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piratefishmama · 8 months

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Finders Givers | Part 3

To call them out of place would be an understatement.

Neither of the two in the lobby looked like they belonged there. Eddie in his ratty, torn at the knee jeans, rings, chains, band tee, and leather jacket, and Chrissy… well, Chrissy could probably look like she belonged if she’d dressed up a little, but she’d pulled her cosiest sweater over her head, a comfortable, cream coloured, crocheted sweater, a house warming gift from Mrs Jablonski next door when they’d moved in during a real cold snap a few winters back, and she’d wiggled her butt into a pair of Eddie’s old jeans.

The ones with the paint on them from when they’d painted Eddie’s room against Carl’s wishes.

Their reasoning was that Carl would never know. No matter how many times his greasy ass hinted at coming in for ‘coffee’, he was never invited in.

Her last pair of jeans were in the dirty laundry pile. She’d been meaning to force Eddie into helping her do laundry that day but alas, they were now not doing that. She didn’t think he knew he’d gotten himself out doing of laundry, but somehow it was still funny that he’d managed it again.

But it didn’t matter, there was nobody really there besides the secretary and she’d offered them coffee and pastries. Rather than looking at them strangely she’d offered hospitality and kindness, so now they had coffee and pastries, because Eddie was not about to turn down fancy free food from a kindly mother type.

It’d been twenty minutes already. Their pastries and coffees were done and gone.

Eddie was about to call it and leave, loud in his objection of being ignored by the high ups, when Chrissy sat up straighter, her eyes zeroing in on what would undoubtedly be a mini-boss in a video game.

Or maybe the ‘sudden Latin choir’ version of the main boss, and she walked through the double doors, both swinging open like Aragon shoving his way through the doors at Helms Deep and Chrissy was so very unprepared to witness her very own Aragon that early after student night shots.

Woman’s cheekbones alone could probably kill them both.

Eddie said nothing, he just gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, he figured she’d appreciate that. She reached up and patted the hand he’d left there in support. She appreciated it.

“Mr and… Mrs—?”

“Ew no.”

And the hand atop his own was gone, pulled away, Chrissy’s awed expression replaced with one that read ‘I’m offended’ better than any angry white suburban mother of four with her minivan, concave cut, and bad dye job could possibly verbalise. “That was quick.”

“I’m gay what do you want from me?” Eddie looked up at the boss lady with what he hoped to be a disarming grin “Eddie Munson, this is Chrissy, Chrissy Cunningham, my single best friend, and platonic life partner.” He slipped that single in there so smoothly, gave himself a mental pat on the back for it, so smooth. He was gonna ignore Chrissy glaring at him. Boss lady just smiled, stormy eyes flicking between them as he introduced her. She seemed nice, a little mysterious. “We’re uhm, we’re here about thee uh—”

Eddie Immediately wanted to turn her into an NPC, or an actual boss. Maybe a powerful, kindly mage. An ancient druid or—

“The apartment block, right? Claudia gave us the heads up. My name is Robin Buckley I’m uh… well… I don’t really have an official title, but you can probably just call me Mr Harrington’s business partner I guess.” It was an apt title, ‘boss man’s best friend’, or ‘partner in crime’ didn’t seem nearly as professional. “Why don’t you both come with me to my office, and I can try and answer any questions you might have.” Professional yet welcoming.

Almost felt like she’d worked in customer service before.

They both rose to their feet and Robin turned back toward the door, nodding in greeting to the secretary as she walked by, both Chrissy and Eddie copying her as they hurried on through after her, through corridor after corridor, then one quick zip up the elevator and they were there, Robin once again opening both doors as she entered her office.

It was clearly a personal preference to be as dramatic as possible, it was working for her.

“Please, take a seat” They both quickly took the only two chairs on the ‘guest’ side of the desk, while Robin rounded it and took the larger chair behind it. The office was. Large. Large and full of knick-knacks. Framed pictures of actual people instead of vague ‘hotel-esque’ art, trophies, several book shelves filled with folders and thick books, a filing cabinet or two, a few plants, and huge floor to ceiling windows behind her that showed pretty much the entire city skyline. So this was how the other half lived. “Okay, I’m sure you have several questions, so… go ahead, I’ll answer what I can.”

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, silently communicating that they probably should have come prepared with a list of things to ask but honestly neither believed they’d get this far.

They both kind of assumed they’d be told they’ve had all the information they’re getting and to just wait for more. Having a private meeting with… what was essentially the second in command of this entire company well…

“When are these renovations supposed to start and end?” Eddie asked first

“What can we expect from them?” Chrissy added

“And do we really just… not pay rent for the whole period? That’s okay?” Eddie finished. Basics, they had the basics memorized at least. The important questions.

“Ooh-ooh, will rent be the same after the renovations!? Or will this be like, a getting rid of the poor people situation?”

“Good question, Chriss”

“Thank you, I read this thing online the other day about the gentrification of poorer city spaces and—” Chrissy paused, her eyes shooting to Robin’s expectant face and then back to Eddie again “it’s not important.” She finished, she finished before she could start rambling and embarrass herself.

“Oh it’s super important to know about these things” Robin spoke up with a toothy smile, earning both Chrissy’s bashful smile and Eddie’s respect. She was subtly supportive of Chrissy’s rambling. Eddie liked her. “Not many people do, it’s a concept that only gets brought up when it’s happened and not when it’s happening right under your feet, and it’s rare people get the other side of the story, y’know the one from the people who’ve been displaced? That’s not what’s happening here though, I’ve not seen anything that’d suggest Mr Harrington’s intentions are to raise the existing costs.” She’d seen him blatantly say he hadn’t really thought about making them pay again.

“Do you think that could become his intention though?” Eddie pressed

“Nope. He has a personal interest in the building is all, the only thing I know for sure is that we’re looking to remove the negative presence from the building, it doesn’t have the best reputation, we’re aware of at least three drug dealers operating from within it.” Oh nooo, his weed, couldn’t all be sunshine and roses then. “We’re looking to remove them as soon as possible as they have blatantly broken the law and the terms of their rental agreements by engaging in illegal behaviour from within their apartments, so that will free up a few of those apartments for better tenants to move in.”

“Better tenants?”

“Law abiding ones.” Sort of. Argyle would have a cooler tenancy agreement.

“…What about ones that have history with the law?”

“We’re not here to be discriminatory, Mr Munson, this company… we believe in second chances.” Munson… Munson… where did she know that name from? She knew that name, and he did look… familiar. She shook her head, not important. “If you’ve had criminal charges in the past then you’ve had criminal charges in the past, that’s the past, it’s history, it doesn’t affect the now. But to put your mind at ease, you’re not on our list of offenders, or you’d have been served an eviction notice by now.”

Chrissy sat up straighter, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “Everyone on the second floor is okay, right? We know Mick an Dottie in seven are a little sketchy but—”

“Second floor is okay, we’re not evicting anyone from the second floor, it’s mainly the fourth floor we’re concerned about.” She was so lucky she’d memorized half the shit she’d received that morning. Got just enough in the old brain to appear confident in what she was saying. “As for your other questions, we don’t… actually know when the renovations are due to begin, we’re in negotiations with a few contractors right now to get the work started, once we confirm that, we’ll have a more solid timeline to communicate with you, it’ll be full renovations, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, electrics, plumbing, the whole shebang. But yeah, no, we don’t expect you to pay any rent for the whole period.”

“…I feel like that’s a trap.” Eddie finally spoke up, a small frown on his face that robin mirrored “shit like that just doesn’t happen, man. It doesn’t. Big companies like this, they don’t just forgive the little guys debts, they hold em over your head until you’re drowning, then they tie cement to your feet to hold you there in the deep end.”

At least she looked sympathetic, her expression softening, she wasn’t taking offense. It almost felt like she understood his hesitation. “I was a little stumped myself, it’s… not the best business decision. I’m gonna be honest with you, I advised against the rent forgiveness, it’s a lot of money to just throw away” And they were just throwing it away “—given we don’t know how long these renovations are going to take, but… it’s the one thing Steve stuck to. Wouldn’t budge on it. Said we were disrupting your lives so you should at least be able to treat yourselves during the chaos” Nancy’s words maybe, but Steve agreed with them “and unfortunately for our bank balance… the decision is ultimately Steve’s to make, his office is above mine.”

She could sass him all she liked, Steve was in charge. If he wanted to make decisions and mistakes based on a depressing wallet and a crush well, that was Steve’s choice, his was the name on the company logo.

“And the rent will stay the same at $595 after the renovations?”

“Ye—”

“Absolutely!” And the doors burst open, startling all three people within the office, revealing probably the most beautiful human being Eddie had ever seen in his life dressed in clothes that'd probably cost more than they'd ever paid in rent combined. Could have sworn he’d seen him before though. One does not just forget a face that pretty.

“Steve, I thought I told you to knock!”

“I own the building, I can do what I want. Hello! I’m—” frozen, he was frozen, eyes wide as they took in the two other occupants in the room. The two guests from the apartment block. It could have been anyone, anyone in that block. “… Steve Harrington.” But it was him. “It’s uhm… it’s nice to meet you” said directly to Eddie, and then as if he remembered Chrissy was there, quickly added “both. Nice to meet you both, hello, hi.” Robin’s palm met her forehead in an echoing splat. “What was I saying?”

Her head met the desk. It all becoming painfully clear. Eddie Munson, Edward Munson, Thee Edward Joseph Munson. Owner of the most depressing wallet in the history of wallets.

Part 5

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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rottenaero · 20 hours

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Hey guys,, so we’re all thinking it right?

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #kas eddie munson #stranger things 5 #either that or steve #but Josephs comment was shady asf #tagging this as steddie because thats my target audience #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #rottenaero #rottenaero rots

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winterspiderpurrs · 4 months

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Bucky getting ready for his 1st date with Peter and in walks Tony Stark likes its a normal thing for Tony to be in Bucky's room/apartment.

Maybe gives him a stare down. Maybe gives him a shovel talk. But before he walks away he makes one comment.

" Nice Aftershave Steve got you. Mint right? "

" Yeah"

"Hmmm. How thoughtful. To bad Peter is allergic. He must of missed that in the reports. Oh well."

And now Bucky is staring at himself in the mirror. Did Steve really try to sabotage his date? And why is Tony so invested in Peter...

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #steve be acting shady #steve jealous #maybe Tony is too but he aint sayin #winterspiderpurrs

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qprstobin · 10 months

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Not going to invalidate the way anyone projects onto their fave, even Steve, but the way some of y'all talk about y'alls troubles with telling when someone is flirting tells me y'all have no clue what Steve means when he gives Dustin his "[sexual] electricity" speech. Steve knows when someone is flirting with him lol

#id argue its probably the only emotion he can realiably read aimed towards hismelf i do think he has some self esteem issues #but not with flirting #walkie chatter #this isnt meant to be shady its just aomething i notice a lot in the tags of some of my posts #i do think queer denial is a thing btw but also i think steve is further along in his queer journey than most of the fandom

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nrtrnwnd · 2 years

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i can’t accentuate enough how much billy and steve are like billy and stu. there’s so many similarities in their lives. just look at the mfs names lol

exclude the murders on scream’s part and monsters on stranger things’ and it’s pretty much almost the same thing. you get two teenage boys in the 80s (90s) stupidly in love, who would kill and maybe even die for each other. steve (like stu) lives in a huge high-end house, alone almost all the time since his parents are always away and billys have an abusive dad, also their mom left and it was kinda shady

so my conclusion is: billy and stu definitely had some influence on billy and steve’s portrayal, both in canon and fanon

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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geekcavepodcast · 1 year

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2023′s “Marvel’s Voices: Pride” Goes on Sale in June

Marvel’s Voices: Pride returns for 2023. The anthology one-shot boasts character debuts and lead-in stories for upcoming titles.

Stories featured in Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1 include:

Info on an unannounced X-Men title for 2023 from writer Steve Foxe and artist Rosi Kampe

A new hero taking on the Nightshade mantel to protect her Chicago community from writer Stephanie Williams and a new (currently unrevealed) artist

A Black Cat story in which Felicia Hardy, out for more than riches, has an encounter the with Thieves Guild and New Orleans Pride from writer Sarah Gailey

A Wiccan and Hulkling story in which the couple finds themselves stranded while out on a getaway, but luckily befriend a new hero from writer Shadi Petosky

A new symbiote character introduced by writer H.E. Edgmon

And more

Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1, featuring a main cover by Amy Reeder and variant covers by P. Craig Russell, Phil Jimenez, and Jan Bazaldua, goes on sale on June 14, 2023.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Amy Reeder’s Cover of Marvel’s Voices: Pride #1)

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inkblot-inc · 2 years

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Summary: [JAWS AU] Just when you think you have a hold on yourself, it only takes a single moment of weakness to remind you that "the process is not linear…" (first arc)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader

[JAWS AU Masterlist]

Warning(s): darkish themes; mention of blood, dead/mutilated bodies, also mention of past cannibalism. Assume violence is baseline unless stated otherwise at this point I'm still putting it down, but it’s soft(?) at the end, so… *jazz hands*

Note: Just a little somethin’ somethin’ since I haven’t put up anything for the JAWS AU in a minute. Things are indeed in the works. A bit of a hurt/comfort situation, timeline-wise placed earlier on in Jaws and Natasha’s relationship.

Word Count: just shooting past 1,160

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Training for Jaws mainly meant restraint, holding back, changing tactics; being less lethal. It became clear quickly that that was never really going to go away, not for a lack of trying. Using brute force and being abrasive on the field is where Jaws excels, so they’ve decided to play to their strengths. The finer points were going to take time.

It’s taken a while before Jaws was cleared to go on missions, but even then, Jaws doesn't go on any missions unless absolutely necessary at their own request. But when Nat's recon mission in Latveria led her to be held captive for four days, they decided to bring out the big guns. Who'd've thought that Jaws would be a bit volatile at this moment…

Jaws was noticeably twitchy when they went with Steve, Sam, and Wanda in the quinjet, the three of them even commenting that they should probably stay at the compound, but with the amount of reinforcements estimated to be at the enemy base, Jaws was their best bet to pull through. As soon as they reached where Natasha’s last signal was, somewhere over southern Hassenstadt, Jaws opened the back hatch and free fell out of the jet, landing unaffected by the fall.

It was a mass of bloodshed from there, taking the enemy out left, right, and center. Jaws threw themselves into a frenzy as their anger continued to overwhelm them. Sam immediately went to go and evac the civilians in the surrounding area to get them to safety as shots immediately rolled out in retaliation. Steve and Wanda went into the building to go find Natasha as Jaws was…Preoccupied.

The two made quick work of the goons they had keeping watch over Natasha from the crude holding cell. She was roughed up with some bruising around her face and ribs from a fruitless attempt at an interrogation, but she was fine otherwise. As far as the latverians go? Not the worst that she’s dealt with.

As the three made their way back outside they were met with a scene resembling a bloody battlefield, corpses of enemy grunts strewn about. Not too far away was Jaws, tearing an agent apart; quite literally.

Wanda and Steve were ready to step up until Natasha spoke up. “You guys get back to the jet. I've got this part.”

Wanda rested a hand on Natasha's shoulder. “Are you sure? I can try and subdue them until we get back to the compound,”

“No, that will only make them angrier. They want to know that I'm safe, so that's what I'm going to do. Things will sooner go left if we try to do anything else.”

Nodding, Wanda gave her shoulder a brief squeeze as Steve spoke up. “Okay, We'll assess the damages with Sam and call in to Tony afterwards about the sentinel production. We won't be too far.”

As Wanda and Steve left to go check the damages to the neighboring buildings, Natasha slowly made her way to Jaws' position.

“Jaws, baby it's okay,” Natasha cooed, taking a few hesitant steps forward keeping her hands raised in front of her as She approached them. Jaws’ movements were quick and jerky as they looked up at Natasha, their lip twitching.

“I'm okay, you did good.”

Jaws dropped the body of one of the latverian sentinel prototypes, their breathing picking up as Natasha continued to lessen the space between the two of them. Their eyes were wild and lacking their familiar warmth. Jaws in some capacity can still recognize Natasha by her scent, but they're too lost in their own head to bring back right now; their upper body almost completely coated in blood with their cuts still mending themselves back together from the evident fight.

Jaws snarled, baring teeth that were also painted red and dripping blood mixed with their saliva. The sight made Natasha pause as a realization washed over her: You'd do anything to get her back home. The time away only exacerbated your behavior, all of the anger spilled over onto the field. The scene in front of her was evidence enough of that.

What did you do?

Natasha knew. It was staring her dead in the face; There weren't just agents that were dead. She took a deep breath as she Looked over the mutilated bodies and missing parts. She let it go slowly as she brought her eyes back to Jaws.

Jaws always said they wanted to be better than what they were. To put their past actions behind them. And, though they'd never admit it, be more human.

Jaws was confident and crass when it came to who they are, but in they're vulnerability, Natasha knew that Jaws mulled over the actions they took not even that long ago. They killed and ate people with reckless abandon, the sort of people they were meant to be protecting now. What's done is done and you can't rewrite history, but there were days Jaws certainly wished that they could erase just one memory. Jaws' unbothered front made way for a line they set for themselves.

No innocents. No civilians. Jaws would never cross that line. But in their frenzy fueled by their rage and even their fear, they did.

“Milaya?” Natasha kept her movements slow as she came closer, going down to her knees on the now wet grass. Jaws was still growling at Natasha until their eyes met. Natasha could almost see the red begin to leave their vision.

Jaws lurched forward to wrap their arms around Natasha, their figure almost appearing collapsed over hers before they let out a choked breath of relief and distress; coming back to their senses.

Natasha tightened her hold, uncaring of the blood that was seeping into her own clothes. "There you are."

Jaws pulled away only slightly. “You’re okay, right? Nothing feels broken,” their eyes darting over Natasha’s figure, feeling around her ribs to be sure.

Natasha kept her arms around Jaws neck, keeping Jaws’ focus on her. “I’m fine, some bruising and some cuts here and there, but I’ll survive. Nothing to worry about,”

Bringing Natasha back into their embrace, there was a sharp intake of breath as Jaws caught sight of the body of a civilian woman who was caught in the crossfire of their frenzy, her arm missing and her neck turned just a bit too far. They buried their face into Natasha’s hair as a flash of the first woman came to mind.

Disappointment and shame filled Jaws. “I didn’t mean-”

“I know, I know, mily. It happened. And I'm still here,” Natasha murmured, a soothing hand running through the back of Jaws' hair, the other wiping away a splotch of blood from Jaws’ cheek before leaning up and placing a soft kiss in its place. “Everything will be alright, I’ll make sure of it. You won't be alone through this, moy ogon.”

Training also means failed attempts, trying and trying again, trial and error; getting better.

translation:

milaya/mily- sweetheart/honey (iterations of the same thing from my limited understanding)

moy ogon- my fire/my flame (that one's pretty ironic, huh?)

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koalas-koalas-everywhere · 1 year

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Something that confuses me (and alarms me a bit ngl) is the assumption I see everywhere that, once Mike moved to Seattle, he just stopped talking to Harvey. I wasn’t saying anything because there had been no confirmation either way (although why Mike would do something like that, or why Harvey would keep calling if he had, I wouldn’t know, so I just assumed he didn’t), but now I’ve watched If The Shoe Fits and there’s confirmation that they were still talking (with what had sadly become Suits-typical disregard for canon -in this case, Mike being confused about the Paula thing when he was actually in NY for it- notwithstanding. We could always assume Harvey didn’t tell him all that went down back then and now he did), so...?

#Suits TV #Mike Ross #Harvey Specter #it reminds me of the thing with Endgame and Steve in the opposite way #like the guy had travelled to the past to stay and committed to leave everyone else to rot for the sake of not interfering #and people were comparing it to changing schools #now this guy moves to another state with a 3hr difference that makes it difficult but far from impossible to call much less text or email #and fandom assumed he just cut his best friend off??? And why???#one (1) missed call? near the end of the season??#I think fandom's abandonment issues on this one ran deeper than even Harvey's ffs #also I don't want to play fandom armchair psychologist (she says right before playing fandom armchair psychologist) but #I think this is also why the negative reactions to Mike in 9x05 were so... emphatic #there's this air of 'he comes back after all this time for THIS?'#that I don't think Mike's level of dickishness in the ep quite warrants (there's something to be said of the fact that #for all the times he's done something shady with Harvey and for Harvey or even behind Harvey's back #this is the first time he's done something shady against Harvey #which would be upsetting under normal circumstances and enraging after the (presumed) months of radio silence #but... there weren't months of radio silence #also I think ppl kinda wanted Mike to come back grovelling bc everything went wrong in Seattle #and don't know what to do with a successful Mike who came back to shoot the breeze over a round of friendly bloodsport alla Gillis #remember how excited they were to get into a knife fight back then? It's why I find it weird there's ppl offended that he came back #to pick a fight or imply that him doing it bc he misses Harvey is a hidden motive. It's not. They're both very aware that it's an excuse #to hang out and to test the student against the master #what they don't realize even after Gillis is that just bc they want to try their mettle against each other doesn't mean they SHOULD #competitive arrogant dickheads that they are (my loves)

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piratefishmama · 9 months

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Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.

Part 4

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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age-of-moonknight · 2 years

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“Aniana,” Secret Avengers (Vol. 1/2010), #19.

Writer: Warren Ellis; Penciler: Michael Lark; Inkers: Stefano Gaudiano and Brian Thies; Colorist: Jose Villarrubia; Letterer: Dave Lanphear

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Secret Avengers #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Commander Rogers #Steve Rogers #Agent 13 #Sharon Carter #Black Widow #Natasha Romanoff #I thought this was a fun way of introducing the characters and highlighting how this team is characterized by “shady pasts”

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 2 years

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Unpopular opinion but Stefan in a lot of ways is just as manipulative as Myra and he he is bad as Daniel Wallace. The difference is that Stefan is smooth and can charm his way into getting what he wants. This man tried to scheme on Laura twice. The first time when he tried to switch places with Steve. I mean first of all, did he think Laura wouldn’t know the difference considering that she has known Steve since Kindergarten? She knows Steve better than anyone so that was his first mistake. Then the second time is when he schemed with Myra. Stefan my dude, Laura is the easiest most understanding person there is and you think you have to tricks up your sleeve to win her over? Then the first time, he asked her to cuddle after Carl’s friend was shot. “Now that the storm clouds are gone care to cuddle up to a ray of sunshine?” Then when they were in the basement and Laura was wearing the red dress, it was her Stefan the music and the couch. No adult supervision, just them alone toasting their “love”. He also proposed at Disney World, in front of everyone and they weren’t even out of school yet. Stefan is a silver tongue a smooth talker and he thinks he can charm his way out of trouble. Eventually Laura grew tired of his flakiness. She matured past the smooth talking man she fell for. Steve smooth talks some but he is also honest and he isn’t scared to tell Laura off. That is another reason picked Steve over Stefan.

#submission #oh yeah stefan could be shady as hell at times!#stefan was fun in small doses at first but the more you see him #the more shallow and boring he becomes because they never really fleshed him out #they barely focused on his insecurities about being created by steve #in the europe episode he opens up to steve about how he wishes he had a family and a purpose #and then he becomes a model and they just drop that as if becoming a model fixed all his insecurities #stefan is smooth but if you really listen to the things he says #it's all really stupid and cheesy and doesn't mean much #his and laura's relationship is built entirely on a physical attraction and making out #but there's no depth #in their relationship just like there's no depth in stefan himself #with steve you find out about his family #and you feel bad for him because he's been abused #you see his talents you see his kindness #you see him back up his words with his actions #you see him in all these different contexts and situations and you come to love him #but stefan is just an attraction the writers trot out every 10 episodes or so #family matters #stefan urquelle #steve urkel #laura winslow

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