#also me: hey jonathan that was genuinely hot of you

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Hi! First off I love you're writing your very talented! And second how do you think the riddlers would react to finding out they have a teenage daughter they never knew about (how inherited there smarts and sass)and something happened to the mom so they have nowhere to go so they track him down.

Oh geez it’s dad angst time😂 this is just a bunch of boys dealing with the younger versions of themselves. Also sorry this took so long anon!

The riddlers finding out they have a teenage daughter

Warning:mentions of death

Arkham

It was out of pure annoyance when he actually answers the phone after 13 missed calls from Jonathan crane.

So when Jon casually invites him over saying he needs talk to him he’s even more miffed. And then he finds this kid having tea with the dr, who the hell was she-?

“Ah Edward so nice of you to join us,this wonderful young lady has been trying to find some way to reach you.”

The her in question was a rather well put together 16 year old girl who was like a mirror of his younger years. She certainly had his eyes. Eleanor,her name was Eleanor

He’s not stupid and he puts two together quite easily.

Mom gone to cancer,the youngster was left in Gotham to survive on her own with only the understanding that he was her father. Her mother had apparently kept his tie from the fateful evening.

Apart of him him tells himself to just not bother with her,the other stronger side tells him not to be his father

Things are tense at first with moving in. He’s never really shared a space before with anyone so he’s avoidant at first. Not thinking she’s going to be much help with his projects

He is completely surprised when he finds out she knows her way around electronics

But then he realizes the kid has his photographic memory. And his sass……

“When was the last time you took a shower?” “Please explain to me a how a shower will improve any of my plans.” “Simple: you’ll stop me from dying from gross sewer dad smell.”

It irritates the hell out of him but when she start’s jabbing at the other rouges he’s a proud man.

They bond over getting work done,so much time lost yet there making up for it real quick

She created a rather wacky Rubik’s cube that left Batman puzzled for at least two days

Of course he got a kick out of taunting the dork knight while also genuinely being proud of his daughter

It’s hard to get used to hearing the word “dad” in relation to him but it’s a title he “humbly” accepts in the end

BTAS

He received a knock on his door one extremely sunny morning

Gina found him after his “reformation” and partnership with wacko toys was announced to the public. It wasn’t hard tracking down a man in the spotlight

Edward is of course absolutely stunned by the realization.

To his understanding the girl from metropolis knew the basics of his criminal career. The off traps and puzzles were something well known outside of the city.

He feels out of obligation to take her in,I mean he’s a villain but not a monster. Kid gets say down with some hot coco

Of course when he is brought back to Arkham the poor kid is quick to go and visit him and calm him down as well as work on a way to get him out

He’s rather surprised when he get broken out by jervis and Jonathan and they have him a letter from his prodigy with little xoxo’s and detailed escape plans

When he does get home he pretty much is dead set on teaching her everything he possibly can,how he got the virtual reality set up to work,his more simple traps

Of course just like her dear old dad she’s quick to design some of her own.

“A nothing machine that actually does something……. Out of the box but I adore the ingenuity.” “At least it’s more safe than the vr incident”

BTAA

It was another day of Eddie not being able to figure something out using the box method,unfortunately sticking two nuclear bombs and a tricycle and an old Macintosh in the box just wasn’t cutting it that day.

Cue Tuesday getting a phone call from Miss autumn at the behest of scarecrow

“Hey Eddie do you have any kids you forgot to tell me about?? “No….why?” “Oh geez”

He’s basically the surprised pikachu face meme when he meets Tina,kid was smart enough to get the drug king pin of Gotham to listen to her.

She looks so much like him!!

Of course he’s still skeptical! I mean any kid can just say there his! (But still!)

That completely disappears when the kid creates her own gizmos that rival her fathers

Of course rivaling his intellect means also rivaling his ability sass and make fun of everyone else

“A toaster with a tv screen?” “I know,I know not my best work.” “Well duh coulda thrown it in Gotham harbor and it would be more useful.”

Of course him and her quickly put their collective mind brains together and craft some rather complex new plans

Tuesday is totally chill with her around especially considering she’s able to chill him out when he’s suffering from writers block

Really Edward just got another child on top of already having miss Tuesday. He loves his two daughters from their two different origins

Zero year

Moira visited his cell at Arkham shortly after his defeat at zero year

He was already not in the mood for visitors until the determined teen calls him an idiot in a lime colored pimp suit

Hey! He doesn’t need some red headed brat coming in to his cell like she owns the place!

Oh wait…….

Let’s just say that he smartens up real quick to what’s going on.

Initially wants to tell the kid to bug off,he’s got a criminal career to succeed in but she’s quick to point out he doesn’t have anything right now

So they come to an agreement: get him outta there and he’ll maybe let her crash with him for awhile

So color him surprised when she gets him out safe with minimal bruising

Hell she’s pretty damm smart he has to admit,she certainly didn’t get it from her mother

He does ask eventually what became of his ex,a car crash left the poor kid with barely much. He was kinda her best and only option go figure

He’s snarky with the kid for awhile,of course she’s very quick to throw it right back at him

But they quickly start to getting together quite well especially when they DO get into a fight and quickly realize how stupid it was to begin with

I mean c’mon,kid could probably rule Gotham in less than a week. She’s not someone he wants to scorn

She’s a pretty smart kid he guesses (he totally loves her he’s just got an ego)

#batman #x reader #batman rouges #headcanon #the riddler #arkhamverse #asks #arkham riddler #batman arkham series #batman the audio adventures #batman the animated series #zero year riddler

[justlydiasworld]

i know the 80s weren’t the most welcoming to gay ppl but can i pls request robin and reader getting dragged to a kissing booth, maybe their friends setting them up together. Like robin is hesitant to do anything cuz she doesn’t know if reader is straight or not (spoiler, she’s not) thank uuuuu!!

Just The Two Of Us

Pairing: F!Reader x Robin Buckley

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Johnathon Byer

Summary: Robin and a couple of friends head to mall to hang out. Poor baby didn’t know she would be dragged into a kissing booth with you. She’s hesitant since she doesn’t know if you’re straight or not.

Warning(s): None- that I know of.

Authors note: This will turn into a one shot for this fanfic. I love this idea and I can’t wait to write it out. Thank you for requesting,and again my inbox is open.

Summer heat was not the best at Hawkins. The sticky air and the ice cream turning into water. It was definitely not the best. But your group of friends had an idea, not original but it still works. “So we’re all heading to the mall?” You asked with confusion. They were planning on ice skating as a group or heading to a carnival tonight but they just stuck with something simple.

“Yeah we’re going to the mall at 4.” Nancy smirked a smile on her face, putting her arms on Jonathan. Eddie kicked some rocks on the ground and his hands were in his pockets,smiling. “We-Well I’m fine with it. How about you y/n?” The freckled girl asked you with such warmth. Not even the hot weather made that kind of warmth that Robin did to you.

You nodded slowly and she just smiled with all of her teeth. It was adorable. SHE was adorable. Maybe you can’t say it out loud but you wish you could. You haven’t told anyone but Nancy that you also liked girls and guys. She accepted you even though you told her you were bisexual. Something that eased your mind was when Robin came out to you and Steve after the whole incident. You felt almost relieved that somebody else in Hawkins also likes girls.

“Let’s goo! We’re hitting the road!” Eddie screamed on top of his lungs. He opened the door to his truck and sat down. The others just filling in from the back. “Hey, me and Nancy will be right behind you guys. We’re taking my car.” Johnathon said while he scrunches his brows because of the sun hitting his face. “Alright!” Steve yelled back even louder since Eddie started the truck.

So it was just you and Robin sitting extremely close to each other and Eddie and Steve singing to some random songs on the radio. You have no clue what to say to the brunette,rather your mouth did it for you. You saw how her face tilted towards the sun and how it made her glow. Her freckles becoming the most noticeable thing under the sun- truly she was breathtaking. “You’re so,breathtaking Robin.” You mouth dropped slightly and head tilted to get a better view of her face. You were dazed, caught up in a trance almost.

“I-uh- you mean that? As a friend way? Or?” Robin asked with flushed cheeks. She looked at you with her big blue eyes. “Ah,yeah. As friends..” you mumbled the last part, you head looking down on your lap with a frown. Yeah,as friends. Robin didn’t understand why you were so upset, she just genuinely wanted to know. I guess you did mean it in a friend way. Poor Robin wanted to hear something differently.

Eddie and Steve heard everything behind them and both of them only smirk. Mischievous grin that painted their faces, you didn’t know what they had in plan. But for now, you were dancing on the palms of their hands. As soon Eddie parked his truck in front of the mall, he took the keys out of it and got out.

All of you guys end up meeting up at the same place at the right time. The smell of different food mixing in the air and the laughter of kids made it seem so much better and livelier than the sticky heat outside. Steve and the others huddled up in a bunch excluding both you and Robin out of it. It was funny to look at but you were confused for the most part. So was the brunette. “Psst, you know what they’re up to?” Robin whispered near your ear. “No clue Rob. You know anything?” You whispered back with a soothing tone. “Nope,but I bet it’s something stupid. Especially if that dingus (Steve) is in charge of whatever’s going on.”

The both of you guys end up laughing, until a song plays in the mall. “Just The Two Of Us” by Grover Washington. This song was a song that almost everybody in Hawkins enjoyed,definitely a hit. Robin started doing a little dance while she lip syncs the song, moving her hips a bit and having her hands all over the place. “I wanna spend some time with you..” she lip synced while smiling at you. You joined in on the fun and dance along with her in front of everyone,” just the two of us.” You chuckled and stopped because the music stopped and played a different song instead,that was quick.

“Robin you dance? Didn’t know that.” Eddie raised a brow and crossed his arm towards his chest. Nancy pinched his arm a bit and nodded her head towards the,kissing booth? Steve had a sudden realization and cleared his throat. “Ahem, me and Eddie will go and buy some food and hang out for a second. You guys don’t mind right?” You shook your head for a second but you thought it was a group hangout day. “Save me some food dingus!” Robin yelled at him as they walk towards a cafe. “Ah, yeah me and Nancy are actually going to shop for Will and Mike. You know how boys are, growing out of their old clothes and needing new ones.” Johnathon smiled and looked at Nancy. “Ye-yeah, you guys should go into that booth right over there! We’ll meet back in 20 minutes. Promise.” Nancy turned around with Johnathon.

She winked at you before she left and now it was only you and Robin. You turned around and see how flushed her cheeks gotten. She had a day spent with you! All for herself! “I’m sorry you had to be stuck with me Rob. I-I know you probably wanted to hang out with ste-“ Robin cut you off and reassured you,” no!no! It’s,it’s fine. I like spending time with you. A lot actually.”

As Robin finished talking, you took a look at her lips. Plumped, smooth, maybe a bit sweet too. The brunette took that as a sign but she was shocked to see you glare at her lips. By the time Robin could say anything, you dragged her arm. You sat down on the cushioned seat. There was a huge red sign above you that said “KISS ME.” And a huge kiss beside the letters.

As you sat down, the tall freckled girl turned into a sweet red color. Her blue eyes widen. “You-you really wanna-“ She muttered out but of course you wanted to kiss then pretty girl. The way she smiled at you, the way she was there for you every time, this was your shot. Robin wanted confirmation that you also liked girls, and maybe this was the confirmation that she needed. Boy did she have the biggest smile ever.

Robin got nervous and rambled all over again. You aren’t mad at her for that but you were just too impatient at the moment. You wanted everyone to know that you liked this precious girl in fort f you. Even if it means to ruin your reputation. You were still in the mall and crowds of people were hanging around in different areas.

“So uh ye-“ Robin chuckled but as soon as she met your (e/c) eyes, you grabbed her chin with care. Pressing your soft lips with hers. You felt every part of her lips on yours and it felt like heaven. Her plumped lip felt like soft pillows but smelt just like the cherry cola lip balm you bought her at this exact store. You let go of Robin but all she does is whine. “I wanted more than just that..” she mumbled underneath her breath. You looked around, and met her blue eyes once again. “I mean it’s just the two of us.” You gave her a smirk and that made Robin go feral.

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin x y/n #robin x reader #stranger things fic #robin buckley imagine #jancy endgame #jancy supremacy #stranger things jancy #robin angst #robin buckley one shot

[chaotic-good-hippie]

a glimpse of us 

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x AFABreader (she/her)

Summary: Trying to deal with her husband’s affair, our protagonist takes a glimpse at their story, wondering if he ever loved her or if he just liked the idea of being loved.

“That's the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings, it's born from just one single glance but it dies a million little times."

Word count: 3,500

Warnings: Angst, cheating, mentions of sex, no use of y/n, non-descriptive reader (but it’s kind of implied reader isn’t Jewish). Also, I'm not Jewish, so if anything related to their tradition is incorrect, please correct me.

Inspired by: Basically Taylor Swift's entire discography.

Other chapters: Chapter 2 · Chapter 3

Chapter 1: Shock & Denial

“I don’t understand.” The words come out of her mouth with a nervous giggle, the smile on her lips intact. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Well, don’t you find it a little suspicious?”

“No, why?”

Her confusion is legitimate because, at first, the idea of Jonathan and Mira even being in the same room together is absurd. Sure, they don’t hate each other– and for the most part– any kind of resentment is long gone, but they tend to avoid interacting unless Ava is involved. Whenever they face each other, there’s always a palpable tension in the room and, more than once, she’d feared their sarcastic and ironic remarks towards one another would turn into a screaming match or worse. Therefore, the only logical reason she can come up with as to why they’d willingly walk into a room alone, let alone a house, is that they had founded a secret underground Fight Club of something.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing.” Winona, her best friend, sounds as confused as her, but for another reason. “I didn’t mean to bother you; I Just thought I had the responsibility to tell you, that’s all.”

“Oh, it’s okay, no problem. Thanks.”

And for a couple hours after she hangs up, as she goes up and down the house cleaning and organizing, trying to figure out how to deliver the good news, it’s genuinely not a problem at all. She goes on with her night in a peaceful ignorant bliss, blinded by her excitement and good faith.

By ten, when she sits on the living room's couch with a cup of cocoa in hand and the biggest smile on her face, the weight of Winona’s words hasn’t quite settled in yet. She opens her messages with tingling fingers, a corny romance movie playing in the background, and she texts Jonathan with enthusiasm bubbling up her chest and hot cheeks.

«Thoughts on Italian? I have something very important to tell you.»

«Was thinking about that restaurant near Ava’s school, the one with the fettuccini you so much like. Maybe tomorrow night?”

«btw, I miss you. The house is so quiet without you and Ava :(»

Normally, she wouldn’t expect him to answer right away, especially considering he’s supposed to be mourning with his family. Still, she's so happy that she can't help but be a little impatient. So, after some minutes of scrolling through social media to distract herself, she ultimately gives in and calls him instead, heart on her sleeve. 

The phone rings for a while, much to her dismay, and she's about to hang up when his singing voice greets her from the other side of the line:

"Hey, sweetie." 

"Hello, handsome." She sings back, giggling, a mushy warmth blossoming deep in her chest. 

"Hi, baby." They both chuckle, and she can perfectly picture him smiling, messy curls falling over his glasses, a vision that makes her smile. 

"Why are you whispering? She whispers back jokingly. "Am I interrupting something?" 

"Oh, my mom fell asleep already, and I don't want to wake her up." He clears his throat, nervous, and while she knows he tends to do that when lying, she lets it slide. 

"Sorry for calling this late, my love, but I miss you horribly." 

"It's no problem." 

"How's your mom?" 

Even though she had offered to take some days off work to accompany him to his father's shiva, Jonathan had insisted on going alone. It bothered her a little, feeling it was her duty as his wife to be by his side in such a delicate moment. But ultimately, she accepted it after he told her he didn't feel like dealing with his mother's snarky comments toward her for seven days straight. However, she still called each family member to express her condolences and spent an entire night baking kichlach for Jonathan to take with him. When it came time for the funeral, she asked again to go with him, but he refused once more, claiming his mother only wanted her children and herself to be there. It hurt, but she wasn't about to disrespect the widow's desires, especially since she kinda abhors her. 

"She's fine. It's just... You know, the whole thing at the ceremony was really draining for her.

"Oh, my dear." She feels guilty for leaving him alone in a moment like this. Maybe she should try harder to build a relationship with his mother for the sake of their little family. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, don't worry, darling." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah. Well, you know how it is. It's like the... Being at the cemetery and then going to an empty house. It was a lot for her." 

"Of course, it must be terrible to lose your life-long partner." God knows, even if she had only been with Jonathan for three and a half years, she couldn't imagine a life without him now. "I'm so sorry, my love. Don't you want to stay a little longer? Maybe your mom would like that." 

"No, no, I gotta go back to work." 

"Okay." A huge smile creeps on her face at his words. "So you're coming back tomorrow?" 

"Uh, yes. Taking the 6:30 train out of Valley Stream, then the Amtrak from Penn Station." 

"I wish I could pick you up, but my shift starts at seven." 

"It'll be fine, sweetheart. I'll see you at home when you come back." 

"Ugh, fine." She bites her lip, trying to hold her excitement to not spoil the surprise. "Did you see my messages?" 

"No, I'm sorry. What they say?" 

"Can I facetime you? I want to see your gorgeous face." 

He laughs, but there's something hidden in the way in which he stutters before answering:

"Okay. Yeah. Just, uh..." She can hear him panting as he walks hurriedly, then a door closes. "Trying to connect here."

She hangs up, and not even a second later, his phone starts buzzing, her name displayed in big white letters on the screen. 

"Oh, look at you, such a marvelous sight." Her cheeks heat up, something she'll always be surprised by. No matter how many times he complimented her, he always managed to turn her into a giggly schoolgirl with his sweet-talking. "I love how that sweater fits you." 

"Only because it makes my boobs look bigger." 

"Oh, I like your boobs just the way they are, honey." There's an eco in his video. "I'll show you just how much tomorrow night." 

As she laughs at his flirty attitude, her eyes divert to his background, where she can see a strangely familiar tile. 

"Where are you?" A strange uneasiness suddenly overcomes her, a sign that her brain has already caught something her mind has yet to figure out. 

"I'm in the bathroom." 

"What?"

"I'm in the bathroom." 

"Oh." She tries to match the tiles to a room in his parent's house, but nothing comes to mind. 

"What did you want to tell me?" 

"Ah, yeah... Um..." She can't focus on her words, distracted by those damn tiles of unknown origin. "I have great news, amazing actually... So I thought we could celebrate in that Italian restaurant near Ava's school." 

"Basile?" 

"Yeah, there." 

"Uh, they have the best fettucini." He licks his lips, and she forces a smile, her mind rushing. "Seems good to me. May I have a hint of what we are celebrating?" 

"No, it's a surprise." 

The whole situation feels like a deja vú, from the way he's whispering to how he stutters every three words, anxious voice rushing through the conversation. It all takes her back to three years prior.

«Hey, how did it go?» 

«Are you okay?» 

«Hope it wasn't too bad.» 

«Wanna have breakfast together? I think I can make it before you leave for work.» 

Four innocent messages were all it took for Jonathan to blow up at her, even if she had only sent them because she was worried. 

When Jonathan had told her Mira was going to stop by their house to discuss the divorce, she became wary, but only because he'd been doing so well for the past few months, she feared her presence would trigger him. It took time, money, therapy, tears, and some inebriated late-night conversations, but his eyes had finally regained their light, and his lips remembered how to smile. It irked her to think a conversation with his ex could throw so much effort out the window in a matter of minutes. 

Thus, when he didn't call or text like he'd promised to, she immediately assumed the worst. And, as much as she wanted to drop everything and check on him, she had a duty at the hospital, so for now, she could only hope for him to answer the texts. 

Just as she was putting her phone away, it started buzzing, his name and photo illuminating the screen, making her smile. Even after months of dating, she felt like a teenager every time they talked or were together, a dozen butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the mere thought of him. 

"Hey." 

"Hey, hi!" She walked outside the emergency room and stood beside the entrance, watching the rain, to avoid getting in the way of doctors and patients. "How are you? I was dead worried–"

"Good, uh, yeah." He interrupted her, whispering in an irritated voice. "But, listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with–"

"Bombard you?" She tried her best not to match his tone, thinking he may have had a terrible evening and was just tense. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you; I just wanted to know how you were." 

"I told you I'd call you when she left." Suddenly, she went from a teenager to a scolded child with how he talked to her like she was stupid.

It took her by surprise, really; he'd never been anything but a gentleman with her since the day they met a little over a year before. He'd never been rude or condescending, not even in his worst days, and he always spoke to her with such tenderness she just melted on the spot. 

Why he's acting like a complete imbecile out of nowhere? 

"Yeah, I know, but it's almost midnight, and you–" It clicked then. "She hadn't gone yet?" 

"No, she hasn't. She's still here, okay?" 

"Oh, is everything all right?" Her blind fade was present there since day one. "Where is she?" 

"She's..." Out of all the possibilities, she certainly wasn't expecting him to say the next. "She's in bed." 

"She's staying in?" She really wanted to keep calm and be mature enough to not let jealousy invade her, but then a thought crossed her mind. "Wait, whose bed?"

"My bed." 

"And where were you before you called?" 

The line goes silent for some seconds in which she can hear him calmly breathe with nothing more to add. She waited for an explanation, anything that could soothe the turmoil of emotions tearing her apart from the inside out. Tears were already forming in the corner of her eyes, but she blinked them away as she bit her lip, troubled. 

"Why?" She inhales deeply, passing back and forth. "Jon, baby, I'm trying to understand you here, but you're not helping much. What happened? You were supposed to talk about the divorce and..."

"Listen–"

"Why is she in your bed? The same bed you made love to me just this morning..." He called her name, but she was so distracted in her ranting that she didn't listen. "And then you have the audacity to call me and complain about four text messages as if I was trying to control you or something." 

"We... we need to talk, 'cause this is–" 

The phrase sent her on a panicked rambling because nothing good ever came out of those words. She was shaking, the hem of her uniform getting wet as she mindlessly stepped on puddles. Her friends had warned her; they'd told her numerous times that dating an older married man wasn't the greatest idea, but she was already head over heels for him when all these happened. His gentle touch, sweet words, and ease with which he made her laugh and feel cared for; he was her safe space and vice versa. Or so she thought. 

"Yeah, of course, we need to talk. We're in a relationship, Jonathan, you kind of owe us some respect, you know? That means establishing certain boundaries with Mira..."

"This is really just not, uh...–" She kept talking over him, between upset and scared for what he had to say.

"We can talk about this over breakfast, alright? I'll pass by Starbucks on my way to your house, I'll be there by seven–" 

"I'm trying to tell you we should take a break because this is just not..." That's all it took to leave her speechless, a shaky sight leaving her lips as the first tears fell down her cheek. "Not working out for me right now." 

"What are you talking about?" Her voice cracked, anger boiling down her throat. "It was working perfectly fine this morning, Jon." 

"No, uh, uh..." He didn't know what to say, a part of him breaking at the sound of her crying, the other just wanting to hang up and go back to Mira. 

"Jonathan, what the fuck!? When I left this morning, you swore she would only be there an hour or so to start the divorce arrangements. You kissed me, we had sex, we ate together. Everything was fine, and now you just decide it's not? What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Okay, you know, let me just... Let me stop you here before you say something that you're gonna regret" It only made her angrier, the way he was avoiding talking about the subject and treating her like a child. "Look, I'm... I'm really sorry it has to end like this, but, uh... Honestly, I've been feeling for a while that–". 

"Bullshit, Jonathan!" Some staff turned to see her as she yelled, and her cheeks heated up at the undesired attention. She was a crying mess, and she felt ridiculous for falling that hard for someone in only a matter of months while he just pretended to feel the same. She breathes deeply and lowers her voice, trying to control herself. "Jon, listen to yourself. Five seconds ago you wanted some time, now you're breaking up with me over the phone?" 

"Well, you know, that–"

"Jonathan, I love you." He immediately goes silent. 

Neither of them had said it before, but she had been tempted to more than once. As she lay on his chest, intertwined bodies under the covers; as he drank his coffee in the morning, wet curls fell over his glasses; as he talked about his students and his job; as he and Ava played. She knew she could only suppress it for so long, but she was scared of freaking him out, of it being too big of a sentence for his heart. 

"I love you, I really do. I love you so, so much." She sobbed, internally hitting herself for her bluntness in a moment like that. "Please, we can talk about it, please."

"I'm not..." He wasn't sure of what to say, caught off guard by her confession and the pain in her voice. 

Did he love her back? He had thought about saying it more than once, but the words always died out on the tip of his tongue. Sure, he was scared of loving again, but mostly he didn't even know if he was ready or completely over Mira. He felt terrible because she was perfect: Clever, funny, gentle, and caring, and the sex was the best he had had in his entire life. Then why couldn't he bring himself to tell her what he was sure he felt? 

"You don't have to say it back, it's okay." Her heart was being ripped open inside her chest, but she wasn't going to guilt trip him for it. "I, just, um... Please, please, don't leave me." 

He pronounced her name in a breathy voice, blinking his own tears away. "I'm sorry, it's better this way." 

"Jon–" Her beeper goes off, and huffing, she checks the message as she roughly wipes the tears from her face. "I have to go, they need me here." 

"Okay, bye." He swallowed the lump in his throat, resisting the urge to take back his words. How could he after everything he just said? "I'm sorry." 

The tile is the same as the downstairs bathroom in his old house, the one he shared with Mira for over ten years. She comes to the realization with trembling hands, a tight pressure on her chest making it difficult to breathe. 

"I love you." Jonathan says with a smile, not noticing her entire world is shattering right beneath her because of him. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow." 

It took him so long to be able to say those three simple words that every time he pronounced them, she treasured them in the deepest of her soul. But not today, today they feel like the worst of burns. 

"I love you too." The words are bitter on her lips. "I'll leave you, you must be tired, and you still gotta travel tomorrow." 

"Okay. I'll see you at the restaurant at 8, is that okay? 

"Yeah." 

"Great, love you. Laila tov."

"Laila tov." 

He hangs up, leaving her alone with the TV voices and her inner turmoil. Her previous excitement is gone, and all she can think about now it's Winona's words:

"I saw him entering his old house with Mira, and they've been there for a while." 

“No.” She whispers for only the wind to hear. “Not my Jonathan, not him.”

My Jonathan, a conjunction of words so familiar to her tongue, it almost feels wrong to say one without the other. Yet, as she absently fidgets with the gold band on her finger, she wonders if they were ever true or if it was just her turning a blind eye to the obvious. She wants to laugh and brush the whole thing off as her being sensitive, but her inner voice keeps telling her there's something terribly wrong. 

Surely, this all has to be a misunderstanding, right? Jon, sweet loving Jonathan, wouldn't betray her trust and lie straight to her face with no remorse. Not when he knows how much it hurts and how much she loves him. And even if he did, he wouldn't be as stupid as to do it in his old house and with his ex-wife. Not when her best friend lives just down the street, with a perfect view of the master bedroom from the second floor. 

It's Jonathan, her Jonathan, and he'll never hurt her like that. 

She doesn't even realize what her fingers are doing until the dialing tones sound beside her ear. One, two, three, then a female voice picks up:

"Hello?" Elisheva, his sister, greets her softly. 

"Hi, Shevi" She's holding her breath, livid and a little nauseous. "I'm sorry for calling this late, I just wanted to check on you and your mom." 

It isn't a lie, she truly cares for them even if Myriam sees her as an intruder in her family. Besides, she doesn't take it personally; Mr. Levy's hostility isn't directed at her as a person but rather at her status as his son's second wife.  

"Oh, no worries. We're as good as we can be, thanks for calling." Shevi's always been friendly with her, making an effort with Arie to integrate her into the family after getting engaged. "Although, it's a shame Jon couldn't stay longer, you know? Maybe that could have cheered up mom a little."

"He's not at your house?" The surprise and distress in her voice confuse Elisheva. 

"No, he left right after the funeral, at four." No, it couldn't be. Jonathan had told her he'd stayed with his family until tomorrow, and even if he'd decided to leave early, he should have been in the house hours ago. "He isn't home yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I just remembered." She lies, holding her tears and embarrassed. "He said he was going to stop by a friend's house, he probably lost track of time." 

The conversation pretty much dies there, and after wishing her goodnight and promising to call in the morning again, she hangs up, feeling a hole in her chest. 

She blankly stares at the TV for some minutes, dismayed, convinced she'll wake up any minute, and he'll be beside her. Messy hair, soft lips slightly apart, and his chest rising slowly in rhythm with his light snores. She'll cuddle him, bury her face in the crook of his neck and leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his lips; he'll wake up and return the gesture, and they'll have morning sex and have breakfast together, and everything will be just fine. 

This was all a nightmare. 

Just a nightmare. 

A nightmare. 

Then, as a bucket of cold water, the cuckoo clock on the wall chimes, and her inner hell unleashes. 

#jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy x you #jonathan levy x y/n #angst #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #reader insert

[i-am-autistic]

And finally on Nancy's character I do have to say I find it weird people problematize inherently the act of sexualizing her in the show or her having romance in the show. Or just generally like not to say Nancy's depiction is entirely devoid of misogyny but inherently I don't find anything wrong with a sexual depiction of such a character and I find it weird people do. It's also somewhat misogynistic I feel that the 1000000 gratuitous depictions of sexuality that exist in males teen fiction is like not even allowed at 1% for characters that are meant for women for some reason cuz everyone knows women are sexless. It's like.......people realize women and teen girls get horny, have sex, romantic lives, etc right like it's not a very unique thing to sexualize them or make romance important for them. Sure I'd argue most depictions in pop media is problematic but not all. I hope people will understand sexualization=acknowledgement of sexual life not simply for the purposes of male gaze enjoyment. I get that there is a feminist push for more diverse representation, I just think it shouldn't color the actual analysis of what is there. It's not impossible to have both characters who are and aren't into romance. It's just that is blatantly a part of Nancy's character that she loves people deeply of which her boyfriend is her scene partner in about 80% of the show, it is genuinely ridiculous to pretend like the development she had was independent of him or that it is uniquely true to the character for her to have an *independent* ending . Obviously there is gratuity and crossing the line wrt gratuity but I'd hardly say Nancy in the show is sexualized gratuitously in the sense of her having a ton of sexualization, it's mostly present in the show as merely an acknowledgement of her sexuality rather than a focus or gratuitous. And that's just good honest writing.......like would it be better for people if two horny teenagers got together and the sex was just not acknowledged like they're the scooby gang. Just like Jonathan and Nancy sitting there fully clothed in S3. Also as a third thing, this is a hot take and I don't mean it to anyone who enjoys those tags, makes fanfics,fandom content or anything for them. I enjoy a lot of it and everything is allowed and supported by me in fandom. I'm talking very specifically about a very small subsect of posts I saw just after S4 and not broadly about this community or 99% of the posts I see from it. But I just don't get like as someone who ships a lot of the queer ships in the show(Loudly Jargyle and quietly Ronance and Byler while also supporting most others just not actively shipping them) l don't get people who want to generally downplay the role Nancy and Jonathan have had in eachothers lives. As I enjoy both of them and enjoy them as queer characters it is weird to me in both fandoms that sometimes you find people who discard the opposing character and as someone who enjoys both it kinda sucks to read. Like hey....queer people can like people of the opposing gender and have relationships with them too, it's not like awful to acknowledge that the romance was deep and loving. Not that everyone is like this, just there are some fanfics that feel like they put in the effort to put the other character/romance down and I'm like damn. I get that some people just don't want to include like an entire paragraph about Nancy talking about Jonathan's hair when they want to write lesbian sex. The above hot take is kinda separate from the rest of the post. What I guess I mean to say is it's weird to me that we get so puritan with stuff we go back to the 50s with the misogyny like some people really want women to be depicted as like sexless and romanceless and they don't enjoy romance or sex and their romantic or sexual partners are not allowed to be important and they can't enjoy or just have sex. Also men can do all these things with no problem and it's often endearing for them to do so.

#jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy #stranger things

[brianwashere]

Ok so—don’t ask about the title. I tried but that was the only one I could think of.

Also the margarita cupcakes come straight from my childhood those slap fr.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Stranger Things**

Pairing: the byer-hopper family

Genre: found family

Summary: Billy picked up a new hobby and seemed surprised people noticed.

Tw: cussing, implications of child abuse

Baked

It had been 4 months after Billy had moved in. Four. Rocky. Months.

The first one to notice it was Max, naturally. She was his sister, she knew him probably better than anyone else.

“When did you start baking?” Max interrogated.

Billy kept folding chocolate chips into the cookie dough.

“When are you going to mind your own business?” He retorted with no real bite.

The redhead rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, asshole. Just save me one.” She said as she left the house to meet up with Lucas.

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The second person to notice was Will.

Makes sense, he’s very observant.

“Soooooo…” He started off looking at Billy expectantly.

Billy looked back at him slightly confused and shrugged.

“What? You wanna lick the spoon or something?” He asked half joking.

Will perked up.

“Can I?” He sounded a little too excited.

“What are you, seven?” Billy teased as he handed him the spoon he was done with.

“Who cares? I get to have brownie batter.” Will retorted.

“Yeah, and salmonella.”

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Joyce noticed third.

She had smelled something delightful and walked to the kitchen to find the source of the smell.

She was pleasantly surprised to see Billy, eyes furrowed and tongue sticking out in focus as he piped icing onto some cupcakes.

“Hey, big guy. What’re you doing there?” She asked curiously.

Billy looked up at her like he was only noticing her there for the first time.

“Oh, hey Ms. Byers.” He said quietly.

“Billy, what’d we talk about with the whole ‘Ms. Byers’ things?” She reminded him gently

“Right. Sorry, Joyce.” The blond corrected.

“So, did you make these yourself?” She continued on as if nothing happened.

“Yeah…hope you like margarita cupcakes.” Billy said as he straightened up.

He plucked an iced one from the corner of the rack and held it out to her. She took it thankfully. Billy continued icing the remaining cupcakes.

Joyce took a bite of the cupcake and her eyes widened.

“Holy shit! This is amazing, Billy!” She exclaimed.

Billy looked surprised.

“Thank you, Joyce.” He said.

“Hey, anytime you wanna bake something for me feel free.” She walked out of the room.

Billy felt warm. She liked his baking?

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El was next.

He had just taken the croissant dough out of the fridge to fold it for what must’ve been the billionth time and fill it with chocolate.

Billy piped chocolate onto the folded pastry and turned to look at the recipe for a split second only to glance back and see El trying to swipe chocolate out of the bowl with her finger.

“Hey! What they hell do you think you’re doing!” Billy shouted.

El flinched back immediately and looked at him with genuine fear.

Billy’s chest felt tight. He hadn’t meant to actually scare her. He lowered his voice.

“I’ll hit you if you try that again.” He joked raising the wooden spoon from the bowl.

Ok if it was anyone else than her he wouldn’t have hesitated to whack them.

El stared at him, searching for his tone. When she found he was joking she grinned as well.

“Here hold your finger out.” Billy said.

El looked confused.

“We’ll do you want some or not?” He pushed.

She held her finger out. Billy wiped some from the spoon onto her finger. She grinned and licked it off.

“Thank you, Billy!” She called as she ran off to her room again.

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Jonathan saw him baking next. He was trying to make macarons. Key word: trying.

He cursed to himself as he took the hot tray out of the oven only to see the cookies had sunk in the center.

Jonathan had glanced at them while he got a cup of water.

“Those don’t look too bad.” He offered.

“What’re you talking about? They sunk in the middle and that was the last of the eggs.” Billy said in agitation.

“I’m sure they’re still good to eat.” Jonathan suggested drinking his water.

Billy just shrugged, still angry about how they turned out.

“Well if you’re that broken up about it you can always make more later.” He said poking the hot cookies and quickly retracting his finger when it burned him.

Billy looked at him with a cross between unimpressed and unsurprised.

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The last one to notice was Hopper.

Billy was focusing on rolling the thin tuiles but kept breaking them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!” He seethed through grit teeth; one of the kitchen lightbulbs broke.

“Woah kid, what’s with the harsh language. No need to break a bulb over it.” Hopper glanced up at the broken bulb from his newspaper.

“Not like I was trying to.” Billy snapped.

“No need to get pissy. Just wonderin’ why you’re upset, that’s all.” Hopper said calmly before taking a sip of coffee.

“The damn things keep breaking before I can roll them.” The blond grumbled.

“Try waiting less time before you roll them.” The cop proposed.

Billy’s eye twitched and the light flickered in response. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

“Yeah sure, I’ll try that.” Billy said, exasperated.

As if on cue, the oven went off. He put on oven mitts and took the tray out. He grabbed the timer and turned it to 30 seconds then waited impatiently for it to go off. It only took 10 seconds for Billy to get impatient and try to start peeling the tuiles from the parchment.

“Fuck!” The blond cussed and reeled his hand back. A

piece of metal wall decor flew off from its spot, Hopper just nearly dodged it.

“Ok, kid! I draw the line at murder attempts.” He said jokingly.

He stood and approached Billy, who was staring at him with defensiveness and fear.

“I’m sorry—I-I didn’t mean it. It was—it was an accident, I swear!” Billy stammered.

“Kid I know you can’t control it…yet. Calm down I’m here to try and help these with you.” Hopper clarified.

Hopper grabbed a wooden spoon.

“Alright, how do we makes these damn things?” He asked Billy.

Billy looked bewildered for a moment but quickly shook it off.

“You peel them off of the paper and then wrap them around the handle of the spoon.” He explained.

Hopper nodded and began peeling a tuile from the paper; he immediately broke it.

“Suddenly I see why you were so irritated.” Hopper admit with a chuckle.

“Mhmm.” Billy concurred smugly.

“Why couldn’t you have just done something easy?” The older man sighed.

“I’ve done everything easy. I wanted a challenge.”

“Well it’s a challenge alright.”

They settled into a comfortable silence while attempting to roll the thin tuiles.

Hopper broke the silence.

“Are you happy here, Billy?” He asked.

Billy stopped, staring at the counter. Was he happy here? He had a roof over his house and food in his belly and a father who didn’t beat him for no reason. He had his sister as well.

“…I am.” He finally said firmly.

“Good. I’m glad.” Hopper straightened and ruffled his hair.

Billy stood there, thunderstruck for a minute.

“Also, I think you just broke your last tuile thingy.” Hopper pointed out.

“Oh son of a bitch!” The power went out.

#billy hargrove redemption arc #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #Billy Hargrove imagine #Billy Hargrove bakes #the Byers-hopper family #billy and max #Billy and max have a good relationship #stranger things #stranger things post season 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things everybody lives au #Billy Hargrove has powers

[itsnothappening]

seventh heaven | daminette

word count: +1.2k

summary: "and," marinette mumbled, "i really want you to kiss me."

a/n: for the first time in forever, i didn't use pinterest.

ao3 | wattpad | prompts | masterlist

Marinette seriously regretted her decision to let Chloe drag her to this party.

Sure, maybe Marinette had been working herself too hard, but that didn't mean had to bring her to this stupid party. The music was shitty on a whole new level, dancing with the crowd meant allowing herself to get groped by drunk guys and finally, rich kids seemed to like cheap, disgusting alcohol.

Lovely night, wasn't it?

Marinette spotted Chloe chatting with some uppity-but-handsome guys. Resolving to end her 'fun' night here, Marinette advanced to her best friend, pasting a polite smile for appearances as she did so. 

"Hey Chlo!" she said in her typical bubbly manner. "I just wanted to say—"

Chloe interrupted Marinette as if she knew what Marinette was going to say. To be honest, she probably did. 

"Mari!" Chloe said, equally brightly. Honestly, that should have been the first thing that tipped Marinette off that something was up. "I want you to meet some people!"

Marinette felt the smile on her face become fixed, wanting to leave but not wanting to seem rude. "Oh, alright—"

The blond man, the seemingly happier one out of the two, gave her a bright smile. "Hi, Marinette! Chloe's told us so much about you! I'm Jon!"

Resisting the urge to side-eye Chloe, Marinette gave the man in front of her a genuine smile. "Jon, as in Jonathan Kent?"

Inwardly, Marinette smirked because goddamn, Chloe had just made a huge mistake by introducing her best friend to her crush. Chloe seemed to realise it as well, suddenly recalling the countless she had spent ranting to Marinette about that cute guy in her class who she was sure would get along with Marinette. 

The second guy holding out his hand was what snapped Marinette out of her dangerous matchmaking thoughts. Suddenly realising he was talking to her, Marinette said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"My name," he said stiffly, "Is Damian."

Marinette shook his hand, introducing herself with a smile on her face.

When she looked up at him, though, she suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat and her eyes widen subtly. 

Holy shit, this guy was hot.

Marinette felt her heart begin to gallop in her chest — quite like it did when she was fourteen and 'in love' with Adrien. Reminding herself that she was an adult now, not a lovesick stalker, Marinette let go of Damian's hand, which she had been shaking for just a little too long. 

"Anyway," Chloe interrupted the two of them with an excited clap of her hands. "Let's go to the other room!"

Leaving no room for argument, she grabbed Jon's hand and pulled him towards the exit.

Marinette gave a faux sigh at her excitement, her decision to leave already waning away. "Dear God, she's so in love."

"Well," said a deep voice, "At least it's returned." 

Whirling around, Marinette told her heart to calm the hell down as she answered Damian. "Lovely. Now all they need to do is date."

Damian gave her a heart-stopping smirk as they followed the direction Chloe and Jon had disappeared in. "I don't know — knowing the two of them, perhaps that will also require our assistance."

Marinette felt her cheeks pink slightly at Damian's use of us. 

"Maybe," she said, shrugging, and walking into the adjacent room. "But at least we can have fun while doing it, right?"

Damian opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by Chloe. 

"Finally!" she said, rolling her eyes at them. "Let's begin our game of seven minutes in heaven!"

Never mind, Marinette was regretting her decision to stay now. 

Waiting silently in anticipation as the bottle spun, Marinette took a sip of her who-knows-what-number glass of beer (which was only mildly better than the alcohol), only a little tipsy. 

Which, for your information, was code for substantially tipsy. 

Leaning forward slightly as the bottle slowed down, Marinette crossed her fingers and toes hoping that it wouldn't land on her. 

It did. 

Her ears ringing from everyone in the room cheering loudly, Marinette hoped she wasn't doomed to spend the next seven minutes stuck in a closet with some jerk with herpes or something. 

She looked up slowly, only for her blue eyes to meet Damian's forest-green ones, staring at her already.

Heartbeat going overdrive now, Marinette felt the colour rush to her cheeks as she stood up slowly. 

Hearing Chloe and Jon cheering loudly out of everyone in the crowd, Marinette and Damian silently walked into the closet, both too embarrassed to talk to each other. 

Once they were shut in, Marinette was infinitely thankful that it was dark because her cheeks were practically scarlet now. 

The silence was beginning to become stifling as Damian and Marinette stood silently in the darkness. 

"So," Damian said, and then cleared his throat. "So — um, what do you want to do?"

Now, here's what you need to know before we move ahead: Marinette would be forever embarrassed by what she said next, and she blames it on the alcohol and beer she previously downed. 

"You're really hot."

It was like Marinette was floating on a bubble when she said that, completely uncaring of what Damian thought of her.

Damian felt his heart quite literally stop when Marinette said that because there was no way, the pretty girl in front of him had just said that. 

He felt the blood in his body rush and heat as soon as he saw her, but he didn't think she actually liked him. 

"Like, really, really hot," she continued, giggling lightly now. "I kinda felt like I was going to faint when I saw you."

Dear God, Damian's self-control only went so far and right now, Marinette was not helping. For god's sake, they'd only been in there for barely a minute!

"And," Marinette mumbled. "I really want you to kiss me."

Damian let out his breath in a whoosh. That was it. 

His hands, expert in the dark, wrapped around Marinette's waist and pulled her towards him. 

"I'm going to kiss you now," he said huskily, looking down into the darkness, peering into the blue rings of her eyes. "And I need you to tell me now if you want to stop — because otherwise, I won't."

The two of them were frozen for a few seconds after that, Damian in silent anticipation and Marinette in shock. 

Marinette's mind was spinning. Was this actually happening? Was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen actually asking to kiss her? Was she dreaming?

Well, if she was it was a damn good dream. And after this, Chloe couldn't say Marinette hadn't let go. 

She had barely finished giving her consent when Damian's lips were on hers, as soft and warm as she expected them to be. 

Their lips moving in sync, Marinette tangled her hands in Damian's soft curls, tugging them lightly. In response, Damian grunted and pushed her against the wall, lips moving harder now. 

A loud banging on the door was what interrupted them, a few minutes later.

"Times up!" Jon yelled through the closet door, and slowly opened it. 

Marinette and Damian rushed to make themselves presentable but nothing was going to hide their swollen lips and tousled hair. 

Jon and Chloe stared at the two of them in shock. 

"Marinette," said Chloe, snapping out of her stupor. She grabbed her best friend's hand, dragging her out. "I need details."

#daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #maribat #fluff #humour #au #alternate universe #party #seven minutes in heaven #closets #spin the bottle #strangers to lovers #chloe bourgeois #jon kent #chloe x jon #jon x chloe

[viscountessevie]

I’m not going to excuse people getting threatening messages because that’s just fucking wrong, no matter what. But you very much shared an ask response on the main Bridgerton tag about Colin being confused and fucking Penelope’s belly button. Like okay, maybe it seems like a funny joke of him being a clueless virgin? But I have heard the fat joke countless times growing up, about a woman being so fat that a man might make that mistake. And hey, maybe you never experienced that but it’s really hurtful. It just comes off as incredibly fatphobic, so if you’re not actively trying to hurt people, please try harder?

Anon is talking about this post

[Shoutout to my friends for looking this over before I posted @sweetestviscount @sophiamariabeckett and @hptriviachamp & @jeanvanjer for the HR insight]

Hey there, thank you for sending this ask and letting me know in a civil manner! While they were not death threats aimed at me - I’m hoping I never get those - THIS is the way to broach things that are hurtful not call people disgusting names and hope they die. Under no circumstances should we ever try to justify death threats under the guise of moralising. That being said, I genuinely thank you for the way you wrote this, anon. 

I definitely hear you and understand your frustration on hearing countless fat jokes growing up. That must have been really shitty and I'm genuinely sorry about that. I promise you this blog is a safe space for those who wish to make it as such and, while I condemn Show!Penelope for her actions, I am actively anti-fatphobic and DO NOT tolerate it on here at all!

However, I would like to clarify the joke in the ask and the anon who sent it very much confirmed it too. You were somewhat right in your first guess:

Like okay, maybe it seems like a funny joke of him being a clueless virgin?

You may also have missed a related ask here where I explicitly stated this:

To a certain extent, it is about his cluelessness as a virgin but mainly about the lack of his sexual prowess and so I assure you, the joke is 100% on Show!Colin and the way he is currently being written and nothing against Pen or her weight at all.

Like I said in the screenshot above, literally nothing wrong with being a virgin! It can be great and you aren't always clueless. Again, this is HR (Historical Romance) show and that comes with a certain standard. If they want to keep him a virgin, that's great - more rep for people like us! But he needs to be a Hot Virgin™ and if he was clueless, let Pen teach him or something! That's a solid trope.

While we are on the topic, I do want to defend Pen against the show and the way the showrunners clearly view her. Aside from the horrible things she's done to innocent people in the Ton, hate-criming the POCs and backstabbing those closest to her, it's very telling that Daphne and Kate got Regé Jean Page as Simon and Jonathan Bailey as Anthony respectively who do have a large number of people who find them hot (if they aren't your type, fine but you can't deny they are on the higher end of an objective attractiveness scale). They fit the standard of a typical Hot HR Hero and that's what their wives deserve!!

Why doesn't Pen get the same type of hero? Why isn't she written like Daph and Kate who also hit the standard of HR heroines? Yes, Penelope is framed sympathetically by the narrative after everything she's done but when you put together all the actions I listed above, she is also written as a villain that gets away with everything (so far - we don't know if she'll even apologise in S3). If this was any other show where she wasn't guaranteed Colin as her endgame, she would be a villain.

It's just really annoying to see the (1) one fat main character on the show not given the HR heroine treatment and given a boy next door looking man who is very close to doing brownface if that tan from Greece keeps up. Book Pen (pre-TVWLM weight loss) and Nicola deserved the HR treatment!! 

[I have said this a couple of times on my blog but Newts is cute; especially his S1 looks but it not exactly HR Hot but if he gets you going, that’s great! He’s just not it for the majority of us and that’s okay too.]

To close this off, again I do apologise that the original ask hurt you and may have brought up painful memories. That was neither Jett Anon's intention nor mine, I hope the clarification helped and my DMs are open if you do want to vent about this more.

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Fandom #Penelope Featherington #Honestly she deserved better

[strangestcase]

Puts my fingers together. Ok I am aware that the reason Mina and Dorian were exes in the LXG movie is because Norrington wanted the two hottest actors to kiss onscreen (actually the hottest male actor of that movie is Jason Flemyng but uh sure, Stuart Townsend is hot I guess). And that the in-universe reason is that Mina had a short but passionate fling with this rockin’ twink that definitely sees their relationship as a mere break in his quest to fuck all the men in London.

But in my minds eye it’s funnier like. I want to think Dorian to Mina is that attractive yet somewhat annoying guy she and her husband had a bunch of threesomes with and she genuinely didn’t think much of him other than the fact that he’s cute but at the end of the day the Harkers just wanted some hole. I mean some More hole. Like if you’re going to put this guy in the movie to make things hornier you should just go all the way. Of course they weren’t going to do that because it’s a 2003 movie and implying Dorian fucks men is like heresy but We Have All Read The Book Right? Was not 2000s homophobia a Thing, this guy would have pulled the ex card on Mr. Hyde as well.

I also just want to imagine Jonathan getting railed by this supernaturally hot guy. He deserves it I think. As compensation for the Horrors. In a different timeline Jonathan is alive for the LXG movie and there is a post credits scene in which Mina is back home and goes, hey honey, remember that guy we had those amazing threesomes with? Yeah the twink. Well he tried to kill me.

#doc talks #the league of extraordinary gentlemen #lxg #loeg

[w1llb7ers]

Like Warriors

(a small sick fic??)

Building onto what I said about Mike being incapable of taking care of himself when he's sick because Will is the one that always took care of him before he moved to California, there were hardly ever times when Will was sick (to Mike's knowledge) and this was due to the fact that whenever Will was sick he would try to hide it from Mike and pretend like he was fine since he doesn't like to be babied. Also because Will is EXTREMELY selfless and doesn't want Mike to catch what he has. So he distances himself when he gets sick.

One day, Will's plan to keep his sickness away from Mike fails horribly because Will had told Mike that he was going to stay home instead of go to the Wheeler's house for the weekend. This was unusual for Will to do, so Mike feigns understanding saying, “Oh, okay! Well, I'll see you on Monday then.” playing it cool. Little does Will know that Mike is about to bike all the way to his house after they part ways, approximately 20 minutes after they say goodbye, and walk into the Byers' house. Just to see an empty abode with Will's door slightly ajar. He walks towards it cautiously only to see Will laying in bed with a hot cloth on his forehead, sweating like crazy.

Mike walks in and carefully sits on the bed, but Will is super sensitive to small movements when he's asleep so his eyes shoot open and he shuffles on the bed. “Mike?? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be-”

“At home?” Mike finishes his thought. “I wanted to check on you because you were acting weird today.”

Will looks defeated because 1) he thought he hid his discomfort fairly well and 2) now Mike is too close and he might catch his cold!!

“I'm fine. You should go back home.” Will states a bit aggressively. He doesn't like the idea of him causing Mike to get sick.

“No! I came here because I was worried about you. So, I'm staying.” Mike harrumphs dramatically, “Plus, you always take care of me so it's my turn!”

Will sighs in defeat. He's way too exhausted to be arguing with Mike over this. There's no way he'd budge either, he's so stubborn.

“Fine..just don't come near me.” He doesn't mean to sound irritated but, in all honesty, he is.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if I can't come near you?” Mike looks genuinely confused.

“Just-” He lays back down as a wave of his headache hits him hard, “Nevermind.”

Mike smirks to himself. He won. He gets to pay Will back for all those times he's helped him. However, he frowns because he hates seeing Will in this condition. He's pale and weak. He also backs down super quickly. It's nothing like his usual demeanor.

[a few moments of pampering later]

“Hey, Will..?” Mike's voice is soft, careful.

Will is closing his eyes and laying on his side facing the radio on his desk. “Hm?”

“Have you hidden your sickness from me..a lot in the past?”

Will can hear the frown on Mike's face. He sounds very hurt. That hurts Will too. He's quiet for a moment and then he turns to face Mike. One hand under the side of his face.

“I didn't want you to catch it. So..” He's treading, nice and easy. Telling the truth is always easier when it comes to Mike. He feels like he won't be judged at all. “I kept it to myself, took care of myself. My mom's at work and Jonathan is usually at school or doing something with his camera. I just... don't want to burden you or anyone with this kind of thing. You have more important things to worry about than me coughing.” He chuckles a little to lighten the mood, but that only makes Mike's scowl deeper.

“More important things to worry about? Than you? Please. That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. What do I have that is more important than you anyway, huh?” Mike seems angry which doesn't really make too much sense to Will. He's..

He's trying. He's trying to let Mike have his own time away from him. To stop focusing on him so much. But why can't Mike just take that alone time for himself?

“And you are not a burden, Will. Farthest thing from it.” Mike is looking him dead in the eyes. He means every word he just said and Will knows that too.

“Thanks, Mike.” Will smiles despite the pounding in his head and now his heart is pounding a lot faster than normal. Maybe it's a side effect of the cold? His eyes are welling up with tears, but that's probably just because his head hurts so bad.

Mike leans in closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I'll always be here, Will. Nothing can change that.”

Strangely, that was the one thing Will didn't expect to make his eyes water. It's just fact. They'll always be there for each other.

But then he's stuttering and his heart is too. “I-I know. So will I. I'll...always.. always be there for you too.”

They exchange a long look, a mutual understanding.

“Get some rest. I'm right here.” Mike claims, sitting on the bed right next to his best friend.

Will blinks slowly and realizes that Mike is trying to lay down next to him. He panics. Although, he doesn't say anything.

They lay there, side by side and Mike turns his head as Will turns his. They lock eyes. And now they're smiling like absolute idiots.

“What if you catch it?” Will asks timidly, looking down at the comforter underneath them.

“Then we suffer like warriors together.” Mike giggles at his d&d reference and suddenly Will's headache seems to be letting up faster.

Maybe Mike finding out about his secret wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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[hairstevington]

“Hands”

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington (fluff, admitting feelings, Eddie caring for Steve, some real sensuous hand holding lol)

Summary: Eddie and Steve admit they have feelings for each other (with the help of Matchmaker Robin)

Authors note: This is the third part of my Steddie series (part 1 with Ao3 link here). They can all be read as standalone but they also make a cohesive story, so do with that what you will :) PS sorry not sorry Steve says a quote from Heathers even though that movie wasn't out at the time

Eddie had known he was bisexual since he was about 14. He didn’t talk about it all the time, because he felt there were enough things people would threaten to send him to hell for, but it wasn’t really a secret either. He had very limited experience, but he had crushes on both boys and girls, and that was undeniable.

He also had an undeniable crush on Steve Harrington.

He’d actually thought Steve was hot for a long time, but his personality was a bit of a turnoff. Like, okay dude, we get it, you’re hot and popular and sexually active. Eddie mostly felt jealous, because he wished he could be like Steve. But now, he felt jealous because he wanted to be WITH Steve. Except he seemed to only have eyes for Nancy.

Didn’t they break up because she ran off with Jonathan? Eddie didn’t keep up with too much of the school’s gossip, but he knew a lot about Jonathan because he was a fellow “weirdo.” Eddie sort of respected Jonathan for that, and hated Steve. Well, not hate. Eddie had a lot of intense feelings about Steve, he just didn’t understand what they were until this week.

This absolutely batshit insane week. 

When this whole shitshow first started, Eddie just liked teasing Steve because he could. It was the tiniest bit of levity among the chaos and desolation. Eddie never expected Steve to be an ally, or as protective of Dustin as he was. Seeing him deal with all this, somehow still oozing with charisma while facing these horrible things, was attractive as hell. It’s exactly how Eddie would have loved to handle things, had he not been so fucking scared. So yeah, the teasing shifted into something a little more…charged.

Eddie couldn’t help but love the way Steve looked shirtless, wearing only a jean vest. Eddie’s jean vest. It was easy for Eddie to flirt with Steve, because Steve was straight. As long as he didn’t push too hard or make Steve uncomfortable, it was completely harmless. And fun. They were barely friends, but they’d saved each other’s lives, and fought alternate dimension creatures together, so that was something. 

But then there was Nancy. Nancy, who Eddie couldn’t even hate either because she was a total badass. Robin was awesome. Dustin was like a brother. What the hell was Eddie supposed to do with all his angst? He wanted to fight someone, or kiss someone, or yell at someone. Something, anything. Everyone else seemed to think this was just like any other day, but it wasn’t. It fucking wasn’t. 

After they’d come up with a plan, the group seemed to split off into pairs. Lucas/Max (Eddie didn’t know Max well, but he was really rooting for the two of them), Dustin/Erica (Eddie was genuinely terrified of Erica by the way, not that he’d ever tell anyone), and Nancy/Steve (ugh). That left Eddie to sit with Robin. At least her nerves sort of matched his, in a different way. There was something about Robin that Eddie really vibed with.

Eddie tried to block out Nancy giving her doe-eyes to Steve. At least now, Steve seemed a little less affected. Maybe it was because he was driving, or distracted, or focused on bigger things, or something. Either way, it made Eddie happy that Steve wasn’t really paying attention to Nancy’s advances. 

“Hey. Hey! Look at me.” Robin said to Eddie, breaking him from his trance.

“What?” 

“Don’t worry about them. It’s not gonna work. I mean, I want Steve to be happy, and I don’t think she’s gonna give him that.” Robin assured him. 

“Okay…” Eddie wasn’t sure why she was saying this.

“Just, trust me?” Robin offered. “Steve wants the whole family thing. Nancy’s all about her career right now. Besides-” Robin stops herself from telling Eddie right then and there what she knew about Steve. She sputters, pivoting to a different thought among the hurricane in her head. “Everyone gets a little weird when they think they might die. I mean, I only know this from two experiences, but I feel like that’s enough to give me some credibility.”

“Why do you think I give a shit about Nancy and Steve getting together?” Eddie deflected. He could be honest with Robin, but not now. Not when Steve was less than 10 feet away. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just projecting.” Robin sighed.

Eddie had no idea what to make of this conversation, but it did bring him some sort of comfort. If Robin, Steve’s best friend, was on his side, that was an advantage. But Eddie didn’t even know why he was annoyed by Steve and Nancy getting closer. I mean, Steve liked girls. Eddie couldn’t possibly expect Steve to reciprocate feelings he wasn’t wired to have. 

Eddie had liked straight guys before, but it had never really felt like this. He’d never walked through the Upside Down with them, or given them his clothing, or seen them shirtless, or tended to their wounds. It was intimate in ways he’d never really experienced before, ways he hoped he’d never experience again. Although, if he had to go through this with anyone…

Ugh, this was ridiculous. Eddie figured maybe he should just repress all these feelings and think about things that were actually important. 

Steve dropped Lucas, Max, and Erica off at the Kreel house. Nancy took over driving, Robin called shotgun, and Dustin was busy fiddling with something. Even though everybody else was busy doing their own thing, Eddie was still shocked when Steve sat down beside him. 

Okay, fine. Eddie would allow himself to entertain this fantasy just a little bit longer. 

He could see that Steve was exhausted, and rightfully so. Eddie was exhausted, too. But it was impossible to sleep in times like these. He knew that all too well. 

“You look like hell.” Eddie pointed out.

“Yeah, I just got back.” Steve sighed and laid his head back against the wall. This was probably the first time Steve showed any sign of weakness. He always was so tough and charismatic, but now he let himself be tired and scared. 

“How’re the abs?” Eddie asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Hurts. I don’t even wanna know how it looks.” Steve still stared up at the ceiling, eyes mostly closed. 

“Might help to clean it and put on a fresh bandage. Or, at least a real bandage.” Eddie said, mocking the piece of shirt tied around Steve’s stomach. “Actually, I think I have some stuff, let me go grab it.” Eddie shifted his weight to stand up, but was stopped by Steve grabbing his arm.

“No, don’t go yet.” Steve said, turning his head to face Eddie’s. Eddie couldn’t help but get lost in Steve’s eyes. 

“Okay. I’ll stay.” Eddie assured him. He leaned back again, Steve’s grip still anchoring him. 

Eddie figured that Steve must have been pretty scared to reach out and hold Eddie’s arm like that. It made sense, because Eddie would probably have done the same. He convinced himself that’s all it was, or at least tried to, but then Steve kept looking at him, and he swore that occasionally Steve’s glance fell to Eddie’s lips. 

He couldn’t turn away now, for Christ's sake. Steve must have been absolutely delirious, right? There’s no way- 

“You know how sometimes you, like, flirt with me?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded. “You’re doing that as a joke, right?” 

Eddie didn’t know how to respond. It was an impossible question, because yes it was, but no it wasn’t. Eddie had no idea why Steve was even asking. I mean, maybe he had an inkling towards why, but it was way too risky to assume. Maybe it was riskier to lie.

“I wouldn’t say ‘joke…’” Eddie began. Steve swallowed, and the hand he was grabbing Eddie’s forearm with drifted down an inch. 

“So why do you do it, then?” Eddie never imagined he’d be confronted like this, and it made him incredibly nervous. He wasn’t sure Steve had even met another queer person. Eddie attempted to shift his nervous persona back to his confident one.

“I thought you’d be used to the attention by now, Harrington.” He teased, finally breaking eye contact. 

“Stop. Just be serious, please. My head is spinning.” Steve said, the palm of his free hand reaching up to his forehead. Eddie turned back to Steve and decided; Fuck it, let’s be serious then.

“Okay, I mess with you like that because I think you’re hot, and you know you’re hot, and I figured you were the kind of guy I could flirt with like that and not have it mean anything. Because like, I know it doesn’t mean anything.” Eddie admitted, actively trying to keep his eyes on Steve. It was difficult to be so vulnerable. It was especially difficult to keep his cool when Steve’s hand slid further down Eddie’s arm again, nearing the wrist. “Right?” Eddie asked, his entire confident demeanor diminishing faster than he had put it on. 

Steve angled his fingers outwards, facing the same direction as Eddie’s. Eddie dropped his gaze towards their hands on the seat. He bent his wrist back slightly, to allow Steve’s fingertips to graze between Eddie’s rings. 

“I didn’t know you liked…” Eddie started in disbelief, unable to finish the thought. There was still a part of him so sure he was wrong, that this was all a sick joke or a dream or misunderstanding. But then Steve pushed his fingers between Eddie’s, interlocking them.

“Trust me, I didn’t know either.” Steve acknowledged. With that confirmation, Eddie gained some confidence back. He twisted his palm around to face Steve’s, so he could hold his hand properly. 

They stayed there like that, in silence, for a few minutes. They mostly just stared straight ahead, or pretended to rest their eyes, but they never let go of each other. 

At one point, Eddie caught Robin looking back at them. She looked down at their hands, raised her eyebrows, and then shot back up to meet Eddie’s eyeline. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip to keep from smiling. Eddie couldn’t help but smile back. I mean, come on. After everything that had been happening, why did this feel the most significant?

Robin turned away towards the road again, resuming her conversation with Nancy.

Eddie reached over with his unoccupied hand and placed it on top of the other two. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go get those bandages now, okay?” Eddie said. Steve opened his eyes and smiled. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

Eddie didn’t know what horrors were going to come next, or how many more opportunities for quiet moments they would have together, but it didn’t matter. Eddie was just going to let himself enjoy this one.

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[protectmartinblackwood]

Hey Jonathan that was genuinely terrifying of you

#also me: hey jonathan that was genuinely hot of you #i'm conflicted #the magnus archives #the magnus archives spoilers #tma spoilers

[willow-tree-writes]

✾Arcade✾

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Your relationship to King Steve Harrington was just a game for him. Now that he’s learned to play fair, can he win you back, or lose everything?

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I think I like making song fics a little too much. There’s just so much inspiration that comes from them! Also, I’m still more than open for requests, so feel free to message me or anything. (Can we just talk about this gif? I’m not a smoker, I don’t condone smoking, but hot damn...)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Jerk Steve, Cursing

!I don’t own this gif!

A broken heart is all that’s left I’m still fixing all the cracks

Nancy tapped your shoulder for what seemed like the tenth time in five minutes. “Sorry, one last thing.” She paused, glancing around the classroom. “You sure you still want to come over tonight? Steve’s going to be there…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

It was kind of her to ask, and her tone was soft enough as she tried to beat around the bush, but it still stung a little.

“It’s been a couple years, Nanc. I’m sure.” You weren’t sure. Not completely.

I spent all the love I’ve saved We were always a losing game

You knocked on the door, almost immediately pulled inside by Nancy.

“I thought you weren’t gonna make it!” She led you downstairs into her basement, where everyone else was.

You laughed a little. “Like I’d miss a Halloween Movie Night.”

You didn’t even make it to the last step when you felt yourself come to a halt. Everyone was here - the Party was laying on the floor, candy and popcorn all around them. Jonathan was on the couch, a spot open for Nancy beside him. And Steve was here. Just like she said he would be.

Small-town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game

“Come on, Steve! One more game!” You begged, tugging at his arm a little.

Steve sighed as you pulled him back inside the Arcade. “Y/N, this is the seventh time you’ve played it tonight. We both know you always lose.”

You laughed a little as you pulled a quarter from your pocket. “Okay, but it’s so worth it!”

He stood back with crossed arms as he watched you play the game for the eighth time now. It went like every other round - you made it so, so close to the end, only to lose. 

“See?” He uncrossed his arms and started back outside.

With a smile, you quickly followed after him. “Practice makes perfect, my King. Isn’t that how you got good at basketball?”

The playful chatter between you two was just so effortless. Ninth grade had been the best year of your life.

I saw the end before it began Still I carried, I carried, I carried on

“Tommy, give that to me.” Steve took the basketball from his ‘friends’ hands.

Tommy laughed and rolled his eyes. “What? Don’t want someone to take your b-ball title from ya?”

You were hesitant to approach the car, but you had to - Steve was giving you a ride home. “Hey, guys…”

You didn’t look at her, but you could feel the roll of Carol’s eyes. 

“Y/N…” Steve sounded a little awkward for a moment, like there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how to. He cleared his throat a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey.”

Biting your lip, you try to ignore the fact Tommy and Carol were ignoring you. “So, my mom isn’t going to be home in time, so we’ll probably have to look after Jenna for a couple of hours.”

The awkwardness in Steve’s stance seemed to upgrade. 

He opened his mouth to say something but Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “Have fun with that kid-killing duty.” He said to you before looking at Steve. “That party starts in about an hour, and this girl needs to change. Let’s get a move on.”

Tommy walked around and got into the passenger's seat of Steve’s car and Carol got in the back.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I got to go.” With his key in hand, Steve moved up and kissed you quickly on the cheek. 

Forcing a smile, you shake your head a little. “It’s fine, Steve. Have fun.”

He smiled back, thanking you before getting into his car.

You stepped back and watched as Steve pulled out of the parking. Pulled away from you.

You let the smile drop to a frown as you started your walk home. Alone.

All I know, all I know Loving you is a losing game

“I love you, Steve-” The phone hung up before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I love you-” The front door closed before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I love-” The car door closed before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

“I-” He walked away before you could finish what you were going to say. Before he could say anything back.

Summer had started a month ago, and Steve didn’t make one effort to hang out with you. He didn’t even call you.

You knew exactly why that was - he was hoping that if he ignored you enough, you’d get the hint and not try to get close to him. He was hoping he didn’t have to break up with you face to face.

But you chose to block away that knowledge. He was still Steve, right? Under all that high school fame, he was still Steve Harrington, your boyfriend…

That’s what you thought as you knocked on the front door of the house you visited so many times. That house that was currently full of people and booming with music. A house you hadn’t been invited to in a while.

Steve opened the door with a smile on his face a beer in hand. He had just finished laughing at what someone told him as he made it through the crowd.

His face and drink fell when his eyes landed on you. “Y/N…”

“We need to talk.” This was the first time in a while you felt like you could solidly say something.

He nodded a little and walked out of his house, closing the door behind him.

You wanted to ease into it. To ask him how he’s been. Ask if he’s been actually, genuinely having fun.

But pleasantries go out the window when you’re in front of the person who’s been chipping away at your heart. “Are we breaking up?”

There might have been no emotion in your voice, but you had to stop yourself from breaking down at even the thought of asking.

He sighed and you knew the answer. “Y/N, this just isn’t working for me anymore.”

“It would have been nice to be told that instead of figuring it out myself.” You couldn’t discern the tone of your own voice. You wanted to cry, but you wanted to slap him across the face with your words.

“Y/N, don’t be like that.” He reached out to grab your arm.

But you pulled away as fast as you could. “Have fun with your new life, King Steve.”

You don’t listen to him saying your name as you turn on your heels and walk down the driveway to go home.

I don’t need you games, game over

You tried to pretend as if you didn’t see him. Hell, you wanted to pretend he didn’t even exist. But that was asking too much.

Nancy handed you a bag of candy her mom put together and you sat down on the floor with the Party.

You opened it up as you sense Dustin peak over your shoulder. “You can have my nougat if you get your cat to stop chewing my socks whenever I babysit.”

“Deal!” Dustin spoke and grabbed the candy before you could even finish.

You laughed and shook your head. You could have sworn you saw Steve smile out of the corner of your eye.

Get me of this rollercoaster

“Y/N, wait!” Steve rushed out behind you as you started down the Wheeler’s driveway.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You had succeeded with ignoring him for the whole night. Now, when you were taking your victory home, he had to ruin it.

You stopped walking, but didn’t say anything or turn around.

You heard him jog up to you, stopping a couple of feet away. “Can we talk? I feel like you’ve been ignoring me all evening.”

“That’s because I have been…” You shrug a little.

It was silent, and you could tell Steve was trying to figure out how to respond to that.

You sigh again and turn around, looking at Steve for the first time. He had definitely grown since ninth grade. 

“I don’t want to hear some bullshit about you being sorry.” You say, catching him off guard. “You made your priorities clear enough I’d say.”

Steve stepped forward towards you, reaching to grab your arm. You take a step back, shaking off a flashback.

“I was a dick, I know.”

“I don’t care if you’ve changed.”

“But I have, and I want to explain-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You snap. Every emotion you pushed down for years flashed in your eyes, making Steve stare.

You bite your lip, crossing your arms. “All I know, all I care to know, is that loving you is a losing game.”

All I know, all I know Loving you Is a losing Game

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jonmartin, pre-romance, #15/28??

I did manage to get BOTH of these in! So we have a combo of "You called me, remember?" and "It's too early for this". Much like the others, the MINUTE I read this prompt an idea popped into my head that I just HAD to go with! This is actually based off a real life incident I had with a friend (They know who they are...) but it fit both Jmart and the prompt PERFECTLY! The names have been changed to fictional characters to protect the innocent. (Hint I was the Martin in this situation) Anyway this was super fun and cute to write and I made myself all squishy a lot. HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

There were precious few reasons why Martin’s mobile should be ringing at exactly 5:47 am on a Tuesday, and precisely none of them were good. Still, the anxiety inducing sound alerting him to something ominously, ambiguously amiss struggled to worm its way through a rather lovely dream of his acceptance speech after being awarded poet laureate. The poem he had prepared for the occasion was marrow-deep and hauntingly beautiful, or at least he remembered it that way until suddenly he was reciting the lyrics to Abba’s ‘Waterloo’ instead and sweating profusely as the audience began to murmur in disgust amongst themselves. Waterloo was indeed blaring, but from the ringtone of his phone, not from his lips, and his stomach performed a cold somersault with the force of the wave of anxiety that had begun in his dream and crested up to lap at the base of his barely functional brain. The few synapses he needed for basic motor function and reading comprehension crackled to life as he clumsily batted the buzzing device on his nightstand into his hand and squinted blearily at the name.

It was small. That was an immediate relief. If the care home had been calling about an incident with his mother, either her health or the staff’s as a result of her, it would have been the full moniker of ‘Sunrise Acres Care Home’ ticking across the caller ID. Yet small implied a name, a person, someone he had in his phone and not just a random spam call, and anxiety spiked again as Martin scrubbed at his eyes until ‘Jon’ appeared in white hot letters on the screen. Sleep dissolved from him in an instant and he sat bolt upright in a tangle of covers as he smashed the green answer icon with his thumb and threw the receiver to his ear.

“Hullo?! Jon? R’you okay? What’s happened?” he demanded, voice still slumbery thick and groggy.

“Martin!” Jon’s silky, prim voice, thinned out to a tin can vibrato over airwaves, answered, “Good, you’re awake. I need your help. Urgently.”

Martin was already out of bed by the time ‘need’ reached his ears, yanking on the first pair of jeans he spotted in the laundry heap on the floor and hopping on his free leg to the en suite with his phone pinched between his cheek and shoulder.

“I’m on it!” he assured him despite having no clue what ‘it’ was, exactly, “I’m coming to you as soon as I can. Where are you? Are you hurt? Should I bring a first aid kit? I don’t think I have a first aid kit… should I buy a first aid kit? There’s a Boots just down the block from my flat, I could-“

“Martin, stop! What the hell are you on about?” Jon’s annoyed tone cut through his panic like a scalpel.

Martin stopped in the doorframe of the bathroom, brows knitted, jeans puddling around the one leg he’d managed to get through and left once again in naught but his boxers as he gripped his phone back into his hand.

“Huh? What are you on about? You said you needed help!” he snapped.

“I do! But not like… not like THAT. What kind of mortal peril do you imagine I would find myself in at a quarter to six in the morning?”

The initial surge of adrenaline fizzling out uselessly in his veins the more Jon talked, Martin sagged against the doorway and pinched his temples as he strained his words through a colander of civility.

“I don’t know, Jon. You called me, remember?”

“Right, right…”

A terse, lowly hissing silence of dead satellite replaced Jon’s voice, twisting Martin’s nerves as acrobatically as he twisted to avoid the point. He kicked off his jeans and stalked grouchily back to bed where he threw himself face down and unmoving.

“So, what is it then? Wi-Fi gone tits up? Forgot how long to steep Darjeeling?” he hissed into his rumpled duvet, a little nastier than he would have liked given the deadly combination of interrupted slumber and primordial biological survival instinct.

“I uh…” Jon’s voice deflated over the speaker, “I have a… problem.”

“Yes, we’ve so very, very clearly established that. What kind of a problem, exactly…?”

“A problem of an upsettingly… Arachnid nature.”

“A spider…?”

“…Yes.”

Martin propped himself up on one elbow, eyes narrowed with genuine and curious concern.

“Wait like a… like a spooky spooky spider? Or just an ordinary kind of spooky spider?” he inquired with as much levity as he could muster, given one of the likely options.

“Stop saying spooky. And the ordinary kind. I think. No, I’m sure of it. It’s merely the sitting on my kitchen wall like it owns the place and staring at me rudely with all eight eyes, judging me for skipping breakfast again, kind,” Jon answered with clinical pointedness.

“O… kay…?” Martin drawled, suppressing a giggle, “So, what’s the problem then?”

“What do I do?”

Martin opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again as he doubted that he had actually heard Jonathan Sims, the irascible, pompous, only capable of truly looking at him down his nose Head Archivist Jonathan Sims, ask him, a lowly assistant, what to do. With a spider. It would have been almost adorable, had he not scared the life out of him initially, but even that knocked it only down a single peg to helplessly charming.

“I-I mean, the normal thing one does when encountering a spider in one’s home? You kind of only have the usual two options? Er well, three, if you count just leaving it be, but I doubt you’re amenable to that one.”

“No, absolutely not, out of the question,” Jon declared swiftly.

“Didn’t think so,” Martin chuckled, rolling onto his back and sagging in relief into the mattress.

“So?” came the impatient invitation to continue.

“So what?”

“So, then what do I do?” Jon repeated brusquely.

“Well, you either kill it or let it go, of course! What else is there to do? Invite it to brunch?”

“I know that! I’m not an idiot!” Jon erupted furiously, “Good lord, Martin! Do you really think I would have called you because I didn’t know the only two options for dealing with an eight-legged criminal invading my home were kill it or let it go? Really?! Did you suppose this was the very first spider I ever encountered in my life? Is that what you thought? Or perhaps I had my own personal valet to attend to all of my insectoid tribulations, hmm? Just call the bug butler, he’ll attend to it straightaway! Do you ever stop to think before you open your mouth? Or do you customarily just air out whatever inane notions blow through your ears, no matter how puerile? Christ!”

Martin let the phone drop onto the bed beside him, away from the verbal darts hurled directly into his eardrum and taxing the output matrix of the speaker, as Jon launched into an affronted, mortified tirade, smirking and shaking his head.

“It’s too early for this…” he mused to himself ruefully, rubbing both hands over his face and eyes.

Once the phone stopped humming and glowing white hot with remote rage, Martin scooped it back up and yawned into the receiver.

“You alright there, Jon?” he asked in a gentle tone.

A ragged sigh crackled into a blip of feedback from lips too close on the other end of the phone.

“…Not really?” came Jon’s tremulous reply, “Listen, I’m sorry I went off on you. That was unfair of me. I-I just… I really… really hate spiders.”

Something squeezed in Martin’s chest, something about the confident bass flayed neatly out of Jon’s usually assertively solid mannerisms, leaving it abnormally thin and rickety. He sat up on the bed, cradling the phone much more gently to his cheek.

“Hey hey, it’s okay,” he assured him, “If anybody sympathizes about being afraid, you definitely called the right person. Need me to stay on the line with you while you whack it? A good heavy book will probably do the trick, or if you need speed and agility a rolled-up newspaper or a magazine might be better?”

“No! I wasn’t calling because I needed advice on how to murder the damn thing! I’m quite capable of doing that on my own. Frankly, I’ve taken rather a vested interest in honing my spider termination methodology over the years. I called you because… well you were going on about how you thought they were…” Jon trailed off in a series of garbled sounds of disgust, “Cute… of all things.”

Martin grinned and had to put the phone on his bare chest a moment, as if Jon might somehow perceive his giddy glee through the receiver.

“To be fair I’m a little odd that way. Most people feel much the same as you do about them,” he commented as he picked it back up.

“True, but that’s not even the whole of it!” Jon went on exasperatedly, “I also overheard you talking… must have been to Tim or Sasha but… you were explaining about how helpful they are to the ecosystem and what a vital role they play in that natural order of things, and how we always see images of them eating butterflies and beautiful things that make them look sinister, but how really they mostly control pests and the like… how you thought they got kind of a bad rap?”

“Wow I uh… I can’t believe you remembered all that,” Martin muttered, freckled cheeks dusting a light pink, “But what does that have to do with your unwanted houseguest in particular?”

“It was the last part, mainly. That’s what got me. The part about fear. That they’re afraid, too… You said there had been studies that showed a clear fear response in spiders… to us. They’re afraid of us, demonstrably more so than we are of them…”

One word of all of those slipped between Martin’s ribs and into his heart. Too. They were afraid, too. His thumb stroked and consoled the edge of his phone unconsciously as Jon blustered on, unbothered by his own unconscious admission.

“And now I can’t do it! Now I have to set this bloody spider free because you think it’s cute and want to make friends with it, and I can’t make it an innocent victim of my fear and I have no idea how!”

Martin couldn’t help but smile, imagining how Jon must be in his flat on the other end, scrunched in a corner all hunched up shoulders and furrowed brow with hackles bristling, squaring off with a creature who was possessed of no knowledge of the fear she symbolized, or the grace to understand the iconographical divorce to her salvation. Only Jon, quivering and still bed-rumpled and frazzled, could understand the magnitude of cupping that fear in the palm of his hand while reaching out to him with the other. And now Martin understood it, too.

“Hey alright, I’ve got you. Steady on Jon, we’re gonna get through this together. I’ll talk you through the steps, you just follow what I say, okay?” he instructed in his best 999 operator performance.

A beat of silence ensued, followed by a much more robust and emboldened, “Okay.”

“So, what you want to do first is get a glass.”

“A glass?”

“Yeah, like a water glass. And a stiff piece of paper or cardboard or something. If you’ve got a bit of post lying about, flyers and coupons and the like, those usually work well.”

There was a period of distant shuffling, clattering, and indecipherable muttering as Jon gathered his weapons, then sucked in an audible breath through his teeth.

“Alright I’ve got them, now what?” he asked, sounding a bit winded.

“Now you very carefully put the glass over the spider, then slide the paper under the glass so you trap it inside. Then you can take it out without touching it or worrying about it scuttling off on you and set it free wherever you think it’ll be happy!” Martin answered sweetly.

“Okay, okay. I think I can do that,” Jon chanted for steadiness, “I’m putting the phone down so I don’t louse it up, but d-don’t hang up, stay on with me, okay?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Jon. I promise. You’re okay.”

“O-Okay… Okay… Okay…!”

Martin listened as Jon’s voice grew distant, but somehow stronger, more like a war cry, with the soft pad of socked feet on tile, then a short stretch of silence, and then a chorus of oaths and yelping, rising to the crescendo of a door being messily flung open, shut, then opened and shut again. A drumbeat of returning feet rolled mutely close and melded into the scratchy rustle of the phone being picked back up.

“I’m back,” Jon announced.

“Is it done?”

“The deed is done… your little friend is enjoying some lovely pink dahlias out front as we speak.”

“I’m pleased for her! And… for you, too,” Martin said, voice melting into lilting tenderness, “I’m honestly really proud of you, I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

“I… Ah… No, it wasn’t. Thank you, Martin,” came the sheepishly measured rejoinder.

“You’re very welcome.”

Martin smiled privately to himself, and ran a loving thumb down the edge of his phone once more.

“So then may I rightly assume I have permission to come in an hour or so late today so I can go back to sleep?” he continued, already knowing the answer as he flopped back down on his pillows and rolled up into the covers.

He was relieved to hear a husky chuckle rumble through the phone.

“Yes, yes. I think you’ve more than earned it.”

“Brilliant, see you in a bit then? And for lunch?” he added hopefully.

The brief silence as Jon calculated his response hung thick and palpable in the digital airwaves.

“Lunch sounds good,” he replied at length, “See you then.”

“G-Great! Great! See you!”

Their phones clicked mutually off without the awkward jumble of sign-offs, pleasantries, and accidentally stumbling over each other’s words. Martin thought glimmeringly of the spider hunting free in plush pink petals, none the wiser, and of Jon, with new and irrefutable proof that not everything ugly or quietly cunning in the world lurked behind to cast its shadow over him. A spider could be just a spider, and Martin back asleep with both hands still clutching his phone to his chest, dreaming of singing Waterloo again, but this time to a rapt audience and thunderous applause.

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[ragnarachael]

“He doesn’t belong with you!” “Than who do I belong with?” “…..with me.”

- the night manager anon ;)

back at it with drabbles baybeee!!!! if you'd like to keep sending some requests in, that's chill with me! i'm having a lotta fun and i hope you are too 🥺 also this drabble is actually part one of two! the next drabble i'll be doing tonight will be the second part bc they lined up perfectly sdhjkdskhj

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"He just left me there," you mumbled, wiping at your eyes with your hoodie sleeves as Jonathan clanked around in the kitchen. "Fucking asshole."

"I'm sorry I didn't beat him sooner," Jonathan replied gently once he handed over your hot chocolate and sitting next to you on the couch.

"'S not your fault," you said while nursing the warm mug. "I've probably should have broken up with him anyways. He's always doing this—"

"Pardon me?"

You didn't have the heart to look up at Jonathan. His tone could have made you flinch alone if you weren't used to it already.

"Look at me." You did as he asked. "He's always doing this?"

"Well, I try to give him the benefit of the doubt—"

"You don't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you." His hand moves to cup your jaw, not an uncommon thing Jonathan does. "You broke up with him then and there, right?"

You stayed silent, leaning into Jonathan's touch as your hands somehow traveled to place your hot chocolate mug down on a flat surface. He takes a deep breath in, the grip on your chin tightening slightly before he lets go of you.

"You and I both know he doesn't belong with you."

You withhold your scoff, sniffling as your eyes start to sting again. You hear what sounds like disappointment in his voice. He shifts in his seat, looking forwards and placing his tea on the table, hands clasped together in his lap.

You've done enough damage tonight. You just want to go to bed.

"Then who do I belong with, Jonathan? It's not like I have men lining up to my door—"

"With me."

You froze all together as you tried to process his words.

"What?"

"With....with me," he repeats. "Listen, I know this is the worst possible time to do this—"

"Unfortunately, yes, Jonathan, it is," you reply quietly. You're too full of emotions right now to handle what's happening. "Look, I understand what you mean, but I'm...I'm not in the right state to have this conversation."

"I know," he responds quietly.

You take it upon yourself to shift up closer to his side, one hand finding the side of his face so Jonathan can actually look at you. "Hey."

"Hi."

"Give me a weeks time, okay? By then, this will be blown over, and we can talk. Alright?"

Jonathan's eyes were glassy as his gaze bore into your own. You knew he could tell you were being genuine. Why wouldn't you be?

"Alright."

You force a small smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Alright."

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[skullrock]

the jacket - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: you find a relic from Steve’s past and try to search for answers.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst!! angst!! but w a happy ending <3 also a bit of kissing and reader being kinda a shithead <3 duality of man

a/n: I was like . hmmm . what if reader found Steve’s Members Only jacket and saw the blood stains and tried to understand what happened . so I wrote it <3 hope u all enjoy

===

Steve was in the shower, and you were cold.

And it wasn’t like you’d never dug through his closet before. You’d found all kinds of gems - things Steve either let you keep or things you forced him to try on for you. So you really didn’t think it was a big deal when you came upon a pile of clothes tucked away in the very back corner.

You first pull out a few t-shirts - definitely ones he wore for practice. You place them aside and continue, picking up a black t-shirt. After that, you found a gem - that old Members Only jacket he used to wear senior year, an obvious Christmas present. Happily, you slipped it on, putting the other t-shirts into the pile and shutting his closet. You didn’t notice anything odd; and, actually, you weren’t sure why Steve didn’t wear it anymore.

“Am I sexy?” he asks, walking in with his hair up in a towel, one draped loosely around his waist.

“Always,” you answer, snuggling under his bedsheets. Steve throws on underwear before coming over to you, crawling on top of his comforter.

“You cold?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your head, then nose, then neck. “I can help.”

“Then do it,” you murmur, pulling him closer.

Steve doesn’t notice the jacket for a while. His lips eventually moved from yours and down your neck again as he stripped the covers off of you. He finally opens his eyes as he moves towards your chest and quirks a brow. “What’s th-“

And then the blood drained from his face.

“What?” you ask, concerned at his expression. “I - I was cold, so I threw it on -“

“Where did you find this?” he asks, voice hoarse, frozen still as he propped himself up above you.

“Your closet?”

“Let’s - um - let’s take it off,” he says, and his voice sounds anything but sexual. He wants it off, buried back in his closet, away from your eyes. Because there’s blood all over the collar and on the cuffs, and as much as he tried to scrub it out, it was soaked in.

You didn’t need to know any of that. He doesn’t want you to know any of that. You couldn’t know any of that.

You sit up, brows furrowed painfully, as Steve nearly rips it from you. “I’m sorry - I -“

“Don’t be,” he says quickly, moving from the bed and to his closet. “I just - I don’t think I’ve washed it -“

“It was fine,” you say. “Why don’t you wear it anymore? It was always so cute on you.”

“Grew out of it,” he says, but you can see as he’s holding it that it would definitely still fit. He throws it back in the closet and grabs some clothes, effectively ending the make out session. He grabs a new hoodie for you, too, coming back towards the bed slowly.

Steve felt sick. He was holding his breath as the anniversary of the second traumatic Upside Down incident approached quickly. Every year, something new happened - and he was convinced this year wouldn’t be different. He didn’t need you dragged into it like Robin had been dragged into it. And even if Robin was his best friend, she didn’t deserve that. His partner didn’t deserve it, either.

You’re quiet as Steve crawls under the covers and holds you close. You felt a little sick, too, but you didn’t know why. Maybe because you’d never seen Steve look so terrified. Certainly, you’d never seen him so terrified over a piece of clothing. You didn’t want to pry, but you wanted to know more. Was there something in the pockets he didn’t want you to find? Did a past lover give him the jacket? Your head spun as Steve pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

“Let’s take a nap, okay?” he whispers, wanting his racing thoughts to stop.

“Okay,” you whisper back, but you couldn’t sleep. You could only lay and listen to Steve’s soft breaths behind you, wondering what could possibly have happened to make him so terrified.

===

Things returned to normal for a week, but you could not stop thinking about the jacket. You felt bad for being so hung up on it, and you felt bad for planning to dig through his closet again. But the next time Steve showered when you were over, you rummaged through the pile again, paying more attention to the clothes in it.

The first few t-shirts were fine - probably things he really did grow out of. And then you got to a green sweater. It was dark and it wasn’t easy to find issues, but you finally noticed - multiple dark stains littered the fabric. They were blotchy and random, most focused at the collar. Your brows furrowed but you quickly put it back, anticipating Steve’s return. They must have just been clothes that were stained with wine or beer or something. You didn’t know why that scared Steve so much.

Your eye catches the Members Only Jacket again, and you grab it quickly, eyes scanning it rapidly. Your eyes land on the collar, and then you see it - faint, red stains lined it, random as they were on the green sweater.

Blood. Lots of it.

You throw it back in the closet and stumble back a bit, confused. You knew Steve had been in small fights before, sure, but this amount of blood was really bizarre and - and why did he have so many shirts that were stained with it? Were there more than just the two you’d found?

Steve returns from the shower merrily, but you quickly make an excuse as to why you need to go. He frowns but lets you part, confused with why you looked so afraid.

===

“Can we talk?”

Your voice shook as you spoke, the two of you laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Steve’s brows furrowed and he sat up, already anticipating your questions. “What’s up?”

“Wh… um. Do you remember when I was wearing the jacket?”

Steve nods and pulls you closer. “Babe - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act weird. I just haven’t worn it in a while.”

You raise your brows a bit. “And that’s why you were terrified of it?”

Steve falters. “Well - I was just shocked to see it.”

Your brows furrow. “You ripped it off of me.”

Steve shakes his head, tries to think of a better excuse, one that's close to the truth but not quite there. “It just reminds me of a bad time in my life, okay? It’s absolutely nothing to do with you -“

“Steve.” you say, narrowing your eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying to you,” he says lowly.

You incline your head. “Will you get it out for me?”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, feeling bile rising. “Can’t we just watch - watch a movie?”

“Steve,” you say, but he's up off the bed in a flash. Your heart drops at his refusal to talk.

“Let’s go downstairs -“

“Steve.”

And when he turns around, he looks panicked, tears in his eyes. “Please.”

You hurry towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Hey, I’m sorry -“

You freeze up when you feel him sob into your shoulder. Hot tears land on your neck and you gently tug him to the floor with you, horrified and confused. “Hey,” you say again, running your hand through his hair, holding him close. “You’re okay, Steve.”

Steve doesn't want to cry. He hasn’t cried. But the October anniversary being nearly two weeks away and the horror of you finding out was too much for him. He wanted to curl up and push you away, but he let himself be held by you, trying to follow you as you asked him to breathe with you. He trembles and cries, clutching on to you, refusing to look up from your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles eventually, still shaking. “I….” He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry I pried, Steve.”

Steve doesn't answer. He sits and cries, focusing on your chest moving as you breathe. As much as it hurts, it’s helpful, and he feels a little bit lighter by the time the tears run out. He moves his lips to your ear and quietly says, “I can’t talk about it here.”

Your heart feels like it’s stopped in your chest. “What?”

“We have to go somewhere safe,” he says, even lower, and you strain to hear.

“Steve - what the -“

“Just - give me a minute, okay?”

===

Steve chooses the quarry, because it’s the only place he can think of that’s desolate enough to maybe not be bugged. He’s never told anyone about this, and it makes him shake. His palms sweat. He feels sick, but he parks, despite you begging him to just go back home. He looks sick, too, making your chest constrict with worry. He didn’t talk the entire ride, even when you exclaim as he pulls a nail-riddled bat out of his trunk. He only speaks when you’ve walked far away from the car.

Steve stares at your collarbones, exposed from your sweater draping with your posture. “What I’m going to tell you… is very dangerous.

“Steve, what the hell?” you ask, genuinely scared, eyes flicking to the bat. “Are you safe?”

He ignores the question, because he really doesn’t know. “You have to promise me you won’t bring this up or tell anyone. Okay?”

“Steve -“

“Please,” he begs, voice cracking, and you finally nod. He breathes out slowly, takes another deep breath, and then starts.

He explains everything as linearly as he can. Starts back in 1983 and works his way through, stopping to explain things to you and pausing to collect himself. It’s not so hard to talk about it, really - Steve feels like he’s reciting a comic book or recalling a dream. He rips his eyes away as he watches your facial expressions drop and contort.

“So the blood,” you interrupt at one point, “it’s from… this?”

Steve’s brows furrow. “What blood?”

You freeze a bit. “I… I looked at the other clothes in the pile with the jacket. They had blood on them.”

“Oh.” He blinks.

“I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have -“

“It’s fine,” he says, and clears his throat. “Yeah. It’s from this. Well - the green sweater is from Jonathan Byers, mainly, but otherwise, yes. Demon blood, my blood, Russian blood.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper. You reach out to cup his cheek gently, running your thumb over a scar on his cheekbones. “And that’s why you’ve got those scars?”

He nods somberly, and your heart breaks.

It’s a lot of information to absorb. Like, you knew weird shit happened in Hawkins, but you didn’t know it was… inter-dimensional monsters and demons. You didn’t know Steve and others you knew were wrapped up in anything so sinister. It all sounds made up, too much to fathom, but you know Steve. You trust Steve. And you know that he doesn’t deserve any of this.

And it kind of all makes sense, really. Why he had you spend the night so often. Why he has so many nightmares. Why he's friends with a ton of kids. Why he doesn’t like going on walks in the woods, and why his curtains are always drawn shut. Why he doesn’t swim in his pool. Why he disappeared the week of the fourth of July. These quirks suddenly make sense to you, and as complicated as it all is, you still believe him.

“I know this sounds crazy - I know it sounds crazy - but you ha-“

“I believe you,” you say.

Steve’s tense shoulders relax. “You do?”

“I do,” you assure. “I mean, that’s… it’s insane, but why wouldn’t I believe you?”

Steve stares at you for a good moment before dropping his bat and wrapping his arms around you. He’s quiet as he does, and you wrap your arms around him too, trying to swallow past the ache in your throat, tears threatening to spill over.

“Steve,” you whisper, chin resting on his shoulder. “Are you safe?”

Steve doesn’t answer for a while. “I don’t know.”

You hug him closer. “I’ll make sure you are.”

“No,” he says sternly, pulling back. “No.”

“Yes,” you say, slightly irritated. “Why wouldn’t I be by your side?”

“Because you could get hurt or killed or both.”

“I….” You stare at his chest for a second before meeting his eyes. “I would do that for you.”

“That’s stupid,” he says.

“I don’t care. You did it for your friends. And I’ll do it for you.”

“That’s stupid,” he repeats, shaking his head, but he pulls you in again. “If something happens again….” Steve bites the inside of his cheek. “I can’t lose you.”

“Hell, Steve,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been through this shit three years in a row. I think you can handle anything.”

“But what if I don’t?” he whispers.

“Then I’m here to help,” you assure. “Always.”

He pulls back again. “I don’t want you anywhere near this shit. Okay?”

“Okay,” you say, understanding the sincerity of his request. “But if you need me, whether you admit it or not, I’m here.” You flex your muscles. “I’ve got a mean punch.”

“Sure,” he says, smiling sadly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. “And I’m right here.”

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