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hairmetal666 · 11 months

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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.

"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."

"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"

Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"

"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."

"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."

Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."

"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."

"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.

Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.

For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"

"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."

"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"

"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"

"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."

The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.

---

They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.

"You're on time," he says.

Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."

"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."

"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.

"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"

They start with dice, with a character sheet.

"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.

He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."

"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."

"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.

"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."

"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."

"Migraines?"

"Head trauma."

"Byers?"

"And Hargrove."

"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.

"Hit me in the head with a plate."

"What the fuck."

"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."

Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.

"We've been through some shit together."

"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."

"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."

"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."

"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"

"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.

"Completely," Steve admits.

"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."

---

They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.

It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.

It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."

"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"

Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."

"But--"

"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.

Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."

"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.

---

Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.

It doesn't.

Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.

"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.

Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."

"Can I do anything?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry?"

"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"

"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.

"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.

"Yo--you did?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.

"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."

"Shut-up," Steve laughs.

"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.

The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.

"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.

"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.

"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.

"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.

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transvampireboyfriend · 1 year

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Had this “Steve only hates impersonal nicknames” idea in my notes for a while and then after seeing @cholvoq ‘s wonderful art I had to turn it into a real thing for Valentine’s Day. This is 2.4k, i’m SO sorry edit: you can now read this on ao3 :)

Eddie’s a nickname guy. It’s always Dusty this and Gare-Bear that and JeffJeff here and Bobbie there and it’s Mikey and Maxxii and Nance-pants and Johnny and… big boy?

Him being a nickname guy makes it near impossible to hide his crushes. Thankfully, Steve had been really cool about it. Sure, he seemed a little stunned, but Eddie still had all his teeth in place by the end of that interaction, so he had called that a win.

He hadn’t known then that Steve was… different. Or he was starting to see it but what he thought was shocking then had really been just the tip of the iceberg. He hadn’t expected Steve to be nice. Or funny, or caring, or protective, or understanding.

He had learned all of that after everything. During chats on Hellfire nights while the kids cleaned up after themselves, during hangouts at the diner with Robin and Nancy, during Saturday afternoons when he went to pick out a movie only to end up talking with Steve, their conversation flowing until it was cut short by Steve’s shift ending.

After some time, Eddie had gotten to know Steve even more during long weekday nights when one came over to bring the other something they left behind, or to share a record, or to demand the beers the other owes or to show the other a stupid article in a stupid magazine only to end up making dinner together and watching a movie afterwards.

They stopped making excuses about two weeks ago.

Eddie had asked “do youuu… wanna come over?” on Saturday night, while nervously twirling his keys as Steve locked the front doors of the Family Video.

The evening chill had cut right through Eddie’s leather jacket as his keys clanged against his rings. But Steve had nodded with a smile and asked “pizza?” on their way to their cars, and Eddie had forgotten all about the cold.

Point being, Steve had been just fine with ‘big boy’ when it happened. Eddie’s a nickname guy. Him and Steve are hanging out more now, and so, Eddie’s been calling him more nicknames. Some of them are very intentional, others come completely without thinking, and it turns out, Steve takes issue with a few of them.

The first time it happens, Eddie’s underneath his van trying to get the damn thing to cooperate, the recent winter was tough on it, and it keeps dying out on him.

Steve sits nearby perched on a little stool, wearing his Family Video vest since he came by right after finishing his morning shift to see if they could make plans for lunch. Eddie suggested they grab something at the diner if and when he finally gets the van to start back up and Steve had agreed to wait.

He’s been telling Eddie about tonight’s basketball- game? match? super bowl? Is there such a thing as the major leagues of basketball? Eddie’s not sure, but he adores the sound of Steve’s voice and he’s kind of invested in the drama of players switching teams and retiring and whatever else Steve wants to tell him about. So, he’s been listening, not really bothering with asking for clarification for what he doesn’t understand yet. He’ll figure it out as they go.

He's blindly patting the floor around his legs for his rag, when he feels Steve put it right in his hand.

Eddie’s relieved. "Thanks, bud!" he says, the nickname just rolling off his tongue effortlessly, no meaning attached.

It gets kind of quiet all of a sudden. After about five seconds of Steve not talking, Eddie comes out to check on him, and finds him frowning at his legs.

"Don't call me ‘bud’" Steve requests, looking up at his face, his tone just a tad harsh. Eddie would think he ran into King Steve if he didn't know any better.

As it is, Eddie gets Steve probably thinks the nickname is childish or patronizing, so he doesn’t think twice of it, just gets a little sheepish and says "sorry, Stevie".

Steve smiles at that, a little cocky. He does his little mean girl shaking his head thing like he just got exactly what he wanted. Eddie feels his face twist a bit in confusion, but he likes it when Steve gets a little mean so he doesn't say anything about it and just dives back under his van as Steve resumes their conversation.

The second time it happens, they’re outside the supermarket. The kids shot out of the van as soon as it rolled to a stop, Steve calling out a warning after them while still listening to Eddie explain why Star Wars and Star Trek are actually very different but really good in their own way. Their conversation carries on as they hop out of the van, lock up and walk to meet at the front.

“I’m telling you, Star Trek is great. You would love it,” Eddie says, “you just have to give it a chance”.

Steve rolls his eyes at him, but Eddie can see his smile.

“Ok, alright,” Steve answers, “you can show me tonight then”, it’s almost too nonchalant. Eddie has to hide his grin.

Steve’s been suggesting they hang out more and more lately, and he can’t help but feel a bit hopeful. They clearly enjoy each other’s company, their time together is never dull, Steve seems to be really comfortable around him and maybe, just maybe…

“Should we get beers then?” Eddie asks, excited at the prospect of some more time alone with him. They haven’t had a weeknight hangout since Eddie fixed his van last week. He kinda misses the very specific color of Steve’s eyes in the Harringtons’ yellow living room lamplight.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his eyes get soft in a way Eddie only started noticing a couple of weeks back, “we can watch it at my place” he adds. Eddie thinks he definitely hasn’t seen him look at anyone else like that.

To shake himself out of the spell of the prettiest boy he’s ever met making the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen at him and ONLY him, Eddie grabs Steve by the wrist and starts marching them towards the supermarket’s front doors.

Without thinking, Eddie says "c'mon man," as they go.

Steve, who started easily following him (like he always does these days), suddenly stops in his tracks. Eddie gets pulled back and almost stumbles on top of Steve. He'd get flustered if Steve wasn't frowning at him like he’d just said the most insulting thing he’d heard this month.

"Don't call me ‘man’" Steve says. Eddie feels his eyebrows raise a bit.

He debates asking why but doesn't question Steve in the end. He’d rather offer understanding than judgement to him any day.

So, Eddie takes advantage of Steve's wrist in his hand, and squeezes there a bit, says "I'm sorry sweetheart" sincerely, looks into Steve's eyes so he can see Eddie means it.

Steve blushes a bit then, not really used to the nickname yet, Eddie just got the balls to start using it last week. Eddie himself is not really used to seeing Steve blush, and at something he says? It’s too much power for one metalhead.

But he gets distracted from Steve’s blush because it happens again, Steve basically preens like a peacock once Eddie switches nicknames. Looks smug, like he has Eddie wrapped around his finger and well, Eddie guesses he does, so, no arguments there either.

He just smiles back at Steve, really, has no other choice, it’s not like he can control how he reacts to the most gorgeous fucking face the universe could ever come up with. But he tugs him along again, Steve happily following this time.

The next time it happens, Steve’s leaning against his kitchen island, with Eddie leaning across from him against the counter.

The party is watching a movie in the Harringtons’ living room and at some point, Eddie got up to get himself another soda, Steve not so subtly followed after him, taking the empty popcorn bowls to the sink. He struck up a conversation and there they stayed.

Eddie’s been turning the small gesture around and around in his head. Clearly Steve’s not shy about seeking him out, and he’s obviously good with the party knowing, which means a hell of a lot because those are Steve’s people, that’s his family.

Eddie’s honestly running out of excuses to not ask him out. Seeing him reaching out to bump his sneaker against Eddie’s boot when he says something funny, laughing just a little too hard at Eddie’s dumb joke; seeing his eyes widen a bit when Eddie compliments him; seeing him notice when Eddie is holding back from talking too much, and not letting it go until he thinks Eddie’s shared all of his opinions on the subject; Eddie thinks maybe he can be brave, when it comes to Steve.

And this week might be the perfect time.

Here they are still, the movie long ended and several easy conversations floating from the living room to the kitchen, where they’re still engrossed on their own.

“I mean I taught the kid how to do his hair for god’s sake!” Steve is saying, Eddie’s laughing easily, and he has a slight suspicion Steve’s acting way more annoyed than he really is because he knows Eddie dies laughing every time Steve roasts the kids.

“Just, if he’s gonna give me hair advice, he should work on that goddamn tone. At the Very Least.” Steve finishes, Eddie giggling all the while at his Annoyed Mom tone.

"Yeah, dude!" Eddie agrees, wanting to egg him on, but Steve's face suddenly falls and whatever remark Eddie had locked and loaded just fades away.

Eddie blinks perplexed; he’s getting déjà vu.

Steve frowns at him, says "Don't call me ‘dude’".

It’s eerie, only he sounds a bit annoyed this time.

Eddie thinks, maybe someone called Steve ‘dude’ before in an unpleasant way, so he doesn't pry. Instead, he takes the chance to call him a nickname he likes more, and says "Sorry, pretty boy", his heart fluttering in the milliseconds he has to wait for Steve’s reaction.

And it happens one last time: Steve absolutely beams at that one, his smile so bright it makes Eddie want to jump in place.

He leans further back on the counter returning the smile, not noticing the common thread in Steve’s reactions to him switching nicknames.

But then the glint in Steve’s eyes suddenly brightens a dim corner of Eddie’s brain. He gets this feeling that reminds him of a perfectly set up riddle or finding that one perfect note for his latest song. It’s like everything suddenly just makes sense.

Eddie feels realization dawn on his face as he pushes himself off the counter to walk right into Steve’s personal bubble, grabs both of Steve's hands.

"Steve" Eddie says, not even caring that he sounds like the name is dripping in honey when it comes out of his mouth. With how sweet Steve is, it might as well be.

Steve just looks at him a little stunned, but doesn't say anything. Eddie draws circles in the back of his palms to reassure him.

"Why don't you want me to call you ‘dude’?" Eddie asks, trying to find out if this whole thing is what he thinks it is.

Steve looks down at their joined hands,.

"You call Nancy that sometimes..." Steve mumbles.

His answer would sound inconsequential to the unsuspecting, certainly would have to Eddie as late as last week, but Eddie thinks he’s finally getting it, and he hums his understanding.

"How ‘bout ‘man’?" he asks

Steve replies "You call Robin that sometimes..." his eyes still on their hands.

Eddie nods his agreement.

"I call everyone those things" he points out.

Steve agrees. "Exactly" he says, finally looking at him again, sounding annoyed and confirming Eddie’s suspicions.

Eddie feels his face split into a smile. He wants to grab Steve’s beautiful freaking face and just plant one on him.

"Can I still call you sweetheart?" he ventures instead. The nickname brings the hint of a smile to Steve's face but then he seems to realize something not so pleasant.

"Do you call someone else ‘sweetheart’?" Steve asks in return.

"No one" Eddie says, shaking his head, his tone vehement.

"Then yes" Steve finally answers. Eddie's heart wants to beat right out of his chest.

He interlocks their fingers to ground himself, Steve looks down at their hands and smiles at the sight.

"So, you don't want me to call you something I call someone else?" Eddie states, more than asks, calling Steve’s eyes back to his again.

"Anyone else" Steve confirms, holding his gaze.

Eddie lets out a small shuddering exhale and feels his heart fluttering in his throat, he really cannot believe this boy.

"Steve" Eddie drawls, dripping in honey again, his hands coming up to cradle Steve's face because he really can't resist anymore "Sweetheart" he says.

Steve's eyes grow a little wide and he starts blushing so much that Eddie can feel it in his palms.

"Steevieeee" Eddie sinsongs, squeezing Steve's face a bit "Pretty boy" Eddie calls him. Steve just keeps looking at him and a small smile blooms in his pretty, pretty face.

"Would you let me take you out to dinner this Friday?" Eddie finally asks him, his fingers curling to the back of Steve's head to play with his hair there. Steve's eyes get even wider.

" 's Valentine's this Friday" he points out. Eddie knows.

"Mmhm. Want you to be my Valentine." Eddie tells him, tugs his hair gently, "How's that sound?" he asks, bold in a way he never has been before. Steve blushing does things to him.

"Sounds nice" Steve answers. He smiles and nods while his hands hook on Eddie's belt loops.

"Then it's a date?" Eddie asks, trying not to sound too eager. He thinks he fails spectacularly but Steve beams and pulls him in to kiss his cheek.

"It's a date" Steve tells him, his breath ghosting on Eddie's cheek and making him shiver.

Steve pulls back, lets go of Eddie’s belt loops and tugs on a strand of his hair gently, smiling like the cat that got the cream as he walks back out into the living room.

Eddie’s gonna make this the best Valentine’s Day date Steve has ever been on.

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yournowheregirl · 1 year

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one hand, one heart

tw: mention of HIV/aids crisis and the general blatant (sometimes violent) homophobia of the 1980s

steve harrington loves musicals.

it’s something he inherits from his mother, something he always shared with her while growing up and his father is at work. she puts on hello dolly! on vinyl and sing along as she cooks, or my fair lady as she cleans out her closet, or the king and i as she does her morning crossword.

steve doesn’t really get the songs at first, but his mother is patient with him, explaining the stories and characters of every musical and replaying his favorite songs when he asks and soon enough, steve finds himself singing and dancing alongside his mother, knowing each and every word.

one night west side story is on tv and his mother allows him to stay up late since his father is away again. they’re huddled on the couch together, throw blanket in their laps and hot cocoa on the coffee table and steve can’t tear his eyes away from the screen. the costumes, the songs, the dancing, he just can’t look away, it’s all so pretty.

the movie gets a bit scary at times. during the big fight scene, he squeezes his eyes shut and ducks away into the safety of his mother’s arms and when tony dies at the very end, there are tears rolling down his face. his mother tries to tell him that it’s just a story but steve knows one thing for certain now.

it’s dangerous to love someone who’s different.

as steve grows up, his mother seems to have less and less time for him - now suddenly joined at her husband’s hip as he goes away on business trips - and their movie musical moments slowly fade away. but it’s fine, steve is at that age that people no longer find it cute when you know every word to don’t rain on my parade. no, when he tells people that, they look at him funny and whisper something that he can’t quite make out.

so he stops talking about musicals all together.

(he still listens to certain albums when he finds himself coming home in the big, empty harrington house once again. it’s comforting, almost like he’s hugging his mother again, but not quite as warm).

he hides his love for musicals throughout most of high school. doesn’t even try out when the drama department is doing a rendition of bye, bye birdie, no matter how much he actually wants to. laughs and lies when tommy finds the sunday in the park with george album in the living room, saying the housekeeper must’ve misplaced it. acts all tough and aloof when nancy asks him to watch grease together, even though he’s watched it four times already.

with all nightmares he gets during year after year of somehow surviving all that upside down bullshit, steve once again turns to musicals when he can’t sleep. usually it’s just a mixtape he made, consisting of his favorite songs that’ll sing him to sleep like a lullaby. but when the nightmares are particularly bad, he drags his duvet all the way downstairs, settles down on the couch and rewatches the sound of music until his eyes start to burn.

no one knows about it. not even robin, even though steve think she might suspect a thing after he suddenly knew exactly who julie andrews was. and he had planned to keep it that way, until one night when he finds himself on the couch once again but this time, in the company of eddie munson.

never in his life would steve have imagined that eddie munson would be one of his closest friends, but stranger things have happened. like dragging eddie’s lifeless body through the literal gates of hell and watching how he miraculously recovered from his near-fatal injuries.

but it’s more than friendship at this point and steve is well aware of that. others may think of him as oblivious but he knows himself. he recognizes that fluttery feeling in his stomach, he felt it dozens of times before. he notices the way his face heats up when eddie calls him sweetheart and lets his hands linger a second longer than necessary.

he knows damn well that he’s crushing on eddie munson and it scares him half to death.

it’s movie night and they’re on the couch together. eddie is flipping through the channels when steve notices a very familiar scene.

“wait, no. go back.” he says, gesturing towards the tv. eddie looks confused but complies anyway, until the opening scene of west side story appears on screen again.

“you wanna watch this?” eddie snorts.

“yeah. it’s good.”

“...right.”

steve is well aware that eddie is even more confused than before, but at least he doesn’t seem to question steve’s sudden interest in the movie. doesn’t tease him about it either, not when steve’s feet start tapping along to something’s coming all on their own and not even when he softly starts singing along to maria.

it gives steve enough confidence to lean in during gee, officer krupke, barely able to hold in his laughter. “twenty bucks say you pulled shit like this with hopper at least once.”

eddie rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway and steve thinks he’s just made easy money, only for eddie to retaliate during i feel pretty. “twenty bucks say you pull shit like this in the mirror at least once a week.”

“fuck off, man.” steve mutters, bumping their shoulders together in an attempt to hide the pink flush that’s spreading across his cheeks.

“no can do, stevie. that song is practically made for you.” eddie grins.

he doesn’t pull away after that. stays right there, glued to steve’s side for the remainder of the movie, which makes it all the more difficult for steve to focus on whatever’s happening on screen.

it’s a good thing steve knows this movie by heart already because it quickly becomes virtually impossible to focus on anything other than eddie when he notices eddie’s hand moving closer and closer towards him on the couch. and as soon as he feels eddie’s pinky finger curling around his own, steve’s pretty sure his brain goes static at the mere feeling of eddie’s calloused fingers against his skin.

now, it has been said that steve is the bravest one out of all of his friends - always throwing himself in danger headfirst to protect the others - but steve can still feel his heart beating in his throat as he lifts his palm and links his and eddie’s hands together. it shouldn’t be as scary as facing a demogorgon, but it’s still the most courageous thing he’s done in a long time.

with one small, almost insignificant movement, steve can suddenly feel eddie’s eyes on him. feels his gaze burning into his skin, though he doesn’t have enough courage anymore to look back at him. instead, he lets outs a shuddering breath and tries to pay attention to the story again.

and even though holding eddie’s hand seemed scary at first, steve soon comes to the conclusion it’s the best decision he’s made in a logn time because it’s just so fucking nice. their hands fit perfectly together and it gives him something to hold onto. an anchor of some sorts to get through the last few emotional scenes of the movie.

eddie’s hand keeps him grounded, keeps him from bursting into tears when tony dies like he did the first time he watched it with his mom. still, that scene does something to him. hits him right in the gut and he can feel himself stiffen as maria finds tony’s lifeless body on the ground. eddie must notice it too, because he squeezes steve’s hand a little tighter, runs his thumb across steve’s knuckles, helps him stay in the moment.

not much later, the credits appear on the screen and steve knows he no longer has an excuse not to look back at eddie. he takes a deep breath and glances to his left and- yup, grave mistake because eddie’s gaping at him, with his dark doe eyes even bigger than usual.

still, steve can’t look away, even though the silence between them stretches longer than it should be. he should say something. anything. ask if he wants something to drink. if he wants to watch another movie. if he-

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“can i kiss you?”

steve just blinks at him, a response of any kind dying on his tongue. fear creeps up on him - what if he’s dreaming, what if eddie doesn’t mean it, not in the way steve wants him to, what if-

but he was brave before, he can be brave again. he meets eddie’s eyes and nods, trusting his body just enough to take over and say what his words can’t.

as soon as he feels eddie’s lips pressed against his own, steve is hyper-aware of every sensation - the lingering taste of diet coke, the slight stubble on his chin, the loose curl that brushes against his cheek. he almost feels like he’s floating, like the fluttering feeling in his stomach has lifted him up and transported him to a world where it’s just eddie and his lips gliding in synch against his own and it feels so, so good.

okay, screw the hand holding - this is the best decision steve’s ever made.

as eddie moves closer and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, steve’s hand find its way to eddie’s chest. he lets it linger over eddie’s heart, almost as if he’s trying to make sure that this is really happening. that eddie is here and he’s alive and he’s kissing him.

it’s only their first kiss but steve decides then and there that he doesn’t want another day go by without kissing eddie. doesn’t want another go by without eddie in it, period.

fuck. this is more than just a crush, isn’t it? this is so much more than that. this is almost like love. this is... this is a lot.

and that’s when it hits him. the message that’s been burned into his brain ever since he saw west side story for the first time - that loving someone who is different is dangerous.

not because he plays a fantasy game that no one seems to understand. not because he listens to metal and sold drugs in his spare time. not because he got falsely accused of murder and the whole town looks at him with disdain.

it’s dangerous simply because it’s another guy.

steve’s not stupid. he reads the newspaper, he watches the news, he knows all about the protests and the hate crimes and the thousands of innocent people dying of a disease that no one seems to care enough about to help.

it’s terrifying to love someone when the entire world seems to be against you.

he doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he tastes the saltiness of his own tears and feels eddie pulling away from him. eddie’s eyes are filled with worry and that’s somehow enough to break steve, the tears just keep coming and coming with no end in sight.

“hey, hey, look at me.” eddie says softly, his hands gently cupping steve’s face. “did i do something wrong? what’s going on, baby?”

steve shakes his head, unable to form any words just yet. there are just tears and sobs and terrifying thoughts of what would happen to them if one of them- no, he doesn’t even want to think about that, it’ll only make him more upset.

“okay, take your time. i’m here.” eddie mutters. he presses a kiss to steve’s forehead, his hands never once leaving steve’s face.

the tears slowly but surely stop after that and steve somehow manages to regain control of his voice, even though it’s raspy and broken.

“it’s just... i just like you so much and it makes me so fucking scared. because what if...” he swallows the lump in his throat again, gasping for air. “what if we end up like them? what if we end up like tony and maria? it just takes one wrong move and we’re- you could- i can’t lose you, eddie.”

“then we’ll go somewhere safer. we’ll go to chicago, or new york, or, or, literally anywhere you wanna go where you feel safe.” eddie says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. his thumbs wiping away the tears on steve’s cheeks. “it’s like that movie said, y’know. ‘there’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us. peace and quiet and open air waits for us, somewhere.’”

steve’s eyes widen. he blinks once, twice, almost feeling speechless. “you know this musical?”

“i may have seen it before. i was in the drama club after all.” eddie shrugs, but when steve looks at him in disbelief, he sighs and adds: “okay, maybe i rewatched it because i was bored on a saturday once. it’s a good movie.”

“it really is.” steve nods, a small smile playing on his lips.

“we’re gonna be okay, y’know.” eddie assures him. “we survived literal hell, what’s a few bigots in comparison to that?”

steve nods, and as his tears are starting to dry, he’s finally starting to believe that that eddie means it. that he wants him, that he wants them, that he wants a future, together. and that might just be just enough reason for steve to lean back in again and kiss eddie with every ounce of his being, slow and warm and deep until all his worries float away and eddie is the only thing left on his mind.

(and later on, when eddie’s whimpering ‘steve’ over and over and over again, steve fully understands what tony meant when he sang that a name could almost sound like praying)

hi friends! it’s been a damn minute, i’ve been dealing with one hell of a writer’s block but this just appeared outta nowhere so i hope you enjoyed! thanks as always to @legitcookie & @sidekick-hero for their endless support as i went through the five stages of grief every time i attempted to write ilyyy <3

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #this started as a cute silly little headcanon about momma's boy steve #and then i watched west side story again and it just derailed from there #and then i got in my feels about being queer in the 80s #throws this at you and runs away #alice's writing adventures

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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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hey could you do some headcanons plus a little drabble about being bonten!haitani brothers little sister who's in her 3rd year of high-school??

mayhe she drops by to bonten headquarters sometimes when no one is at home and itd be so funny if she was also a raging feminist and talking back to her brothers (and maybe even the other members) if they make any sketchy comments (probably abt the prostitutes in bonten)

Aw Heck yeah I'll do this!

BUT!!! Please keep in mind that I never really watched tokyo revengers, so please bear with me. Anyways I'll try my best!!!

The feminine Haitani Feminist

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Scenario: You are Rika Haitani, the youngest sister of the Haitani, already in your third and hopeflully last year of high-school. Since you know of your two elder brothers daily activities, you visit them at their meeting with Bonten to scold them for not eating with you.

To say that you were angry was an understatement.

You were fuming at the sight of the dusty and dirty apartment you asked your brothers to clean up before leaving for school, but they never listened. Now, as you were heating up the soup you cooked the day prior to eat with your brothers, you called Ran.

"Hello, my sweet sister-" "Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am right now?! I told you guys to clean our home and you and Rindou just up and left!"

"Okay Rika, let's talk about that a little later-" "No, I'm coming over. I know that you two didn't eat shit the moment I left the house."

And after hanging up on him saying something mid-sentence, you turned off the stove and put the soup in metall containers and locking them securely.

It took you a while to get there but you could already make out the many familiar faces of the girls and women working there, and you greeted them all with a smile, but in your head you frowned.

They were doing a dirty job for even dirtier men.

As you knocked on one of the doors you frequented where your brothers were often in meetings, you opened the door after a silent "come in".

And as you were holding the two containers, you saw your two brothers, your frown deepening and Ran giving you uneasy smiles. Rindou frowned right back at you before looking back and forth between you and his older brother. "Rika, what brings you here?", the middle sibling asked dumbfounded, making you look at him.

It seemed like you didn't even aknowledge the other members' existence, because Mikey was looking at the scene unfolding him with a poker face and even though he might have gotten more depressed over the years, he didn't loose his love for drama, even if it was sibling bickering. It was something he couldn't have anymore. So he always watched with slight fondness and longing instead of interfering.

Haruchiyo Sanzu, Mikey's right hand man as he always dreamt, was looking at you with bewilderment, you interrupted his "king", after all. But seeing the man next to him look at you with something like...fondness? on his face, so Sanzu didn't dare to say anything, fearing that he'd get an angry Mikey like the time he beat up and shaved some Mikey-haters' hairs for Mikey's birthday.

"First off, I told you guys to clean up the apartment before I left for school, and second, you BOTH promised me that you'd eat lunch with me, so why didn't you guys hold your promise?!"

Kakucho was also looking at you, but with slight annoyance. 'Why was this little girl here again? And she just has to be the younger sister of the Haitani brothers, of all people'... Still, he was watching his mouth around Mikey.

"We're sorry Rika, we really didn't want to make you feel forgotten, it's just that-" "You guys were so busy talking about 'Bonten stuff' that you even forget to eat? Tell me, when was the last time you two ate something today?", you unterrupted, looking at your two elder brothers expectingly.

While the two brothers were looking in front of them in shame and you sighing in dissapointment while opening the still hot containers, Takeomi Akashi opened his mouth and letting his inferiority complex speak. "Jeez, letting yourself get belittled by your little sister sure is humiliating, huh? Why don't you tell her to shut her trap so that we can keep going with the meeting, Mikey?", his voice asked, smirking at you smugly while he stroked his ugly beard.

But, you were smiling. "Shutting my trap you say? And who are you to tell me that? Huh?", you asked, your voice bittersweet and your smile too forced. Mikey had a ghost of a smile on his lips, making Sanzu flinch and look at you in amazement.

The pink haired man didn't understand what you did to bring a smile to Mikey's lips, but he sure as hell wouldn't omplain about your sudden visits anymore.

Rindou and Ran were fuming in the meantime. "What did you just say?!", Ran asked, already standing up and Rindou was about to put on some gloves when you snickered and took one container.

"I'm just sayin', she just nags you guys around and brings you food, she might as well become a prostitute like the other women here."

Annndddd, that was the last straw.

As you walked over to him with the containers while staring at him menacingly, takeomi felt slight unease. Why was he feeling so nervous? Were you about to give him something to eat? But there is no spoon-

"AARHRGHRGRH SHIT, Fuck, You FUCKING BITCH!", he screamed as you flung the soup at him, giving him second degree burns, but your glare was ice cold.

There was a long moment off silence, when ignoring the tall man's cry of pain. Sanzu and Kakucho were glad they didn't open their mouths, and Kokonoi was looking at you with wonder in his eyes. Takeomi was at least a whole foot taller and at least ten times stronger than you, and still you had the guts to pour soup on him. You were a brave woman.

Mikey giggled and Sanzu wanted to call the ambulance upon hearing his leader laugh like a child. sanzu also might have gotten scared by your actions, unconsciously touching the scars on the corners of his mouth. Ran laughed his ass off and gasped for air while Rindou stared with an open mouth.

Meanwhile, you were putting the now empty container on the table the men were seated around at, and stepped closer to the guy who was now holding his face. "You know, I don't really like it when people talk about women like that. And do you wanna hear the fucking truth? There wouldn't be no prositutes if no man asked for it. And looking at you, talking about how I could become a prostitute -like the other women here- really makes my blood boil, y'know? Also, aren't you embarrassed for telling that a high-schooler? Let alone the younger sister of your collegues?"

Takeomi had trouble identifying you through the thick liquid threatening to also burn his eyes but when he opened on eye, he was met with a scary grimace of yours with your fist right next to it and in the next moment, he was out cold.

You sighed out before looking at Mikey and bowing in apology. "I'm sorry, Sano Manjiro, for my rude behaviour. I will take my leave now." "Stay. I hadn't had that much fun since I could last remember, Haitani. Please, make yourself comfortable."

And at that, you sat yourself down on Takeomi's stool and he got dragged away by some nameless underlings. Your brothers were giving you and their boss uneasy glances, not sure whether they should do or say something too. The other three conscious men, Kakucho, Kokonoi and Sanzu, were holding respective space from you, also swearing to not step too close to the women working in this facility.

"I'm craving Taiyaki...can someone order food?", Mikey chirped, making you giggle while you took out your phone. "Sure thing! And you two will eat too!", making your elder brothers nod eagerly.

Ran and Rindou didn't know that you could knock somebody like Takeomi out with a single punch, let alone fight.

They'd have to convince whoever was responsible for hiring women for their sinful needs should have a talk with them.

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HEY HEY HEY!!! I hope that was what you were looking for... I tried to make the characters fit their personalities as well but also not too long, because then it'd would have to be a longer story, and yeah. I also wanted Mikey to have a laugh in a while, poor baby. It was actually fun looking up the Bonten characters to be honest!

I hope I'll get more requests like these!

Read you in the next post!!!

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cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu · 1 year

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The story of how Mordred called Merlin mom and then proceeded to call Arthur dad and now he's adopted into the family – part 2

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"Sire, the outer walls need repairs but I believe a new design for better structure and materials..."

Mordred had stopped listening an hour ago, he noticed he wasn't the only one as he saw Sir Gwaine wiggling his eyebrows at Sir Elyan who was trying not to snort at Sir Gwaine's ridiculous facial; Sir Lancelot seemed to be one of the few attentively listening when the conversation was interrupted by the King.

"Sir Mordred, what are your thoughts of bridging the gap between Camelot and the druids?"

'What...? When did the topic change?! I should've paid attention!'

King Arthur stared expectantly at him, they all did even Merlin which at this moment made him nervous and just a tiny bit giddy of receiving his Lord's attention that he was bound to say something stupid.

He did in fact, said something stupid.

And utterly embarrassing that he yearned for a hole to magically appear and swallow him up.

"I believe Momlin, I mean mum, er no, uh Merlin can help because we druids would follow Emrys...did I say I'm a druid?"

King Arthur's eyes widened in surprise and as Mordred took a quick peek at Merlin, he saw how much paler his lord looked.

'Oh Goddess this is my fault! I've ruined everything!'

"Mom I'm so sorry. I meant Merlin, I didn't mean to say mom but it's a habit now, an internal one." He nervously chuckled.

Mordred could hear Sir Gwaine laughing probably, maybe he could help Sir Leon tomorrow provided he doesn't die from embarrassment or thrown in the dungeons perhaps.

Of course he's digging his own grave.

Hands clenching he blurted out more treasonous words.

"Forgive me mum—Merlin—Emrys my lord! It's just your magic is beautiful—"

Percival the gentle giant whispered sincerely to Gwaine, "I never knew Mordred was Merlin's son, Merlin must've had him at a young age."

Gwaine loving the drama added his own to it.

"I knew Merlin had experience in being a mother. How else would he have survived years being Arthur's manservant? Aren't mothers great!"

Gwaine grinned and relaxed in his chair, this roundtable meeting has turned out to be unbelievably interesting and enjoyable.

Elyan pitched forward, voice soft and curious.

"Since when did Merlin have magic? Is that how he gave birth to Mordred?"

Mordred prayed for a miracle or for something to shut himself up from blurting out more ridiculous sentences; he would also appreciate it if someone could stop the knights from theorising whether Merlin was his mother or not.

Because that would be impossible. Maybe. Who knows? Magic is natural and weird.

"—which in turn brings out your ethereal beauty, not that I'm flirting with you because that would wrong when I see you as a mom and uh..."

'ABORT! ABORT! STOP!' His brain tries to tell him however his mouth is running on automatic.

"Sir Mordred—" Arthur began to speak when Mordred turned to look stiffly at his King before words rushed out of his unreliable lips.

"Sorry dad...Er I meant—"

'WHAT IN THE AVALON POSSESSED HIM TO SAY THAT!?'

Mordred felt sick.

Literally he wanted to vomit out his guts because first he called Emrys his mother than outed himself as a druid and pretty much told everyone at the roundtable about Merlin's magic! Then he called the King, Arthur Pendragon, his father...in what realm of unfortunate situations and unbelievable events made him call the King his dad!?

He has to do something to salvage the situation and hopefully in Emrys eyes he could be forgiven, maybe King Arthur would forgive both of them.

'Think Mordred, think! What can I do to change this around!?'

For obvious reasons, Mordred's brain refused to think, therefore it spewed out whatever thought was in his mind at that very moment and vocalised it to the world, or at least to just everyone sitting round the table.

"I AM A SORCERER!"

♤To be continued♤

Part 1

#how Merlin became a mother lol #merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #cinnabon sweetroll tiramisu #bbc mordred #the knights of camelot #bbc arthur #merthur fanfic #mum merlin #dad arthur #sir gwaine #sir percival #the knights of the round table #king arthur #sir elyan #fanfic #merlin fanfiction

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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A Little Birdy Told Me 19

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Summary: Just another day at Gotham Academy, well, Damian wished it was. His acquaintances seem to like to make it anything but.

Damian was not having a good day despite his father’s wishes. For the record, he did try to have a good day, it’s not like he purposefully went into the school with the intent to not, but it seemed like any good luck he had had in the last couple of days (which wasn’t much mind you) ran out. The whispers were what had tipped him off to begin with, usually he could brush them off as nonsensical youth gossip and carry on but the stares coupled with the whispers put him a bit on edge. He hadn’t done anything to his knowledge to warrant the behavior he had observed when he walked in but he didn’t let it show that anything was amiss. He merely strode to his locker and dropped off his afternoon class books before shutting it and locking it swiftly. Damian had tried to be nonchalant about his locker in the beginning, but when it had been broken into in his first week he had been livid, and upgraded the security courtesy of Drake. Apparently some schoolmates just wanted a peek into the newest Wayne’s locker and see if there was anything damning they could use against his Father to sell to some tacky tabloid. Needless to say, he and his father had been less than amused and in Damian’s case, hopeful that he would not have to stay in the ridiculous establishment.

As he had said, luck was not on his side back then, so why would it be now?

“Oh our favorite and sometimes benevolent Ice Prince of Gotham Academy.” an annoyingly familiar voice sang out as the body it belonged to slumped against the locker next to Damian’s. “Have you heard the latest gossip, my liege?”

“Hardy. How many times have I told you I do not listen to drivel?” Damian replied in the most monotone voice he could pull-off. The one that made Drake throw pillows at him because he disliked how robotic it made him sound.

“Oh, of course, of course Milord. But…this “drivel” as you call it has to do with you.” Claude Hardy, active member of their drama club, well-liked, class clown and as always an avid gossiper told Damian. Damian didn’t talk to him a lot, or well, it was better to say he tried not to. With Hardy came Allegra Vogel: accomplished flutist, ballerina, the queen of gossip and his class’ president, Alan Lopez: writer, soccer player and like his friends Hardy and Vogel, a gossip and Sebastian Allaway: one of the school’s best track members and whose parents own and run The Cottage, the restaurant that replaced Bamonte’s Restaurant after Don Maroni died and The Maroni Family dissolved (assumedly). An odd group of…almost friends, more so associates maybe to him, he wasn’t sure yet if they were friends but Damian would admit they were entertaining at the least.

“Can you never just get to the point, Claude?” The newest addition to the friend group, and Damian’s associate circle asked dramatically. Damian’s gaze shifted to look over at Gotham Academy’s latest transfer Chloé Bourgeois. Nicknamed Queen Bee by the friend group, but Damian noticed she always smiled sadly when she was called that. Perhaps her friends noticed too because Queen Bee quickly shortened to just Queenie. Both nicknames were ridiculous if you asked Damian, he somewhat disliked nicknames. It was fine when Dick did it, because he did it out of affection, Jason did it to be a dick and Tim did it to be annoying. Well that was his theory in any case.

“You missed it too Queenie!” Hardy helpfully pointed out.

“Traffic was worse than usual but I’m not that late Drama King. English hasn’t even begun.” Bourgeois snarked back.

“Bourgeois has a point. The school day has barely begun, how have we missed anything vital?” Damian asked with a furrowed brow as he closed his locker and led the group in the direction of their English class.

“It’s sad how you both don’t get here early enough to socialize like proper socialites,” Hardy sighed dramatically before he perked up and looked at them with a glint in his eye. One Damian was not a fan of as it often painted trouble for him. “That class exchange thing, the one Damian’s father is funding, the class arrived the other day and oh boy was Headmaster Hammer not amused!”

Damian stiffened but kept walking, the news startled him but he was not going to let it show. He could not let anyone know he knew about the class already and especially not about Marinette. “Oh? I thought they were supposed to start next week? That’s what Father said. I would also like to point out that one cannot be late to gossip as I was not here to begin with.”

“Exactly. At least Wayne has brain cells that work.” Bourgeois teased.

“Are we teasing Claude?” And now another person was walking with them and Damian had to resist the urge to sigh loudly. It was too early to be this social.

“Don’t we always Allegra?” Bourgeois asked as though the answer was obvious which to be fair it was. The group did tease Claude an absurd amount, but he just made it so easy.

“Oh yes of course. How silly of me to forget.” The other blonde responded with a teasing laugh.

“Why are you guys so cruel? I’m just here, existing. I’m just a little guy.” Claude pouted.

“You are taller than us.” Damian pointed out a bit bitterly. He was of average height for his age but it seemed like a lot of his male classmates surpassed average in grade school.

“ANYWAY. Sir Ice Prince and Queenie, you both weren’t here on Friday-”

“I had an appointment, I told the group this on Thursday.” Bourgeois interjected.

“I didn’t want to leave Richard alone after what happened at Wayne Tower on Thursday so my father excused me from class.” Damian threw in, in some way it was the truth. Dick had been rather…wound up after the situation at the Tower and the run in with Brat Chat hadn’t helped anything. He may be playing it off but Damian knew his older brother well and he knew that Dick was holding everything in still. So it was no surprise that Dick was sticking around Marinette more than the rest of them. He was worried about the girl, that much was clear and it didn’t take a genius to guess it was because he felt responsible for her being Fear Toxined when he was there and able to do something, but the fact of the matter was there really wasn’t much he could have done. Dick was stubborn though and would continue to blame himself until Dupain-Cheng was safe or until Damian could beat sense into him. He had no problem exercising the second option. Dick was too hard on himself.

“That’s understandable. How is he doing?” Vogel asked softly.

“Better.” He replied honestly.

“I’m glad Dick is doing better, but you and Chloé really did miss one hell of an…interesting day.” Hardy continued. Damian merely hummed in response, he knew it was futile to try and argue that he was not interested because Hardy didn’t care. Or just didn’t believe him; either option was equally annoying. “Like I said, that French class the school is doing the exchange with arrived on Friday. Like the whole class. I can tell you guys now, they did not make a good impression on our dear schoolmates.”

“Oh…yeah…the class exchange. You said they’re French?” Bourgeois asked nonchalantly, though Damian could see her body stiffen as stutter as they walked before she collected herself.

“Yeah. I thought they’d be nice to speak with. Especially this small group that had been discussing music but…” Vogel scrunched her nose up, it made her distaste well-known. Though, Vogel was not one to hide how she felt to begin with so the expression wasn’t a surprise. Especially to Damian who had knowledge of the class already and he knew he wouldn’t like most, if not all of them. “Instead of telling me about their songs and band and such they only spoke about this girl in their class. I swear, you would think she was newly Sainted or the like with how they looked at her and talked about her. It was like experiencing a cult without actually being in the cult.”

“Oh yeah. It was some real Jim Jones’ shit.” Hardy readily agreed.

“Language.” Damian couldn’t help but quip. He was too used to telling Jason, Tim and Steph that so they would have to add to Alfred’s ‘Swear Jar.’

“And the teacher acted like their behavior was normal!” Hardy continued as though he hadn’t heard Damian. Brat. “She acted like they were perfect little angels.”

“It was disturbing.” Vogul shook her head.

“The teacher…” Bourgeois was inspecting her nails, feigning disinterest but Damian could see the subtle shake in her hand. “What was her name?”

“Why? Think it might be your old one Queenie?” Hardy asked with a smile but the twitch of his brows told Damian he was worried about the answer Bourgeois might give. “What are the chances of that?”

“Just- What was her name, Claude?”

“Uh, something with a ‘B.’”

“You’re beyond help Claude. How do you not remember?” Vogel asked.

“Look. In my defense, I don’t like her and I don’t pay attention to things I don’t like nor care for.”

“You’re horrible. Her name was Caline Bustier. Her class was supposed to be placed in ours but apparently now, that’s not even certain. I think I heard someone say Headmaster Hammer was not at all pleased with how they came in and demanded their schedules. I guess their class president was supposed to be present but she was not there. Word on the street and from the horse’s mouth is that she went missing after the whole Two-Face, Scarecrow situation at The Tower.” Vogel was as connected as ever. Damian was impressed she had all that info already given it had only been a few days since everything went down. Not to mention a weekend passed, which meant some of her sources were not available to talk with, or so Damian assumed. She probably had them all on speed dial for all he knew.

Another thing he observed? All of them looked at him like he had answers. He did, but he wasn’t going to say anything, it was for Marinette’s safety after all. So he sighed like he did best, “Even if I knew something, I wouldn’t tell you.”

They nodded. “Fair.” Hardy said with a shrug, he was used to those kinds of answers. He would have to be since he had been bugging Damian since he started at Gotham Academy.

Bourgeois had stopped walking and though he wanted to just head into the classroom, it was quite literally fifteen steps away from them and if he went ahead it would be incredibly rude to ignore whatever was bothering the girl. Alfred impressed upon him how a gentleman behaved and leaving Bourgeois in this situation was most definitely against Alfred’s teachings. As though the man himself was watching him, Damian stopped walking and barely held in his complaints. His grandpa was terrifying when he wanted to be, especially when it came to manners. Damian shuddered at the memories of Alfred’s etiquette training but managed to hide it as he turned to face Bourgeois who honestly looked close to passing out right there in the middle of the hallway. “Bustier?” She gasped.

“Chloe?” Vogel asked as she placed a hand on the other blonde’s shoulder.

“Oh my god, they are your old class.” It was a statement rather than a question from Hardy. The Style Queen Heiress’s reaction was all the answer they needed but she did give a stiff nod. The answer was…interesting to say the least but it also put Damian on edge. If that was her old class then she must have known about Lila Rossi, granted she had been at their school for about a year now but due to the family’s research, Damian knew the Lila situation had been going on for about four years. So Bourgeois had been in that class when it was happening, Damian knew the school sounded familiar, he just couldn’t remember why. He, of course, had done his own research into Chloé Bourgeois when she had been announced as the new transfer student but admittedly he hadn’t dug too far as Dick and Alfred told him that was not the way to make friends. He couldn’t help being cautious, it was a skill he had to learn very early in the League, so anyone new that came into his life he couldn't help but be suspicious of.

Honestly, he did the bare basics of a background research on Bourgeois that the fact he was being surprised by a fact he could have found out if it weren’t for ‘manners’ and ‘courtesy’, he would have found out about Bustier’s class before the exchange program was finalized. He could have prevented so many annoyances by arguing with his father about them. Though that would have meant never meeting Dupain-Cheng… he didn’t know how to feel about that. “We can speak about this after class. The bell is about to ring and I for one would rather not be counted late while I have the ability to be on time in mere steps.” Damian announces as he walked on, he would gather whatever information he could from Bourgeois at lunch, he had time.

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[LUNCH]

Chloé took a deep breath in to calm herself for what felt like the millionth time that day. Ever since she found out her former class was the one that won the spot for the Gotham Education Exchange she had felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest all day. She didn’t want to face them, she wasn’t ready to face them, ever since her move to Gotham Chloé had changed and she knew it was for the better. There was no Hawkmoth in Gotham, so no reason to not feel, and well, Jean-Claude made her go to therapy and though she found it ridiculous to begin with, she had to admit it did actually help if you put the work in. It was the end of collège for her when she realized just how absolutely miserable she was. Her parents’ fighting had gotten worse, her classmates were all sheep, she knew that before but she thought they had grown some kind of backbone when Marinette started standing up for herself but then that liar joined the class and things changed. It was terrifying to see just how fast everyone turned on the person they called their ‘Everyday Ladybug’. If they turned on her that fast, what would happen to Chloé?

What happened was nothing she hadn’t expected. Much like Dupain-Cheng she had been sent to the back, at first she had been there with Sabrina but by 4’eme* the redhead had left her. She had the mercy of not being targeted by some of the classmates “pranks” like Dupain-Cheng had been but no one spoke to her, no one acknowledged her unless they absolutely had to. Chloé had tried to get her dad to do something about it but that was when he and her mother’s fights started getting bad and they paid less attention to her. The only one who seemed to care what was happening to her was Jean-Claude, he tried to help as best he could but there was only so much he could do. She thought Mme Bustier would do something as she had always been on her side but when Chloé tried to complain she was hit with that good old infamous ‘good example’ bullshit. It was like a slap to the face. Usually hearing that would have brought a smug smile to her face because it wasn’t her getting that talk, she was the one who got her way and the others were supposed to be the ‘good examples’.

It threw her for a fucking loop is what it did and it sent her in a deep depression. She was so used to getting her way by throwing tantrums, throwing money or just in general throwing something someone’s way, then all of a sudden she couldn’t get her way by doing what she used to do and she was lost, utterly lost. Her mother and dad kept fighting, sometimes she expected it to get physical with how close both got to one another while shouting and maybe that was the one saving grace that never happened but she never wanted to see her mother throw her heels at her dad ever again. That was as physical as it had gotten and it scared her because one of those times one of the heels almost hit her when she tried to enter the room and beg them to stop fighting. That was the last time she tried. By her last year, 3’eme, they had at least taken to fighting with each other through their assistants and poor Jean-Claude in a ridiculous imitation of Mlle Sancoeur (she never did like when Chloé called her by her first name despite the fact she has known her since Chloé was in diapers.) But when they got lawyers involved they didn’t fight over one thing, one important thing, her.

No. She was thrown around like the shared house furniture trying to be divided, except where they argued about who kept what piece of furniture, they argued why the other should keep her. They did it with her in the room. It was then that she realized that neither of her parents’ really loved her, oh she always knew with her mother there was never any love, but when her dad didn’t fight for her? It hurt more than she cared to admit and that was the day of her final akumatization, Folk-Tail. From pictures she had seen her hair had grown down to her feet in its ponytail but it took on the likeness of a scorpion’s tail, her skin had turned gray but it looked like she had cried after just putting on mascara that was definitely not waterproof since she had black streaks starting from her eyes going down her face, she wore what she always imagined Princess Potentilla wore when she was made to live in the small house by her jealous mother and on top of her ponytail sat a crown of forget-me-nots. The tale of Princess Potentilla and Prince Narcissus had always been her favorite fairytale. It was no surprise that her akuma had been fairytale based since at that moment in time all she had wanted was for her life to be like the fairytales Jean-Claude had often read to her. She just wanted a happy ending.

Apparently her power was to assign roles to people, roles of famous fairy tale characters or creatures that she felt they reflected. Since she herself had been a sad reflection of Potentilla, her father was of course King Cloverleaf and her mother Queen Frivola. Those she did not personally know were given basic roles like a villager or the like. She had gotten to most of her class given they were hanging out at the park that day in celebration of their last year of collège. It was no surprise that she found out Lila had been turned into the Big Bad Wolf, what did surprise her was that she had hit Dupain-Cheng and the girl had become Melinette, the helpful, powerful fairy from her favorite story. It shouldn’t have been so surprising and yet it was. It was after she had been defeated that she reflected on it all, her akuma had been surprisingly truthful with what she herself felt but was too scared to acknowledge. Her father was only interested in what had his attention like the glory of being Mayor and his true love running his hotel much like King Cloverleaf loved being King but only because it gave him the means to hunt to his full pleasure. Her mother was a vain woman who cared too much about her reputation much like Queen Frivola who thought herself the most beautiful woman and threw the most lavish balls but when she saw the beauty of her daughter, she hid her from the kingdom out of jealousy. She had no Prince Narcissus. Yet she had Marinette, determined, helpful, kind Marinette who was very much like Melinette, the fairy who raised the Prince.

If she had hit Hawkmoth with her ‘tail’ he for sure would have been Grumedan the Evil Enchanter. It was that akumatization and everything else going on around her that made her snap. She didn’t want to be like her mother or her father. Hell, she had spent so many years trying to be like her mother in an attempt to get the woman to just get her name right! Chloé didn’t even know who she really was but she wanted to find out and she knew that wouldn’t happen in Paris. She broke down to Jean-Claude about it all, she cried for the first time in a long time, she didn’t care if she got akumatized again, she wanted to cry, she needed to cry. That was when Jean-Claude took charge, he yelled at her parents, demanded a meeting with them and the lawyers outside of Paris because he knew emotions would be high and he demanded parental rights over Chloé. In some ways it shocked her and at the same time it didn’t because he was always the one taking care of her. He wanted her. He cared for her. Chloé had zoned out after his demand because she was just so overwhelmed, someone actually wanted her; she missed the fight and following negotiations. Since her parents didn’t want to take care of her Jean-Claude would be her parent, they wouldn’t change her name since Jean-Claude fully expected her parents to still provide for her.

Oh she knew they fought that with everything they had but Jean-Claude told her after the fact that he essentially blackmailed them. If they provided for her by sending money to her and Jean-Claude after their move and if they kept her as their heir for their respective businesses until she was old enough to decide if she wanted to take over either business, then he wouldn’t go to the media with some illegal stuff he knew had gone on and absolute neglect the put their child through. They folded quickly since there was nothing more important to Audrey and André Bourgeois than their reputations. Before she knew it, after all the necessary paperwork was completed, she and Jean-Claude moved in with his sister Margot in Gotham, New Jersey. It was quite the move and it was hard to adjust but Jean-Claude was patient with her but firm, they arrived in the summer which was the perfect time for her to start therapy apparently. She thought it would be hard adjusting to Gotham and its unique brand of crime but it really wasn’t. Costumed weirdos running around causing havoc? Old news. No Miraculous Cure? Now that, that was scary and took time getting used to.

All in all she thought she was getting better and growing. She had friends, actual friends! She liked hanging out with them, listening to them, just in general being with them, she didn’t have to fake anything around them. Sure she had a hard time with Damian but that was just because he was so standoffish and kind of reminded her of Felix which wasn’t great but she was starting to separate the two in her mind. Though both boys were fond of their families, Damian wasn’t as conniving as Felix nor as fake, he was simply blunt and in some way it was refreshing. She liked their little odd group of friends and one acquaintance who was becoming a friend and she didn’t want anything ruining it. Especially not her old class but she was still fragile and they had the power to set her back and she didn’t want that at all. But Chloé Bourgeois was not someone who bowed to anyone and she wouldn’t start now but…she would talk to Jean-Claude about it all and maybe see if her therapist would be available for more sessions or even on speed dial.

“Chloé?” Allegra’s voice tore through the murky fog that her thoughts had become and she finally realized she had somehow made it to their table.

“Hey. You okay Chlo?” Sebastian asked.

“This is about your former class, is it not?” Damian asked but the way he said it made it sound like it wasn’t a question. It made her wince.

“Damian. A little more tact next time please.” Allegra said as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“But he’s not wrong is he?” Claude asked next.

Chloé looked at her friends and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, her hands clenched and unclenched around her lunch tray that she hadn’t noticed she didn’t set down and she took in another deep breath. “I am…I’m scared. I was not the best person to them as I’ve told you all before, I was a bully. But towards the end of my years with that class things changed. They changed. They didn’t speak to me. At all. Me and Mari-another classmate, we were isolated, basically banished to the back to be all but forgotten. Well…I was. Dupai-the other classmate, she wasn’t as…fortunate?”

“Fortunate?” Allan echoed.

Chloé nodded. “I would take my fate over hers any day. I was forgotten in a way, but they did bad talk me and insult me when they knew I could hear but they never acknowledged my existence. It was like I wasn’t there in the room while they were talking. But Ma-my classmate, they bullied her, worse than I ever did and I admit I bullied her for years. While I did it out of jealousy and to just get her mad or in trouble, they did it to break her. I did nothing to help. I was going through things, yes, but that’s no excuse and I don’t know how I’m going to face any of them.”

It was quiet. Awkwardly quiet. Chloé was close to just pushing away from the table and just storming out because everything she was feeling was too much but a small yet loud ‘Hm’ stopped her and called her attention. It came from Damian who was staring at her with his calculating eyes that gave her the creeps from time to time. It was like he was trying to pull your secrets out of you with his eyes. She stared back at him as he stared at her and leaned his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers and resting his face on his hands. “So you know Lila Rossi. Tell me about her and everything she’s done to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Well that was not what Chloé expected him to say.

________________________

Chloe Bourgeois

@Bee-utifulMe

School is barely halfway over and I’m already ready to call my therapist.

#imdonewithtoday #gothamacademy #itsbarelynoon

💞MAPS💞

@ImTheMapImTheMap

RE: Chloe Bourgeois

@Bee-utifulMe

[School is barely halfway over and I’m already ready…]

Mood.

#Iwasnotpreparedforthatenglishtest #TTuTT

Notes:

*4'eme (3'eme) are the last two level of schooling in college (French schooling). College typically goes from ages 11-15, 4'eme is for those 13-14, 3'eme is 14-15.

Prince Narcissus and The Princess Potentilla is a fairy tale that you can read here if you would like context -> HERE

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thesixthimmortal · 6 months

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what do you want

CHPT 1. Enough is Enough!

WARNING: Max being sexist,Swearing, Bullying. Fighting. Toxic(?) relationship between you and max, Break up, a bit out of character???

“Hey-Ho! Heck no! Co-ed dances gotta go!” Was all you Heard as you were standing with your group, Homecoming is coming in a few weeks, Your friends were stoked about it, wanting to drink alcoholic, party and if they were lucky they can also hook up, Max who has his arm around your neck, wanted you and him to be homecoming Queen and King, wanted you and him to rule the homecoming

but you weren’t a party person, shocking right? You don’t drink alcohol, you don’t do party games, especially spin the bottle, Fuck that game.

“What do you mean your not coming to homecoming?!” Max said confused and surprised, it was suppose to be the fun day for the popular kids, It was like a tradition. “I just don’t feel like going Max, I think I wanna stay home for Homecoming” you answered with a sigh as you look up at him “Besides, Why don’t You, Rule the Homecoming, you can do it without me, right?”

“I-Ugh sure I can take over the Homecoming or what-fucking-ever, But it doesn’t feel right without you babe” he says in a sad tone but quickly changed when one of his friends, Jason? Yeah Jason came up to him.

you didn’t pay attention as you look around the hallway, your eyes couldn’t help but look over to the Christian Girl, Grace. She was holding what seems like a billboard written “CANCEL HOME-C*MMING!” With pink and blue as she hands out pink flyers.

“hey Maxie look! It’s Chastity-Belt!” Your thoughts were snapped back to reality as you see one of his friends laughing.

“hey, check this out!” Max said as he takes his arm out of your neck as he then starts walk towards Graces direction, your face turned into confusion, he’s just going to make a comment about her billboard, right? You thought to yourself as you stand back there, luckily you can hear them from where your standing.

“We’ll we’ll we’ll, Isn’t it Grace Chasity” That seem to get Grace attention as she turns around, facing Max “can you keep your annoying voice down, I don’t want your voice ruining everyone’s mood!” He says as Grace just looks up at him with an eyebrow raised “Well I have to Cancel Homecoming somehow, homecomings is just an excuse to kids to dry hump in the gym, I run laps in that gym, and I don’t wanna slip on any wayward spunk.”

Max did a mocking laugh “oh yeah? Well listen here Spunk, I’m gonna rule the Dance and I don’t want you to ruin it for me” he says with what seemed like a serious face “You just saying that so you can get free hookups in the school stalls!” Grace argued back.

“Besides, is not like you are the only one that needs a hookup”

Your face now got furious, what does he mean by that?

“what?!!” Grace said confused

“Don’t act all confused now, we all know what’s behind the closed doors…Dirty girl”

Your eyes widen, Is he being serious right now? There so fucking way, grace face turns shocked with eyes wide open and mixed with surprise.

“Don’t call me that!?!!” Grace said angry, But Max only smirked, it made you furious, as you then walk up to them “but that’s what you are isn’t it? My little Dirty Girl” Now he’s gotten on your last nerve, Is he trying to make you jealous? Is he doing this on purpose? If so then he sucks at it “Max what the fuck?!” You said, as you then aggressively push him, but he didn’t fall, he was bigger, stronger than you, your friends seem to watch the drama afar, grace looked angry, shocked and uncomfortable, “What? I though you were on my side?” “I am! But, You can go drink, Party, Smoke, bully, hell you can do Cocaine if you wanted but, Don’t go around making Everyone here uncomfortable!” You agrued, but he just looked annoyed as he groaned “I’m not making anyone uncomfortable babe! I’m just messing around!” “Messing around? You called fucking Grace Your Dirty Girl! Like it was nothing! You can’t just fuck anyone in front of my face Max!”

“What? You’re on the Nerds side now? What, you gonna protect the Nerdy prudes? Becoming one?” Max then said as he looks to his two friends “Yeah Y/N, They’re just nerdy prudes! They don’t matter!” Kyle said siding with him, “You don’t wanna go to homecoming with me, you are tired of having sex because you need to ‘Focuse on your Exams’” he mocked, you quietly gulp, he hasn’t been this mean to you since fifth grade, it felt weird, unusual seeing your who your about to break up with make fun of you.

but did you care? Fuck no, of course you don’t, You never wanted him, you never wanted to be him, you can be on your own, right?, “what if I am Max? What if I am gonna protect the nerdy prudes? What are you gonna do then?” You said as he start to take a few steps towards you, looking at him face to face, he looked angry, that his ‘girlfriend’ is standing up to him, that you don’t want to rule the school with him, “Fine”

he said as he scoffed “If you wanna protect the nerdy prudes, You then become a nerdy prude!”

“What do you mean by-“ You didn’t even get to process, didn’t even get to finish as a strong fist hardly connected with your stomach, a punch to the stomach, pain goes through your body as shock and pain comes through your face, you cursed out loud as you wrap your arms your your stomach as you drop to your knees as you then drop to the ground, you cough out loud what seems like some blood, it didn’t damage you, but it does leave a bruise on your stomach.

Your friends were shocked, Grace were shocked, even Kyle and Jason was surprised he would do that to you, Max, who were your boyfriend for two half years, punched you in the stomach.

“no one, and I mean no one, TELLS ME WHAT DO TO!” He yells at you as you lay there with knees up to your stomach as your arms still around your sore and bruised stomach, he slowly gets down, getting on one knee as he just looks down at you with anger and disappointment “I thought I loved you, I though The little Y/N/N can take a hit and be my Queen but no…Your just a nerdy prude, just like every fucking NERD!”

you didn’t say anything as you slowly struggle to sit up, now facing Max as pain and anger crossed your face.

“It’s over now L/N, Your not so pretty and popular after all” he then stands up, as he then turns around and walks away, leaving you there on the ground, but you couldn’t care less, but now your his victim, now your not safe anymore.

“Y/N?” Grace finally speaks after a moment of silence, You then get up on your feet, an arm over your stomach, god it hurts like a bitch, “I’m fine, never loved him anyway” you weakly said, turning to face her, you both seem to be the same height, not that your sure of, she looked worried, why would she be worried? Why would she care? You didn’t let her say anything as you just limping away

Grace just watched you limp away, standing there with billboard and flyers in each hand, her face was calm, but million questions goes through her mind.

why did you stop him from bullying her?

why did you care what he said about her?

why did you protect her?

why

Why do you care?

She’s just a nerdy prude after all

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Grace Chasity x Bi!FemaleReader

A/N: Max in this timeline is a bitch, didn’t mean to make him so mean, but yay! I wrote a new chapter! Hope you like it!

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #grace chasity x reader #max jagerman #fanficton #Lesbian #Bisexual

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hrodvitnon · 3 months

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*Near the end of the mission- the Titans have pulled off the impossible. They found Gigan, Abraxas bested him in combat, got from him the necessary failsafe they knew he had, and now they were trying to escape. Unfortunately- one of the groups was trapped. Godzilla, Rodan, Abraxas, Barb, and Tiamat were stuck in a room that had caught fire- likely from one of Abraxas's lightning attacks. The door was blocked by debris from the other side- and Godzilla banged on the door to get it to open while the fires licked at their backsides.*

Rodan: We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die, we're all gonna die...

Godzilla, Abraxas, and Tiamat: WOULD YOU QUIT IT?!

Rodan: IT'S TRUE! THIS WAS AN AWFUL IDEA! WHY DID I LET MYSELF BE TALKED INTO THIS??? God I'll never get to see the Sun again- feel the wind rushing past me in flight- never *mate* with anyone again! This is the end...

Godzilla: STOP BEING A DRAMA QUEEN AND HELP ME ALREADY!

Rodan: It's curtain call- requiem's playing- fat lady singing... Quick- I gotta get some stuff off my chest, guys.

Tiamat: Fucks sake.

Rodan: Abraxas- Vivienne- San- whatever the fuck you go by- I love you. Despite all the snipping and teasing and rudeness- we go together great and I love being around you and I really really really wanted to have more time with you.

Rodan: Barb- I was just being an asshole when I called you a bug that one time. I'm sorry- you looked really sad when I said it and I felt like I couldn't say sorry because that would make my tough guy masquerade come crumbling down and everyone would see me for the glorified hatchling I was- putting up a front and deflecting everything with humor and wit so I didn't have to feel things.

Rodan: Tiamat- you don't deserve all the shit people say about you behind your back. Yeah, you're kind of a slut; but that's cool- y'know? You don't give a shit and I think that's really respectable and I wish I could be like you and not have such a fragile ego. You're also funny and fun to be around- and I feel like no one ever tells you that, y'know?

Rodan: And Godzilla- I've always sorta thought you were hot.

Godzilla: ...what-

Rodan: FUCK, your roar, your body, DID I MENTION HOW GOOD YOU LOOK IN THE PINK?? I got on your ass for it, I know, I'm sorry- but god, you look good. You're also just real quiet and sweet when you wanna be and super calm most of the time and JESUS CHRIST, YOUR VOICE-

Barb: Uh- Rodan?

Rodan: -I tell ya, if you ever showed interest I would've bent over. In. A. Heartbeat. But... I never knew how to tell you this. You're just really intimidating all the time and whenever I talk to you I feel like you tune me out and never really listen as you just have that stone-cold look all the time and y'know me: Rodan, King of The Skies who needs nobody but himself to keep him company. But you seem like a cool guy... and I wanted to be better friends with you before...

Mothra: What the fuck.

Rodan: what-

*The rubble had been cleared and the door was open. On the other side was Dagon, Shimo, Mothra, Behemoth, and Kong; and they were all staring at Rodan with agape maws- along with everyone else.*

Rodan: ...shit.

Mothra: Got one for me in there?

Rodan: You guys just leave me here- I'll be dying of-

Godzilla/Abraxas/Tiamat/Barb: Absolutely not!

*Godzilla grabs Rodan and throws him over his shoulder as the gang runs down the now open hall, reunited with their friends.*

Oh, Rodan, you drama queen.

Dagon: Honestly, this is going much better than I expected, but how did you get the fail safe from Gigan?

Abraxas: Classified.

*five minutes earlier*

Abraxas: Give me the fail safe or I'll never let you record me being carved open like a turkey again.

Gigan: Oh, sweetheart, you'll have to do better than that.

Abraxas:

Abraxas: Hey, you know all those grotesque leather family tree things you have hung up in that hallway, like Clive Barker Bayeux Tapestries From Hell? The ones your followers made out of their skin and gave to you as offerings that will be added to with every generation?

Gigan: ...you didn't.

Abraxas: I did.

Gigan: No.

Abraxas: It was easy.

Gigan: You MONSTER, THE AMOUNT OF HISTORY IN THOSE TAPESTRIES! THE BLOOD AND SWEAT AND TEARS THAT WENT INTO FLAYING AND TANNING THEM!

Abraxas: And now they're all tilted.

Gigan: THAT FUCKING HALLWAY IS GOING TO GIVE ME SUCH A GODDAMN HEADACHE, YOU CARRION SPAWN FROM THE DARKEST PIT OF EVIL!!

#frostbite814 #abraxasverse #monarch shenanigans

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midnightsxxvi · 2 years

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Steddie x fem!reader - Moving in together

A/n: idk who I’ve become. All I can think about is how lovely the vibe in a poly relationship w Eddie and Steve would be. So, I present you domestic Steddie. Definitely a fix-it fic; everyone lives, Eddie graduated, and vecna is bye bye! Set sometime in ‘87. I will likely make this a little series depending on feedback!!! (gif by x; banner by x)

Warnings: some cursing. Some fluff. Eddie is dramatic. little mention of sex if u squint. Wc: 3.6 k. Masterlist

Between the three of you, finding a place to move into wasn’t difficult. You knew you’d be able to afford it, even with you in school, as Eddie’s band picked up more gigs, and Steve was starting to work for his dad soon. You were all doing well, felt supported by each other and the others in your lives.

The difficult part of finding a place involved the big question: how do we divide up the rooms?

Eddie, clingy and the biggest cuddler, insisted that you all share a king sized bed and only needed the one room. Steve, who liked cleanliness, and no matter how much Eddie tried to convert him, did not want metal posters all over his room, insisted that you each have separate rooms.

‘I like my space!’

‘Two of the three bedrooms are going to be unoccupied most of the time, Stevie! You want space? I will come knock on your door every night out of spite!”

You honestly had no clue what the right choice was. One bedroom clearly wouldn’t be enough, but you understood Eddie’s statement about wasted space.

However, with some advice from friends, and a lot of back and forth, the three of you settled on three bedrooms. Well, Eddie still thought it was ridiculous, and Steve was too smug about it, but whatever. This gave you each enough space to sort out your own things, which you admittedly liked. After years of having your own room, you weren’t sure you were ready to suddenly combine your taste with these two men, who also had very opposing tastes to one another.

When moving day came along, the three of you were buzzing with excitement at the prospect of finally living together. For over a year, there was constant back and forth between your places, constant phone calls or late nights in Eddie’s van. Now? You had a shared space to yourselves. No watchful eyes from your parents or passing strangers. It was just the three of you.

You were ever grateful for the people in your lives who helped with the move. El’s powers were especially useful as she could help with some “heavy lifting.” No movers required. Just some teenagers, super powers, and a strong police chief.

As boxes and furniture were brought in, Eddie was slowly becoming quite the drama queen.

Kind and innocent, Will walked through the front door with a big box in his arms. Very messily on the top, someone has screwed Band stuff. Will was wide eyed and excited to be helping out, and asked, “Does this go in Eddie’s room?”

Steve was passing by and glanced over. The corner of his mouth turned up. “Oh yeah. That’s definitely Eddie’s.”

Eddie popped out of nowhere (well, he popped out of his room which he was trying to set up). “Another box for me? Little Ol’ me?”

Will seemed pleased. He started heading over to Eddie’s room. Eddie though, sighed dramatically and leaned against the wall.

“I’ll take it,” Eddie told him like his life was ending, “To my lonely little room. Where I reside all alone!”

“Jesus,” Steve muttered. He’d been dealing with this all day.

Eddie read the writing on the box. “My band stuff! Wow. Hey, Will? William? Can you believe this guy doesn’t want sick band stuff in his room? Instead, I’m shunned away. All alone! Just me and my things!”

Steve walked by Eddie in the hallway towards the bedrooms, purposefully bumping Eddie’s shoulder. “Yup. Bye!”

Eddie gasped and looked at Will. “Did you just see that?”

Steve pointed at Will before heading into his own room. “Don’t listen to him. Walk away.”

Will slowly stepped backward, laughing nervously. “Uh! Alright! I’ll go see what’s left in the truck.”

Eddie waved him off and turned to go back in his room. “I’ll go back to being ALONE, I guess!”

“Shut up, Eddie!” Steve yelled from the other room.

Just as Will was trying to run away, you had entered the apartment alongside El and Max, the three of you each carrying a box. All the stuff for your bedroom was already in, along with the big furniture pieces, so all that remained in the truck now were assorted things like kitchen supplies or holiday decor.

“What the hell kind of Halloween decorations are these!” Max huffed, carrying what seemed to be the heaviest box in the world.

Once again, Eddie poked his head out of his room. “Oh, the Halloween stuff!”

“Of course it’s yours,” she glared.

You just giggled. “It’s ours. Well, mainly came from Eddie, but me and Steve helped pick out a lot last fall. Wayne and Eddie’s trailer was all done up. It was great.”

Eddie grinned at you, his heart warming at the memory. “Can't wait for next month so we can start putting it up here. We can get more, too!”

“I doubt you need more!” Max placed the box down on the ground. “I would ask where I should put this, but I don’t want to move it anymore. You deal with it.”

Giddy with excitement, the moment you put down the box you held, labeled pots and pans, you wrapped your arms around Eddie’s shoulders and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “We can get whatever Halloween decor you’d like.”

El made a face, turning away from the two of you.

“Don’t let Steve put any in his room,” Eddie told you. You honestly didn’t think he was joking. “He doesn’t want any fun in there.”

“I’m not getting involved.”

Eddie’s brows raised. “I think it’s a little late for you to not get involved, sweetheart.”

Then, Joyce wandered in, holding a couple smaller boxes. She had a big smile on her face and was being followed by Robin and Dustin.

“This is officially it!” She said proudly. She put the boxes down on the kitchen counter a little forcefully for the dramatica, but quickly apologized when she heard it shake.

“How do you guys have so much stuff?” Robin muttered.

Dustin was grinning and glancing at you and Eddie, whose arms were still around each other. “I think most of it was Eddie’s.”

Eddie gave Dustin a glare. “What’s wrong with that, huh?”

“Nothing at all, sweetie,” You peered up at Eddie.

Steve called from the –his bedroom, “Did I hear that you’ve got everything!”

You didn’t reply to him, insead just lit up as you thought, “Let’s order some pizza then! Take a break from everything. We all deserve it.”

Joyce had a little grin, “One step ahead of you. Hopper, Mike and Lucas all went to pick some up already. Goodness, you two, come here!”

Eddie did not move, and instead looked a little afraid by the fact that Joyce was stepping closer. Before he knew it, Joyce was reaching forward to give both you and Eddie a little squish of your cheeks before she pulled you into a group hug.

“I’m so proud! Look at you, all grown up.”

Max was helping herself to opening up the moving boxes. You heard the big tear of tape and saw she was kneeling down, exploring the box of “kitchen-shit.”

“Thank you?” Eddie was peering at you over Joyce’s shoulder with a very startled expression.

She pulled back to look at the both of you. “This is going to be so good for all of you. After everything? A fresh start?”

You were already sensing the tears threatening to sting your eyes, so you hushed her, “Thank you, Joyce. How about we start unpacking some stuff, huh? Eds, can you turn on some music?”

He looked too excited. “Shit, I’m in charge of music? I’ll grab my stereo.”

As he was running back to his room, Steve was exiting his own. He paused after Eddie, “Where are you going?”

“I’m in charge of music, baby!”

“Ah, geez, already?”

Eddie winked, “You love it.”

Steve didn’t deny it, and headed toward the main room. He was instantly ambushed by Joyce who held both his cheeks because he was one person not two. You watched the exchange, covering your mouth to keep from laughing when you saw how squished his lips were and how frazzled he looked.

“There you are,” Joyce sighed, “I was just saying how proud I am of you all.”

Unlike you and Eddie, Steve actually snapped out of his fearful look a lot faster and he was the one initiating the hug first. Joyce accepted it happily.

“Hey, Steve, quit slackin’ and help us unpack your kitchen,” Dustin told him, mainly teasing, but Steve frowned at him anyway.

“I’ll have you know, Dustin, that I have already set up the main bathroom. If any of you stinkers needs it? It’s ready to go! You’re welcome.”

Max held up a stack of plates, “Where should we put these?”

Will squinted at her. “Should we wash things first? Who knows what dusty bugs are on Eddie’s Halloween decorations.”

“Ew,” Max scrunched her nose.

“What the hell, Will,” you shot him a look but just shook your head. “But yeah, we can quickly wash some stuff. That’d be great.”

Eddie soon came back with his stereo, already playing one of his favourite tapes. It was a little too loud, but no one complained. He had the biggest smile on his face and no one was about to turn that down. Besides, it was his first time getting a say, getting to make decisions on his own, getting to have a place to be a little freer.

A nice harmony washed over all of you over the next while. Dishes were cleaned and tried in no time with everyone helping out. Everyone would give their two cents over which drawer should hold utensils, or which drawer should be the “junk drawer.” Boxes were being deconstructed the more you emptied; the more you made this place a home.

It was a strange feeling, having a place of your own, with the two people you loved the most. It was even stranger, sitting at your kitchen table, surrounded by the others as you all ate pizza. If someone had told you a year ago that this is where you’d be now, you’d wonder what we were smoking. Yet here you were. Eddie and Steve seemed to keep thinking the same thing, periodically making eye contact, their expressions softer than ever.

The sun outside was setting. The takeout boxes were gathered, and everyone felt full and content.

The group said their goodbyes slowly, lingering around a little bit, not quite ready to say goodbye.

‘It’s not goodbye forever,’ you had to remind Steve, who had the hardest time saying goodnight to Dustin. “He literally lives five minutes away.’

‘Take care, okay?’ Joyce told you after giving you a tight squeeze.

Hopper even gave Eddie a pat on the back. ‘If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.’

‘Hey,’ Lucas nudged Max, ‘How long do you think it’ll take them to get a noise complaint from all this music?’

She snorted. ‘Definitely by tomorrow.’

‘Hey!’ Eddie yelled.

By the time you were alone, the sun had set, and even with the music still playing, the apartment felt quiet.

It was peaceful though. It would take a while to take it all in.

“Hey,” Steve broke the silence, standing in the middle of the main room. Eddie was peering out the window, trying to absorb the new view, while you were staring in the cupboards, trying to decide if you liked the placement of the kitchenware. (Spoilers: you didn’t. You’d be completely rearranging it in the morning).

“Yeah?” Eddie looked over his shoulder at Steve. You’d also looked over.

Steve momentarily bit his lip. “We did it!”

From across the room, you and Eddie glanced at one another. Before you knew it, Eddie broke into a huge grin.

“We did it, huh?” Eddie tilted his head.

Steve made a gesture around the room. “We have our own place! A-and clean dishes!”

“Yeah, speaking of,” you hummed, “I don’t think I like the placement.”

“My, oh my,” Eddie said with a dramatic roll of his eyes as he sauntered over to Steve, “Deal with the dishes later, dear. C’mere.”

Steve was already there of course, and was embraced by Eddie. On instinct, Eddie tucked his hand just under the cozy blue knit of Steve’s shirt.

“Y/nnnn,” Eddie repeated, drawing your name out.

You shut the cupboards and quickly dashed over, “Yeah, yeah.”

The arms of your boyfriends opened up for you, including you in the warm embrace. Eddie squeezed you and Steve tightly with a satisfied hum.

“Oh yeah, this is the stuff,” Eddie mumbled, cheek squished against the side of your head. “You two are just the best roommates. I’m just so excited to be roommates.”

Steve groaned and pulled back, “Don’t ruin the nice moment.”

Eddie held his hands up in defense. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, seriously. I’m proud of us.”

You eyed him. “You sure you’ll be okay with your own room?”

“Pshh, yeah,” Eddie shrugged. “We all have very different bedspreads. Our styles would clash.”

Steve just shook his head, his eyes so very fond of Eddie.

“Hey, wait, where should we sleep tonight?” You questioned. This wasn’t something you’d considered until right this moment.

Whenever the three of you were spending the night somewhere, it was a given that you’d just share the bed. It’s not like you were ever in a situation where there was more than one bed anyway. Now, there are three times the amount of beds!

Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “We should all switch. Just to be a little crazy. I’ll take your bed, and Steve you take my bed.”

“What the hell?”

Eddie chuckled and wrapped his arms around the two of you again. “Okay, okay. I guess we should just sleep in our own rooms, right? Get used to the new place?”

Steve eyed Eddie suspiciously. “Are you sure? I thought you were going to demand we all sleep in the living room like a slumber party.”

“That does sound like Eddie.”

Eddie raised a brow. “Well, Harrington, that is a great idea! But alas, I have to be practical sometimes.”

“Baby,” you brushed your fingers against Eddie’s jaw, “If you’re too nervous to spend the night alone you can just say so.”

“I’m serious!”

“Okay, honey, but I’m just across the hall if you need me!”

“My god, y/n,” Eddie groaned but he was grinning ear to ear. “I’m respecting your spaces, okay? We have plenty of nights to cuddle by the fire– hey, now that we live alone we can all do that naked.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered. He didn’t hate that idea.

“Oh, by the way, should we have a bathroom schedule? Or rules? Especially that there’s only the one shower,” Eddie looked too concerned by this. You’d already all sat down and discussed some logistics before moving in, such as how cleaning routines would work, and how you’d make dinners work out with all your schedules. A shower schedule had never come up, and it just seemed like a ridiculous thing anyway.

“Uh,” Steve thought for a moment then shrugged. “Schedules seem stupid. Simply, if the door is locked, go away. If it’s unlocked, come in?”

“I’m fine with that rule,” you shrugged too.

“Perfect,” Eddie put a hand on both yours and Steve’s shoulder. “Great doing business with you two. Now, I’m going to take the first shower of Casa Munson. I am locking the door, because I want privacy, you freaks.”

You and Steve wanted to roll your eyes, but had trouble holding back your smiles. There was no way to not love Eddie, no matter how dramatic he was.

The late night and your tiredness took over eventually. The music was shut off for the night, the curtains drawn, and your triad split between your individual rooms for the night. It felt weird as hell, saying goodnights in the hallway before shutting the door behind you. But your new room was inviting, you felt excited at all this newness, and you let yourself enjoy it on your own.

Unfortunately, this giddiness manifested into a restless slumber.

You’d been tossing for what felt like forever. It was around one in the morning, and although you didn’t feel feverish or anything, you swore it was too hot with the blanket, but too cold without. You tried opening your window, but that made it too breezy. The white noise coming from the hum of the building or the distant outdoor sounds was all nice and stuff, but it was just new. Everything was too new and you didn’t know how to deal with it.

Just as you were trying to recall if you had any sleep syrup, or even recall which box that would’ve been in, you heard the lightest three knocks at the door.

It was too new a sound, and even though it was so quiet, you were sure it was real. When the pattern of knocks happened once again.

“Yn?” came the quiet whisper of Steve’s voice.

You sat up slowly, rubbing your tired eyes. “Stevie?”

He cracked the door open just an inch, peeking through. When he saw you were up and not shoo-ing him away, he let himself into view more.

He tilted his head fondly. “You’re so sweet and sleepy.”

“Mhm, mhm,” you nodded before taking a deep yawn. “Everything okay?”

“No,” he admitted. “I can’t sleep.” “Hm,” you hummed groggily. “Me neither. C’mere, babe.”

Steve nearly moaned. “Thank god.” He was closing the door and at your side in a matter of seconds. “Missed you.”

As Steve lied on his back at your side, you scooted up a bit so that you could lie just higher than him. You draped an arm over his shoulders and kissed his temple. He was in boxers but had a t-shirt on, which is how he always slept. Tonight’s shirt happened to be one of Eddie’s, which just made your heart melt. Steve always looked adorable in Eddie’s darker band-tees. It was so misplaced on him and it just worked.

“Missed you too,” you sighed, your finger running along his collar bone.

“I miss Eddie too,” he pouted. “Just, I can’t admit that to him. That’d be admitting defeat!”

“You two are so ridiculous.”

“I bet he’s sleeping so well, all alone in his stupid bed with his stupid sheets. That guy can sleep anywhere. Probably forgets we are just a door away.”

“We could go check?”

“No,” Steve’s eyes widened at you. “Defeat, y/n! I can’t do it.”

You giggled. “It’s not defeat. Having our own rooms is a great idea, especially when it’ll come to work and studying. However, I think I’d lose my mind if I had to sleep alone every night.”

He examined your sleepy expression. “You’re smart, you know that?”

“And sweet and sleepy?”

He kissed your nose. “Mhm. And sweet and sleepy.”

Your eyes felt so heavy, but even in Steve’s arms, you didn’t feel as content as you could. “Can we get Eddie?”

“Please.”

You yawned again before sitting up with a big stretch. You then lightly patted Steve’s chest, going to stand. “Let’s go get that weirdo.”

Steve followed instantly, his hands finding your waist in the dark as he followed you out your room. Eddie’s door was seriously just across from yours, one step away, but it still felt too far.

Because respecting privacy was important, you knocked a couple times even though you could hear Eddie’s little snores.

Steve peaked over your shoulder as you cracked the door open. He let out a breathy laugh against you. “See. Told you. Guy totally forgot all about us.”

“Shh,” You gave him a look but couldn’t help it, kissing his cheek.

You and Steve went to the side of Eddie’s bed. Steve knelt down a little, you behind him, and he lightly ran his fingers up Eddie’s bare arms. While Steve slept with a shirt and no pants, Eddie was the opposite. You and Steve adored it, eating up the sight of his tattoos each night.

“Hey, Eds?” Steve whispered, shaking Eddie’s arm lightly.

Still asleep, Eddie made a grumbly sound.

Steve smiled at the sound. “Hey, Eddie?”

Eddie groaned, his nose scrucnhing momentarily, which was a telltale sign that he was semi-conscious. “Steve?”

“Yeah. Listen, wake up for a sec.”

Groaning again, Eddie mumbled what sounded like jesus Christ, and I’m sleeping, but he shuffled around before his eyes slowly peaked open.

“What are you freaks doing?” Eddie asked.

You gave him your best innocent face. “We couldn’t sleep.”

Eddie, more awake now, glanced between the two of you. Something was computing, then he groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “Couldn’t stay away from Mr. Eddie, huh?”

“Can we get in bed with you?” Steve asked, his fingers trailing Eddie’s arm again.

Eddie let out a satisfied little hum. “Get in here.”

It was a little unexpected what a relief this all was. You honestly thought that you’d have a lovely sleep by yourself in your new room. But the moment you felt Eddie’s arms wrap around you, and you knew Steve was nestled on the other side of him, you let out a content sigh at the familiarity of it all.

“This is the stuff,” you sighed, repeating Eddie’s words from earlier. Your eyes were already falling shut again, much easier this time.

“It truly is,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before getting all snug.

New was nice. But there was no need for everything to be new. This was not a habit you wanted to let go of, and you didn’t think it ever would go away.

#eddie x Steve x reader #Steve Harrington x Eddie munson #steddie #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x female reader #steddie fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #Eddie Munson fluff #steveddie

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3 ways Elle encourages Tao to become a better person

Tao might be the most controversial character in the fandom. We have our baddies (Ben, Harry, David), our icons (Tori, Sarah Nelson, Aled/Isaac), and our romantic heroes (Narlie forever), but Tao is not that simple to categorize. On paper, Tao is everything you want from a friend: fiercely loyal, committed to friendship, and dedicated to protecting those he cares about. On the other hand, Tao is stubborn, opinionated, resistant to change, and makes lots of assumptions or jumps to conclusions, often to the detriment of his relationships. Every time I recommend Heartstopper, I get reaction texts from first-timers that read something like this: “I would die for Nick and Charlie…but ugh what’s Tao’s problem?”

I appreciate the expanded role that Tao got in the Netflix adaptation compared with the comic. The more I rewatched the show, the more I started to really love Tao. I also noticed something else: Elle is to Tao what Charlie is to Nick. Throughout the show, there are 3 main ways that Elle helps our favorite beanie-wearing film snob start to become a better version of himself, perhaps even his true self.

1. She calls out his bad behavior.

If Tao is being loud and obnoxious, Elle is the first to call it out. From the very first scene where we see them together in the same room, for the “emergency Charlie situation” in episode 2, Elle is not entertaining his nonsense:

T: Charlie literally won’t give up on this *straight* boy until we know for sure!

E: Oh my god, be quiet! Ok, slowly, what do you want?

When Tao is being a drama queen or catastrophizing a situation, Elle doesn’t let him get away with it. She tells him he’s being dramatic when he declares that Nick has “stolen” Charlie and initially when he makes her promise to always prioritize their friendship. She pushes him to think of others when he’s reacting badly, too, like when she urges him not to confront Charlie about Nick on his birthday, or when he’s a little too self-involved on the sidelines of the rugby match:

T: Charlie’s befriending bullies and our friendship group is falling apart, Elle. Take this seriously.

E: Hey! I didn’t come here and risk seeing all the Truham boys who used to pick on me just for you to tell me our friendship group is falling apart.

She teasingly calls him the “king of getting involved” and tries to get him to stop dwelling on his near-constant desire to talk about all the reasons he doesn’t like Nick. Elle also pokes fun at his tendency to be jealous in episode 3 when she tells him that her friends are going to Harry’s party and in episode 4 after he meets Tara and Darcy:

T: It was nice meeting your friends though.

E: Yeah?

T: Yeah. They seem cool.

E: They are.

T: Have they replaced us?

E: As if anyone could replace your incredibly annoying, loud presence in my life.

T: How dare you!

Elle is really the only one who calls Tao out, and she’s probably the only one he would listen to anyway, and I love her for it.

2. She helps him process his complicated emotions around change.

Tao really hates change, and his stress about it informs a lot of his motivations and actions throughout the show. Elle is the only person to whom Tao seems to confide about this in any serious way, and her reactions are so perfectly accepting and therapeutic. She sometimes prods him to reframe his perception about change, like during episode 3’s movie night:

E: Yeah. But sometimes change is a good thing…I was really scared no one would like me, so I didn’t even try talking to people at first. But then I realized I actually needed to put myself out there or I’d just be alone. So I think I’m going to be ok there, at Higgs. That’s a good change, right?

T: Yeah, that’s a good change.

In episode 7, she uses a combination of humor and empathy to try to show him that he will be ok. She doesn’t really try to solve everything for him; she’s just there for him when he needs it.

T: Sorry about earlier. I know it’s not your fault he hasn’t told me.

E: Charlie does want to tell you.

T: I think I know why he hasn’t. He thinks that I’ll accidentally say something stupid and out Nick to all of Nick’s mates. And obviously he cares more about Nick’s feelings than mine. Once you get into a relationship, friendships don’t matter anymore.

E: Or maybe he just thinks you’ll force Nick to watch Donnie Darko like you did with us.

T: Shut up! It’s a good movie! It’s just complicated! I don’t know why I’m so afraid of being alone.

E: That’s how I felt, my first term. I got scared. But everything turned out ok.

Elle seems to understand when to push Tao and when to give him a little room to process. That’s a hard balance for some people, but she’s such an observant and kind person that it seems to come naturally to her.

3. She makes Tao feel safe and gives him space to be silly.

In many scenes with his friends and classmates, Tao is at times brooding, competitive, sarcastic, and bossy. Yet every time we get a glimpse of Tao getting out of his own head long enough to joke around or have some light-hearted fun, Elle is at the center of it. At the sleepover at Charlie’s, he drops their serious discussion about Nick in the face of Elle’s criticism that he’s being annoying by performing his “interpretive dance.” He’s playful with her in the arcade and when they meet up at the milkshake café (their truly adorable fishing reel greeting is such an underrated gem of a moment). In episode 8, their run through the halls of Truham to the intro of “Close to You” is a moment of unburdened young joy that moves me every time. He has shown her his worst side and shared his deepest, darkest fears, and she still loves and accepts him. Indeed, Tao has never been happier and freer than he is in those episode 8 moments with Elle, and it leaves him emotionally open to realize his feelings for her are changing.

We don’t know a lot about Tao’s back story and why he is the way he is. I have a headcanon theory that his dad left the family when he was young, leading to abandonment issues. In the show, his self-awareness takes 2 steps forward and 1 step back several times, which I think is honestly a realistic portrayal of teen emotional growth. Elle is there to love and guide him, sometimes by challenging him and sometimes by giving him the space to figure things out on his own.

Love him or hate him, Tao is a fascinating and complex character. Sometimes it seems like his emotional intelligence is abysmal, but he's smart enough to know that everything is awful without Elle. So there’s hope for him yet.

#tao xu #tao x elle #elle argent #heartstopper #meta #alice oseman #tao xu fan club #userbarrow #taoelle

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Sucked In. Chap 24: To New Beginnings

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: sadness, swearing, sad Eddie

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The group was unsettled for the rest of the following day. Hawkins was unchanged and unphased by the horrors that should have occurred. Mike and Dustin worked on researching the Hawkins’ Lab during most of their lunch break, practically sneaking out of school to run to the public library and back again before they were even noticed to be missing.

Steve was the shock of the day; the King of the school made all heads turn. At first he approached Nancy, hugging her in a tight embrace which was nothing out of the ordinary, but then he shouted out for his second best girl, Robin. During this point in Robin’s life, long before she ever met Steve working at Scoops Ahoy, Robin was lonely and desperate for friends. People never wanted to keep her around because she would run her mouth for far longer than their ears could listen, but Steve had to make sure that didn’t occur this time. In fact, Steve was determined that his role on the social food chain would leave an impact on everyone at Hawkins High.

The whispers began early during the school day, Steve practically lifting Robin into the air as the two were excited to see each other. People could hardly believe what they were seeing, the supposed King of Hawkins high befriended one of the loners, one of the freaks. But it didn’t stop there; Eddie was beside himself all morning, he wanted to do nothing more than run off in every direction in hopes that he would find you somewhere. The younger kids had somehow convinced him that it would be better if they stayed all together, and so Eddie had to rather unethusatically force himself to walk into the school’s front doors.

He knew what was to come. The blatant ignoring, the name calling, the fights… he didn’t want to live through it again, he didn’t know if he could handle it all a second time round, it had already been painful enough the first time. To Eddie’s surprise, along with the rest of the student body, Eddie’s Hellfire table at lunch time had a few unexpected members. Before he even sat down, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve and Robin were already introducing themselves to the freshman at the table; seeing how young Gareth and the others were made him cringe and laugh at the same time. Everyone jumped slightly when Nancy screamed and ran to hug Barb, dragging her over to the table to bring her along to the new dysfunctional group.

Steve’s old friends approach them, trying to see if he had gone crazy for walking straight past them to sit with the freaks. Steve merely laughed, linking his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and replied, “Nah, I’m good here thanks.”

And thus, the social hierarchy at Hawkins’ High was never the same. By the end of the day, the Hellfire members didn’t have anyone steal their stuff, call them names or destroy their props back in the drama room. Eddie could hardly believe it; perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad.

“Mike said he found the lab still up an running; the kids called and weirdly enough the receptionist was… overly nice to them.” Nancy said.

“Still running? You don’t think– Henry wouldn’t be there right? I–I don’t think we can kill him a second time round.” Robin said, her eyes wide with anxiety and her voice low so the others didn’t hear.

Nancy shrugged, “Guess we’ll have to find out tonight.”

She went quiet for a moment, looking over to Eddie who seemed so much more frail than she remembered. His cheeks were sunken in, hair shaved down short, and didn’t have any of his signature rings on his fingers. He kept fidgeting with his patchless jean vest, tracing over the places that will eventually be decorated.

“We’ll find her, Eddie.” Nancy said softly, leaning over to hold his shoulder gently. She could tell he was holding back tears; of course he would be, it was unfair everyone would be reunited with who they lost besides him.

He nodded so softly that many people would have missed the movement all together. He remained silent and just wanted the day to end. Class after class, Eddie didn’t say a word. He didn’t cause any distractions. He just sat there, listening to the teacher and everyone around him; he could practically remember precisely what the teacher would ask, which questions he knew he’d get wrong on the test she was about to hand out….. And that’s when he remembered what El told him when they entered into the upside down.

The two of you were supposed to meat during his senior year; he just didn’t know which one. He could wait that out, surely. Even if that meant he had to fail his senior year four times over, as long as he got to see you again then it would be worth it. But it made him insecure, scared that if you didn’t remember him than you wouldn’t fall in love with him again this time. After all, you fell in love with a brave tv character, if you didn’t remember him then perhaps seeing him for the first time as a senior-year repeater would make you change your mind about him….

He shook away the thoughts, he didn’t want to live that life. To be seen as the local idiot or deadbeat; he had a chance to do better, to be better. He was certain that even if he finished his senior year, he would find you again. He’d die trying.

Tagging along back to the Wheeler house, Eddie smirked to himself when he saw that it was still perfect and pristine. Of course the Wheeler’s had the ideal life before any of the Upside down events occurred.

“Eddie!” He heard a little voice yell out to him, making him turn around to see the basement stairs.

Dustin stood there, his missing tooth and gummy smile causing for Eddie to return a smile.

“Jeus Christ kid, time is not on your side kid… I think you get worse looking.” He joked, grabbing the boy in a headlock under his arm and roughing up his head of curls. Dustin laughed, pushing Eddie off of him. He was so small, Eddie was initially afraid he had hurt him.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Dungeon Master– can’t say your look is any better either.”

Their rough housing would have continued, until Mike cleared his throat. “Pst. Pst.” He hissed out, his eyes continually looking down to the stairs so everyone followed him, quietly.

Down in the basement, the room was definitely more child like in Eddie’s eyes. Posters and small figurines decorated the room, which made Eddie proud that the younglings under his care could go back to being children again.

“We have 20 minutes before our time slot.” Mike said, plonking on the couch to sit between Lucas and Will.

The older kids looked to each other with confused expressions, “For what?” Steve asked, folding his hands in front of his arms. “We just got here, everything is FINE, why are you four bringing up trouble again? We can’t have one second of peace can we–”

“Steve!” Robin hissed, nudging him to shut up. “Give the kid a chance to finish, my god.”

Rolling his eyes, he thought it was ironic that the comment was coming from Robin. But he raised his hands up to surrender, “Go on…”

Mike nodded, “So… the lab is still running, and when we called– it was like they were expected us to. They knew our names and said to be there by 5:20pm today.”

“I said it was a stupid idea to go, but again, no one ever listens to me!” Lucas screamed.

“I did think it was a little creepy…” Will pitched in, nervously looking up to the older kids to read their expressions.

“What– what exactly did they say?” Steve asked, his voice straining as he tried to sound calm.

Mike cleared his throat, “Hello Michael, glad to see you’re right on time. We look forward to seeing you, Mr. Henderson, Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Byers this afternoon… to which Dustin snatched the phone off me and said–”

“I said that of course we’d be there! For once we don’t have to sneak in!” Dustin said, interrupting his friend.

“Henderson– what the actual fuck. We don’t know who is even in there?!” Steve said, starting to let some of his anger out.

“I– I didn’t think that far ahead okay? What’s the harm? They seemed nice.”

Everyone groaned, besides Eddie who couldn’t help but laugh at how naive his young friend was.

“Okay, okay…. Let’s think this through. I’m sure if we bring Joyce and Hopper, everything will be fine. We’ll come too; if they have an issue with that, then we can assume that perhaps they are not as friendly as they are letting on. Anyone else have any other ideas?” Nancy said, forever the voice of reason.

No one said anything, until Eddie looked up with a spark of hope in his eyes. “Do you think– maybe she’s there too?”

It was clear to everyone that Eddie wasn’t talking about El. Nancy gave him a soft smile. “I hope she is.”

With not long until they were expected at the lab, the younger kids called Joyce and Hopper quickly. Within 10 minutes, everyone was loaded into the cars and off they went.

Driving up to the lab was an entirely new experience for them; the building looked newer, well-kept and significantly high tech than the run down building they broke into in a previous timeline. The gardens just outside were luscious and green, people dressed in all white were smiling and walking.

“This can’t be right….” Hopper said, remembering the horrors he knew the lab kept hidden.

They pulled up just outside the front doors, where someone was keeping guard. They got out of the car and walked in single file; they were all nervous, mentally ready to run at any moment. Especially when the front doors open, and Papa walked out, smiling like he was almost genuinely happy to see them.

“We were expecting you,” He said through his smile, his pure white hair slicked back and his hands in his lab coat.

“And, why’s that?” Hopper said, refusing to show any emotions in his voice.

Papa laughed, “I– I knew you’d have questions, but before we… become re-introduced, I wanted to apologise. For everything, I promise that this is a fresh start.” He said, holding out his hand to offer it as a sign of peace.

Jim Hopper was never one to forgive easily. He stood there, analysing the scientist in front of him. The only thing of concern to him at this moment was getting his daughter back.

Papa nodded to himself, putting his hand back into his pocket once he realised there was still a sense of betrayal lingering between them. “I know you remember… how I should have been, but I asure you, I am not the same man you feared. She showed me a few years back at what my actions would have caused; and I changed my focus.”

“She?” Joyce said hopefully, “El is here?”

Papa raised an eyebrow for a moment before his mouth opened in understanding, “Oh, yes.. Jane is here. Please, come in.”

He moved, twisting his body so he was no longer blocking the entrance. Joyce and Mike were the first to rush inside, everyone else followed Hopper’s careful movements.

They followed Papa down the corridors, to where he opened a door that had a small rainbow painted on it. He knocked before opening, smiling back to the large group of people who had dedicated their life to helping this little girl.

Inside the room was a nicely decorated girl’s bedroom, lots of toys and a large book collection. And there in the centre of it all, was a little girl with long brown hair. Her head shot up, a smile instantly spreading over her face as she rushed to stand.

She ran straight for them, hugging both Joyce and Mike.

“I knew you’d come! I remembered everything! I knew it.” She kept repeating, hugging them tighter.

“El.” Mike said, hugging her back.

She giggled, pulling away to see him and shook her head. She lifted her arm to pull up the sleeve from her jumper, revealing the empty patch of skin. “It’s just Jane.”

Mike laughed with her, giving her one last hug before she removed herself from their grasp. She looked past them to see Hopper, the father she dreamed about and couldn’t wait to see again.

She cried running to him. “Dad…”

She was nervous saying those words; even though she was young, she recognised that things were different. Her and the other children were no longer experimented on, but embraced and trained on how to use their powers safely. Her birth mother had still gone mentally insane from the side effects of the drugs, but when Jane was a little older than 5 years old, she had a burst of visions of what horrors were to come. Unable to understand what she was seeing, Jane pressed her hand to Papa’s cheek and showed him.

All of his research was only ever to explore the unknown, to see if the ‘What if’ scenario could be true. But seeing all the death and destruction that would follow made him vow to change his eyes. He always loved his children, and he only wanted them to be able to control themselves. Seeing how his actions in an alternative timeline did more harm than good made him be a better father to them.

And it worked, Jane and the other children were advancing both academically and in terms of their powers. Some of the older children have dedicated their time to advanced engineering and medicine; keeping their powers a secret as they worked on benefitting the greater good.

“Hey kid, hope you didn’t miss me too much.” Hopper said, brushing away her locks of brown hair from her face.

It was a beautiful moment to see, the others all took their turns welcoming the girl back into their lives. All but Eddie, who looked at Jane with tears in his eyes.

“Is– is she here too?” He asked, looking between the little girl and the scientist.

Papa shook his head, “I respected her parents’ wishes and we never brought her to the laboratory, from my understanding of what… happened, it was more Henry’s outburst for their deaths than me wanting her.”

“And what happened to him… Henry?” Nancy asked.

“Henry Creel died when he attacked his family, he excreted too much power… more than he could control, and the outcome was rather unpleasant to say the least.” Papa explained.

Jane nodded along, “The crystal made sure it didn’t happen again, it…” she trailed off, closing her eyes to try and remember, “I think it made him weaker.”

Just as everyone wanted to find out more about Henry Creel, Eddie interrupted everyone, “And where is she now? You said her parents are still alive right? So where is she?!”

Papa pressed his lips together, “I never kept tabs on them, they were free to do as they pleased–”

“No, no I know you know where she is–”

“Eddie.” Steve said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder to try and calm him down. “It’ll be fine, I promise–”

“You can’t promise shit, Steve. She could be anywhere….” He said, finally letting his emotions out. Eddie sunk to his knees, tears sliding down his face, “It’s unfair…”

Eddie was distraught, knowing that it was too good to be true. Everyone got their happy ending besides him.

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I had some time this morning and smashed this chapter out, unsure of when the next update will be but I am trying my best for you all! Miss you guys, sorry for the sadness.....

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happy wincest wednesday (in advance, i'm actually thinking ahead for once)! I'm all about the crossovers this week: how do you think Sam and Dean's Disco Elysium stats work? They've obviously got a lot of points put in everywhere, what with all the hero stuff, but what do you think are their signature skills? Do they have any unique ones? Thoughts, thoughts <3

happy happy ww, z! thanks for the awesome question <3 (your previous one is still not forgotten btw!)

oh jeez! i can immediately see dean generally tending towards psych/phys, obv, and sam more confident with intellect/motorics (like lol e.g. i think it's more or less canon dean is a somewhat better shot, but that boy does Not know what composure even is, let alone savoir faire)

i do think they're fun custom builds though — sam is defoooo high up on volition scale, to the point it's my closest contender for signature, and suggestion—a deadly, borderline sociopathic combo, when you remember all that composure and rhetoric waiting in the wings. but with that much volition—he has a final say in what he is, always and ever, as demonstrated in swan song, the entirety of s9, the list is endless.

and no one can beat his endurance+pain threshold combo. we saw many try. it's just easier to hit him in a thinner spot (electrochemistry seems to be one. not much care over it, but also not much control. the rubys and lady tonis of the world see it plain as day. it won't make him open up to you, but it will work as a carrot for choice goals.)

dean, i imagine, lives life immersed in a conversation between half-light (isn't it fun to think of moc > demon dean pipeline as his natural half-light predisposition steadily getting maxed-out to the point it cancels out his psyche sensitivity?) and drama (which, in his case more of a genuine mutability + desire for connection and participation than a performative weapon. comes with the ability to see through it in others (ruby anyone?) and i'd go with it for signature.)

i believe all of this is modified by his high empathy turned endless feeling of responsibility, leaving half-light in more of a fear of abandonment+pessimism line of thought position than a deranged aggro position.

i'd also bet he's not bad on shivers (all those long drives in the impala, talking gently to the road!) and very much an esprit de corps guy when it comes to hunting teamwork, while sam is the resident encyclopedia king, not opposed to flexing the authority either.

all of this is just the usual framework where sam is immutable and dean is relatively easy to mold, but not easy to fundamentally change, whatever he might think about his own liabilities and failings, of course.

and a little of those unique skills, as a treat; i know DE fandom loves inventing those, which makes all the sense, we don't all live in harry's head, so.

i'd give dean the one called family business, haha. that would be john's voice in his head when it comes to all that hero responsibility paid for by own desires (it would have a field day with WIAWSNB dean or the pre-s6 family guy dean), hunting community (e.g. the whole bobby deal), taking in companions and friends to that end, occasionally finding himself in a mentor position later on. mostly unpleasant. always loses checks against anything sam-related.

sam, i'd go with boy king, lol. his natural ability to pick up and use supernatural skills that, when maxed out enough to mess with his volition, gave us the beauty of s4, let lucifer get hold of him to the degree he did in s7, and in later years made him suitable for trials and rowena's trust and occasional spellwork, but, from his point of view, is just kind of a nuisance, and a dangerous one at that. imagine what fun it would be to listen in on this tempting voice always suggesting he go back and flex those powers, it would be so easy to just—yeah.

(you said unique skills not cool skills!! unique fuckups are just more fun)

anyways. that's that. thanks again it was so much fun to think about!

#spn #samndean #disco elysium #musings #ww asks

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 6 months

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CBS Ghosts - Hello! - The Game Has Begun!

Warning Spoilers May Appear.

First question - how do they decide who does what when? Why Pete first? Did he introduce himself? Also, why not Isaac? Why not Trevor?

I'm surprised Pete's so gung-ho about this.

Like clearly Sam's struggling, and he's just like "I got the silent treatment all the time - so I got this."

Why, Pete? It's weird because he's TYPICALLY the one that's called 'a saint of a man' and 'the best of all of us' and 'the most pure and innocent', but he's literally helping to torture Sam here. It paints him in a shade of gray that I really like. Because there HAS to be a reason that he stayed as a ghost and honestly, he's the hardest one to figure out WHY he's staying. For everyone else it seems a little more certain. Although ... nah, I'll get to that later.

What's also interesting is what we learn in just two sentences.

He was married for 16 years. His marriage was bad - especially if he was used to the silent treatment. And he's gleeful about bothering Sam, who just wants to live her life.

LMAO - Thor's contribution is to just yell "death to you" from a closet - wow, Thor. Wow. Maybe he figured that his curse would be enough?

BTW that would scared the crap out of me for sure. I'm terrified of things popping out at me.

Okay, let me get this straight. Jay knows what's going on and asks "is it getting better" and she says "no" and his SOLUTION is to go to sleep?

Jay, what the hell? "I'm sure it'll be better tomorrow - will it, Jay? Will it?"

You're not being helpful, Jay - you're lucky you're amazing otherwise.

Also, Alberta is STILL going on about her murder and this actually pretty funny considering. Do ya'll think that when she first died, she ran through her suspects with the other ghosts? Do you think she talked about it nonstop? Do you think she WANTS to be murdered PURELY because she was trying to deal with her death? I think so.

Wonder how Hetty felt about that.

No wonder the other ghosts are just like "ugh." They're just like over it.

Alberta, don't you sleep?

Also, imagine laying in bed, trying to sleep and just listening to this woman - the only one to introduce herself as far as we know - just gleefully talking about her murder and how she was cheating with some woman's man but that can't be the reason she was murdered because she didn't know so it doesn't count.

This makes me feel less bad about her boytoy cheating on her because she cheated, too. Of course, given her murderer... I do feel bad again.

On the other hand, I love how she's just like "it doesn't count" - lmao, Alberta. It still counts, I promise.

Okay this is the STUFF OF NIGHTMARES.

I constantly freak out about finding someone suddenly in my room while I'm sleeping. Especially right when I wake up and especially when I've sleep paralysis and can't move. Anyway, you suck, Sass.

Screw the gasp, I would've started Screaming and I wouldn't have stopped.

Okay, Sass. If you really think that this is 'scary', WHY are you doing it? And can you imagine waking up and not being able to go to the bathroom since he followed her in there for toothbrushing? Also, did Sam CHANGE in front of Sass? Or did she ask him to leave her alone for five minutes? I need to know.

Also, we learn about Sass here - he hates and thinks being a ghost for Eternity sucks. Which makes sense because it's been over 500 years (the flashback in his episode later on shows a 1513 date).

He also lives for some kind of entertainment. Hence telling Sam about the drama he creates. It's pretty funny actually and I kind of love it. Drama king!

And he's very aware. "I will take to my grave - which will never come - hence why I'm bothering you."

Sam just walks away.

Poor Sam - I'm surprised she doesn't insist on going to a hotel or something. I would.

Feel free to chat :)

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #Hello!#sam arondekar #sasappis #pete martino #Thor #alberta haynes

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zanyana626 · 8 months

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Thoughts on Helluva Boss Oops episode! 😈🤡

Everything’s tagged as #hb spoilers until tomorrow for those who haven't seen it yet!

Not a cuckoo c**k for a clock!

Wakey-wakey Ozzie (not a morning person apparently)! *airhorns*

"Burger time! Burger time! Burger Time!" Ok, Fizz is starting to become my new favorite character! Also, why he pronouncing vibrators like that???

Greed Ring having a city named Ransom? Yep, that sounds about right for the ring.

I FUCKING KNEW HE CALLS HIM BIG DADDY!!! AND "Fizzie-frog"?!?!?! Too cute, <3.

And look at them big ol' eyes, I definitely couldn't say no to that face:

"We're so NOT in love!" "Yeah! Love. Is. STUPID!!!" Denial's not just a river in Egypt, you two!!!

"I'll be SUPER low-key!" ... Riiiiight.

The Queives (plural for Queefs, according to the subtitles). And the little disabled one??? VIV, WE WANT NAMES FOR THE LIL GUYS ASAP!!!

Enter Blitzø, who's complaining about some shitty coffee place!

"Well, at least I'm still actually working for my shit & not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention wh**e!" VS "Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours... weren't they?"

Crimson & Striker teamup! Guess Blitzø & Fizz are gonna have to put their beef aside and work together to get away from them!

Ozzie & the Dildo Factory

So asking for an asmodean crystal was real! Poor Stolas being conflicted about how he feels towards Blitzy.

And Ozzie respecting people's hookup intentions and having the idea of lust as a consensual thing? Glad to know he's not like Valentino, who as far as we know, monetizes sex & treats his workers like shit/his property.

"My partner-um BUSINESS partner" Yep, keep telling yourself that Ozzie, at least you and Stolas are in the same boat for that!

Jeez Crim, what's your problem with Ozzie???

More Blitzø VS Fizz drama

Also Blitzø, Stolas does seem to care, he just has a tough time trying to say it to your face and plus, you're no better by bottling up your true feelings for him & then push him away like whatever!

Fizz, I love you now, but also envy you for having Striker grab you by the neck like that!

"I SAID WATCH 'EM, NOT F**K 'EM!!!" Typical Crimson

Damn, Ozzie could've signed over Fizz's head to be one of Crimson's wall trophies if Stolas wasn't there to help him out!

Nope nevermind, that wasn't the real contract! Also, why does Crimson want more dildos after failing to convice Moxxie that they're around the house for "his liking"??? I'm guessing he's trying to recuperate the funds he lost after Millie murdered all his goons & trashed his place!

Happy owl noises: "I love words!" He's such a dork, I'm living for it! <3

Blitzø always having something up his sleeves when it comes to escape plans!

FINALLY, FLASHBACK/ANSWERS ON THEIR FALLING OUT!!! No wonder why Fizz & Barbie hate Blitzø's guts & Blitzø acts the way he does.

He's very much aware that he screwed up big time even if it was an accident and never meant to almost kill his bestie, traumatize his sister, & HIS MOM!!!

I'm guessing Cash was the one who tried splitting them up. He went as far as to give Fizz a birthday card that literally says "I wish you were my son"!!!

"WE'RE TRYING TO HAVE A F**KING EMOTIONAL MOMENT HERE!"

Using Blitzø as a human/imp? shield does kinda serve him right in a way

"Kaiju C**k". Yep Fizz, we're very much aware that Ozzie's a big boy

"Look At This" has been stuck in my head since listening it for the first time. Perfect distraction musical that makes no sense other than just being a distraction musical!

"So, f**king, BYE BYE!!!" 🎶

Damn, cowboy daddy's starting to go insane in the brain! He's most likely gonna have burned scars now the next time (yep, he got away again) we see him!

You can take Blitzø out of the circus, but you can't take the circus out of Blitzø!

THE BOIS HUGGED IT OUT!!!! Hope this means they're on more neutral terms now! I get that it might take Fizz a while to fully forgive & start over with Blitzø now that they're aware of the whole misunderstanding on both their ends, but still, it's a start!!!

"Woooould it f**k up the moment if we made out now?" Blitzø please, we're aware you had a (love) note for Fizz before the incident, but he's clearly happily taken by one of the 7 sins!

Fizzmodeus/Fizzarozzie reunited & it feels so good! <3

At least they're trying to be more open about their relationship, even if it's limited to their coworkers/entourage at the moment!

Welp, looks like Stolas is getting that crystal after all!

I'd say this is the best episode so far out of Season 2, Fizz & Ozzie were totally worth the wait and have now become part of my top 5 characters of the show!!!

#ana speaks #hb spoilers #helluva boss

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TPOL!JK

“aww, you really think i’m magical?” and of course jungkook thinks you’re magical. you ARE magic and you’re just a smiling mess. you even let jungkook kiss your tears away and there you are again becoming putty in his hands. “thank you” you say while blushing as you lean more into his embrace.

once you’re all cheered up, jungkook mentions taking you home or going somewhere, anywhere you want and you’re debating on if you want to go somewhere tonight. you did put a cute outfit on and as much as you’d love to go back home and listen to your mom say “i told you so” to death, you tell jungkook you want some ice cream. and so you hop inside his car and he takes you to a store called “The Sweet Spot.” when he mentions your mother’s intuition, as he expected, your mother wasn’t too fond of him. she predicted that he seemed a little too nice and technically, she’s right. sooner or later you’ll realize that he’s the only guy for you and when you come back he’ll never let you go again.

as you both arrive, you order cookies and cream ice cream in a waffle cone with kitkats while jungkook gets a yummy chocolate milkshake. once the two of you receive your order, you both decide to sit inside to talk and eat the sweet treats.

“wanna try?” you offer jungkook a spoonful of your ice cream and even though he’s not a big fan of your cookie and cream with kitkats combination, he tries it anyways and his reaction has you laughing your ass off because he doesn’t really like it. “it’s not that bad. you’re such a drama king sometimes” you giggle and there it is, your pretty smile.

you’re smiling at him, laughing with him, and talking to him like you always have and he thinks that you’re just the prettiest girl on the whole planet. after hours of spending time together, jungkook drives you home and walks you to the front door. he’s a little reluctant to let you go but he’s sure the two of you will be together soon.

“thanks for tonight” you tell jungkook but before you head inside your house, you quickly turn around and leap into his arms with a kiss.

you both kiss for a full 60 seconds and despite your gut telling you to pull away, you can’t help but to kiss him more. the man you hate and love yet hate to love. his arms wrap around your waist and you taste like ice cream and so does he. when you both finally pull away, you go in one more time for a quick kiss. “promise me you won’t hurt me again”

and you kiss him again

“i wanna go to your place”

and again

“right now”

and again

“pretty please?”

He’s going insane.

He didn’t know that you’d do a whole 180 on him and suddenly jump into his arms to kiss him. He’s surprised but oh, he immediately kisses you back.

He’s missed your lips so much. It’s finally like he can breathe fully again. You taste like the ice cream and he’s loving the taste so much. The way you kiss him with with such fervor has his head spinning from lust.

This is magical,

“Oh I’ll never- I’ll never hurt you again yn.” He breathes out as you break the kiss. “You mean our place huh, Princess?” He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

After a good find minutes you both finally let go of each other and he quickly escorts you to his car. And he drives to his place.

You’ve got him wrapped around his finger, he’s so in love with you. “Oh… I can’t believe I got you back… yn.” He gushes, the whole ride goes by fast and now you’re both in the elevator.

“My Princess.” He’s got you pinned against the elevator wall with his hands traveling down your legs, he’s got his head nuzzled in your neck, pressing butterfly kisses against your skin.

“All mine.. finally.”

#ask: tpol!jungkook #IM SO HAPPY

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Code Geass Lelouch of the Rebellion Sound Episode 4 // Canon

For More information about the Sound Drama, check the post for the First Sound episode of season 1 over there

(Another very nice cover; It is impressive how early this artwork was made and how fitting it is to the ambiance between those two toward the end of the anime.)

Track List :

1 - PLATINIUM SOUL (Kallen's first character song) 2 - Short Drama STAGE 6.113 " The Name of the King" 3 - Short Drama STAGE 5.631 " A Woman's battle" 4 - Continuous Drama Stage 0.533 " The first Friend" 5 - PLATINIUM SOUL (Instrumental)

Platinum soul, Kallen's character song, sung by Ami Koshimizu

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Audio Drama Stage 6.113 "The name of the King" (Takes place shortly after Arthur is recovered by Suzaku and Lelouch, after the cat chase episode)

It starts as Suzaku asks Euphemia, in a flash back, how the cat got hurt. Euphemia talks to the cat and says that the cat told her that it had a bad landing and hurt its paw. She then names him Arthur.

Later on, after the cat has been rescued, Suzaku ponders about telling Euphemia that the cat they saved earlier is now in the student council room and everyone is deliberating on what to call it. Shirley, Rivalz , Nina, and Kallen all suggest different names; Kallen seems to think that all cats should have the name Tama. Deliberations continue and when Lelouch is asked what he thinks they should call it, he says that his vote is that they don't have a cat because it will end up being his responsibility to take care of. He is quickly shot down. Milly Ashford then starts prying into Suzaku's personal life and assumes that Suzaku has a girlfriend. He denies this, but no one really believes him.

Lelouch takes Suzaku aside and admonishes him for being so gullible. They chat for a while and Suzaku reveals that the cat already has a name; Arthur. Nunnally rolls in and starts talking to the cat in the same way that Euphemia did. To everyone's surprise, Nunnally reveals that she has known Arthur for a long time. This is especially shocking to Suzaku as Nunally has somehow managed to name the cat the same way that Euphemia did. He eventually decides that it simply proves that Euphemia and Nunnally really are sisters. Finally, Arthur bites Suzaku, as is customary.

Audio Drama Stage 15.631 " A Woman's battle" (Takes place after the Mao incident, before he came back and kidnapped Nunnally) You can listen to this drama in english dub right here

It begins as Kallen and Tamaki get into an old car in order to go and do some errands. The two take off as Tamaki continues to complain about having to do so much. Kallen begins to explain the plan for the day when suddenly C.C. interrupts and asks if they can stop at a pizza place. Kallen begins to agree and then realizes that she and Tamaki are not alone.

Tamaki begins to freak out and ask why she is here. C.C. bluntly explains that she was in the car before the two of them got in and thus it is not her fault that they didn't notice her. Kallen nearly gets in a crash as she tries to reprimand C.C. ; After the near miss, Kallen begrudgingly accepts that C.C. is going to tag along but refuses to go and get pizza.as they are working; C.C. remarks that Kallen needs to be more careful or she will kill the two of them (Tamaki and Kallen). Kallen replies that she would also take C.C. with her if that were to happen, to which C.C. then wryly asks if she really thinks that she could kill her.

Tamaki then changes the topic and asks if C.C. is Zero's mistress; This causes Kallen a great amount of distress and she swerves on the road; Kallen is further distressed to hear C.C. state that her relationship with Zero is contractual. Tamaki makes a vulgar joke and C.C. decides that she has heard enough before kicking him out of the car while it is still moving. Kallen momentarily contemplates stopping for him but gets over it.

The girls then try to have a nice chat on the drive when Kallen states that regardless of how Zero really looks her feelings will remain the same. C.C. asks if she is in love with Zero and this causes Kallen to swerve again. Kallen then retorts back and asks if C.C. loves Zero while refraining to ask if else it's only a carnal affair; C.C. responds that she is his accomplice, but Kallen retorts they all are his accomplices to which C.C. states the she is an accomplice to the very man that is Zero behind the mask but even though she is the closest to Zero amongst the Black Knights, there is still another woman that is even closer to him. She also remarks that he would never involve this person and that C.C. is not even on the same league as her. She continues to say how much she likes contracts instead of friendships, as they are clear and direct in what you get, and Kallen remarks on how lonely that must be; As C.C. mumbles about true loneliness, Kallen tries to say something but C.C. put an end to the subject and ask her to forget about it so in return, she won't tell Kallen is crushing on Zero, leading Kallen to panic leading them into a car crash.

Later that day, C.C. returns to Lelouch who knows she's been hanging out to Kallen; C.C. asks him if he was worried about Kallen, to which he replies not really, leading C.C. to show a bit of compassion toward Kallen; She then tells him they spoke about him and his identity; As he tried to learn more about that, she tells him she can't reveal the content of their conversation, as it was a contract between two woman.

Audio Drama Stage 0.533 "The first friend" (Happens during Lelouch's childhood, before the invasion of Japan) You can listen to the drama in english dub right here

Lelouch, Suzaku, and Nunnally are playing the board game Suguroku. Lelouch and Suzaku playfully argue while Nunnally contemplates the strangeness of Lelouch actually having a friend; Lelouch starts getting bored with the game because it is all luck and you don't have to use your brain in it at all. He asks Suzaku if they can play the Japanese version of chess called Shogi, he wants to learn that; Suzaku hates complicated games like that and Lelouch calls him stupid so Suzaku starts tickling him.

Nunnally then comes to think about how she ran away so that she wouldn't have to marry Genbu Kururugi because she was afraid; She feels like the concern they both shared forher that day is a big reason why the two have grown close together and are probably each other's very first first friend, before deciding that their friendship is probably for the best because now Suzaku visits them all the time, eats with them, even sleep with them

Suzaku suddenly asks Lelouch how he managed to cancel the Nunally wedding, to which Lelouch replies he gave Genbu something of value to Genbu, but not to them,and which wasn't physical His words comfort Nunnally and she thinks about how she can trust him more than anyone, as he is always there for her. Suzaku eventually proposes that they go into town because there is some kind of attraction that simulates an earthquake; Lelouch doesn't know what it is and while he wants to go he is reluctant about leaving Nunally, but she tells them to go; Suzaku then tells Nunnally they will bring her back a souvenir; As they leave while bickering, Nunnally feels a little lonely but is also glad that Lelouch has someone he can relate with even if Suzaku better bring Lelouch back to her in the end.

That's about it for the 4th Sound episode CD. I added the summary for the tracks even though they were available in english in case video get taken down and also because there are always some shifting between english and japanese version.

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