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zackcollins · 2 years
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Answer some questions; get assigned a baseball player I simp for
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daydreamerwonderkid · 4 months
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If you don't like being compared to Tim, why do you keep posting about him?
Self-loathing.
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jovalencia · 2 years
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dani and I literally platonic soulmates
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spencer-is-boring · 27 days
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The robins being siblings
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Dick: Don’t stay up all night, Tim. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.
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Tim: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?
Damian: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.
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Dick: You know you can die from that, right?
Jason: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.
Tim: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.
Damian: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*
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Tim: Why is Jason crying on the floor?
Damian: They took one of those 'which super hero are you?' quizzes.
Tim: And?
Damian: He got Nightwing.
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Tim: What do we think of Jason?
*pause*
Damian: He is an adequate opponent.
Dick: I think he's gay.
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henderdads · 3 months
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“Steve.” Robin pokes his arm to get his attention, frowning when he doesn’t look up from his book.
She tried again, “Hey, Steve.”
Nothing.
“Steve. Steeeevvveeee. Dingus! Steven!”
Finally, Steve puts the book down, wincing as his voice sounds more annoyed than what he’d hoped for. “What?!”
Robin immediately throws her hands up to surrender.
“Sorry.”
“I need help picking out flowers for Nancy.”
Steve shrugs, “Easy. Just get her roses.”
Eddie shifts on the other side of Steve and barks out a laugh. “Nancy hates roses. I thought you’d know what her favorite flower was?”
“No she doesn’t!” Steve whines.
Mike rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting next to Will on the floor. “Eddie’s right. She likes peonies and thinks roses are overrated.”
“You really never found out what her favorite flower was? Wait… do you know my favorite flower?” Eddie asks.
Steve leaves no hesitation and answers immediately, “If you had to pick one it would be a sunflower, but mostly you just like the small wildflowers that you would go pick with your mom and Wayne when you lived in Tennessee.”
Robin turns to look at Steve with wide eyes before glancing in Mike’s direction, seeing he’s just as confused as she is.
“What’s Nancy’s favorite color?”
Steve shrugs, “red.”
Mike rolls his eyes, “It’s purple. What’s Eddie’s favorite color?”
“Easy, he likes yellow even though he pretends his favorite color is black.”
Will decides to chime in then, “What’s Nancy’s favorite ice cream flavor?”
Steve looks between Robin and Mike before turning to Eddie who is looking at him curiously.
“Why are you quizzing me on this now? If I remember right she likes chocolate.”
“Dingus, her favorite ice cream is strawberry. What’s Eddie’s?”
Steve groans before looking at Eddie who is eager to hear his answer. “Vanilla. But he likes the caramel syrup on top.”
Will giggles as he turns to Mike. “Remind me how long Steve and Nancy dated?”
“It was like two years almost!”
Will turns to face Steve as he continues to giggle. “So you dated her for two years and don’t know anything about her, but you and Eddie have only been seeing each other for a month and you know everything about him.”
“I know things about Nancy!” Steve says, trying to defend himself.
“Like what?” Robin asks, joining Will and Mike in their giggling.
“I know she wants to be an author or something…”
“Journalist.” Eddie corrects.
“She can shoot a gun.”
“Good thing you remember that, considering she almost shot you and played a massive part in killing Vecna,” Mike snarks.
“Okay, now tell us what Eddie likes to do.”
“He works at Thatchers, loves music, specifically metal. His favorite bands are Dio and Judas Priest. He’s an incredible DM for Dungeons and Dragons, he pretends like you all annoy him but he has a huge soft spot, especially for Erica and Dustin, in his free time he likes to spend time with Wayne, loves all kinds of animals, whether it’s a dog, snake, or rat… What’s the point of all of this?”
Eddie can’t help but smile as his face turns red, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his blush.
“The point is Steve, did you ever really actually love Nancy?” Robin asks softly.
“I… I thought I did?”
“The other girls you dated, did you ever get to know them?”
Steve takes a moment, trying to think about what he knows about the girls he’s been with. Most dates were either eating or watching something in silence which eventually turned into making out and sex… Eddie really is the first person he’s dated that he’s actually cared to get to know.
“Holy shit.”
Mike snorts in response as Steve rubs his face.
Steve turns to Eddie, “Can we talk in private?”
“Uh, sure.”
Steve stands and offers his hand to help Eddie off the couch, leading him out onto the deck.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Steve doesn’t waste a moment.
“I love you. I know it’s still really early, but I’m in love with you. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it until now, but you’re the only person I’ve ever been with that I’ve actually truly cared about. I want to know everything about you. I love spending time with you. I just… I love you.”
Eddie starts laughing.
“What? What’s so funny? I’m telling you how I feel and trying to communicate with you…”
Eddie shakes his head as his smile grows bigger, wrapping his arms around Steve.
“Stevie, it’s okay. I love you too.”
“Y-you do?” Steve asks, pulling away.
Eddie bites back a smile as he tries to stop his giggling. “You’re adorable. You always make time for me. I know how much you care and I care about you too, maybe even more. I want to know everything about you too. Also, I think it’s hilarious that you don’t know anything about your ex girlfriend.”
“Hey!” Steve protests.
Eddie shakes his head again before pulling him in for another hug.
“Just don’t tell her that though.” Eddie whispers.
Steve shoves his face into Eddie’s chest, trying to get rid of his embarrassment.
Maybe he didn’t get to know Nancy all that well, but he sure as hell isn’t going to mess up what he has with Eddie.
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iamumbra195 · 6 months
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Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored
Some of these are modern au though
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
*Sanji's not there*
Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:
Zoro: And you thought I could help?
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Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?
Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised
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Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.
Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?
Law: I wouldn't go that far.
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Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Luffy: edible
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Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.
Usopp: Here.
Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.
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Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?
Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.
Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.
Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*
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Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?
Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes
Robin: And...?
Nami: He got Buggy
*Zoro cackling in the background
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Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.
Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!
Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!
Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.
Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.
Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?
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Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.
Robin: Are we stealing them?
Brook: New or used?
Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.
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Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Sanji: Shit.
Usopp: Wait, three?
Smoker: Yeah?
Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!
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Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.
Ashura: Is it me?
Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.
Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?
Kin'emon: It’s not you either.
Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?
Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:
Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?
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Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?
Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?
Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.
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Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME
Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
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Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.
Zoro: Hey.
Sanji: Hi.
Robin: Hello.
Chopper: Hey!
Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!
Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.
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Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?
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Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?
Nami: I only take cash or credit.
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Koala: Why are you on the floor?
Sabo: I'm depressed.
Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.
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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
*everyone looks ay Karasu
Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?
Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Karasu: *sighs*
Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped
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Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Vivi: Yes!
Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!
Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.
Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!
Zoro: ... would you like a knife?
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Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?
Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?
Dragon:
Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.
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Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped
Ace: Where are you?
Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.
Ace: I’ll call Gramps.
Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?
Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.
Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-
Garp, who shaved his head:
Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*
Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!
Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!
...
*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*
Sabo: So who should we call?
Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail
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Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.
Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?
Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp
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Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Luffy: The cow???
Zoro: What?
Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?
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Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?
Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt
Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.
Zoro: Good thinking.
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Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.
Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.
Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.
Kin'emon:
Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't
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Marco: What time is it?
Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out
Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am
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Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.
Law: You people already know too much about me.
Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.
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Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.
Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.
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Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.
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Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.
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Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.
Bepo: Captain, no.
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Law: Nothing in life is free.
Chopper: Love is free!
Luffy: Adventure is free!
Robin: Knowledge is free.
Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
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Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.
Franky: Grass? Yes!
Usopp: Moss? Yes!!
Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!
Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!
Franky: Worms? Sometimes!
Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.
Franky: Twigs? Usually!
Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!
Chopper: How did you… test this?
Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.
Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.
Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?
Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once
Everyone: ...
Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask
(Someone pls draw this one XD)
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Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?
Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?
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o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
That's it, this took forever to write lol
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r-is-typing · 2 years
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mr. clingy | s.h
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summary: in which steve crashes girls night
requested?: yes! requested by anon!
request: Can you write a Steve harrington imagine where his girlfriend is having a girls night with Robin, Max and El but Steve crashes girls night cause he misses her?
pairing: steve harrington x reader
category: tooth-rotting fluff
content warnings: mentions of sex
word count: 1k
authors note: hi, anon! thank you so much for the request, i absolutely loved this idea <33 and the idea of clingy!steve has my heart in pieces ahh
hope you enjoy!
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Steve Harrington was a clingy boyfriend.
He was so clingy (or what he called ‘super in love’) that he and Y/N had sleepovers almost every day. Y/N’s parents had known Steve as long as Y/N had, since the two were in diapers. So, sleepovers at Steve’s didn’t phase them.
Steve preferred having sleepovers at his house rather than hers because they could be alone, just the two of them, pretending like they lived in their own house, with no one to bother them.
Because of this clinginess, it wasn’t very often that Y/N hung out with the girls. El, Max, and Robin begged her for weeks to just ask Steve if she could go, basically telling her that she didn’t have to, she could just go.
Of course this was true, but Steve and her had an understanding. She knew Steve would be sad if she just up and left, so she waited until he got home — Steve’s house — to ask him.
“Stevie, baby?”
Steve looked up from the book he was pretending to read. “What’s up, sweet girl?” He smiled widely, pulling her onto his lap. Y/N trailed her fingers down his chest, a soft smile playing across her features.
“Do y’think you could drop me off at Hopper’s? The girls want to have a sleepover, but you know none of us drive.”
Steve lets out a whine, kissing the underside of her jaw. “Do you have to?” This makes Y/N giggle. She hated to admit it, especially to the girls, but she loved when Steve got like this.
She just loved the feeling of being wanted and loved, especially by Steve.
“Please, Stevie?”
Y/N pouts, jutting out her bottom lip, knowing Steve wouldn’t be able to resist her then. “I’ll make it up to you…” She pressed a kiss to his ear, whispering making Steve grip her waist tighter.
“Alright, fine, go get ready.”
He pats her butt and she squeals, running upstairs to the bedroom and packing a bag.
Twenty minutes later, they arrive at Hopper's cabin, the girls running out to greet her. “You finally let her out of the house, Harrington?” Robin smirks and Y/N pushes her shoulder.
The three go inside after saying goodbye to Steve.
The four spent the next three hours taking tween magazine quizzes, doing facemasks, sharing secrets, and laughing.
“So, tell us. Is he good?”
Y/N looks up from the cheesy magazine she’s reading in confusion. “I’m sorry?” Robin rolls her eyes, not getting how Y/N didn’t understand. Max continues, “Steve! Is he good in bed?”
Y/N chokes on the water she was drinking.
“I’m not talking about it. You’re both too young, and even if you weren’t, that’s still none of your business. Mine and Steve’s sex life have nothing to do with any of you, only Steve and I.”
The two youngest girls giggle loudly, Robin covering her ears. “But, I’ll say this. As far as anyone is concerned, he’s at the top of my list.”
A knock on the door startled them. “Oh, it’s probably the pizza!” El smiled widely, and Max gets up, leaving the room to go and answer the door. The room becomes silent as they wait for the delectable food they had been dreaming of all day.
“Y/N wins.” Max says, swinging the door open as she walks in, a smiling Steve Harrington behind her. “Baby!” His smile got surprisingly wider as his eyes landed on his girlfriend who looked back at him in confusion.
“What are you doing here?”
Y/N giggled as Steve buried his head into her neck, scattering kisses across the smooth skin. “Missed you, love.” She rolls her eyes.
“Well, ladies. If Stevie wants to join our little party, I think we should let him.”
Robin shares a smirk that the other three reciprocate. Steve peeks his head up. “What does that mean?” El holds up a face mask and nail polish as she giggles.
“Oh no. No chance in hell, you three. Baby, c’mon. You won’t let them do that to me, will you?”
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, m’love. Rules are rules.” She pulled Steve to the floor, beginning to apply the face mask across his face, smoothing it around his eyes and his nose.
“You look…. pretty, Harrington.”
Max giggles, hiding behind Eleven as Steve glares at her. “You really do, baby.” Y/N smiles, patting his chest with her newly manicured hand.
“So, Max, El, how are your relationships going?”
Y/N smiles softly, leaning against Steve. The girls all go back into their, what Steve called ‘gossip mode’. Steve trailed his fingers up and down her arm, a soothing feeling coursing through Y/N as she sat there, listening to what the girls were telling her.
“Wait, hold on a minute.”
The girls looked at Steve. “What did you mean when you said ‘Y/N wins’, Mayfield?” Y/N’s eyes widened and they all began to giggle.
“What’s so funny? I don’t understand!”
Y/N looked up at Steve and shrugged. “Oh, just tell him, Y/N. We all bet how long it would be until you showed up here, Mr. Clingy.”
“I bet two hours.” Max shrugged.
“I bet four.” El looked at the couple, smiling.
“I bet half an hour.” Robin smirked.
Steve looked down at the girl in his arms. “And you, pretty girl?” Y/N smiled sheepishly. “I bet three and a half. Sorry, baby.” Well, good thing Y/N knew her boyfriend so well that she was able to time it perfectly and win the bet.
“To think you had more faith in me!”
Steve hides his head into her neck once more. “It’s not my fault, baby. I’m sorry.” The girls, minus Robin who rolled her eyes, smiled.
“Yeah, Harrington. It’s not your girlfriends fault that you’re Mr. Clingy.”
Y/N kisses his lips softly, tracing the details of his face with her fingers. “My clingy boy.” Steve looked lovingly at her. “Oh, how I love you so, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, gross.” Robin groans, but shares a smile with Max and El as they watch one of, if not, the cutest couple in Hawkins share an intimate moment together.
Maybe it was a good thing that Steve was so clingy after all.
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franollie · 6 months
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kon and cassie hanging out together and doing those teen magazine “which member of young justice should you date” quizzes but kon’s taking it so seriously and is confused why he got robin while cassie is trying so hard to get superboy but keeps accidentally getting arrowette
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oh-stars · 1 month
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Recognition
Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask.
a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1257 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G
“What time will you be home?” Eddie asks, perched on the couch like a bird, elbows on his  knees and sitting on his heels, toes straining under his weight. He feels like a little gremlin, body needing a way to expel all the energy his boring day off built up while Steve’s been at work. 
Steve sighs and adjusts his tie in the mirror by the door. “If all goes well, eight?” 
Eddie groans and falls back, limbs flailing. “If they expect you to go to school after hours, they should at least pay you,” he says, face squished into the fabric. It’s miserable being on different schedules. He’s been working at the plant until the construction is done on his shop, which means weird hours and being completely off rhythm with Steve. He barely sees the man! 
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Steve huffs as he smooths down his shirt, walking towards him. He carefully bends over to kiss Eddie’s pouting lips, laughing at him. God, Eddie’s so glad this man is his. He’s too precious to let go. “I’d stay if I could,” Steve says softly. “You know I hate going to these things.” 
Eddie sighs, giving him a small smile as he touches up the few strands of Steve’s hair that were betrayed by his hairspray. “I know,” he says. “I could always come with you.” 
Steve shakes his head, cheeks pink. “Thank you, but you, uh, really don’t want to go to a boring PTA meeting. All they’re going to do is fight over which classroom should get the crayons.” 
“I’d go for you, Steve,” Eddie says. He sighs again and pushes Steve away. “Go so you can get back.” 
“I love you,” Steve says, stealing another kiss before he finally stands up. 
“Love you too,” Eddie says, smashing his face back into the couch. “I’ll be here, rotting away until you return, my sweet knight.” 
Steve shakes his head and grabs his wallet and keys off the coffee table. Then he’s gone, with the rumble of the Beemer and the faint sounds of David Bowie announcing his departure. 
Eddie lasts a whole three minutes before he’s shooting up off the couch and pacing around the living room as he thinks of something he could do to occupy his time. He’s done about as much housework as he could manage for the day, he doesn’t think he could practice anymore today or write at all with how depleted his creative juices feel, and he knows nothing good comes on TV on Tuesdays in early January. 
That’s how he ends up piddling about Steve’s desk. Steve keeps all his papers that need to be graded meticulously organized, with the ones that are fair game for anyone to grade (aka the ones with scoresheets) in the blue folder. On days where Eddie’s brain was too much, when he couldn’t even look at his guitar without feeling pain or pick up his pencil to be creative in any fashion, he needed something to do to get the excess brain energy out. Robin’s much the same way, so Steve started setting aside his pop quizzes and multiple choice tests in the blue folder for either of them to grade if they needed. Otherwise, he’d get to it eventually. It’s mindless enough to calm their brains, they feel good helping Steve, and it helps give Steve more time to focus on the essays and presentations that need more time to be graded. It’s a win win all the way around. 
The blue folder isn’t as full as normal, but there are a few worksheets Eddie can take care of for Steve. He reaches for the sticker book and the purple pen (Steve’s signature grading color) in the mug Wayne gave him that’s an apple with a little worm for a handle that he uses as a pencil cup. That’s when he sees the PTA flyer. It’s jam-packed with information and minutes from the last meeting, but in big, bold letters at the bottom of the flyer, Eddie reads:
Join us to honor this year’s Teacher of the Year, Mr. Steve Harrington, eighth grade English. 
Eddie puts down the blue folder, the pen, and the flyer. He’s still for exactly one minute before his body goes into flight or fight mode. Within ten minutes, he’s dressed in his nice date clothes and his hair is tamed back into a tight bun, threatening to snap the band. 
Time crunch or not, he drives like a bat out of hell. He has plenty of time to get to the school, they live close enough, but he needs to make a few stops first. All in all, he gets there right as the principal is starting the meeting. 
He tucks himself in a corner in the back, watching the whole thing patiently. The problem is, he can’t really see Steve. Eddie cranes his neck and bounces on his toes, trying to find a way to make it to one of the seats in the center of the auditorium, closer to the stage. 
His opening comes after the chorus does a performance, when the parents at the front scurry their students away before the meeting can continue. First off, rude, but it works in Eddie’s favor. Steve’s award is next and Eddie isn’t missing this. 
Eddie slips into the front row as the principal starts shifting gears, whispering to the vice principal as the crowd settles. 
She announces Steve to a polite applause, but that’s just not good enough for his Steve. 
His palms ache with how hard he’s clapping, just shy of letting out a loud ‘whoop’ – and he’d do it if it wasn’t for the pretty way Steve’s face and ears are pinkening up. Their eyes meet as Eddie beams. 
“Hi,” he mouths, trying so hard to not vibrate out of the seat. 
Steve’s smile softens as he gives a wave of appreciation to the crowd, eyes darting back to Eddie. As the principal sings Steve’s praise and when she hands over the microphone for Steve to say a few words, Steve’s eyes never leave Eddie’s. It isn’t until a few of his students get up to speak that Steve finally looks toward the speaker, his shy smile turning into one of pride. Eddie knows he could care less about the words themselves (it’ll be later tonight that Steve will have a crisis and finally let the kind words sink in, where he’ll cower into Eddie’s body and panic over how much these kids trust him), but rather seeing how brave his kids are for speaking to a crowd this big and doing it so well. 
The award is the last part of the meeting, so after another round of applause, everyone is dismissed. Eddie jumps up to meet Steve at the bottom of the stage. 
“You didn’t have to come,” Steve says as he jumps down. 
“I wanted to,” Eddie says. “I’m proud of you,” he adds as he bumps their shoulders together. 
“I’m just doing my job–”
“Stop,” Eddie says kindly, “you deserve this.” He grabs Steve’s hand and gently tugs him toward the exit. “C’mon, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate.”
“What about my car?” 
“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.”
Steve’s blush is even stronger up close, but he doesn’t fight Eddie. And it’s an absolute privilege to watch as Steve gets all shy again when Eddie presents him with flowers once they’re at the van, stammering his thanks as Eddie kisses his cheek swiftly. 
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WORD COUNT: 2,296 (just warning u <3 enjoy loves)
Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. It's not like his parents ever remembered to leave a message. It's not like Nancy remembered (although, a couple months later she called him bullshit, and well, that takes the cake). He never bothered to tell the kids, and he didn't blame Robin for not remembering when the day they told eachother they were still coming off of those Russian drugs. He remembered hers though. He remembered that her birthday was March 10th. He threw her a surprise party, invited her band nerds, invited Eddie, fresh out of the hospital, invited Dustin and Erica, their whole trauma bonded troop.
And somehow in the mix, a month later when it was his turn, nobody remembered his.
That was, at least, what he believed. But one person remembered.
A week prior, Dustin had got his grubby little hands on the information of Steve's birthday. He needed to know and wasn't willing to ask Steve, not willing to expose that he didn't know the older man's birthday. So he asked around.
After going down the list, through most of the other kids, through Robin, and even Eddie, he ended up slinked over at the Byers-Hopper residence, quizzing El on how far her powers go, if she could maybe find a way to figure out his birthday. El explained that she probably can't do that, but she was willing to try for Dustin's sake. She rushed into the living room, Dustin in tow, finding the nearest radio and trying to rush out with it before getting stopped by Hopper and Joyce, who were on the couch watching the TV, which those two gremlins so unceremoniously cut in front of it twice already.
"Woah woah woah! Slow down there, what's going on?" Hop asked. He knows when El frantically needs access to a radio, that something's going on.
"It's Steve." She says, not offering any context. That immediately gets Joyce into defensive mode. Nobody messes with her boys. Or any of her kids, for that matter.
"What's wrong with Steve?" She asks, jolting up out of her comfortable position.
"Woah hold on, he's ok!" Dustin explains. At that, Joyce let's out a relieved sigh and lays back into Hoppers arm that was just wrapped around her.
"Yes! He is ok, we just need to see him." El finally explained.
"Yeah! About early June a year ago I said something about his age and I was wrong, which means his birthday is some time soon and I don't know it! And El said she might know a way to find out!"
"Oh you don't need to go through all that! Steve's birthday is next Thursday. I was gonna make him a cake and bring it to his house, like I did last year! Why didn't you just ask around?"
All three of the others in the room were confused by her response, even Hop, who had never even thought of the idea of doing something for the Harrington boy's birthday, even though he's the closest thing to a father figure the boy has got.
"Next week??" Hopper asked, suddenly feeling bad for not knowing that about the boy, or that Joyce has been the only one caring for him the year prior on his birthday.
"No I did ask around! You just happen to be the only person in Hawkins to know it!" Dustin said, cutting off any answer that might have come to Hopper's question.
"Not even Nancy or Robin or Eddie?"
"Nope. You're the only one." El said. El didn't really have a birthday, so they threw her a 'Found You!' party every year. It gave Will something better to focus on that day every year, so it made everyone pretty happy. She knew how much birthdays meant now.
"Well that just can't be. We'll have to throw him a party. Everyone needs a good send off into year 20." Hopper said, standing up and getting Joyce and El and Dustin to the dining room table, pulling Will away from his painting too, to plan how they were doing this.
One game plan, a thoroughly scribbled-on napkin, and a couple of phone calls later, Robin and Eddie were in on it, finding a way to get Steve from work to the Byers-Hopper house on a random Thursday. Robin wouldn't be working that day, so Steve wouldn't need to drive her to work. Eddie was fresh out of high school, (it really was his year!) so he did actually have a job, but he was pretty used to spending his lunches at Family Video.
They decided that Eddie would offer to hang out after work, shoot the shit or whatever, and pick Steve up from his house after work, bringing him to the house where the kids and everyone would be waiting.
This year, Steve was going to feel valued, no matter what.
~~~~~
Steve woke up, dreaded his shift ahead, and got ready as per usual that day. It didn't really matter that it was his birthday, there was no red dot on the receiver saying anyone else knew it was his birthday and might have called, so he pretended it was just a normal day, exactly like the rest of the world was doing.
The real crime is that his birthday fell on a Thursday. Thursdays, even over summer, are the slowest days for Family Video, so they don't even bother scheduling two people for the day. So he couldn't even hope Robin had maybe remembered his birthday, because he wouldn't see her all day. He would at least see Eddie, who he thought didn't know his birthday, so he couldn't feel bad for not telling Eddie, and Eddie couldn't feel bad for forgetting.
He had grown to love Eddie's lunch visits, sitting behind the counter talking to someone who understood him, who he could lower his mask around. Not all the way though. There are some parts of Steve that are for Robin's eyes only. Like the fact that he has feelings for Eddie. Feelings that he intended to keep hidden away. Where they were safe. Where he was safe.
Nonetheless, he lit up when that bell above the door chimed at 12:35, accommodating the quick ride from the record store Eddie worked at.
And, so what if Eddie didn't know it was his birthday, Eddie still asked to hang out after work, said "I found a spot you'll want to see," in that voice of his that eludes mischief, and Steve was in. He was going to go home, put on a nicer shirt and the watch he forgot on the bathroom counter that morning, and he was going to hang out with Eddie for his birthday.
He kept that dinky little smirk on his face for the rest of the day, and clocked out the moment Keith walked into those doors to pick up the closing shift, not sticking around for chit chat. He had 20 minutes till Eddie was off of work, which meant he had 30 minutes to get home, change shirts, spray on fresh cologne, and then pretend he wasn't waiting by the door to hear Eddie knock.
When he did though, Steve was not prepared to see a Eddie's bandana wave at him.
"You're gonna want full shock value for this one, big boy." Eddie said, whilst Steve hoped Eddie didn't see the blood rise to his cheeks at the nickname.
"Can I at least put it on in the van?"
"I'll settle for that if you don't gripe about the music!" Eddie joked. He had actually gotten a tape from Jonathan of Tears for Fears, so he knew Steve wouldn't.
"How am I supposed to do that when you blare it loud enough for Indianapolis to hear?"
"I think you'll like it today Stevie." Eddie said, opening the car door for Steve and giving a little bow, then watching Steve tie the bandana around his eyes as he walked around to the driver's side.
"Feel like I'm getting the full El treatment." Steve chuckled, as he heard the car door open.
"Hardy har, just make sure you can't see. I mean the shock value thing." He said, turning the key in the ignition. As the music started, Steve let out a little gasp, and reached blindly for Eddie's arm beside him.
"Is this?? Tears for Fears?? Aw, Eds, you don't hate all of my music after all, how sweet." Steve joked.
Eddie was thankful that Steve was blindfolded, so he couldn't see the pink tinge to his face.
"Just for you Stevie."
Steve relished in the quiet music, the bumps in the road, and the comfortable silence between him and Eddie with a smile on his face. It was a miracle, to Steve, that someone cares for him on his birthday, even unknowingly, because it hadn't happened in so long. Steve was even contemplating telling Eddie it was his birthday, thanking Eddie for the best birthday he had in a long time, when the van stopped, and the music right after.
"We're here!" Eddie told Steve. "Ah ah ah, don't take the blindfold off, I'll help you where we're going. Full. Shock. Value."
"I'm beginning to think it's a special occasion or something." Steve said, like it wasn't one. That hurt Eddie's heart a little, but it's ok, he thought. Steve will know how loved he is soon.
"C'mon, I'll help you up the steps." Eddie offered, grabbing Steve's hand for completely platonic reasons.
"Steps? Eddie where are we?" Steve asked.
"Full shock value, remember?" He said, opening the door for Steve and guiding by the shoulders into the Byers-Hopper living room, where the party, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, Joyce, and Hopper were waiting behind a cake that Hopper haphazardly stuck 20 blue and green candles on. Lucas even dragged Erica along, when she pretended she didn't want to go wish Steve happy birthday.
"Blindfold off Stevie." Eddie said.
Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. Didn't expect to peek from behind the blindfold with one eye and be serenaded with a chorus of "SURPRISE!!!"
He stepped back into Eddie at the loud noise, Eddie grabbing back on to Steve's shoulders.
Steve didn't expect Joyce to be holding up a cake with 20 lit candles, didn't expect Dustin to rush to his side, didn't expect Hopper to clap him on the back after he stepped forward.
"Happy birthday kiddo." Hop said.
"How did you- when did- guys!!" He said, looking down at the cake.
"Red velvet and chocolate icing, with blue and green candles, your favorite." Joyce told him.
"Just like last year-" He was cut off by Joyce putting down the cake on the coffee table and wrapping Steve up in a hug. Which caused the rest of the group, even Mike, to wrap Steve in a huge group hug. When they all pulled away, Lucas held up the cake.
"Make a wish, man." He said.
"Guys- I don't deserve all this, how can I-"
"Oh cut the shit Steve, we love you. Now, you heard him, make a wish."
And so, Steve closed his eyes, thought for a second, and blew out the candles. And then, just like that, the big old sheet cake was getting sliced into enough squares for all of them.
As the party went on, and they all laughed, and drank an obscene amount of soda, Steve slipped into the silent outdoors offered by the Byers-Hopper back porch swing. He stared off into the treeline, hoping nobody would notice his absence. He would be back inside in a minute or two, he just needed to catch his breath after it all. Then he heard the squeak of the screen door, and saw Eddie's leather jacket sleeve before looking back into the tree line.
Eddie took a seat to Steve's right, and placed a little wrapped package on Steve's lap.
"Oh Eddie, you didn't have to-"
"Open it." Eddie cut him off.
Steve carefully tore the (oddly enough, very neatly done) wrapping paper away, revealing a hellfire shirt.
"You? You got me a hellfire shirt? But I'm not a part of the party?" Steve failed to stop the smile from leaking into his face.
"Of course you are? Considering how since school got out you've let us use your house, you drive the goblins around, and you've been doing it for years! It's about time you have one." Eddie explained.
Now, Steve couldn't stop the tears from gathering in his eyes.
"Yeah but, I don't deserve any of this. Anyone can drive those kids around, anyone can lend you a space, it's the least I could do. Hell, I'm not even going to college, I'm just another a high school has-been asshole working at a barely above minimum-wage job. There's so many better people you guys could have chosen to care about." Steve settled his eyes back on the treeline, trying his best to hide the tears that his voice revealed, that were now slowly streaming down his face.
"Steve no. Absolutely not. You're so much more than that to all of us. To me." That got Steve to look back at Eddie. Eddie held Steve's face in his hands, let the tears run down his arms."You're our warrior, you keep those little misfits safe, you saved my life. And we all know you would take bullets for those dorks. You heard Little Red. We love you, Steve..." Eddie hesitated, looking away for a moment. "I love you, Steve. Even if none of the other assholes in this world will, I do."
Steve couldn't let Eddie go on any longer. Not when he was saying stuff like that. So he closed the distance. And when Eddie kissed back, he knew everything would be alright.
He didn't expect people to remember. He didn't expect people to care about him. But now he finally understood, the unequivocally did.
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Thinking about steddie future where they're both just average guys. No rockstars, no basketball players just two Normal men living a normal life because honestly? they deserve it. They deserve soft domesticity and happiness.
They both have jobs they like but don't love and they're happy with that. Eddie maybe becomes an electrician, working for someone else's company. His coworkers are chill, he gets to get out and work with his hands and that's more than he could have asked for. Steve is a physical therapist, or a manager in some business. He likes his team and the steady hours. He's not working for his dad which is a plus.
They buy a house together, that's not a mansion but it's not a trailer either. Steve does a lot of the dishes because Eddie hates it, hates the feeling of old food on the plates and cutlery. So Eddie will kiss Steve on the cheek and does the laundry because Steve fucking hates laundry. And sitting on the floor watching TV while he folds clothes is honestly sort of relaxing?? Love is doing the chores your partner hates.
Steve and Robin go out for brunch at least once a month, where they catch up and gossip for hours and hours and Steve comes home lighter with updates on Robin and Vickie. Eddie will have nightly phone calls with Wayne, where they talk and laugh and Eddie will eventually hand the phone over to Steve so he and Wayne can talk sports together. When he's in town Dustin will come over and stay in their spare room and they laugh and joke so much it's just like old times. They go over to Jeff's house for dinner on a semi regular basis, and it's nice having normal friends.
They adopt a very annoying cat who will climb all over them in bed and meow in their faces when they don't wake up to feed it breakfast in time. Steve will go for jogs on a Saturday morning, coming home to Eddie reading in bed. Some old western book Wayne recommended to him. There's a steaming cup of coffee waiting on their bedside tables that Eddie's prepared.
They take time off of work and go on a week long vacation because they can do that now. They do dorky touristy things and Eddie buys a mug to send to Wayne. Steve takes a lot of dorky photos of the two of them.
Idk they deserve to be normal and alive and happy with no upside down anymore <3
Oh I love this! I had actually been thinking about tradesman Eddie for a little bit I am so, so glad you’ve come up with this!
I can so completely see him learning a trade and just getting employed and put through his time by a small local employer! He has to go through his exams and that part of it worries him when he first gets the job but his team end up being really supportive and Steve stays up late with him, practicing circuits and wiring and quizzing him on currents and volts. Eddie returning the favour, letting Steve mark up his muscles and be a living anatomy dummy. Sure it gets a little sexy from time to time but more often than not it’s just them testing each other as Steve identifies bones and Eddie talks about parallel circuits.
The monthly brunches mentally and physically revive Steve after working extended hours with patients that he really does want the best for but a jobs a job and it can get pretty tiring. They joke that they rebalance each others chakras but they really do feel realigned after their meet ups. Eddie can see it to, sometimes he’ll come pick them up when it’s been a boozy brunch and delights in seeing them happy and light, clambering over each other to tell Eddie something about one of the waiters or an especially good dish they ordered. When he drops Robin home Steve sits in the front and looks at peace and Eddie feels the same way.
Their weekends are for them, sometimes that means staying home and cleaning the whole place between ordering food in and sometimes that means going on a day trip and taking Wayne around all the antique spots around the county and seeing what horrors they can uncover. Top spot currently sits with Wayne’s find of a doll whose limbs had been replaced with horse legs and had the head of a fish. Of course they bought it.
Every time they go on a holiday they make sure to send postcards to everyone, including themselves, seeing if they’ll get home before the postcard does. Steve keeps them in a photo album, each with a Polaroid of them next to it. Sometimes taken by a stranger, sometimes just a close up of their faces squashed together. It’s Eddie’s favourite thing to go through on their anniversary, or any day really, just loves being reminded that this is the life they get to have.
It’s mundane, dare say even normal, but they love it. Steve comes home every night, happy to put his scrubs in the washing machine next to Eddie’s uniform, happy to be where he feels loved.
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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
I thought I should make a post explaining why I add a moral alignment to every character I write for! 
This way of describing characters came about in a 1977 version of the Dungeons & Dragons handbook by Gary Gygax. The alignment system was based on the fantasy stories of Michael Moorcock and Poul Anderson.
It was a way for players to decide how their characters would think and act in the game. And I’ve now integrated it as a part of how I see characters and their motives. 
Here’s a few alignment tests if you’d like to find out for yourself! 
(P.s each test has different questions so one might not give you the same answer as the other. Quite like the Hogwarts House quizzes). 
Comment down below or reblog with your result!
Test One. 
Test Two. 
Test Three. 
Test Four. 
Test Five. 
𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Superman, Brienne of Tarth, Robocop. 
Crusaders
・They’re the protectors, but also seen as morally rigid and stubborn
・Always do the right thing; what’s expected of them by society
・Feel very uncomfortable breaking the rules
・They believe in societal rules and expect everyone to follow those rules. They can be blinded by their righteousneous at times. 
・They get angry when people get away with breaking the rules
・Believe good deeds and behaviours will be rewarded
・This alignment has good intentions; there is no malice in their actions - even if something bad may happen because of them
・They take pride in bringing ‘bad people’ to justice 
・The upside of this alignment is that it combines honour and compassion. 
・The downside of this alignment is that it retricts freedom and criminalises self-interest
・Sees Lawful Good as Honorable & Humane
・Sees Neutral Good as Humane but Unreliable
・Sees Chaotic Good as Humane but Dishonorable
・ Sees Lawful Neutral as Honorable but Apathetic
・Sees True Neutral as Unreliable & Apathetic 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Dishonorable & Apathetic 
・Sees Lawful Evil as Honorable but Ruthless 
・Sees Neutral Evil as Unreliable & Ruthless
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Dishonorable & Ruthless 
𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Jon Snow, Gandalf, Spiderman. 
Benefactors
・Believe in doing what’s right, even if that means going against the law 
・They help others because they have the desire to do so, not because the law or anyone else, tells them to do it 
・They recognise that the law can be unjust. They don’t blindly follow it. 
・Most protagonists embody this alignment. 
・They - usually - don’t kill, even if the villain is right in front of them. 
・The upside of this alignment is that they will do whatever they can to help those in need
・The downside of this alignment is that they can become unpredictable when they think they’re doing the right thing 
・They don’t disregard the law completely, but will break it if it means helping someone
・The difference between Neutral Good and Chaotic Good, is that CG hates authority and the government/leading state. While NG thinks there is a reason for rules. 
・It’s a great alignment because it means doing good without bias for or against order. But can be a bad/dangerous one because it can limit the actions of the truly capable. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Humane but Strict
・Sees Neutral Good as Practical & Humane
・Sees Chaotic Good as Humane but Lax
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Strict & Apathetic
・Sees True Neutral as Practical but Apathetic 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Lax & Apathetic
・Sees Lawful Evil as Strict & Ruthless
・Sees Neutral Evil as Practical but Ruthless
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Lax & Ruthless
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: the 11th Doctor, Robin Hood, Mary Poppins. 
Rebels
・They don’t care about society’s rules, they care about what’s doing right 
・Freedom is their highest value 
・Detest authority
・This is the best alignment you can be because it combines a free-spirit with a good heart. 
・They believe freedom is the only way a person can feel true happiness
・The upside of this alignment is that they will do absolutely everything in their power not only to help innocence, but bring about change if they can
・The downside of this alignment is that they disrupt the order of society and punish those who do well for themselves 
・CG will keep their word to anyone who isn’t evil
・The difference between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral is that CG is self-aware of their actions. They don’t want other people to get hurt.
・They’re willing to lie, cheat and steal if it’s for the greater good 
・CGs’ don’t put their desires above the greater good; they want to help in every way they can. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Humane but Dogmatic
・Sees Neutral Good as Humane but Conformist
・Sees Chaotic Good as Independent & Humane 
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Dogmatic & Apathetic
・Sees True Neutral as Conformist & Apathetic
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Independent but Apathetic 
・Sees Lawful Evil as Dogmatic & Ruthless
・Sees Neutral Evil as Conformist & Ruthless
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Independent but Ruthless
𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Dwight K. Schrute, Percy Weasley, Judge Dredd. 
Judges
・Lawful Neutrals’ always act in accordance with the law, tradition or code. 
・They behave in a way that matches the organisation they follow. They’re deathly loyal to it. 
・Because they are so emotionless when following their tradition/law, they can come off as Lawful Evil
・The upside of this alignment is that they are reliable and honorable without being a zealot 
・The downside of this alignment is that they seek to destroy choice, freedom, individuality, diversity. 
・They believe in the government wholeheartedly, even if it’s hurting its citizens. Even if it is becoming tyranical. 
・LN have blind loyalty
・They rarely seek things for themselves. Their desires line up with the laws and traditions. 
・The difference between Lawful Good and Lawful Neutral is that LG will question the laws that are hurtful to others. They aren’t completely following blindly. They speak up. 
・Lawful Neutral doesn’t consider morality when abiding by the law
・Sees Lawful Good as Honorable but Idealistic
・Sees Neutral Good as Unreliable & Idealistic
・Sees Chaotic Good as Dishonorable & Idealistic
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Honorable & Realistic
・Sees True Neutral as Realistic but Unreliable
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Realistic but Dishonorable 
・Sees Lawful Evil as Honorable but Egotistic
・Sees Neutral Evil as Unreliable but Egotistic 
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Dishonorable and Egotistic 
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: The Chesire Cat, Lara Croft, Malcolm Reynolds. 
Undecideds
・True definition of ‘on the fence’
・They neither want to hurt nor help others; they only want to keep themselves alive and will do whatever that means to make sure it happens. 
・They don’t uphold the laws but neither do they rebel
・The upside of this alignment is that they act naturally - without prejudice.
・The downside is that they lack conviction and are apathetic. 
・Basically...they are nice to those that are nice to them and hurt those that hurt them. 
・True Neutrals’ are offended by those with big opinions 
・They despise bigots
・And usually avoid philosophical ideals altogether 
・Will keep their word if it’s in their best interest 
・Will never betray a family member, friend or ally unless the situation is dire 
・True Neutral characters stay non-committed to any cause, legal or moral system. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Strict & Idealistic 
・Sees Neutral Good as Practical but Idealistic 
・Sees Chaotic Good as Lax & Idealistic 
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Realistic but Strict
・Sees True Neutral as Practical & Realistic 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Realistic but Lax
・Sees Lawful Evil as Strict & Egotistic 
・Sees Neutral Evil as Practical but Egotistic
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Lax & Egotistic 
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Han Solo, Captain Jack Sparrow, Catwoman. 
Free-Spirits
・Chaotic Neutrals’ follow their heart, but in comparison with Chaotic Goods’ they won’t self-sacrifice for the greater good. 
・They hate being given orders, and actively go against the law. Even if it’s because of something petty. 
・They can easily slip into Chaotic Good or Chaotic Evil with one step 
・This alignment is the best you can be because it represents true freedom from the law, societal standards and a moral code. 
・They can be a dangerous alignment because they want to destroy authorative figures and structures; even if it’s doing good for the community. 
・They believe there is no order to anything, even their actions. They’re completely unpredictable and may do things on a whim. 
・This alignment is usually the con-mans, the gamblers, insurgent. Aka, the uncomitted free-loader who desires nothing more than self-gratification. 
・CN will keep their word if it serves their self-interest
・These people don’t want people to suffer because of their actiohs - but don’t care if their actions may hurt others. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Dogmatic & Idealistic 
・Sees Neutral Good as Conformist & Idealistic 
・Sees Chaotic Good as Independent but Idealistic 
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Realistic but Dogmatic 
・Sees True Neutral as Realistic but Conformist 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Independent & Realistic 
・Sees Lawful Evil as Dogmatic & Egotistic
・Sees Neutral Evil as Conformist & Egotistic
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Independent but Egotistic 
𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Darth Vader, Dolores Umbridge, Lex Luther. 
Dominators
・This alignment is a tyrant 
・They have no problem with for-going morals in honor of the law. 
・The downside of this alignment is that evil combined with law, means a society-wide regimes. 
・Fannatics, dictators and extremists fall under this alignment
・This alignment cares about traditions, enforcing the law and keeping order
・These people/characters consider themselves the best because they combine ‘honour’ with a dedicated self-interest. 
・However, this is the most dangerous alignment because these people will manipulate the law to suit their desires
・They hold any Lawful alignment as honorable, chaotics as dishonorable. 
・Lawful Evil absolutely hate Chaotic Good people/characters very ... very much. They pose the most threat. 
・Labelled ‘diabolical’, Lawful Evils’ will always use the rules. No matter how evil they are, they will never break the rules. 
・They will do anything; kill, maim, torture - as long as it doesn’t break the law. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Honorable but Self-Righteous
・Sees Neutral Good as Unreliable & Self-righteous
・Sees Chaotic Good as Dishonorable & Self-Righteous
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Honorable but Irresolute
・Sees True Neutral as Unreliable & Irresolute 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Dishonorable & Irresolute
・Sees Lawful Evil as Honorable & Determined
・Sees Neutral Evil as Determined but Unreliable 
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Determined but Dishonorable 
𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: Voldemort, Jabba the Hutt, Milady de Winter.
Malefactors
・Is selfish and has no issue with harming others to get what they want 
・They might follow rules if it serves them, but they do not feel bound to them
・This alignment usually makes alliances with others to further their own agenda, but have no issue with double-crossing their allies
・They don’t see much value in having a moral code 
・They’re feared because they carry out evil for evil’s sake
・They believe themselves the best alignment because they advance themselves without regard for others
・This alignment is only out for themselves; they don’t care about bringing down social structures. Instead, they have a desire and they will do whatever it is to get it. 
・The difference between Lawful Evil and Neutral Evil is that LE still follows the law and its structures. NE may follow the law - only if it works in their favour, then they have no problem going below it to their gain
・The difference between Neutral Evil and Chaotic Evil is that the latter is completely unpredictable. NE will at least have a reason why they’ve allied with someone, or are following the rules in some way. CE will do things for absolutely no reason. 
・Sees Lawful Good as Strict & Self-Righteous 
・Sees Neutral Good as Practical but Self-Righteous
・Sees Chaotic Good as Lax & Self-Righteous 
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Strict & Irresolute
・Sees True Neutral as Practical but Irresolute
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Lax & Irresolute
・Sees Lawful Evil as Determined but Strict 
・Sees Neutral Evil as Practical & Determined
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Determined but Laxed
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: The Joker, The Night King, James Moriarty. 
Destroyers
・These characters are malevolent 
・Villains vying for revenge usually fall under this alignment 
・One may see this as the most evil as they set out to destroy everything - order, life, tradition, freedom. 
・They think they are the best alignment because they choose freedom and self-interest 
・These people/characters never feel the need to keep to their word 
・They prefer to work alone
・Just like the other Chaotic alignments, they too hate authority, and actively seek to destroy it
・Will kill for pleasure, has no moral code, doesn’t care at all about the wel-fare for others
・They believe self-discipline and honour as restrictive 
・Seen as the most frightening because they are so unpredictable and violent 
・ Lawful Good is the antithesis of Chaotic Evil
・Chaotic Evils’ believe that freedom should only belong to those strong enough to keep it
・Sees Lawful Good as Dogmatic & Self-Righteous
・Sees Neutral Good as Conformist & Self-Righteous 
・Sees Chaotic Good as Independent but Self-Righteous 
・Sees Lawful Neutral as Dogmatic & Irresolute
・Sees True Neutral as Conformist & Irresolute 
・Sees Chaotic Neutral as Independent but Irresolute 
・Sees Lawful Evil as Determined but Dogmatic 
・Sees Neutral Evil as Determined but Conformist
・Sees Chaotic Evil as Independent & Determined 
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He felt arms wrap around his chest, pulling him up and out of the water. He gasped as his head breached the surface, and he came face to face with a young woman.
“Sir! what is that creature you came on!?” the woman asked him. He turned to where she was pointing, and saw a tentacled creature rearing back to attack them. He grabbed a sword that had been lying on the ground, and charged forward, ready to defend.
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“Daaaad,” Dani groaned, hanging off Danny’s arm as he flew towards Clockwork’s lair. “Can I pleeease go with you to see Batman? I’m an expert on him!”
“First of all, you’re an expert in Robins and the best way to annoy them, and that’s not the same as being an expert in Batman. Secondly, you and Jazz have been quizzing me nonstop about the guy, I think I’m prepared!”
Dani pouts, “I just think he’s super cool. Besides! I know you’re a coward and you’d never actually talk to the guy without someone pushing you.”
Danny stops to turn to face Dani.
 “Sweetie, I know you have a lot of experience hopping between dimensions and multiverses, but this situation is a bit different. Clockwork’s said he specifically sent me because I’m more resistant to the ill-effects of dimension-manipulation magic as an Ancient of Doors,” he takes a breath, making sure Dani’s full focus is on him.
“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
Dani is still pouting, so Danny reaches out to take her face in his hands.
“I promise when this is settled you can drag me to meet Batman or annoy one of the Robins– whatever you want.”
Slowly, Dani turned wide, watery eyes to Danny. He was only able to keep looking into her puppy eyes for a short while before throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Ugh! Fine! I’ll ask Clockwork if you can at least watch, but I don’t know how much you’ll actually be able to see due to whatever’s blocking him.”
“Yes! Good enough!” Dani whoops, before speeding ahead towards Clockwork’s Lair.
Danny chuckled before following after.
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Mordecai had been set to investigate what witch lived in Gotham nailing bats to Church doors. But his eyes were not as clouded as his brothers’, for he knew witches were less common than they liked to believe.
For example, this bat was nailed to the door with a knitting needle Goodwife Tyler had been using just yesterday. Mordecai knew too that Matthew Tyler would often beat his wife and had gone missing not long ago.
Of course, when he brought this to the attention of his fellow witch-hunters and peace-keepers, Brother Malleus had just insisted that Goodwife Tyler must be a witch and sent her to be dunked in the river until she confessed or drowned. Until Mordecai stopped him, that was.
Frustrated with the events of the day, Mordecai set out for the woods to meet with Annie. Many suspected her of being a witch, but she was the only one whose company he found solace in.
They talked of many things together–the accusations of her being a witch, their mutual distaste of Malleus, and Mordecai’s struggle to remember anything before waking up in Annie’s cabin almost 2 weeks ago.
Annie told him too of losing her parents, and being shunned to the woods. Of feeling a bit lost in the twists and turns of life. Mordecai had said then, “We have something in common Annie… both of us lost in our way.”
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Danny leaned against a tree, watching Batman and Annie embrace. While he had watched Batman walk around Gotham, using investigative techniques to uncover the lack of witches, he had been mostly impressed that Batman had stayed so committed to his morals even without his memories.
Danny was entranced watching Batman insist on finding a different path forward beyond just declaring anything odd as witchcraft. It was exactly the kind of behavior Danny sought to promote as Ancient of Doors.
But the conversation he overheard between Batman and Annie was like a bucket of ice water over him. The reminder that Batman was separated from everything he knew, and everything that made him Batman. While he knew he could not actually do anything in this situation, and that even trying would probably lead to something worse, Danny yearned to help the hero he had grown so fond of, both from his own observations and the stories from Dani and other ghosts.
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“The dragon’s been sighted in the woods! All witch-hunters fall in!”
Mordecai climbs on his horse, preparing to follow. He may not believe in this dragon, but clearly something is going on. The witch-hunters head into the woods, in the direction opposite Annie’s cabin. 
But when they arrive, there’s no dragon—only the bones of seven men. 
Mordecai hops off his horse to examine the bodies. 
“Do you say now that witches and dragons don’t exist, Brother Mordecai?” Malleus asks. 
“No, these men were dead before their flesh was eaten. See there— Matthew Tyler, his head caved in with what was probably a kitchen ladle.”
“Enough! You blame a ladle for this? When there’s a witness?” Malleus turns to face a villager that had come with them, “Tell Brother Mordecai what you saw.”
“It was a great beast, with seven heads and ten horns, just as the scripture tells. Each head was feeding on a different man…but when the bats came out to hunt, it fled.”
As the man spoke, Mordecai felt a sense of familiarity. In his mind, the image of a maw surrounded by thrashing tentacles arose. 
Malleus continued, oblivious to Mordecai’s mental turmoil. “I will protect this town, as is my duty to god! They say an eclipse of the sun will come tomorrow, and by then, we will be ready!”
“An eclipse? There was something about an eclipse…” Mordecai muttered.
Malleus kept talking, but Mordecai was no longer listening.
With nothing to hunt, the witch-hunters left back to Gotham. Mordecai left to find Annie, to warn her of what was coming. 
“You’re not safe here Annie. Malleus is a fanatic, and he doesn’t care about logic. I fear it’s only a matter of time before he sets his eyes on you. There’s something else too… something in these woods. The creature that attacked me, that night you found me. I remembered a bit more when I saw the traces of its destruction. It wasn’t the Church that sent me here, Annie. And I remember a dead man was with us… wearing these clothes.  You took them from him and gave them to me, didn’t you? These are Mordecai’s clothes!” He grabbed on to her arm to keep her from fleeing. She didn’t answer for a moment, but he held her gaze.
“I saw you rise from the water myself. You came when I called. That’s all I know.”
“Called? Where did I come from? I need you to take me there, Annie!”
“Fine. It’s private, hidden. It belonged to the Miagani who were here before us. It means bat-people.” She stood to lead him to the cave where she met him, “I’ll tell you more when we get there, but we’ll have to travel through the night.”
“Always bats…” He mutters.
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“I thought Danny said you couldn’t actually see much of what was happening? This is actually pretty clear.” Dani asked from her suspended upside-down position in front of the gear that followed Danny and Batman.
Clockwork turned to her, a small but smug smile on his face. “Well, it’s not totally clear…”
Dani narrowed her eyes at him. “You have some ulterior motive here don’t you, gramps…”
Clockwork turned back to the screens. “Well, I doubt it’s dissimilar to your motivations in encouraging your father to try talking to Batman. He could do with some… companionship.”
Dani looked horrified for a brief moment, thought for a bit, before an evil smile spread across her face. “While I feel like I should be grossed out that you’re trying to set dad up with someone, I think it’d be hilarious to show up at the Robins’ house as their new stepsister.”
“Then, we’re in accord, young Dani?”
“Oh yeah, I’m excited to see where this is going, gramps.”
Clockwork turned to another gear, and pressed his staff to it, showing a different image. “If you’re interested, I might have a mission you can undertake that would make this more… ‘fun’ for you.”
“I’m in!”
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The cave was dark, illuminated poorly by the torch Annie carried. And yet, he couldn’t help but note there was something about these caves that felt like…home.
“It was you, wasn’t it? You weren’t out gathering herbs as you told me. It was you who summoned the dragon that killed the real Mordecai, wasn’t it?” he asked, watching Annie.
“I only wanted to chase him away. They sent him to hunt me! All those witch hunters playing at saints, but they don’t shy away from destroying the land and slaughtering animals and other people. The Miagani who were here before us had the right of it, so yes, when Mordecai was sent to hunt me, I prayed to their gods and asked for someone to save me. And then, you came, riding on the back of that thing they call the dragon. If you want to say I’m guilty of being a witch because I worship gods that are not theirs, then I’ll confess to you. My gods are not their god or their devil.” 
Mordecai heard something in the quiet after she finished speaking.
“Annie, we have to get out of this place right now. There’s something down there-”
On cue, the tentacled creature rose from the water to attack.
“Run Annie, run!” he yelled, pulling out his swords to fend off the tentacles. He managed to cut one off before he was pushed back by two more. He stumbled, and reoriented himself, preparing to charge back in, but was distracted by quick footsteps approaching. Fearing Annie had returned, he turned to tell her to run again, but stopped short at the sight of a white-haired man in dark leather armor running toward the monster with his sword drawn.
“Look out!”, the other man shouted. Mordecai turned and ducked under an incoming tentacle. He heard a slashing sound as the white-haired man fended off more tentacles heading towards them. The two quickly fell into a rhythm as they fought the dragon, green tentacles and water falling around them as they danced and wove together.
Finally, Mordecai saw an opening at the creature’s mouth. He launched himself forward, sword aimed ahead.
His head breached the water, and he could only splutter and scrabble to keep his head above the water. He made his way to the beach ahead.
“Can’t forget this time… Man of Bats…”
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Batman was gone now, and so was the tentacled monster. The residual energy from Batman’s jump felt the same as before. 
Danny stepped out of the cave, noting that the eclipse had occurred, and the sun was now peeking out again.
He opened a portal, stepping back into Clockwork’s lair, sighing heavily. He set his sword down, and stretched out his shoulders.
“So…” he started, staring at Clockwork’s back, nervous.
“I’m not mad, Danny. I think you did the right thing.” Clockwork turned to face Danny, smiling slightly. “Come here, and give me your sword.”
Danny came to stand next to Clockwork in front of a lab he must’ve set up while Danny was gone. Danny put his sword on the table. Clockwork got to work taking a sample of the monster’s blood that was still on it.
“I asked your parents to come, as I thought we may be able to make use of their expertise in figuring out what is causing Batman to travel through time. While we’re waiting, we might as well check to see how the monster might be related to what’s happening. I assumed you didn’t read the energy of the monster for yourself.”
“No, I’m sorry Clockwork. Everything happened so quickly, and I just-” 
Clockwork put his hand on Danny’s shoulder to cut him off. “I think you handled everything just fine, Danny. It was a stressful situation, and you jumped in to protect Batman, which was good. In any case, we still have the blood from the creature, so we can still just examine that. You made the right choices in the situation, Danny. I don’t want you getting stuck thinking that you could’ve been better when you did what was needed. Now, we just need to focus on next steps.”
“Thanks, Clockwork.” Danny said, smiling slightly. He held out his hand for the blood sample, which Clockwork gave him. 
“Now, focus, and see if it’s similar to the energy you detected off Batman before.”
Danny did as Clockwork directed. The energy from the blood felt faint, but Danny was still able to feel it. “It feels the same,” he told Clockwork.
Clockwork nodded, taking the vial and setting it down on the table. “Let’s leave this for your parents to study when they get here.”
“CLOCKY! GRANDPA! I’M BAAAACK!” they heard shouting from below, before Dani, in her human form, popped her head through the floor, her tongue sticking out.
“OH! Dad’s here! Great! Pops and Nana are on their way up too.” Dani finished pulling her body through the floor before running to squeeze between Clockwork and Danny. 
They heard the clomping of Jack Fenton climbing the stairs, and a moment later they saw Maddie’s red hair.
“Dann-o! Clockwork called us to say you found something new and mysterious! Tell us everything!”
Clockwork chuckled. “How about we sit down for some tea and hot chocolate first. I see Mrs. Fenton brought fudge, and I should be able to find some cookies I got from an old friend.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Danny said, smiling.
A/N:
I'm not exactly trying to shy away from "darker" themes, but yeah if I'm not in the mood, I'm definitely going to keep away from things I think are over a certain line.
On that note:
Deliberately didn’t include what happens to Annie in the end, because I felt like it would change the overall tone of this story considering how serious that matter is. Similarly, tried to cut out most of the bible talk, but honestly considering where my biases lie and also just embodying Annie when writing her great rant, I gave up cutting all of it out. I'm hoping it's not too bad.
Spoiler-ish of what happens to Annie if you are planning on reading Batman: Return of Bruce Wayne:
It's not good, but definitely not as terrible as I fear I'm making it out to be. Think 'typical violence against witches'
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Friendly Sex - Chapter 6 - The Darkroom
"Ok Google, play Smells Like Sex by Sizzy Rocket."
The response the latest update has been phenomenal and I'm so grateful to you all, here's a smutty little something, something to say thanks. Throws Fred Benson under the plot bus. Chapter 7 should be up by tomorrow evening (10/04 9pm GMT), the updates might then be a bit more spread out as I'm back to work.
Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), oral sex (m receiving), rough oral sex, throat fucking, female masturbation, explicit language, smoking, mentions of drug taking, mentions of upskirting, slightly mean!Eddie?, Eddie calls reader a whore but she's into it, overuse of pet names (sweetheart, etc, etc) as ever at this point.
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You made it to Robin's practice with seconds to spare, not that it mattered, mentally you were checked out.
You had kissed Eddie, kissed him like you would kiss a - boyfriend, the word jarring in your skull. It was intimate and terrifying. You tell yourself it’s because you’ve been starved of affection for so long, you’re bound to be a little drawn to Eddie, the person who is giving you that affection; but the thoughts wouldn’t rationalize.
You didn’t call him that evening, like you said you would, justifying there was nothing new to say to each other and that he would find a re-cap of Robin’s band practice boring. You would speak to him tomorrow…
Tuesday… 
You didn’t purposely duck into Ms Thompson’s classroom to avoid Eddie who was walking straight towards you in the corridor, you just remembered a query you had about your most recent paper.
And at lunchtime the weather was so nice it felt wasteful to sit in a packed cafeteria.
Wednesday…
You honestly didn’t see Eddie wave at you across the parking lot, too busy in conversation with Robin, and come to think of it, you weren't even sure it was Eddie. 
You were in the shower when your phone rang that night, and by the time you had dried your hair it was too late to call back.
Thursday…
You had to skip the class you shared, ‘dental check up’.
You had work in the evening, no time for plans.
Today…
You’re walking between 3rd and 4th period when a strong hand grips your arm, hauling you into the photography club’s dark room, you find yourself with your back to the door, Eddie staring down at you with an unreadable expression.
“What the hell Eddie, I have to get to class!” You hiss, rubbing at your forearm.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He says calmly.
“I’ve not been avoiding you.” You say cagily, crossing your arms, refusing to look him in the eyes.
“Bullshit.” He snorts, pointing at you. “You got spooked in the woods, why?” 
“I had to get to Robin’s practice, just like I've got to get to class now.” You move to open the door, but Eddie braces his arms on either side of you, effectively caging you.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” He repeats, but his voice has an edge this time.
You bite your lip, eyes locked on the floor tiles feeling oddly tearful, heart hammering painfully against your breastbone with the stress of the situation.
“Hey, look at me.” His tone is gentler than a moment ago, you risk a glance at his face, he looks sad. “Sweetheart, you know the rules, if you aren’t having fun we can just call it a day.” 
“But I am having fun!” You say, kicking your heel back into the door frame, frustrated with yourself.
“So what’s the issue?” He asks confused, his palm coming up to rest against your cheek. “Did I do something wrong? Shit, did I hurt you?” His eyes swimming with concern.
“No, you didn’t do anything. I just -” You struggle to find the words, feeling amped up, unable to think properly in such close proximity to him. “ARGH! I’m not used to this.” You huff out in exasperation, gesturing weakly between the two of you, turning away from his touch.
“Not used to what exactly? Fucking around? Enjoying yourself? Having someone take care of you?” He quizzes.
“All of the above I guess-” You admit, biting nervously at the skin around your thumb, sighing heavily as he pulls your hand away from your mouth. “- I kissed you Eddie, when I had no reason to.”
Your words hang in the air for a second, then Eddie laughs, and honestly you want to punch him in the face. 
“That’s what this whole thing is about?” He chuckles, as you stare open-mouthed like a fish out of water, an angry fish out of water. “Sweetheart, we are two horny teenagers who have great sexual chemistry. There are gonna be times that we don’t have a reason, you’re just going to have to accept that we're gonna kiss and it’s gonna feel really, really good.” His voice drops a little lower, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.
  You could feel yourself relenting, deep down you knew it wasn’t just a really good kiss, you’d had plenty of those with him already, but you quashed the little nagging voice in favour of sucking on Eddie’s bottom lip before biting it in a minor retaliation for laughing at you.
He was on you then, kissing you so fervently your head smacks into the door, but you couldn’t care less. Your hands in his hair tugging harshly, neither of you willing to part even to take a breath. You feel his hands at your hips, squeezing desperately, pulling you away from the door and lifting you up onto one of the countertops.
"Fuck, I've been losing my mind all week, need you princess." He moans, slotting in between your legs like a puzzle piece, his words light a fire in your belly, your hands busy unzipping his pants as he reaches under your shirt to unclasp your bra. Then the door opens flooding the room with bright light, Principal Higgins and Fred Benson staring in confusion.
"What on-." 
The four of you freeze until Eddie clears his throat, a masked attempt at zipping his fly.
"Uh - and that is how you develop a photo, Miss Y/L/N, any questions?" Eddie asks you in an affected tone of authority, you can only shake your head as he helps you down from the counter, hand in hand edging towards the exit. "No? Wonderful, well then we best be off."
“No so fast Mr Munson -" Principal Higgins says, stepping in front of the doorway. "-if I'm not mistaken you’re supposed to be in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class right now. And you young lady-” You feel yourself shrink a little, as he rounds on you, Eddie squeezing your hand slightly. "-where are you supposed to be?”
“Mr Mundy’s class, Sir.” You mumble mortified beyond belief.
“So would you care to explain to me why you are here instead?” He asks, taunting you before the inevitable.
“It’s all Fred’s fault Principal Higgins, he took a bad photo of this poor girl, she was just devastated!" Eddie says, pointing accusingly at a startled Fred. "And seeing her so upset, well it broke my heart Sir. I had to be a good Samaritan and destroy all the copies.” He implores, hamming it up.
You don’t know whether to laugh or simply curl up in a ball and die.
“Detention, both of you.” Principal Higgins snaps. “And Mr Munson, if I find you anywhere you shouldn’t be again, I will have you permanently expelled before you can achieve your diploma. Is that understood?”
You’re shaking in your proverbial boots, but Eddie simply grins, offering a two finger salute from his forehead; definitely going to curl up and die. 
Principal Higgins had the foresight to put you in separate classrooms for your detention, which allowed you an entire hour to panic about Fred Benson. Not only was he an incessant gossip, but he also worked on 'The Weekly Streak' school newspaper alongside Nancy, if he told Nancy what he saw, she could tell Steve and then... let chaos reign.
Eddie was leaning against the lockers waiting for you when you emerged from Mrs Bridger's classroom at 5pm.
"Hey there little jailbird." He smiles, bumping your shoulder affectionately.
"Hey." You mumble back unable to keep the miserable expression of your face.
"Why so sulky?" He asks, falling in step with you as you both head out to the parking lot.
"Fucking Fred Benson, he’s a liability." You say, biting once more at the skin around your thumb, you wouldn’t have a hand left by the end of this year with the way you were going.
"Don't worry about dear Freddie, I've taken care of it." He soothes with a grin.
"You kill him?” You ask hopefully, reaching Eddie’s van leaning against the side, he laughs standing next to you, lighting up a cigarette.
“No I didn’t kill him, just gave him a little unfriendly advice.” You reach out for the cigarette with wiggling fingers, taking it happily and gesturing for him to continue, he rolls his eyes and lights another for himself. “You see, being Hawkins High’s best drug dealer gets me a lot of information, and it turns out our budding photographer Fred has been taking some pretty inappropriate photos.”
“Such as?” You ask warily.
“You ever worn a skirt when you’re sitting on the bleachers?” He asks, you nod on an inhale feeling perplexed. “Yeah, maybe don’t do that around Fred.”
“Oh my god, that’s disgusting.” You say, choking slightly on the smoke.
“Well I don't know baby -” Eddie says in a slow teasing voice, pushing off the van to stand in front of you, warm hands resting on your hips, bringing your pelvis towards his own. “- I can’t say I blame him, the things I'd do to get an upskirt photo of you.” 
This time you roll your eyes, but can’t ignore the heat coursing through your veins at his touch.
“You’re such a pervert Munson.” You mutter.
“Guilty as charged.” He grins, lifting your hand with the cigarette to his mouth, taking a long drag whilst maintaining eye contact; it makes your knees go weak. “You keep looking at me like that princess, you'll find out just how perverted I am.” He warns breathing out the smoke.
“Maybe I want to find out.” You say with a coquettish smile, pressing your hips forward to brush over his crotch, placing a lingering kiss on the pulse point in his neck.
Eddie snatches the cigarette out of your hand, stubbing it quickly under his sneaker with his own, yanking the passenger door open.
“In. Now.” He commands, eyes black with lust.
“Why?” You ask innocently, but your heart is thumping violently, blood rushing straight to your cunt.
“Because sweetheart, we’re going for a drive and then I'm going to fuck your mouth.” He says darkly.
Eddie had driven you close to Skull Rock. The ride had been intense, neither of you talking, he hadn't even bothered to put the radio on; four days of pent up sexual frustration bubbling just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any minute.
Eddie took your hand as he pulled you through the woods, the grip almost painful in his haste to get you alone, you're about to ask where exactly he's heading when he stops dead, causing you to bump into his back.
"Ok. Here's good." He says breathlessly, barely giving you a moment to register your surroundings before he's backing you up against a tree trunk, lips attacking you with the same ferocity as in the darkroom.
We have got to stop fucking around outside, you think to yourself, wincing as the tree bark scrapes against your back.
"You still want me to fuck your bratty little mouth princess?" He asks, biting none too gently at your earlobe.
"Please." You say weakly.
He beams at you, kissing you quickly again before stepping backwards.
“Get on your knees for me baby.” He says, the air of authority back in his voice.
You sink immediately like some invisible force is pushing you down, kneeling on the leaf strewn ground, looking up at Eddie; he slips his thumb into your mouth, a shiver rippling through him as you suck on it.
“So fucking pretty.” He breathes out, awe-struck, thumb leaving your mouth with a string of saliva.
You reach up, hands trembling slightly as you unbuckle his belt, trying to focus on the task at hand but Eddie is making it difficult with the way he’s looking at you; like you’re the most precious thing in the world but also like he wants to eat you alive.
You pull his pants and boxers down enough to unleash his length, taking him in your hand you find he’s already impossibly hard, making your mouth water. Pumping him steadily, kitten licking teasingly at the red and swollen tip, before placing soft kisses all the way down to his balls and back again.
“Open your mouth princess.” He instructs roughly.
You lick your lips before tucking them over your teeth, tongue stroking the underside of his cock as you take the first half of him without issue, moving slowly back and forth his cock throbbing in your mouth  
“Fuck. Take me in sweetheart, all the way.” He growls, hand moving to gather your hair up into his fist, his hips jumping forward allowing his cock to slip all the way to the back of your throat, a small gag and shudder running through you.
“That’s it, good girl.” He growls encouragingly.
He holds you there for a moment by your makeshift ponytail, and god help you, you can feel your own wetness pooling in your panties; a low heaviness making your inner walls clench. You dip your fingers below the waistband of your jeans, to rub slowly at your bud. 
“Want me to fuck your throat?” He asks again, and you whine around his length, trying to nod. “Ok, breathe through your nose baby, just breathe.” 
Eddie begins to slide in and out, using the hold on your hair to keep your head tilted up, his lust-blown eyes focused on your face. You’re drooling, each thrust of hips making his cock kiss the back of your throat, your fingers moving quickly over your clit moaning around him.
“Oh fuck, do that again, moan for me again sweetheart.” He pleads, you moan again as instructed, his grip on your hair tightening almost to the point of pain, making your eyes water.
He thrusts quicker and harder, thoroughly fucking your mouth, your nose meeting with the coarse hairs at the base of his cock.
“Fuck yes, keep breathing princess, you’re doing so well for me.” He pants. “Look at you taking my cock like a fucking pro.” 
You whimper, a fresh rush of wetness coating your fingers, swirling it around your swollen clit so close to cumming, rising up slightly higher on your knees to give your hand more space to work. Eddie notices your movements, his breath hitching, cock jumping in your mouth.
“Jesus you getting off to this sweetheart? He laughs wildly, eyes wide in adoration. “You like me using your mouth like a fucking whore?” You try to nod again, gagging, choking on your own desperate moans.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum baby. Is that what you want princess, want me to cum down your throat?” His thrusts are getting sloppy, cock filling your stretched mouth at a brutal depth. “You wanna swallow my cum sweetheart?” He groans.
“Mhmm.” You moan heavily in response, feeling your own orgasm break, hips rocking as your pussy clenches around nothing.
“Fuck, fuck, take it, swallow it all.” He begs, thick ropes of cum coating your tongue, pooling at the back of your throat. 
"Oh my god." He says, his thumb tracing across your swollen lips once more as you swallow. 
  He drops to his knees in front of you so suddenly that you think he's fainted, until he grabs the nap of your neck and pulls you in, kissing you so passionately it's borderline violent. 
"You alright?" He pants, both of you sucking down air as you break away.
"Yeah." You whisper croakily.
"It wasn't too much? I didn't hurt you?" He asks caressing the sides of your throat with gentle hands, eyes searching yours.
"No, it was good. I'm good." You smile, feeling immensely proud of yourself.
"More like fucking outstanding sweetheart." He breathes out, kissing along your jaw. "Should give you a trophy."
You flush in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment at his praise.
"Somehow I don't think my dad would be too happy about having it on the mantle." You say, and you both burst out laughing, Eddie's hands still holding you tenderly about the neck.
"I'm sorry for avoiding you." You mumble, ducking your head to place a small kiss on his cheek.
"Water under the bridge sweetheart." He grins. "Come on, let's get you home." Holding out a helping hand to you as he stands.
Eddie shuts off the van two blocks from your house, you had enjoyed smoking and singing along to KISS on the way back from Skull Rock, the awkwardness and tension seemingly resolved, allowing you to remember why you had liked spending time with him to begin with, even before all this.
"So-” He says slowly, hands shifting across the steering wheel nervously. “my uncle is working a double shift tomorrow night, did you - uh - maybe wanna come over and hang out?"
"Hang out?" You repeat, your tone full of insinuation given what had just happened between you.
"Mind out of the gutter sweetheart, I am not that kind of guy." He says, acting scandalized, you raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "Ok, so I am that kind of guy, but I genuinely mean to hang out. We can order a pizza, have a couple of beers, smoke some weed, and watch a movie. Get back on track, I'll even get us some snacks." He coaxes.
The little alarm bell was ringing shrilly in your head again telling you it was a bad idea, the whole thing was too familiar, that there was no way you'd be able to just hang out with Eddie.
"What kind of snacks?" You ask with a small smile, effectively chucking the alarm out the window.
"Whatever you want princess." He grins broadly.
"Red Vines, none of that Twizzler shit."
"Done."
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Oblivious Eddie
This is kind of the opposite of @ladykailitha's current story. It turned out a lot longer than I anticipated lol. Featuring the screaming match that you guys voted on! I hope you guys like it and please share your thoughts in the comments!
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Steve was at his wit’s end. Things were now back to normal in the summer after the supernatural happenings of the Upside Down in the spring. The older teens had graduated from high school (Eddie included), the younger kids were off at camp or work or rehab respectively, and Steve was working his usual shift at Family Video. 
He was alone today since Keith was out of town on vacation and Robin was touring the campus at Indiana State. He was bored out of his mind. The entire day, he’d had a mere four customers with plenty of time to rewind the returned tapes, organize the shelves in a way Robin would hate, and take a variety of magazine quizzes. He now knew that his spirit animal was a golden retriever, Tom Cruise would date him for his personality, and that his zodiac sign would find fortune in the next month. 
However, if something interesting didn’t happen in the next ten minutes, he was going to do something drastic like pull his hair out or something. As the minutes ticked on, he started getting worried. Steve prided himself on being a man of his word and he made a decision which meant he had to stick to it. But did it count if it was a thought to himself? Would he have to pull his hair out by the clump to prove a point to his own brain? Maybe he-
His spiral was cut off by the jingle of the door’s bell. Steve let out a sigh of relief, “Welcome to Family Video, is there anythi- Eddie! Hey man, what’s up?”
Eddie had gotten a part-time job at Thatcher Tire and was trying to bring in some money from work of the legal variety. He said it was time to make money like an honest man and develop the good habits of the working class. Steve thinks that Hopper threatened him about the drug dealing and Eddie had no choice but to abide by his rules because he was the one who cleared his name in the media and with the cops. Either way, Eddie should be at work but instead he was walking straight towards Steve with a swish to his hips. 
“Heya Big Boy, guess what.”
“What?” Steve asked in curiosity. He didn’t know what would make Eddie so happy but his face was nearly splitting with the force of his beaming grin. 
“I got a call from a concert venue in Indy and they want Corroded Coffin to perform! They said that my notoriety from Spring Break could work as publicity and bring in more people. They want us to play this weekend!” Eddie was practically jumping up and down in excitement. 
Steve hopped the counter in order to envelop Eddie in a hug, “congratulations man! What did the kids say? Are they excited for you too?”
Eddie pulled back slightly, just enough to place his hand on Steve’s shoulder and look him in the eye whilst pulling a strand of hair from its position stuck in his mouth. “The kids? I don’t know, I came directly here to tell you.”
The comment in Eddie’s earnest tone caused butterflies to flutter in Steve’s stomach. He wanted to tell him first? That’s so sweet. Then he shook his head, it wasn’t sweet. It was just a dude telling his bro some exciting news. That’s all. 
“They’re going to be thrilled, Eds! You’re going to do great, I wish I could see it.” 
“That’s kinda why I’m here. Would you, Steve Harrington, do me the honor of watching me perform the most metal concert ever in a dingy venue in Indy this weekend? I’ll be honest with you, I’m a little nervous and having you there would make me really happy.” Eddie looked at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster, trying to persuade Steve to go. And honestly, he didn’t even have to. As soon as he had told Steve about the gig, his mind started thinking over blackmail he could use to get Keith to cover his shift. 
But, as he looked into Eddie’s pleading eyes and pouty lips, all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss him. Which… what the fuck?! Steve wasn’t gay, he liked boobies! He still liked boobies! But now he thinks he liked the picture of Tom Cruise in the magazine from earlier and maybe Matthew Broderick on the movie poster over there and definitely Eddie, fuck. Steve needed to have a mental breakdown, STAT. 
“Fine, yes, I would be honored to go with you. Now, get out of here and tell the kids. They’re going to be thrilled,” Steve said as quickly and nonchalantly as he could muster in the face of his fast-approaching sexuality crisis. 
“Yay! Thanks Stevie, I swear you’re going to love it. I’ll see you tomorrow for movies and beer at mine, right?” Eddie asked over his shoulder while walking to the door. 
Steve felt like he was being strangled as he watched Eddie’s ass walking away, “yep, I’ll be there. See you later, Alligator!”
The second Eddie’s van drove out of the lot, Steve was rushing to lock the door and turn the closed sign. He needed to have a breakdown in peace. He slid down the wall of the disgusting Family Video bathroom and let the pent up sobs explode out of him. He knew he was freaking out over nothing but he couldn’t help it. It felt like in the few minutes it took for Steve to realize he liked guys, his entire world had changed. He was an outsider now, a queer, a freak. Deep down, he knew there was nothing wrong with being gay. Love is love. But why him?
Honestly, this wasn’t the worst thing he’d gone through. Yeah, he couldn’t be open with his love for another dude without being targeted which sucked. But he fought literal monsters with a bat and came out of it relatively unscathed. So this obviously wasn’t the end of the world. 
Steve tried to think of what Robin would say in this moment but couldn’t come up with anything. He felt a rush of irrational anger at her because of it. Why did she choose to tour a college campus now? She was already planning on leaving him behind and now she missed his crisis when she was supposed to be there with him? Ridiculous, some platonic soulmate she was. 
After another several minutes of freaking out, he started to calm down. This wasn’t an awful thing despite his initial thoughts. He knew Eddie was gay after one two many beers and a miniature freak out on Eddie’s part. And he knew his friends should be okay with it. And Eddie was amazing, they went through the same things, and they’ve bonded over their matching bat scars. Looking back, maybe that’s why Steve hasn’t been able to get a girlfriend in months… because he like-likes Eddie!
A plan started to form in Steve’s mind. He was going to woo Eddie and show him what it would be like to have the full ‘Steve Harrington Dating Experience’. He’d flirt, take him on dates, the whole shebang. And when Eddie inevitably fell for him, they could be boyfriends. With the plan in mind and the crisis averted, Steve left the bathroom, opened the door to the shop, and continued plotting for the rest of his shift. 
This would be a piece of cake. 
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This was much harder than Steve had originally anticipated. He did not consider how utterly unobservant Eddie was or how oblivious Eddie would be to his affections. Steve had been flirting with this fucking guy for a month now and he was no closer to making him his boyfriend. 
He’d started smooth the night after his breakdown when he and Eddie watched movies and smoked weed in his trailer. Steve had given Eddie a compliment on his outfit, brought beers, and rested his arm on his shoulder during one of the scarier movies. What did Eddie do? Nothing! Steve thought he might’ve seen the barest hint of a blush when he wrapped his arm around him but it was gone before he could check to make sure. So he vowed to spend more quality time with him to be more obvious. 
The next time was at Eddie’s concert. Steve drove Eddie’s van with Eddie and the rest of the van the entire way to Indy. During the drive. They kept up conversation about metal music, summer plans, and the kids. At one point of the drive, Steve straight up grabbed Eddie’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Eddie didn’t even break his train of thought and continued speaking, rubbing his thumb along Steve’s knuckles. Steve couldn’t even focus on listening as if Eddie’s thumb rubbing circles didn’t make Steve want to stick his fingers in his mouth. Physical touch was also not affecting his guy. 
He tried words of affirmation next and those didn’t work either. His flirts initially started small. He would compliment Eddie’s clothes, his hair, or the things he liked. Then they escalated to comment on his character, his personality, and ‘how adorable he was’. Yesterday, Steve literally told him that his ass looked great in his black jeans but would look better out of them. That statement made Eddie’s jaw drop and he let out a loud guffaw before continuing his conversation like Steve hadn’t just implied that he wanted to see his bare ass. Son of a bitch. 
He was trying out acts of service when Eddie called him out. Steve had been doing the dishes at the Munson trailer while he waited for Eddie’s shift to end when he came in. And he came in hot. He slammed the door behind him and waved his hands around in flailing outrage. 
“Harrington, what the actual fuck! What are you even doing? You’re so fucking confusing!” He screamed as he saw Steve scrubbing at a stain on a white cutting board. 
Steve whipped around to look at him and narrowed his eyes. He was the confusing one? He’d been flirting with this dumbass nearly every day for a month and getting nowhere. “I’m confusing? That’s rich coming from you.”
Eddie blinked in shock before his lips pulled back in a snarl. “First of all, nothing about me is rich. Second of all, yes it’s you that’s confusing! You’ve been fucking flirting with me for weeks and no you’re doing my uncle’s dishes! That’s confusing.”
“Why is it confusing? I’m doing the dishes because you weren’t home yet and I needed something to do. I’m flirting with you because I like you. What’s confusing?” Steve was legitimately confused at this line of questioning and he really didn’t understand why Eddie was yelling. 
“You like me? Newsflash- you’re straight. You’re the straightest person that I have ever met. I don’t know why you keep flirting with me or what angle you’re trying to play here but I’m not interested in being your experiment, Harrington.” Eddie yelled at him, his finger pointing at Steve accusingly before moving to hug himself in self-comfort.   
Steve saw his discomfort but elected to act defensively and yell back at him. “I’m not straight, I never said I was and you never asked! I like both and it’s really shitty of you to try and tell me who I like when you have no idea what’s going on!”
Eddie opened his mouth to talk but Steve plowed on, “your whole schtick is nonconformity and sticking it to the fucking man but you draw the line at me liking guys and girls? Maybe I don’t like you as much as I thought I did. You’re obviously just as rude and judgmental as everyone else. And you’re welcome for the dishes, fucker.”
Eddie grabbed his arms as he went to move past. “Harrington, Steve, Stevie. I’m sorry, please just listen to me. Steve!”
Steve jerked his head to the side to glare at him. “What?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you or not be appreciative of you washing our fucking dishes. I just, I didn’t know you liked both and I was losing my mind the past few weeks because I couldn’t figure out if you were flirting with me or if it was just you being a good friend or if you were playing a prank or something. I’m sorry and I do appreciate you,” Eddie was biting his lips nervously and his hand was still wrapped around Steve’s upper arm. He looked earnest and like he genuinely regretted his actions. 
Steve sighed, “I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”
“I’m not uncomfortable! I was just really confused and I didn’t know what was happening. But uh, I like you too.”
Steve’s eyes met Eddie’s. “You do?”
“Hell yeah, man. You were my gay awakening in middle school. That’s why I’ve been so frustrated this past month. I didn’t know if I was imagining it or if I actually had a shot,” Eddie chuckled. 
Steve stepped closer to him and put his hand on the back of Eddie’s neck. “You definitely have a shot.”
And then, Steve pulled Eddie’s face closer to his own and their lips smashed in a kiss. Eddie groaned as their teeth gnashed in the bruising kiss. When they finally pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and breathed in the same air. Steve whispered, “you were my gay awakening too.”
Eddie’s answering cackles were so loud, Max came over to tell them to shut the hell up. She got a free front-row seat to their liplock and let out a scream so high-pitched that the window glass quivered before running back to her trailer. On the bright side, they wouldn’t have to come out to the kids.
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