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hiii idk if you’re still taking requests but can you do something smutty with steve in season 3 w his scoops ahoy uniform on after he gets home from work or something🙏🏼🙏🏼

like sub!babygirl!steve is so 🤤🤤😽😽 and a

dom!femreader 🫶❤️❤️ AND OMG HE HAS A MOMMY KINK😧😧 I BEG OF YOU

✶ ┄ OH, BABY !

summary: after a long day at work, steve harrington needs someone (*cough cough* you) to take care of him. pairing: sub!steve harrington / f!reader word count: 5.6k warnings: sub!steve, brief use of a mommy kink, r calls steve daddy like twice i think, mention of a breeding kink, 18+ mdni (ignore any typos, i am way too tired to proofread <3) a/n: hi, it's me again, turning a blurb request into a full length fic. also i can't stop writing for sub steve apparently. all i can say is baby girl is baby girlin real hard in this one lol thanks so much for your request! enjoy xoxo

( BLURB SLEEPOVER ) | ( MASTERLIST )

It’s sunset by the time his shift at Scoops concludes. He serves the last few remaining customers while Robin less than kindly ushers out the loitering teenagers that have stuck around all day.

A group of moms clad in vividly colored spandex tells him “we’re being bad today” like some sort of mantra that makes them feel better about ordering plain vanilla ice cream. Some middle school aged girls with a mouthful of braces, crimped hair in pigtails, and absolutely wreaking of fruity perfume and daddy’s money try helplessly to flirt with him while they use a matte black card to purchase a banana boat sundae.

His last customers of the night are an old married couple, all gray and wrinkly and smiling like life’s still so new to them. They order one strawberry cone to share between them and hold onto each other’s shaking, frail hands as they make their exit.

Steve smiles as he watches them go. He sees a lot of you and him in them. He hopes by the time you both are all old and brittle, you’ll still be happy like that, still so in love.

Working in the downstairs abyss of Starcourt makes him feel crazy sometimes. With no windows and only manufactured fluorescent lighting for ten hours straight, it makes time feel less and less real.

Sometimes he’ll be in before sun out and cower like some sort of vampire when his shift is over. Other times, he’ll come out when it’s pouring down rain and be absolutely baffled at the sight of it because it was perfectly sunny when his shift started.

Everything else but ice cream all but ceases to exist in the hole of Scoops Ahoy — weather, time, life.

Even though it’s closing when he leaves, Steve doesn’t realize how dark it’s gotten outside until he’s walking through the desolate parking lot to his car. The bustling mall has fallen asleep with the rest of the town. The sky has long turned to a navy velvet, the stars and full moon bright white silk.

It makes his limbs heavy and his eyelids heavier as his tired bones ache for rest.

Steve makes the longer drive out to the cabin rather than his own home to see you. Hopper’s out for some conference which means El gets to spend every ounce of her time at the Wheeler’s and you and Steve get to play house.

He doesn’t bother to knock before he comes in. He shuffles through the entrance like his feet are made of lead and leans his weight against the door after he clicks it closed.

The sound of his arrival gets your attention from where you scurry around the kitchen. A smile pulls slowly at your face as you turn over your shoulder to look at him, placing a cover over a pot of something that smells like your infamous chicken alfredo.

“Hey, Stevie,” you greet with a beam and a sort of sunshine in your voice that Steve’s been missing all day.

His body relaxes for the first time since he got up this morning at the sight of you, freshly showered and in your pajamas for the night — an oversized t-shirt that definitely didn’t belong to you before, because it used to be his.

You look more like home than any four walls could ever be to him.

Steve tries his best to give you a smile in return, but it’s weighed down by fatigue and not all there.

You can see it all over him, every ounce of exhaustion on his lax and tired features. Slinging ice cream for less than grateful customers for ten hours straight has taken an obvious toll on him. The bright blue sailor’s uniform makes him look more boyish, but no less tired — or hot.

Your heart swells at how cozy he looks, fatigued and warmed and in dire need of being taken care of. It makes you glad that you started dinner earlier than normal, even happier that you’ve got the house to yourselves.

You exit the kitchen and walk the short distance to him, taking his scruffy cheeks in your palms and rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks.

“Hard day?” you wonder softly and smile to himself when you feel Steve nestle further into your touch.

The boy hums lowly in reply — neither a yes or a no, but a short hmph that means he doesn’t want to talk about it now. He doesn’t like thinking about work when you’re in his arms and all over him. He’d rather pretend like you’re the only thing that exists and let the rest of the world slip slowly away.

He turns his face to kiss the inside of your wrists. You smell like lavender, he finds, and it makes him that much more tired and needy for you.

His hands settle on your arms, fingers wrapping themselves just below your wrists. “Just tired,” he answers finally. “How was your day?”

“Better than yours, I’m assuming,” you quip with a smile. Your hands drag from his face, down the tense columns of his neck, and settle at the white lapel of his uniform. Steve lets you pull him down by his red neckerchief until his lips press against yours, the pillows of them far cozier than the bed and blanket he so craves right now.

He grows somehow heavier against you. He exhales deeply through his nose as his aching muscles start to relax, the warmth of it brushes against your cupid’s bow. His hands fall to your back and ball into your shirt as he clutches so ardently onto you, as though terrified he might have to go another agonizing ten hours without you.

Your smile contorts against his mouth. A laugh exhales sharply through your nose at this tired boy, exhausted and too willing to let you swallow him whole.

As much as you want to take care of you him, you want him to get a little food in his belly and fresh clothes on his skin.

He’s got freshly laundered cottons sitting in a drawer you cleaned out in your room especially for him and a pot of his favorite food simmering on the stove. He’ll be golden in an hour or more and you’ll happily take care of him then.

Steve whines when you pull away from him. The pathetic sound bubbles from his throat and his face screws up like you’ve actually pained him by not kissing him more. He ducks down, looming over you, as his lips chase yours.

You giggle at him, letting him kiss you — one, two, three quick pecks and a fourth sweeter, more drawn-out one he presses against you as the two of you stumble back into the living room.

“You need to eat first, okay?” you protest when you part from him again, lips clicking wetly as they separate. “You probably haven’t had anything all day.”

“I had half a banana in the break room at lunch,” he retorts, half-heartedly.

“Exactly,” you scold. “Go get changed and then we can eat, ‘kay?”

“If you wanted to see me naked so bad, you could’ve just said.”

You roll your eyes at him and how he’s still so sly despite being so damn tired. You push playfully against his chest and squirm out from under where he’d cornered you between his body and the back of the couch. “You smell like a sundae and cheap cologne—”

“Blame those assholes from Abercrombie.”

“—hit the showers, Harrington,” you tell him with a playful sternness, swatting him on the ass as you pass by him.

The action stopped surprising him a long time ago. He’d complained relentlessly about corporate and the stupid outfit they made him wear to work every morning until he realized how much you liked it.

After that, Steve figured he could put up with the itching and the chaffing and the weird stares from other mall-goers. As long as it meant you being unable to keep your hands off of him, dropping to your knees in front of him before he left for work, visiting him at lunch because you just had to see him again.

“You comin’ too, or…?” he jokes in reply, already inching towards the bathroom, but secretly hoping you’ll say yes.

You refuse to amuse him, though, and instead tell him that you have to keep stirring the pasta so it won’t burn. He’s too tired and too excited to wash all the muck of the long workday from his body to beg.

You knew just what he needed — like you always do. He’s as good as gold by the time he gets out of the shower, smelling of your shampoo and practically glittering at how good he feels.

His skin gets to breathe for the first time all day when he slips on a pair of boxers and a faded forest green Hawkins High sweatshirt. They’re freshly washed. He can tell by how soft they feel and the way they smell of fresh detergent.

It makes his heart swell.

While he’s been slinging ice cream and questioning all of his life choices, you’ve been washing his clothes, folding them and putting the in their own drawer in your dresser. You’ve been cooking him his favorite dinner, knowing he hasn’t eaten all day, because you know everything about him.

You do it all because you love him. You don’t have to think twice about it before you so effortlessly take care of him.

He swears you’ll feed him if he begs hard enough, but Steve hasn’t reached that level of tiredness yet. He does, however, force you to sit halfway in his lap while the both of you opt to eat on the couch in the living room rather than the kitchen table.

A repeat of Miami Vice plays on the tiny television across the room and you tell him about what you’d done on your day off in between shoveling forkfuls of pasta into your mouth with your legs slung into his lap.

Most of it was spent taking care of chores, a feat made harder without Hopper and El to take on the extra workloads but easier because their absence meant less shit to get done.

You drove Dustin and Lucas to the Wheeler’s house later that morning, then doubled back across Hawkins when Max called and all but begged you to free her from the hellscape on Cherry Lane, as she so lovingly put it. You picked her up and dropped her off with the rest of her friends.

And even though they all swore they had rides back home, they’d called again some hours later and asked too sweetly if you could take them back across town.

You complain and grumble about it, but you do it for them anyway.

Because you take care of people. That’s just what you do.

“So you were a personal chauffeur for a bunch of kids all day?” Steve jokes and laughs to himself as he swipes a smudge of alfredo sauce from your chin with his thumb

“Basically,” you nod in reply.

When that’s all done — and the episode is over and the dishes are in the sink and your teeth are freshly brushed — you tell Steve to get into bed, and then to get his head out of the gutter at the look he gives you after.

He’s pleasantly surprised when you bring a whole basket of things from the bathroom and into your bedroom. He watches silently, obediently, as you light a candle on the far side of the room before climbing into bed beside him.

“Scoot down a little,” you tell him. “And take off your shirt.”

He does it all without question. He rises, strips himself of his top, and tosses the thing mindlessly on the floor beside the bed. With his lean torso and bare chest on display, spotted with tufts of chestnut-colored hair and smelling of your body wash, he lazes back onto the bed again with his head on the pillows.

Steve holds his breathe when you straddle his chest.

“Comfy?” you ask him quietly.

He can only nod in response.

His eyes are wide, twinkling with love and curiosity. It makes you smile. He’s always so soft in his way, so compliant with you — and, fuck, if you don’t love how he looks when he’s underneath you.

You lean down to press a chaste kiss to the chiseled tip of his nose then reach for one of the many bottles stacked inside the wicker basket. You drip the rose-scented liquid onto a cottonpad and tell him that it’s cleanser.

“I thought I was already clean?” he retorts.

“Well, this shit is gonna make ya glow like a baby, Harrington,” you tell him and swipe the stuff up and down his face — across his forehead, along his nose, and around his stubbly jaw. “Which means it’s perfect for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you’re a baby,” you quip once, then smile lovingly down at him. “My baby,” you correct.

“Damn straight,” he hums with a soft smile, then shuts his eyes when you trade the cleanser for what you call a liquid exfoliator. He doesn’t ask what that means. He doesn’t say much of anything really, because he’s enamored with the way you dote on him.

Your day has been just as busy as his, maybe not as mind-numbing, but still busy. You’ve been bouncing all across town, trying to make sure a bunch of kids weren’t putting themselves in total danger — Steve knows firsthand how hard that can be.

And yet, you keep caring for him, like it’s more important than how tired you must be.

The way you’ve settled on top of him is just a bonus. It’s not as domineering as you usually are in this position, straddling your legs over him and forcing his face between your legs with your fingers tangled in his hair. He wouldn’t have minded if that’s what you’d done in the first place. He would’ve thanked you for it, really.

It’s comforting more than it is anything, the subtle weight of you on top of him, keeping him grounded.

You rub something that feels like lotion into his skin. The tips of your fingers massage his face — they dig softly into his temples, relieving all the strain there, then trace around his curve of his jaw. Steve sighs and melts into your touch. It makes you laugh.

“Look at you,” you giggle, all soft like the moonlight streaming in rays from the windows. Then you tease him. “My baby’s gettin’ all pampered tonight, huh?”

“That stuff smells really good,” he notes. “Think it’s safe enough to taste?”

You know he’s joking, but you flick him in the center of his freshly moisturized forehead anyway, when his tongue darts out the side of his mouth to lick around his lips.

“You’re such an idiot,” you scold with a laugh. “There’s no way we’re gonna be able to have a kid if you keep acting like one, Steve Harrington.”

The boy's eyes fly open. “…A kid?” he repeats in something short of a whisper.

You only hum in reply with a little shrug like you’re trying to play it all off. Like you didn’t just drop the biggest bomb on him and left him to pick up the pieces. Like it isn't the sweetest goddamn thing he’s ever heard in his life (even though you are sort of making fun of him).

“You want a kid with me?” he presses, eyes sparkling and full of hope.

“‘Course I do,” you shrug again, focusing on capping the moisturizer and putting it away rather than meeting his intense gaze. “Want anything and everything with you, Stevie.”

The boy doesn’t bother to hide the grin your words put on his face. He’s all but beaming from where he lays beneath you, trying to make sure he’s still breathing because his heart has started to flutter something fierce.

It was something the two of you only ever talked about in passing — usually him bringing up the idea of having kids and you swatting them all down.

“We’re too young,” you tell him. “We’re too broke”, “we’re too dumb.” The occasional “my dad is literally in the next room, he’ll kill you if he hears you talking like that” shuts him up real quick.

But here you are now, telling him you want a baby with him, that you want everything with him. It drives him absolutely insane.

“Yeah?” he hums in response, idle hands rising and settling upon your bare thighs, rubbing at the smooth skin there, petting you almost. The room gets suddenly and unbearably hot with the look he gives you, innocent and knowing and hungry.

You feel him shift from underneath you, the hardening cock in his boxers making it hard to stay as comfortable as he had been.

“You wanna be a mommy, honey?” he all but coos. “Wanna take care of our kids like you take care of me?”

Though his words set a fire in the pit of your stomach, the tone of them makes you roll your eyes. It’s like flipping a light switch when it comes to Steve. It takes next to nothing to turn him into a puddle of mush.

He’s always raring to go when it comes to you, and you’d be lying if you said it was totally invigorating.

“What happened to my sweet, sleepy, baby Stevie, huh?” you tease, hands leaving his face to caress the ones he’s got resting on your thighs. “Thought you were too tired?”

He shakes his head defiantly. “Never too tired for you.”

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you scold with bubbly laughter when you feel his large hands trail up your legs. His finger falls beneath your shirt, the tips of them sneaking into the rounded hems of your underwear, all but cupping your ass to drag you further up his chest.

He’s practically salivating at the mere thought of tasting you. Of knowing that the only thing separating you from him is a couple of inches and the thin fabric of your underwear.

He knows that when he slides them to the side, you’ll be wet and needing him underneath, slick enough for his tongue to slip right in.

And, truth be told, oral sex wasn’t the easiest when you weren’t alone. It was too precarious of a position. If Hopper knocked on the door and barged in hardly a moment later, you needed to break away quickly.

So when your dad and little sister were home, it was easier to use your hands to get each other off. And, maybe, if Steve was real good, you’d let him fuck you.

But his mouth on you? There wasn’t enough good he could be for you to let him do that, not when your father was on the other side of the door in the living room. Because you’re pretty sure death would be easier than your dad catching Steve Harrington giving cunnilingus to his daughter. You’re pretty sure you’d die on the spot, anyway.

But Hopper is miles away. Your sister is on the other side of town. And you’re alone with your boyfriend, hidden away in a cabin in the middle of the woods. It’s the perfect recipe for the best sex of your life.

“Don’t care,” Steve murmurs, pressing kisses to the inner parts of your thigh when he settles you more intently over his shoulders. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah?” you croon. From below you, the boy notes the arched brow and knowing glint in your eye that usually means trouble. “Daddy wants to make mommy feel good, huh?”

Steve knows exactly why you said it. Why you chose to say it like that. It’s the same reason you brought up the kid thing in the first place. Because you knew it would drive him crazy.

And it’s not like you ever had to try to make him mental, all you really had to do was walk into a room and he was done for. But you didn’t just want to just make him go insane, you wanted to ruin him.

And you know you’ve done just that when a groan spills from his mouth and two strong hands dig rather ruthlessly into your hips. He pulls you down without warning, pressing your clothed pussy closer to his face and dragging his nose between your covered lips. A moan leaves your mouth in a heavy exhale when the tip of it nudges your clit.

“Like being called daddy, huh?” you tease through bated breaths.

Steve nods in reply as he hooks a finger through the hem of your panties and slides them to the side, putting your pretty, glistening pussy on display for him.

He was right about what he said before — you were soaked.

All but drunk on the sight of you, he presses open-mouthed kisses to your inner thigh. “Like the other thing, too,” he mumbles against your skin, like he’s hiding himself there.

“The other thing?” you question with pinched brows. The confusion ebbs like a rolling tide as you realize: “Oh. You wanna call me mommy, Stevie?” you ask with a joking lilt.

“Shut up,” he groans against you.

He’s pleasantly surprised when your hand grabs the strands of his hair like reigns, pulling him back just before he puts his mouth on your pussy. He’s even more stunned at the stern expression taking over your features, not nearly as playful as you’d been moments before.

Suddenly you’re ten feet tall, and he’s nothing more than an ant, at the mercy of your boot.

“That’s no way to talk to your mommy, is it, Stevie?”

He shakes his head with glazed over eyes. “Sorry.”

“Sorry… what?”

There is an underlying tone in your voice, something teasing and yet somehow serious all at once. It’d make him roll his eyes if he weren’t lying beneath you like this. Now, with your pussy mere inches from his face, he isn’t quite sure how to be anything but obedient.

“Sorry, mommy,” he corrects.

A flip switches and you’re smiling again. “Good boy,” you praise and it makes his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers. Your hand guides him to your pussy again.

Steve’s always been good at oral. A little too good, actually. It made you jealous sometimes, to know that his technique has been perfected over years of experience.

“All the other girls were just practice for you, honey,” he’d soothe your seething rage with a wink and a tongue shoved deep into your cunt.

You believe him now, that every other girl was just an obstacle for him to get to you, because no one’s had him like this. No one will ever have him like this.

You’re the one who’s got him on his back with his mouth on your pussy. You’re the one who’s got him calling you mommy.

And it makes you feel like a fucking giant.

He wastes little time to envelope your cunt with his mouth. You feel the muffled grunt he lets out at the tangy and familiar taste of you. His tongue pushes into your cunt, licking you with the intent of devouring you entirely. His nose presses intently against your clit, prodding the little button as you ride his face. He encourages every thrust, guiding your hips up and down his mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie,” you whine and feel him smile drunkenly against your pussy, never ceasing his assault against your sensitive skin.

Your head falls back, suddenly too heavy to hold up. Your gaze settles on the ceiling, though you’re not exactly looking at it, and moans fall from your open mouth and into the heavy air — billowing laments in the moonlight.

“You make me feel so good,” you murmur to yourself, but to him especially, knowing he turns into a ticking time bomb when he’s praised. “Always make mommy feel so fucking good, baby.”

He groans against you, and it makes your hips twitch over his face.

Your head turns and your glazed over eyes fall on the hard cock trapped in his underwear. It’s more than apparent against the thin fabric with a wet patch of precum darkening the plaid cotton. The sight of it, paired with his lips wrapped around your clit, makes you moan most pitifully.

“Fuck, Steve,” you cry. “You’re gonna make me come. Holy shit, baby— gonna come so hard in your mouth.” The promise makes Steve double his efforts against you, wanting nothing more than to taste every drop you can give him. “I’ll ride you after, 'kay? Make you come so hard you can’t see straight. Fuck. I’m so fucking close.”

You figure his muffled whine is an affirmative.

“If you make me come now, maybe I’ll let you come inside me—”

You barely get to finish your sentence before Steve’s wrapping his arms around your thighs and keeping you pressed against his face. His tongue works overtime inside of your cunt, attentively flicking against every part of your velvet walls that it can reach, while his nose nudges your clit most relentlessly.

It has you reaching your climax within seconds, hips jerking against him while his hold on you tightens. Steve only lets you go when he’s certain you’ve ridden out every inch of your orgasm.

You’re shaking and half-numb when you unfold your body from his and settle next to him on the bed. You press yourself over him as your lips swallow his, tasting yourself on his mouth that glistens with you.

Your torso is splayed over his bare one, knees digging into the mattress at his side as you arch your back to push yourself further into him.

“Was that good for you?” he mutters after you’ve pulled away, sliding the tip of your nose up and down the bridge of his.

A laugh escapes you in a sharp scoff. If he couldn’t have felt how good it was for you — after you all but writhed against him — surely he must’ve tasted it dripping like honey from your cunt.

“It’s always good,” you assure him, then murmur more quietly, “Always so good for mommy.”

You keep the promise you’d made him no more than minutes beforehand. You pull down his boxers at the same time he’s trying to get you out of your shirt, and it’s just a mess of yearning limbs until the both of you are naked.

You rub yourself over his cock a few times, getting it all slick with you in the place of lube, because you know taking him is never an easy feat. The stretch of his dick inside you is always delicious but fuck if it doesn’t burn. It’s like fire in every sense of the word, hot and filthy paired with a distant ache.

Steve lets you set the pace as you get used to his length nestled deep inside your velvet. His hands rest compliantly on your hips as you grind against him, honeyed gaze fixed on your fucked out features as you take him — brows pinched, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Then, when every inch of him is snug in your cunt and your senses return to you, you deny him of his want to touch you. Your fingers wrap around his wrists and push them into the pillow on either side of his head. “Mommy didn’t say you could touch her, did she?” you purr to him as you lean over him. He shakes his head obediently, if only it meant that you kept fucking yourself on top of him.

And you do. Most ardently.

You keep your bare chest pressed against his fuzzy one, nose-to-nose as you slide your hips over his. And even though he’s had you like this before (in this position and many others), it feels brand new every time. It’s like he’s never felt you before despite how familiar you feel.

It triggers his body into a sense of fight of flight, as though frightened he’ll never get to have you again. It leaves him fucking you like it’ll be the last time he’s inside you, every fucking time.

It never is, though — obviously. Most times he only has to wait a couple minutes or more before he gets to take you again.

But now, with his hands balled into fists beside his head and your’s braced on his chest, digging into the patch of hair there as you rock back and forth on his hard cock — the tip of it nestled deep inside of you and hitting every sweet spot that makes you keen — has left him an absolute wreck beneath you.

He’s chasing his pleasure like he’s never felt it before. Like he won’t feel it again.

“Your cock feels so good, Stevie,” you moan above him.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby,” he mutters between harsh and labored pants.

“’S okay… I want you to come,” you promise and press a too sweet kiss to his swollen, pink lips. You move your hips more intently over him. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills your bedroom. “Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out in something short of a whimper. His eyes are glassy and his brows are furrowed and it takes everything in him not to fuck up into you — because he wants to be good, he wants to be good for you.

“Yeah… Want you come in me… Fuck me until it takes,” you babble over top of him, knowing exactly what it’s doing to the whining boy beneath you. “Wanna give you a baby— fuck— I wanna make you a daddy, Stevie.”

A whine spills from his throat. His toes curl into the fabric of your comforter, eyes rolling back into his head, body tensing as he digs his fingers into the skin of his palms that still ache to touch you.

Your name spills from his mouth along with a string of curses and pretty little cries when he stuffs you full of his come.

You happily accept every load he shoots into you as work him through every aftershock of his orgasm. Yours doesn’t come so easy — you roll your hips over yourself and rub your clit until you’re twitching right along with him.

You come down from your highs together with a tender softness. You lay over him, one hand combing through his curls and the other stroking softly at his sweat-slicked bicep. You watch with heavy eyes as his orgasm rolls over him.

His chest rises and falls with every heavy breath, stuttering when another pang of pleasure hits him all of a sudden. “Fuck,” he whines harshly into the heavy air.

He’s happy you don’t deny him when his arms wrap around your waist, hands rubbing up and down the expanse of your slick back.

You press tiny kisses to his face as he comes down — his nose, his cheeks, his forehead his stubbly chin and jaw. You press one, two, three pecks to his lips before you slide off of him, then laugh when he whines.

You’re gone for hardly more than three minutes, but to Steve, it feels like an eternity’s gone by.

You return from the bathroom, wiped freshly clean, and blow out the nearly burnt-out candle on your dresser before you slither back into his side. One of his arms curls beneath your shoulders to pull you closer to him with his other rests on the back of yours that’s settled on his chest.

You share one pillow, noses inches away from one another’s, while you bask in the warm moment and the sex-coated air around you before you have to break it.

“You know I’m still on the pill, right?” you ask him.

He nods.

“And that we’re—”

“Way too young to have a kid right now?” he finishes for you, though the idea makes him sad. He nods.

“Yeah… And—”

“Too broke? I know that too.”

“Also my—”

“Your dad would kill me if I got you pregnant?”

It makes you laugh. You hadn’t realized you’d talked about having kids this many times — at least, not enough for him to memorize all the reasons why it’s not the best idea right now.

“Yeah, I know it’s not happening any time soon,” Steve says with a sigh. “I like to pretend, though. Plus, it’s not even about that to me, you know? I just… I just like being with you and… everything.”

Everything, you repeat to yourself. A word that means so much and nothing at all.

No one knows what everything means, they just know that it’s a lot, a whole lot. That’s what makes it so special. Steve wants it all with you — the overbearing dad, the sister with powers, the teenage kids who never let you have a single second to yourselves when they’re around.

It’s a lot sometimes, most times, but he’ll weather it all with you.

“You like being with me?” you echo just to see him nod.

He does. “I love being with you,” he corrects.

“Love calling me mommy, too, huh?”

He realizes then, the sincere moment was just a set-up for that stupid joke. He groans and flops his head back on the pillow, but makes no move to distance himself from you.

“Oh, my god,” he moans in annoyance. “Am I gonna have to deal with this the rest of my life?”

You nod. “Sorry, Harrington, but I’m never letting that shit go.”

Good, he thinks to himself, even though he pretends to hate it because it makes you laugh. He never wants you to stop.

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Hello uh- I may have a bit of a Bear brainrot-

Sooooooooo I drew few doodles-

A bit sleepy rn (it's 22:22 rn as I'm writing this lmao) so there's probably gonna be few typos lmao (22:31 post finished now I'm going to sleep)

I'm just gonna hope it's not gonna post twice

:P +brain empty

Another :P but smol Bear version

I guess arson skkskksksk (I think I'm funny)

Uh oh- seems like someone pissed off Bear! (autocorrect please stop trying to change into passed-) I also experimented with lightning without ref lmao

The claws were fun to draw

Not finished one but uh Bear with axe cuz why not I wanna share cuz doodle (also ignore how that one hand looks so goofy I didn't notice it before-)

@beartitled :3c

Augh my eyes hurt- anyway imma drop some tags in here and probably add more after I wake up lmao

Yep I'm too tired to write anything els lmao

Time to sleep lol imma leave the anxiety for future Amari /silly

#lmao #i need sleep #my art #hehe #doodles #weeeeeeeeeee #digital art #not my oc #not my sona #artists on tumblr #amari art #alr time to sleep and I'll add more things later :D

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cobiehaven · 1 year

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I'M RIGHT HERE WAITING, I'M YOURS FOR THE TAKING. DON'T EVER OVER THINK IT. EVERY CHANCE YOU WANT, EVERY CHANCE YOU'LL GET SURPRISE ME IF YOU CAN. MOUTH BE SHUT, BUT I CAN HEAR YOUR VOICE. YOUR EYES, YOUR LIPS, I CAN'T IGNORE. CAPTIVATED, IF YOU WANT IT, COME AND GET IT, NO FRICTION, I'M YOURS

el oh el

(that was from memory btw)

I KNOW THE ENTIRE THING BY HEART. I LITERALLY JUST RAPPED IT OUT LOUD SDJFSJF

wait hold on-

TIME AGAIN AND AGAIN, SOCIETY ON ITS CHASE, EYE TO EYE WILL NEVER BE LEVELED IN TAGS SOME PLACE, GOT IT IN ME AND IM READY DONT CARE ABOUT THE ONES WHO DOUBT, STEP BACK.

it was so hard not writing any typos int here

#syn.asks #asks #stream kiss me if you can by tbz #also stream einstein by tbz #its in their breaking dawn album #🍄 anon revealed

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palaugranetes · 3 years

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Arnau: Has anyone ever told you a plank of wood would do a better job at acting than you? @Riqui

Francisco: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Ronald: I mean, you gotta give him credit though, he acts like he has some sense sometimes.

Arnau: 😂

Riqui: Ha ha ha hilarious

Arnau: I wish I was kidding.

Riqui: Has anyone told you you are as funny as a doorknob?

Arnau: 😒

Riqui: 😗✌🏻

Riqui: Night night idiots.. big match tomorrow.

Ronald: Yes run along little one.

Riqui: Shut it tree.

27 March 2021

Ansu: So no Riqui...

Iñaki: Man that really sucks

.....

Ansu: There have been more cards in this damn match than goals.. wake up dammit.

Arnau: How many damn shots.. off target.

Ansu: *insert "paaaaiiiiiinnn" gif*

Iñaki: I am falling asleep... score already!!

Arnau: Surprise surprise.

......

Ansu: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

Pedri: How was that a red card??!

Ronald: He didn't even touch him😂😂😂

Ronald: What was that?!

Ansu: @Oscar you should have decked the ref while you're at it.. you were being sent off anyways.

Ronald:😂

-----------

Oscar: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬😤😤😤

Pedri: Understandable.

Oscar: You guys saw it.. I was not hallucinating it right!?

Iñaki: We saw

Pedri: You were not

Riqui: Why do I even bother coming to this..

Pedri: It really is messed up.

Riqui: Thanks

Pedri: No really, I think you would have truly made a difference.

Riqui: 😭💙💙💙

Frenkie: Hello.. This is Frenkie's ghost saying if I see a ball in the coming 24 hours I'm gonna lose it.

Sergiño: You are probably going to bro.

Frenkie: 😣😣😣 I know

Francisco: Get some rest..

Riqui: Congrats on your goal bro @Francisco

Francisco: ❤❤❤

Frenkie: I plan to.

Ronald: Two opposites of the playing spectrum Frenkie and Riqui.

Pedri: Balance.. where is it

Ansu: A myth.

Frenkie: Night night guys 💙❤

Francisco: Sleep well mano✌🏻💙❤

Riqui:"Ronald: The opposites of the playing spectrum Frenkie and Riqui." SIGHS..

Pedri: 😕 I'm sure we'll have balance soon.

Ansu: With how things are going!?

Pedri: Shhhhhh

Ansu: 🙄

Pedri: Night night guys! Match tomorrow ✌🏻❤💛

28 March 2021

Ilaix:

Ilaix: So true @Sergiño so true.

Sergiño: bro he was the first name to pop up in my head.

Ilaix: Accurate though.

Arnau: Agreed

Riqui: Our resident "Sensitive boy"

Ilaix: 😌😌😌😌😌

....

Arnau: Who apparently has disappeared.

Ilaix: Where are you @Ansu come and face the music.

....

Riqui: Well he ignored your asses so hard.

Arnau: 😒😒

Ilaix:

Dembz: Shamelessly😌

Sergiño: 🤝🏽

Dembz: 😉😉

Ansu: It was only ONE TIME @Ilaix

Ilaix: Sure it was

Ansu: TONY STARK D WORDED WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!

Ilaix: I wasn't talking about that bro.. we all shed tears that day

Ansu: shut up

Riqui: 👀

Francisco: What are you talking about then?

Ansu: No

Arnau: Say it

Ansu: No

Ansu: Moving on

Ansu: Who is Gerrard?

Sergiño: 🤦🏽‍♂️

Ilaix: Don't change the subject!

Ilaix: This video was like "When in doubt say Leo"

Pedri: As they should

JC: "I cannot speak spanish yet, but seems like he's a funny guy" yes he's hilarious @Sergiño

JC: He is just a bag of laughs isn't he.

Francisco: Is Gerard your summoning word dude?

JC: I am always here.. reading

Francisco: D'accord...

Riqui: Look at you 👏🏻👏🏻

Francisco: Gracies nanu 💙

Riqui: 🥺

Riqui: Best of luck tonight @Pedri 💪🏻💪🏻

Dembz: Who is Ricky?

Pedri: Rubio?

Dembz: He is but

Dembz: No

Ilaix: 😂😂😂😂

Riqui: Miralem MY NAME IS EVERYWHERE HOW EVEN

Pedri: "Riqui: Best of luck tonight @Pedri 💪🏻💪🏻" ❤💛❤💛❤

Ronald: Love this.. I'm gonna start calling you Ricky now

Riqui: Shut up Ronron

Ronald: Not happening Ricky

Oscar: I mean.. you walked into that one.

Ronald: hush

Ansu: Typos is what that video is about.

Carlitos: Ricky 😂 Gerrard 😂

Carlitos: I shouldn't be laughing at typos but I am kinda really bored watching Les Tres Bessones with Luki

Oscar: Curly watching Curly people.

Oscar: Cute

Ansu: Relatability

Riqui: I LOVE THEM

Arnau: Of course you do.

Sergiño: So Mira was not wrong when he guessed you'd be the one to memorize Disney songs huh

Ilaix: 😂

Pedri: He also said he's the youngest... he's not

Pedri: He's just the tiniest 😬😬

Dembz: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Riqui: Bro.. that cut... deep

Francisco: Always a surprise with this one

Carlitos: 😂😂😂He's not wrong

Arnau: One of us is missing and I haven't heard a peep out of him since yesterday.

Oscar: He's probably taking a nap between naps.

Iñaki: He is not

Riqui: @Iñaki has the tree said anything about what we discussed??

Riqui: You know what, I'll talk to you on PM.

Iñaki: Okay

Carlitos: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Oscar: What is he planning?

Carlitos: How would I know I'm in Madrid

29 March 2021

Ansu: I gotta say.. I'm kinda hurt

Ansu:

Ansu: So what if he is your neighbor

Ansu: I dare you. I double dare you

Ansu: DO IT

JC: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

JC: I will pay good money to see that happen.

Riqui: Remember when Leo dyed his hair blond?!

Pedri: I was so shook. I almost did it myself🙄

Riqui: OMG

Pedri: But then I thought about it and decided not to.

Ilaix: Your mom said no, didn't she.

Pedri: She did yeah 🙄🙄🙄

Oscar: 😂😂😂😂

Ansu: When Geri threatened us

Ansu:

JC: We still are very much 😥😥😓😟

Oscar: He really is taking his sweet time with you and rizos.

JC: I HATE IT.

Ansu:

Riqui: AND THEY WERE DELICIOUS!

Ronald: Sure they were

Riqui: WHY ARE YOU ON MY CASE THESE DAYS!! GO AWAY

Ronald: Tough.

Ansu: I expected more from you @Dembz tsk tsk tsk

Ansu:

Dembz: That movie question took me out.. There were so many I couldn't decide

Ansu: Excuses

Dembz: 😒😒😒😒😒

Carlitos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFmYUIGBjDE

Carlitos: @Riqui look away

Riqui: I hate you

Iñaki: Remember Los Protegidos?? I used to love that show!!

Ronald: Guys...

Carlitos: "Iñaki: Remember Los Protegidos?? I used to love that show!!" OH WOW, WHAT A BLAST!! It was amazing!!

Iñaki: YES!!

Oscar: "Ronald: Guys..." Yes?

Ronald: Where's Frenkie?

Francisco: He is probably sleeping. HE BETTER BE

Ronald: Good point

Carlitos: "Iñaki: YES!!" SI O NO? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOyXiZkGoeU

Iñaki: 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Oscar: I was so happy when the reboot news came out!!

Carlitos: YEEESSSS

Francisco: I feel bad for Frenks

Arnau: the amount of messages he is going to wake up to is gonna make him freak out

Francisco: That and I feel he won't get benched on Monday

30 March 2021

Riqui: Imagine not having Leo or Frenks for El Clasico

Arnau: No thank you

Ronald: GOD

Riqui: We know both will play.

Ronald: Sadly

Dembz: We should all get the yellows on their behalves

Riqui: With the 5 minutes I will probably be getting?!

Dembz: Rephrasing, the ones who start on Monday should volunteer to do their work

Dembz: Better?

Francisco: So you Serg and Oscar and possibly Ronald

Ronald: Gladly

Oscar: You know I am always ready to fight anyone

Dembz: I said Yellow cards Oscar NOT RED

Oscar: Yes yes

Riqui: 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Iñaki: Another way we can help Frenkie is if we all go to sleep now.

Riqui: Not sure if you're 22 or 82

Iñaki: Both now go to sleep

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purplesunrisefanfic · 4 years

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“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

Okay, let’s try another direct bash out of a Drabble or ficlet, because they’re kinda fun. :D There will be typos et cetera.

WARNINGS: (written after the fic) Surprising no one, I wrote y’all some angst and some kinky kinky smut.

MAJOR warning for anyone with claustrophia or triggers around imprisonment, abadonment or kidnapping. @ me if you want more info to decide, but I would suggest you consider skipping this fic if those are issues for you.

Warning for consent: While I try to write things in with an atmosphere that implies such things are present, I don’t write all the details of negotiations, safeword agreements or other preagreed variations from normal rules of consent into every fic I write. Please assume that these things are there in the background of their established relationship, this is consensual play in a context of having done this type of stuff together before and having agreed to how they will handle what counts as a yes.

General warnings for vague mentions of violence/the threats of the TLOU universe, sexually explicit swearing and for various kinky things. More detailed warnings re:the kinky things would kinda be spoilers so @ me if you want or need these. And as always, ANY reader, for ANY of my fics, ANYTIME is also just generally welcome to reach out to ask if you have less commonly warned-for triggers that you wanna check for.

This Is The Only Way To Keep You Safe (Abby/Ellie)

“This is fucking bullshit! What the fuck—“

“This is the only way to keep you safe, Ellie.”

“How the fuck is fucking trapping me down here supposed to keep me safe?!”

“You think they won’t still want you? That base is full of Salt Lake vets. Someone will recognise you. Down here, they won’t get the chance.”

“If it’s so dangerous, then what the hell are you thinking taking Lev—“

“Lev will be fine. He’s not immune. They don’t slaughter random people—“

“Just vivisect the special kids, huh?”

Abby ignored the jibe, still not sure what to make of the “other side” of the story.

“Have you forgotten how badly we need the help? They adored my father, and I don’t see that we have a better shot of getting what we need than to hope they’ll do Jerry’s daughter a favour.”

“I get that, but I don’t see how that plan equals that we should be locking me in freakin’ basement.”

“Ellie.” Abby waited a moment, wanting to try and get her into listening mode.

“You will be alone. For days. In an area where the only people who survived the Rattler base destruction have seen that you were bitten. They will recognise you. You’re not exactly wanting for being memorable. In a group, it’s less obvious but alone? You will be seen, you will be recognised. And, if by some miracle you don’t get shot in head for being presumed to be infected, then word of that will travel. The Fireflies will get wind and come looking themselves, or someone will be smart enough to try and trade you for the bounty.”

“Fine. I’ll keep a low profile. I’ll stay quiet and make sure I’m not seen.”

Abby stopped organising her rucksack and turned to make eye contact. “Ellie,” she said, looking at her with affectionate skepticism.

Under Abby’s gaze, she grew a little awkward, both from the tension and from how much she didn’t like being called on her obvious bullshit.

“When are you quiet?”

“Uh? Excuse me? Who is it that knifes a room full of clickers alone without a single one of them noticing while you and Lev just fucking wait around?”

“And how long does that take?”

Her question met with silence, Abby continues. “And what do you do afterward?”

She raises her eyebrow as she asks, but still gets a reply of silence.

“Yes. Ellie. You are a fucking machine. I get that. You‘re a stealth master when it suits the battle. But being quiet for days, when most of time you aren’t in combat? No shouting out any cusses? No calling out for ‘any more of you fuckers’?”

Abby’s serious look with her slight raised eyebrow transforms into a look of utter incredulity at the though of Ellie keeping a constant low profile for three whole days.

“And you have a good chance of making it alone out here while we’re gone, I know that too. But not as good as if you stay hidden.”

Unable to actually argue the points, Ellie sticks to silently staring back, nostrils flaring, and clearly seething. Abby gives her a minute, returning to packing her bag. Still livid about the situation and not wanting to accept the reality of it, Ellie decides to try some clear bullshit.

“The way you wanna lock me up, I’ll have to kick a whole bookcase over if I need to get out. How much noise will that make?”

Abby sighs wearily. Maybe she should ask the Fireflies to examine her head while she is there, see if there’s a medical reason she’s masochistically fallen for the most stubborn person she’s ever met.

“This basement is well-hidden. There’s no reason to think it will be found even if people search the rest of the house. And you’re not telling me that you couldn’t set things up so that an even army couldn’t survive to the bottom of those stairs, if it came to it. because if we’re agreeing on anything here, it’s that you are more than capable.”

This was getting exhausting. Abby dug deep.

“Could you not just put up with a few days of rest for the sake of my peace of mind, please?”

Ellie was taken aback. Her expression softened as she registered the sincere concern in Abby’s eyes and she reconsidered.

“Okay. I’ll do it. For you.“

She still had to fire a parting shot, though.

“I’m not saying I agree with you, I still think it’s ridiculous, but I’ll do it for you.”

Fuck’s sake, can nothing ever be easy? Well, at least she’d agreed... Abby sighed in relief then gave her a weary “Thank you,” not looking up from her bag.

Ellie started to feel like she’d been kind of a dick. Sorry was not likely to be coming out of her stubborn mouth, but she tried to make some amends.

“Besides,” she spoke with a suggestive grin, “I wouldn’t wanna deny you whatever perverted kicks you’ll get out of holding me captive for three straight days.”

Abby scoffed with some amusement.

“You think this is a sex game?”

Ellie’s expression was full of challenge, “Isn’t it?”

Abby smiled. This was how Ellie got her to overlooked how freakin’ annoying her stubborness was.

“No, it’s a ‘you don’t die horribly at the hands of the many possible foes we have’ game.”

“Meh, that sounds like a crappy game, a sex game would be better.”

The suggestion in Ellie’s voice went straight to Abby’s clit. Her voice took on a flirty edge.

“You wanna make this a sex game?”

Ellie smirked.

“Don’t you?” She fired back.

Then she bit her lip. Purposefully. It seemed she’d decided to go from goading Abby one way to goading her another way. She got more than she bargained for when Abby lunged at her.

Hand behind Ellie’s head to absorb the impact, she slammed her into a wall. Then her hands moved around, holding Ellie’s head in place against the wall, with a grip too tight for Ellie to move forward. She moved her lips to within milimeters of a kiss before she spoke in a husky voice.

“You want three days down here with an ass so sore you can’t sit? Because that can be arranged.”

Ellie tried to suppress a moan, but didn’t manage to fully conceal her reaction. Abby heard her, and was very happy for the opportunity to goad her back.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna make this a little more fun, El?”

Ellie’s pride overrode her desire, and she attempted a stoic look and a shrug. But Abby could see deeper.

“I think that’s a yes...”

Ellie put her game face on, ready for Abby to strip it away but not quite wanting to bellow out the “Yes” that her body was screaming. Abby started to stroke her fingertips across Ellie’s décolletage, towards her left shoulder. She traced a line down from her shoulder to her arm slowly, and Ellie felt her anticipation creep up a little.

Once she reached Ellie’s wrist, she took hold of her hand, pressing her biceps into the wall and bending her elbow so her forearm stuck out in front of her. Her left hand kept a grip too tight for Ellie fight while she started to trace every line of the intricate tattoo that covered Ellie’s scarred skin and the secrets below it. Using just the nail of her thumb, she slowly dragged the pattern against her girlfriend’s flesh. She made it about halfway before Ellie gave in and audibly whimpered. Then Abby let up for awhile, moving so that Ellie could touch her all over, then strip her naked and eat her out as she laid on the one of beds down in the barracks. She kept her hands on Ellie the whole time as the redhead went down on her, building her arousal with tickles on the sensitive little spots she’d gradually found on Ellie’s neck, shoulders and ears. She sometimes felt Ellie shudder a little on top of her. Perfect.

—

Ellie was gasping from her own desire by the time Abby came. Abby held her for a minutes and tried her best to speak affectionately, something that still made her shy. Once she’d recovered, she picked Ellie up, held her with her face to the wall and started to give her the promised glow on her ass. When she seemed to have finished, Ellie moaned invitingly, wanting Abby’s fingers. But Abby wasn’t finished yet.

“Uh-uh, I thought we said this should hurt for three whole days, didn’t we? It’ll take a little more than that to get you nicely bruised up enough to last for three days.”

—

It wasn’t hardest Ellie had experienced (and her tolerance was this sort of thing was yet another source of stubborn pride, of course) but she was visibly in some pain by the time Abby had finished with her. Pain that only got worse when Abby flipped her around a pressed her back and ass into the wall. Two very strong thighs held Ellie’s leg in place, spread open as she moaned in delight at the delicious agony she felt in her ass. Abby then placed her hands above her own legs, pressing Ellie’s hips into the wall, as she knelt down for a taste of Ellie’s soaked, dribbling cunt.

—

Once she’d edged Ellie with her tongue, she stopped and gave her a kiss on the mouth, sharing the taste that Abby delighted in but Ellie found a little uncomfortable to share with her, especially when Abby’s mouth left her own covered in her juices, her own scent right under her nose. Her cheeks stung as she considered her options: leave it there or lick her own lips and taste herself some more? She decided to leave it, something near primal in her driving an urge to leave the claim Abby had left on her where it was while she felt two fingers slip inside her. Yeah, she thought as she sighed at the touch, she wanted to come just like that, inhaling the memory of Abby’s mouth against her cunt as she felt her fingers thrust inside her and that now rather skilled thumb on her clit.

Abby has a different plan, though. One that earned her a cross between a whimper and a growl from Ellie. She pulled her fingers out and her hand away just in time to frustrate Ellie from her imminent climax. Ellie scowled at Abby as she licked her own fingers clean, enjoying a final taste of the woman she’d miss for the next three days.

“You wanted a sex game, Ellie? Well how about this? Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. Wait for me to finish what I started.”

Abby began to walk away while Ellie was still gobsmacked, returning to her rucksack to finish preparing for the trip to another island nearby. She prepared slowly, giving Ellie a good chunk of time to consider if she wanted to safeword before Abby left (though she could always do so later on in her journal), but Ellie stayed quiet, her face slowly turning from shock to something that almost resembled glee. Eventually, she spoke up, wanting to signal her agreement without giving Abby an easy time of it.

“I knew the real reason you wanted me down here was pervy.”

Abby didn’t argue, though it was untrue. A little while later she picked up her bag and made her way to the stairs. She kept her goodbye simple, because all the important things had been said before and then said again without words as they’d played.

“I’ll see you in three days.”

#my fic #the last of us fanfic #tlou fanfic #abby/ellie #abby anderson #ellie williams #fan fic #the last of us #fanfic #tlou #cw #warnings apply #tw #long post #fic

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idumpyourgrass · 4 years

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Always Waiting - Chapter Eleven

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Always Waiting Masterlist

Summary: Dustin tells Y/n and Steve about the super-secret Russian code, Mark Lewinsky stops by Scoops Ahoy, steve??? jealous??? The code gets translated.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/n: I’m back!! I hope you are all staying healthy! Now that all my classes are online and I’m back home I will have plenty of time to write! As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Swearing, typos

Word Count: 1.6k

“Hi Robin, is, uh, is he here?” You overhear Dustin talking to Robin at the front of the shop. Steve heard it too, nearly knocking you down as he busts through the door.

“Henderson! He’s back!” Steve jumps over the counter running up to Dustin.

“I’m back!”

Robin looks back at you giving you a puzzled look while Dustin and Steve do a dorky handshake. They both start laughing once it’s done.

“What the hell did I just witness?” You ask. They both look up at you with smiles on their faces. “Alright Dusty, I’ll get you some ice cream and we can sit down and catch up, yeah?” Dustin nods and goes to sit down.

*. *. *

“Hotter than Phoebe Cates? No, no way.” Steve crosses his arms.

“Yes she is, brilliant too. And she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth,” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You look over at Steve who has a shocked looked on his face.

“Oh… Wow Dustin. That’s, yeah, that’s great,” you stutter.

“Wow man, I’m- I’m proud of you. That’s kind of romantic.”

Dustin shoves his spoon into his ice cream sundae and takes another big bite. You and Steve just watch him. “Do you really get to eat as much as this as you want?” Dustin looks up to you.

“Yeah, I mean sure. It’s not really a good idea for me though, I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”

Rolling your eyes, you stick your spoon into Dustin’s sundae, “Oh yeah? And how’s that working out for you?” You raise your eyebrows at him, grinning. Dustin giggles.

“Ignore her.” Steve tells Dustin.

“And how are you two getting along?” Dustin points his two fingers at you.

You glance over at Steve, feeling your cheeks getting red. “Um, yeah, it’s been good.” Steve nods.

Dustin raises his eyebrows and smirks. You clear your throat, “So, did you like the Party’s surprise yesterday?” Dustin puts his spoon down and slouches back in the booth.

“Yeah it was cool, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, afterwards they ditched me!”

“What?” You frown.

“My first day back, can you believe that shit?”

“Woah, seriously?” Steve pipes up.

“Yeah, but they’ll regret it, big time, when they don’t get to share my glory.”

You and Steve share a glance. “Glory, what glory?” Steve asks.

“Well I was trying to contact Suzie and I uh…” Dustin looks around then covers his mouth with his hand. “I…” Dustin mumbles something you can’t quite make out. You furrow your brows.

“What?” You lean closer.

“I….” Dustin mumbles again.

“Dustin, man, speak up we can’t hear you.”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Everyone around you goes quiet. You can feel eyes on you from everyone. You put your head in your hands.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” Steve says, looking around.

“So uh, what does that mean exactly?” You ask.

“It means we can be heroes, true American heroes.” You squint your eyes and cross your arms. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, I just need help with translation.”

* * *

You, Steve, and Dustin all stood around the back room, listening to the recording.

“So, what do you think?” Dustin asks.

“That music sounds familiar.” Steve says.

“Why are you listening to the music Steve?” The two of them start bickering back and forth. The sound of Robin’s voice gives you an idea.

“We need Robin,” You open up the window and shout at Robin.

“Hey Robin, I’ll take over up front, we need your help back here. Dustin and Steve can fill you in.” You put on your stupid sailor hat and make your way to the cash register.

* * *

“I would like to try the peppermint stick please,” Erica Sinclair points to the ice cream.

“Haven’t you already tried that one?” You ask, getting out a sample spoon.

“Yes and I would like to try it again,” you groan and scoop up her ice cream.

You hear the window open, “Hey Henderson, how’s it going up here?” Steve asks, climbing through and hopping over the counter.

“Erica was just asking for more samples,” you tell him. He scoffs, spinning his ice cream scoop and putting it in his belt.

“Erica, you are abusing our sample policy, no more samples today.” You tell her. She huffs and stomps out of the shop. Steve leans over to you, “Do you think Suzie is real?”

“You know, it’s hard to tell, it really is.” You grin up at him.

“Excuse me?” A voice speaks up. You turn around and see Mark Lewinsky.

“Oh, hi Mark!” You smile. Mark looks over to Steve. “Hi Y/n,”

“Hey Harrington,” he gives Steve a wave. Steve leans against the counter with his arms crossed, looking less then amused. “Lewinsky.”

“What kind I get for you today?” You ask.

“Uh, actually I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date? With me? Tomorrow?” He awkwardly combs his fingers through his hair.

“Yes! Absolutely,” you say a little too quickly, you feel your face heat up, “I mean, I would love to, yes.”

“Ok great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“You’re holding up the line Lewinsky, either buy something or leave,” you forgot Steve was still standing there.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n,” you wave goodbye then turn around to face Steve, giving him a good punch to the arm, “What the hell, Steve! There’s not even a line!”

“He’s a douche! Why would you want to go out with someone like him?”

“Well that’s really none of your business,” you say, hitting him one more time.

“Ow! Would you stop that?”

“Hey!” You and Steve turn your heads to see Dustin and Robin watching you, “Would you two lovebirds knock it off, we’re trying to focus,” You feel your cheeks heating up, Steve stumbles over his words and in the process knocks his hat off., “See, I told you, if you want to make them flustered, call them lovebirds,” Robin tells Dustin, they start laughing. You glare at them.

“Have you two figured out the code yet?”

“So far we have “the week is long,” Robin says, pointing to her whiteboard.

“Well that’s thrilling,” Steve says, sounding defeated. The sound of giggling causes you to turn around. You see Eleven and Max. Your jaw drops.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper to El.

“Mike is being an asshole so we’re having a girls day,” Max says.

“Without me?” You ask. They order and you hand them their ice cream.

“Y/n you should come with us!”

You turn and look at Steve, “Think you can hold down the ship, sailor?” He looks towards Max and El then looks back at you, he sighs, “Yeah, sure, go have fun,” You finger gun and him and hop over the counter. You take off your hat and throw it towards Steve.

“I’ll be back in 30!” You shout as you and the girls run out of the store. Steve laughs and shakes his head, spinning your hat around his finger.

* * *

You and the girls shopped for clothes, did a photoshoot, and then sat and talked. Max and El caught you up on the whole Mike situation.

“Guys are such assholes,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Max agreed. You looked up at the clock.

“Oh shit, I gotta go back to work,” you turn towards El, “El, Mike’s an asshole, you don’t need him!” You say giving her a hug, “Alright, I’ll see you guys later, have fun!” You yell as you run off.

* * *

You, Dustin, Steve, and Robin all stood staring at the board, reciting what was written on it, “The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”

“Huh,”

Steve locks up while you all stand around and wait for him. “I mean, it just can’t be right,” Steve stands up, “No it’s right, it’s obviously like a code or something,” Robin argues. You all start heading towards the mall exit. “It could be a spy could,” Dustin suggests, “Oh yeah! Like a super-secret spy code,” Robin agrees.

“That’s a total stretch,” Steve speaks up.

“I don’t know, is it?” You ask.

“Oh come on, you’re buying into this?” Steve looks over at you in disbelief.

“Listen, just for kicks, let’s just entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission, I mean, what are they gonna say? Fire the warhead at noon?”

“Exactly,” Dustin states.

“And my translations are correct, I know they are,” Robin confirms.

“So, I guess that confirms your suspicion. Evil Russians,” you teased. You go to look over at Steve but he’s not there.

“Hey, where’d Steve go?” You ask Robin and Dustin. You turn around and see him knelt by the automatic horse. “Steve, I think your too old to ride that” you joke, making your way over to him.

“Just give me a quarter,” he says, fumbling around in his pockets.

“Need some help getting up there Stevie?” Robin jokes, you laugh.

“Quarter!” Steve yells. You throw one to him.

“Are you… going to get on?” You ask, confused as to why he needed the quarter.

“No, I am not going to get on,” he sneered, “would you all just shut up and listen?”

The music that was playing sounded familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Holy shit, the music,” Dustin says. Then it hits you.

“It was on the recording!” You exclaim.

“Maybe they have horses like that in Russia?” Robin asks.

“The Indiana Flyer? No I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russian,” Steve looks up at you all.

“It came from here.”

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Terminator Dark Fate Analysis Mexico Edition

Welcome to the Terminator Dark Fate Analysis Mexico Edition, where I’m going to dissect, comment and give my constructive criticism at every reference, landscapes, locations and well, everything that goes Mexican in this movie of ours.

First things first: I just realized the version delivered to the mexican theaters is DIFFERENT to the rest of the world, why? Because the characters who originally speak Spanish are DUBBED AGAIN, like double dubbed. So ironically, in Mexico we couldn’t get to hear precious things like “no mames”, WE WERE DAMN ROBBED.

OK HERE WE GO:

That bridge is sending me, it really looks like a bridge from here or vial distributor like they call it in a more elegant way.

No, forget it. That kind of bridge doesn’t exist here but nice try, I appreciate that.

Here’s where something really funny starts because what they say doesn’t match with the subtitles at all hahaha

The girl says “no mames” and it’s subtitled to “Oh my God” AND it was dubbed as “No inventes” hahaha this can’t be...

And here, the guy says “yo siento lo mismo”, it’s subtitled as “I feel it too” which is accurate but when they dubbed it they went with “¿y esos ojos?” lmao

Can’t forget to mention this ICONIC scene, of course.

The moment when the cops arrive reminds me of the meme where there’s some thiefs robbing something and the cops are asleep but there’s someone naked or doing something else and a fucking troop arrives, here is one example of the meme I’m talking about:

kidnappers - cops asleep, thiefs - cops asleep,narcos - cops asleep,an old lady selling flowers - the fucking troops.

"¿Qué le pasó a tu amiga, wey?" the cop saying this hahahsha lmao like I said WE WERE FUCKING ROBBED.

The girl saying “qué pedo wey” when they’re arresting her hahah, I actually predicted at least one “que pedo” would be said in this movie and finally I can see my prediction turned out to be true #SamPatchVidente

The casa de papel guy aka the cop is going to be beaten the shit out for wanting to take Grace to the ministerio publico.

Cops getting beaten the shit out of them: oil on canvas

And here’s the first mistake: the patrols have signs saying “policia municipal” and “cdmx” (Mexico City). In real life that’s impossible as “policia municipal” (municipal police) is one thing and “cdmx” is a totally different city, patrols can’t have both things but hey, the design is spot on.

"Eso estuvo padrísimo wey" hahsha lmao this time I prefer the dubbing where they go with “eso estuvo padrísimo, güera”, cause I like when they call Grace güera.

Never in my life I imagined I’d be alive to see this piece of art: Mackenzie with “Sí señor” playing in the background. The first time I saw this I was losing my shit even more cause Mackenzie was somewhere in the same room, probably watching the scene too. This is so powerful, wow.

This is sending me hashaha, in the dubbed versión the guy shouts at her “pinche gringa ratera” (fucking gringa thief or something) and it’s translated to “Go to hell lady” come on hahahaha so I prefer that over the original version, damn it I wish I could have a hybrid version of this cause is gold.

The heroic CDMX, fuck yessss! I would have loved to see the Popocatepetl. I’d like to think the suavicrema is in the background, so maybe is Chapultepec?. So what is a suavicrema? Could be like a brand of ice cream wafer and that tall building in the background looks like one, lol. Omg, ok I’ll stop.

Next: we can see doña pelos in here cooking her food. Doña pelos or doña lupe is how we call every lady who sells food in the street, so for practical effects this lady is doña pelos.

Here’s the proof we call them like that:

It translates: “So doña pelos is taking marketing courses” cause she’s using an Adobe logo to promote her food of the day, which is “adobo de cerdo” hahaha

Let’s move on.

No, it’s not “do you want your tamal”, it’s “tortita de tamal” aka the famous guajolota, that’s what she’s asking. A guajolota is “a sandwich composed of a tamal placed inside a bolillo or telera, which is a rounder version of a bolillo.” Yes, I got it from Wikipedia, don’t judge.

Also, a lady selling garnachas (like quesadillas, etc.) AND tamales? That’s new.

She also sells mangos? Wowowowow that’s versatility.

And “le robo un manguito” “can I steal a mango?” Dani, you have to pay for that, you can go to jail for like 30 years, I’m serious, remember the meme of the cops?

Someone said she may be a prostitute and I can’t even…so you can’t dress with whatever you want? But also I’m a little suspicious and she actually may be one depending on what zone is Dani supposed to live.

A pink cab! I thought it was a Nissan Tsuru because they always are but this time it’s not. Missed opportunity, production design team.

“Let’s put Frida Kahlo to emphasize this is Mexico, what a good idea , why not?”

Multifamiliar o vecindad? we're about to find out.

Why does she have a bike hanging on the wall? Is that a thing?

The fruit on the table, the vase, and the squared table cloth, that evoked things in me.

About the music: I mean, it’s okay they put latin music but I am fucking sick to death of this Bomba Estereo song, I fucking hate it. There, I said it.

147 likes, that’s how excited the guys who think they’re Dj’s or something are when they upload things to soundcloud.

One thing I don’t understand is: if they live in Mexico City, why are they talking in english now? Did I miss something?

Never seen anyone in my life name a dog “Taco”, only “Chilaquil” but that’s another story.

Arturitooo from la casa de papel! or how I like to call him: el cñor <3 (it means señor but with a c because it sounds the same).

Interestingly, now there are two actors from la casa de papel appearing here hahaha

LMFAO that’s a flagrant fucking typo: “tomalito” hahshaha that’s an unforgivable mistake. It’s “tamalito” obviously.

Now, what’s up with the serape blanket on the wall? Hahaha we call them sarapes but come on, we’re not like that…well yeah but no… It would have been funny if the serape had a drawing of the last dinner hahaha that would have triggered childhood memories.

The cñor from la casa de papel is going to the imss for his medical check up. Imss is a horrible public health institution but that’s what we have so…

Ok, this is GOLD: the serape blanket, a picture of la Virgen de Guadalupe, the couch covered with sheets and ANOTHER serape blanket, the sewing machine hahaha they missed the calendar from the fruit store or the butch shop, damn haha

Did taco survive? I guess not :(

Also when Diego sings: Y’all, you could have saved some good money by picking up another song, I mean, it’s a beautiful song by Juan Gabriel but I heard it was very expensive and now in retrospective you could have saved something in this little simple thing.

So it’s a vecindad I guess.

And how did they hang the clothes in the middle? :v Can these people fly? That would be a Mexican super power to take advantage of the maximum possible space.

Un viejo encueradooooo, tápese cochino.

A green bussssss!!! We call them microbuses and the location gives me historical downton vibes because of all the people in the street.

Oopppp another pink cab, I love it.

I am the only person on this planet who is excited to see those microbuses in this movie, yes I am.

I FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE ROUTE OF THE MICROBUS SAYS! It says "LAGO DE GUADALUPE, E. ZAPATA" WHICH IS INCORRECT HAHAHAHA. Also, the man with the hat hahaha it’s Mexico City not Monterrey.

Lago de Guadalupe is not in Mexico City and “E. Zapata” maybe is the subway station but they’re absolutely not close to each other, well let’s move on.

The casa de papel guy aka Dani’s dad is speaking with a heavy spanish accent tbh

And... Goodbye Mr. casa de papel :(

They make it look as if everybody works there, it’s not a little town, you know?

Why the fuck is an employee riding a bike inside the factory? I don’t get it.

When diego says "chale" hahaha same.

"Un robot, que chido eh" hahaha chido and it’s subtitled as "it's cool" adjka god help me please.

El señor Sánchez represents me.I mean, there was a little bit of criticism because all the mexicans represented here are white but hey, try looking for someone who looks like a mexican in damn Europe, they did the best they could.

Aaaagain: if they are in Mexico City, why the hell are they talking in english? I’ll never understand.

Typical police guy distracted with the damn phone, yes we are in Mexico.

That policeman looks like Burt Reylonds (?)

Wish Grace would’ve arrived in that microbus hahahaha

That microbus is weird, nope I don't know her.

That microbus has the same route as the previous one but it has something else under “E. Zapata”, like “Tecnologico” or something like that, ooofff maybe it’s Tecnologico de Monterrey hahaha that college is kinda near Lago de Guadalupe so haha ok, let’s keep going.

Another distracted cop, my Mexico.

I love how Grace beats cops everywhere, this is an irrelevant scene for this analysis but I just love it so much.

Back to the factory: "Qué hace aquí tu jefe?" jasjdd "que haces aquí, jefe", the slang is on point here haha

"Olvidaste tu comida mijo" jasdjkhd

"Me quieren reemplazar por esa pinche máquina" apparently translates to a "they’re replacing me with that damn machine" jaksdj at least put a “fucking” or something.

Again that heavy spanish accent with that deep voice, hmmm

I’m going to ignore the Factory fight because there’s no Mexican stuff here.

Well, Diego and Dani keep saying “vámonos” and they don’t fucking leave haha

“GET IN” and Dani saying "ya güera ya güera" jakdhakjd I love her

Pink cab is saved from being destroyed by Grace.

Here comes the policía municipal to spoil everything.

Ok, my theory is they are in the limits of Mexico City and the metropolitan area aka the state which is also a kinda not very good looking place and omg hahaha I love that.

Here’s when Diego slips an almost inaudible “no mames”, I know I heard it.

And well, THANK YOU GOVERNOR OF MEXICO CITY BECAUSE THE PATROLS ARE NOT THE SAME COLOR AND THEY’RE NOT ACCURATE ANYMORE, THANK YOU FOR SPOILING EVERYTHING.

These are our patrols now:

Ugh.

Noooo the tacos :( this really hurt a lot.

This is where I think they enter a highway called “circuito exterior mexiquense” that effectively connects the metropolitan area of the state with Mexico City and I LOVE IT. I love everything, do I?

Also some say the Rev-9 is driving a snow plow truck, is it? The only time it has snowed in Mexico City was in 1967, a long time ago.

Everything is screaming “circuito exterior”, yes I’m getting those vibes and I’m here for it.

Another pink cab is seen. Fun fact: because of its pink and white colors, we call them “hello kittys” and before that they were like wine color and gold so we called them “iron man”.

“FASTER GO FASTER” Grace: “shut the fuck up, dummy” and giving looks that could kill.

Hahahaha those license plates are so damn old and they say “Chihuahua” and “Guanajuato” ahaha doesn’t make very much sense.

The car of my friend hahaha

The truck behaving like my friend’s car.

Here’s where as a mexican citizen who used to drive every day in that highway, I detected some continuity details in the pursuit scene:

ROAD SIGN 1: Nextlalpan/Jaltenco haha on the opposite side of the road.

ROAD SIGN 2: Querétaro/Toluca/Tultitlán on the right side they’re driving

ROAD SIGN 1 again: first mistake fellas, now the sign is in the lane where they’re driving.

ROAD SIGN 3: Ecatepec/Texcoco, how do I know? I just do.

ROAD SIGN 4: This is my fave because in this one there's my shitty town hahaha SALIDA LECHERIA-TEXCOCO AV.JOSE LOPEZ PORTILLO Y COACALCO hahaha

It really looks like the circuit, I drive there a lot of times and Grace was there, destroying everything :')

ROAD SIGN 4: My fave sign now is on the opposite side, mistake number two.

Each and every one of the times I went to the theaters to watch this movie, in this scene everyone was like "ohhhh what? omg nooo"

ROAD SIGN 4: Mistake number 3, the sign of Lecheria is shown again when the Grace truck had already passed there on the other side of the road.

ROAD SIGN 2: There's again the sign of Queretaro/ Toluca/Tultitlan when Grace's truck has already driven over there.

ROAD SIGN 5: Toluca/Lago de Guadalupe, remember? Lago de Guadalupe, just like the microbus route sign.

ROAD SIGN 5: Just because I love to see Mackenzie with those signs in the background hahaha

Anyway, the circuito exterior mexiquense is a fucking mess and of course I love it.

Dani, I wouldn't go to the police either, they’re a bunch of useless idiots and I'm sure they would blame YOU for everything and get you into jail for 40 years.

Really bitch? RECETA MEDICA AJSDKASDK he's asking her for a prescription lmao her face I can’t...

Also I always wondered how Grace understood the pharmacy guy but now I know that in the version brought up here, this guy was dubbed to spanish while in the original version he spoke english, those little differences and I’ll never understand why they did it.

Typical guy filming the mess hahaha

"Qué pasa güera" traduced to "what the hell", nice (not actually)

That looks like a little town but God knows where is it, eww

Sure, we all have an uncle who is a coyote (no, not true). We call them polleros, not coyotes but whatever.

"Ojalá ustedes no fueran tan blancas" "I wish you two weren't so white" hasjdaj Love it.

So they're going to the famous BESTIA (beast), that's the nickname of the train because it's so huge.

I'm laughing hard because in some sites they called this scene "train station scene" hahaha this is everything but a train station haha ffs

Fun fact: I see that train everyday just without migrants, I think they ride the train in other certain places. This is a pic a took of the real bestia:

LOS HEROES TECAMAC JAJAJAJAJA lmao lmao I can't fucking believe it jasjdkaja the little shitty town close to mine LOVE IT

Ciudad Valles jaskdja

Ciudad Victoria.

China??? wtf now that's just random places.

EDIT: Someone replied to his post and told me it’s a place in Nuevo León and yes it is, CHINA, Nuevo León Mx. close to Ciudad Victoria AND LAREDO. And this means I don’t know my country enough. Gracias @vickysan24

Is this supposed to be Guanajuato? when on earth they went to Guanajuato? I need to talk to Sonja Klaus asap

Mackenzie saying "hola" is one of the best things that could've ever happened to me.

ahhh the food jasjdja has a lemon in it, I don't know, could be sincronizadas? hahahsha I think it’s eggs and beans with pico de gallo.

Mastering the skill of grabbing the tortilla like a spoon, nice. She has my seal of approval.

cartel de Sinaloa... really?! I really don't know what to think about this one...come the fuck on.

So that's how they cross huh, they keep putting walls but people always will find a way.

La migra got them:(

I’m going to do a big skip here. The border patrol and the detention center are next and key in the story but I don’t really know how can I bring something new in this analysis, maybe I’ll try later.

Next: When they find Carl.

For a looong time I really thought those beers were Corona and now it turns out they weren’t, sad day but oh well there are much better beers out there, so... *nail polish emoji*

Is that... MOLE DE LA COSTEÑA???? JAJAJSJAJD Did you think I wasn’t going to see that?! That’s a great product placement.

And another picture of la Virgen de Guadalupe.

I'm far from being an expert but i'm not sure if we drink beer like that, with the lemon in the bottle.

Another beer? Yes, thank you.

Even Grace is not sure if beer is drank in that way.

But beer with lemon and salt is everything, I admit it.

Ok, fast forward, no mexican things until the very end;

"Mataste todo lo que quería cabron" jsadkhdjha what a delight! and it’s been translated to "you took everything I had, bastard" lmao yeah, right. Sounds better in spanish, obviously.

Yes people, only a mexican can throw herself to a Terminator and fight with it with her own bare hands.

And to finish this deep analysis, I want to point the great originality (sarcasm on) they had with some character names: Diego Boneta is Diego, Alicia Borrachero aka Carl’s “wife” is called Alicia and at some point the Rev-9 is called Gabriel, like hmm ok, I remember Diego Boneta’s character was rumored to be named Miguel but yeah it was just a rumor. Ohhh and the lady selling tamales her real life name is yes, you guessed it: Mona.

If you’re reading this, I want to thank you for getting this far, for taking your time and I hope this “little analysis” helped you to understand some things better about the movie that maybe you’ve missed in your viewings or to discover new things about Mexico. Did I miss something? Let me know what you think.

#terminator dark fate #Mexico #terminatordestinooculto #film analysis

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I GOT IT!!!! Finally I thought of a good prompt. So let’s go: Andrea takes Kara to their first event as a couple. Maybe an Obsidian North launch party?

It's 5am and I FINALLY ended it so if it has a typo plz tell me :p

............

Combing her blonde hair into a neat tight bun, Kara looked at herself in the mirror and decided that the blue earrings didn't match her green dress, so she left them on the bed, without putting them on. She was quite proud of herself for having controlled her nerves thus far, not letting them cloud her judgment or wake her old insecurities up. It was just a gala, just like all the previous ones she had attended before. Hell, the week before, she'd went to one of Kate's charity gala and it was amazing, enjoying some quality time with her best friend and eating those Chicken Potstickers they only made in Gotham. There was no problem in attending to another gala.

There was no problem in going to her first gala with Andrea as her date. None. Everything would be fine. And any little voice in her head that insisted in that she was going to screw up in some way and ruin Andrea's night had to be consistently ignored.

After all, Kelly had personally supervised the design of the new ObsidianTech therapeutic glasses. Both she and Andrea were very proud of the new product. Kelly had described it as a great tool to help patients with bipolarity and schizophrenia, and Andrea had confessed (off records) that she wanted the product to reach as many countries as possible. Her girlfriend wanted to develop the Coke Cola of mental health. Kara didn't want to do anything to ruin it.

With her super hearing, she heard the water in the shower stop falling and Andrea coming out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel and with her hair wet.

"Wow," said Andrea when she saw that she was already dressed. "Faster than Supergirl."

"Pff, nah," replied Kara nervously. "I just had my dress and jewelry already ready. Do you need help?"

"Thank you, amor. But no thanks," she said dropping the towel on the floor and shamelessly searching her dress in her closet. "Thank you so much for coming with me. I'll be easier to survive so many boomers with you."

"Did you really just said boomer?" Kara asked smiling, seeing her as she dressed up.

"Trust me," she replied laughing. "There is no better word to describe Gemma. I love her but she IS a boomer."

"Poor Gemma, I'm sure she qualifies at least as Gen Z."

"You'll know when you meet her," said Andrea finishing dressing up and putting on a black necklace. "Just let me tell you that she can be a little... abrasive from time to time. She's my mentor and I'm very fond of her but she's not the friendliest person either. If she makes you feel uncomfortable, just touch my elbow and I'll make up some excuse for us to leave."

"Andrea Rojas, are you nervous?" asked Kara with an incredulous smile.

"Me nervous?" Andrea snorted in disbelief. "Of course not. I know it'll turn out well. Everyone is going to love you, Kara, you're a millionaire magnet."

"I'm not a millionaire magnet," replied Kara, rolling her eyes playfully. Andrea smiled and raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure I also attract middle class people," she said walking towards her and kissing her cheek. "We'll have fun, we'll have a good night and tomorrow we will go out to have breakfast as a reward for doing everything right. Do you want to sleep at my place or yours?"

"Definitely yours," she said, bringing her lips close to hers. "I love sleeping in your bed. It's closer to the door and it smells like you."

"As you wish," replied Kara kissing her lips.

…. …

No matter how much galas Kara attended, she could never get rid of the nostalgic feeling they caused in her by reminding her of the old elegant festivals that her grandmother Nyssa organized on behalf of the House of El when she was eight years old. The floral decorations on the living room tables were of a kind that she had never seen before, surely designed specifically for Andrea, and especially similar to the artificial flowers of her planet. Kara touched one of the flowers, even after so many years marveling at its natural texture. Andrea elegantly greeted the people around her, also enjoying the party.

"They're pretty, aren't they? They're my favorite flowers," said Andrea smiling softly. "They used to grow up in my home when I was little. I picked them up and gave one to my papá every morning."

The image made Kara smile. "We didn't have many flowers when I was little, but my father also liked them."

"I hope you're enjoying the party."

"Of course, Princess. Everything looks beautiful and the food smells good. And so far- Those are potstickers?"

On the other wall of the hall, on a large table, Kara saw dishes with at least seven different kinds of potstickers. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest and her eyes filled with tears.

"They're for me?"

Andrea smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "I've no idea what you're talking about."

Kara felt the sudden urge to hug her and kiss her cheek, but she didn't want to ruin her lipstick so she just laughed and took her hand gently. "I love you."

"Good, Kara. I'll make sure the decorator gets an extra for doing a good work."

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You're coming to eat potstickers with me," she said laughing and pulling from her hand, walking towards the potstickers table."

Andrea laughed lightly. "Kara, I still have to-"

"We already said hello to almost all the people here and the presentation hasn't started yet. Besides, Gemma couldn't come at the end. C'mon Andrea! It'll be only a few minutes and you will finally try Ham Potstickers."

"Because God knows life is meaningless without Ham Potstickers," Andrea said smiling and rolling her eyes, letting Kara lead her to the table.

"Exactly!"

But before reaching the Potstickers table, Kara heard a loud noise coming from the center of the room, followed by an exclamation and a scream. The Kryptonian and the Latina turned to the left to find all the party guests running scared in all directions, urgently trying to get away from the center of the room. Kara saw her before Andrea. It was a woman dressed in a white robe, resembling a sorceress, and with a white mask that hid her face, and a huge wooden scepter in her left hand. With that scepter, she launched a white lightning bolt at the Potstickers table, smashing it to pieces.

"ObsidianTech was going to launch its new glasses tonight," said the woman behind the mask. "But they won't if all the guests are dead first!"

Kara recognized that scepter, pressing her lips and stepping forward. It was Leviathan's.

"Andrea, call the police," said Kara before heading to the right. "I'll help people out of here," she said before losing sight of her girlfriend.

With her super speed, Kara ran into some hallway away from the building and took off her glasses, letting her super suit materialize on her body. Then she flew back to the center of the party, landing hard in front of the masked sorceress.

"You really chose a bad day to ruin a party," said Supergirl.

"I was waiting for you to show up, Supergirl," said the woman. "When I defeat you in front of everyone, Obsidian will have no choice but to cancel the release of those lenses."

"So you can play the Phantom of the Opera again, I suppose."

The woman pointed her scepter at her and fired, but Kara was already expecting it and dodged her with her super speed, using it to run towards her and punch her, but the woman caught her fist with unexpected great strength, and she threw her against a nearby wall, making a hole and raising a cloud of dust and cement that flew around her.

"Pateti-"

Kara heard a loud thump and it was then when she saw her, a dark figure who had lunged toward the sorceress with a piece of chair in her hand, and had hit her on the head. 'What the hell?' thought Kara, standing up. It was a woman in a suit as black as the shadows themselves, wearing a black mask and a hood hiding her head. The villain staggered but did not lose her balance, recovering immediately and throwing a white ray at her with her scepter. But the shadow woman dematerialized and the lightning bolt passed through her and hit a wall. 'She can dematerialize', thought Kara. Suddenly the shadow woman was on the villain's left, then on her right, then the left, trying to hit her, but it was evident from the clumsiness of her movements that she was not an experienced fighter. 'She can also teleport'.

Then Kara remembered where she had seen her before. She was the same shadow woman who had faced Rama Khan before the Crisis, in the old universe.

"Wait!" Supergirl yelled before the sorceress hit the shadow girl with her scepter in the face, breaking her nose and making her fall to the floor.

Anger filled her heart and taking advantage of the distraction, Kara used her speed again to attack her, giving her a punch that made her fly off upwards, making a hole in the ceiling and landing noisily on the roof. For a moment she had to decide whether to attack her immediately or make sure the shadow girl was fine. Her instincts told her to end the fight, but her common sense told her that she had to make sure the girl was not badly hurt.

At full speed, Kara ran towards her and knelt beside her. Her nose was bleeding from under the black mask, and she seemed to have momentarily passed out, but when Supergirl shook her she regained consciousness.

"You've to get out of here," said Supergirl softly. "You can get hurt."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said angrily and stood up, looking angrily at the ceiling. "I won't let that bastard ruin everything," she said, pronouncing the R with a curious accent.

Kara knew she had no time to insist. "Can you teleport other people?"

"Yes."

Supergirl looked at the ceiling again. "She's right above us. Don't let her see us coming."

She took the stranger's hand and suddenly everything turned into shadows, shadows that were part of her, wrapping around her and taking her quickly to the ceiling. For Kara it lasted a second, but she knew from the surprise of the white sorceress that it had been instantly. At full speed Supergirl punched her on the right shoulder, forcing her to drop the scepter. As if the shadow girl was reading her mind, she teleported again, this time behind the woman and giving Supergirl a chance to kick her legs, making her fall. Kara quickly pressed her boot on her chest. "Don't get up."

"It looks like it'll have to be next time," the woman in white said, snapping her fingers and drawing the scepter to her hand. "This won't stay like this!"

Before Supergirl could hold her so she couldn't move, the stranger turned into a beam of light and disappeared. She quickly used her speed and super vision to search around her, but there was no sign of her. 'She moved at the speed of light, light powers.' A brief moment of frustration washed over her when she realized that she had escaped. 'I have to give Brainy all the details about that witch.'

Kara heard the stranger begin to sneakily walk away.

"Stop there," she said turning around, before she ran away too. "Don't go."

"I've to go. She got away. Whatever she wanted, we can't figure it out anymore."

"Until she comes back."

"Do you think she will?"

"They always come back," said Supergirl approaching the girl, examining her broken nose with her x-rays. "But I'll be waiting for her. Where do you know Leviathan from?"

"How do you know about Leviathan? What makes you think I know them?"

Kara smiled. "Let's say my powers are useful for deducing things," she said instead of explaining that reality had been rewritten and that she still had her memories of a universe that no longer existed. "Do you have a name? Or do I have to keep calling you Shadow Lady Who Shows Up At The Worst Moment?"

The girl stared at her, distrust gleaming in her totally black eyes, the curve of her mouth twisting. "Acrata."

"It's a pleasure, Acrata. I'm Supergirl. And those boomers called Leviathan are making my job even harder," she said extending her hand, offering it to the shadow woman.

After a little hesitation she shook it. "I want to get rid of them too."

"Maybe we could help each other."

"Maybe," her black eyes softened a little. "I'll think about it. But now I have to go."

"I should go too," said Supergirl thinking of Andrea. "I have a very good hearing. If you ever want to continue this conversation, just come here and say my name."

"I'll keep that in mind," Acrata agreed.

In front of Kara's eyes, the woman turned into shadows and disappeared like a ghost.

… ….

Ten minutes later, Kara, already back in her normal clothes, searched the crowd of police and paramedics for Andrea, wondering if she had done the right thing letting the shadow woman ('Acrata') go. Part of her instinct told her that she had to be more careful with strangers, but what could she do? Retain her? Arrest her for no reason? Like so many other times, she had no choice but to hope for the best and that Acrata was not really one of the bad guys.

"Andrea," said Kara when she finally found her girlfriend, being checked by a nurse and sitting in a chair. The lower part of her face was covered in dried blood, and Kara felt her own blood boil when she realized that her nose had been broken. "What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

"Someone must have pushed me, I didn't see them," she said avoiding looking at her.

Kara wrapped her arms around her and stroked her hair in pure relief. She was not there to protect her. 'Idiot', she taught angrily. Something much worse could have happened to her.

"It's alright," said Andrea quietly, returning the hug. "I'm fine."

"I should have protected you. I'm so sorry," she said feeling her eyes moisten. "I'm sorry."

"Kara, it all happened too fast," she said firmly, her tourmaline eyes staring at her. "No one got injured and Supergirl took care of that witch. And honestly, I just want to go home now. The police can take care of the rest. Let's just go home, please."

Kara nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Of course."

Andrea smiled softly. "By the way," she said putting her hand in her pocket, pulling out a white handkerchief wrapped around a bulge. Andrea opened it and Kara saw a small ham potsticker inside. "This one survived."

Kara smiled sweetly, feeling her heart relieved in her chest. "Let me help you up," she said, wrapping her arms around her hips. "I'll order more potstickers at home."

#Supergirl #Superrojas #Kara Zor-El #Kara Danvers #Andrea rojas #Acrata

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shrimpkardashian · 4 years

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I have a list of ~900 albums from 2019 that I still want to eventually listen to / review [IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT ALERT]

For this project (already 125+ releases deep), which is just impossibly daunting and makes me head hurt. IDK how to streamline this process or is any “critic” out there really listening to “all” the good music? It’s impossible I guess... BUT needless to say, these have made this list from an even larger pool of music that I either listened to briefly and immediately dismissed or (gasp!) never even came across my radar (radar = many many music blogs I follow via RSS).

Anyway, because I’ll most likely never get to this (whatever this is, an Xgau parody or something)... Here is the list (please ignore some of my notations/typos):

1 matana roberts, coin coin chapter four 2 jeffrey lewis 3 negativland 4 camedor 5 the darkness 6 jai paul [leak] 7 shikoswe 8 anatolian weapons 9 cakedog, doggystyle 10 carly rae jepsen (LP, plus single w Gryffin) 11 parsnip 12 the comet is coming 13 girl in red 14 ezra furman 15 the kvb 16 freddie gibbs & madlib 17 say sue me (single) 18 denzel curry 19 fatamorgana 20 vivian girls 21 wobbly, monitress 22 helado negro 23 anamanaguchi 24 paul demarinis 25 comet gain 26 personal best 27 king princess, LP? big little lies single 28 marble arch 29 mini dresses 30 matt christensen 31 jade bird 32 black mountain 33 body meat 34 pat, Love Will Find A Way Home 35 acid arab 36 the 83rd 37 common holly 38 wicca phase 39 mark ronson 40 spirit in the room, single 41 rebe, “pienso en ti a todas horas” [just a single?] 42 a giant dog, neon bible cover LP 43 hey collosus 44 moon king (meh/ or *) 45 vanity productions 46 velvet negroni 47 g perico 48 budokan boys 49 skryptor 50 oscar scheller 51 the muffs 52 larry gus 53 these new puritans *** 54 angel olsen 55 bleu nuit 56 meatraffle 57 josephine wiggs 58 jennifer vanilla 59 big|brave 60 rico nasty 61 friendship, dreamin' 62 mike, tears of joy 63 bellrope 64 gbv 65 machìna, archipelago 66 toy, songs of consumption 67 ayankoko 68 the intelligence 69 drahla 70 corridor, junior 71 urochromes 72 david hasselhoff 73 aMAZONDOTCOM 74 kehlani 75 ne-hi EP (final) 76 avey tare 77 bonnie "prince" billy 78 battles 79 snapped ankles 80 mannequin pussy 81 toro y moi, soul trash 82 twen 83 self discovery for social survival comp 84 bad heaven ltd 85 eric frye 86 the mattson 2 87 duncan park 88 pure bathing culture 89 arthur russell, iowa dream 90 wild pink 91 flaming lips 92 pan amsterdam 93 flaural 94 knife wife 95 hannah peel & will burns 96 klein 97 meat puppets 98 tnght 99 james ferraro 100 royal trux / ariel pink 101 new rain duets 102 black marble 103 sui zhen 104 liam the younger 105 the mountain goats, welcome to passaic 106 frank hurricane and hurricanes of love 107 sebadoh 108 xylouris white 109 lindstrøm 110 franck vigroux 111 joyero 112 dorian electra 113 ride 114 crumb, jinx 115 nonconnah 116 cup, spinning creature 117 brutus 118 bjarki 119 khotin 120 alexander tucker 121 gunna 122 operator music band 123 tony molina 124 nanami ozone 125 sad planets 126 bemydelay 127 laurie anderson et al, songs from the bardo 128 teebs 129 deerhunter, timebends 130 tr/st (2 LPs) 131 dolores catherino 132 liturgy 133 floating points 134 sasami, LP + xmas EP 135 trikorder23 136 moor mother 137 have a nice life 138 la dispute 139 lingua ignota 140 lina tullgren 141 earl sweatshirt 142 entrail 143 alexander noice 144 shock narcotic 145 rakta 146 munya 147 el drugstore 148 buck gooter 149 caribou, single - more? 150 rosenau & sanborn 151 kevin abstract 152 pile 153 e for echo 154 animal collective, new psycho actives vol. 2 + live album 155 harlem 156 sudan archives 157 lil peep, posthumous ep 158 young guv, i and ii 159 orville peck 160 75 dollar bill 161 institute 162 tove lo 163 the chocolate watchband 164 foie gras, holy hell 165 french vanilla 166 chuck cleaver 167 kollaps 168 spirits having fun 169 game 170 badgirl$ 171 medhane 172 alberich 173 show me the body 174 the night watch, an embarrassment of riches 175 inus, western spaghettification 176 pregoblin, singles? 177 ra ra riot 178 de lorians 179 kool keith 180 kaspia & stride 181 glen hansard 182 dpeee 183 berlin taxi 184 foghorn 185 ionnalee 186 american sharks 187 sitcom, dust single 188 pip blom 189 j balvin & bady 190 fenella 191 tanya tagaq 192 sean o'hagan 193 j robbins 194 peter ivers (comp) 195 neon indian, not sure if single is part of larger proj? 196 triad god 197 yeule 198 roland tings 199 schoolboy q 200 ava luna EP 201 fried eggs 202 drugdealer 203 half japanese 204 todd anderson-kunert 205 emily reo 206 christelle bofale 207 brion starr 208 jan jelinek (reissue) 209 peaer 210 devin townsend 211 vik 212 young m.a 213 default genders 214 night lovell 215 rocketship 216 kim gordon 217 ellen arkbro 218 george clanton and nick hexum [single?] 219 the minus 5 220 penguin cage 221 felicia atkinson 222 take offense 223 moon duo 224 chemical brothers 225 nef the pharaoh 226 daniel norgren 227 unkle 228 pup (?) 229 baroness 230 velvet bethany 231 resavoir 232 gruff rhys 233 lana del ray 234 empath 235 burial and the bug, flame 2 236 russian baths 237 quelle chris 238 corpse flower 239 roy montgomery [reissue] 240 clinic 241 a.g. cook, [single] 242 why? 243 beck 244 francis lung 245 thom yorke 246 warmduscher 247 uv-tv 248 aa bondy 249 max richter, ad astra ost 250 younghusband 251 stereo total 252 julie's haircut 253 aa matheson 254 eartheater 255 kelly moran 256 mana (seven steps behind) 257 c.h.e.w. 258 sarah mary chadwick 259 midsommar ost 260 beabadoobee 261 life, a picture of good health 262 dumb, club nites 263 dame dolla 264 endless boogie 265 burna boy 266 lungbutter 267 wand 268 future punx 269 yves jarvis 270 kim petras [LP, halloween EP] 271 bts world 272 pikelet 273 panda bear, single 274 samiyam 275 red river dialect 276 ryan pollie 277 ryuichi sakamot (reissue) 278 jackie mendoza 279 dark blue 280 jay som 281 stephen mallinder 282 neutrals, kebab disco 283 foodman 284 capitol, dream noise 285 new pornographers 286 mark korven, the lighthouse ost 287 gauche 288 the japanese house 289 cave (re-issue) 290 ybn cordae 291 the vacant lots 292 arwen 293 rhucle 294 lil b, @ least 2 releases? 295 tea service 296 chai 297 black pumas 298 program, show me 299 marika hackman 300 sonny and the sunsets 301 lillie mae 302 mean jeans 303 the stroppies 304 poppies 305 twin shadow 306 vanishing twin *** 307 portrayal of guilt [EP + split single] 308 lucki [2 lps] 309 absolutely free 310 girl band 311 black midi 312 torche 313 perfume (best of) 314 white denim 315 clipping 316 the hu 317 big business 318 metro crowd 319 ex-vöid, 7" 320 broken social scene 321 lil pump 322 uranium club 323 doon kanda 324 hesitation wounds 325 sorry girls 326 bibio 327 red mass 328 the shins, single 329 lil keed 330 yeasayer 331 bts / blackpink KPOP 332 galen tipton, fake meat 333 the world, reddish 334 lanark artefax, ep 335 ladytron 336 g.s., schray 337 just mustard [single, more?] 338 mdou moctar 339 rangers, spirited discussion 340 tyson meade 341 dj nate 342 kelly lee owens 343 bambara 344 kilo kish 345 lusine 346 ralph heidel / homo ludens 347 psychic graveyard 348 homeshake 349 wives, so removed 350 proto idiot 351 let’s eat grandma, ost ep 352 foals 353 caroline shaw & attacca quartet 354 juan waters 355 mount eerie with julie doiron 356 mestozi 357 patio 358 oh baby, the art of sleeping alone 359 earth 360 haybaby 361 anna meredith 362 the caretaker (6) 363 rich brian 364 sunn o))), [two LPs] 365 alessandro cortini 366 ty segall 367 injury reserve 368 elucid 369 budos band 370 tim hecker 371 waqwaq kingdom 372 william doyle *** 373 innercity ensemble 374 filthy friends 375 prurient 376 shlohmo 377 bon iver 378 sean henry 379 yeesh 380 faye webster 381 megan thee stallion 382 squid, town centre 383 simulation (hausau mountain) 384 flying lotus 385 horse jumper of love 386 rap, export 387 lansky jones 388 the gonks 389 cate lebon 390 rome fortune 391 chain cult 392 empty set 393 big thief (2 lp's) 394 laura cannell [and polly wright album ?] or is there just a laura c album too ? }} 395 froth 396 thugwidow 397 organ tapes 398 the new pornographers 399 zonal 400 bbg baby joe 401 whitney 402 guards 403 anemone 404 sheer mag 405 nots 406 fujiya & miyag 407 kool aid, family portrait ep 408 frankie cosmos 409 kaputt 410 quelle chris 411 operators 412 marco benevento 413 elvis depressedly 414 school of language, 45 415 rob burger 416 pozi 417 redd kross 418 randy randall 419 yatta 420 hide, hell is here 421 bobby krlic, midsommar ost 422 planet england 423 kev brown 424 robedoor 425 tropical fuck storm 426 haram, 9/11 ep 427 candy, super-stare single 428 sly and the family drone 429 kevin morby 430 porches, rangerover [single] 431 odae 432 pottery 433 saint pepsi 434 slowthai 435 iggy pop 436 swans 437 iLOVEMAKONNEN 438 mukqs 439 feels 440 luke temple 441 oli xl 442 orphan swords 443 post pink 444 deli girls 445 nilüfer yanya 446 idk, is he real? 447 interpol 448 priests 449 galcher lustwerk 450 smokepurpp, various? 451 kindness 452 ex hex 453 sampa the great 454 methyl ethel 455 ellis, the fuzz ep 456 jeanines s/t 457 water from your eyes 458 twin peaks 459 sam cohen 460 fontaines dc 461 spiral stairs 462 the hecks 463 nicola ratti 464 four tet, various (inc. "wingdings" alter ego side proj) 465 holy ghost 466 half stack 467 cherubs 468 juana molina, forfun EP 469 jpegmafia 470 bedouine 471 fury 472 melvins/flipper 473 the curls 474 izambard 475 heart eyes 476 drinking boys and girls choir 477 big search 478 glenn branca 479 rose elinor dougall 480 bat for lashes 481 young knives, [single, more? 482 hot chip 483 alex lahey 484 hemlock ernst & kenny segal 485 dj seinfeld 486 joni void 487 rema rema 488 spencer tweedy 489 trash kit 490 dry cleaning [2 ep's] 491 mega bog *** 492 saudade 493 monster rally 494 wilco 495 chromatics, LP + EP 496 slayyyter 497 maral 498 blarf 499 pernice brothers 500 la neve 501 marie davidson 502 tredici bacci 503 deathprod 504 lowly 505 russian circles 506 angel witch 507 fires were shot 508 amy o 509 q da fool 510 clams casino 511 automelodi 512 paradox 513 dababy (2) 514 david kilgour 515 missy elliot 516 baby smoove 517 boris 518 thanks for coming 519 yves tumor [single w/] 520 ΜΜΜΔ 521 falcon/falkland 522 noel wells 523 ecstatic vision 524 amyl & the sniffers 525 barrie 526 bianca scout 527 katie dey 528 prince rama 529 control top 530 duster, comp + new LP 531 foxes in fiction 532 slowthai x denzel curry [single] 533 the murlocs 534 plaid 535 ela orleans 536 gobby 537 cfm 538 carla del forna 539 pale spring 540 pixx 541 širom 542 lightning bolt 543 cate lebon & deerhunter 544 channel tres 545 sigrid 546 help, s/t 547 shellac, live 548 crack cloud, pain olympics (ongoing) / s/t (2018) 549 notes underground 550 fat white family *** 551 gloop 552 equiknoxx 553 nakhane 554 czarface meets ghostface 555 the rubinoos 556 shannon lay 557 tim heidecker 558 droneflower 559 john vanderslice 560 your old droog 561 bats, alter nature 562 zvi 563 justus proffit 564 lower dens 565 anna of the north 566 yg 567 holly herndon 568 good fuck 569 clark, single 570 charli xcx 571 the nativist 572 low life 573 jonsi & alex somers 574 kazu 575 günter schickert 576 odonis odonis 577 kelsey lu (+ remix EP) 578 young thug 579 thaiboy digital 580 hatchie 581 hiro kone 582 cocorosie 583 sabiwa 584 oh sees 585 rex orange county 586 311 587 erland cooper 588 jtamul 589 the brilliant tabernacle 590 free love, extreme dance anthems 591 jeff lynne's elo 592 dutch courage 593 booji boys 594 giggs 595 ceschi 596 inter arma 597 psychic sounds ensemble 598 eli kezsler EP 599 thelma 600 haiku salut 601 julia jacklin 602 otoboke beaver 603 colin self 604 mark mulcahy 605 rosalia, single "a pale" more? 606 chris lott 607 royal trux 608 weyes blood 609 mikal cronin 610 hissing tiles 611 grace ives 612 vic bang 613 nick cave 614 sugar world [single] 615 herzog 616 offset 617 mike adams at his honest weight 618 real life buildings 619 aldous harding 620 pye corner audio 621 doja cat 622 bleached 623 book of shame 624 kate davis 625 i was a king 626 pendant, through a coil 627 joseph arthur 628 great grandpa, four of arrows 629 modern nature 630 stef chura 631 spaza, s/t great 632 the alchemist 633 pond 634 aiden baker, etc 635 kirin j. Callinan 636 possible humans 637 greys 638 kizuna ai 639 little simz 640 big bend 641 membranes, what nature gives… 642 young nudy 643 car seat headrest (live) 644 seahawks 645 dumbhop's party 646 julien chang 647 pacific yew 648 pharmakon 649 lomelda 650 versing 651 olden yolk 652 mekons 653 the dream syndicate 654 the gotobeds 655 amy klein 656 bABii 657 bill callahan 658 grlwood 659 van dale 660 ziúr 661 delicate steve 662 debby friday 663 dehd 664 south city hardware 665 kesha 666 (sandy) alex g 667 computer slime 668 fka twigs 669 rob halford, celestial 670 dean hurley 671 school of language 672 nicolas godin 673 blue hawaii 674 leggy 675 ceremony 676 his name is alive 677 third eye blind 678 sadgirl 679 ariana grande 680 skepta 681 dylan moon 682 jay mitta 683 the drums 684 kero kero bonito, ep 685 charly bliss 686 lee renaldo etc 687 rina mushonga 688 ulla straus 689 cherushii & maria minerva 690 slaughter beach, dog 691 maps 692 dj shadow 693 tool LOL 694 diiv 695 pixies 696 cuco 697 black peaches 698 subhumans 699 gurr 700 cashmere cat 701 brockhampton 702 fire-toolz 703 lambchop, LP + EP 704 messthetics 705 neuland 706 westkust 707 haelos 708 sturgill simpson 709 maria usbeck 710 king gizzard (2) 711 earthgang 712 paranoid london 713 fet.nat 714 bethlehem steel 715 neil young with crazy horse 716 tengger 717 guerilla toss 718 spelling 719 lizzo 720 wiki 721 dr00p, mkULTRAHD 722 ghost orchard 723 jane weaver 724 usa/mexico 725 carl stone 726 richard dawson *** 727 rafael toral 728 test dept 729 sacred paws 730 big krit 731 mallrat 732 jenn champion 733 moE/Mette Rasmussen, tolerancia picante 734 facs 735 yung lean, single (blue cup) and ep, more? 736 pissgrave 737 moodyman 738 sing sinck, sing 739 tyler the creator 740 sleater-kinney 741 dean blunt, zushi 742 cursive 743 barker, utlity 744 gemma 745 octavian 746 pronoun 747 girl ray 748 julia shapiro 749 nodding god 750 daniel saylor 751 jakob ogawa 752 richard youngs 753 diät 754 w00dy 755 omar souleyman 756 vōx EP 757 topdown dialectic 758 penelope islea 759 gbv 760 glass beach 761 james hoff, hobo ufo 762 euglossine 763 dream ritual 764 terry allen 765 office culture 766 ghostie, devour 767 beat detectives 768 red channel 769 octo octa 770 julien baker [toyko single] 771 shackleton as "tunes of negation" 772 sons of raphael 773 lena raine 774 fitted, first fits 775 velf 776 cvn 777 black country, new road, [2 singles only?] 778 chief keef 779 andrew bird, LP and EP 780 tamaryn 781 vagabon 782 zelooperz 783 brian jonestown massacre 784 angel dust 785 pere ubu 786 vatican shadow, church... 787 spencer radcliffe 788 mr muthafuckin exquire 789 earth to mickey 790 beak> 791 byron westbrook 792 major murphy 793 nicole yun 794 the divine comedy 795 sote, parallel persiao 796 the radio dept. 797 prince daddy & the hyena 798 mudhoney 799 truth club 800 shura 801 underworld, drift 802 lil texas 803 that dog 804 gary wilson / r. stevie moore 805 divino nino 806 spiral heads 807 claire cronin 808 devendra banhart 809 c.y.m. EP 810 dude york 811 sangri 812 vegyn [2 lp's?] 813 brooke candy 814 caroline polachek 815 hurt valley 816 O.L.I.V.I.A, modo avion 817 ziúr 818 pepper mill rondo, it's christmas time 819 ben vida 820 nick hexum/george clanton 821 meara o'reilly 822 tyler holmes, devil 823 blood incantation 824 guenter schlienz 825 gavilán rayna russom 826 loraine james *** 827 lithics, Wendy Kraemer EP 828 navel, ambient 2, in space 829 the proper ornaments 830 jon hopkins & kelly lee owens, single 831 julianna barwick 832 park hye-jin 833 bea1991 834 men i trust 835 erika de casier 836 ducks unlimited 837 lyzza 838 refused 839 jim o'rourke, to magnetize ... 840 analemma, 2 singles on a comp? 841 zack fox, "the bean kicked in" 842 real life rock n roll band 843 prefab sprout 844 daniel lopatin, uncut gems ost 845 kaytranada 846 the voidz, 2 song single + video? 847 grandaddy, single (add scissors icon) 848 dark thoughts, must be nice 849 loose nukes 850 sam mallet 851 very good, adulthood 852 henge, nothing head 853 kaleidobolt 854 nebula, holy shit 855 terminal cheesecake 856 uzeda 857 wet tuna 858 sean mccann 859 black dresses, love and... (2nd LP) 860 nefew 861 taylor swift ??? 862 lala lala, the lamb 863 jenny lewis 864 33EMYBW 865 blood orange, angel's pulse 866 caterina barbieri *** 867 yusu 868 white reaper 869 rozi plain 870 bamboo, daughters of the sky 871 seragina steer 872 clear channel, hot fruit 873 patience, dizzy spells 874 mope grooves, desire 875 current affairs, object & subject 875 comfort, not passing 876 bill orcutt 877 bonnie baxter 878 carl stone 879 thurston moore 880 alameda 5 881 john zorn 882 the membranes, what nature gives... 883 meemo comma 884 ana roxannne 885 whistling arrow, s/t 886 dis fantasy 887 giant swan, s/t 888 buck young, buck ii 889 abdu ali 890 ifriqiyya électrique 891 $hit and $hine, doing drugs, selling drugs 892 ghold 893 theon cross 894 yao bobby & simon grab 895 solange *sure whatever ok 896 the comet is coming 897 the utopia strong, s/t 898 karenn, grapefruit regret 899 brìghde chaimbeul 900 nav, bad habits 901 chance, big day 902 nostalgia critic's the wall 903 uboa, the origin of my depression 904 hobo johnson 905 ana frango elétrico 906 dorian electra

#music #culture

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dahvangogh · 5 years

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Enchanted

Sitting at the bench, scarf and coat tight around her, Eleonora Sava calmly waited for her friends.

The bell had just rung, clear signal that the break started now and students could leave their classes.

She had went to a doctors appointment earlier and arrived around five minutes ago, opting to not go to class for just 5 minutes of lesson and just sit there to wait.

Eleonora saw a few students go out to the playground, chatting and eating sandwiches. Nothing new. But then she saw Giovanni Garau leaning on a tree in front of her with his arms crossed around his chest and her attention was all on him.

Eva had been talking about him this past weeks non stop. It seemed Sofia l’Argentina and Giovanni had started dating and a very curious Eva asked Gio about it, which ended with very nasty looks thrown by Sofia to Eva and whispering all the time with her friends whenever Eva was around.

Sofia was probably jealous, or cautious, about Eva approaching Giovanni.

Eleonora didn’t understand why though, after all if they were dating that meant that they felt something for each other. Just because Eva was Gio’s ex didn’t mean anything.

She had voiced her thoughts about it with the girls, but most of them didn’t agree with her. Silvia said that it was normal, that probably Sofia feared Eva would steal her boyfriend.

You can’t steal someone, people are human beings with feelings anymore and thoughts. It’s not like Giovanni is a toy and Eva is going to steal it, Silvia! she had refuted what her friend had said, but Sana was also with Silvia on this.

The brunette blinked a few times and sighed, not because Giovanni was now fully making out with her girlfriend against the tree, but because her friends were late.

As usual, nothing new.

Her attention was still on the affectionate couple, clearly very into each other, and her mind started working further than she would have wanted.

Relationships.

Love.

It looked nice to have someone to hug, talk and love. Relationships seemed hard to her, for almost all boys she had met only wanted sex and nothing else, but she had always been a romantic girl.

When Eleonora had been 13, she had idealized this popular boy at her old school. Every girl was in love with him back then, and she had also been star struck. One day he had also looked back when she was admiring him from afar, smiled and winked at her. Later that day, he had asked her on a date and she had happily accepted.

She had thought that would be the first of many dates to come, that he would be her boyfriend and her his girlfriend.

Oh, how wrong had she been!

He took her to his house, they watched the Blair Witch movie and had sex on his sofa. She didn’t even enjoy the sex, but still thought that it meant something for the both of them.

Next day at school when she tried to approached him, he was making out with some other girl.

The same happened the next days but with different girls.

It had made her feel stupid, weak and pathetic. She had cried almost all that week after that, then she came to the conclusion that he had dumped her because she was not pretty enough or good enough. All those girls were tall, skinny and pretty.

She didn’t see herself as that at all.

So she almost starved herself to death, working out every day and trying stupid diets that she found online or in books at the library. It only ended when one day she fainted in front of Filippo, who took her to the Hospital and stayed with her while she was hospitalized.

For a whole month.

Eleonora chewed her lower lip while remembering, after all those memories would always haunt her. How stupid and naive she had been back then, all for a boy who wasn’t worthy.

“Hello, beautiful.”

She almost jumped from the bench, Eleonora had been so immersed on her thoughts that she had not seen the tall boy standing besides her bench, facing her with a goofy smile.

Edoardo was smiling while looking at her. That damned smile put together with a leather jacket and those messy curls, he looked ugly to her.

Very ugly.

Not handsome, charming and irresistible at all.

She rolled her eyes and sighed as an answer, clearly not interested in him.

He gave a throaty laugh at her antics, still staring at her with shiny eyes and soft smile.

“What do you want, Eduardo?” her voice all tense, trying to keep her cool.

“A date.”

She laughed, but no humor was behind it.

“Not gonna happen.”

Edoardo nodded, his lips curling his lips in a childish way. Not cool at all.

“Eleonora, I believed we talked about this back at your friends birthday party. And…”

She huffed.

“Eduardo, it’s been what? Three months since that? I’m sure there are some other girls out there who would love that, but not me.” she looked up, for he was taller than her and her sitting position didn’t help much with this. “Give up already.”

He just stared at her, their eye battle almost leaving her breathless with its intensity. She couldn’t figure out all those emotions she saw on his face, his jaw clenched and lips pursed.

Then he surprised her by kneeling at her side, as close as possible, stare not dropping.

“I won’t give up. It’s not about my damned ego if that is what you think.” he gave a small smile. “Is it that hard to believe that i’m completely bewitched by you?”

“Body and soul? Who are you, Mr. Darcy?” she tried not to smile, as hard as possible, but a small one appeared on her red lips. “Please, try not to copy great characters. That won’t change my perception of you, Eduardo.”

He laughed softly, clearly understanding the reference.

“Enchanted.” his smile was so soft, her heart almost did a somersault right there because of it. “You have enchanted me. It’s not only how about how beautiful you are, because you are are fucking beautiful. But there is more, much more. And I just want to know you better.”

She had been left breathless.

Boys like Edoardo Incanti broke hearts wherever they went, she had already experienced that years ago and Silvia was almost obsessed with him.

This couldn’t end well.

But he was looking at her like that, with that soft smile, all full of charm and wittiness. Eyes only on her almost everyday, no matter how much she ignored him, if she looked just once back his attention was full on her.

He truly seemed interested in her.

“I—“

“Edoardo!?”

They both looked behind, the Le Matte standing behind them with curiosity all over their faces.

Silvia was smiling and her eyes shined with expectation, almost not even paying attention to Eleonora sitting there. The others were almost analyzing the whole picture, not awestruck or infatuated as Silvia was of Edoardo.

“Ele?” Eva asked worried, or curious, but Eleonora only payed attention to Silvia.

Silvia, who had been hurt and used by him. Her dear friend, who was naive and too good, but so loving and supporting of her.

Endless messages and video chats while she was studying abroad in Manchester, who almost everyday told her how much she missed her or how she had saw something that remembered of her.

Her Silvia.

Eleonora’s eyes felt moist, tears ready to start falling down her cheeks.

She felt like the worst person ever.

Perhaps Edoardo saw it in her eyes, the shame and guilt, or how tensed her body got.

But she noticed him standing, all cool and poised, facing her friends.

“Hey there, Friday night, party at my house. You are all invited.”

Federica laughed happily while Sana smiled at Silvia, who seamed on the verge of squealing out loud.

“We will come, of course we will go!” she answered quickly.

“Fuck yeah, I need a good party after studying too much.” Fede said, nodding to what she had said.

“What study are you talking about? You have flunked your two exams.” Sana tried hard to suppress her laugh.

“That’s because of the teachers, they asked things we didn’t even cover at class! How could I have known that crap?!”

Silvia laughed almost too quickly.

“We will be there, don’t mind them. See you, Edoardo!”

He might have nodded, or perhaps said something, but Eleonora didn’t pay much attention to him.

Edoardo left, heard her friends biding him goodbye, but her undivided attention wasn’t on him at all.

Only on Silvia.

She was smiling so bright.

The guilt of what she had felt while her friend was oblivious to everything and then seeing her all happy, about Edoardo personally inviting her to the his party, it was too much.

Eleonora Sava felt bad, probably the worst she had felt in a long long time. She was a shitty friend.

Federica and Silvia quickly sat besides her while Sana and Eva stood in front of them, clearly exited about the party.

“Ele, did she ask for me?” Silvia asked excited.

She snapped out of her daydream when she heard her name called.

All the girls looking at her, expectation and curiosity in the air.

“Err… he asked where my friends were and said something about the party?” she babbled quickly, smiling at Silvia and the others.

They kept chatting and making plans about Friday night, but she didn’t care at all about the stupid party.

Her feelings were a mess, she was a mess.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, worry all over Eva’s face. The red hair knew her too well.

You okay? her friend mouthed.

She nodded, giving her a sort of convincing smile. Probably Eva would ask her about it later on, but not in front of the others. She wouldn’t put her under the focus of such a delicate matter as Edoardo Incanti while the others were there.

Her phone vibrated on her coat’s left pocket, Eleonora took it out and checked it.

A message on WhatsApp.

She didn’t even have to unlock her phone, the notification displayed the message right there.

I meant it, Eleonora.

By fucking Edoardo Incanti.

And that’s it, pretty crappy but I needed some Incantava content because the fandom is clearly starving so I said fuck it, I will write it myself lmao. Hope you all liked it and sorry for any typos, wrote it too quickly!

#skam italia #skamit #incantava #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #edoardo x eleonora #my wrtiting #lmao i tried writing something sorry people

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hello friends n baes ! im el & this is my lil bean beckett !! he’s very soft n sensitive so pls approach him with caution n love. if u like this post, expect me to IM u immediately cos i’ve no chill :))))) and bc i’m super excited to get to know y’all!!! if tumblr IM isnt ur thing (bc it sure as hell isn’t mine) then y’all can hit me up on discord @ not enough scotty 🤪✌🏼#1968 also ignore any typos bc uh im not pERFECT OK >:-( thx y’all xoxo

.・゜゜・introducing: harry styles as beckett wilson, a twenty-four year old bullet journaling/art youtuber

STATS ✷ WANTED CONNECTIONS ✷ PINTEREST

B A C K S T O R Y

so my dear beckett was born n raised in birmingham, alabama where being a ~*~proper gentleman~*~ was bsc drilled into him from the moment he could walk & talk. expect a lot of “y’alls” from him but don’t mistake him for a cowboy bc he is pRIM AS HELL

he’s also sensitive as fuCK but trust me when i say that he was told to hide that kjshda imagine him at 4 and feeling a lil emo bc his favorite corner in the sandbox was taken but knowing he isn’t allowed to cry ?? ouch !

he never really felt like he clicked with his peers but that didn’t stop him from trying his best to fit in ?? tbh from about high school his motto was “fake it till ya make it”

and fake it he did !!! beck played sports, did well in school, and went to the university of alabama (rollLLllLLll tide !) just like the rest of his peers . this bitch even joined a fraternity ,,, ya it was that deep

though his passions lied in the arts, he decided to go for a degree in law; something that could bring great prestige to the wilson family, who were known to raise lawyers out the wazoo akjsdhk

his parents were proud of him and he had a good life, so he continued to lay low and follow the crowd

but somehow the desire to start a youtube channel, something super out of the ordinary for good old bham, won over his need to be seen as normal

but that didn’t mean he was abt to put it all out there oh no no !! he made the youtube account “how to art” (shut up ok he was duMB ,, and he still is tbh) in 2012 and posted videos of anything under the sun: animations, portrait time lapses, random sketches - you name it ! but all without his face or any indication of his identity

he slowly but surely realized that he had a niche following that especially appreciated his bullet journal videos and he began to specialize in those, perfecting his calligraphy and doodles as he went on

it wasn’t until he graduated in 2014 and was participating in a gap year that he changed his youtube name to “beck’s bujo corner” and became a more active and involved youtuber, including non-bujo related videos where he just talked abt being an artist n stuff (omg #facereveal KJADH)

not to be dramatic but he’s handsome and he has a slight southern twang and he’s good at what he does ,,, of course he got more attention after all of that

long story short he uhhHHhhhhHHH never applied to any law schools :///

C U R R E N T L Y

ok so beck came from money and so that plus all of the money he was making on youtube made it easy to move from la (and hide from the disappoint from his parents askdjh who made it known that they were noT OK WITH HIS CHOICES but also love him too much to cut him off)

moving to the big city meant vlogging bc he felt like he actually had exciting content (like come on: “sleepy day in birmingham!” vs. “country boy takes on the big city yeehaW !” u already know which one u would choose)

he’s now live in la for about 2.5 yrs and while he’s enjoying the hell out of himself, he sometimes finds himself at a crossroads

he’s grateful for the life he gets to live bc he gets to be himself and practice his passions everyday, but sometimes he rlly do be sad bc his life is NOTHING like he imagined it would be when he was a kid

his relationship with his parents is still iffy bc even tho he’s been on youtube for a while, he hasn’t rlly been considered an ~*~influencer~*~ until the past few yrs. he’s working on it day by day but his fans don’t know that bc (for the sake of his family’s prestigious image) he’s pushing the “perfect family” narrative

honestly he’s just the king of self sabotaging himself, so expect him to do dumb shit a lot and then beat himself up for it for ages and then ... repeat !

tbh if u made it this far ur the realest bith i know ... so thank u <3333

#vlogintro #did i proof read this ? no #am i still gunna post it ? yes #are my tags working ? no

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bleusarcellewrites · 7 years

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ah hola si, ESCRIBES HERMOSO ME ENCANTA, TE HARÍA UNA RELIGIÓN SI PUDIERA ASDHASD Ahora ¿Podrías hacer algo de Lance enseñándole español a Keith y Keith no sabe de qué carajitos le están hablando pero el sigue? O QUE A LANCE DE REPENTE SE LE OLVIDE ALGUNA PALABRA EN INGLÉS Y Y Y si eso asjasd eres una bendición para este mundo

OKAY OKAY OKAY.

Perdóname la vida, en verdad, porque ve, checa: la semana ante pasado tuve CENEVAL que fue una mamada pero tenia que estudiar en chinga, y luego esta semana pasada tuve mi presentación de tesis, la pre-final, y tenia que pues prepararme y APARTE no tenia motivación para escribir porque sentía que todo lo que escribía era bleeeh pero!!! hoy por fin dije….gueno, y lo intente.

El pedo es que se me olvido cual era el request y uh………termine haciendo algo diferente a lo que querías, masomenos? Espero que aun asi lo disfrutes!!!!

Now, basically? The entire plot is that the team was hit with something that made them all swtich back to their native language and ba da bim ba da bum!

Hope you guys like it and yeh! On to the fic whtever.

ALSO PLS EXCUSE THE GRAMMAR AND TYPOS AND BLABLABLA.

Lance hates space.

Okay, alright, ‘hate’ is a strong word. Space is not that bad once you find the laundry chambers and the switch on the food goo machine to change flavors.

But still, as in right now? Yeah, Lance heavily dislikes space.

Lance sighs as he leans back on the couch of the longue, eyes fixed on Shiro and Allura as they try to communicate even though Shiro is spilling out only japanese words and Lance is not sure if Allura is speaking actual words in Altean or if she’s just grunting out sounds.

Getting hit by a laser ray that the only thing it did to them was to put a language barrier between them is honestly the lowest dangerous thing it has happened to them, to be honest, but Lance is sure as hell still going to complain.

“Cuánto tiempo hasta que se callen?” Lance asks out loud, not bothering to keep his voice down because it’s not like anyone other than Hunk can understand him anyways.

Lance is almost jealous, because while his friend’s roots are from Hawaii, the first language he learnt was english, quickly followed by his second mother’s native one that was Polynesian. Kudos to Hunk, who can actually still communicate with the entire team, somewhat, until Pidge finds a way to reverse this.

Hunk hums besides him, eyes never leaving his tablet. “Uh, I dunno? I lost track of the time a while ago and they’re still going; if you want them to shut up you might as well throw a pillow at them.”

Lance is tempted, alright, but he also doesn’t have a death wish, so he limits himself to groan loud and obnoxiously.

Someone shouts something at him then, on his left side and Lance has been around the language war that has been going on for the last few hours to know it’s neither altean or japanese. Lance blinks, turns his head and then purses his lips when he catches Keith’s annoyed glare focused on him.

“Que dijiste?” Lance asks, mouth twitching already because the words only makes Keith to glare harder.

Keith repeats himself; words that makes no sense to Lance being short, sharp and clearly irritated.

Lance thinks he’s saying ‘shut up’, and the only clue that Lance has of this is because that’s Keith’s pout whenever he says that to Lance on a normal day.

Doesn’t mean he gotta listen to Keith though.

“Ay, perdón pero no te entiendo, corazón,” Lance says casually, throwing a teasing smile towards the angry Korean teen and ignoring the way Hunk chokes behind him, “Pero da igual, sigues estando guapo.”

“Oh my god, Lance.” Hunk laughs, hiding his face with his hands as he shakes with laughter, “Are you seriously flirt -”

Lance elbows Hunk before he can even finish his sentence. Just because they can’t understand each other’s languages, they all understand english still. There’s no way Lance is letting Keith know that he’s actually flirting with him.

“Hunk!” Lance shushes, rolling his eyes when his friend only raises both of his hands in fake innocence, knowing full well the other teen was not sorry in the least.

“Okay, Okay, I’m leaving to look for Pidge and see how is she doing.” Hunk stands up, still shaking his head in amusement before he leaves the longue, “Let me know how this ends!”

Keith’s scowls turns into a confused expression, eyes following Hunk’s back until he disappears behind the door and then looking back at Lance, arching an eyebrow. Lance pushes down the urge to coo at that because because damn it, Keith looks adorable.

Not the time to gush about your crush, Lance –

The thought makes him pause. Lance stares right back at Keith, eyebrows furrow together in deep thought and he sees the way Keith shifts under his gaze, curiosity and what could almost be concern lingering in his eyes.

“Lance?” Keith says, his heavy native accent clear on his voice and it makes Lance to snap back to reality, a smile grin starting to spread over his face.

Well, well, well, if Lance can’t flirt with his crush in english because hello? rejection, no thank you, he might as well do it while he can now.

“Si el agua fuese belleza, tú serias el océano entero,” Lance says, throwing his arms wide above him to emphasize his pick up line but it only makes Keith to tilt his head to the side in curiosity, blinking in confusion.

“Lance.” Keith huffs, lips turning into a pout that only encourages Lance to continue.

“Ojalá fueras bombero para apagar el fuego de mi deseo,” Lance continues, heart beating wild inside him but pushing himself forward because this is his only chance, his only chance to let all of this feelings go and maybe then he could move on.

It was worth a try.

It goes on for a while; Lance throwing every single pick up line he could think of and his heart skips a beat when Keith’s responses are now only small puffs of breaths that could easily pass for a laugh and a small shy smile decorating his face.

God, the things this boy makes him feel.

Shiro and Allura’s voices are quieter now, Coran now standing between them as a mediator, but Lance pays them no mind. He focuses on the way Keith relaxes against the couch, palm pressed against his cheek as he stares at Lance and nods at him to continue.

Does he likes the way Lance’s voice sounds like? Does he actually enjoys his company? What happened to annoyed Keith? What –?

Keith speaks up then, Korean words falling from his lips smoothly and naturally and he frowns when Lance stays quiet.

“Lance?” Keith asks, leaning forward and Lance swallow, throat suddenly dry.

Lance just stares down at Keith, unblinking as he drowns in their color and it’s in that moment when Lance realizes that he’s a fool and he might never actually escape from these feelings.

He’s not even sure if he wants to.

“Ojalá la mitad de las estrellas brillaran tanto como tus ojos,” Lance says quietly, eyes leaving Keith’s for a split of a second to look down at his lips before looking back up but he still hears Keith’s soft gasp, he sees the way Keith’s eyes fall down to his own lips and Lance might actually die in space.

Lance loves space all of the sudden.

“Ay, Dios, por favor, besame,” he whispers lowly and doesn’t notice the way Keith’s breath hitches, heart on his throat as he repeats his desire, “Just one kiss, please.”

He freezes, mouth snapping close when he hears his own words, back in english and he looks away from Keith, eyes meeting the rest of the team’s eyes as they stare at them with big wide eyes and Lance suddenly realizes that the room turned silent all of the sudden.

Lance blinks, eyes falling to the small device on Pidge’s hand.

“Um, I fixed it.” Pidge laughs weakly, shaking the small machine in her hands and Lance allows himself two seconds to process that she is no longer speaking italian but actual english.

Lance hates space.

“Uh….” Lance says, not daring to look back at Keith as he swallows the lump on his throat, “Is there any possible outtake that we can pretend the last few minutes never happened?”

The team whistles, slowly making their escapade as subtly as they can, whish is no subtle at all, and Lance barely has time to glare at them before someone pulls him back to the couch by the hood and two hands are cupping his cheeks.

“There’s none,” Keith says before he leans down and kisses Lance; slow, almost shyly, and the smile creeping up on Lance is almost too big that it might break the kiss but neither of them mind because there’s a first, and then a second and then a third kiss until Lance’s lying on the couch with Keith’s pressure above him and there’s no longer any kind of barriers.

Yeah, okay, so back to square one: ‘hate’ is a strong word because Lance loves space.

#bleu writes #Bleu request #klance #klance fic #lance mcclain #keith kogane #lance speaks spanish #i kept it simple enough tbh #vld lance #vld keith #I HAD TO LOOK UP FOR PICK UP LINES IN MY OWN LANGUGE WTF #HONESTLY #I SUC AT FLIRTING #soft klance

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unexpected guest

You head to Hopper's place to make both of you some breakfast, and you stumble upon quite a surprise.

Author’s Note: another fic??? so fast???? literally who am i???

Another Hopper fic!! this time featuring Dad!Hopper because he's my fave ; w;

don't be scared to let me know if there are any typos or other mistakes -- I literally wrote this all today, and only proofread it once!! and i'm always happy to take requests! <:

Finally, after a long gruelling week of work, it’s the weekend. You turn up the radio of your car, absently singing along to whatever popular song you’d turned to. The sky is a grayish colour, but there’s no rain -- typical early October weather.

Currently, you’re headed to the cabin your friend is likely at. Chief Jim Hopper was known to get away from his trailer from time to time, and since he wasn’t there right now (you’d checked) you decided to try Plan B.

The two of you often got together in the mornings to grab breakfast, or to sit together and eat something home-made and watch television. It had been a long week, and you figured that Hop might enjoy some of his favourite home-cooked breakfast food, so you decided to show up with some ingredients as a surprise.

When you got to Hopper’s cabin, however, you weren’t expecting what you got.

When you knocked on his front door, you heard what sounded like a panicked “JUST A MINUTE!” before you heard some low, intense murmuring and some slammed doors. After a few heavy, definitely-running footsteps, a disheveled Jim Hopper answers the door for you and gives you a once-over.

You allow for a slight pause before raising your eyebrow. “Um, you got company?” You ask. It wasn’t unlike Jim to have a one-night stand, but you found it strange that he was going to such lengths to cover it up. It hadn’t bothered him before if you’d shown up unannounced after one of his… nights.

“Company?” Jim asks, smoothing his hair down and raising his eyebrows. “No, no, I don’t. Um. I don’t have any company. It’s just us.”

He’s still standing in the doorway, so you step forwards and wriggle past him fast enough that it doesn’t totally register with him. You shiver as the warmth of the cabin envelops you, a stark change from the bitter cold outside. You look around, and at first glance, nothing seems out of the ordinary. Messy, yes, but definitely Hopper’s place.

You turn around to look at him. He hasn’t shut the door yet, and is letting in a lot of cold air. You sigh, smiling at his still-surprised face.

“Hop, you should really shut that door,” you say, taking off your coat and hanging it up. “And your mouth, while you’re at it.” Hop’s jaw shuts and he dutifully closes the door.

“Listen, uh,” He starts, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but uh, now really isn’t the best time --” He stops, and you’re now you’re definitely starting to think that something is up.

“Hopper, you know I don’t care about one night stands,” you tell him, and he sighs, his shoulders tense.

“It’s not that -- I told you, I don’t have company, it’s just--”

You hear a loud bang in the next room over, and your head whips to look for the source. The door to the room is closed, though, so you can’t see anything. You look back at Hopper, suspicious.

The chief of police has an innocent look on his face, as though he hadn’t just heard a loud noise. You had seen enough of his charm, however, to know that this was just a ruse.

“Jim, what was that?” You ask, more of a statement than a question. Hopper’s eyebrows raise, and he tilts his head questioningly.

“Hmm?” He asks lightly, totally uncharacteristic. “What was what?”

“That noise, Jim. What was it?” You look around again, as though you could find the source that way -- had he gotten a dog? A raccoon? Had he finally gone off the deep end?

“What noise? I didn’t hear any noise.” You’re still looking around Hopper’s cabin, trying to find anything to prove your theory.

“The noise,” you say again, not really paying much attention to the conversation at that point. There’s blankets on the couch in the living room, and some beer cans and ashtrays strewn around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Noise… noise… Oh! That noise!” Jim says. He’s obviously trying to make something up on the spot. “Yeah, the thing about that --”

You stopped listening. You’d spotted something -- you had evidence against him, now. He was still spouting nonsense, and you cut him off.

“Why are there two plates at your table?” You ask, crossing your arms. There are two partially eaten plates of waffles on the small table next to Hopper’s kitchen.

Hopper’s face goes blank. For once, you’d rendered him speechless. His hands were suspended before him, as he’d frozen while trying to explain a blatant lie to you.

“I was hungry?” He tries, smiling hopefully. You scoff, grinning. You’re about to reply when you see something out of the corner of your eye.

The door -- the one leading to the room where you’d heard the loud noise in the first place -- reveals an eye, peering at you curiously. It stands at about a child’s height. When you make eye contact, though, the owner of said eye gasps and shuts the door abruptly.

You look at your friend, who is staring aghast. “James Hopper,” you say incredulously. “Jim. Please tell me that’s not a child in your cabin which is in the woods.”

Before he has a chance to respond, you walk over to the door. You ignore Hopper’s please of ‘ son of a bitch’ and ‘ wait’ and ‘ hold on’ and you open unlocked door.

In the room, there’s a child. A girl. Her hair is a mess of unruly curls, and she’s wearing what seems to be some of Jim’s clothes, which are much too big for her. She’s standing with her back against the far wall of the room, evidently terrified.

Hopper is directly behind you, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. At himself or at the girl, you’re not sure.

“Look, I can explain --” He starts. You cut him off for the second time in the last few minutes.

“Hopper. For the love of God, shut up.” His mouth closes immediately and he sighs, resigned. “You’ve gotta answer a couple of things for me, all right? So that I’m not totally pissed at you. Or call child services.”

Hopper nods, and you take a deep breath. “All right. One: Is there a reason besides the worst case scenario that you’re holding a scared child in your cabin in the woods and haven’t told anybody?”

“Yes, of course, Jesus, do you think I’m--” he says desperately, but you hold up a hand. He shuts his mouth again and nods.

“Okay. Okay, that’s good. Two: how long has this child been here?” You cross your arms and look up at your friend expectantly. Your heart is still racing, but you know that you can trust what Jim is saying. Even if this definitely looks bad.

Okay, really bad. Really, really bad.

He pauses before speaking, looking at the scared kid in what seems to be a reassuring manner. You keep your eyes on Hopper, though, not pausing to look at the girl. “...A while. I’m not sure. Under a year, I think.”

You nod. This isn’t super reassuring to you, but you can tell he’s not spouting lies anymore and he isn’t being outwardly mean to the girl, so you press on.

“Alright. Okay. Shit.” You cringe, because you realize you’ve definitely cussed in front of this child more than once.

“Okay, last one.” You take a breath. “Hopper, please tell me that you’ve been feeding this kid more than Eggos? ”

Jim blinks. And blinks again. And then he breaks out into a smile. Without warning, he wraps his arms around you, laughing in relief. You try not to revel in the warmth he exudes too much.

“Thank God,” he breathes when he finally lets you go. He puts his hands around your upper arms, squeezing softly. “Thank you. Jeez, you scared me half to death. Yes. Yes, she’s been eating more than Eggos. Even though she doesn’t want to.” He glances at her wryly, and you turn to look at her, too.

She’s smiling uncertainly now, looking less terrified than she had before. She seemed unsure as to what she should do, though, looking between you and Hop.

“Well?” You say after a moment. Hopper looks at you, confused. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Hopper laughs again. “El, come here,” he says to the kid, beckoning her closer. She slowly moves towards him, and once she’s close enough, he places a hand on her back. She seems to relax slightly, which makes you feel better.

You kneel down to her level, and Hopper introduces you. You smile, and the child smiles back at you, her dark eyes seeming less confused now.

“Hi,” she says. You hold out your hand to her.

“This is El,” Hopper tells you. El takes your hand and shakes it, her grip surprisingly strong for what you assume to be a thirteen year old. “Short for Eleven.”

You glance up at Hopper after letting go of El’s hand. He’s less shaken now, and he seems… almost proud of the kid in front of you. You’re still sort of uneasy at the whole situation, but you trust Hop, and the kid seems to be more or less comfortable here.

“Well,” you say, standing up straight. “Now that we’ve got introductions out of the way, I believe you have some explaining to do,” you point at Hopper. “And I’ve got a breakfast to make. You can’t seriously expect El to grow up big and strong if she only eats waffles for breakfast.”

Hopper seems more than a little relieved at this, and he smiles at you. His blue eyes are shining, and you try not to get more lost in them than you should. Jim puts a hand on El’s head, ruffling her curly hair, and she smiles up at him.

You sigh. It’s gonna be another long day, you can tell.

#text #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #chief hopper x reader #jim chief hopper x reader #stranger things #reader insert #fanfic #my fic #gender neutral reader #jim hopper

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idumpyourgrass · 4 years

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Always Waiting- Chapter Nine

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

(I do not own gif!)

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Summary: Billy pops in to say hello, the kids Steve and Y/n head to the tunnels, and Y/n and Steve talk.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: Well… some of y’all bout to be real mad at me for this part, but don’t worry!! There’s plenty of time to fix it, right? Wow this chapter is wild. I hope you all enjoy it, and as always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warning: Language, fighting, I think that’s it, oh and typos

Word Count: 3.1k

You couldn’t help but feel all warm inside watching Eleven and mike reunite. It almost made you goddamn cry. When did you become such a softie?

“I never gave up on you, I called you for…”

“353 days, I heard,” Eleven finishes Mike’s sentence. Mike pulls away from her, “Why didn’t you tell me? Let me know you were ok?”

“Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper steps up to Eleven, pulling her in for a hug, “Where have you been?”

“You’ve been hiding her,” Mike says, getting closer to Hopper, “you’ve been hiding her this whole time!” His voice getting more and more frantic.

“Hey,” Hopper grabs onto Mike’s arm, “Let’s talk, alone.” Hopper takes Mike back to one of the bedrooms. Eleven gives Lucas and Dustin a hug, Eleven points to Dustin’s teeth, “you have teeth,” she says. You giggle, which brings El’s attention to you. She approaches you, “Y/n,” She says.

“It’s good to have you back El,” you say pulling her into a hug. Sure, you didn’t know her that well, but you knew how much she meant to the boys. Max goes to introduce herself to Eleven but Eleven refuses and goes to talk to Joyce.

* * *

You all gather around the table, discussing what the plan was and how the plan was going to work. Jonathan and Joyce were going to take Will to Hopper’s cabin and try to get the “virus” out of Will while Hopper and Eleven were going to go to Hawkins lab to close the gate. You, Steve, and Nancy, were in charge of the kids. Woohoo.

You, Nancy and Steve all stood outside, looking through a pile of garbage for heaters. You were digging around, not really paying much attention to Steve, until he spoke to Nancy.

“You should go with him,” Steve says, him being Jonathan.

“What? No I can’t leave Mike.” Steve hands Nancy a heater, “I may be a shitty boyfriend, but I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.”

“Steve-“

“It’s ok Nance,” oh god, this sucked. You didn’t want to see Steve be sad, it would only make you feel bad for him and at this point, you were trying to avoid feeling for him at all. You decide to leave the two of them to talk and you go stand by the kids on the porch. Steve shortly joins you all, Nancy hops into Jonathan’s car and they all drive away. Once the cars are out of sight, the kids turn and head inside. You go to follow them but are stopped by Steve. You turn to face him but avoid eye contact.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Steve asks, “Why are you acting so weird?”

You don’t know why, but at that moment you thought you were going to break down crying. Tears fill up in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Now is not a good time Harrington,” You respond coldly, you make your way inside the house leaving Steve standing outside, confused as ever. As soon as you walk in, you are greeted by the sight of Dustin trying to shove the dead demodog into the refrigerator.

“Jesus Christ Dustin, what the fuck are you doing?” You hiss. Making your way over to help him.

“This is a scientific discovery we can’t just bury it like some common mammal,” Dustin snaps back. You just roll your eyes. Mike is pacing around the living room, you can tell he’s worried about Eleven.

“Hey, Mike, she’ll be fine ok? She’s with Hopper, he won’t let anything happen to her,” you console, trying to get him to relax. He stops pacing. “You don’t know that! That lab was swarming with hundreds of demodogs,” Mike starts pacing again. Steve comes in the room, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder.

“Listen, dude, coach calls a play in the game, bottom line is you execute it,” Steve says.

“Oh my god,” you mumble.

“This isn’t some stupid basketball game and we aren’t even playing we’re on the bench,” Mike argues.

“Yeah, my point is, right, yeah, we’re on the bench so there’s nothing we can do,” Steve says. The wheels start turning in your head. “That’s not entirely true,” you raise an eyebrow, “I mean the demodogs, they have a hive mind. When they left the bus, they were called away,” You look up at the group, seeing if anyone is following, no one seemed to be. You continue, “If we get their attention, maybe we can draw them away from the lab,” Now everyone seemed to be understanding. “Clear a path to the gate!” Mike adds in. “Yeah and then we all die!” Steve yells.

“That’s one point of view,” Dustin says.

“That’s the only point of view,” Steve mumbles.

Mike starts looking at the map spread around the house, you follow him. “Here,” he says pointing to an area on the map, “ this is the hub,”

“You’ve got all the tunnels feeding here,” you say helping Mike figure this out.

“Maybe if we set this on fire,”

“Yeah, that’s a no!” Steve argues.

“The mind flayer would call away his army and they would come here,” Mike keeps going, ignoring Steve’s comments.

“We’d circle back to the exit and by the time they realize we’re gone, El would be at the gate!” You exclaim.

“Guys! No that is not happening! No, no, no,” Steve interjects.

“But-“

“No buts, I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe, and that's exactly what I plan on. We're staying here, on the bench and we're waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand?” Steve starts pointing his towel at each of you.

“Steve come on!” You plead.

“I said does everybody understand me? I need a yes,” Steve demands. Since when did you become one of the kids he babysits? Before any of you can respond, the sound of an engine revving catches everyone’s attention. Max races to the window.

“It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me,” she turns towards Lucas, “He’ll kill us,” You start making your way to the door, figuring you can get rid of him. You open the door a crack but Steve shuts it, “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, “I’m getting rid of Billy,” You respond, trying to open the door again. Steve’s hand holding it closed. “You really think I’d let you go out there after what he did to you? I’m going out there. You stay here.” He pushes you back and he goes outside. You stand on your tiptoes and peek out of the window on the door. You watch as Billy points his cigarette towards the front window. You snap your head towards the front window. All the kids were peeking over the couch and looking out the window. “Well shit,” you say. You look back out the window just in time to see Billy punch Steve to the ground and kick him. Fuck.

You try to lock the door, but the door is slammed open, hitting you in the head in the process. You let out a small yelp and immediately you press a hand against your head, trying to stop the pain.

“Well, well, well, Y/n Henderson. This is a surprise,” Billy smirks.

“What do you want Billy?” You spat. He turns and points towards Lucas.

“Leave Lucas alone,” you tell him. He cackles, running towards Lucas and slamming him into the wall.

“Stay the hell away from my sister,” Billy yells, while holding Lucas up by his jacket. “Do you understand me?”

“Billy, get off of him!”

“Leave him alone!”

“Stop it!”

“Get off of me!” Lucas knees Billy, causing him to double over. “You are so dead Sinclair,” Billy snarls.

“No, you are!” Steve runs up to Billy punching him right in the nose. This does not phase Billy at all. Billy starts laughing, causing a chill to run down your spine. “Looks like you’ve got some fire in you after all! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone’s been talking about!” Steve gives Billy another punch. Billy staggers back, hitting the kitchen counter. You watch as he clumsily reaches for a plate, “Steve watch out!” You and the kids yell. Billy takes the plate, smashing it over Steve’s head. Steve stumbles, Billy taking this opportunity to get in some punches on Steve. Steve takes the punches, still standing, Billy gets in one good one causing Steve to fall to the ground.

You clench your fists as you get ready to punch Billy. You raise your right arm, but Billy is quicker than you. He catches your fist midair. You knew you were in trouble now. Before you can think, Billy swings his right arm and punches you across the face and then takes his other fist and gets a good hard swing to the left side of your face, knocking you to the ground. Your ears ringing.

“Y/n!”

“Billy! Stop it!”

Billy kicked you in the ribs, and then gave you one more hard punch to the face. Your vision started to blur, and you could taste blood in your mouth and could feel blood trickling down from your nose. You whimper, unable to move. Through your blurred vision you see Billy fall to the ground and Max threatening him with the nailed bat.

“Y/n? Y/n can you hear me?” Dustin rushes over to you. You slowly try to sit up but groan in pain and lay back down. “No, no, no, don’t try to get up, just hold on ok? Is Steve ok?” Dustin asks. “I’m fi- Holy shit Y/n!” You hear, what you assume is Steve’s voice. Your eyes start to grow heavy.

* * *

Before you even open your eyes, the pain comes rushing back.

“Fuck!” You whisper yell.

“Y/n’s waking up!” You open your eyes, or at least try to. You try to adjust to the setting you’re in.

“Ok and you’re going to keep driving straight for half a mile,” You come to the conclusion you are in a car. You look up and see Steve, sitting next to him is Dustin and Mike. You look down and see that you are laying across all three of them, your head resting in Steve’s lap. You reach up to touch your face, to try and find out what damage had been done.

“No, no, no, don’t touch it,” Steve says, gently taking your hand and placing it back down.

“Y/n I thought you were a goner, he really got you good,” Dustin blurts out. When you realize your head is still in Steve’s lap, you quickly sit up, maybe a little too fast. You bump your head on the top of the car. “Jesus fucking Christ,” You say pressing your hand against your head, which only caused more pain. “Woah, Y/n, take it easy,” Steve says.

“I’m fine, I swear,” Your eyes grow wide when you look over to Steve. “Steve?” You ask.

“hm?”

“If you are sitting, right here, next to me, in the backseat, of a car, then who the FUCK is driving this car?!” You panic.

“Listen, I am totally against it, but they wouldn’t let me drive!”

“You got hit in the head by a plate and took like 5 punches, you are not in a good place to be driving,” Dustin says.

“But Max is?!” Steve yelled.

“She’s driven before!” Lucas pipes up.

“Yeah, in a parking lot,” Mike adds.

“Oh god, Max, please stop the car.” You say.

“A parking lot counts!” Lucas argues with Mike.

“Everyone shut up! I’m trying to concentrate!” Max yells to everyone.

“Left! Turn left!” Lucas shouts. Max harshly turns the car then slams on the breaks. Steve quickly puts his arm out in front of you to stop you from flying forward.

“Thanks,” you mumble to him.

The group gets out of the car, you take the most time to get out. Once you are out you struggle to find your footing, stumbling right into Steve. Steve places his hands on your shoulders to stabilize you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve asks, concern in his voice. He scans your eyes. “I swear, I’m fine, I pinky promise,” You hold your pinky out to him, he takes his pinky and latches it onto yours. Dustin hands you some goggles and a mask to put on. Once everyone has all their gear on, you all head down to the tunnels.

Steve led the group and you stayed in the back, stumbling along the way. To say you were in pain was an understatement. Were you going to let anyone know that? No way. Once you reach the hub, you all spread out, drenching the whole area with gasoline.

“Ok, as soon as I throw the lighter down, we need to run,” Steve says. Yikes, running? Did everyone forget you just got punched then blacked out maybe 15 minutes ago? Steve throws his lighter down and the whole place lights up.

“Go, go, go!” Steve waits for all the kids to run past.

“Y/n come on!”

“Steve you really think I can run right now? I can barely fucking stand up,” You snap. Before you even realize what’s happening, Steve picks you up and takes off running, nearly running into all the kids who have stopped. A demodog stands in the way of the tunnel. Steve carefully and slowly sets you down as you both watch Dustin step forward.

“Dustin!”

“Dustin get back!”

“No Dustin!”

Dustin shushes all of you. “Dart?” He takes another step forward. Dart opens its mouth and snarls at Dustin. You quickly reach for Steve’s hand, gripping it for dear life, your heart is racing a million miles per second. Dustin slowly reaches in his backpack and pulls out a three musketeers candy bar. He places it down in front of Dart. Dart bends over and starts eating it. Dustin motions with his hand for you all to go. You all make it back to the rope. Steve lifts Max up first, then Lucas, Mike and Dustin. Steve was about to boost you up when you both saw the demodogs started running around the corner.

“Get behind me, Y/n,” Steve tells you as he gets your nail bat ready. You stand behind him, waiting for both of you to be taken down by demodogs, but it never happened. Instead all of the demodogs run around you. Steve turns around, wrapping an arm around you to keep you from getting swept away by the dogs. Mike’s eyes went wide when he realized where they all were going.

“Eleven.”

* * *

The gate was closed, and everything was back to normal. The Snowball dance was coming up and you promised Hopper you would help Eleven get ready. Hopper dropped Eleven off at your house and you started getting her ready, putting on some purple eye shadow and fixing her hair.

“You know, Max doesn’t like Mike,” you say.

“What?” El responds.

“Well not like, she doesn’t like him, that’s not what I meant. What I meant was that she doesn’t want to date him. She just wants to be friends with him.” You say, trying to get her to stop hating on Max.

“Just friends?” Eleven asks, trying to clarify.

“Yes, just friends. I think, her and Lucas are dating,” Eleven started giggling and pretty soon you were giggling too. The sound of the doorbell ringing pulled you two out of your laughing fit. You went to go open the door only to see Steve. You haven’t seen Steve since the night the gate got closed.

“Oh Y/n! Um hi.”

“Hi Steve, let me go get Dustin,” You say, wanting to avoid all awkward interactions as best as you could. Dustin comes running to the door, all dressed and ready to go.

“Oh! Hey, would you guys mind taking El?” You ask.

“Um, yeah sure, but uh, can you come too? I think we need to talk,” Steve insists. You hesitate but agree.

Once you drop Dustin and El off at the dance, Steve pulls into the parking lot, parks his car, and shuts it off.

“What happened to us, Y/n?” Steve asks.

“Funny, I should be the one asking you that.” Steve gives you a puzzled look. “Oh come on Steve. You are the reason we aren’t friends anymore and you know it. The first time was when we got to high school and you became “King Steve,” I wasn’t cool enough for you and your stupid title, so you chose to ignore me completely, not even a smile in the hallway. And then we became friends again, you know, after you and Nancy broke up, and then Nancy and you got back together, so you stopped hanging out with me again. Oh and then you guys broke up so then you started “pretending” to care about me again.” You spat.

“Pretending? What are you talking about?” Steve asks.

“Steve this whole friendship we have, if you even want to call it that, is only a friendship when it’s convenient for you. And it sucks, it really does, because you know why Steve?” You could feel your eyes filling with tears. “Because, fuck Steve, I really like you. And every time you decide you don’t want me anymore, every god damn time, it breaks my heart and there’s nothing I can do about it, and then you decide you want to be friends again and I just let it happen because for some fucking reason I always think, this time will be different, this time he’ll stick around and you never do, Steve!” Tears were streaming down your face, uncontrollably. Steve stayed silent. “I’m tired of putting in effort and getting nothing in return. A relationship, whether it be friends or boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife, require effort from both people to make it work. Maybe we should just stop trying to build a relationship off of a broken foundation.” You take a pause, hesitating to say what you’re about to say, “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think, it would just be better for the both of us, if we just tried to stay out of each other’s lives.” You couldn’t believe what you were saying. Your lip was quivering. Steve didn’t say anything. He just started the car and drove you home. The car ride was long and silent, except for an occasional sniffle from you.

Once you get home, Steve tells you he’ll pick Dustin and Eleven up and take them home, neither one of you exchanged a goodnight or a goodbye as you got out of the car. As soon as you get to your room, you collapse on your bed letting out uncontrollable sobs.

You just lost your best friend, for good, and now you don’t think you’ll ever get him back.

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Spread You Wings - Pt 2: Not Quite as Planned

Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes (escape covered in Prologue) and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments.

Word Count: 2465

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past torture. I used google translate for the Portuguese in this chapter, so there’s likely more than a few typos...

A/N: Here it is. A very, very large THANK YOU to both @imhereforbvcky, and @writingwithadinosaur, for their general wonderfulness and amazing writing skills! I have tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on the prologue, if you would like to be tagged, or untagged, just let me know!

(Translation updated 11/12/17 thanks to @elaacreditava)

(Update: 9/6/18)

Spread Your Wings Masterlist

On the ground, you lost your biggest advantage, which meant you had to work harder to beat the numbers that HYDRA pitted against you. And you had to. Every time. If it meant a little kid avoided experimentation, you would do anything. Everything in your power. It killed you every time you failed, though it rarely happened, you couldn’t win every time, not on your own. Still, you tried.

“Call up city map,” you quietly ordered your chip, it immediately complied and a city grid map overlaid your vision in your right eye. Scanning the available exits and entrances to the city, you found three possible locations for HYDRA’s extraction team.

“Show mutant DNA sources.” You crossed your fingers. Sure, the chip was capable of doing what you requested, but you were in a densely populated city, there could be hundreds, possibly thousands of mutants within its limits.

When pins showed up on your map, you located yourself first, and then the group of HYDRA operatives. The group was no longer directly below you, but still nearby. Keeping their location in mind, you sifted through the remaining pins, working from the closest to your location, out to the city limits. 5 possibles that were similar sizes, alone, and not moving.

The first was two buildings over to your left, but when you peeked in, you found a small, older woman, fast asleep in her room; “next.”

It wasn’t until the fourth possibility that you found who you were looking for. The boy was cowering in a tiny space between the overhang of two collapsing roofs. When you stepped into his field of vision, he shrank back, silent, eyes wide.

“Não estou aqui para te machucar,”(I’m not here to hurt you) you kept your voice even and calm, and held your hands up and slightly away from your body, gad of your extensive language training.

The boy raised his head from his knees and squeaked out, “Quem é Você? O que você quer?” (Who are you? What do you want?) His voice shook, but he was trying to sound brave.

You knelt down slowly, making yourself smaller, less threatening. “Eu sou como você. Eu sei que há gente perseguindo você, eles também me perseguiram, mas eu posso ajudá-lo se você me deixar.” (I'm like you. I know there are people chasing you, they chased me too, but I can help you if you let me).

“Você é como eu?” (You're like me?) he perked up a little. You guessed he hadn’t met many other mutants, at least none with physical mutations like you both had. You nodded and smiled a little.

“Você quer que eu te mostre?” (Do you want me to show you?)

The boy nodded. You checked to make sure the group of HYDRA insurgents was out of sight, then let your wings out. They opened up behind you, blocking all but a sliver of the light that fell across the boy’s face. That sliver fell directly over one of his reptilian, slitted eyes. You didn’t flinch or look away from his gaze when you met it. Yeah, his eyes were creepy, but this was a little kid; he shouldn’t be treated with fear or contempt because of how his eyes looked. You were sure he’d had nothing but fear and contempt since his eyes mutated.

He crawled out of his hiding place, looking from your wings to your face, then back to your wings. He reached out his hand, but retracted it before looking at your face again.

“P-posso tocar nelas?” (C-can I touch them?)

“Claro,” (of course), you responded, nodding slightly.

The boy brushed your feathers softly, then a bit more firmly, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Eu pensei que estava sozinho,” (I thought I was alone) he stepped closer to you, looking up into your face, tears welling in his eyes. This was a kid, he couldn’t be more than 7 years old, and he was scared. He’d been tossed out by his family, and a bunch of HYDRA goons were chasing him; you were shocked he hadn’t been crying this whole time.

But before you could offer him any comfort, gun fire sounded below the building you were standing on. The little boy seemed to shrink in on himself, and without thinking, you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around him, closing your wings around the both of you like a shield.

“Não tenha medo,” (Don’t be afraid), you spoke softly into his ear, “Se você me deixar, eu posso te tirar daqui. Eu conheço um lugar seguro, com muitas pessoas como nós.” (If you let me, I can get you out of here. I know somewhere safe, with lots of people like us). You lightly rubbed his back, trying to soothe him.

“Você vai me deixar ajudá-lo?” (Will you let me help you?). The boy nodded just as you heard voices approach the building; voices that spoke in English, not Portuguese, and not Russian.

“I don’t know what they’re after, but knowing HYDRA, nothing good.” A woman’s voice, Eastern European accent.

“What I wanna know is, why we ran into two separate teams, and why the second team seemed so surprised to see us. They weren’t even looking around at ground level, what did they expect to see in the sky?” A man’s voice, american accent.

“No,” you thought, “they weren’t expecting you, they were watching for me…” You tucked your wings away quickly. Repeatedly concealing and bringing your wings out in quick succession could cause pain, and possible damage, but you didn’t worry about that at the moment.

“Show mutants within 1 mile of current location,” you ordered your chip, it flashed the requested data across your vision. The HYDRA team was two buildings back from you, but there was a new mutant coming at your building from the opposite side. It was a woman, you would guess she was the voice you had just heard, which meant she wasn’t alone.

“Show heat signatures within 2 building radius of current location.”

The building below you was completely empty of people; the two groups, the boy and yourself were the only heat sources. The HYDRA team was down to 5 mutants of their original 8, the opposing team consisted of 5 as well, but only one mutant, although two of the members showed some DNA modification, not quite enough to be mutants, but not entirely human anymore.

“O que está acontecendo?” (What’s happening?) the boy asked, his voice tight and quiet.

“Os bandidos estão por perto. Mas eles não vão nos pegar. Só precisamos esperar,” (The bad guys are close by. They won't get us though. We just need to wait,) you explained, hoping you sounded calm and reasonable, “qual o seu nome?”(What’s your name?).

“Tomas,” he answered, still quiet, but a little less shaky.

“Meu nome é Y/N. É um prazer te conhecer Tomas,” (My name is Y/N It's nice to meet you Tomas,) you said, smiling down at him.

That’s when the bullets started hitting the roof behind you.

Without really thinking, you picked up Tomas and began to run; jumping gaps and raised roofs as you tried to put space between yourself and shooters.

One of their number gave chase. Normally you would have been able to outrun them no problem, but with Tomas in your arms, the agent was gaining on you.

“Segure-se firme, ok?” (Hold on tight, ok?) Tomas nodded, wrapping his arms firmly around your neck as you released your wings again and took off at a steep incline.

Not steep enough though, you felt several bullets hit your right wing and you fell. You backbeat your wings, even though they screamed in pain, in an attempt to soften your fall, your knees buckled and you rolled with Tomas clutched to your chest so that he didn’t take any of the impact. Heavy, booted steps stomped towards the alley you’d fallen into, and you pressed Tomas behind you. Your heart raced and cold sweat beaded on your skin. You could still get Tomas out of here, but you’d been hoping to avoid a fight.

If it came down to it, you would give yourself up so Tomas could go free; a prospect you didn’t fancy, but your life for a child’s? You would take that without hesitation.

By the time the two HYDRA agents reached the alley, your fists were clenched and shaking. Fear, desperation, and anger were flooding your system with adrenaline. But as they started to enter the alley, both of the goons froze, and fell to the ground, their bodies convulsing. Your chip read electrical currents in both of their bodies. They’d been tased? A moment later, a red-haired woman came into view.

“I don’t know why you guys are complaining. They aren’t that hard to take out. Oh, hello…” the woman looked up from the bodies and saw you, a bleeding, winged woman, with her body set in a fighting stance.

“Who the hell are you?” you demanded.

The woman did not enter the alley, but she didn’t back away either.

“Depends on who you ask, and on what day. Who do you want me to be?”

“A woman who’ll answer my questions,” you replied, practically growling.

“How ‘bout this? I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I asked first.”

The two of you stayed in place, neither even twitching, until a man came around the corner. He was tall, and muscular, with a mop of unkempt brown hair, but all you noticed was the glint of metal where his left arm should have been.

The Winter Soldier. HYDRA.

Ignoring the pain in your wing, you stepped back, your body pressed into Tomas, and dropped your wings so that he was completely hidden from sight. He whimpered quietly, and you felt his hands grasp at the back of your shirt, balling it in his fists.

“Nat, what’s taking so long? Steve’s gonna-” he cut off as he caught sight of you, getting the same image “Nat” had; winged woman, bleeding, ready to fight. But now, you had a snarl on your face too.

“Well I think it’s safe to say she recognizes you, Barnes. She wasn’t snarling at me.” Nat stepped in front of the soldier and addressed you again. “He’s not HYDRA anymore.”

“Bullshit,” you spat, still staring at him over her shoulder, “HYDRA fucking created him.”

“Like they created you.”

You took an involuntary step back at the soldier’s comment, nearly knocking Tomas over before he stepped back as well, “You know me?”

“No. I heard about you though,” the soldier clarified.

“They didn’t create me.”

“They fucked with you though?” Nat asked, her voice softened marginally. You didn’t confirm, but you looked away.

“Look, we cleared out the assault team, you can-”

“They weren’t an assault team,” you said, looking at the soldier, “they were retrieval.”

“After you?”

“Who are you people?” You weren’t going any farther if you didn’t get some answers.

“My name is Natalia Alianova Romanova, but I’ve been called many things. Most frequently: Natasha Romanoff or Black Widow.”

Your shoulders dropped and you felt air rush into your lungs as the majority of your panic subsided.

“Natasha? We’ve met. Well, we’ve talked before. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Recognition lit her face a moment before it fell again. “Who were you protecting?”

Now knowing that it was Natasha Romanoff you were dealing with, you could be more open. Natasha was one of the extremely few people at SHIELD who you trusted with your charges.

“I am protecting a little boy,” you corrected, “and I’ll let you see him if I know he’ll be safe with you.” You looked back and forth between Natasha and the soldier.

Natasha nodded before putting a hand to her ear and speaking into an earpiece, “Stark, you and Cap better get over here.”

You considered tapping the communications feed; it would have been easy, but also rude. And you needed these guys to like you at least a little, so you decided not to piss them off.

Moments later, Iron Man and Captain America were in the alley as well as another man, and a woman you recognized as Wanda Maximoff. The two of you had crossed paths once or twice while you’d been under HYDRA’s thumb. Looked like the Avengers were collecting HYDRA refugees.

“So who’s the angel then?” Iron Man snarked as the mask retracted from his face. You rolled your eyes, hiding a flinch at the use of that name, as Natasha explained how she knew you.

“Another HYDRA lab rat huh?” he cocked an eyebrow and smirked at you. You were pretty sure he meant that to be lighthearted, but he fell short, really short.

“Not a willing one,” you replied with a glare, “I’m just here tryin’ to keep them from doing that sick shit to other kids. Natasha has helped me rehome some of my charges in the past, but I didn’t know that you all had been taking in, what did you call us? ‘HYDRA lab rats’?” Iron Man winced a little and so did the captain. Wanda and the soldier both looked at their shoes, you wondered if they had been taking that sort of crap for long. You were surprised he was alive if he’d been taunting them.

“Look, I just need to know this kid will be safe.” You were losing energy fast, between the adrenaline crash and the blood loss; you felt dizzy and drained.

So of course, that’s when one last HYDRA goon showed up. He didn’t make it far. He only scored one hit to Iron Man’s suit before Wanda took his ass out, but that one hit was a good one.

The Iron Man suit started malfunctioning, and Stark couldn’t get it to stop, or power down. He was panicking. Then the thrusters started. The suit spun, and you caught sight of a large electrical board now stuck to the outside of the suit; that must have been what the HYDRA asshole had shot him with.

“Scan for override,” you ordered, crouching down and wrapping your wings more securely around Tomas. The chip located an entry point and you gave it the necessary code to clear the HYDRA glitch. A second later, the suit landed and the board dropped from the back of it. Iron Man stepped from the suit shaken, but unharmed. His eyes shot to you.

“How in the hell?”

“Chip in my head,” you gestured to your temple before sitting down, still in front of Tomas. That’s all the explanation he got before your body seized and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

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