was so inexplicably bad at it but that was just weird.

“Ok I’ll see you later then,’’ He said quietly to himself, getting up and straightening his bedsheets and walking out of his room.

Squatting down on the couch, watching as Cole continuously died to the same enemy.

“Cole, are you even trying?” Kai laughed, poking Cole with his foot.

“Yes, actually Kai now shut up and let me concentrate,” Cole said sternly, pushing his boyfriend's foot away from him.

“Aren’t you supposed to learn from your mistakes in these sorts of video games Cole?” Zane chuckled as Cole died to the same enemy yet again.

“Hey, you just got here don’t take his side!”

“Speaking of,” Kai said, turning to face Zane, leaning back on Cole, causing him to fall down an easily jumpable gap, “What are you doing? I thought you and Jay were hanging in your room.” Zane sighed.

“We were. Then he got all weird and just jumped up and ran out saying he had to get a present for his mom's cat or something,” He shook his head, letting out a long breath.

“His mom doesn’t have a cat? They live in a junkyard in the middle of the desert there's no way a sane rescue place would give them a cat,” Cole said confused, finally putting down his controller.

‘’Did you say anything before that could have triggered whatever that was?” Kai asked. Zane shook his head, pulling his legs underneath himself and crossing them on the couch.

“It was just normal topics of conversation, then he started talking about how cold I was. Then he went all quiet for a couple of minutes, like he was lost in thought and just jumped up and ran out.”

“Eh,” Cole shrugged nonchalantly, picking up a can of soda off of the floor and opening it, taking a long swig and putting it back down onto the floor, “Knowing him he probably forgot something. Don’t worry too much Z, it’s probably nothing.”

“Yeah. Anyway, he isn’t here so it's not like we can ask him. Just chill with us and watch Cole die to the same mob 100 more times,” Kai said with a grin which was quickly snuffed out as Cole smacked him on the back of his head with a cushion. Zane laughed, unfolding his legs and laying them across his friends and leant back, watching the chaos that ensued.

(I can’t be bothered to write a middle thing for this so it's Christmas day now bc I said so)

“Zane! Wake up!” Jay yelled, shaking his sleeping boyfriend. He opened his eyes slowly taking in his surroundings, including the overly excited boy sitting on top of him.

“Good morning JJ,” Zane muttered, rubbing his eyes to clean his optical receptors of any dust that may have accumulated overnight.

“Guess what day it is?” He continued yelling.

“Friday?” Zane said with a mischievous grin.

“Christmas!” Jay yelled, finally flopping down on top of him, tired of yelling.

“Merry Christmas JJ.”

“Merry Christmas snowball.”

“Can I get out of bed now? The sooner I’m up the sooner you can see what I bought you,” Zane said with a smile, knowing exactly how to get him even more excited Jay jumped off with a smile and raced back to his own room, presumably to begin getting dressed and ready for the long day ahead. Zane began to do the same, swapping out the baggy shirt and sweatpants for a comfortable blue turtleneck and black jeans, before heading to brush his teeth and heading to the living room, where Cole and Jay were already assembled, sprawled out and excitedly chattering about the day ahead.

“No Kai?” Zane said, moving Jay’s head and sitting down, letting it fall back down into his lap.

“Nope,” Cole said, staring, fixated on his phone, “He’s doing his hair apparently,” He paused, before leaning back across the arm of the sofa and yelling to his boyfriend “Kai you’re gorgeous as it is come down before I come up there and drag you down!”

“Alright, Mr Mardy I’m coming!” Shouted Kai, not too long after appearing in the room and shifting Cole out of the way so he could sit down.

“What about Lloyd, Nya and Pix?” Kai said after sitting down.

“Lloyd’s with his mom and Wu, Nya and Pixal are at Cyrus Borg’s then said they were gonna go to your parent's place,” Jay replied, not looking away from Zane’s hand he was fiddling with.

“Well then. Who’s first?” Cole said, looking at the others.

“Me!” Jay jumped up and dived towards the pile of presents under the tree, grabbed 6 and handed 2 to each of them, “I hope you like them.”

Cole ripped into the packages and pulled out a rhino plushie with large round eyes and a small smile and a grey and green donkey plush with polka-dotted legs.

“Jay, buddy, I’d kiss you if Kai and Zane wouldn’t kick my ass for it,” Cole said, wrapping his arms around his new children with a large, goofy grin. They laughed as Kai wrapped his arm around Cole’s waist a little tighter.

Kai was next to finish unwrapping his gifts after he finally loosened his grip on Cole, pulling out a small, shiny, red pocket mirror with his name written on it in an explosive font. The second gift to fall out was a red bandana.

“You’d said about wanting to start wearing more headbands like the one Cole wears sometimes so I figured to help you both out I’d get you your own,” Jay said with a smile as Kai wrapped the red bandana under his bangs.

“Jay that’s so sweet what the heck?” Kai said, looking at his new bandana in his new mirror. Jay just shrugged, his cheeks turning a slight red tint.

“Zane’s turn!” Cole said, pushing himself up slightly, stretching his legs back over Jay and Zane’s.

Sheepishly, Zane began opening the first gift, revealing a large, fluffy penguin plush toy.

“Oh my gosh,” Zane said, holding it up and letting his hands run over the soft, his eyes wide with unfathomable joy, “This is adorable, thank you so much JJ,” He said quietly, planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.

“Stop being gay and open the other one!” Cole complained, shoving his foot in Jay’s face and prodding at his nose and cheeks.

“Go away Cole no one likes you,” Jay said, pushing his foot away, glaring at his best friend.

Zane laughed and began to unwrap the second gift, opening his mouth in awe and surprise when he saw what it was.

“Why are there 13 hand warmers and 7 hot water bottles on my lap right now?” Zane said with a confused grin, looking down at the strange pile of items in his lap.

“Well,” Jay said, pushing himself up slightly, “Yesterday when we were talking about how cold you were, you didn’t say you couldn’t feel it. Plus, you wore a jacket when we went to get the scroll of airjitzu that one time and you feel human emotions so why wouldn’t you be able to. So I bought you hot water bottles and hand warmers to help warm you up.” He finished, looking expectantly up at Zane who sat there in shocked silence.

“So you weren’t getting a present for your mom's cat?” He said quietly.

“No my mom doesn't have a cat. I’m just god awful at lying.”

“Yes, I know she doesn’t. I just- I thought I’d said something wrong so you were mad at me,” Zane laughed, nervously touching the back of his neck.

“Do… Do you like it?”

“Of course I do blue-belle!” Zane said, pulling Jay up onto his lap and pushing a strong, affectionate kiss onto his lips before pulling him into a tight hug, which Jay happily reciprocated.

“If you don’t react like that to my present,” Kai whispered to Cole, “I’m taking them back and dumping you.”

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[handcoversheart-76]

Peter starts wearing these sweaters- big and soft and warm. The sleeves hang a little bit past his wrists and the material has all of these little fuzzy lint balls, so when he steps into the sunlight that's streaming from the window he looks like he's glowing. Sometimes he'll wear one that's off-white and he'll look like the swirl of Sam's french vanilla latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon that he gets in an early morning (just a coffee with a little milk for Peter though), and sometimes he'll wear one that's dark green and rich, making the depth in his brown eyes widen and the intensity in his face deepen when he's lost in thought.

Sam spends a lot of time looking at Peter now. More than he did before. And he looked at him a lot before. He's not even ashamed to admit it. It's one of his official pastimes now- work on American Vandal with Peter, talk to Gabi about Peter, and look at Peter while he wears his sweaters.

He spends a lot of time wondering about Peter too.

He wonders whether Peter's sweaters are actually as soft as the seem in the glow of the morning. He wonders if the inside is scratchy against the skin- or maybe it's fuzzy like the Sherpa pullovers Gabi and her friends wear. He wonders about the warmth collected there, about the way Peter will stand when he's deep in thought, his arms crossed, hands tucked under his own armpits, chewing at his bottom lip. He wonders whether the sweater smells like him at the end of the day- like old books stored in a library and eraser shavings and vanilla from the servings of his mom's tres leches that he brought in to split with Sam at lunch.

"-television light will make the film seem crisp, but we don't want the subjects to look like they're undergoing a surgery," Peter is saying, flipping through ring light options. A bulb busted on their old one- they've been placing bets on it to see how long it'd last. Sam said at least a week. Peter said three days. Giving over ten bucks for losing was worth it when Peter did that knowing little tsk at him that makes Sam's stomach flutter. "Maybe we can try something softer to change things up. Make things seem more inviting."

Sam absently wonders if Peter's philosophy works with clothing too- the softer the better.

It certainly serves to make things more inviting.

"-or, I don't know, harsh is cool, I mean, we want to be taken seriously, right?"

Sam has just enough mind to make a noise of agreement. Only half of him is paying attention. the other half is wondering whether Peter's neck is warm under the collar of his coffee colored sweater. maybe if Sam tucked his fingers under there, pressed against the warm skin, nudged against the beating pulse that's hidden away-

"-maybe I'll buy an elephant lamp and put it right in the middle of the room by the subject's feet so that when we film there's an elephant silhouette going across their faces."

Sam blinks. "What?" He croaks.

Peter glares halfheartedly. "I knew you weren't listening. Should I go light shopping by myself? Cause i wouldn't mind cashing this in as an spam favor."

Sam flushes, shaking his head, knocking his brain back on track. "I- no, I'm listening. Save your spam for this weekend or something cause I want to clock mine in for the week of winter break."

"The week of winter break?" Peter frowns. "What type of favor are you gonna ask for?"

Sam's mouth moves faster than his brain does, and he goes, "I might be cold."

"Y- you might be cold?"

"Yes." Sam says blankly. He wants to pass away. "Cold. That is what I will be on the week of winter break. Maybe. Possibly."

"Are you planning to be cold or is this just-" Peter cuts himself off, interrupting his own line of thinking the way that he does sometimes and Sam, not for the first time, wants to kiss his nose. "How am I supposed to help you with this?"

"Sweaters." And that's the only thing that comes out of his stupid, gay mouth.

Oh god.

Peter's nose wrinkles. "You mean my sweaters?"

Sam just nods miserably. He's so far down. He might as well keep digging.

"You..." Peter falters, squints, tilts his head like a Labrador puppy. "You want to cash in your favor by asking my for my sweaters when you're cold?"

"You always look really warm?" Sam says, voice rising and making it a question. It's the only excuse he can think of, sue him.

Peter is quiet for a moment. Thinking. Sam is also thinking. He's thinking about how quickly he could get out of this situation if he stood up, went over to the window, unlocked it and just pitched himself out face first. It would be fine he decides. He'd plead a bout of insanity and then Peter will write off this whole sweater spiel as a figment of Sam's mental break and everything will be like it never happened.

Besides, a broken face is better than a bout of embarrassment. A broken face would only last for, what, a year and some change tops? Embarrassment lasts for a lifetime.

Sam is still mulling over his window plan when peter peels off his sweater- which, oh my god malfunction, malfunction, there is a brief flash of skin right in front of Sam, oh my god- and chucks it at Sam. Sam fumbles to catch it, blinking with huge eyes.

Peter looks a little bit red as he adjusts his tee. "There- uh- so you don't have to waste your favor on being cold."

"oh." Sam doesn't dare look down at the sweater in his hands. "Um. Thank you."

Peter nods jerkily, eyes drifting to the side. "Don't mention it. Anyway, so- the light-"

And Peter turns away, determinedly moving right along while Sam is still stuck where he is, stuck in that moment. He turns his gaze down at the sweater in his hands, fingers clenching around the heavy wool. Peter is still talking and Sam is not paying attention, now overcome with the need to pull the sweater over his head as quickly as possible, like he'd be able to feel Peter still in it if he tried. When he does, he finds that the inside is soft like he expected, and the warmth of it melts into Sam’s bones- but the whole of it all was realizing yes, Peter is sugar sweet like homemade cakes and dusty from the morning show storage room and Sam thinks he's drunk off of this- really, it's almost too much to have.

Peter turns back around and for a brief moment Sam thinks he's been caught. Not just not paying attention, but also actively pining like a true weirdo of a best friend- smelling the sweater is going to be the final straw, he's sure of it, this is just getting pathetic now-

But Peter just pauses, eyes wide, a strange look on his face. "Oh." he says, like that is supposed to mean something to Sam.

"Pete?" He questions carefully. "You okay? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Yes!" Peter says, and it comes out strangled. "No! I mean- I mean, yes, I'm okay and no I will not pass out. Maybe. Um- you- you're- uh- are you warm now?"

Sam nods. "Yes. Very. This is- it's a nice sweater."

"You should keep it." Peter blurts. "It looks better on you."

Sam highly doubts that, but Peter has never seen himself walk into the morning show film room with that one black braided turtleneck, cheeks colored and half of his face tucked away from the cold. Peter has never seen himself take a break from researching to stretch up to the sky so far that the hem creeps up to show his stomach. Peter doesn't know that Sam thinks about slipping his cold hands under there, brushing along the plains of warm skin that he can only steal glances of.

"I don't think-" Sam goes to say but Peter is shaking his head, throat working.

"No really, and uh, borrow my sweaters anytime you need to. Any of them. All of them." He finishes, looking half mortified and half like he was impulsed to say this- like if he didn't get it out it would be rattling around in his head for days.

"When I'm cold?" Sam clarifies.

"When you're cold."

"Well, I should say, I get cold a lot." Sam says slowly. "Like, very often. Annoying often."

"It wouldn't be annoying." Peter reassures. "And I've got lots of sweaters- I can't wear them all at once. We can- we can share them."

Sam nearly passes out right then and there. The thought of tugging at Peter's sleeve in the middle of working and having him peel it off right then and there to give to him is- it's very-

well, Gabi would say that's very boyfriend-ish Sam in that tone she takes sometimes. Her, i-cant-believe-youre-sitting-here-pining-at-me-instead-of-going-and-talking-to-him, tone.

"That sounds good." Sam manages. And he manages to not sound too excited or lovesick or absolutely mental- just a normal, regular, casual tone for all the normal, regular, casual things that are happening. It's all good.

"Good." Peter says, and he also sounds normal and regular and casual. His arms are bare because Sam is wearing his sweater and Sam might be a little bit high on the feeling but it's okay, this can just be another normal, regular causal thing that they do. Exchanging clothes just like actual boyfriends do- literally no big deal.

And yeah, maybe he might call Gabi later to scream but that's normal and regular and casual too. It is all good. Seriously.

For now, he just slides off the desk and joins Peter at the computer, letting their shoulders brush and then just- not moving away. Peter kind of sways a little like he's dizzy but nudges back and presses there.

"So, this elephant light-" Sam says, glowingly happy and brilliantly lucky. He's got Peter and a new sweater and a crush that makes his head all scrambled and his chest a mess. "That doesn't have to just be a joke-"

"Sam, I'm going to kill you, honestly."

~ gifted to @grasslandgirl and @aberfaeth bc this fandom is how you met and that is the most adorable thing ever

#sam and peter favors #hc that spam favors are and when it's on an interchaging schedule so if sam asks for one then peter gets the next #JUST BEST FRIEND THINGS. #american vandal #my fics

[electricsockhead]

☽ Girls Night ☾

BAU + this picrew

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ⋮ @psyxhic-angels @altsvu @ssa-sarahsunshine @thisdeathtollbringsnopeace @emilysblackturtleneck @vamppupp @moreidsdaughter

Below the cut are some hcs/a little story of what happened on this specific girls night!

Warnings:

- Food

- Mentioned Fainting (dw no one actually faints, Spence is just really gay)

Pairings:

- Derek & Spencer (narrator acknowledges the gays tho)

- JJ & Penny (could be read as a ship or friendship, up to you!)

- Tara & Emily (could be read as a ship or friendship, also up to you!)

Spencer is insecure about wearing something they’re not used to so Penelope wears the same thing to match so they feel less insecure 🥺💓 (if this is in here like 500 times it’s because tumblr kept deleting it, and now I don’t know what it’s saving anymore 🙃)

Emily is back on her emo phase because she found a witch hat at the bottom of Penny’s closet so she went with an outfit to match it.

Penny gifts JJ with a sheer pink top eith white butterflies.

JJ tried not cry. She fails and ruins her make up.

Penelope has to re-do the bottom of the hearts and JJ keeps apologizing but Penelope just says it’s ok and kisses her cheek

Meanwhile Spencer and Emily are having a karaoke match trying to see who can sing the highest note (they’re both horrible at it but Spencer ends up winning)

Tara shows up a little late because she got stuck in traffic.

She automatically joins Spencer and Emily and ofc beats them.

Not only can she hit the highest note she can also hit the lowest note.

By the time they’ve tired out their voices, jj and Penelope are just looking at them from the bed trying to control their laughter the whole time.

Then Spencer, Emily and Tara make a bet to see who could reach the kitchen first.

Tara also wins because the other two can’t even run.

They use the gay as an excuse

Doesn’t work because Tara’s also gay

Upstairs, Penelope finds an old bin full of pride pins when she was looking for something else for jj.

She shows it to her, and (still closeted) JJ takes the lesbian one and pins it on her top pinning both fabrics together.

She looks away cuz she was scared to see Penelope’s reaction.

Penelope gives her the biggest hug and tells her she’s proud of her for trusting Penelope with this.

They go downstairs to find Spencer and Emily drinking water out of tupperwares.

Tara says it was their punishment for making her run while they just walked.

Penelope laughs and sets the bin on the kitchen counter and the three of them scramble through them finding their own pins.

They’re all out so it’s no surprise no one goes for the only “straight ally” pin

Then jj walks in kinda shy, and they notice the pin they all smile at her.

Tara gives her a hug and so does Emily. Spence just gives her an awkward thumbs up but she understands.

They eventually go out for dinner and they run into Derek.

He sees them all with their funky clothes and pride pins and feels automatically underdressed (not that he’d ever admit it out loud).

He notices that Spencer is a little shy but he showered them in compliments that he hopes helps make them feel less awkward but it only makes Spencer flustered and blush like crazy.

Then he notices JJs and pin flashes her the brightest smile and gives her a tight hug full of silent “I’m proud of you”s making her feel accepted 🥲.

Penelope tells him to join them for the rest of the night so they go back to her place again to get Derek ready.

While Penelope is trying to find cute tops she owns that would fit Derek, she instead finds a little box with head accessories.

She hands Spencer a little unicorn horn and they automatically put it on, giggling and taking a white and yellow flower crown and went to give it to Derek.

Penelope found a blue one for herself, and a pink one that is the exact color of JJ’s top so she sprints outside to give it to her and went back inside to keep looking for something for Derek.

Derek, in the meanwhile, had found the pride pin bin and was looking for his pride pins.

He was already out to the team but for some reason Spencer didn’t know so when they saw that Derek had separated the mlm one to the side and was still looking they nearly fainted.

Luckily, they didn’t, instead they managed to hand Derek the little crown as Derek removed the demiboy pin and shoved the bin a bit to the side.

Derek automatically put it on and gave them the goofiest smile saying “how do I look?!”

Spencer tried not to faint again, wanting to say “really fucking cute” but opting for “good” instead.

Penelope called Derek, and showed him the black flowery turtleneck she found and how “YOU HAVE TO WEAR IT, IT'LL LOOK SO CUTE!!!!”

He sighed and put it on but also puts his sweater back on and Garcia was kind of disappointed at first but the flowers were still visible so she was ok with it.

During all of this, Tara, Emily and JJ were outside on Pennys balcony.

Emily and JJ were playing with the little Nintendo switch that JJ brought (it was Henry’s and Michael’s) while Tara smoked and tried not to laugh whenever they’d start bickering.

“EMILY YOU CANT DO THAT, THATS CHEATING!!” “YES I CAN, I JUST DID!”

Eventually they all went out to dinner, settling for pizza and made their way to the supermarket afterwards to buy snacks.

The snacks consisted of:

5 bags of popcorn (that they all knew would probably taste like plastic but they liked it anyway).

A couple packs of cookies -> Oreos, chips ahoy, even graham crackers.

Some chips -> layes for Derek and Spencer (they shared), Tostitos for Tara, Doritos for Emily, Cheese-itz for Penelope, and ofc, the Cheetos were for Jayje and and Jayje only!!

And a few drinks -> a 6 pac for Emily and Derek, lemonade for Spencer and JJ, Red Bull for Tara and one of those dunkin iced coffees for Penelope.

After they got their snacks, they headed out to an abandoned parking lot they went to occasionally that didn’t belong to anyone (and it was technically illegal for them to be there).

Penny had brought a projector and a couple blankets so they sat there and watched movies all night.

Emily and Tara kept throwing popcorn whenever something cheesy happened on screen (all gay ofc, Penelope isn’t putting on no h*t movie).

Meanwhile Derek and Spencer leaned against the hood of Penny's car, Derek had his arm around Spencer and Spencer had their hand on Dereks chest. (they occasionally glanced at each other because 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈).

JJ and Penelope were sitting next to Tara and Emily but they were actually enjoying the movie and going “aaaawwweeee 🥺🥺🥺” whenever something cute would happen

(as opposed to Tara and Emily who pretended to be throwing up going “EW LOOOOOVE!! CANT RELATE!!!”).

Eventually the sun started to rise again and JJ had fallen asleep with her head on Penelope’s lap, and Penny had fallen asleep with her head on Emily’s shoulder.

Emily was in the middle of “how Elsa was a total raging lesbian-” when her alarm went off.

Tara, who was listening like her life depended on it, automatically glared at the phone like it had just done the rudest thing.

Spencer was sitting on the hood of the car, and had fallen asleep leaning on Dereks shoulder.

Derek was standing in front of them and kept running his fingers through their pretty curls and placed soft kisses on their head.

Spencer woke up with Emily’s alarm and so did JJ and Penny.

They all decided it was time to home, so they went back to Penelope’s.

Her and JJ went right back to sleep, cuddling on Penny’s bed, while Spencer and Derek took the couch.

Emily and Tara kept up their conversation of lesbian characters until they got tired and eventually fell asleep in the middle of the floor.

They all woke up with headaches and back pain :)

The End

#tumblr stop deleting my Spence HC challenge #criminal minds #moreid #temily #(kinda) #jenelope #(also kinda) #maggies hcs #criminal minds headcanons #cm hc #cm headcanon #criminal minds headcanon #moreid headcanons #temily headcanons #jenelope headcanons #bau and picrews #Penelope Garcia #Spencer Reid #Jennifer Jareau #Emily Prentiss #Derek Morgan #Tara Lewis #in that order

[dancing-withthedoctor]

Okey so Hi, me again! :)

I am actually wondering if the main characters are humans or/and other creatures?

Also, if you want to share it of course, I am wondering what relation are between them? Like how did they met and why? Maybe there's bigger purpose behind it?

*all their names have meanings and direct connects to who they are i just forget some of them 

here are their character sheets and a little worldbuilding mixed in

Name: Uriel

Gender: Male (he/him)

Race/Ethnicity: Angel, Caucasian

Age: Unknown (roughly 20 in human years if I had to give a number)

Family/Ancestry: An angel created by God, hierarchy system of angels (Archangels -> angels -> humans, this hierarchy system is only specific to their Realm), no "blood relatives", angels intended purpose is to protect and serve humans while providing knowledge, wisdom, and guidance

Realm: Realm of Angels (this name is a wip)

Appearance: light skin, blue eyes, silky long white hair, 6’ 1”, slender body, wears a pure cotton full body robe

Personality: quiet, observant, reserved, has a fascination with knowledge and learning about other cultures, is learning to have empathy for the other races however it’s not tolerated towards the Fallen

Hobbies: playing his harp, reading history books, (with his exploration in the book he develops the hobbies of talking walks in the woods/enjoying nature, collects plants and herbs for fun) 

Abilities: has the ability to heal, though healing only goes so far, wings can help him fly, trained at a young age to use a sword in combat if necessary 

Sexuality: Asexual 

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Name: Azazel (Nickname: Zaz)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race/Ethnicity: Angel (Fallen), Mixed (Caucasian/African)

Age: Unknown (roughly 21 or so in human years if i had to give a number)

Family/Ancestry: was created by God, no longer associated with the Angels, no “blood relatives”, considered to be a Fallen due to past transgressions, has a younger sister (not by blood) that he has protected ever since he lost his right to be an Angel

Realm: Realm of Obscurum (obscurum means darkness in latin)

Appearance: Brown skin, red (maroon) eyes , medium length dark hair with streaks of white, 5’ 10”, slightly muscular build, wears a thin black turtleneck sweater, black cargo pants, combat boots, and a hooded cape

Personality: withdrawn due to his outcasting, empathetic but doesn’t express emotions well, aggressive, doesn’t trust people well, protector

Hobbies: hunting, collecting herbs (natural healing remedies), sharpening knives, playing with his sister 

Abilities: was trained in sword wielding, but he prefers smaller dual wielding knives like daggers, hand-to-hand combat, used to have the ability to heal, knows a lot about the body

Sexuality: Gay (no this is not the reason he got cast out of the Realm of Angels)

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Name: Mitis (Nickname: Tess) (mitis means gentle in latin)

Gender: Non-binary (she/they), they use their pronouns interchangeably, however in her human form she prefers (she/her) and in their fae form they prefer (they/them)

Race/Ethnicity: Faerie, Scottish or Irish i can't decide lol

Age: 300 (roughly 19 years human age)

Family/Ancestry: Faeries have been around longer than the comprehension of the human mind. Mitis comes from a large family, filled with more brothers and sisters than she can count. Fae culture is deep rooted in survival, family, and trust. In their nature states, the fae are easily controlled due to their small size, so over the years with their magic, they can now present as human if they so choose

Realm: Realm of Faes

Appearance: in her “human form” she’s 5’ 1”, red curly hair (wears a crown made of twigs, leaves, and flowers), freckles across their cheeks, green eyes, wears a short dress made of lilies, in her fae form, they look exactly the same but she’s an inch tall 

Personality: peacekeeper, kind and loyal, headstrong, pacifist, wants to be a hero, wants to be considered an individual, but since she has so many siblings, she gets referred to as “they” and the pronoun stuck but it's comforting for them, extrovert

Hobbies: reading, drawing maps, playing and talking with her siblings

Abilities: human form: bow and arrow (since being human is new and recent ability for the fae, she taught herself how to use a bow and arrow to defend herself), fae form: plant type magic (since they have developed their powers from birth, it's the strongest magic they possess)

Sexuality: Pansexual

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Name: Sibyl (nickname: Sib) (another word for seer)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Race/Ethnicity: Human, Mixed (Filipino/Caucasian)

Age: 19

Family/Ancestry: Humans have been kept in check by the other Realms, but with that being said, they are the lowest Realm in terms of wealth and power. The Archangels in the Realm of Angels are in charge of looking after and governing the Realm of Humans as it is their duty to. She grew up without knowing her father, living with a single mother. She was blind at birth, but was also given the ability to see into the future. Maybe her father had magical abilities? But as far as anyone is concerned he was human too.

Realm: Realm of Humans (might change this name later)

Appearance: tan skin, short wavy black hair (neck length), grey eyes, 5’, wears a dark blue dress with see through sleeves (a slit down the middle of the sleeve), with a dark blue hooded cape, wears a belt with her essentials (weapons, food, water, etc)

Personality: Due to being exploited at a young age for her Seer Powers (as a way for her and her mother to make money), she has grown a distaste for people and beings in general, stubborn, manipulative, cold

Hobbies: Unknown

Abilities: can see into the future, can use her ability willingly when physically connected to the person in question, has some fighting abilities due to other heightened senses,, overexertion causes headaches and nosebleeds

Sexuality: Unknown (questioning) 

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Name: Indra (means warrior god of sky and rain in indian)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Race/Ethnicity: Water Nymph, Indian

Age: 18 (water nymph years)

Family/Ancestry: Water Nymphs come from the ancestry of all women. Water nymphs are “born” during heavy rainstorms or thunderstorms. Heavy rainstorms/thunderstorms only happen roughly every few centuries due to water nymphs having a shorter lifespan (mother nature type of situation, in order to not flood the world). Water Nymphs tend to stay in one area, but the ocean is expanding drastically. Indra was born during one of the most destructive rainstorms of the century, she was the only one born that century and that’s how she received her name. She was raised by a community of Water Nymphs, she considers them all her sisters.

Realm: Realm of Nexus (Realm of Nexus is the largest of the physical present Realms on the planet)

Appearance: blue skin, plump cheeks, dark long wavy hair, purple/violet eyes, 5’ 3”, wears a tube top and high/low flared shirt, wear a bracelet made of grass and it has a little water lily attached to it 

Personality: positive, free-spirited, emotionally oriented, headstrong, mischievous

Hobbies: swimming, taking care of animals, sunbathing, having conversations with people close to her, training

Abilities: emotional based powers, powers are heightened when her emotions are heightened (both positive and negative emotions), negative emotions are more destructive while positive emotions are more creative, uses water around her as a weapon

Sexuality: Straight

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Name: Lunar

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race/Ethnicity: idk he's from the moon :), African

Age: 19

Family/Ancestry: Not much is known about space and anything beyond Earth (aside from the Realm of Angels), but what is being recently discovered is that there is a civilization on the Moon, a new peace treaty was introduced and now they are considered a Realm. No one really knows how they got there, but they are similar to humans except they use telepathic communication to reach each other. Talking vocally is not uncommon, Lunar has selective mutism which means at a younger something traumatic happened and he chooses not to speak.  Lunar was picked  to explore Earth and everything it has to offer. Lunar comes from a family of four; a mother, father, and a younger sister. Lunar uses telepathic communication, written communication, and USL (universal sign language) to communicate with others.

Realm: currently travelling between realms *an excuse to not call it Realm of the Moon 🤡

Appearance: long braided white hair, blue-grey skin tone, dark blue eyes, 5’ 5”, lanky build (but also stronger than he looks), wears white dress shirt with a dark blue vest, belt, and black pants, wears dress shoes, wears a satchel that holds his notebook and pen (his communication devices)

Personality: calm, quiet, reasonable, strategic, sweet, great listener

Hobbies: charting stars, playing with his younger sister, traveling

Abilities: telepathic, can communicate with others through his mind (with their permission), if there is a full moon, he can manipulate people’s thoughts though he's never done so, when communicating out-of-mind; he signs or writes it in his notebook

Sexuality: Straight

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As for the next part of your ask, im completely fine talking about their relationships with each other and how they met (though as of rn, some stuff is set in stone and other aren't)

let's start with ships! so there are 2 ships out of the six and only one of them is romantic. lunar and indra will eventually be in a romantic relationship, they were the easiest to pair together. I first created what kind of being they were going to be. indra and lunar are inspired by the fact that the moon pulls the tides on the earth, so you could say its fate :') the second relationship is uriel and azazel, they are platonic soulmates. i had to give a lot of thought about uriel and azazel's relationship and what I wanted it to be or mean. all I can say is, is that uriel is asexual and comes to that revelation through self growth with zaz! I also thought about having mitis and sibyl have some kind of romantic relationship, but I didn't feel right so they are simply friends and who will eventually trust each other a great deal.

i like to think of them as a family: uriel and zaz are like the parents of the group (zaz will never admit it though), mitis and indra and the mischievous kids, they mess around and do dumb stuff because it looks fun, sibyl is like the brooding teenager (if this world had headphones, she'd never listen to anybody), and lunar is just the good kid parents always want lol

next is how they all met! this is actually what I'm trying to figure out in my writing right now, so its great that you asked this because I can think on it and solidify it more. the rough idea i have, is that uriel finds an old book hidden behind a wall or a bookshelf in one of the historical archives that tells a story of the future (Uriel's present) of the event of a catastrophe that hasn't happened yet, but six individuals from all 6 Relams needing to save the world. uriel is essentially the catalyst that gets the group together because curiosity got the best of him. in terms of the order they met: Uriel meets Sibyl because he was assigned to monitor her and guided her cause she was causing ruckus in the Realm of Human. Sibyl gets a glimpse of the future and decides to trust him enough to see this through, they then meet Azazel, Mitis, and Indra (though I don't know what specific order yet) and Lunar is last, and they literally just run into him as their traveling in the woods like "who are you 😳" 

also yes, them coming together definitely has more than its letting on, but I'll keep it to myself for now ;)

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im still working out the kinks of the whole "saving the world" bit and whether or not I should introduce a villain to the story! but each of the main six do have problems of their own they have to solve and most importantly they have to learn to coexist because the fate of the world depends on it

im sorry this post was so long, it was probably a lot of reading, but I meant it when I said I'd talk your ear off lol feel free to ask more questions:) 

#ocs #fantasy writing #fantasy #character sheet #surprise im writing a book