#i think this makes seven with maxed out li?

[queen-scribbles]

One of my guildies was being extremely generous and sharing their abundance of dark projects, so now Tel and Jaaide have joined the Max Influence LI club 😎

#queen in space #eisza's theron is up to 40 just between gifts and crew skill missions etc #so i'm determined to get him there that way #i think this makes seven with maxed out li? #silver tel endrali vica keme sha'reii(who also has talos maxed :3) and jaaide #oh wait no eight #bc tragen made a ridiculously high sale on gtn over the weekend and i splurged to max out jaesa for him :3 #my swtor kids deserve nice things #like maxed out comps to help them kick ass #jorgan and arcann have paid off the best so far dear GOD are they badass at max influence #arcann's a killer tank(even on heal) and jorgan hits the heals/damage balance better than anyone else has for me

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

Secret admirer part 5!!

This one really got away from me, but I hope you like it! Also, I lied, there will be one last part :) I had planned on this being a 5+1, so I’m glad it worked out to be that way!

Now Eddie is just waiting to see what Steve tries next. Just sitting back and reveling in the fact that King Steve “The Hair” Harrington, first of his name, mom of six or seven gremlins at a time, wants town Freak Eddie “The Banished” Munson.. and apparently has for a while too.

Life goes on like normal, but now every time Eddie sees Steve after finding out he was his secret admirer, he can’t help but smile a bit bigger.

He also confronts Robin, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“Don’t play that shit with me; you knew it was Steve.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course I did.”

“You told me to unpack tapes on purpose so I’d see his handwriting and figure it out.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I also wanted the tapes unpacked. Duh.”

“Ugh you’re the worst. I can’t believe I’m chauffeuring you to Casa de Harrington, of my own volition, on MY precious Thursday off.”

Robin rolls her eyes “You aren’t complaining about chauffeuring Max.”

“Well yeah, cause it isn’t out of my way to get her.” Eddie gestures toward Max and that gets her attention.

She takes her headphones off her head. “What are you guys arguing about?” She asks irritated, “And what’s it got to do with me?”

“Nothing Max, I’m just giving Eddie a hard time about his big sappy crush.”

“Oh, you mean the one he has on Steve?”

Robin and Eddie both freeze.

“Wh—Who said it was Steve.” Eddie asks, voice flat.

“No one had to say anything; there is a reason why we call you both mom and dad. You aren’t subtle about it. DAD.” Max snarks back at him.

‘We. She said ‘We’. As in The Party has been calling me that.’ Eddie thinks. So that wasn’t just Steve trying to make him feel better that day on the phone.. They actually see him as a dad. ‘Well maybe; maybe it was just as a counter to Steve’s ‘Mom’. Why would they even see you as a role model?’

Fuck! He needs to stop his spiraling now. Otherwise he’s going to get in a mood and Steve will notice, and somehow think it was his fault and worry about him, and then no one will be having fun anymore an_ ‘What the fuck dude, you literally just told yourself to STOP. SPIRALING. and now you are doing exactly that.’

“Well then who am I??” Robin asks, putting on a fake offended tone to break the leftover tension.

“Hmmmm…” Max pushes her new glasses back up her nose “You’re like a kooky Uncle.”

“Uncle??” Robin actually sounds offended this time. “No, actually, that makes sense.”

Eddie chuckled at the acceptance of her new role, the storm that was whirling around in his head starting to dull. “Now was this a party decision, or is that just you, Mayfield?”

“Just me for now. I will make sure to plant the idea in Dustin’s head when we get there and I’m sure he’ll call a Meeting with the Council of Doofuses to get it in writing.” And with that, the headphones were back on.

Eddie and Robin share a look, and before much longer they are pulling into Steve’s driveway.

“God, I don’t think I will ever get over how dumb this house actually looks.” Eddie looked over at Robin curiously as she continued to berate Steve’s house while collecting her things, “It looks like whoever built it back in the 70s or some shit had no taste, even by that decade’s standards.”

“Buckley. You’re telling me that this whole time I’ve known you, we could’ve been making fun of these Loch Nora snobs’ houses.. together? I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this discretion.”

This earns Eddie another eye roll from Robin (and a muttered “You and your goddamn dramatics..”) as they both get out of the cab. Max is long gone, Steve’s front door standing open in her wake.

“So how did your sleepover go with Vickie anyway? You didn’t say anything about it..?” Eddie asks as he grabs his bag from the back.

“It was literally just a sleepover.. I thought the vibes were there but she wanted to talk about her jerk ex-boyfriend and about boys I like. By the way, I have an embarrassing crush on you, don’t tell anyone.”

Eddie laughed so loud, Steve’s neighbors must’ve heard him (no matter how far away the next house may be). “Damn, I’m sorry Buckley. I’m sure that Eddie guy will return your affections eventually.” Eddie joked, patting Robin of the shoulder as they stepped through Steve’s front door.

There were bags all over the entryway, and from the screams filtering down the hall from the sliding glass door, all the kids were outside and in the pool already.

Eddie kicked the door closed behind him and Steve peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen at the sound.

“Oh hey guys, just put your stuff wherever, everyone else is outside, and I’m getting the burgers ready to put on the grill. Robin, will you show Eddie where he can change?”

Eddie looked over when Steve said his name, pulling his attention back from looking at the boring interior of Steve’s house. Had he never been here before? No, not even at one of the old King Steve’s parties..

“How’s he never been over before? That’s so weird.” Robin said as she walked down the hall, waving at Eddie to follow.

“Buckley, get out of my head. I thought you were only supposed to have that weird mind-reading thing going on with Stevie.” Eddie chided her as he followed her to a small bathroom off the laundry room.

“You’re just jealous you can’t read his mind; maybe then you both would’ve gotten your heads out your asses sooner.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and closed the door on her smirking face. Setting his pack down on the small sink counter, he started to change.

“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.” Eddie whispered to himself. He wasn’t exactly a shy person normally, but that’s what all his layers are for.. a pool party automatically called for only about two thin layers, max. And now he had the added concern about his new (admittedly metal) scars that have only just healed all the way. Scars that not only stretched the length of his sides, but those damn bats had gotten to his face and literally took his whole left nipple off. Again, metal, but also gave Eddie about 10 or 11 times more insecure feelings that he hadn’t yet learned to cover completely under his perfectly crafted bravado.

Leaving his briefs on under his trunks, and pulling his faded Metallica shirt back on over the bumpy red scars, he packed his other layers into his bag for later and headed back out to the kitchen.

He nearly crashed into Steve as he was coming out of the laundry room and Steve was passing by with a plate piled high with patties in one hand, a six pack in the other, and bag of buns hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh shoot-- Hey, you need some help?” Eddie automatically reached for the bag of buns so Steve could answer.

“Robin already went outside to claim a chair, can you take this too?” Steve handed Eddie the six pack.

“No problem, Stevie.” Eddie smiled at him and started out the door in front of Steve.

“Thanks Eds.” *SMACK*

Silence.

“Oh. My. God. Eddie, I am so so sorry, it was just a reflex I swear! Even ask Lucas, it’s a sports thing, I didn’t mean anything by it..” Steve sounded completely stressed.

Eddie took a moment longer to process the fact that Steve Harrington just smacked his ass (reflex or not), before turning back to him halfway. Looking over at Steve, Eddie’s heart clenched to see him looking absolutely mortified.

“No worries big boy, I just didn’t realize that was on the table.” Eddie said, giving him a wink, then hurrying out of the house. He had to get out of there before he did something really embarrassing like dropping everything and jumping Steve’s bones at noon on a Thursday while there was a whole hoard of children nearby.

He stepped outside to various greetings of “Hey Eddie!” the most enthusiastic of which was Dustin, who had leapt from the pool to give a still dry Eddie a completely soaking wet hug around his middle.

“Hey Dusty-buns how ar--HOLY FUCK YOU’RE COLD! gET OFF ME!”

Dustin laughed at Eddie’s misery before jumping back into the pool (almost on top of Mike, who kicked away at the last second).

“Let me help with that, sweetheart.” Eddie heard Steve’s voice in his ear as he came up from behind him to grab the bag and six-pack from him and placing them on the table next to the grill with his burgers and the added plate of toppings he must’ve grabbed.

Sweetheart?? That was new...and most certainly did NOT make Eddie want to melt into a puddle, thank you very much.

Eddie knew he now looked completely sunburnt, despite just stepping outside a whole 30 seconds ago.

‘Ok, that’s how you want to play it, Harrington? First an ass smack, and now this??’ Eddie thought to himself. Time to crank up the flirting.

Eddie turned heel and marched back inside and directly to the freezer. He knew he had to have some in here somewhere, they are one of Dustin’s favorites.

‘Perfect.’ Eddie thought as he grabbed a cherry flavored popsicle, unwrapping it, and stepping back outside, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen as he went.

“Hey Stevie, can you help me out with this before your hands get all nasty?”

—————

“Yeah sure Eddie, what do you ne__” Steve turned around from starting the grill to face Eddie at his question. ‘Fucking hell, Munson.’

Eddie was staring at him with those damn doe eyes, holding out the bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and had a cherry-red popsicle held in the other. His already red lips wrapped around the end. ‘When’d he get that??’

Steve cleared his throat and took the bottle from him “Yeah of course, turn around.”

Eddie flashed that megawatt grin at him “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve felt his cheeks turning pink at that.

Eddie turned to face away from Steve, the hand that previously held the bottle coming up between his shoulder blades to pull his shirt over his head. 

Steve noticed that Eddie didn’t pull the shirt all the way off his arms, just pulled it up and over his head so his head and back were free. A pang shot through his stomach at that ‘Of course he’s going to be self-conscious about his scars, fuck why did you think a pool party was a good idea?? Okay focus, just make sure to say something to him later on about them_oh fucking HELL’

Steve’s his train of thought imploded when Eddie decided to glance over his shoulder at Steve as he pulled his hair over the other with his free hand.

“This is going to be cold, sorry Eds.” How he had kept his voice sounding completely normal was a mystery to Steve, but now he had to focus on the fact that he’d be rubbing his hands all over Eddie.

He started at the small of Eddie’s back. Pushing the heels of his palms outward from Eddie’s spine where his fingers could come to a rest (however briefly) on either side of the older man’s waist and giving a slight squeeze.

Eddie’s breath hitched and Steve saw the blush bloom under the skin at the back of his neck. Deciding to ignore that (for now) Steve said “I told you it was going to be cold.”

“Shut up, Steve, it still caught me off guard.”

Steve chuckled and continued rubbing the lotion in, making sure to do a good job at covering every inch. Not just because he was loving being able to freely touch Eddie like this, but legitimately because he didn’t want Eddie to burn to a crisp.

He got up to Eddie’s shoulders and found some of his hair had slipped from the rest. Using a single finger, Steve brushed the stray lock from where it started behind Eddie’s ear, down across his neck and over the other shoulder. Eddie visibly shuddered and Steve smiled, “Sorry, your hair was in the way. We need to get you a hair tie.”

Finished with his back, Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, “OK you’re all good back here, do you want me to get your front too or have you got it covered?” giving the full King Steve smirk as Eddie turned back to face him causing him to blush more.

“I_I’ve got it.” Eddie stuttered, taking back the bottle.

How Steve managed to wrench his gaze from Eddie’s popsicle-red pout, he had no clue. “You might want to get your face done sooner than later, you’re already turning red.” Steve winked at a spluttering Eddie before turning back to the grill.

Eddie started grumbling behind him and Steve heard the rustle of fabric, assuming Eddie had fully removed his shirt now. 

Glancing over his shoulder, Steve could see that Eddie was turned to face away from everyone else as he applied the sunscreen.

That pang went through Steve again, this time closer to his heart. He turned to Eddie again and came to his side so he could speak to him quietly “Hey, I know you probably don’t want everyone to see, but just know that no one here will give you shit for any of them. Or if they do, they’ll have to deal with me.” 

Eddie had froze when Steve came up to him, but then tuned his face to look at him properly.

That same damn pang shot directly through Steve’s heart this time at Eddie’s big, lovely, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Put your shirt back on if you need to, but if you want to leave it off, make sure to put extra lotion on the scars themselves..I made sure I did on the parts I could reach from your back.”

Eddie looked even more like he was going to cry now, but smiled gratefully at Steve and nodded. Steve smiled at him softy and went back to the grill to actually get food started for everyone. 

And if he did notice that Eddie went back to his own sunchair, sans shirt, no he didn’t.

—————

Eddie had just barely sat down when Robin leaned over to him from her chair next to him “What in the actual hell was all that?”

“No idea what you’re talking about Robs.” Eddie said nonchalantly, laying back all the way in his chair.

“Uncle Robin, will you help me re-do my braids?” Max yelled from the other side of the pool before Robin could grill him any further.

‘Thank you Max’ Eddie thought. And just like Max had said he would, Dustin’s head whipped around to look at Robin who was already making room in front of her for Max to sit while she braided. 

Eddie watched as Dustin scrambled out of the pool and up to Steve “Steve, do you have a pad of paper and a pen or something?”

“Wh_what? Uh, yeah there should be one in the kitchen. The third drawer down from the phone? Wait! Dry off a bit otherwise you’ll slip on the tile.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and mumbled a “Yes, mom.” under his breath as he walked over to the pile of towels. He grabbed one off the top, barely dusted himself off with it, and dropped it on the concrete before hurrying into the house, still soaking wet. 

Eddie heard a small ‘Oh shit’ from Dustin that he could only assume meant he had slipped a bit on the tile like Steve said he would.

Dustin came back out in no time at all and called the rest of the goblins over to a small patio table on the other side of the pool. As soon as Max’s braids were done, she too went to the table, sidling up between Lucas and Eleven.

Dustin’s hand looked a blur as he would scribble something down to one thing someone said, then crossing other things out to a differnt comment. Eddie chuckled at the sight and leaned back again, closing his eyes.

After a bit, Steve walked over from the grill and sat at the end of Eddie’s chair, scooting his legs out of the way with his ass and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.

“You need more room for that thing, Harrington?” Eddie snarked, poking Steve’s hip with his foot before closing his eyes to the sun again.

“You need a new popsicle?” Steve flicked the end of the popsicle stick that was still hanging out of Eddie’s mouth.

“You just liked seeing me with something in my mouth.”

There was a pause, and Eddie felt the chair shift as Steve stood back up. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt the shade of Steve leaning over him. Steve’s face was right next to his, his mouth close to Eddie’s ear “And what if I did?”

‘Jesus H. Christ’ was Eddie’s only thought as he watched Steve(’s ass) walk back over to the grill.

Eddie had a bit of time to calm down after that when Steve yelled for everyone to come grab food, deciding to steer clear while the gremlins descended upon the feast and watch Steve ‘Mom’ over them all. “Grab napkins, Lucas”. “Mike put at least some lettuce on those, you need veggies too!”, “Dustin, cool it with the ketchup.”

That’s it. That was the last straw. Eddie’s in love. 

‘Fucking hell.’ Eddie shot up from where he was laying and sat at the end of the chair instead. ‘Fucking hell..’ Eddie stood up and started pacing.

Every thought he’d ever had about Steve Harrington whipped through his mind like a hurricane. Every time he thought Steve was cute back in high school, the one (1) time he saw Steve in his Scoops Ahoy outfit before he vowed to never return to Starcourt, every time he was confused at seeing King Steve being the one there to pick up the Hellfire kids after their sessions, Steve’s reaction to being manhandled into the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, his willingness to follow the kids there in the first place to come help Eddie of all people, insisting on being the one to dive into Lover’s Lake so the others didn’t have to (him stripping off his sweater when he did and tossing it to Eddie when Nancy was right there ogling him too), the sight of him sweaty, dirty and bleeding in the upside-down that Eddie just needed to get covered up before he’d lose his mind (again), then realizing his mistake too late when he now had to look at Steve in his battle vest, swearing he was catching Steve looking at his lips in the same hellscape, Steve carrying him out of there when they were successful but hadn’t all went too well for Eddie, Steve being there in the hospital when he woke up spouting off to Robin about ‘If Steve were gay, do you think he’d fuck me?’ (’...Eddie, I’m Bisexual.’ ‘Oh sweet! I can only write with my right hand..’), and then, fuck, now knowing that Steve was the one leaving him these sappy notes just because he thought Eddie looked hot in the School play? Being a mom to all these kids that didn’t get time to be kids until now?

Eddie was gone. And probably had been for a while.

By the time he came down from his spiral, he was halfway though a burger that somehow materialized in his hand.

“The fuck?” Eddie looked to Robin, Nancy, and Steve.

Steve sat up from where he was laying, already back in his own chair, empty plate sat on his leg, “Oh, uhm, you seemed to be out of it when I told you to come grab food so I tried handing you something so I’d know you’d eat. You took it and started eating so I figured you were OK.”

Eddie looked from Steve disbelievingly, to Robin disbelievingly. Then back to Steve. “Th_thanks Steve.”

“No worries, Eds.”

Eddie sat back down on the end of his chair and finished his burger, his mind adding this to his list of reasons to love Steve Harrington.

Dustin had stopped scribbling furiously on the lended pad of paper by now, and Eddie called out to him to get him to share, hoping to get his mood back on track.

“Dustybuns, what have you all been doing over there this whole time??” Dustin looks at Eddie, then back at the rest of the Council of Doofuses, then back to Eddie before they all approach the older teens laying out on Steve’s patio furniture.

Max and El came over with them too (even Erica), from where they had assuredly been watching the chaos unfold from their own sunchair. The boys were now almost bone dry. That’s how long they’d been going at this.

“We’ve had to add in a couple people to The Party Family Tree.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha got?” Eddie says at the same time Steve says “Oh god, here we go..”

Dustin clears his throat, “OK so we start with Steve as the Mom. Obviously.”

Steve’s sat up on his lounger now, and hangs his head into his hands at that.

“Sure.” Robin affirms for the rest of them, encouraging Dustin to continue and ignoring the miserable noise Steve makes.

“Eddie is the dad.” 

“Awe, Stevie!” Eddie places his hand over his heart, “Wait, when’s our anniversary?”

"You haven’t proposed yet.” Steve says into his hands.

“ANYWAY.” Dustin sounds loudly “So Steve and Eddie are the mom and dad. Robin is our Uncle on Steve’s side, Nancy is our Aunt on Eddie’s side.”

“Wait, what? Eddie laughs and looks over at Nancy who is trying to hold back her laughter behind her hand.”

“Yeah, and Hopper is Steve’s dad so I guess he’s our Grandpa.” Steve’s head snaps up at that.

“He’s old and crotchety enough.” Mike chimes in, shrugging.

“I am Jane Hopper so I am Steve’s sister now.” El says carefully, like she is remembering exactly how families work exactly.

Steve looks like he’s trying not to cry, looking at El with a small smile.

“What about Jonathan?” Robin asks, getting into it fully at this point.

Eddie could almost feel the weirdness hit Steve and Nancy at that, like a foot of snow falling all at once.

“He’s Steve’s oldest.” Dustin states matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. He’s your oldest son; you had him way too young and he has already moved out.”

“He’s a little distant, but you know he’s happy out in Cali with his boyfriend and you see him on the holidays.” Will tells Steve, smiling brightly as the other kids laugh.

Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are honestly dumbfounded at the web they’ve woven around Mama Steve; Robin is absolutely delighted to find out about Steve’s firstborn. (”Who’s the baby daddy?” she asks him, getting a loud smack on her arm for it.)

Everyone’s waiting for Steve to say something. 

He stands up, turns to face his brood, and opens his arms wide in invitation. They all crowd in around him and the mask drops off his face as he finally lets the tears start flowing.

Robin and Eddie glance at each other before throwing themselves around their hoard, Nancy coming up to Robin’s side.

“I love you guys.” Steve says, his voice thick.

After a good long moment, Mike pipes up from somewhere toward the middle of the pack “Okay this is great but it’s still a million degrees outside and somehow I ended up in the middle of this furnace.” 

They all chuckle and separate from each other, some wiping tears away with their hands and others (Mike, Max, Erica) jumping back into the pool to disguise how wet their face may or may not have gotten.

Still wiping his tears away, Steve yells at them to “Dammit get back out so you can put more sunscreen on!” to choruses of “Yes, mom.” and more laughing.

“...So if Stevie and I get divorced, who gets which kids?” Eddie asks, and immediately has to start dodging Steve’s attempts to tackle him into the pool.

Dustin picks up the pad of paper and flips to a new page as the rest of them start yelling at him who they’d want to “stay” with.

----------

A few hours later it’s getting cooler, a sign of the fall to come. Steve manages to coax everyone back inside with the promise of pizza and movies.

Eddie and Robin had gone in before the rest of the kids to get changed and start piling pillows, blankets, and even a couple mattresses onto the floor of the living room. Pulling everything out before the rest came in and started getting changed. Eddie is the first to plop down on the massive floor bed, right in the middle.

Robin fell back onto the couch that was now an acting headboard, “So, any more news on the secret admirer front?” she asks, nudging him with her foot.

“Boy do I have a story for you, Robs.” Eddie grinned.

“You mean about your latest rose?” Max came into the room with El, piling themselves on Steve’s armchair with the fluffiest blanket in the pile.

“The one exactly, Red.”

“Ok good, then I can Ignore you for the next two hours.”

Eddie threw a pillow at her head at that.

“Max was there when you found it?” This time it was Will and Mike coming in with their bags of snacks and finding a spot to lay out.

“Actually, she was there when the guy left the rose.” Max said from the chair.

There was a clatter from the kitchen, then Dustin came barreling in from where he was helping Steve with dishes. “So you know who it is??” he asked Max

“No doofus, Eddie was with me when the guy left the rose at Eddie’s trailer.”

Another clatter from the kitchen.

“You OK Steve?” Robin asked.

“Peachy.” he called back.

“Wait, so you guys saw him leave it? So you know who it is??” Dustin continued.

Lucas came down the steps then, Max’s walkman in his hand. He handed it to her before getting comfy in front of the girls’ chair. Erica following and squishing herself into the corner of the loveseat.

“We saw him, but couldn’t tell who it was.”

“So here’s the thing,” Eddie starts “I was with Max that night while her mom was at work, my uncle was at his shift, AND my van was in the shop. My trailer was dark and both cars were gone. Of course he’d think it was safe to be a bit bolder and leave this one right at my doorstep.”

Being met with ‘Ahs’ of understanding, Eddie continued: “But what he must not know is that trailer walls are thin, and I know what the gravel outside my place, and that second squeaky step on the porch sound like when someone walks on 'em. So when we heard it from Max’s living room, we looked out to make sure it wasn’t some person trying to vandalize my shit again.”

Steve had come into the room and leaned against the doorframe a bit earlier, dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, and now looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Gotcha.’ Eddie thought.

"But alas, the night was dark, and we could barely make out a figure before whoever it was ran off into the night.” Eddie waggled his fingers like he was telling a scary story

“They walked to your house??” Dustin asked

“No dipshit, they probably didn’t want to be recognized by their car” Mike shot back.

“Who has that recognizable of a car?” came Will’s small voice

“Besides Steve? I don’t know.” Erica chimes in

“Me??” Steve asked, actually confused

“Yeah Steve, everyone knows your beemer.” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“So when I went back home, the rose was there.” Eddie pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket. “This one says “Think of all the things We've shared and seen, Don't think about the way things might have been” Eddie sings the line.

“Wow, your voice is really pretty Eddie.” Eleven says, breaking the silence that followed.

“Thanks, supergirl.”

“Eddie those lyrics have to be a clue” Dustin says, always the analyzer

Eddie makes eye contact with Steve from across the room and smiles fondly.

“I know.”

_______________________________

Pt. 6 will be here!

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

Thank you to @lunaraindrop and @starkdusk for being the first ones to encourage my ‘Steve is a jock and would smack Eddie’s ass accidentally’ brainrot 🥰

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[aidaronan]

24 for the Steddie/Spotify wrapped prompt!

Welp. This one got away from me and is less a ficlet and more of just... a fic, but here we go! 24 - Scary Kids Scaring Kids - Watch Me Bleed

Lucky Number 42

Tags & Warnings: Blood, Time Loop, MCD but it’s a time loop so…, maybe it's supernatural or maybe it's maybelline It’s March 27th for the 41st time, and Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the sickly colors of the Other Sky. He won’t forget the blood either, the way it stains Eddie’s shirt and mats up his pretty hair. The way it gushes through Steve’s fingers as he tries to hold it all in yet again, as though if he just squeezes tight enough, it’ll finally—finally—work this time around.

“Guess we’ll try again, huh?” Eddie smiles, red pooling in the cracks between his teeth. “Fuck, Stevie, why’s it always so cold?” Nearby, Dustin sobs uncontrollably. Steve won’t forget that sound either. It’s seared into his brain, all of it. The same day over and over and over again, both of them stuck in it together. Changing everything, changing nothing.

“What is it you told me, Eds? 42 is the answer, right?” Steve squeezes his hand tight, his heart so full of love and yearning and clogged-up grief that he can feel it all spilling painfully into his chest. “That’s gonna be it for us. Lucky number 42.”

But whether he heard him or not, Steve doesn’t know. Eddie’s gone again, his eyes empty, his hand limp. Steve sinks into the dirt and hugs his knees, letting his forehead fall against his folded arms.

He has a mental tally running, everything that’s worked, everything that hasn’t.

There’s really only one direction left, the one direction Eddie wouldn’t entertain when Steve suggested it 28 days ago, 24 days ago, 15 days ago, 7... The more they fell for each other, the more vehement Eddie got about how that particular avenue was off limits, ‘un-fucking-entertainable, actually.’

It’s the only way though, has to be. There isn’t any other way left.

Taking a few deep breaths, Steve raises his head and crawls for Dustin, still crying, completely unaware of how many times they’ve been here before.

“I love you, Dustin. I love you and I’m sorry your childhood got absolutely shit on, and I hope you know you deserve better than all this.” Steve will say it again on the next loop, too, when it’ll actually (hopefully) count. But he needs to say it now. For himself.

“This can’t be happening,” is Dustin’s choked-out reply.

Steve wants to say that it’s okay, that he’ll fix it. But he and Eddie have also talked about how maybe all of it’s some kind of personal hell built just for them. So maybe there is no fixing it.

All Steve knows is he can’t watch Eddie die again, and he can’t watch anyone else die in Eddie’s place.

So…

So.

“I know.” Steve holds onto Dustin’s arm, waiting for the girls to make their way back to them so they can get out together, so Steve can shower and fall into bed and do what needs to be done. “I know,” he says again. And he does know. Fuck, he knows 41 times over.

It’s exactly three hours and twenty-seven minutes later—it always is, give or take five minutes—when Steve finally lays his head on his pillow., curled protectively around Robin’s back. It’s another half hour or so before she cries herself to sleep.

Then countless unquantified minutes before Steve manages to drop off. On the edge of consciousness, he dreams a voice quietly speaking the number, “two.”

#

When Eddie asks the plan for the day, Steve lies. They sneak into the woods near the clearing and they have each other wholly, primally, sex forged from bonding in a way that only they could ever understand. And then they plan.

And Steve lies.

He suggests they rehash Day 13 with Day 42’s knowledge, plus Day 17’s solution for saving Max. He talks Eddie through the hang-ups, through the objections, feeling a sickening mix of resignation and guilt with every inch of ground he gains in convincing him.

In the end, Eddie nods. “Let’s do this then. Lucky number 42.”

“The answer to the universe, life, and, uh, all the other stuff.”

Eddie huffs a small laugh and looks at Steve fondly, cupping his cheek. “How many roads must a man walk down indeed.”

When they kiss for luck, Steve focuses on every single millisecond, on the way Eddie’s lips feel, on the hands on him—small of his back, back of his neck—and on the feeling of Eddie’s hair sliding hairspray-rough through his fingers. Every little breathy sound, every note of birds calling, bugs flitting.

Life.

It may not have been everything Steve wanted, but he got to have this. For one fleeting moment, he got to fall in love and to be part of a small family of misfits. Some people never got that lucky.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too.”

It feels like a blink before they’re outside of the trailer, Dustin locked in the bathroom in Right-side-up Hawkins. It’s just them and their makeshift armor—spear and nail bat against the swarm.  

Eddie looks at him and nods.

Steve looks back and chokes down a sob, summoning all the bravery he possesses. “Eddie. I’m sorry.”

“Wh—”

This is the easy part, years of sports and fighting all culminating in this moment. At full speed, Steve plows into Eddie, tackling him to the ground, covering his body with his own.

They’re already biting by the time Eddie reacts, fighting like hell, pushing with all the strength of someone who spent years hauling around band equipment and theater props. Eddie’s strength is mostly in his thighs though, a force he uses to drive the rest of him. If Steve keeps him on the ground long enough…

“You motherfucker. You motherfucking fuck! You fucking son of a goddamned…” A feral scream, a shove that Steve counters by squeezing Eddie’s arms tight against him. Eddie growls, broken and desperate, “Stevie, please.”

They’re both fighting hard and with all the love in their bones. Apologizing over and over, Steve forces his fingers deep into the dirt, gripping the roots of rotten hell-vines hard even while the bats chew, even while he cracks his fingernails, and his hands bleed along with his body.

He’s halfway dead by the time the bats drop, and he knows it.

Eddie pushes him off and gets onto his knees and Steve can’t help but smile because Eddie is gloriously and beautifully okay. There’s a bite on his arm along with a few scratches from their tussle, but that’s it. He’ll make it this time. He’ll make it.

“I did it,” Steve says, falling onto his back despite the fact that it’s nothing but open wounds. “I did it. You’re alive and no one else is gonna…”

Eddie replies with a broken scream, with hands that reach for the bloodied hole on the side of Steve’s neck, that try to turn him over to see where else they need to press.

“Don’t.” Steve grabs weakly at his wrists. “Please, just… Let me. See if it works.”

“Fuck you, Steve.” Eddie blinks out several tears. “Fuck you. I said not this. Not this.”

“It’s the one thing we haven’t tried, Eddie. Maybe this is how it was always supposed to go, you know. Why we couldn’t break—” Steve coughs wetly. “God, it really is cold, huh?”

“Just… Just stay, okay, Stevie. Be stronger than me. Hold on, and that’s how we’ll break it, yeah? With you living.”

In the distance, Steve can hear Dustin finally bursting out of the trailer, crying his name.

He blinks up at Eddie’s brown eyes and smiles at the warmth of his hands on him.

Somewhere else, he can hear voices, unfamiliar and new.

“Oh,” Steve says, the edges of his vision going black, swallowing up Eddie’s face. “So there really is something else after all.”

#

Death, it seems, is darkness. Not terrifying but restful. Not cold, not warm either.

Just floating, quiet and peaceful.

“Two.”

A voice flows out of the void, a voice Steve thinks he may have dreamed once or even more than once. It’s quickly followed by more, all speaking rapidly from everywhere and nowhere.

“Four in cold blood. Undoing.”

“Two from love’s sacrifice. Healing.”

“And so it is. See how it all knits back into one.”  

“Then it is done. Send him back.”

Steve tries to open his mouth. “Where—?”

He never finishes the question.

#

Steve blinks awake to the rhythmic sounds of a machine beeping.

He slowly turns his head to find Robin curled up in a chair next to him, snoring softly with a book steepled open in her lap.

“Rob?”

She startles awake and locks eyes on him before exclaiming with a smile that goes instantly tearful, “Holy shit. Steve.”

From a lumpy bag by her feet, she unearths a walkie-talkie, nearly flinging it at him in her haste to use it. Her hands are shaking when she brings it to her face.

“Hey, uh, everyone. We’re… We’re having a good hair day.”

There’s a chorus of voices, all of them expressing some kind of joy and relief, all of them saying they’ll be there as soon as they can.

“Already in the van. Munson over and out.”

He’s there within five minutes, hair in a messy bun that implies he might have genuinely thrown it up while steering with his knees.

Standing in the doorway, he pauses, eyes on Steve. Steve feels like his entire stomach might drop out under the weight of that gaze. If he’d had any reason to wonder if Eddie remembered all the loops, he’d have no doubt now.

“Hey Rob, can I have a minute with Stevie boy here before the entire Scooby Gang shows up?”

“Uh…” Robin looks back and forth between them, furrowing her brow at Steve before getting up. “Yeah, sure.”

She softly closes the door on the way out, and just like that they’re alone.

“I should kill you all over again for what you pulled, you know?” Eddie says, sitting down and reaching for Steve’s hand.

“You should.”

“But then again, here we are.”

“Here we are. How long was I…?”

“Dead? Or here? Because you did die. I checked your pulse, listened for a breath, fucking everything. And then the girls showed up and out of the blue, you twitched a fucking finger, so Nance and I… You’ve been in the hospital for a week.”

“I had a dream. Maybe. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream at all. I don’t know.” Steve thinks about it again, the infinite peace of the void. “There were, uh, voices, and I think they were saying you and I both had to be willing to die for each other. Like specifically two people in love. To undo Vecna. Are the gates…?”

“Closed, but that could be because Nance and Robin flambéed him alive.”

“Yeah.”

“More things in heaven and Earth though, Stevie. We did just repeat March 27 for a month and a half. Maybe someone was looking out for us. Or they just really fucking hate Vecna. There are many options for motive here.”

Steve rubs at Eddie’s knuckles with his thumb. He hadn’t even taken the time to put his rings on. “So many.”

“It’s over though,” Eddie says. “All of it. The suits cleared my name in five minutes and Hopper ripped the local PD a new asshole. Only question now is…” Eddie gives the spot where they’re holding hands a pointed look. “Now what?”

Steve thinks for a second, mouth twitching at every stolen happy moment in those 42 days of hell. Every smile, every kiss, every sneaky sweaty fuck. Every little conversation that made him laugh, made him feel, made him fall. “Do you remember Day 19 when I asked where you’d go if you ever left Hawkins?”

“I do. By then we’d already given each other hand jobs so I had exactly zero qualms about saying I’d go to San Francisco where I could be gay as hell and also make the heaviest of metal.”

“Yeah, well.” Steve shrugs. “I’m assuming I have to stay in this hospital for a little longer and probably sign, like, another pile of papers that say I won’t tell anyone the government broke Hawkins because they were experimenting on little kids. But after that, why not?”

“Why not? Just like that? ‘Eddie, let’s move in together and also let’s do that in California.’ That easy, huh?”

“We just lived through the end of the world 42 times, Eds. Why the hell can’t it be?”

Eddie laughs quietly and looks down at his lap, shaking his head, a few tendrils falling out of the bun as he does.

Outside of the room, Steve hears a series of sneakers squeaking on linoleum. The door bursts open and Eddie quietly pulls his hand away. But he’s smiling ear to ear when he leans back to let a gaggle of teens throw themselves semi-gently onto Steve for half-hugs.

“Well okay then, Stevie,” Eddie says over the sound of six other people talking at once. “If that’s what you want.”

#steddie #fanfic #mine #spotify wrapped but make it fics #time loop

[sadhours]

Wicked Sensation

part six // billy hargrove x f!reader

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen

word count: 5.1k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (f recieving), slapping, dirty talk, billy being agressive, steve being too good of a guy, angst, underage drinking

“You can take me,” you tell Steve before he has a chance to say hello.

You’d lied awake for hours after Billy had left last night, thinking about how while at first the idea of going to the dance with Steve as a game to Billy you’ve come to realize that’s exactly what it was, a game to Billy. It hurt that he would use the opportunity to have yet another leg up on Steve in this dumb feud they had going on. And it wasn’t even like Steve would know, it was like Billy wanted to hurt him and play mind games Steve wouldn’t even realize Billy was behind. You thought about calling off the whole plan but decided you deserved to actually have some fun and Steve was very much that. Conversations between you two were as easy as they come. Steve made you laugh and you liked the contrast between his easy going attitude and Billy’s intensity.

“Really?” Steve chirped, “Awesome, so uh, cool, cool, yeah.”

“I’ll pick a red dress,” you interpret his stuttering, hand on his chest because you see Billy out of the corner of your eye and maybe you can play the game to your advantage. “Pick me up at 5 for dinner.”

You wave goodbye, eyes darting back to see Billy with amused wide eyes which he has to mask quickly when Tommy walks up to him. You wonder who Billy’s going to go to the dance with, the idea making your stomach twist in jealousy. Which only worsens when you get to class and hear other girls talking about it. Since he hadn’t been making moved on anyone and was seemingly single they figured it was open season.

“You think he’s going to ask someone? Would it be totally weird to ask him?” you overhear Peggy’s voice and roll your eyes. Of course she’s still pining over him. Then you fall down a rabbit hole of thinking about Billy having sex with these girls. Did he touch them the way he touched you? The sensations were extremely hard to forget, not that you really tried to. Was what you two shared special and saved just for you or did he make all these other women crumble under his touch as well? You’re thinking about it for the rest of the school day, flashes of Billy sweating over top the list of women you know he’s been with.

“Why are you so quiet?” he asks on the ride home. Max has headphones on so you’re tempted to admit the reason you haven’t said a single word to him but it just doesn’t feel like the right moment. The two of you never talked about feelings when the sun was still out.

“Just a weird day,” you explain which isn’t exactly a lie.

“Is it about winter formal? Listen, I’d like to take you but…” He starts.

You interrupt, “It’ll ruin what we have.” You’ve heard him say it a couple times. You’ve told him you understand every time. “That’s not what I’m upset about.”

Billy squeezes your thigh and you picture him doing it to every bitch that’s been in his car so you jerk away. “I’m fine,” you insist and look out the window.

He backs off with a sigh, turning the dial up on his stereo to drown out the bad mood. You don’t say bye when he parks in front of his house, storming in your house and slamming the door behind you. Since the house is empty you scream out, closing your eyes tight when you do so and not giving a shit if Billy could hear it. However, you don’t expect to see your dad and little brother running into the living room.

“Oh,” your cheeks flush, “I thought I was alone.”

Your dad looks even more worried than before, “You okay?”

“I got asked to Winter Formal,” you tell him, tossing your backpack on the ground. “What are you two doing home?”

“Your brother is ‘sick’,” your dad says with air quotes, “Had to leave work early to get him. The neighbor boy ask you?”

“No, Billy didn’t ask me. One of the most popular boys asked me,” you vent to him.

He takes the opportunity, you usually never complained about your love life to him. He grabs a beer from the fridge and offers it to you, “Why didn’t Billy ask you if he’s been sneaking into your room for months?”

“His dad wouldn’t like me,” you admit, opening the beer and guzzling it down. You half expect your dad to scold you but he doesn’t.

“Ya know, I had to work on his dads car the other week… he’s a real dick,” your dad levels with you.

“So I’ve heard.”

“Did you say yes?” he asks, grabbing a beer for himself.

“I… Billy told me to and I do want to go so yes, I said yes. But I don’t want to hurt this guy because I like him but… I like him like I like Eddie,” you spew out.

Your dad sighs, joining you at the kitchen table. “It’s not good to lead people on. I think you oughta tell this fella you just want to be friends.”

You think about your light flirting with Steve earlier that day. It felt good to flirt with him but it’s not like you wanted to break things off with Billy to pursue Steve. “I know,” you sigh, “I just wish things could be different with Billy.”

“Compromise is important. I learned that with your mom. I wished things were different with her but when I look back, I wished I was more patient and compassionate,” your dad reveals and it breaks your heart a bit. You missed your mom but you thought your dad was a good guy and if she couldn’t even bother to check in every once in a while then maybe she was the bad actor.

You have no idea how to talk to your dad about your mom leaving so you just nod, “You’re right…” you sigh and stand up, “I’m gonna go out front for a bit.”

Your dad grins with a nod, “Do what feels right, pumpkin.”

When you’re outside you see Billy taking out the trash, watching as you light your smoke and you raise your beer to him. He shakes his head but he’s smiling before he blows you a kiss. You feel your heart skip a bit, swooning for him easily before he’s back inside. You couldn’t tell your dad about the intimate reasons you were upset. You didn’t bother Eddie with sexual details or problems so that left the problem to talk to it about. Which you weren’t looking forward to but for your sanity you had to ask him.

-

You’re waiting for Billy to call since you’d kind of given him the cold shoulder you expected him to give you space. You glance to your alarm clock and see it’s nearing midnight. If he was gonna call it would have been by now. You sigh and get up, standing in your mirror while you undress. You watch yourself and wonder if anything was different between you and Peggy, underneath it all. Peggy probably wears nighties, you think and without much of a second thought, you’re digging in your closet for the one you own, a Christmas present from your grandma. You hold the hanger in front of you, a simple white slip with a delicate lace along the décolletage. She’d probably wear something like this, you think as you pull it over your naked body.

Knock, knock. Your head snaps towards the window to see Billy looking back at you with a surprised grin on his face. You walk over, unlocking the window before sliding it open.

“I’ve never seen that before,” he says, his mouth hanging open when he’s finished.

“You’re gonna drool,” you shut is jaw with a gentle hand before helping him inside.

Billy shuts the blinds behind him and wraps his arms around your waist, “You expecting me?”

“Oh, god, you would like this,” you roll your eyes and pull away.

Billy grabs your wrist and tilts his head, quizzically, “Am I not supposed to?”

“No!” You exclaim, “It’s not me! You’re not supposed to like it!”

His smile falters and his eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What’s going on?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you suddenly feel exposed and ashamed. Billy’s fingers dance under your elbow and arms. He steps closer, eyes expectant while he waits for you to answer. You’re afraid you’ll start to cry if you open your mouth, looking up at him fearful.

“Baby…” he mutters, “Talk to me.”

His voice is quiet but his eyes on you make the room seem smaller and smaller with each second.

“Am… am I different?”

“Incredibly,” he whispers, “Weirdest person I’ve met.” The smirk on his face isn’t soothing in any way.

“No… like,” you let out a shaky breath. “Do you touch other girls like you touch me?”

Confusion and anger cover his expressions, “What? I haven’t touch-“

“When you did, before me, after we did, I mean have you fucked them like me or is it different?” you interrupt him, finally relieved to get this off your chest.

Billy pauses, unsure of how to answer that question or what exactly it implied. He couldn’t help if he knew how to make women come undone for him. “What are you talking about?”

“Peggy wants to ask you to the dance. You fucked her forever ago and she’s still thinking about you. I can’t fathom the thought of you… I don’t know, Billy.”

“Hey, hey,” he sits you down the bed and gets on his knees between your legs, “it is so different for you and I.”

“You made them feel how you make me feel,” you mutter out, the tears spilling out finally.

“But I’m here with you, I stopped sleeping with other girls, babe. For you. You make me feel better than they ever could,” he says and you can’t believe the words coming from him or how easy it is for him to comfort you. “I don’t care if they still want me, you shouldn’t either. They can’t have me, but you do.”

“But Billy… they still talk about you,” you blubber, palms smearing your tears away as they coat your flushed cheeks.

He sighs then, sitting on his heels. He’s quiet for a second and then he’s taking his dagger earring off and putting it on your ear. You hadn’t even realized he took it back from you. “Have this. Wear it everyday. I know it’s not me screaming from the rooftops that we’re together but it’s what I can do for now,” he’s saying, eyes trained on hours.

The gesture is sweet and calms you down slightly. He laces his fingers in yours and squeezes, “You’re different in the best way. I promise you, it’s different. I actually like you.”

You smile, “You mean it?”

“Lemme show you,” Billy’s bunching your night gown up and his mouth is between your legs. You watch him, licking between your folds and the sensation sends shivers up your spine. Say what they will, they didn’t have Billy like you did.

His fingers snake up your nightgown and graze against your nipple, tongue focused at your opening, sliding into you. Falling onto your back, your fingers grip his curls and pull him closer.

“Billy… feels so good…” you praise, lifting your feet to the edge of the mattress.

“Tastes even better,” he pulls away to mumble and the compliment floors you, pushing his face back.

His tongue broadly licks up your slit, shaking his head to aid when the tip of his tongue is pressed at your clit. Every concern slipping away from his deliberate actions. He’s entering you with two fingers and you feel the pressure building efficiently, tearing you apart expertly.

“I’m.. I’m gonna cum,” you stutter out, thighs clenching around his face and your back arched.

Billy quickens his pace, nodding his head up and down while his fingers twist and curl inside you. When you start to pant, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks which pushes you over the edge. “Billy!” you gasp, pulling at his hair and thrashing against his face.

“You’re mine,” he says when your faces meet again, tearing the nightie off of you.

“Mine..” you mumble out lazily, your body still on cloud nine.

“Yours,” Billy’s mouthing against your ear, peeling his shirt from his torso. You help him with his shoes and pants even though you’re suddenly exhausted. You want him to have you.

“Say it again,” you whimper, feeling his tip press against your entrance.

“I’m yours,” he says through gritted teeth as he inches inside of you.

“All mine,” you say, drunk on the passion as you wrap your legs around his waist and tug him closer.

Billy bites your bottom lip then, pushing the rest of the way and you feel him fill you up. You moan into his mouth when his fingers curl around your hip, everything falling apart around the two of you. He falters a bit, chuckling softly when he stills.

“Jesus,” he exhales, “I’m already close… give me a minute.”

It’s the highest compliment he could’ve paid you and you giggle back, “Thank you.”

“Oh, shut up,” he seethes but he’s smiling.

“You last long with them?” you tease, fingers grazing his chest and then curling around the necklace he’s always wearing. You think it’s the Virgin Mary, definitely something catholic.

Billy gently flicks your nose, looking pointedly at you, “This doesn’t typically happen, no.”

You shudder underneath him, tightening your legs around his waist. The stimulation takes his breath from his lungs and he’s pushing you down by your chest, “Give me a minute for fucks sake.”

“What if I want you to cum?” you challenge, rolling your hips against him.

“Then I will,” he keeps his palm pressed hard on your sternum. He starts moving again, pounding hard into you. Hard enough that it startles you and actually kind of hurt. You gasp and he grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head back but his eyes fierce. “But you’re gonna look at me while I do it. You look away and I won’t be happy.”

You’re curious so you tear your eyes away from his face, down to his chest. Billy’s quick to slap you, grabbing onto your jaw again and scolding you, “I fucking mean it.”

“Yes, Sir…” you pant, the carnal assault bringing a flood of arousal from you, only making the sound of his pumping into your wetness louder.

“Good girl,” he spits and it doesn’t sound like praise but like he expects this from you.

“You like when I’m a good girl?” you say through pouted lips.

Billy grits his teeth, thumb digging into your cheek. “Good girls don’t ask dumb questions,” he fumes, his hips relentless against you.

“I’m only bad for you,” you counter, your confidence in speaking is a show of how close you are to a second orgasm.

“I want you to be good right now,” he pants, holding his gaze into your eyes. You wonder if your banter is helping postpone or hastening his own climax.

“Make me be good,” you challenge and Billy’s pulling out to flip you over onto your stomach, grabbing your wrists in his hands and pinning them behind against the small of your back as he penetrates you hard.

“You little slut,” he slanders, driving his hips back and forth at a harsh pace. He’s successful shutting you up, the ferocious onslaught pushing the air from your lungs. He spanks your ass as he unloads inside of you, your own orgasm erupting in sync with him.

“Billy!” you cry out, shaking beneath him.

You both come down, breathing like you’d been holding it in for hours.

“I assure you, it was never anything like that,” he pants, eyes tightly closed.

-

Dress shopping was not fun. You’d dragged Eddie along for moral support but he wasn’t help at all, laughing at most ensembles you’d tried on. “You look like a cake topper.”

“That’s it,” you say, staring back at a foreign reflection. “I’m not going.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Oh, come on.”

Like some saving grace, you see Billy walking into the store. You lift an eyebrow in surprise, asking what he’s doing there. Then Max walks in behind him, looking out of place just like you.

“I need a dress,” she mutters and you smile, happy that someone had asked her to the Snowball Dance.

“It’s slim Pickens,” you inform her.

“Why not this?” Billy holds up a sleek, red gown. There’s no frills to it at all and you wonder why you couldn’t find it.

“Huh, more my style than Max’s,” you counter and Billy guffaws.

“Gee, I wonder why,” he shoves the hanger in your hand.

You slip away to try the dress on and realize just what a saving grace Billy was. It was like he knew your body better than you did. The god damn thing fit you like a glove, even if it had an absurd amount of cleavage spilling out. You’d never felt sexier, staring back at the mirror. You decide to make Billy wait, changing out of the dress but holding it to your chest.

“Please tell me it’s a winner?” Eddie begs, a hopeful glint in his eye. You’d promised to visit the comic store after this.

“Billy’s omnipresent or something,” you mutter, not wanting to admit he’d picked the perfect dress for you within seconds of arriving.

Billy smirks, “Ya gonna make me wait to see it, huh?”

“Max! Let me help you find something,” you usher the redhead off, not wanting to give Billy the satisfaction.

When you glance back to see him and Eddie getting along, your heart skips a beat thinking of what could be if only he didn’t have to keep you hidden. You shove it down, watching at what Max pulls from the racks. She doesn’t seem to like anything so you counter, “I went to the Snowball dance both years in junior high. You don’t really have to wear a dress.”

“My mom wants me to pick a dress out,” she counters and you nod.

“Let’s try to find something simple, then. I’m not much of a dress girl either, but our dance has a strict dress code,” you say. After a moment of thumbing through the racks, you pull one out, just a simple green dress. “How about this?”

Max looks at it intrigued, fingertips ghosting the velvet. “I guess this could work,” she decides, grabbing it from you and heading towards Billy. She hands it to him and says, “Here.”

Billy looks over to you appreciatively, “Well that was painless.” But he snakes to snatch the dress in your hand, taking it to the counter. You protest but it’s fruitless. Billy’s paying for your dress and handing the bag to you. “I’ll see you around.”

Eddie scoffs as Billy and Max walk out of the boutique, “That guy is something else.”

“I’ll say,” you sigh, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards the comic store.

-

With knuckles against your door, Steve feels anxious. You were hard to understand, pushing and pulling away from him. He couldn’t read you at all and that was part of what kept him interested. As he’s waiting outside, he catches Billy and his little step sister walking to his Camaro.

“King Steve,” he hears behind him, having turned away. Billy’s standing there, wearing a suit, hair meticulously styled and a simple stud in his ear.

“Can I help you?” Steve challenges, his hair is always perfectly sculpted, he spent an hour on it.

“No,” Billy shrugs, but before he can continue your dad opens the door.

“Hi, Dale,” Billy beams, confusing your dad, seeing two men standing in almost matching suits, the only difference in bow ties. Steve’s red to match your dress and Billy’s is a hot pink.

“Hello, Billy,” your dad greets, turning to your date and saying, “You must be Steve.”

“Billy! Let’s go!” Max calls out and Billy stifles his anger.

“Have a goodnight, Harrington,” he spits before walking back to his Camaro.

Steve extends his hand to your dad, “Nice to meet you.”

Your dad invites Steve inside, who then excuses himself in the bathroom before you walk out into the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend intimated your date,” your dad lets you know, looking amused.

“Oh, God,” you sigh, grimacing at the thought but thankfully you don’t have time to stew on it as Steve’s exiting the bathroom.

“You look amazing,” he says, out of breath as if he doesn’t see your dad standing next to you.

“So do you,” you tell him, smiling wide. Steve does look good, he usually looks pretty prim and proper but something about him in a tuxedo has you thinking about him in ways you never have.

“I’m right here,” your dad speaks up, chuckling as he does so.

Steve’s eyes widen, “Yeah! Oh, I’m sorry! It’s… sorry, I,” he grabs the corsage he’d left on the counter and presents it to you. You extend your wrist towards him with a flutter of your eyelashes, watching as he adorns the gorgeous rose.

“It’s pretty,” you note, a satisfied smile plastered on your face.

“Just like you,” Steve points out.

Your dad extends his hand to Steve, your date taking it in a firm handshake, “Take care of her.”

Steve nods, then moves towards the door. Your dad hugs you, whispering “Now that’s how a man should treat you.” before pulling away.

“Thank you,” you look into his eyes, you think he’s right but that Billy would… if he could.

The restaurant Steve takes you to is the nicest place you’ve been. It isn’t a diner at the edge of town. There’s many other kids from school here. You don’t see Billy and his date, thankfully. He never told you who he was going with but you weren’t sure if you’d hoped it was someone he hasn’t slept with or some poor sap he’d already fooled around with. You scold yourself for thinking about him in this moment. Right now was about you and your date. You were determined to have a good time. You order a glass of wine and Steve widens his eyes, perhaps impressed by your boldness. You supply your fake ID to the waiter and it’s accepted so he in turn offers Steve a glass. He accepts and you’re pleased to impress the man across from you.

“You’re something else,” Steve smiles, leaning across the table to take his hand in yours.

“I’ve heard that before,” you quip with a cocky smirk.

The food is good and the company even better. Steve is funny and charming, it would’ve been so easy for him to get in your pants if you weren’t spoken for. He’s handsome as hell too but equipped with a boyish charm that works so well. And God, you think, it would be easy to fall into something steady with him. Due to the three glasses of wine, you wonder what Steve’s like between the sheets. You imagine a slew of praises and what kind of noises he’d make with his dick in your mouth. Never in the past three years would you imagine you’d be here with the King of Hawkins High. The alcohol mixed with the the attention has you pressing Steve against his car in the parking lot, kissing him intensely and adoring the way it takes him by surprise.

“Wines the secret ingredient I needed, eh?” He mumbles when you pull away.

“You look good in a suit,” you shrug before trailing to the other side of his BMW. “Let’s go dance the night way, pretty boy.”

“No need to pull my arm,” he quips.

The high school gym looks like a sad car with a new paint job, the streamers doing little to distract you from the fact that you’re at Hawkin’s High. You immediately catch Billy’s eyes, he’s seeing you in the dress he’d bought for the first time. He’d seen it on the rack next to your mirror but he’d longed for the moment he got to see it draping to your curves. You hold Steve’s hand in yours, noticing as heads turn towards the two of you. You thought you looked so good in the dress no one was calling you a freak. But the looks were definitely because Steve brought a freak to Winter Formal and that freak looked hot.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy mutters to Billy who is also staring at you. He’s about to mirror Tommy’s thirst but catches himself.

“Whatever,” Billy mutters, slinging an arm over Molly’s shoulder.

Cutting Crew’s “(I Just) Died In Your Arms” starts playing and you grab Steve’s hand, pulling him to the punch bowl. When you get your drink, you feel the alcohol burn your throat. Thank God it’s been spiked. This would be a long night without it.

Billy’s watching across the gym, a little taken aback but the jealousy he feels in the pit of his stomach. But it’s your fault, right? He told you to go with Steve but he didn’t tell you to enjoy it. He seethes, watching after you both down a glass of punch before strutting to the dance floor. He hates how romantic this song is, seeing you drape arms around Steve as you sway together. He’d give anything to hear what you two were whispering back and forth. He’d really love to go up and sock Steve right in the face, but that’d be to obvious. No, he’d have to play dirty. Molly’s blabbering in his ear and he regretted the entire game, seeing how carefree and fun you seemed around his arch nemesis. He grabs Molly’s clutch, digging through it for the flask he’d stashed inside, though the whiskey inside isn’t much help.

When Sweet Dreams bubbles out of the speakers, he’s dragging Molly to the dance floor making sure he’s in your eyesight. He turns her around, hands on her hips and he grinds against her bottom with his eyes trained on you. Steve’s blissfully unaware of the competition at hand, gasping in your ear when you mimic Billy and Molly. You swing your hand up to lace through the bottom of Steve’s mullet. You think about kissing Steve but it’s too early. You’d fuck with Billy later, this is what he wanted after all.

After a few songs, you excuse yourself from Steve, explaining you need a cigarette badly. You let him think it’s from arousal but truly, you need a breath of air. It’s also an invitation for Billy that he takes, stalking out after you.

“Having fun?” he sneers as he catches you lighting your smoke.

You guffaw, hearing as the song before bleeds into Don’t Dream It’s Over by Crowded House. “I’m at a school dance watching the man I love grind against some whore,” your voice is venomous.

“I’m having the time of my life too,” Billy’s heart skips when you inadvertently admit you love him but hey, time and place. “It’s not fun watching heart eyes and grabby hands.”

“You told me to go with him, motherfucker,” you seethe, but internally feigning over the jealousy he exudes.

Billy scoffs, taking a deep drag from his own smoke.

“And Molly?” you laugh, “I should’ve guessed. Oh, Billy is just so cute! He’s just so kissable. Fucking gag me with a spoon.”

Billy greets his teeth, “I have something else I’d rather gag you with.”

You laugh harshly, the alcohol really showing itself when you comeback with, “Oh please Billy! I want nothing else than for you to get off in my throat where no one can see! Our little secret.”

“Cut the sarcasm, bitch,” Billy spits, pushing you against the wall.

“The fuck is wrong with you? You have to get drunk to spend the night with Harrington?”

“Had to get drunk to deal with you tonight. Steve’s a breeze to be around,” you quip and Billy’s got his hand on your throat as a reaction.

“You like getting a rise out of me,” he reasons, frowning around the words, “You’re not a filthy slut but you sure like acting like one to get my attention.”

You look him dead in the eye, “Let go of me or I’ll scream.”

Billy gives a laugh full of discredit, pushing you further.

“Oh my god, what are you doing? Billy, stop! You’re hurting me!” You claim and when you open wide to scream his hand is forcing your mouth shut.

“I don’t like the game you’re playing,” he says, eyes wary.

You bite his hand and he pulls away.

“Tell me you love me,” you appeal, eyes trained on his. “Tell me you love me and fucking mean it, Billy.”

He closes his eyes and blows air out of his nose, like he’s dejected. “You’re such a bitch,” he mutters, eyes fluttering open again but you’re serious.

“Tell me,” you shrill, “Tell me or I’m done. I’ll go home with Ste-“

“I love you, okay!” he drops his hand from his hands from your shoulders.

You pull him close, feeling his breath against your lips, “Again.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Billy Hargrove,” you say breathlessly before pulling him into a bruising kiss.

You could feel he meant it, especially with the way he kisses you back. You leave in two days for Florida and you really couldn’t leave without the admission. You melt into him and the two of you share a beautiful moment but it’s cut short by a girl neither of you know, storming out in tears. You both retract, as if you weren’t just sharing the most important stage of your relationship.

“You should get back to Steve,” Billy says dejectedly.

“One more time,” you plead.

“I love you,” he indulges, a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” you mutter, pulling back to stumble back into the dance. Everything seems different. You don’t want to go back to Steve, you want to follow Billy to his Camaro and get a motel somewhere far.

Take my breath away you hear through the fogginess of the smoke machines, seeing Steve fiddling with his fingers at a table. This isn’t fair, you think as you collapse into the chair next to him. Steve saw Billy follow you and the flush on your face but he doesn’t tell you.

“You want me to take you home?” he asks and you nod.

“Please…”

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I'm writing a fanfic centered around Wally Linda Irey and Jai, but I can't find any comics where Irey and Jai have like. Actual personalities lmao. I've found like one where Wally helps Jai use his powers without being in extreme pain but other than that they just seem like Typical Comic Book Kids. Ik plenty about the rest of the FlashFam but for some reason Irey and Jai aren't like. Given personalities from what I can tell? Do you have any suggestions?

I'm not really sure what you have read but the Wild Wests established their personalities fairly well. Adams run has also done that.

Irey is a lot like her father. A lot like her father. She's quick to anger and even quicker to lash out. Unlike Wally at that age, her favorite weapon isn't her fists but her tongue. That kid can be mean when she's mad. Irey has an almost teenaged level of sarcasm and sass up her sleeve at all times.

Not to say that she isn't nice as well. She's extremely friendly and outgoing. She puts herself out there and makes friends in a snap. Again... she's a lot like her father. 100% full throttle into whatever emotion she's feeling at the time.

And yeah, beyond that she's a pretty typical speedster child. ADHD to the max. Wants to be a hero and save people even though she's like 9. Dreams of being the Flash's sidekick. Absolutely adores the Flash (Wally). Again, think young KF Wally to get Irey's personality. Even down to the 'wants to be smart about it but is still impulsive as fuck' thing. Irey is 100% the kid with the plan. She thinks things through. She also does things without thinking. No, they aren't mutually exclusive. She has ADHD.

Now Jai.

Jai is a good mix of his parent's personalities. Think 'Blue Valley' era Wally and 'pre dating Wally' Linda. Jai is shy and withdrawn. He prefers solitary activities like journaling, reading and playing videogames. When he's excited he can be hyperactive but he isn't really 'active' the way Irey is. He doesn't have an unlimited amount of energy to burn, just normal kid energy.

Jai is calmer. Personality wise and in general. He lets things simmer. He mulls things over and thinks about things. He is slow to change his emotions. Stubborn even. Jai's baseline is 'annoyed and snappy with Irey' or 'vulnerable shy child emerges from his shell to speak to his parents'.

He's a bit of a lonely kid. Not that you would pick up on that around his family. But at school or at the park? Jai doesn't know how to make friends with other children.

When he's with Irey, he's fine but Jai isn't very functional alone. Despite how much he says that he resents Irey, he's extremely codependent. I can understand his perspective. She annoys him but she's also always been there for him. She's the only one who understands him and she was quite literally the only child he had met until he was seven years old. And then he only started going to school at eight. So he didn't really get to develop his social life beyond Irey.

Jai compares himself a lot to Irey. She's the perfect golden child. Superspeed, extremely social, smart, ect. Jai envies her. He wants her powers, her friends and her grades. He was extremely grouchy and depressed when he didn't have powers because it exacerbated this comparison. He's a little bit better now. A little bit.

That's not to say that he hates Irey. He doesn't. They're siblings and they'd do anything for each other. They are extremely protective of their twin (Irey lied to Jai about their illness being fatal to spare his feelings, Irey comforted Jai when he found out, Irey had been subconsciously sharing her powers with Jai, Irey took them back when she found out it was hurting him, Irey gave Jai her powers again when he asked, Jai saved Irey from kidnappers solo, Jai saved Irey from the blowback in OMW, ect, ect) They just also annoy the absolute hell out of each other.

#Jai is basically 'Wally pre powers' if Wally pre powers had to hang out with KF Wally all the time #shy lonely but genuine kid with envy he doesn't want and doesn't know how to handle #and Irey is literally just KF Wally. Just a less insecure version of KF Wally. #KF Wally was extremely insecure because his parents wore away at his sense of self like acid. Irey's the same kid except her parents #build her up. so shes confident as hell. that brovado ain't false #their dynamic together is either 'verbally at each other's throats' or 'protective mode activated' #also 'too excited/concerned about something else to remember im supposed to be adversarial to my twin'

[sailorhaumea]

This is going to be my only contribution to Discourse for the foreseeable future: the fact that I now find myself having to check the Tumblr of people whose fics seem interesting on AO3 to make sure they're not a straight up war crimes denier/conspiracy theorist (any conflict, really, take your pick, but this was mainly prompted by Palestine) is incredibly upsetting and not good for my mental health. And stop trying to fandomize conflict when *real people* are dying. It's fucked up. If your activism doesn't recognize this very important detail it's not helping anyone.

Don't be posting completely monstrous things like "actually hostages are treated well" or "there's no evidence of sexual violence" or "actually all the people killed were killed by Israel" or telling Jews to "go back to Poland". What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn't helping people who are suffering. No one is benefiting from this! And neither is opposing a ceasefire because you think it'd let the IDF win. When people did this on Twitter they were called out by actual Palestinians for it because, again, this is real life, not a game. This isn't two sports teams playing against each other. People are dying every day.

On another note: as someone who saw her Syrian friends talk for years about the Assad regime grinding hundreds of thousands of people into dust, some of them being permanently silenced out of nowhere one day never to say another word because their life was snuffed out by a barrel bomb, if someone tried to make a fucked up "fandom" around the Syrian Revolution, I'd think they were an asshole. Do better. And don't you fucking dare heap praise on groups pretending to care about your cause when they're also still helping Assad kill more people. Fuck off with your praise for the Houthis, or Hezbollah, or the IRGC. I have lost friends to these murderers. Their claims to care about your cause are lies. They only care about human rights violations against Palestinians if they can be used as a prop to distract people from recognizing their own crimes against humanity.

I will not be lectured about how Hezbollah or Assad are friends of Palestinians when they slaughtered countless Palestinian refugees in Yarmouk. When Assad's father Hafez was a Syrian nationalist who openly stated that Palestinians were just Syrians, that there was no Palestinian people.

And please, for the love of G-d, don't fucking boost people like Rania Khalek, or Max Blumenthal, or Ben Norton, who cheerlead these mass murderers from one side of their mouth while pretending to care about civilians if they're Palestinians. If you see someone reposting some sort of Twitter bluecheck, please fucking do a background check, because for years Assadists have used Palestine as a way to do entryism into movements.

That's all I have to say. I left Twitter and made Tumblr my primary social media to get away from having to subject myself to the worst takes imaginable. This is my only return to anything that could be considered political I intend to do on this website. You will see no other posts remotely related to this topic from me. Don't ask me to make more. I've suffered enough damage to my mental health as a Jewish woman the past seven months.

#jumblr #palestine #activism #israel #i/p #free syria

[sydsaint]

New champ bitches!

Summary: The reader is Regal's daughter who is having some mixed feelings about Max during his title shot at Full Gear

The main event of Full Gear is in full swing, with Mox and Max giving it their all in the ring. You are sitting at the top of the ramp with your dad at your side and sweating in your seat. 

"Come on, idiot. Get up." You mumble to yourself, eyes cast down at the bottom of the ramp. 

Max lies on the floor after being put through a table by Jon. It's a fluke in Max's plan since he was the one to introduce the table to the ring, yeah. But you still dig your nails into the palms of your hands with worry. 

"What was that, sweetheart." Regal glances at you. 

You glance at your dad nervously. 'He can't know.' You remind yourself. 'Hell, I can't let myself.' You sigh internally. But deep down you know that you can't keep lying to yourself. Max has managed to capture your heart in the most desperate and pathetic way. And you are fighting with yourself every second to keep yourself from running down that ramp and helping him cheat to beat Moxley. 

"I'm fine, dad." You assure him with a small smile. 

The referee's words carry up from the ring and make your chest ache with every word. "Six...Seven...Eight..." Bryce calls out, getting closer and closer to the 10 count. 

You bounce your leg vigorously to keep yourself busy. "Come on, get up Max." You plead in a whisper. 'Maybe this is a good thing?' You think to yourself. 'If Max loses then he'll be out of your hair and you can go back to hating him like you always have.' You assure yourself. No. You know that's not true. 

Not after that night...after that kiss. 

(flashback)

Around a month ago you signed up to do a few meet-and-greets at a couple of conventions to replace Claudio at his request. What Claudio forgot to mention when he asked you to replace him was your unwitting partner for the events. MJF. 

"Let's see, booth 26..." You glance down at the number Claudio scrawled down for you at the last minute. "That's 24...25...here we go! 26." You reach your booth and flash your badge to the security guard blocking the back entrance. "Hey! Sorry that I'm late. I'm filling in for Claudio, he had an emergency that he needed to take care of." You announce as you walk through the back curtain. 

You barely get through the curtain and pull your bag off of your shoulder when you are met with a smug-sounding chuckle. "Well well well, if it isn't old Regals posh little brat of a daughter." Max greets you from his seat by the front of the booth. 

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." You stare at Max as the realization hits you. "I'm stuck with you in this small ass booth all day?" You groan. "Fucking, Claudio. Emergency my ass."

"Come on, sit down princess." Max chuckles again and pats the folding chair next to him. "Take a seat. It's going to be a long day." He grins at you. 

You roll your eyes and pull your folding chair as far away from Max as you can. He winks at you with a grin and you try your best to avoid him as people start to file into the convention center. A mix of adults and kids happens by the booth asking for pictures and buying shirts. You greet each of them with a friendly smile and plucky attitude as they ask for photos and autographs. 

After a couple of hours, there is a break in the bustling stream of people so you take a chance to grab water and some chips to snack on. When you come back from the back of the booth, Max turns in his chair towards you. 

"You know, it's a shame that all these people think that you're so sweet and innocent." He comments. "Is it because you know that they'd hate you if they knew that you're a rude little brat hiding behind her daddy and a posh accent?" He teases you. 

You bite down on your chip, looking out at the crowd meandering around in front of you. "Sounds to me like you're jealous, Friedman." You reply to his attack with a nonchalant smile. "I mean I have sold more merch and taken more photos with people today." 

"Ha!" Max laughs. "Jealous of you?" He snorts. "Please, princess.  I'm better than you in every possible way and-"

"And I know it?" You cut him off with a grin. "Yeah...I know the slogan. Chip?" You offer him the bag without ever making eye contact with him. 

Max looks at you silently and reaches over for a chip. He laughs again a few seconds later but this laugh is different than the last. It's less condescending, more genuine, and sweet. 

For the rest of the day you and Max get into a few more popularity spats which eventually start to draw fans. The people adore listening to the two of you verbally spar and a few record the interactions. 

"Man, you two would make a killer power couple." One girl comments after she takes a photo with you while you're busy arguing with Max about who's better on the mic. 

You and Max share a brief look at the girl's comment but quickly go back to arguing. 

At the end of the night, you head out of the dead convention center while ordering an Uber to get back to the hotel. You stop on the curb to wait and Max comes up behind you. 

"Leaving so soon, Y/N?" He asks you. "Does this mean that you've finally given up and declared me the winner of our little spat?" He teases you.

"Please." You roll your eyes. "I wiped the floor with you all day, Friedman. And I sold more merch." You remind him with a smug grin all your own. 

You and Max both laugh after a moment of silence and you catch Mr. 'Salt of the earth' looking at you with what appears to be a genuine smile. 

"I had fun," Max admits, sounding genuine for once. "Even if that horribly posh accent drives me up the wall." He adds. 

A smile cracks in the corners of your mouth. "Yeah...it was fun." You agree. 

Silence falls over you and Max again, and before you know it he's inches from your face. Your heart picks up its pace and suddenly Friedman's lips are on yours, his hands pulling you into him by the waist. The kiss is sweet and surprisingly passionate, making your head spin a bit as your fingers thread through his soft hair. 

But the sweet moment is broken when you realize exactly who you're kissing. Maxwell Jacob Friedman. You're supposed to hate this guy. He's an asshole and a cheat. You pull away from Max and curse the air. "Shit...I...Shit." You mumble to yourself. 

"Y/N?" Max looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry did I do something wrong?" He asks you. "I thought? Did you not want to?"

Max steps your way and you shake your head. "Don't." You warn him. "I...I should go. This was....a bad idea." Your Uber thankfully pulls up and you hurriedly climb inside. 

(End Flashback)

You can't take it anymore and get out of your seat. 

"Y/N? Sweetheart?" Regal looks at you with confusion. 

You look at your dad as you pass him in order to get to the ramp. "I'm sorry, dad." You apologize to him before you sprint down the ramp. You quickly reach Max's side and pull him out of the mess on the floor. "Come on! Don't give up on me yet, Friedman." You lend Max some encouraging words as you push him into the ring right before the referee hits 10. 

You can hear the crowd around you going absolutely crazy for your assumed betrayal of both your father and the BCC. You lock eyes with Jon for a second before you lean under the bottom rope where Max is finally starting to get to his feet. 

"You came." Max looks at you, clearly exhausted from his work in the ring. 

"How else are you going to win?" You reply with a small smile. "Listen I'm sorry for bailing on you a couple of weeks ago. But I'm here now. And I'm behind you 100%! So get back in this and kick that old man's ass." You point to Jon behind him. 

Max nods a fire lighting in his eyes again. You hang back from the ring and watch Max get his second wind. The match picks its pace back up again and Regal comes down the ramp to confront you. 

"Dad!" You sheepishly turn to Regal. "I'm sorry dad, but I-" You go to explain yourself. 

Regal puts his hand up and stops you. "It's alright sweetheart." He assures you. "I get it." 

"Yeah?" You reply. "Thanks, dad." You nod and give him a small hug since you know after this you won't be seeing much of him at work anymore. 

The bell rings while you're hugging Regal and the crowd goes wild again. You let him go and turn around to find that Max has managed to win. You give Regal one last glance and he nods at you to go to Max. 

You slip into the ring and pick up Mox's title belt from the mat where the timekeeper has set it. You walk over to Max as he gets to his feet with a shocked and overwhelmed look on his face. 

"Congratulations. You did it." You hand him the belt. "I always knew that you could." You smile at him. 

Max takes the belt and clutches it to his chest. "You helped a little, I guess." He grins at you. 

"Just a little bit." You laugh and close the gap between the two of you. "You really want to give all of these sweaty halfwits something to freak out about? Kiss me." You grab his arm. 

That genuine smile crosses Max's face again and he obliges to your request. Again you are transported back to that night outside the convention center. Only this time there are thousands of screaming fans watching you french the new AEW champion. Not that you care what any of them thinks. You've got what you came for. 

#aew #aew dynamite #aew fanfiction #aew dark #wrestling #aew elevation #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #aew wrestling #mjf imagine #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #bcc #blackpool combat club

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Have Kids They Said

(1989)

After spending most of their adolescences trying to survive and saving the world a handful of times the not so young anymore kids decided that it was time to blow off some steam, and for once in their lives at least act their ages, even if it was only for one night.

“I don’t know Mike, this seems pretty risky and besides since when are we the type to go school parties?” Will asked cautiously, opening up the discussion to the rest of the party.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Wheeler. Look we’re seventeen now why shouldn’t we do something fun and stupid?” Max added.

“Okay sure, but what about our parents? There’s no way we’d be able to to convince them to let us go, especially after all the lies we had to tell over the years about where we were during actual super dangerous situations,” Lucas pointed out.

“Yes, I agree with Lucas. Hop and Joyce would not be happy,” El nodded, looking over to Will. 

“Guys, guys! I think we are forgetting our best alibi,” Dustin smirks arrogantly waiting for the rest of his friends to catch his drift. He sighs when no one knows what the hell he was talking about. “Steve and Eddie guys come on!”

They spent the rest of the night coming up with a fool proof plan. There was still a lot of doubt about this working between Will and El especially. Mike, Dustin, and Max were doing their very best to persuade their friends that this was a good idea.

***

Steve and Eddie had began officially dating after two years of mutual pining. The first year was mostly dealing with Vecna, hospitals, and recovery, all while dealing with unspoken feelings for one another and eventually falling in love. But here they stood in spite of everything. The two men were able to overcome their pasts and expectations put upon them, and fully commit to each other, and they’d tell you that they’ve never been happier.

Tonight was important to the couple. It was their first anniversary of living together, and Steve was putting in so much work to surprise Eddie with a romantic night alone at their apartment. 

After convincing Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin to not put their lives on hold and actually go to college, while the two stayed behind to make sure the kids were alright, Steve and Eddie had been a little burnt out between their day jobs and coparenting seven teenagers. Steve knew that this night was what they desperately needed in order to relax and spend some romantic, intimate time together. No kids, no monsters, just him and his hot boyfriend.

While Eddie was at work at the library, Steve had a day off from Family Video and was thankfully caught up on his community college work for the week. So he spent his free time running to the market, deep cleaning the apartment, and making dinner the best he could manage for their date. Steve wasn’t the best cook but he was getting better every day. He decided that the most romantic meal he could manage was chicken parm. Was it the most romantic? Probably not, but it was best option, and coincidentally one of Eddie’s favorites. All to be paired with Melvald’s finest selection of boxed red wine. He found some dinner table candles in a random box in storage full of miscellaneous shit he packed angrily when he finally decided to get of his parents shell of a house. 

Now to get himself ready. He styled his hair a little more carefully than usual as if that was remotely possible. Shuffling through his dresser to find those jeans that are a tad too snug just because he knows it drives his boyfriend crazy, pulling them on and smirking to himself. The top didn’t really matter so Steve just grabbed whatever dark green sweater was on top. Finally everything was ready. Steve gave himself one last look over with a smug look on his face, and went to the kitchen just to make sure the food was staying warm without drying out or overcooking. 

***

Steve was humming along to a tape labeled The Munsonington Anti Divorce Album with music they could both agree on and not want to rip the other to shreds while listening together. In the middle of the fourth song the front door swings open, “Stevie!” Eddie calls out before spotting his boyfriend in the kitchen. 

The older man shrugs his jacket off, and toes off his heavy boots leaving them by the door making his way to meet Steve who was standing, back turned while he plated their dinner. Eddie’s arms wrap around Steve’s middle, and no matter how long they're together Steve’s stomach will always flutter at Eddie’s touch. The metalhead gets close to Steve’s ear and practically purrs, “Hey baby, I’ve missed you today. Dinner looks great, but oh Stevie your ass, your ass is a work of art.”

“Jesus Eds. Listen you eat your dinner like a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you have dessert,” Steve’s blush betrays his mock annoyed eye roll.

“Oh yeah? That’s funny usually you’re my good boy” Eddie plants a kiss Steve’s crimson cheek, “And what’s for dessert anyways, Steve a la mode?” He wiggles his eye brows seductively, as he turns his partner to face him.

Rather than dignify the lewd question with a response, Steve plants a teasing kiss on the surprised man’s face, pulling away far too soon much to Eddie’s dismay. “Dinner is going to get cold,” He whispers against Eddie’s lips, smiling as he grabs both of their plates and makes his way to the romantically decorated table.

After regaining his composure Eddie follows his love. Throughout dinner he can’t help but think how fucking lucky he is. Barely three years ago, he was bleeding out from the demobat bites, thinking he was going to die before he could figure out these intense feeling he was starting to have towards Steve Harrington of all people. And now he gets to call this person his boyfriend? It wasn’t supposed to work like this. People like Eddie didn’t get to love the high school prom king, more importantly though he wasn’t supposed to have said love reciprocated in anyway. 

For the last six years Steve’s life has consisted of world ending supernatural occurrences and recovering from those same occurrences. Yet he would do it all over again because they lead him to family, best friend, and soulmate. His chosen family, that Steve would die to protect every single time, and has more than proven that fact. That being said the kids were older and needed him less and less as time goes on, the friends his age were away living their own lives. He liked to joke with Joyce that soon they would both be empty nesters. Even though he joked and made light of the situation it had been a huge transition for the overprotective babysitter. With Eddie’s help Steve was able to start relaxing and taking more time to fulfill his own needs and wants. Hence this very intimate night he painstakingly planned for him and his love.

***

The mess on the table was hastily abandoned, as soon as they stood Eddie closed in on his boyfriend his ring covered hands immediately grabbed ahold of Steve’s hair, pulling them together and connecting their mouths. Steve let out an involuntary groan, and picked the older man up. Eddie got the hint and secured his place by wrapping his legs around Steve’s lower back, never breaking their kiss. He gets carried to the sofa, Steve reluctantly pulls back, eyes shining as he takes in the flushed face of his boyfriend, “I’m so fucking in love with you Bambi.” Eddie responds with a small smile, brushing a few strands of hair behind Steve’s ear, his mouth opens to speak but it gets cut off by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. This time the groan Steve lets out is far less sexy and way more annoyed, “Do not fucking move Munson, I’ll be right back.”

“As you wish Stevie.” Eddie said breathily but still sending a cheeky wink as Steve rushes to the answer phone.

Eddie was listening to the one sided conversation and was immediately confused and worried, “Munsonington residence, Steve speaking. Oh hi Mrs. Henderson! Right sorry, Hello Claudia. Ummm he’s actually in the bathroom at the moment. Yes of course I’ll pass it along. Do you want me to have him call you back at all? Haha alright, yes you have a goodnight too. We will, thank you!” 

As the dial tone comes on Steve slams the phone back in the receiver, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Steve what was that, what’s going on?” Eddie asked panicked.

“Dustin told his mom that he was here with all the other kids.” Steve’s tone was cold and deadly. He rubs his face hard before coming up with a plan.

“Oh my god, could it be upside down related? What do we do?”

“No baby, it’s nothing like that, or else they would’ve come here first and it wouldn’t have been a lie to their folks. I have to go out looking for them though, before they do something dumb.” His voice thick with anger.

“No way Steve, you are way too mad to be driving, besides we have to return them alive, and I don’t trust not to strangle the life out of Dustin right now. So I’ll go out and look, while you stay here just in case they actually come around.

Steve lets out a shaky breath and nods in agreement, his face beet red, “Okay, okay you’re right. Be safe I love you, get them home baby.”

“Aye aye cap’n,’ Eddie mock saluted his boyfriend, before planting a chaste kiss on his lips, ‘Love you more sunshine.”

Grabbing his jacket, and van keys Eddie was once again out the door. His mind was racing, although now less anxious about it being another world ending disaster, still no one knowing where the kids were was a big fucking deal. He drove by all the normal stomping grounds, the arcade, the diner, hell he even drove by the school just in case. Then in the dark of night he spotted bright red hair on a road a few blocks away from the Wheeler’s house, the van’s headlights illuminating that is was indeed his ragtag group of formally good kids. 

Eddie pulls over, rolling down the passenger window, “Get in gremlins mom’s not happy.

***

The kids were drunk, well Mike and Dustin were drunk, Max and Lucas were barely tipsy, and the wonder twins were sober. When Max realized how drunk Mike and Dustin actually were, she took over as party leader and dragged them all out of the party. 

The drunkards were arguing  about nonsense, loudly slurring about some fantasy movie that even Will and Lucas couldn’t figure out what they were even referencing. Max and Lucas were in charge of Dustin, while Will and El handled a very difficult Mike. The plan of action was to sneak into Mike’s basement, and pretend to had left Steve and Eddie’s place early that morning. Well that was the plan until a familiar van pulled up next to them. They were so screwed.

***

Steve angrily cleaned the apartment, muttering to himself about always being the god damn babysitter, when the front door opened. He took one look at the group rolled his eyes, hands on his hips about to give his best mom lecture, but was cut off before he could even.

“Okay kids, mom and dad are going to bed, you know where everything is. We will talk about this in the morning so don’t get any ideas,” The metalhead spoke calmly to their adopted nuisances.

Steve was about to protest but Eddie just gently grabbed his arm and lead him to their bedroom. Once they were in the quiet of their room Eddie began to explain the situation. He gave Steve the important parts, and made sure to give credit to the ones who were at least semi responsible. It took a bit but eventually Steve was able to calm down, and he turned to wrap his arms around Eddie, pulling him close and breathing in the smell of his boyfriend’s hair.

A whisper of a voice hit Eddie’s ear, “I’m sorry I overreacted.”

Eddie let out a small chuckle turning so he could look Steve in the eyes and gently cup his face, “Oh sweetheart I promise you didn’t overreact, I just wanted to give them the night to sober up before I sic you on them in the morning. We didn’t have parents who cared where the hell we were and what we were up to so we are going to show our problem children just how much we care when you give your little speech.”

Steve let out a laugh the rest of the tension he was holding finally leaving his body. The boys tangled all of their limbs together and fell asleep peacefully.

Just as the sun was rising, Steve started the vacuum because he was petty, and it was his house despite the gaggle of children inhabiting his living room. But he wasn’t a monster so he also grabbed a bunch of water and painkillers before he started in on his kids. The lecture went down in history as Steve’s best, and scariest. From now on they told Eddie and Steve where they were going even if they couldn’t tell their actual parents.

#steddie #stranger things #Steve just wanted a romantic night #Eddie as a librarian is everything to me #dustin and mike are bad influences for each other #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #steve is a mom #Eddie is a dad

[discodeviant]

Deceiver, Dissembler

Billy/Steve | Mature | 1k words Referenced Abuse

Again, the idea for this changed like seven times, but I hope you like what I've landed on! Also just... assume there's no upside down in anything I write because there never is lmao. Enjoy <3

Made for @billyhargrovebingo!

Read on AO3

It used to feel like a panic attack. An abrupt, painful grip around his lungs—the truth hiding somewhere deep in his heart where it was shallow enough for Neil to reach in and grab it himself. He always knew where to poke his fingers, what to hold onto, what strings to pull so Billy would talk; and by the end, Billy was hardly skin and bones. But the void he felt afterwards was better than panic, so he accepted it for a long time.

Then, one day, it felt like a challenge. The panic didn’t have time to set in before exhaustion—boredom—because the routine was so tired by then. Questions repeated themselves every other day about where Billy was, who he was with, why this or that was missing and what did he do with it.

At seventeen, it felt like a prayer.

Hawkins made it easy and all the more difficult; he could lie because no one knew the truth. No one knew Billy Hargrove better than Billy himself, but some people liked to think they did. Tommy Hagan—he thought he had Billy all figured out. Cali boy just needed a country fuck, that's why he was so uptight, it'd make him less nervous. He was good-looking, so it would be easy to get any girl on her knees or her back, but Billy always told Tommy to piss off because he didn't need a fuck, he needed a cigarette. "Suit yourself," Tommy would say, and Billy would flip him the bird.

Then came the bruises, and the performative little rivalry with Steve Harrington made them easy enough to explain at first when they shoved each other in the halls and got too handsy in the gym. Or Billy would say he got mugged in the city, and you should see the other guy. Sometimes it was true, but most times the other guy was unscathed. Spotless the next morning in a dress shirt and tie, neatly pressed under a trimmed moustache and clean-shaven chin. Knuckles never bruised either. No one would know a thing.

There was one truth that Neil chose to ignore most days, and while Billy was thankful for it, sometimes the worry was unavoidable. Sometimes he didn't think the lie would be enough, and the performative little rivalry with Steve Harrington made it harder to put the truth away for a time when it wouldn't be dangerous. It went from snide comments and glares to flirtatious quips and bedroom eyes in a matter of weeks. Steve would be the death of him, Billy swore it, for more reasons than one.

For a while it felt like a sin, lying to Steve, because Steve never lied to him. Omitted some information at times, but that wasn't the same. That wasn't what Billy did to him when he said that he couldn't go to the movies one night because Max needed help finishing a project, or that he wasn't in school because he had an appointment he couldn't miss. That he got in a scuffle outside of a bar because the owner caught whiff of a kid trying to buy whiskey. That he wasn't like that, because he was with Steve, and he never tried to hide it when they were alone.

At seventeen, Billy’s prayer was answered.

"Then what the fuck is this!" They were at the quarry after a long, quiet drive. Steve was out of breath once he'd replaced Billy's agonizing silence with a long string of hurt and confusion. He lowered his voice: "You kiss me. You let me wash your hair. You make me dinner before going back home. My knuckles are bruised every weekend because you bite down so hard when I fuck you, and you're gonna stand here and tell me you're not like that? Bullshit."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just stop fucking lying to me, Billy! Do you have any idea how fucked up I am because everyone lies to me all the goddamn time? I don't believe anybody!" Steve's anger bloomed into a wide grin that Billy wished was happy. "Why bother with this if it's so bad that you can't even say it? Tell me!"

"Tell you what, man? That I'm a faggot who takes it up the ass from King Steve?"

Then Steve shrunk and stepped in closer, near-silent when he said, "That... that you like me, or—" Billy just kissed him, or tried to, before being pushed away. "Billy! Fuck, I'm serious,” he said with a sad smile and even sadder laugh, and Billy's cold hands found the ends of his hair once again to lock themselves in.

The truth swam around in Billy's mind and drained the water out through his eyes. "I don't wanna lie to you, Steve," he said, and Steve almost walked away, but the grip in his hair was too strong. "Jesus, will you let me finish?" Steve pouted. "Of course I fucking like you, okay?" Rolled his eyes with a huff; Billy kept his attention. "Just... the truth gets me in trouble, alright, and I don't want to drag you into it."

A deeper confession hid behind his lips.

"I'm already in it, Billy. I don't care. You don't have to lie to get me to stay."

He looked at Steve for a long while, not saying a word, considering whether that was a lie in itself. But Steve didn’t lie. Friends don’t lie. "I won't anymore," Billy said, but he knew it wouldn't be that easy, and Steve knew it too. "I'll try." He wiped his nose and tears in one motion with his sleeve.

Steve smiled, just a little. "Okay."

"You believe me?"

He nodded. "I trust you."

#.discowrites #stranger things #stranger things fic #one shot #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy hargrove bingo #billy is a compulsive liar #angst #kind of

[catharusustulatus]

Random Steve Harrington headcanons I have:

He was cool and aloof as King Steve, but he’s always been and still is a self-assured, leaps before he looks, takes life in strides, try anything once type of guy. He likes to think he’s changed a lot, but he isn’t a dweller. He ate a worm on a dare in seventh grade and thought, not bad. Then he moved on.

When he realizes he’s bi he “figures it out” because he didn’t want to not know what kissing a guy (besides Tommy, who was his first kiss) felt like, and then didn’t hate it, and it’s that simple. He’s a flirty, romantic, horny guy and when he figured out he could seemingly double the amount of dates and kinds of orgasms he could have? He brought an ice cream cake to work to celebrate, which Robin laughed about (over ice cream cake).

His middle name is Thomas. Tommy’s middle name is Steven. They used to joke about that, how they were “two sides of the same coin.” He still has Tommy’s baseball glove in his closet shoebox of trinkets and important items - he never had the heart to return it after their fight. But he thinks about Tommy all the time. About if he’s changed.

Other items in his closet shoebox: his Scoops Ahoy name tag, his pressed penny from his field trip to Chicago in fourth grade, his stuffed rabbit, Polaroids of Robin, asleep with a marker mustache, Robin, holding a fish she caught with Lucas, Robin, flipping him off while prank calling the donut shop, Dustin with his eyelids flipped up, Dustin when his new tooth finally came in, Max on her bike with a big smile, Lucas and Erica at Erica’s lemonade stand this past spring, his camera, his first photo strip with Nancy, his first note to Nancy (not delivered because he spelled beautiful incorrectly) his favorite photo of Nancy, waving from her doorway - that one was taken by Jonathan. A note from Jonathan. Max’s letter. Two dice, some playing cards, Robin’s cootie catcher she made for him when he was sick and bored last winter. All his prized possessions.

When he was seven his dad dislocated his arm. He lied and told everyone he fell. His dad never touched him again, but his dad also never really looked at him again either.

He loves German chocolate and carrot cake, and Dustin makes fun of him every birthday for his “old man palette.” But he and Mrs. Henderson still bake him a cake every year.

His favorite mole on his body is the one by his belly button, because that’s the one his mom used to tickle.

His obsession with stripes goes beyond polos. His striped wallpaper is still up, on only one side of his room (Robin made him take the other walls down, said his room was too like a cage), but his bedding is striped too. He also has a striped shower curtain. He loves stripes :-)

His favorite color is green, like the trees by the quarry in spring. His second favorite color is “Robin’s egg blue” which he didn’t believe was a real color until Robin showed him at the library. He likes it because it’s Robin, but also because he secretly loves his mom’s turquoise ring she always leaves on her nightstand.

He read Of Mice and Men in one sitting, and cried for three days afterwards.

He knows all the lyrics to Queen’s discography. But his favorite artist is Springsteen.

He doesn’t smoke weed for a long time after Starcourt. He doesn’t drink either. The first time he’s able to smoke without panicking is when Argyle gifts him a roll of Palm Tree Delights for his birthday, and graciously smokes them with him.

Sometimes he showers just to cry.

Robin has seen him fully naked and vice versa. Sometimes he pees when she’s in the shower at his house (he has better shampoo and water pressure).

When he can’t sleep, he thinks of all the people he loves. What they look like, their favorite things, what he loves about them, until he dozes off.

He loves peanut butter and jelly but also sometimes when he wants a sandwich he eats butter between two slices of banana bread. Everyone else is disgusted but he swears by it.

He keeps his car so nice because he has a feeling it will be the only thing he truly gets to keep from his father.

He loves blowing gum bubbles. His favorite gum is the Archie comics one, Bazooka. Guess he should have figured he was bi, he always loved Jughead.

These days, when he thinks of his loved ones to sleep, he thinks about Eddie, too.

#steve harrington #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington hc #I just think he’s neat #and he feels so real #a young guy who grew up while fighting monsters #who when he’s not fighting monsters is eating banana bread and sucking face #and taking pictures of the kids and trying to get better #stranger things #i know this is long but I feel them all so deeply

[carelessflower]

I wanted to write something - before editing and fully posting on ao3.

TW/ Gore

PART 1 - OF (TAINTED LIES.)

The blood trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision, the wirring sound of the machine cutting into deeply into his skull, Alec felt disorientated, as blood was tricking down his face and dripping onto the white floor.

He couldnt scream, couldnt move, he felt someone over him, cutting at him, until his vision went black.

"Alexander." A voice called out from the darkness

"ALEC GET UP." He awoke, startled and sweating, hands checking his head, for anything, but felt no blood or cuts.

"Alec, we are leaving in five." His sister said, closing his bedroom door.

It was just a nightmare, a vivid nightmare. He swung his legs over, and stretched grabbing a brown shirt and jeans and pullig them on, he grabbed his bag, and headed downstairs .

"What time do you call this Alexander?" His father questioned, he ignored his dad, and grabbed a piece of toast from Max's plate.

"HEY." Max swatted Alec's hand.

"You look pale?" Maryse gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Hm. Im fine." Alec headed out. He was in his third year of college doing Law, he keeps to himself, and has a few close friends, including his sibilings. Jace and Isabelle were in their first year, Izzy doing forensic science, and Jace studying Sports Psychology.

"Be careful, they found seven bodies in Brooklynn last night." Isabelle said getting into his car.

"I heard." His dad was working the case, he heard him talking about it to his mom, he thinks its two people working together.

Jace ran up to the car and got in, he started the car and headed towards the college.

"I had a weird dream last night, about mermaids. Creepy." Jace shuddered.

"Same." Alec repsonded, both his sibilings gave each other looks.

"You had a dream about mermaids?" Isabelle questioned.

"What? No! I had a nightmare about someone cutting into my head."

"Well thats weird. Did you know who it was?"

"An asian male, hazel eyes, kinda amber, was smiling, dont know who that is." He vividly remembered the nightmare, the sound of the machine, the taste of blood.

"That is weird." Jace hummed, as both were now on their phone.

They got to the college and they both went sepearte ways.

"Hiya Alec." Aline ran up to him.

"Everyone is tense today. When the hell are they going to catch him." Aline mumbled, her father was one of the victims found, his organs missing, and he was stiched back up. Its been a year since her father's death.

"How are you?" Alec asked, they both walked to their lecture.

"I am okay. Mom is doing okay. Its been a shitty year." Aline mumbled, Alec gave her a small hug, its been a shitty two years, the body count was already at 49 and those were the bodies that they had found.

"I heard you and Johnathan had broken up."

"We mutually broke up. It wouldnt have worked out for us." They were better of as friends.

The lecture started, about ten minutes in, Alec noticed a taller male trying to look for a seat, he raised his hand and patted to the seat next to him, the man smiled, and sat next to him.

His eyes were amberish, just like in his nightmare.

"Im Magnus, I just moved from my Psychology course."

"Alexander." He eyed Magnus

"You have nice eyes." He blurrted before averting his eyes from embarssment.

"Thanks got them from my dad." He chuckled, taking out a laptop.

They sat in silence, both listening and typing notes.

"Okay, so you will need to work in pairs for this assignment, ill send you all the link. In the mean time, I got an annoucment to make." The lecturer cleared his throat.

"In light of recent events, and some of you may know, that one of our law professors. Lorenzo Ray has been one of the confirmed bodies that was found last night. Now, if you have any questions and or want to talk to someone my office is open, and counselling will be advised"

"Fuck." Aline whispered, Alec and her looked at each other in shock. Lorenzo was a great teacher, he was supposed to be on holiday, Magnus got up, and gave Alec a quick smile, before leaving, as some students were leaving.

"This is full of shit." Aline said, getting up and heading to the lecturer, Alec joined her.

"Sir. Why? Why havent they caught him."

"Questions we dont have answers too, im afraid. Its been a shock to this campus." The teacher said, sitting on one of the chairs, as students lined up.

"Can we do anything?"

"We are going to do a memorial in the front in two days." Aline mummbled something and walked towards the exit.

"Its shit. Why target the lecturer?" Aline asked.

"The victims were not connected, probably Lorenzo was at the wrong place, at the wrong tine." Alec saw Magnus walking towards them.

"This project thingy, im workng with you lot." Magnus shoved his phone in his pocket. He was kinda hot. Alec thought. Stop that. You barely know the guy.

"Yeah, was wondering we can do it at yours." Aline looked at Alec.

"Oh um...cant im afraid, Max is home the whole week, and he will distract us."

"We can do the project at mine, if you give me your number I can text you the address."

"Yeah that would be great." Alec and Aline took out their phone as they swapped numbers.

"Well sent. See you today, at 5." Magnus smiled, as he walked over to what seems to be his friends.

"He is a bit weird." Aline stated.

"Nah, he isnt." Alec was now smilig like an idiot.

(PART 2 SOON)

OHHHHHHHHHHHH IM HOOKED

#ask #talent anon

[outrunningthedark]

“It was important for us not to put a label on it because we didn’t want to tell the audience there’s only one ‘right way’ to interpret their relationship.”

And this is my exact problem with them if they want to go the open ending route. The hetero side of their relationship has these complications and moments that define that they're in love with each other but two men, although admittedly don't start as people who aren't straight, don't get that type of luxury. Sure we have Henren and I appreciate their presence, but with Mavid gone, where's the option for those who don't want to watch LS but want to see the gay rep?

Besides, giving an episode of them being very close only to then make them date other people already steps in line with alienating the fandom to me to my standard. I'd rather they rip the band aid out already instead of toying around without giving any voiced statement from both of the characters because they don't want to lose popularity from one of their demographics.

We're quite different when it comes to this issue, Tina. Sorry 😭

Actually, nonnie, we're on the same wavelength. :) I would much rather Tim (or Kristen, as his scapegoat) outright stating that he has no plans to take the relationship to another level instead of incorporating a scene like TK thinking Buck was being flirtatious just to later claim it was for the benefit of Tarlos (since Carlos wasn't written into that episode) and then keep giving Buck female LIs/not once canonically infer that Buck is something other than straight. When I talk about the show playing both sides to avoid a ruffling of feathers, I'm trying to put myself in the mindset of a show runner or writer who realizes that part of the fan base is going to be upset or unsatisfied no matter what path they choose, so it's best to avoid an even steeper fall from grace if the intention is to continue on through season seven (or longer). Idk who books the interviews/who decides which reporters the show runners and cast speak to, but one thing I will say in everyone's "defense" is that dismissing the idea of canon!Buddie proooobably isn't the best course of action when the people asking the questions are Buddie shippers themselves - Rebecca, Max, Whitney from TVF...and those are just the ones we can #confirm based on their twitter activity.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #buddie

[dinitride-art]

Lighting and Mike and Will and El - (pt.36)

Last one here we fucking go

S4:E9 - The monologue (#7) Oh, Yeah it was a Seven Wasn’t it Michael?

Back to having a clear distinction between expressions and back to Will being in shot. Still terrifying but better than the alternative. 

Extreme close up of El, and we’ve got a third occurrence of a darkened left eye. Very concerning. This may or may not imply attempted possession and that’s not cool.

In this shot we move out of focus from El to the vine around her right hand and her ring. The funky little thing that will serve to cause even more pain later! But for right now, it makes sense as an indicator of where her heart lies. Which is not with Mike.

The vines start to recede and again we get a shot of El’s feet. I think that this is in line with the continuation of the religious symbolism that’s been going on. Because there’s no reason otherwise. 

As El manages to free herself, Vecna starts snapping bones. The light streaming down behind Max parallels the cabin scene later and might be kind of hopeful? this is also a good example of the creel house in Hawkins vs. the Creel house in Henry’s mind. Red and blue is the theme we’ve got going on and red and blue is also the theme we have in general for forced conformity. This comes up a again after this so I thought I’d mention it again now. 

Vecna’s claw hand is his left hand which is another indicator of Vecna’s presence. And another thing here is that Max’s eyes look different? It might just be the shadow, but it’s a bit odd. 

Now when Mike is yelling for El to fight, his face doesn’t seem like its all the same expression. There’s a distinction between the right and left side, and the same with Will. This is a terrible, but good, place to be in. It could be much worse. Also, the red strip and blue lighting are still present in this shot as they have been throughout the monologue. 

When El screams and frees herself, the stained glass window lights right up. Maybe this is saying that El found a way to her own light? But if that was the case, it’s interesting that we didn’t see what it was. Probably not Mike then.

We see the vine let go of her right hand, the one with the ring. Again, more emphasis on this being an important symbol. 

Then we get this shot of El. She’s positioned in a way that the flower seems to be sprouting out of her head. With all the flower and nature imagery this season it’s probably not too much of a stretch to say that this might implying growth? 

Then when she blasts him away, she’s using her left hand. Not the one with the heart ring, her power didn’t come from that. It didn’t come from Mike. 

And this really just looks similar to that one Michelangelo painting of god and Adam which i found interesting. 

The light has gone out in the window while El pushes Vecna away. This combined with her using her left hand seems like she’s drawing more from anger and what Henry taught her than from love. 

Herny reaches towards her with his left hand as well. 

And then we swap right on over to everyone else who wasn’t involved with this monologue. 

But that’s the end of what happened here. Oof that was a lot. And I know I missed stuff.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 25.1 25.2 25.3 26 27 28 29 29.1 30 30.1 31 31.1 32 32.1 33 34 35 36 37 (to be edited)

#byler #the lights #possessiongate #... #sometimes we write and post like six different parts of an analysis #and then post them within the span of like what ten mintes #it happens

[chaos-vulpix]

Aftershockshipping Playlist

After reading Chapter 40 of @weekend-whip‘s Born to Be a 21st Century Ninja, I... managed to talk myself into making a playlist for Aftershock (Cole x Jesse)... and Ren (weekend-whip) wanted to see it, so... here it is, I guess.

Just a heads up, I don’t normally share playlists, but I just needed to showcase the vibe these two together give me. It’s mostly inspired by the events of the chapter itself & what could’ve been logically playing during Tox’s set at Rockshot, but also just general vibes outside of that setting, though some may feel like they are from a specific perspective (like, you can feel which song is Cole or Jesse), or it is completely unrelated but meshed well into the vibes so I thought “screw it, throw it in”. I’m also thinking that this could be expanded on in future, but let’s keep it “small” for now.

So, in no particular but alphabetical order because I can’t curate effectively, enjoy:

Adore - Cashmere Cat ft. Ariana Grande

All For You - Rynx ft. Kiesza

Animal - Kesha

Atic - Astrid S

Audio - LSD (Labrinth, Sia & Diplo)

Beautiful Now - Zedd ft. Jon Bellion

Blue - Bad Computer

Boom Clap - Charli XCX

Break My Heart - Dua Lipa

Call You Mine - The Chainsmokers ft. Bebe Rexha

Chameleon - Mako & Elephante

Chasing Clouds - Bad Computer & Danyka Nadeau

Chasing Fire - Lauv

Chroma - Pixel Terror ft. EMELINE

Circles - Audien ft. Ruby Prophet

Daisy - Zedd ft. Julia Michaels

Dreamin’ - Seven Lions ft. Fiora

Eyes Off You - M-22 ft. Arlissa & Kiana Ledé

FANCY - TWICE

Fly - Bad Computer

Go Bang - PNAU

Gold - Koven

Goodness Gracious - Ellie Goulding

Hearts On Fire - Illenium & Dabin ft. Lights

I Don’t Do Drugs - Doja Cat ft. Ariana Grande

I Need Your Love - Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding

Keep You Mine - NOTD & Shy Martin

Levitating - Dua Lipa

Light Me Up - RL Grime ft. Miguel & Julia Michaels

Lost In Your Light - Dua Lipa ft. Miguel

Love Lies - Khalid & Normani

Magic - Kylie Minogue

Make U Mine - James Landino ft. Jenny

Message In A Bottle (Taylor’s Version) (Fat Max G Remix) - Taylor Swift

Off Limits - BAYNK ft. GLADES

Out Loud - Fairlane, ROZES & JT Roach

Play - Jax Jones and Years & Years

Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen

Running In The Dark - MONKEY MAJIK

Settle - BAYNK ft. Sinéad Harnett

Shattered - MitiS ft. RUNN

Shine - Jeff Williams & Casey Lee Williams

Sight of Your Soul - Dirtyphonics & Sullivan King

Something Better - Audien ft. Lady A

Something Comforting - Porter Robinson

Spectrum - Zedd ft. Matthew Koma

Still Into You - Paramore

SuperLove - Charli XCX

The Other Side (Oliver Heldens Remix) - SZA & Justin Timberlake

There’s No Way (LZRD Remix) - Lauv ft. Julia Michaels

This Is Real - Jax Jones ft. Ella Henderson

Tie Me Down (Blanke Remix) - Gryffin & Elley Duhé

Wake Up Alone (Fairlane Remix) - The Chainsmokers ft. Jhené Aiko

When You Call - Cyrus Reynolds ft. BELLSAINT

Wings - Birdy

With You - Jupiter Project & Jetski Safari ft. Helen Corry

Now, I did say I was making an Aftershock playlist, but I also wanted to make a playlist for Jesse’s futile efforts to get over Cole because Glacier keeps getting in the way (poor thing lol, not your fault Cole is like a puppy with heart eyes when Zane is present). Just the idea of someone hopelessly in love with another, yet the object of their affections is not only oblivious, but is hopelessly in love with someone else as well, so they try to bury those feelings, try to cut it out of the heart, on for it to hurt them in the process because that love is just rooted so deeply... and perhaps, eventually realising that they can’t give up, that they can’t let go so easily (when letting go is just too hard & painful).

Aftershock - Cash Cash ft. Jacquie Lee

All for Nothing - Duumu & MYRNE

All I Wanted - Paramore

Bells in Santa Fe - Halsey

Chasing Fire (Robin Schulz Remix) - Lauv

Clarity (Virtual Riot Remix) - Zedd ft. Foxes

Don’t Leave - Seven Lions ft. Ellie Goulding

It’s Okay If You Forget Me - Astrid S

New York City - The Chainsmokers

Rush Over Me - Seven Lions, Illenium & Said The Sky ft. HALIENE

Save Your Tears (Remix) - The Weeknd & Ariana Grande

So Close - NOTD & Felix Jaehn ft. Georgia Ku & Captain Cuts

The One - Rita Ora & Imanbek

Tonight I’m Getting Over You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Velcro - spill tab ft. Gus Dapperton

Want You - Rynx ft. Miranda Glory

You for Me - Sigala & Rita Ora

#the ninja legacy whip #aftershockshipping #cole brookstone #oc: jesse marvell #oh dear god I actually made it lol #some of these could apply to jay & nay or jamie & olivia #chapter 40 did things to me & I'm still in an emotional state #enjoy the food #this was truly inspired by the fact there's a song called aftershock #legacyverse playlists

[caffeinelemur]

ur tag about being picky ruining vacations rings so true. i remember going on a trip with my best friend and he took me to an italian restaurant (pasta is my safe food) and because i couldnt make it myself i had to sit there with his whole family eating and me with nothing and they all questioned it so fucking awkward 😭

Yeah my stepdad has this crusade against my “eating habits” that’s grown in intensity and stupidity since I was like eight. At first it was something between eating with the family/making me eat healthy/vegetables? (Was forced to eat food I didn’t like for several years + has a strong gag reflex + literally cannot eat things I don’t like, why would you do that) Or something, but then it also became fights during trips bc I just wanted my safety/favorite and he wanted to eat at some random fucking place in a different state that doesn’t serve food I eat anyway, and then I got Diagnoses™️ and he decided I made all of them up and lied to my doctor to get idk what attention and meds? and when we told him my doctor diagnosed most of that without me prompting it he was like it’s bc nutrition like bitch I don’t think my samefood gave me bipolar.

Anyway, we barely go anywhere and whenever we do I can’t even get excited bc I’m just like. We’re gonna fight about food the entire time and eventually I’ll just tell them to go do whatever they want and I’ll not eat anything for lunch and stay in the car bc I’m tired and overwhelmed and take a car nap with my noise cancelling headphones on loud music playing all I wanted was to spend like seven to eleven dollars to eat a decent amount of food and get a big ass drink but no now we’re doing this. You can still go you your fucking choice I’m not making you eat my food leave me in the car with a ridiculous fast food order a huge soda and music and fuck off to your own food adventure I’ll be dandy, but no. (My spectrum in a different flavor mother tries her best to get me fed somehow and is probably the only one between the three of us keeping me alive, and all she gets is anxiety. Sorry mom.)

Also somewhere right before high school I gained a fun new eating disorder and between that and my always reliable forgetting-to-eat I kept dipping below into underweight, so my doctor told me not to worry about healthy vs junk or anything right then just try to focus on eating something even if it’s chips or whatever. I had a timer on my phone to remind me it was like 11 or 2 or smth maybe try a snack?? I brought a snack size bag of chips for lunch every day it’s all I could figure out. And mom heard this and was like ok, nightly McDonald’s runs aren’t a battle anymore bc she knew my cardinal rule of food is no matter what I can and will eat McDonald’s. Like even at my most ill can’t look at a cracker I can and will eat that hamburger and be fine. I got back up to barely technically but still healthy weight for a little while bc of it. Eat your samefood your doctor says it’s fine if anyone says otherwise throw a nearby object at them and run this is the moral of the story I think

In college I survived off fast food someone helped me get and vending machine payday bars. Like I can’t drive and I lost half my silverware in that move when I was seven so now I’m running on like three spoons max. I’m like a scrungly raccoon with opinions. Little garbage rat only takes pizza from that one place’s trash. Alley cat that is too tired to try anymore and keeps coming to your porch bc you gave me something out of pity once.

My things with my foods is I will have I Can Have This Specific Thing From This Specific Place, or I Like This Sort Of Food Generally But I Have Extreme Opinions About It. Sometimes they overlap. Examples: I mention McDonald’s. I only ever order the same thing. Very specific. It’s a Hamburger (I won’t go into detail). I can eat other hamburgers but Generally I don’t want to and have opinions about them. If you do it Correctly at home it’s fine. Other places I don’t really like. On the other hand, I Have Extreme Pizza Opinions but I have several places I’ll eat at that qualify. It’s one of the easiest of my samefoods probably to find in a pinch, we just do research and try. I really love pizza so maybe I’m more open to figuring it out than I am w hamburgers bc I’m not like I love hamburgers it’s I love specifically McDonald’s lol. I also have a samedrink and it’s Dr. Pepper, which sadly is bad for my long term health and I’ve had fights and lectures about this for eons as well, but it’s far too late now and I don’t give a shit.

#caff answers #caff rants #sorry about my ranty soapbox #apparently i had Things To Say #yeah my fucking food adventures #and now im trapped in a fast foodless hellscape with no energy to cook just eating fucking cereal #and my only joy of going into town and getting my Food is trashed bc Boycott and i dont want to be a bad person but also. id like to eat. #why is everyone on earth including mcdonalds trying to stop me eating mcdonalds please fucking stop i will cry #The History Of Caffs Food Induced Mental Breakdown #when your samefoods are fast food and work hard and ur all out of fast and work

[f1uckinghell]

Litter (vv Family oneshot)

I’ve been asked to explain the VV Pack Family Constellation, so here’s a little oneshot I wrote a while ago about it.

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2 years later (the twins are two years old, and going to daycare)

“I actually hate you right now.” Lando gives Max a smile that makes him want to hiss at him.

“Sorry! But hey, at least you can go without eating for more than two hours without violently throwing up,” Lando says, reaching out to pet Max’s cheek.

“Like I’m ever going two hours without food,” Max scoffs, crossing his arms.

Lando is two months further along in his pregnancy, and yet, Max is already bigger than him. Lando looks absolutely adorable, his skin glowing, his curls bouncy, not gaining fat anywhere but his tummy. Meanwhile, Max already feels like a blob all the time. He consoles himself with the fact that, while Lando is regularly chucking up his breakfast, lunch and dinner, constantly sleepy, constantly nauseous, Max is doing really well. All he has to deal with is occasional sweating and constant food cravings. “We need to find a way to transfer one of mine into you,” he grumbles, “So we can go two-two.”

“No thanks!” Lando laughs, cupping his tiny, adorable little belly with his hands. “I’m good. One’s enough for now.”

“After this, I’m done with natural family planning,” Max groans.

“I believe that when I see it,” Lando teases, “Daniel likes to nut inside of you way too much.”

“I’m forcing condoms on him after this,” Max groans, and reaches for the bowl of M&Ms on the countertop.

-

Carlos and Lando welcome their little omega baby girl Luna Mariposa a few months later, an adorable tiny baby with pitch-black hair like her father and green eyes. Luna is perfectly healthy, but the labor lasts for 72 hours and ends with Lando in the hospital, a rushed emergency c-section, a ten-day stay after, and a bunch of gray hairs for Carlos.

Seven weeks later, Max gives birth to triplets, two boys and one girl named Flynn, Evie and Jakob, at home, miraculously with no complications. When they find out that Flynn is an Alpha, Jakob a little beta, and Evie an omega, the midwife jokingly calls it a royal flush, and his sister says “One of each!” when she comes to visit, completely delighted.

Six months later, Max looks at Isabel kissing Jakob on the head, and Riley sharing his honey badger stuffie with Evie, and Daniel asleep with Flynn on his chest, and thinks to himself okay, maybe one more… at some point.

Meanwhile, Lando goes back on birth control, and the condoms Max bought eventually end up in Carlos’ nightstand.

Charles gets sterilized a year after Lando gives birth to Luna.

-

5 years later (the twins are 7 years old, and way too into How To Train Your Dragon)

Lando cries when two lines show up on the pregnancy test. Of joy, mostly.

Carlos laughs and hugs him and kisses him, and then can’t sleep for three nights in a row, because the thought of going through that again makes him anxious; lying in Luna’s bed at night after putting her to sleep, he keeps seeing Lando’s blue lips and glassy eyes the moment before they wheeled him into surgery over and over again.

“Papá, are you scared?” Luna asks him when Lando is at a check-up and Carlos and Luna are getting ice cream while waiting for him. She looks up at him with her wide green eyes.

Carlos swallows. “No,” he lies, but then admits, “A little.” because she keeps looking at him like that.

“Cause mum was in the hospital for so long when you had me?”

Carlos sometimes thinks that she is too smart for her own good. “Yes, corazón.”

Luna hums, licking her ice cream, pondering her father’s sorrows.

“I will tell the baby to be really good,” she eventually says, like it’s settled.

-

Lando jokingly calls Luna his little witch, because somehow, this pregnancy is so much easier on him.

Lucía Marisol, a healthy, adorably fat beta baby girl, is born in the hospital, but this time, they get to take her home the next day.

Luna calls her “my Lucía” and cares for Lando more than any of the adults, barely leaving his side for the weeks after the birth.

-

6 years later (the twins are 13 years old, and have just discovered My Chemical Romance)

“Up, higher!” Charles keeps hitting the note on the piano as Riley tries to match it with his voice.

“You sound like a squealing piggy!” Evie yells, running by the open door.

“You don’t,” Charles tells Riley, seeing the teenage frustration on his face, “You sound nice. Try again.”

“I’ll never hit it!” Riley whines, tears already forming in his eyes. Charles takes a deep breath.

“Yes you will, bébé, try again.”

Riley inhales shakily, and Charles plays the note again.

This time, Riley gets it right.

-

“MAMA, FLYNN STOLE MY DOLL!”

“I HAD IT FIRST!”

“You handle that one,” Max tells Daniel. Daniel just shakes his head. “Nah, they can learn how to solve their own conflicts.”

There’s a dull thud, and then Flynn starts crying.

“Can they?” Max asks, drawing up one eyebrow. Thankfully, a moment later, they hear Michael go “Jakob, give it back-” and rumble to smooth over the conflict.

Against Max’s chest, Jasper is peacefully sleeping, undisturbed by the chaos his siblings are causing, mop of blond curls tickling Max’s chest. The easiest baby in the world. Pierre claims it’s “a beta thing”, but Max doesn’t buy it, because Jakob sure as hell wasn’t like this, and neither was Lucía.

“Mama, can Leah come over for a sleepover?” Isa sticks her head in through the living room door. Max still isn’t used to her dyed hair- her beautiful blond hair, all black. Puberty.

“If you leave the door open,” Daniel smirks, and Isabel immediately blushes violently and storms off with a petulant “Daaad!”

“You’re mean,” Max tells Daniel, trying not to laugh.

“What’s the point of having kids if you can’t embarrass them from time to time,” Daniel replies, and leans over to kiss Jasper’s little head.

#virtues verse #f1 fanfic #omegaverse #fluff #f1 fic #Maxiel #carlando