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The Stacy Trilogy

The Mom

3:17 mins

The Dad

3:00 mins

The Brother

3:13 mins

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[abibliophobiaa]

right where you left me;

chapter one: ticket to anywhere

summary: steve harrington is unlucky when it comes to matters of the heart. for years he’s been in love with his best friend, but circumstances have made it impossible for him to make his feelings known. fate seems to have other plans, when you ask him to help you escape your wedding day, with nothing but his hand to hold and a car to drive off in. you suddenly find yourself headed back to hawkins, back to the place that feels so unfamiliar now — back to the place where you first fell in love.

warnings: 18+; smut in later chapters; alcohol mentions; class differences; financial insecurities; purposeful vignette-like/short scenes to cover a larger span of time in this mini-series (11k words).

steve harrington x f!reader || best friends to lovers, mutual pining, second chance romance with the town handyman who lives in a cabin in the woods. inspired by this edit from @somnambulic-thing.

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——

October, 1990…

——

Everything is wrong.

It hits you, sitting there in front of the vanity mirror, voices swirling about the room full of your girl friends. Your gown, the colors of the bridesmaids dresses, the venue. It’s too lavish, too over the top. Not the small, intimate feel you imagined ever since you were a little girl, friends surrounding you, watching as you married the man of your dreams.

But then again, the groom isn’t who you imagined either. That’s the first of the many issues with this day that jump to your attention.

Clark is fair haired and light eyed. Handsome, in the way that you can tell he spends thousands of dollars on clothing to do so. More acquaintance than the man you always envisioned standing beside you on this day.

This same man, who you found only moments ago seemingly in a passionate argument with one of your bridesmaids. Both of them touching one another in a way that seemed too familiar, like they’d done this dance, had this same conversation at least once before. She begged for him to leave, to get away now, to back out of the marriage. Pleaded with him to consider love, instead of some business endeavor.

Had reached up and kissed him bruisingly, his hands fisted in her gown. The same wrinkled one that stares at you now as your fingers toy with your bouquet, her sad eyes plastered on your face.

You know you should feel something. Anger, betrayal, hurt, resentment — but instead you feel nothing at all. You’re not in love. Haven’t been. Now your mind only buzzes, someone calling your name bringing you to attention, head lifting slightly.

“Are you okay?” they ask, “can I get you anything?”

And it’s two words.

A name, really, that pops into your mind.

“Can you see if Steve Harrington is here yet?”

——

Steve’s not sure what to think when a bridesmaid he barely recognizes — likely because he’s only met them once or twice before — barrels toward him, an intensity in her eyes that has him worrying something has gone wrong.

Everything is wrong, though. Because he’s here, in this ridiculously huge wedding venue, standing in for those in Hawkins who couldn’t make the trip, about to watch as his best friend marries a man who isn’t Steve Harrington.

And as much as it pains him, loving you means doing anything to see you happy — even if it kills him in the end. It’s all he knows, all he has done for as long as you’ve been a friend to him, two wide-eyed eleven-year-olds sitting in some fancy ballroom as you watched your parents parade themselves around like the elite that they deemed themselves to be.

What he doesn’t expect, however, as he’s practically dragged into a room, is to find you standing there pacing back and forth, beautiful as ever and not at all happy for someone who is about to be married.

“Stacy, a moment?” you ask, lifting your head enough that he can see you fully.

You’re absolutely breathtaking, in a way that’s almost cruel, because after today you’ll officially be a wife. After today, he’ll have to accept that his feelings that are not at all platonic toward his best friend he still harbors all these years later can only ever just be that: feelings.

As the door shuts behind Stacy, you rush forward and slam into his chest, and he’s immediately there to wrap his arms around your waist. You’re a vision in a fluffy tulle skirt, the veil on your head brushing against his chin, and it’s then he feels the frantic flutter of your heart against his sternum. It’s then he can feel your fingers curl around the lapels of his suit — can see the flash of tears swimming in your eyes.

“I need to get out of here,” you whisper hoarsely.

Breathlessly.

“What do y —”

“Please…take me away from here. Anywhere, I don’t care. Please,” you beg, and though he has more questions than answers, he dips his head. Because again, he’ll do anything to make you happy.

Even if that includes helping you run from your own wedding.

With a long exhale, Steve steps back a bit, fingers carding through his hair. He moves to the door, head tossed over his shoulder to glance back your way.

“Give me a second,” he says, slipping from the room into the hallway.

There’s no one in the nearby vicinity, this room far enough away from the rest of the guests that escaping shouldn’t be a problem. His eyes catch on the glowing exit symbol in the distance, and he knows his car is a few blocks away, but it’s better than nothing and will have to do.

When he slips back into the room, you’re wiping your hands along your dress, clasping one around his as he extends a palm your way.

He can’t deny the ache in his chest as you take it, the electric jolt that courses through his body, but now isn’t the time. If you’re going to get out without anyone noticing, you’ll have to do so now — and quickly.

“Come on,” he urges, and you’re both off, rushing down the empty hallway unbeknownst to your waiting guests, the world bursting to life in color as the exit doors swing wide open.

——

“Remind me to never run in heels again,” you gasp out, hand tight in Steve’s as you dart through busy city streets, avoiding bodies along the way.

All around, people honk their cars, citizens whistle and congratulate you as you run on by. And you know it’s because you and Steve, for all intents and purposes, look as though you’ve just married. Him in his suit, and you in your poofy wedding gown, the edges now stained a murky soot color.

“And I want this stupid thing off my head right now.”

Steve pauses on the side street as you come to a halt, his chest bumping yours at the abruptness as your fingers reach up to unclasp your veil from your head. Balling it up in your hands, you toss it into the nearby garbage can. Pigeons scurry away in haste, a squirrel skittering away from its hard earned meal.

“How do I look?” you ask, hiking up the edges of your gown as someone nearly trips on it, making their way towards the crosswalk.

“Like a runaway bride.” He laughs, shaking his head. “My car is another block that way. Let’s go.”

He grips your hand again, and you know you really don’t have to hold it, but it brings you comfort all the same. The further you run away from the wedding venue, the more you realize what exactly you’ve done. You’ve run out on your intended husband, on friends, on your family who has spent the money to make it all happen — and everyone will have something to say about it. Word gets around quickly in your social circle.

But it’s a decision for yourself. The first in a long long time.

There’s something so liberating about it — about rushing after Steve as he loops you around other bodies, as he opens the passenger side door for you and helps push your frilly skirts inside, before dropping down into the driver’s seat and shoving his key in the ignition.

And as he turns the key, peeling away from the busy side street, and heads toward the nearest highway, you know it’s the right decision.

——

Neither of you speak for the first half hour driving. The roads are busy, traffic bumper-to-bumper in the city, Steve’s grip a white knuckled one around the steering wheel. There’s also the suddenness in which your reality comes crashing, dress still on your form, the edges sodden around your ankles, the ring on your finger glinting in the slowly setting sun. Every part of this day has done a complete one eighty.

“We’ll probably have to stop in a few hours,” Steve says, a little more to himself, the hum of the radio spilling into the quiet car, “where do we want to go anyway?”

“I still can’t believe you drove all the way here,” you tell him softly, head turning a bit to take him in.

He’s loosened the tie around his neck, his hair is a little unkempt now, the suit jacket long tossed into the backseat. Those bare forearms of his ripple with each turn of the wheel, your eyes dragging along hair-dusted skin. You’ve missed him; more than you ever could realize, his presence a comfort after being surrounded by people who don’t understand you — not really, at least — for so long.

“I wanted to be here,” he says, “I don’t mind driving, you know that.”

You did. You’d spent many nights circling the familiar streets of Hawkins over the span of a few years once you’d both been able to drive. Those same streets that are unfamiliar now, mere memories in your mind. It had been a few years since everything that happened with Vecna, and a few years since you watched your childhood home grow smaller and smaller in your parent’s rear view mirror, Steve along with it, waving from his parent’s driveway.

“And I wanted to see you,” he adds, glancing your way, those hazel eyes bright in the setting sun.

The idea dawns suddenly, lips moving to form the words before you can think otherwise, “Hawkins. Take me to Hawkins with you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, a little hesitantly, weariness seeping into his tone. “It's about…a twelve hour drive. I think we can make it to Ohio before getting some sleep for the night. You’ll just need to direct me with the map.”

You answer with a smile, reaching into his glove compartment and pulling out the map, the weathered corners bent like they’d been the last time you’d gone on a road trip with him. After everything had gone to hell at Starcourt, you needed to get away, the two of you taking to the road, a finger swirling around until it landed upon a random state.

It feels like old times, sitting here in the car with him, the windows down, his hair blowing in the wind, and the crisp smell of fall air to greet you.

The drive is quiet for the most part, other than the small exchanges here and there of roads to take, giving him enough time to make sure he’s in the correct lanes and the like.

It dawns on you then how long it’s been since the two of you really talked. Your exchanges throughout the years have been sparse, at best. Always meaningful, but moving twelve hours away has put a strain on your relationship from the get go. Initially you’d aimed for one phone call a week, which had soon turned into once every two weeks, and then down to once a month.

And once Clark had stepped in six months ago, your conversations were even less frequent, and always cut short — Clark never having understood why the two of you were so close.

So you suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised when Steve suddenly asks, “What happened back there?”

“I didn’t want to marry him,” you admit in a whisper, training your gaze ahead at the streets, leaves golden and amber flashing by the passenger side window. “I couldn’t marry him. I didn’t love him — I never loved him.”

It had been an added blessing that it seemed Clark felt the same, his mouth preoccupied with your friend’s minutes before you made your escape out the back door.

“Then why agree to marry the guy?”

It’s an innocent question, but it has your stomach lurching all the same, your lips parting slightly, heart pounding in your throat. “Steve…your parents are like mine. You know why.”

Because it had been arranged that way, Clark’s path pushed in front of yours, the pressures of your parents and their business ventures breathing down your neck. That and Clark had his own goals, as did you, and marrying would help you achieve them.

It wasn’t like you’d ever love him, either.

Love had only been reserved for one man in your life, and he’d never loved you back.

“So you marry some uptight rich guy to make your parents happy? What about how you feel?” His fingers tighten around the steering wheel, voice rising in volume. “And you were going to just go along with it?”

“Stop judging me! It’s not that simple.” His eyes dart to yours, unused to you ever raising your voice at him. “You don’t get it. You gave up that life. I had no choice but to go with them when everything happened the way it did in Hawkins.”

“Yes, because I was tired of feeling like a failure of a son,” he grumbles, carding his fingers through his hair, “tired of being looked at like I was Jonah Harrington’s biggest mistake.”

“You’re not a mistake.” Your fingers reach over the center console, briefly hovering above his bicep before resting there gently, feeling the tension in his form dissolve. “I thought I was doing the right thing for my family. I was trying to buy time and get my inheritance so I could be done with it all eventually. It was stupid, I know. But I’m making this decision right now, running away with you, for myself.”

His hand slides down to grasp yours, bringing the back of your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss there. He’s done it thousands of times over the years, but it has your heart skipping like it does every time, chills dancing along your spine.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, dropping another gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’m happy you’re here.”

“Me too, Steve.”

——

The moon comes out to play, and the two of you stop at a gas station just as Steve’s watch reads eight at night. The place is dilapidated at best. Neon glowing lights flickering along the top of the pump, the numbers worn away by weather, the inside of the building covered in inches of grime.

You’d intended to grab some snacks and water bottles, but the lack of sanitation efforts has you wanting to wait for the next convenience store instead. So as Steve pumps the gas, you lean onto the hood of the car, skirts spanning around your thighs, thanking someone as they pass and comment on how beautiful you look.

“You do look beautiful, you know?” Steve lifts his head, those corded muscles on his forearm drawing your attention once more. Head shaking, you tip your head up, eyes narrowing on his face curiously. “A shame you got all dressed up for that guy though.”

“Shut up,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him, propping your map up on your thighs. “So if my guesses are right, we’ll be getting to Ohio in a little less than three hours. Hopefully the hotels in Powell aren’t full. I’m already pretty tired.”

“If worse comes to worse, we could always sleep in the car —”

“Steve.”

“What?” He raises a hand in surrender, smiling at the angry furrow of your brows. “Wouldn’t be the first time we camped out in the back seat of it.”

“I’d prefer a mattress after the day we both had,” you tell him, folding the map and tucking it beneath your thigh. “We also need to keep an eye out for a store. Pretty sure I saw a cockroach in the gas station, so I’m not trusting anything in there. Plus pork rinds and jerky didn’t exactly sound appealing to me.”

Steve grimaces in agreement, the gas pump clicking, signaling his full tank. He replaces the nozzle on the holder and pushes the flap back into place, snatching the map from your hand as he passes around the front of the vehicle to slide back into the front seat.

You follow suit, shoving your skirts about your thighs, finger toying at a hole in the hem that you must have made while running through the city streets. The realization of thousands of dollars, all for naught, with the lingering fear of your parent’s disappointment swirling in your gut has your stomach churning uncomfortably. But there’s little time to linger on those worries, as Steve slides a finger along your forearm to draw you back to reality, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Look at me,” he demands softly, hazel eyes glowing in the seedy gas station light that flickers above. Lips twitching, you meet his stare, chest warming under the burn of his affection, “there’s that smile I love. Everything is fine.”

There ends up being a small grocery store at the next exit, a little family owned thing, with very few shoppers lingering inside. You offer to go in alone, but Steve insists you’re in another state and he’s not about to leave you by your lonesome. So you end up standing beside him, him all tousled in his dark pants and wrinkled dress shirt, and you in your dress, drawing the attention of curious customers.

“We got lost on our way to the airport for our honeymoon,” Steve tells one person who wanders a little too close for his liking as you grab bags of chips off of a rack, tossing in a jar of salsa for good measure. “Going to stop at that hotel down on Verdant instead. Really want to go above and beyond and treat my wife, you know?”

The one that looked all seedy, like it was practically falling apart, windows broken and covered with wooden slats. The customer eyes the two of you wearily, offering well wishes, sounding a little uncertain as they slowly but surely back away, not wanting to talk any further.

Nothing quells your giggles at that, head pressing into the bag of marshmallows you found, eyes pinched shut to keep your tears at bay. “Steve, they probably think we’re crazy.”

“Speak for yourself, honey,” he chuckles, reaching over to snatch the bag from you, “why do we need these?”

You pluck it back, pouting. “If you must know, they’re for me. I don’t share with guys named Steve who have too many opinions.”

“If we’re getting marshmallows, we need graham crackers and chocolate too,” he points out, reaching over to grab the other two s’mores ingredients from the end cap you’re standing in front of, tossing them into your shopping cart. “For two adults, it looks like we’re buying for a bunch of kids about to enter into a sugar coma.”

“Look — we’ve had a stressful day,” you huff out, pushing the cart further down the aisle, “we’ve earned s’mores and snacks. Plus we need it for the rest of our trip. I saw a coffee shop next door too. I’ll buy it. I feel bad you drove all the way to the city, only to leave again.”

“If I have coffee now, I’ll never fall asleep,” he exhales, shoulder brushing yours as you meander through the aisle, snatching a package of water bottles for the car off a pallet. “I do think we should grab breakfast tomorrow morning. Maybe do a little touristy stop before heading back to Hawkins. What do you think?”

Time alone with Steve? Time you haven’t had in way too long, if you’re being honest with yourself. Even now, standing in the store with him, getting gas with him before that, you realize just how much you’ve missed your best friend. Things like this, so banal and generally uninteresting, have you smiling until your cheeks hurt, brimming to overflow with excitement.

It’s an easy choice, really. “Sounds perfect.”

——

One room. There’s only one room with a single bed left in the whole damn hotel. You suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise, because nothing has really turned out how you anticipated today.

Still, you ask the woman at the front desk again, and she arches a brow in confusion — likely assuming you and Steve are already having marital issues merely hours after you tied the knot. There’s no use explaining it to any more people tonight. For now, you’re a newlywed, and Steve is your doting groom.

“Not like we’ve never shared a bed before.”

Steve’s voice is a low rumble near your ear as you stare at your distorted reflection in the silver wall of the elevator across from you. The thing is you have shared a bed with Steve numerous times over the years. As teenagers, when you often snuck over to Steve’s, after your parents left for business trip after business trip. He’d leave the window unlatched, a hand there to grab you as you scaled his trellis, blankets already pulled back on your side of the bed.

But for some reason this feels different. Hours ago you’d been engaged to another man — hours ago, after you’d caught said man in an affair, you’d only had one thought. And it had been this man standing before you; though then again, it had always been that way.

Steve Harrington, your beautiful best friend with a big personality and even bigger heart. Steve Harrington, the one that you always wanted, but also the one that never was.

With a steely sigh of resignation, you watch as Steve swipes the key card, flicking the light on in the doorway. It’s a simple room, not the upscale hotels you’re accustomed to. There are no lavish furnishings, no glittering chandeliers. Instead you’re met with a dresser and a dilapidated television. Against the back wall is a bed, the linens starchy beneath your fingertips, though you suppose they’ll have to do.

Steve whistles, glancing up at the popcorn ceilings. “Could be worse, right?” It’s an awkward chuckle, his hands reaching down to undo the buttons around his arms, hair on his chest visible a moment later as he unbuttons the top of his dress shirt. “Shit — just realized we don’t have any clothes. Should have stopped somewhere.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him, because he’s seen you in nearly every state of undress at this point.

In bathing suits over the summer, sitting atop his bathroom sink in your bra after Billy Hargrove had shoved you particularly hard at the Starcourt mall while under possession, your ribs scraped against the hard ground. And you’d seen him the same, beaten and bloodied after his altercation with Jonathan, after the Russians had taken him for questioning and beaten him to a bloody pulp, after the events with Vecna that had left his skin raw and battered.

Though you suppose this is a little different, as it’s the first time he’s going to be undressing you, despite being under different circumstances than those you dreamed of throughout the years. Fantasies you’ve long pushed aside in the catacombs of your mind, to be filed away as ‘things that’ll never happen since he’s your childhood best friend.’

Your fingers tremble as you turn in front of him, exhaling deeply as you mutter out, “I can’t reach the buttons. Could you…please?”

There’s a sense of awareness that settles over you as he approaches from behind. Broad, battle-calloused hands rest at the nape of your neck, drifting lower where they settle on the endless row of buttons there. His breath prickles along your skin, those nimble fingers of his toying with that first button, his inhale shaky as he undoes another, and then another, and another. With each button, more flesh is revealed, the ghost of his touching a phantom along your spine, the dress starting to sag around your breasts, your hands coming up to cup the gown close to your chest.

Steve’s eyes meet yours in the mirror affixed to the wall in front of you — hazel, and sparkling in the ethereal moonlight that pours through the softly parted curtains, tinged with an emotion you can’t quite put a name to. A deep exhale falls from gently parted lips as his knuckles drag along your spine, a delicate line that stops once he reaches the base, freeing you from the last of the buttons. White tulle drops to the ground beneath you, toes kicking it out of the way, leaving you standing there in a cream nightgown, lace detailing around the edges hugging the sumptuous curves of your breasts.

Steve’s throat bobs, clearly not wholly unaffected by all of this, as he peers at you. Your feet carry you backward toward the bed, legs curling beneath your form as Steve moves to unbutton his own shirt, tossing it haphazardly into the corner once it’s free from his torso. He’s the same and different than you remember. All broad chested, a dusting of hair along his upper body, a line from his naval down beneath the dark pants hugging a pair of toned thighs. Scars line his sides where the demobats had bitten into his flesh, his shredded back a tapestry of markings that catch your eye as he walks around the opposite side of the bed and slips in beside you. You avert your eyes, trying to not draw attention to the fact you’ve been ogling, ignoring that simmering ache low in your belly that forms.

If he notices you staring, he says nothing, only settling down on the mattress and shifting so his thighs brush your hips, his head resting on a pillow as he gazes at your profile.

Rolling onto your side, you reach over and trail your fingers along the forearm he tucks under his head, thumb running gentle stripes along the width of it. “Thanks for saving me today.”

“You know I’ll always be there for you,” he whispers back, reaching over your form to turn off the bedside lamp. “Always.”

——

Stones knock against the bedroom window. Rouse you from bed. Head poking up from your pillow, you wander over to the windowsill, hand covering your heart as Steve’s head appears in the opening, body practically thumping against the floor in his hastiness.

Broad palms settle on your biceps, the backs of your thighs pressing into your mattress as he leads you to sit down, hazel eyes meeting yours. Your fingers reach up to glide over his chest — to feel the rapid thump of his heart in his chest.

He’s real.

He’s here.

After worrying for days that something has gotten him too, he’s right here in the flesh.

Alive.

“I saw the news,” you gasp out, swallowing the harsh knot growing in the back of your throat, “Do they really think Eddie Munson did it? Do they really think he killed Chrissy? Fred? Steve, what’s going on? Is it the Upside Down? Let me help you.”

“It’s bad this time. Like — like really bad.” His fingers touch along your temples, poking and prodding, gauging your reaction. Your only reaction, however, is to grip at his wrists, fingers bracelets around his pulse points, head tilting to the side. “Are you in pain anywhere?”

“Steve, I’m fine,” you reassure him, pushing forward to loop your arms around his waist. To push him back against the bed so he can settle down a bit, his thighs against yours. “Your heart is racing. What’s wrong? I’m coming to help next time —”

“You’re not helping this time. Last time was a mistake.”

You’d been driving in the rain one evening back in July and saw Max and El walking on the streets, looking a little dejected, and ended up peering in the window at the Holloway’s when something had gone wrong and demanded the girls tell you what was going on — especially when you were El’s tutor and she usually told you everything. Once you’d found out Steve was missing too, all bets had been off the table for staying out of whatever was bump in the night.

He rolls over onto his side, hand coming up to cup your cheek, smothering your grimace under the softness of his touch. “I can’t…I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.”

“Steve.”

Your hand rests over his, eyes boring into his, noting the flush on his cheeks, the glittering lower line of his lashes. Whatever this is, whatever he’s dealing with…the weight is crushing him, and your heart breaks with the immensity it.

His fingers reach over to grasp at your Walkman laying on the bedside table beside your bed. He drops it down onto the mattress between the two of you, a pleading look in those hazel depths.

“Put your favorite song on loop. Keep batteries on you at all times, and keep the headphones nearby until I tell you it’s safe.” Your mouth opens to speak, but he continues, “Please, just trust me. It’s safer for you this way. People are dying.”

“Let me help, Ste —”

“Please,” he begs, dropping his forehead against yours, “just trust me, okay?”

You nod, and in the morning, as you start to feel your body coming to wake, his fingers trace your temple. Like he’s trying to memorize every detail, the calluses on his fingers from years of baseball soothing your soul.

“I love you,” he whispers, like he always does.

I love you, in the way he loves Dustin and Robin or any of the other kids.

I love you, in the way he’s loved you since you were eleven.

I love you, in the way you always tell one another you do.

I love you, in the way he always has, but not in the way you always wished he would.

“I love you,” he says once more, and you slip back into sleep.

——

Went to try and find us some clothes. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. Be back soon. - Love, Steve.

With a yawn, you roll over in bed, clutching the note to your chest. It smells like your best friend — that warm vanilla scent with something minty beneath. Comforting and completely him. The space beside you is still warm, the imprint of his body a reminder that he’d even been there at all. Popcorn ceilings meet your field of vision as you flip onto your back, holding aloft your left hand, light coming through the window catching on the glittering diamond there.

“Never thought you were one for a rock that needs an insurance policy,” Steve teases, appearing in the doorway with bags of clothes and other products in hand. “Then again, never thought you’d marry a guy named Clark. What is he, Spider-Man?”

“You mean Superman?”

He shoots a mocking glare your way and settles down beside you on the bed, pulling out various articles of clothing.

“It’s not designer, I hope that’s fine.” You shove at him lightly. He’s gone with a pair of black leggings and a chestnut colored sweater for you, along with a pair of boots that’ll be nice for the fall weather outside. “I eyed the shoe size. Hope they fit.” The shoes are a size too big, but they’ll work, and you laugh as he pulls out a bra and a pair of underwear. His eyes narrow a bit your way, “Just wanted to make sure I covered all the bases. I already got judged enough at the store by the cashier, so do not even go there right now.”

You snicker, tucking the clothes against your chest gratefully. Honestly, nothing sounds better than a new pair of comfortable clothes, ready to be rid of the flimsy dress dancing along your thighs.

“This is perfect,” you tell him honestly. Steve himself went for something similar — a pair of dark blue jeans, a black sweater, and a pair of simple shoes. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it,” he says, stopping you from reaching for your wallet. “You couldn’t exactly walk around in your dirty wedding dress for another day.”

“Yeah, but you’ve already done too much for me —”

“You’re my best friend. Stop acting like you’re inconveniencing me. I asked for this. Plus we haven’t hung out much in…oh, I don’t know, two or three years? That’s a lot of lost time to make up for.” As your features soften at his words, he adds, “Now hurry up and get dressed. There’s a diner around the block that looks nice enough and I’m starving.”

——

Fifteen.

You’re fifteen and it’s a dare.

Tommy and Carol think it’s funny.

Seven minutes in heaven with Steve Harrington.

The room is silent, all eyes on you. And maybe it’s the cheap liquor stolen from Steve’s parent’s expensive cabinet running through your system, but when Carol points at you and laughs that you won’t do it, you grip Steve by the collar of his shirt and stomp off to the nearby coat closet.

Steve’s breathless behind you, body thumping yours as you both stumble inside and the door is shut. Without hesitation, you tug on the rope chain connected to a single lightbulb and squint as your eyes adjust to the orange glow radiating off Steve’s golden skin, flushed by the summer sun.

“Time is ticking and we don’t hear kissing!” Tommy cackles, though it’s muffled through the wooden door separating you from the rest of Steve’s guests.

The rest of the room dissolves into fits of giggles, drowned out by the harsh thump of your heart pounding in your ears. The light flickers up above, and part of you wonders if it’s the only imperfection in the Harrington home. Something so trivial, and yet it distracts you from this nerve wracking moment, in this closet, with this boy.

“I’ve — I never…” you babble, feeling your chest heat, embarrassment choking off the rest of your words. “So, like, if we…do this…I don’t really know what I’m doing. And I think if I’m going to get it out of the way, I’d want it to be with someone I trust, and there’s no one I trust more than you. So, like, why not, right?”

Steve’s grinning. A goofy little thing that grows as he steps a little closer, one of his palms curling around your hips, toying with the belt loop on your jean shorts. “You want me to kiss you, hmm?”

Steve’s different now. He’s grown in the four years you’ve known him. He’s handsome, not that he hasn’t always been. But there’s more of him now. His chest is broader, his hair is longer, he’s popular now. By default, you are too. None of that has ever mattered; as long as you have him, you’re happy. But it’s at fifteen that you really understand the love you feel for him isn’t wholly platonic. In fact, the older you get, the more time you spend with him…it only solidifies in your heart that whatever his soul is made up of sings to your own.

It’s equal parts surreal and terrifying.

“Hey…hey,” Steve whispers, voice a coo that he only reserves for you, “what’s the pout for?”

“You’re teasing me,” you tell him, tipping your head up a bit, the fire in your eyes clashing with the worry in his, “and I already told you I’m nervous. You only have one first kiss and I —”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I'm being an asshole. Let me start over again, yeah?”

You nod, swallowing thickly as he lifts a hand and cups your cheek. The pad of his thumb runs over your bottom lip, parts you for him gently. Shaky breath skitters along your bottom lip, heart thrashing wildly behind your sternum as he takes another step closer and tilts his head down a bit, the warmth of him permeating your thin tank top when his chest brushes yours.

“It’s just me,” he breathes out, noting your trembling, taking another step closer.

His hips bump yours and linger, all the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. A steady beat of ‘kiss me, kiss me, kiss me’ in time with their wings throbs in your blood.

Steve’s thumb strokes back and forth against your lip, drags it down further as your breath mingles in the middle, as you lean up onto your toes and meet him there, humming into his flesh.

The space between you shrinks and he’s there, warm and gentle against your flesh. You barely have time to register the fact he’s kissing you, because a knock sounds from the other side of the door, signaling your time is up. Both of you jolt apart, a little breathless, your hand coming up to rest against your mouth. He swallows thickly and opens the door, the closet awash in bright light, and though he seems mostly unaffected, a solid realization drops into your gut.

You’ve never loved anyone before, and maybe people will say you’re ‘too young’ to know anything about it, but you know with absolute certainty you love Steve Harrington.

——

Steve’s beaming because you’re glowing. Practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wander through the park you’d stumbled upon shortly after breakfast, shoes crinkling against fallen leaves as you kick them into the air, glee personified. He wishes he had a camera, if only to capture the way you look right now. You, with your head tipped up to the sky, arms out at your sides, catching the small droplets of rain that began falling only minutes ago on your upturned palms.

He’s already suggested heading back to the car and getting on the road for the remainder of the trip to Hawkins, but the more it rains the happier you seem. As though you’re shedding your old life, a little lighter than you had been hours ago.

He hates that Clark’s ring is still on your finger, especially when he feels the way he does simply looking at you in this moment, but he can only imagine the enormity of the emotions welling in your system. You walked out on your family and your marriage; he knows your family, and knows what consequences might come from your actions.

Maybe you need a moment before popping the bubble and accepting fate? And who is he to hinder your joy? He’d spend every day trying to get you to smile like you are right now, having done so all the years of your friendship, only now it twists his gut tight. A harsh coil, curling around his esophagus, robbing him of his voice and air.

“I love how free and open everything feels here,” you tell him, practically skipping over to his side, shoulder brushing his. “I’ve been in the city so long I forgot what it’s like.”

He knows exactly what you mean. It’s quiet here. Peaceful. For a moment he can pretend you two are the only people in the world. “And soon you’ll be back in Hawkins,” he says, curling an arm around your shoulders, tucking you in close. “Are you excited?”

“A little nervous to see everyone,” you admit, resting your head against his shoulder. “It’s been…”

“Almost three years since you visited.”

He’d come to visit you in the city, on weekends where he could get away and book a plane ticket. But even then, he’d only see you for a weekend at a time. Nothing like before, when you’d spend nearly every day with him, and then once Robin joined the picture, she’d become the third part of your trio.

He can’t wait to have the both of you back together in the same state again.

There is so much he already imagines doing, places he wants to show you, things he wants to share with you.

“Everyone misses you, though,” he reassures you, hating the way your features drop when you whirl around to face him, the amber leaves wrinkling around the edges of your shoes. “They’re going to be so excited. Swear.”

“Pinky promise?” You hold out the sad little pinky, eyes leveling with his.

“We haven’t done one of these since we were seventeen when you asked me to teach you how to parallel park and promised to write my science paper if I helped you pass —”

“Yeah, because I failed the road test and was the only one in our class to not pass on the first try. It was embarrassing.” And you’d been miserable about it. Made it everyone’s problem. He’d thought it cute, the way you’d ripped Tommy H to shreds when he said it was okay you failed because Steve could always chauffeur you around, and you’d flipped the guy off with your favorite finger to throw his way.

Still, he curls his finger around yours and grins, “How do you feel about getting on the road? If we leave now, we should be in Hawkins by dinner time. Maybe we can bother Eddie for a free drink. You know he owns the Hideout now? Expanded it, so it’s a restaurant too now. The owner had passed and trusted Eddie would take care of it. Everyone’s really proud of him.”

You don’t. He’s never told you. It happened the past year, and with Clark entering your life, communication had dwindled a bit. He tried to hide his upset with those first few phone calls. Tried to pretend he never noticed how you’d spoken quicker, as though you were trying to speed up your catch up sessions, as though someone were looking over your shoulder.

It hurt to have the little bits he got to keep of you — the parts he liked to think were for himself — cut even shorter.

Things are different now, he reminds himself. You’re here, with him, heading back to Hawkins.

But for how long…that weary part in the back of his soul whispers. Just as quickly as he has you back, he knows he can lose you now. The thought alone stirs dread within him.

“Do you mind if we stop at a phone booth first? I want to call my family. Make sure they at least know I’m okay.” You’re already gesturing to the booths he can see in the nearby distance, hidden under a halo of golden and flame colored leaves dancing on tree branches.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He knows them. He knows it’ll be anything but civil conversation.

He watches a grimace flutter across your features. “I think I owe at least that to them.”

——

Calling is a mistake. A huge, unfathomable mistake. The phone booth rests on the outskirts of the park, leaves falling to the ground around you, the fall chill in the air adding to the drop in temperature once you step beneath the awning and dial the number you know by heart.

Steve remains behind you, a comforting hand on your shoulder you accept by lacing your own fingers atop his. There’s a quick greeting, a simple ‘hi’ that spills out from you in a nervous rush, and then the phone blares to life. What feels like dozens of voices burst on the other end. You can hear your father shouting in the distance when your mother says who is calling.

Clark’s voice also appears in the background, and you wonder why he’s with them. It’s not like you ever spent much time with him outside of family obligations.

The relationship had been a ruse, a predisposed desire foisted upon you both by affluent families in want of furthering their ‘prestigious bloodlines,’ a result of societal pressures becoming too much. Many had insisted many married for less, that these arrangements were more common than you were led to believe, that love wasn’t afforded to people ‘like you.’ You hated it — hated all that it stood for.

Your relationship with Clark had never been deeply emotional or physical. A kiss on the brow or a peck on the lips for appearances sake, but you never allowed him near your heart. He was a friend, sure; someone you could talk to, could vent to — but that was all it ever had been.

You were merely upholding the optics your families expected of you both. The plan all along had been to eventually separate after Clark received his promotion within your father’s practice, and you obtained your inheritance before finally deciding what you wanted to do with your own life. Figured it was the least owed after throwing away everything you once knew to play a role you detested as a ‘perfect daughter’ to one of the largest plastic surgeons in the country.

“Where are you?” your father demands, voice a gruff bark, “You must have some grand explanation for walking out and throwing the thousands of dollars I threw into your wedding away.”

“I’m safe,” you tell them, smiling softly to yourself as Steve’s fingers squeeze tight around your shoulder.

“Don’t think we didn’t see you run out with Harrington's son. I had the venue pull the security footage —”

“With Steven?” your mother gasps. “You didn’t tell me that, dear.”

“If this is some affair, you and Clark will deal with it in couple’s counseling. I expect you back here this instant, young lady. I did not raise you the way I did just for you to run back to that hell in a handbasket town —”

“I need time away,” you say, a little bite to your tone you don’t expect, heart hammering away, “I don’t know how long. But I need this, okay?”

“Sweetheart.” Clark’s voice pours through the receiver. It’s fake, you know it’s fake. All appearances because he knows his promotion is in jeopardy. He can’t be sole heir of your father’s practice without the wife needed to secure the deal. “Let’s think rationally here. Come back home, I miss you. Please, my love.”

Steve stiffens behind you, his ear having lowered down to the earpiece. You shake your head and he softens when you tug him nearer by his sweater, relishing in the warmth of his body to block out the cold.

“I only wanted to call to tell you all that I'm okay. And I’m okay. I promise.” Voices start to rise in volume, but the phone slams against the holder and the line grows dead, ready for the next caller. Fingers rise to pinch at the bridge of your nose. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out. Steve opens his mouth to speak, but you offer a stiff shake of the head, murmuring, “Can we just…go? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, sliding a hand down to take yours in his, pulling you from the phone booth. You follow listlessly behind, free hand toying with the edge of your sweater. For someone who always takes up a room with her personality, you seem so small now. Deflated. He hates it. Hates that they hold this power over you, knowing he escaped the same thing years ago now and never looked back. “I love how they still think I’m some shitstain on my family legacy even after all these years. Kind of funny, right, seeing how those people are so miserable, and yet for the first time in my life I’m actually happy.”

You laugh at the blasé nature of his words. He always knows what to say to make you laugh, always has. “I’m glad one of us is.”

He stops, whirling around to cup both your shoulders. “You’ll figure it out too. This will all blow over. It’ll be okay. Do you want me to take you back home?”

The word sinks deep in the pit of your stomach. Home. Is it home, though?

“No,” you mumble, sounding a little forlorn, “no, I want to stay with you.”

“Okay, well…I have one rule when we get back into the car.” His hair dances along his brow as a stray wind picks up. There’s a shadow of stubble along his jaw, and the urge to run your fingers along that new part of him rises up within you. Head tilting to the side curiously at his words, he continues, “Your life back in the city? Doesn’t exist right now, okay? All of that — leave it right here on this walkway. Think you can do that for me?”

You nod, the city laid there to rest on that sidewalk in the middle of Powell, Ohio.

——

Steve visits the first winter after you leave Hawkins. Feels a little out of place as he appears at your parent’s doorway, holding out a bottle of wine he grabbed from a supermarket, in a suit that he knows is ill fitted on his body because he borrowed it from Eddie Munson. Your home is huge; towering white walls, marble floors, a sprawling staircase. But it’s cold and it’s empty and feels empty, without memories to fill it.

Not like your home back in Hawkins, where he spent his days laying on your bed as you studied, or on the couch watching movies, legs tangled in blankets, chairs set around to make silly forts. He misses baking in the kitchen — or rather you baking, while he prattles on about anything that comes to mind as you tossed ingredients together with love and care.

His heart swells as you rush forward, practically leaping into his arms, perfect as you’ve always been. All beaming smiles, melodious laughter, and that incomparable beauty that radiates from within you.

You feel like home — like his; and yet, you’ve always felt that way.

But you’re here and he’s in Hawkins and you’re miles apart now.

And the way your father pulls him to the side after dinner for a not-so-innocent glass of whiskey outside reminds him exactly of that.

“This childhood crush you have — I always thought the two of you would grow out of it. But it’s clear that is not the case.” It’s a dark sound, a sound that has Steve swallowing thickly, fingers tightening around his glass. “We allowed it for as long as we did because it was good for the two of you. Having friends in that town. These are the people my daughter needs to be around. Her peers, her friends, people that she can grow with.”

Steve swallows again. It’s not unlike the conversations he’s had with his own father before his parents left Hawkins. ‘You’re not good enough for her, you’re not good enough in general, you should have scored that hoop, should have won that baseball game, should have gotten better grades, should have joined the family business.’

Should have, should have, should have.

“I love your daughter, sir.”

He’s always dreamed of telling you first. But the moment was never right, sometimes you’d be dating someone, or he would be. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if your feelings were the same. If he learned anything from the knock on his head thanks to Nancy Wheeler, it was that life only passed you by if you waited.

The older man leans back on his chair and sips his drink, the air bitingly frigid, and yet Steve feels hot beneath his clothing. Can feel every wrinkle of fabric against his slick skin. “You know I can’t allow that.”

“Not to be disrespectful, sir, but she’s her own person —”

“That may be true. She has her free will, and both of us are well aware how stubborn she can be, but sometimes that clouds her judgment —” Steve’s mouth opens, but he’s cut off, “What will you be able to provide her? Where are you working these days? That movie shop?”

“I’m — ah —”

“If you were to marry her, how would you provide for your home? For your children, should you have any?”

Steve flounders on the spot. He has his job, and maybe it doesn’t pay what he would like, but he’s also taken up working side jobs with a local contractor. Has started learning how to build, how to fix, has started remodeling Hopper’s old home that he bought off of him when he married Joyce. It’s a fixer upper, but it’s one of the few things he has that he can fully say are his and his alone.

Maybe he doesn’t have everything now, but in a few years…

“Imagine in a few years. You might make her happy now, but what if she wakes up one day and realizes love isn’t enough? When the bills come in and finances are tight — it creates a strain on a relationship, a stress that I don’t think your childhood whims can even sustain. Not forever, at least. She’s used to this.” He waves his hands to the lavish home you live in. “All she knows is this.”

And he cannot measure up. He can’t provide this. Will never be able to reach this unimaginable wealth. Can’t take you to fancy five-star restaurants, still drives the car he’s had for years now, lives in a home that doesn’t have fully functional windows. A home where when it rains he lays out buckets to catch the water droplets that dribble inside through the roof that still needs a ton of love. He has no pension, no fancy 401k, and the barest of savings to his name.

Not enough, he’s not enough, not good enough.

It’s the words that are unsaid that speak the loudest.

He understands immediately what the older man means.

He’s not enough for you.

He’d never been enough for his own family, so why did he assume this would be any different?

“I know I cannot tell you what to do,” the man across from Steve says, a smug grin across his lips that has his blood running cold, “but I would like to make it very clear you will not have my blessing in the matter. Is that understood?”

Steve says nothing, because the door slides open and you’re there in your sparkly dinner dress that likely costs more than what he makes in a week. The differences in your classes have never been so firmly drawn in the sand. You take his hand and urge him inside, smiling at him like he hung the moon, and your father presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Steve, remember what we talked about, son.”

And he’s gone, but his words remain. Swirling, swirling, swirling around inside Steve’s mind. Like little crystalline shards, little daggers, that sink into his skin and twist. Barbs, tangling within him, leaving him reeling and aching.

“Hey,” you whisper softly, brows furrowing, hands cupping his cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?”

You’re warm, stroking his skin so comfortingly, and he smiles down at you, forces it onto his face for your sake. “I’m okay,” he lies, but though you frown a bit at his reply, you smile weakly when he adds, “Missed you, that’s all.”

“There’s a movie playing tonight that I think you’d like. Come with? For old times sake?” Hopeful. You sound so hopeful.

“Sure,” he says hollowly, the mantra of ‘not good enough’ echoing impossibly loud as you walk him down the hall.

——

The rain falls harder now. Thicker droplets that drop against the windshield, little tracks like tears falling down the glass, pushed away a moment later by wipers.

You tug your thighs up closer to your chest, head nodding along to the song playing on the radio. Steve seems far away — lost in thoughts that form a haze over his eyes. Moments ago you’d run your fingers over the backs of his knuckles and he’d offered you a smile, but that wouldn’t do.

“This mountain I must climb,” you sing out, filling the car with your off-key notes, “feels like a world upon my shoulders.”

“What are you doing?” Steve chuckles, head turning your way. There’s a nervousness about him that feels unfamiliar. A conscientiousness that’s usually not there when it comes to him.

Trying to break him out of whatever spell he’s in, your hand splays out, clutching at the sleeve of his sweater dramatically, waving his arm in the air.

“Through the clouds I see love shine —” Another grand swirl of your free hand, and a laugh bursts from him. “It keeps me warm as life grows colder. Come on, Steve!”

“In my life, there’s been heartache and pain,” he mumbles beside you, thumb tap-tapping against the steering wheel. From where you’re sitting, you can see the twitch of his lips, the corners climbing upward. “I don't know if I can face it again.”

You both break into a fit of giggles as the next lines come through the speakers. And then, with your hand against your heart and his waving out in a flourish that teasingly thumps your chest you both cry out in equally as horrendous voices, “I wanna know what love iiiiis. I want you to show meee.”

You turn to face him, staring intently in his eyes, both of you wailing from deep within your bellies, “I wanna feel what love is. I know you can show meee.”

Your head falls against his shoulder, both your shoulders shaking as the song continues around you, eyes following the tracks of the raindrops spilling onto the glass. Comforting, it’s comforting and feels like home.

The chorus blares again and you catch Steve mouthing the words to the song, his eyes a little misty, your heart splintering down the middle.

Trying to break the quiet tension in the car, you tease, “Is that a tear in your eye I see, Steve Harrington?”

He shoves you lightly, though he makes no effort to move you from his shoulder, sniffling noisily. “Shut up.”

“It’s an emotional song. I don’t blame you,” you giggle airily, looping an arm around his waist, the gearshift digging into your middle. You’re about to ask him what has him in his thoughts just as a rectangular object flashes by your side of the car. “Oh! Was that the —”

“Welcome to Hawkins,” he says softly, your head whipping behind you to catch the back of the sign declaring your entrance to your childhood town.

“I’m back?” You breathe out, nose nearly pressing up against the windshield, despite Steve trying to pull you into your seat by the back of your sweater. “Steve?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles breathily, “you’re home.”

“Home.” Endless rows of lush trees fly by, the rumble of distant thunder drowning out the Foreigner song blaring through Steve’s stereo system. “It’s been so long. Still kinda smells.”

“Definitely still smells over here,” he admits, finally managing to get you to rest back against your seat. “Calm down, you dork.”

Wrinkling your nose at him, you suddenly jump, clapping his forearm rapidly with your excited palm. “Oh my gosh — I get to finally see your place!”

“You get to stay at my place too,” he muses, smirking in a way that has your toes curling a bit in your shoes.

You watch as familiar buildings come into view. Different than they were before the town had been devastated by Vecna, but they're all the same. He winds down roads with names you can still remember, weaving along streets until making his way down the path toward where you knew Hopper’s old cabin to be. Only as you pull up, glancing out the window up at the beautiful trees above, it’s much different than you remember. Gorgeous, nestled away as it is in the middle of one of the most peaceful places in all of Hawkins. Larger and triangular on top, with wide windows and a wrap around deck. Beneath a wooden awning are two wooden chairs, facing your direction. A porch light glows with a yellow light, illuminating the deck and the car just feet away from where Steve parked.

“Were you expecting company?” You push the clasp of your seatbelt free, grabbing your things and pushing the passenger side door open. Leaves crinkle and crunch beneath your feet as you step out, rain droplets falling onto your head.

“Looks like Eddie is still here. That’s his fiancée’s car.”

“Eddie’s here.” He nods at your query, stepping in closer, arm there to loop around your shoulders. “Your home…it’s so much different than it was. It’s — it’s amazing, Steve.”

“Figured it needed some remodeling, seeing as monsters had ripped through it.” He grins to himself at your compliment, though, pride radiating off of his form. “It does look pretty great, doesn’t it? I’m proud of it. Mr. Lafferty gets all the credit. He taught me everything I know.”

“Mr. Lafferty…” The name sounds familiar. He’d been one of the few carpenters in town.

“He passed away a few months ago.” Steve grimaces. “But he helped a ton. We expanded the place, added some rooms, and updated it. It’s…well, it’s home.”

“Show me?”

He nods, pulling you along the makeshift walkway beside him. Rocks shift and move as you follow him, shoes tapping against the wooden steps leading to the front door. Steve pushes it open and you’re greeted with high ceilings, wooden beams along the walls, a fireplace set in the far right corner, two gray couches nearby with a wooden table in the middle of the space. There’s a television in the corner, and set back against the far wall is the open kitchen area.

“You are…not at a wedding,” Eddie murmurs, appearing from within the refrigerator, open beer can in hand. “Thought you were getting hitched.”

“Decided marriage wasn’t for me,” you laugh, rushing forward to slam into the man, sighing happily into his chest as arms loop low around your waist. “But Steve tells me you’re getting married.”

“Yeah, somehow tricked a girl into saying yes,” he chuckles, taking a step back to look at you. “You look great.”

“You do too!” His scars look faded by time now, his hair longer than you remember, earring twinkling behind those dark curls of his. “And who is this?”

There, on a little mat in the corner of the kitchen, is a little orange kitten. It peers up at you with honey colored eyes, a little nervous as it pads closer to Eddie. The metalhead scoops the kitten in hand, little kitten limbs spilling over his forearm.

“This is my nephew, Garfield,” Eddie says, rubbing at a tiny furry ear. “Steve found him behind the Hideout. I managed to convince him to keep it. Poor guy is out here living all on his own, it was only a matter of time before he started talking to the trees. As his best friend, I needed to look out for him, you know? So I figured talking to a cat would be more acceptable.”

“Very funny, asshole.” Steve plucks the kitten from his friend, holding it between the two of you. Your eager fingers reach out to pet it, the little head tilting upward to maximize chin scratches, a rumbly purr vibrating against your fingertips. “You fed him?”

“Fed him, cleaned up after him. By the time you have human babies, I’ll be a pro.” Eddie clapped his best friend on the back, giving you another hug. “I should get back. Promised Abi I would grab pizza on the way home. I’ll see you both around. Enjoy your night, kids.”

His ringed fingers waggle and your cheeks burn. “Oh, it’s not like —”

He offers a parting bow and slips out the door, his boots thundering on the front steps, leaving you alone in Steve’s home. Alone again, you take another glance about the space, noting the staircase against the opposite wall.

Raising a finger in the air, you ask, “Your cabin has a second floor?”

“Yeah.” He nods, jerking his head in the direction of the stairs. “Come on.”

Following him, you walk the few stairs leading to his bedroom, taking in the large king bed set against more windows that bleed moonlight into the otherwise dark space, the tan and cream pillows piled high against a dark comforter, his closet in the corner. There’s a woven basket in one corner, various plaid and knitted blankets poking out. To your left is what he tells you is the bathroom, door closed for now.

Even without the fire presently burning in the fireplace, the home feels warm. Like something Steve has put his heart and soul into to make it exactly what he envisioned. Proud doesn’t even start to touch the emotions welling up within you for the man.

All of this. He’s done all of this in the years since you’ve been gone.

“So, uh, you can use the bed? I have a ton of blankets, so I can always sleep on the couch. For however long you want to stay.”

“Steve, no.” He arches a brow. “This is your home. You didn’t plan on hosting. You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Or…” Steve places Garfield down on the edge of the bed, the kitten curling up into a content ball, paws kneading into the comforter below. “we just…share? Again, nothing we’ve never done before. Just like the thousands of other times we’ve done it.”

“I mean. Hell, we did that last night too.” You shrug, because he’s not wrong to suggest simply sharing again.

“Exactly.” Steve watches as you walk around his bedroom, taking in the sights. “I got you pajamas. They’re in the car, so I’ll just have to run out and grab them quickly. We can go shopping for more stuff in the morning. If you’re…planning on staying for a bit.”

“Yeah…I mean, I haven’t thought about for how long, and I don’t want to put you out for longer than I —”

“You can stay however long you need to. Or want to. Not a problem.” Steve clears his throat, hand coming up to run along the back of his neck.

“Okay.” You nod.

“Okay,” he echoes.

That’s that.

And later, as you both curl up beneath the blankets, Garfield lying comfortably near Steve’s feet, you whisper into the darkness.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

You can feel him in the bed behind you. There’s enough distance between you that it feels like a chasm, though.

“I’m cold.”

He exhales a yawn. “Do you want me to throw more logs on the fire?”

“No…” You shift backward a little, your frigid feet touching his warmer ones. “Can you, uh…get closer? Like when we were younger.”

Bandaged knees. Summer slick skin. The smell of sunblock in the air. Bodies huddled together, legs tangled and arms wound right. Nights where you fell asleep against him on the couch during winter, his heartbeat a lullaby. Laying under the stars at Lover’s Lake, losing track of time, and having to rush back home as the sun set to get ready for school, his hair a wreck. Images flicker in your mind, memories of times long ago.

It feels different now. Changed, as his body sidles in closer, a muscular arm coming to curl low around your waist. A hum pours from you as he tugs you against his chest, the feeling of his breath at the back of your neck a comfort that has your head nuzzling further into a fluffy pillow.

“Is this good?” he asks, resting his forehead against the back of your head, the rumble of his chest vibrating along your spine.

“Perfect.”

And as his breathing slows and he starts to drift off to sleep, you can’t help but to think about how warm he feels. About how easy it would be to lose yourself in this fantasy — of staying here, in this home, with the person you love.

Therein lies your problem.

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In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 18 : A Clash of Anomalies

The night was enveloped in darkness as Spider-Ghost, also known as Gwen Stacy, swung through the city, her eyes alert for any signs of trouble. She had received a distress signal from the multiverse dimensional traveling bracelet, indicating the presence of another anomaly in Miles' dimension. With a sense of urgency, she made her way to the designated location, knowing that she needed to confront the anomaly and neutralize the threat it posed.

Unbeknownst to Gwen, Miles, in his Spider-Man persona, had also responded to the alert, independently patrolling the area. It was a stroke of fate that they would both find themselves in the same place, facing different challenges. As Gwen arrived at the scene, she spotted the anomaly, a swirling mass of energy that seemed to distort reality itself.

But before she could take action, a familiar voice cut through the air. Spider-Punk, clad in his punk-inspired suit, leaped onto a nearby rooftop, his presence adding a twist to the unfolding situation. He had been drawn to the anomaly as well, his sense of adventure and justice compelling him to lend a hand.

Spotting Gwen, Spider-Punk flashed a mischievous grin. "Well, well, if it ain't Ghost Spider herself," he called out, his voice dripping with a rebellious charm. "Need a bit of punk rock help, do ya?"

Gwen couldn't help but chuckle, her tension momentarily eased by the arrival of her eccentric ally. "You always know how to make an entrance, Spider-Punk. I could use all the help I can get with this anomaly."

With a nod of agreement, the two heroes sprang into action, working in sync to subdue the anomaly. Their powers and acrobatic prowess complemented each other, forming a dynamic partnership that allowed them to confront the threat head-on. As they fought side by side, Gwen couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Spider-Punk's unyielding spirit and unique fighting style.

Meanwhile, not far from their location, Miles, as Spider-Man, found himself embroiled in a different kind of conflict. Black Cat had returned, once again engaging in her thieving antics. Miles was determined to bring her to justice and put an end to her crimes, but she proved to be a formidable adversary, always managing to elude his grasp.

Frustration and determination burned within Miles as he swung through the city, his spider-senses on high alert. He had to catch Black Cat and put an end to her thieving ways, but she seemed to always be one step ahead, slipping through his fingers with ease.

Unbeknownst to Miles, Gwen's eyes were trained on him, her heart heavy with a mixture of jealousy and longing. She couldn't shake the memory of their encounter at the arcade, the electric chemistry between Miles and (y/n). It gnawed at her, filling her with uncertainty and confusion about her own feelings.

Spider-Punk, ever observant, noticed Gwen's distraction. He could sense the tension radiating from her, the emotions she struggled to contain. With a wry smile, he spoke up, breaking the silence. "You seem a bit preoccupied, Ghost. Mind telling your friendly neighborhood punk what's bothering you?"

Gwen sighed, her mask unable to conceal the conflict within. "It's just... I can't help but feel somewhat jealous, ya know?Spider-Punk. A few days ago I saw the way a friend of mine and his friend interacted back at this arcade, and it's been messing with my head since."

Spider-Punk chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Ah, love and jealousy, the grand dramas of life. But trust me, Ghost, appearances can be deceiving. You never know what lies beneath the surface."

As he spoke, Spider-Punk spotted Black Cat in the distance, her lithe figure tauntingly elusive. A mischievous gleam shone in her eyes as she glanced in their direction. "Well, well, looks like I've got two hot guys chasing after me now," she purred, her voice carrying a flirtatious edge.

Spider-Punk's eyebrow raised in surprise, his own playful nature coming to the forefront. "And how'd you know I'm hot?" he retorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Black Cat smirked in response, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "The voice, love. It's all in the voice."

As their banter continued, Gwen couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. But beneath it all, she knew Spider-Punk was right. Appearances could be deceiving, and she needed to trust in her friendship with Miles.

The night wore on, and as the battle against the anomaly and Black Cat intensified, Spider-Ghost and Spider-Punk fought with determination and skill. The anomaly was eventually contained and neutralized, while Black Cat managed to slip away once more.

As the dust settled and the city returned to its usual rhythm, Gwen and Spider-Punk regrouped. Gwen looked at her companion, a sense of gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks for being there, Spider-Punk. Your words of wisdom and your unpredictable nature... they always manage to put things into perspective."

Spider-Punk grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Anytime, Ghost. Just remember, love and friendship are never straightforward. It's all about finding your own rhythm in this crazy world."

With a final nod, the two heroes went their separate ways, each carrying their own burdens and desires. The night had brought them closer, forged a bond between them, and reminded them of the complexities of love, friendship, and the constant dance of life.

#x reader #x reader series #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spider gang #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist #miles morales x reader #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #in love with the same cat series #in love with the same cat #in love with the same cat masterlist

[jockmewalking]

In general, some biographies hint towards the contestants canon counterparts, such as the dream section for both Mary and Cameron basically being what Jo and canon Cameron were like. However, some biographies might foreshadow what will happen to the character in the competition…

Now for more specific stuff:

Brick’s chosen movie, Surge of Hassan, is based on the movie Sergeant Hassan

Her personality is modeled strongly off of her prototype design, as she sports as a more callous and brutish demeanor. Regardless, she’s still a momma’s boy!

Mary’s fav song, Summer and a Typhoon by Trolly Hell, references Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall

I wanted him to be the definition of a girl-failure but still have an interest in sports.

Staci’s fav music artist, Glad Donna, references Madonna

Staci’s fav movie, Rude Gals starring Reggie and Janelle as characters, references Mean Girls which has Janice and Regina as prominent characters.

Canon Staci’s biography mentions being a hairdresser, so that tiny trait is now a bigger part of her personality here. She embodies that judgey, gossip-loving stereotype of female hairstylists. Staci in canon also has a tendency to lie, so does this one, but is just more… convincing about it.

Mike’s fav movie, Earthdog Day, is based on the movie Groundhog Day.

Mike’s dream date, Lorrison Ellie, references Laurie Elliot, the voice actor of Jo who’s also a comedian.

Mike has DID still, and some parts of his biography allude to smiles alters…

Mike’s personality is inspired by Jimmy Two Shoes, since beta Mike looks a lot like Jimmy Two Shoes, who is another character his voice actor plays as. Jimmy is a cheerful and loving boy despite literally being a resident of hell, similar to how upbeat Mike is despite his…not-so-wholesome past. Also, Jim’s series is a light-hearted comedy show which is why Mike is a comedian.

The book Scott was talking about in the job section of his biography is Where The Red Fern Grows. While he acquires a raccoon army to hunt down two hounds, the books stars a boy and his two redhounds hunting down raccoons.

Prototype Scott has design elements from Canon Brick, so obviously I had to make Scott a cadet too! …Or so it seems.

Cam’s fav video game soundtrack, The Myth of Link, is based on The Legend of Zelda.

Cameron mentioning that scrib has bad luck but that not deterring zaps is based on how his official prototype design resembles like Mickey n Jay, two boys from RR who are quite unlucky but still remain determined to achieve their goals in the competition.

This Cameron is much more adventurous and bold than their canon self. Cameron’s story in the official show tells the tale of a boy who literally and metaphorically gets out of his bubble and learns more about the outside world and how to accept and live in it. This Cameron instead is FAR from sheltered though still retains the Og’s curious, analytical, and socially inept nature. Also, instead of being a nerd, they’re more of a geek!

#camp tv reloaded #td brick #td mary (camp tv) #td staci #td mike #td scott #td cameron

[venusararara]

How would one aquire a demon and is it possible for them to be in a long lasting relationship? 👉 👈 - Yandear

okay this answer is long bc i love infodumping uwu <3 i highlighted the answers for people who are in a rush haha

hi hon!! Okay so for the most part, you just have to be willing to love them. They're fucked in the head and capable of great violence, so you should also be careful around them and be very patient. They will injure you, likely on accident, just a hug will leave you bruised. You also have to be nice to them, unless you want one who's really messed up and will probably maul you. Those demons have lost a lot of loved ones, and become terribly desperate. The more the loved ones a demon loses, the more unstable and unpredictable they are. That's always MILF and DILF demons though, every demon gets like that when they're older unless they have relations with other demons, like their parents and whatnot. Demons who are like that will let you do literally anything to them as long as you promise to stay though, so it really depends what you want >:)

If you were trying specifically to acquire Gatherine, you have to be generally non-threatening and helpless. She grows enamored with creatures who need to be protected, which is why she only surrounds herself with them. Bad idea, it only sets her up for heartbreak, but she can't help it. She'd be the one at the animal shelter who adopts the sick animals.

For the second, female demons have horrifyingly high sex drives, so they usually have a lover and a few creatures around they can bury themselves in. They'd end up fatally injuring whoever was unlucky enough to have a monogamous demon partner, they'd likely die from internal bleeding. A monster COULD survive having a mono demon partner, but they'd be worse for wear. It's a full-time job as a breathing fleshlight. Mortals and angels are way too fragile and squishy to survive that much of a beating, so most demons need to have someone else to take it out on. HOWEVER, they can be extremely committed. They'll stay with their beloved partner for the rest of it's life. Gatherine is fully in love and committed to her girlfriend, but often uses Benny, Sal, Stacy, MC, etc. to satiate her craving. Bresklyn can definitely take a beating, though. Demons are nearly irreparable if they lose someone they've been with for more than 50 years. Male demons, their smaller counterparts, have barely any sex drive. They're more shy than demons like Gatherine, and are often more like Benny. They're more like a sopping wet cat than anything, you might feel a little TOO bad for them. They can't breed with their own species haha, they'll perish. So, they're the most committed and will never, ever leave your side. Male demons are monogamous and will spend the rest of eternity curled up next to your headstone/urn, they won't be able to exist without their first love if they were with them for more than a year. So, long-term relationships with demons are possible, in two very different ways.

#so sorry demons are sex machines #its one thing they were made for #next to protecting mortals and stuff theyre sex toys #vemusgatherine ☆ #venusmocs #they were meant to be incubated alongside a mortals conception so they could have a lifelong bodyguard but that didnt work out #bc. theyre violent (accidental)

[foldable-mattress]

Look, you know I have to ask about Leon for the ask game; give me your spicy takes

Oh boy, pressure is on here.

Favorite thing: I would say his execution since it's my favorite, but that feels a little mean. I really love how a good chunk of his character is not liking the Ultimate he was given. I think it's a really nice contrast with the rest of his classmates who either love their talent and are super good at it or flat out don't think they deserve to be an Ultimate. Meanwhile, he's good at baseball, and he knows it. He just wants to do something more.

Least favorite thing: I wish there was more done with him. Like he only gets three free times, and iirc two of them talk about how he wants a girl or whatever. Even if they still killed him early, they could've at least made his free times more meaningful than "Hey, baseball might not be too bad after all" (This is just from what I remember, I am so sorry if I'm thinking about it wrong).

Favorite line: Hmm, I can't think of any good lines off the top of my head (he has like 5 voice lines in a row saying stupid lolol), but looking at the Wiki I think I'll go with "None of you are any different, I was just unlucky is all." So much is shown of the trial just in that voice line.

BrOTP: Him and Mondo being besties before the killing game make me so happy, I wish they interacted more in the actual game. Him being besties with all the jocks and music gals just make me happy. Especially Ibuki, they would get along great

OTP: I blame you for throwing me on the Bubblegum Rock (Leon, Kaz, and Kaito) train.

NOTP: This one is a bit difficult since I haven't seen many ships in general with him. I used to not like him and Sayaka as a ship, but I'm warming up to it (I refuse to be obvious and say Junko or something like that).

Random headcanon: I like to think that he actually learned how to play bass in his free time in hopes that it would overshadow his baseball performance. Because of this, I think he has gotten rather good at it.

Unpopular opinion: I haven't seen any popular opinions about him that I dislike tbh so I'm gonna pass on this one.

Song I associate with them: I could be funny and say All Star or Stacy's Mom but I think Ain't It Fun by Paramore and Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects are good ones.

Favorite image: I will not be giving context

#danganronpa #leon kuwata #ask game #I hope you are satisfied with this #I'm sorry if you're not #I was nice thinking of a character I don't think of often though

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

The Dove to the Vampire: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: panic attack, Swearing, Mates, Dysfunctionality.

Words count: 3255.

Summary: Rosalie believes through the centuries her forever was Emmett only to finds out Forks has other plans. Throughout her Vampire life she had no doubt about it. Stacy has lived her Reservation High School experience to the fullest knowing that despite having beta blood running through her very veins – there is no wolf in her very future. Starting new year in forks high of all places thanks to her sister.

A/N: Do note, I am sorry for taking so long but my first language isn’t English, so I had to make sure everything made perfect sense or something similar to it.

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One day, Stacy wakes up to the reality no sister in the room parallel to her anymore not her obnoxious singing to whatever plays in her Spotify playlist. Houston loved to recommend songs as soon as Stacy stepped out of her room saying how good they were and such it was our little play every single Monday. She would usually plead that would be the day you would see reason and see her songs taste was as she loved to say, “Impeccable”. Stacy softly whispers to herself.

Stacy clenches her hands on her sheets a breath she takes deeply wishing to cry her pain away from every corner in her body. Her body laid rigid letting the minutes go by the clock hoping in some deep corner in her brain that her mother is no longer at home.

She wouldn’t be that unlucky right? Not twice in a row? Stacy legs move over the bed as slow as she could possibly do; what she didn’t have in luck she had in professional sneaks if that’s even a word.

Stacy puts her palm down on the bed to move herself forward ever so slightly to the edge of the bed and steadily taking a breath only when extremely necessary.

Every time of every day in the past 4 years has Stacy train herself little by little. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that she could train herself to trick the wolves outside her home.

“I still believe this is a mistake.”

Stacy abruptly stops her feet from touching the cold floor this Saturday morning setting her presence known to her mother. The voice is recognizable as that Stacy blue eyes shift to the door. Her handle turns softly not to disturb her sleep a soft sigh escapes Lucy, “Don’t mom me, Houston. You want Stacy to go to Forks High? I have no jurisdiction there.” Lucy raises her voice takes a deep breath her heels tick on the hard wood floors. Stacy takes a deep breath a thought in her brain repeats so vividly she believes she spoke it.

‘Time it right’.

‘Time it right’.

‘Time it right’.

Stacy holds her breath once more her eyes shift from her reflection in her full body mirror by the door and the door itself. The only thing stopping her mom is the thought she is sleeping. Lucy lowers her tone after Houston seem to stop talking in the other end.

 “You don’t see the problem here, do you? Stacy hates the Cullens. Forks High School has more Vampires than Humans at this point; you want to send Stacy over there? Human Stacy?”. Stacy rolls her eyes at her own mother for ignoring the fact she is a witch. Lucy laughs at something that Stacy could care less.

“A witch? Houston don’t feed Stacy dreams. She has no wolf let alone inheritance of your father”. Lucy spits vile toxic like the mention of my father offends her and I having any connection to him near her is toxic.

Stacy holds down the lump forming in her throat to revolt let her sharp words wound Lucy so deeply no amount of healing could fix her up.

“I am her mother, I am sure I would have notice if my daughter showed signs of being a witch, Houston”. Lucy stops midway more steps she takes. A sigh escapes her lips, “I have you know! I have Stacy watch 24/7 to keep her safe”.

Stacy has been dealing those fateful 4 years ago, she thought that would be the worst she had encounter, her mom unjustifiably punishing her own daughter for no reason.

The strings of her heart shatter every time no matter what no matter when no matter who says it, she just have to paint a perfect smile on her lips and play that everything is perfect. Hell. No, hell doesn’t compare to the realization that her family is no more. Her family is broken beyond believe and there is nothing she can do to stop that.

Over time, the necessity to breath disappears, tears don’t feel like tears anymore, there is nothing that could even come close to hearing her mom proudly deny Stacy origins.

Nothing compares to a 14th year old girl finding out that one of the strongest werewolf blood runs through her veins despite your wishes; you aren’t granted that gift given to all your previous predecessors that came before you. Something that everyone around you said you’ll surely get so much you believed them even though you showed no signs of such gift.

Once I reach the reservation, their smiles aren’t a comfortable blanket. They are welcoming, but I have no idea if it’s because of my past or fear of my mother’s wrath.

Their lips smile weakly like shattering glass at every point; however, their eyes falter around like searching for an escape goat. It’s always the same. Forks makes it a little better over there I don’t exist to anyone whatsoever. I am a ghost blending in the shadows of every corner, a renegade with a mission to cease to exist.

Another raspy breath this time not being as quiet as before her heart rings in her ears beating even more faster than before like air felt as a distance cousin not able to reach her lungs. Thoughts nonexistent.

Stacy tries to call for help, but no words escape her lips. Stacy eyes wander around to her full-length mirror then her cabinets, her hands shake not sure when they started to shake, Stacy glance down placing her other hand to hold onto it to make it stop. It couldn’t happen right now when you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“This is not what’s best for her!”, Lucy keeps screaming to the phone as her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stacy takes a weak breath trying her hardest to align herself pick up the pieces before her mom finds out she is awake.

It was futile.

Stacy takes deep breath after another breath louder than her previous attempt her lungs call her to give them at least any type of oxygen. She tries once more a set of coughs welcome her attempt. A knock on her door Stacy glances towards it. Stacy feels sweat drips from her forehead.

“Stacy? Are you okay?”. Lucy knocks again turning the handle to see if it’s open. Stacy tries to stand up only to crashed face first to the floor. Stacy hears in the background as Lucy’s feet contact the door, bringing the door down with enough force.

Stacy tries to breath for a new set of coughs to come forth that’s when Stacy finds herself getting picked up in warmth hands that feel like something she hasn’t had in a long time. Home. Blue eyes crash with her mother’s staring down at Stacy as she is picked up bridal style wasting no time to rush out of the room.

                                                               -x-

Stacy opens her mouth to say at least anything as Lucy feet reach the outside every werewolf around the house rushes to get in the cars; however, Lucy runs in the opposite direction of the town reaching her hand to move Stacy closer to her body to give her enough warmth trying to help.

“It’s okay Stacy. I know somebody”. Lucy whispers into Stacy ears as she rushes at a speed Stacy sees colors instead of houses or cars. Lucy stops frantically searching a breath she takes her ears pick onto her target, “Edward. Don’t think I didn’t saw you”. Carlisle softly speaks a chuckle between words.

Lucy moves forwards finding herself on the second floor of the Cullens household. Every Vampire and Werewolf around turned to their intruder in completely shock. Her brown eyes lock with golden eyes as she opens her hands holding a shaking and sweating Stacy, “My daughter is having a panic attack… please. I didn’t know who else to turn too”.  

“How the fuck did you made it up here?”, A black hair and brown eyes boy stood up as if offended he didn’t realized Lucy enter the room. A smirk paints in her lips dying soon after at Stacy state. Carlisle speeds to Lucy picking Stacy from her arms, “Alice helped me. Esme get everyone else out”.

A pixie like woman speeds out and back into the room while a blonde one stood up her golden eyes stare at Stacy intently like the air escape her lungs the minute we got in here. Lucy raised an eyebrow at her then glances back at Stacy.

“I am not leaving her alone,” Lucy follows Carlisle pushing hair from her face. Stacy continues to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes drift around the room Lucy hopes is to not register where she is, Stacy would kill Lucy, Lucy knows Stacy dislike of the Cullens.

Stacy eyes land on Carlisle her heart rings on his ears he gives her a soft smile.

“My name is Carlisle. Everything is okay; Stacy nod your head if you can understand me”. Stacy nods her head twice.

Alice speed to Rosalie extending her hand up, “Emmett. Don’t”.

“That’s good. You are doing a wonderful job”, Carlisle smiles placing Stacy on the kitchen counter only letting her go when he was sure she was seating, “We are going to play a game”.

Lucy glances back at the blonde woman with a name. Rosalie gets her hands out of another vampire whose hands were guiding her out the room. Rosalie walks back into the room slowly her golden eyes staring at Stacy. She walks inching closer but stops a breath she takes in. Lucy glances back to Stacy eyes locking with this vampire.

“Lucy,” Carlisle checks places a hand on Stacy chest her heart has normalize.

“An Angel”. Stacy calls out.

“A Dove”. Rosalie calls back a smile forms on her lips.

Carlisle turns his head around extending one hand up to stop Rosalie. He calls out to her, but all Rosalie could see is Stacy. Lucy looks between her daughter and Rosalie eyes lock like the world around them disappear. A growl escapes her lips as realization hit her mind like a truck hitting her hard. Carlisle stares at Lucy ready to kill Rosalie then back at Stacy eyes entangle with Rosalie’s.

“Rosalie. Don’t attack,” Carlisle tries to stop an incident for forming. Lucy takes a step forward.

“I will never hurt her,” Rosalie blurts clear as water from her porcelain lips a smile plaster on her lips keeping her eyes interlock with Stacy. Rosalie speed past Carlisle; Lucy launches forward to rip the Vampire away from her daughter.

Carlisle brought Lucy into an embrace stopping her from moving forward. Both move around to Rosalie moving two fingers forward using them close enough to seem walk on Stacy palms, “It’s supposed to distract you, is it working?”. Rosalie inches closer to Stacy.

“Well…”. Stacy whispers gulping saliva keeping her eyes on Rosalie golden eyes a blush covering her cheeks.

“What was I supposed to forget?”. Stacy asks gulping once more a breath she takes pushing some hair off her face.

“It looks like nothing.” Rosalie whispers inching forward to Stacy. A growl in the background from Lucy not liking this outcome one bit.

“Take your hands away from my daughter!!”, Lucy growls screaming at the top of her lungs, Carlisle holds his arms around her form. His eyes move back to Rosalie playing with Stacy who shrinks at Lucy’s words.

Rosalie stops the smile on her lips died instantly catching how Stacy shrank in size. Stacy’s blue eyes drift from Rosalie’s golden ones to her mother; Stacy looks back at Rosalie in a bit of concern whispers, “It’s okay. I have dealt with worst”.

“No”. Stacy looks back up at Lucy like something inside her just click for the first time in 4 years. She feels slightly brighter like the sun finally broke through the dark clouds in her life allowing her to breath what life had to offer and finding Rosalie sure as hell was not it. Not one bit, but despite how bad it looks for a family gathering how karma and destiny are laughing at Stacy’s parents right now, aren’t they?

Stacy couldn’t help to break out in a fit of laughter at the whole thing. Her dad hates Vampires with a passion, and Lucy is a werewolf that has the set rule that vampires are literally the devil.

Everyone stares at Stacy as if she had grown two oversize heads or had a concussion. Carlisle clears his throat about to say something to clear the confusion; however, Stacy beats him to it clearing her throat.

“Mom. Let’s not start this conversation now.” Stacy pushes hair out of her eyes back behind her ears. Her eyes never leaving Rosalie that seem to have calm once more not the daggers she sends Lucy two seconds ago, “When we get back home you cry to me how bad this looks or whatever not like you have taken everything else already”.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady”. Lucy eyes glow yellow like the verge of her humanity was question at this very moment in time. Carlisle turns in a flash stood in front of Lucy discussing with her without a word said his golden eyes keeping contact with her wolfish ones.

Rosalie closes her eyes taking a deep breath inching ever so closely to Stacy, her lips wide charming smile. Stacy looks at her like the world could have turn upside down and she wouldn’t have cared in the standing ovation that in reality without Stacy alternative motive Rosalie had made a vacation spot in her heart.

“Let’s leave them be for now”. Carlisle tries to stop Lucy growing discomfort racing thoughts in her little brain as her eyes dance from her daughter and Rosalie still though kind of alive light around Stacy. Carlisle brings Lucy’s eyes back to him like clockwork Lucy pushes past Carlisle trying to reach for Stacy.

It little, but it was enough. The intent alone Rosalie turn putting one arm over Stacy front the other to slap Lucy’s hand away just slightly as a way to say no, “I don’t think so”. Rosalie starts her golden eyes shine with the light in the room. A short but seemingly annoying smile paint on her lips less charming that her genuine one, Stacy thought. She ponders on how Rosalie genuine smile could light the room if she ever got to see it.

“Stacy expressed her mind just a second ago. Did you not heard her, or did you prefer not too?”. Rosalie asks not leaving much to Lucy to respond as she continues, “Are you the type of parent that does her way or the highway? If that’s the case let me make it heavenly clear to you. You can walk off and leave if so you wish, but Stacy isn’t leaving this house or my side or anywhere with you for that matter”.

Lucy growls shake the whole house and Stacy in it. Stacy glances up at Rosalie finding her nails ever slightly more interesting than Lucy who starts shaking at the apparent thought just clicking in her brain. Stacy stood frozen it has been a while 4 years to be exact since somebody had gone to step up for her like that to her own mother. The woman that in her mind couldn’t careless about well if she is a witch or not.

Rosalie looks up acknowledging Lucy glares.

“I am not a threat. I would never harm her”. Rosalie repeats the words she said not long ago. Stacy looks at her then her mother not sure why Rosalie keeps repeating that.

Stacy reaches out her hands to hold onto Rosalie’s cream sleeve blouse. The color did look good on her skin not much of a contrast for her pale skin; however, it looks good on her.

“It’s okay, angel”. Stacy blurts the nickname she believes fits perfect for Rosalie that really seems like the word if she stands still only needs to sprout out wings to fly off into the sunset, “Lucy will not harm me. She just wants to make sure I am okay after all I did just have a panic attack”. Stacy whispers each word softly taking breath in between them. Lucy glances down at her own flesh and blood, a nod she gave out to put truth to her daughter words.

Rosalie glances between them. Her danger level sky high willing to launch at the mom; however, she gulps anything she had inside her mind. She turns back to Stacy enjoy the idea of being next to her for however long they had, “Tell me, dove?”. Rosalie starts locking her golden eyes with Stacy. Her hands lock on the side of Stacy stomach pulling her up and down the counter with ease like Stacy weight absolutely nothing.

“Hey! I am heavy!”, Stacy protest that went unheard by Rosalie placing Stacy on the floor only letting go when Rosalie was sure Stacy could stand despite that Rosalie stood so close to her Lucy glares didn’t cease one bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Rosalie plays with golden locks from Stacy head waiting for the definitive answer.

“huh... Pink. Why?”. Stacy ponders confused of that question alone. She had though the first question a vampire had ask was something else entirely not her color preference.

“To get to know you better”. It was her response as she takes Stacy hands within hers leaving a soft kiss on them. Rosalie looks back at Lucy a glare of her own covering her golden eyes, “You need to get used to seeing me a lot more than now”.

“Rosalie. It’s time”. Alice clears her throat to the relief of Lucy hearing those words. Alice and Rosalie were out the room. Lucy grabs Stacy by the arm dragging her out the room with Carlisle behind trying to talk to Lucy who didn’t listen one bit. Stacy heard a couple of slipped words from them both speaking at a speed she had no idea her mom could even mutter words.

“This is the last tim-”. Lucy pushes the car door open dropping Stacy in it then shutting it. Carlisle appears in front of her soon after, “You know as well as I that separating them will set”.

Lucy opens the driver door then closes it again.

“My daughter is 17, Carlisle. 17. No. I am a mother first”. Lucy blurts out in shouts waving her hands in the air. Stacy rolls her car inside the car not sure what is going on but feels it has something to do with Rosalie. The anger that makes her feel she can pull up a cream blouse and not look like a total dead animal in it.

“We can figure this out just frequent visits”, Carlisle suggested his eyes fall to Stacy then back to Lucy whose thinks hard on such a decision. She looks to the trees then back at Carlisle, “Fine. Supervised visits. I will be present”.

“Of course”, Carlisle whispers gulping the lump in his throat. Lucy smiles satisfied at his answers opening the driver door to enter. Stacy asks what’s going on, but Lucy doesn’t answer what so ever. The werewolf around enters different cars driving after Lucy’s cars. Carlisle watching them leave down the streets a sigh escape his lips knowing this is another way karma is setting the wheels of destiny in motion. 

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Past Abduction

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Innocent part 5

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A/N - I am back with another chapter. If you want to asthetics you can listen to Lovely by Billie Elish and DJ Khalid.

Warning- kidnapping, a little bit of angst.

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All good things must come to an end. And for Y/N, who was living her dream life for the past few days, it was hard for her to let her dream over. She has rekindled her friendship with Stacy, her and Tom’s love for each other was growing more day by day. Y/N even shifted to Tom’s room now. 

“Tom everyone is waiting for you in the living room.” Tom looked up from the file he was analyzing to see you standing at the door. He closed the file he was reading as you walked near him. His eyes were full of love, you always saw love in them but today his eyes not only had love but pity and worry in them.

“Can you tell the boys to come here, please darling.” he always requested you never commanded.You nodded and left his office closing the door behind you. Few minutes later a knock came on the door, Harrison, Harry and Sam entered the office. “Are you ok Tom?” His whole body was tense. 

“Do I look fine to you?” He snapped at Harrison. “Hey, Hey, Hey, What is it?” Everybody in the was now aware that the situation was not good enough to say anything to Tom without his permission. 

Tom pinched the bridge between his eyes and passed the file he was reading to Harrison. “What do you think it is?” Harrison carefully looked through the file. “This file is from our rival mob.” Tom only nodded. “Open it.” He commanded.

Harrison slowly opened the file, he was visibly scared of Tom. Even his brothers were scared of him. Tom can go from sweet and caring to scaring.

“It is about the children they have abducted for the past twenty years.” Harrison said and Tom gave him another nod. “Thank you Harrison.” he said, taking the file back.

Tom motioned everyone to sit. “I got this file from an insider. It has every single information about the children they have abducted. And this one girl has caught my attention. Can you please read the report on her for me Harry?” Harry nodded, taking the file from his brother opening, who had opened the page he wanted him to read.

There was a small passport size photo of a toddler with her mother and the name of the child was written in the centre in bold letters. 

                            Y/N L/N

Day 1: Small girl in the park. She is maybe two or three years old. Comes to the park daily with a woman I have identified as her mother. 

Day 2: She is obedient, doesn’t ask many questions and isn’t annoying like other children of her age.

Day 3: I have followed them to their house. The mother doesn’t suspect a thing.

Day 4: We have successfully taken her.  The mother was being a problem though.

The FIR her father had filed against us: Y/N L/N two and half year old child was kidnapped on her way home with her mother. According to the eye witness the kidnappers threw Y/M/N L/N from the moving car. She is in the hospital. The car didn’t have any number plate.  Continues....

Day 20: Her parents are not giving up on her.

Day 35: Her parents won’t bother us anymore. Even the police are annoyed by them.

Everybody looked at Tom. “That means she is not an orphan. We can reunite them right?” Sam spoke up. “Yes we can but I have no idea on how to tell her?” Tom sighed. “I may know a way.” Harrison said.

*

“What?” Stacy said a little louder. “Shh, can you keep it down, I've got a headache here.” Tom said angrily. “Why can’t you talk nicely to me.” Stacy said with a frown on her face. “I don’t talk nicely to anyone unless you are my family or very close friend.” Tom said with a fake frown.

Tom started to walk away from the couple’s bickering to the office door. He opened the door to come with face to face with you standing with tears in your eyes.

“Don’t mind him Stacy, right now I want you to talk to Y/N about this.” Harrison said and Stacy scowled at him. “You think it is that easy, just go to her and say.Hey Y/N your parents are alive and you were kidnapped as a toddler.” “Yes!” Stacy gave Harrison an ‘Are you serious’ look.

* 

Tom crouched in front of you, this even surprised him since he has never done this for anyone except Paddy of course. 

You were bored and you were kinda suspicious on why everybody is going into Tom's office. But you knew better not to interrupt them. Now you were sitting alone in the living room, waiting for anyone to show up, when nobody did, you got up and decided to go to your room. 

Unlucky you have to pass Tom’s office on the way. You heard voices come from it. “What?” you heard Stacy say. “Shh, can you keep it down, I've got a headache here.”  you heard Tom say next. “Why can’t you talk nicely to me.”  you heard Stacy again. Looks like they were arguing. “I don’t talk nicely to anyone unless you are my family or very close friend.” But he was nice to you. 

Maybe he considered you as family. You were smiling like an idiot on the thought. But your smile faltered as heard her next words. “You think it is that easy, just go to her and say.Hey Y/N your parents are alive and you were kidnapped as a toddler.” 

A wave of emotions hit you. Many questions arose in your mind. Tears started to spill from eyes and you didn't even realise that Tom had opened the door and was now standing in front of you.

“Are they alive?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. Tom came near you but to his fear you backed away from him. Tom was visibly hurt by your action but let it go. 

“Y/N..” “Why didn’t you tell me.” You asked quietly. “We wanted to tell you but didn’t know how?” Tom tried to control his anger. There was no reason to be mad at you. You were the one having an identity crisis.

“But I know now right.” Tom only gave you a nod before turning around and motioned everyone to leave you two alone. Tom gently grabbed your hand and guided you to sit on HIS chair. Harry raised his eyebrows at him before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

*

Tom explained everything to you and showed you the file. It was much easier than he thought it would be. You understood everything, crying to yourself quietly. Tom also rubbed your back. 

“Can we please go to them Tommy.” you asked him with your red, swollen eyes. Tom smiled and engulfed you in a tight hug. “Of course.” you hugged him even tighter. “Have you eaten anything yet?” Tom enquired, you mumbled no. “So, shall I bring anything for you. Just wait here and don’t touch anything.” Tom smiled as you rolled your eyes.

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Tom opened the door to find literally everybody eavesdropping you both. “So Tommy, huh?” Harry smirked. “Shut up before I punch you in your perfect teeth.” Tom warned, returning back into his mobster demour. 

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If you're still taking prompts maybe college Peter who has a newborn (up to you how that happened) no one but his close friends know about and one day he has to take him to class for some reason and the baby won't stop crying and Flash is being a dick and people are getting annoyed but professor Tony just asks if he can hold him for him and does so for the rest of the lecture and the baby chills out (an extra if you're into more peter whump maybe he's very much struggling to deal on his own?)

do the thing - send in all the prompts. 

I really liked this one - I saw the original video of this idea and it was real heart warming. 

warnings: underage drinking, minor character death

word count: ~3k

Peter never imagined a singular night of stupidity would change his life forever. Right before winter break of his senior year, Peter had the sudden epiphany that girls were not for him. He and Ned were looking at a The Rise of Skywalker magazine – a typical Saturday night for the two of them. Ned went on and on about how hot Daisy Ridley was, how her badass temperament made her even sexier – but Peter couldn’t take his eyes off the shots of Ben Skywalker. It wasn’t until Ned shoved his shoulder into his side that Peter noticed his own radio silence.

Though he pretended to shake it off for Ned’s sake, his mind kept playing on that fact over and over again. A part of him always wondered why he never got that excited about the dirty magazines the guys would pass around the locker room – or why dates with girls never ended up working out quite right. Some of his best friends were girls that he thought might make the perfect girlfriend, when in fact, they were the perfect friend, instead. It didn’t bother him so much as surprise him – the thought never crossed his mind before, but now – it was the only thing he could think about.

When Ned brought up a party MJ mentioned at lunch earlier, Peter jumped on the chance – it seemed like the perfect place to test out his new theory. Maybe if he just gave himself a chance to like a girl – it would all work out. 

That was his first mistake. 

The next occurred when he let Ned put cup after cup of whatever he found on the drink table in his hand. The last time Peter attempted to drink, he passed out with his pants down in the middle of MJ’s bathroom – upon reflection, he hoped that would have kept him from repeating the same disastrous action.

It seemed he had not had enough punishment for his stupidity – only this time, the result was not incriminating pictures and laughed away stories.

Waking up the next morning, Peter groaned as the world spun around him when he sat up. Blurry eyes took in the room around him and immediately felt panic. The soft violet on the walls was not the normal drab white of Ned’s bedroom, and the comforter pulled over his hips was certainly not the Batman one that his best friend kept spread across his bed. And the person next to him most certain was not Ned. In fact, he couldn’t even remember who the hell it actually was.

He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, his head still spinning slightly. His naked body clued him in on what exactly went down last night, though no memories of it were able to surface. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand the whirlwind of clothes on the floor and the odd soreness in the small of his back to understand what took place. Stepping into his clothes, Peter pulled out the little notebook he kept in his jeans pocket and tore out a page – his half-drunk brain barely able to translate a legible note.

In leaving his number, he never assumed the girl would actually get back to him. He couldn’t even remember her name – he still didn’t recall what happened that night. That’s why it was a total shock when she called, her voice a little shaky as she read his own note to him – each word one he remembered putting down on the paper. He clenched his jaw a little and stayed on the phone, the girl he now knew as Stacy had something to tell him. And man did he regret not hanging up the damn phone.

All of his plans to leave and head to MIT were put on hold the second he found out he was going to be a father. He felt May’s heart break across the room later that night when he told her the news. She wanted him to get out of here and do bigger and better things just as much as Peter did – probably even more so, if he thought a little bit about it. 

The hug she gave him felt a little bittersweet. They cried together and then stood back up and made a plan. There were a lot of things that needed to happen before a new little person could take up residence in their small apartment.

It turned out that Stacy was a couple of years older than him and trying to navigate her way through NYU classes. She was a nice person and wouldn’t be too bad of a person to raise a child with. Peter told her up front that their time together was a mistake – that even after finding out about their soon-to-be son, he still didn’t think there’d be a chance for them. 

It felt good to jump that hurdle before things got too complicated when the kid did actually come around. She seemed perfectly happy to share the parenting duties – it didn’t hurt that she fit in pretty nicely with May, either; the girls were always whispering about this thing or that whenever he and Stacy got together to go to appointments.

Seeing his baby’s face on the monitor every time they went in for a check up kept things in perspective for him. When May had to check him out of classes to make appointments, his stomach rolled a little – there were so many opportunities he was missing, and the kid wasn’t even there yet. 

The heartbeat and promise of little hands that would wrap around his made it all worth it, though. He never thought about being a dad, there wasn’t time in a 17-year-old’s life for that. With it now on his doorstep, Peter’s brain wouldn’t shut down and think about anything else.

There was so much anxiety built up around whether he could be a good dad with very little resources and a singular aunt that would support him through anything, but had a life of her own to live, too. His deferment of his MIT acceptance chipped at the resolve he tried to build each day the arrival of his son got more and more near. Peter let himself be happy with the fact that he could still go to college at all. NYU was better than nothing.

When Atlas came around, it was with a mixture of joy and sadness. Right after holding him for the first time, Stacy simply dropped back against the hospital bed, her eyes shutting uselessly. Peter looked around with the newborn baby still in his arms, the beeping of machines and rush of people in the room making the boy wail – the stimulus almost too much for Peter himself. It never occurred to him that one moment would be the last time he or Atlas saw her. In one fell swoop, Peter became a father and sole provider to the tiniest human he’d ever seen.

The transition wasn’t very easy, either. There weren’t romantic feelings between him and Stacy, but she was the mother to his child, the person he’d come to know pretty well over the past 9 months. An aneurism seemed silly in a 19-year-old girl – yet, it took her all the same. One of Atlas’s first days outside of the hospital was spent in the small cemetery her estranged uncle picked to bury her in. He declined Peter’s invitation to hold Atlas and got in his car the second the ceremony was over.

Just like that, Peter had a three-day-old and the impending start of college classes. He assumed sometime in the near future he needed to get a job, too – but he could only handle a couple of big things at a time. Getting the baby settled and into a routine seemed like the most important thing, so he focused on that. May helped the first couple of days – her chill nature a little frayed now that a screaming child kept them both awake at night.

Atlas was just shy of a week old when Peter started classes at NYU. 3 of the 4 he signed up to take were cookie cutter prerequisites and general education classes. The pick of the loot as a freshman was not very rich. He did manage to snag a Biophysics class, though – his AP credit getting him something a least.

The professor was a gorgeous man with a neat goatee and the softest eyes. He spoke with authority and the distinctness that came from being extremely knowledgeable about the thing he talked about frequently. Peter spent a lot of his time in Professor Tony’s class alternating between drooling over how stunning he was and daydreaming about how much fun they could have together – if the older man would appreciate being called daddy the same way Peter wanted so much to say it.

The most standout piece of Mr. Stark came from the kindness he treated all of his students with. Peter absentmindedly forgot to turn in the week’s homework and wrote an embarrassingly long and blathering message about this and that as an excuse – and if he could please, for the love of god, turn the damn thing in. Tony’s response was swift and gentle, the man allowing him a couple more days to get it in without deducting any points. When it happened again the second week, he pushed the deadline back for Peter and the rest of the class. In all the unluckiness, Peter was surprised to find such a caring person in the most unlikely of places.

The next week, Peter was shaken awake by May, a distraught look on her face. “I know that you have class today, but I can’t keep the baby. I got called into work. I’m sorry, Pete,” May said softly, her eyes trying to stay soft, to stay under control the same way she’d always been. Blinking, Peter sat up a little – the sleep clung to him tightly, the crustiness in the corner of his eye making it hard to keep his eyes open. Atlas still wasn’t sleeping very well and there’d been many hours of rocking the night before.

“Okay. I got him. Thanks, May,” Peter replied blearily, his hand moving up to brush at his eyes. It took another minute or two to come around, then Peter was out of bed and moving into the kitchen – his body putting together a bottle and some things into a bag on autopilot. 

He could probably change the baby’s diaper with his eyes closed now, too. Taking care of Atlas was all he’d done for weeks now, his classes the only thing that gave him sanctuary. Now, he didn’t even get to have that. Blowing out a breath, Peter got into the shower and got clean before Atlas was up and crankily crying out for him.

The idea of staying home didn’t hit him until about ten minutes into class when Atlas would not stop crying. The decision to take him came when he noticed that they were just a couple class periods away from the exam – he wasn’t sure how Tony tested and didn’t want to miss anything. 

Atlas didn’t make a peep their entire walk over and when he sat down, he figured that trend would continue. After twenty minutes of it and Flash Thompson turning around three times to tell him to shut his kid up, Peter started to get out of his seat. It’d been a stupid idea in the first place.

All of the sudden, Professor Stark was in his row, his hands out in front of him. “I’ll take him. Do you have a bottle? I can feed him and talk at the same time,” Tony said, his face split with a soft grin. The man stepped a little closer and crouched down, his fingers wiggling in front of Atlas’s face. “What’s his name, Pete?”

Not knowing what else to do and suddenly so very grateful for the man, Peter turned the boy’s carrier and happily handed Tony his son – the older man cradled him carefully and stood up. He looked good with a baby in his arms. Peter reached out to give him a bottle and their fingers touched – a delicate zing that Peter couldn’t ever remember feeling before shot up his arm and settled in his chest. “Come talk to me later.” He flashed Peter a smile and started back down the stairs to the front of the lecture hall.

He tried to pay attention, he really did – but it was hard to focus when Tony was holding Atlas so delicately and swaying back and forth to mock a rocking motion. True to his word, the man continued to lecture – the normal talking with his hands transferred to his face, instead. His eyebrows hiked up his forehead and quirked to run a severe line between them while he spoke – the entire experience of it a little bit overwhelming. 

Atlas finished the bottle a little bit into the more intense parts of the lecture – Tony simply put him against his chest and started to burp him while he described the math problem they were currently looking at on the projector.

The whole thing was too much and not nearly enough all at one time. It felt like a tease, seeing just how good the gorgeous man could be with someone so precious to him. The part of Peter that yearned for help like that made him want to cry – his eyes watering a few times throughout the rest of the lecture. 

Flash looked back once when Peter was wiping at his eye and called him a pussy – the word not having nearly as much bite as it would have before Atlas came around. He was a father with a lot of shit on his plate – and far from the type of person that would run away from his problems.

For the rest of the lecture, Peter kept his eyes on the sleeping baby in Tony’s arms – of course he would be quiet for a complete stranger. Though, Peter understood the ability to be comfortable in the older man’s presence, he felt that way himself. Getting up when Tony dismissed everyone, Peter climbed down the stairs and put the carrier by his feet, a hesitant smile on his face. “Professor Stark, you have no idea how sorry I am,” Peter started, his words immediately cut off by Tony’s hand raising.

“Don’t apologize. You needed some help, so I gave it to you. Besides, Atlas and I are pals. He didn’t throw up on me,” Tony remarked, his eyes pinching at the corners as a stunning smile slipped across his face. “He can’t be too old. How are you coping with classes and a newborn?”

Without really knowing what was happening, Peter started to cry – the question making all of the thoughts he’d been holding back crash down over his head. He wasn’t coping – he did his best to survive and that was it. 

Peter loved the hell out of Atlas, but parenting was not for young people. There was a deeply engrained need to make sure other people did not make the same mistake he did – having a child was absolutely no fucking joke.

Peter felt an arm wrap around him, the smell of cedar wood and something he couldn’t quite place invading his senses. Atlas was still fast asleep in Tony’s arms – the baby’s feet pressing into him a little when the other pulled him close. There wasn’t enough energy in him to feel embarrassed – it felt good to be held, so he leaned into the comfort of Tony’s arms.

“It’s alright, Pete. Let me help you.” Tony muttered the words softly, his tone of voice just as much for Peter as it was for the small baby in his arms. “I can take care of the both of you.”

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                                    ➤   “If I were to warn you, what would I say...?”

C A P T A I N  C Y R I L  S T A C Y

Cyril is highly defensive, hard to hit, and extremely quick to punish anyone that gets in his melee range. Melee to mid-range is where he’s the most dangerous, because that puts his opponent both within bullwhip range, and grabbing range. In combat, Cyril’s motive is always to subdue his adversary, not to kill. His goal is to force them to surrender, and he will employ whatever nefarious and cruel tactics he must in order to manage this swiftly. He will grapple, choke, bruise, beat and break bones without hesitation if he has to.

His bullwhip is the weapon he’s the most proficient and dangerous with, as well as being the weapon with which he can inflict the most pain and fear. Typically his whip is used for crowd control - it is most often utilized to halt someone’s retreat. It’s common for people to attempt to flee, only to be tangled up in the coils and yanked back into Cyril’s range. It’s common for individuals to suffer dislocated joints or snapped limbs when this happens, to say nothing of the way the whip cuts into the skin upon latching onto them.

Once someone is stunned, entangled, or otherwise slowed enough for Cyril to get a firm grasp, he can use his right hand to shock them and effectively paralyze them long enough to shackle or bind them. In most encounters, once he’s shocked someone, unless there is outside intervention - the fight between those two is over.

U N T O U C H A B L E

While it’s no secret the Captain keeps his right eye covered, the reason as to why widely remains a mystery. Those oblivious to his name and reputation will typically assume he lost that eye somehow, or perhaps that he keeps it covered as some sailors prefer to do, to allow for better sight in the darkness below decks as well as to sharpen one’s aim. Few ask, as it’s of course terribly rude to pry into such things.

Those who do know of him will often insist the covered eye is magic, a source of power and the very thing that renders him “untouchable”. Rumors often circulate that this magic eye is also the source of the crackling lightning that sparks and manifests from his right hand, allowing him to knock people down for the count so easily once he merely gets a hold of them.

As if to deliberately reinforce the frankly wild belief and ridiculous rumors that he is invincible, Cyril outwardly bears no scars nor marks on his body.

[ bold for often  //  italicize for situational  //  strikethrough for never ]

commander /  duelist / “honorable” / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting /  stealthy  / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery / superhuman abilities /  has fought in an illegal tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting  / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks  / renowned for their skill / trained ( sword and shield ) /  untrained / keeps skills secret / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

╳   F L A W S

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔   S T R E N G T H S

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

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Full stat breakdown & continued Cyril related ramblings under the cut:

C O M B A T  M O D E :  C A P T A I N  C Y R I L  S T A C Y

★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  STRENGTH ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  OFFENSE ★★★★★★★★☆☆  —  DEFENSE ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  SPEED ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆  —  DURABILITY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  ACCURACY ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆  —  AGILITY ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  STAMINA ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  TEAMWORK ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  STEALTH ★★★★★★★★★☆  —  MELEE ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  BLADES ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  BLUNT ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  RANGED ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  MAGIC ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  TRAPS ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  —  MEDIC & ★★★★★★★★★★  —  BULLWHIP

G E N T L E  D I S C L A I M E R : Cyril is written more akin to a thriller genre villain, sometimes teetering over into horror depending on the situation - while still being set in high fantasy. I just realize he might be a bit much, perhaps too dark or violent, depending on your preferred entertainment genre / expectations, so please consider this a soft warning if that’s not something you enjoy!

O V E R V I E W   [ C O N T I N U E D ] :

When in a fight, Cyril typically will come across collected, poised and honestly rather cocky. Cyril is something of an expert at breaking people’s morale and shattering their confidence, and that kind of behavior on his part often starts the very moment he and an opponent, or potential opponent, meet. Cyril will insult, belittle, talk down to, and make a great display of pity towards his adversary - this usually includes offering them ample opportunities to surrender to him before things get bloody.

In the inevitability that someone refuses to surrender, he’ll then dare them to prove themselves to him, which he will equate to proving themselves worthy of autonomy. Cyril will demand their attention and effort, and rather playfully jeer at them the whole time, especially if they seem distracted in any way [ say, for example, if he’s holding their loved one(s) hostage ]. That, however, is typically only his behavior at a distance, or as the fight begins and the two are getting a feel for one another.

Once a fight picks up, and especially once Cyril’s genuinely in melee range - you can expect him to start pushing and forcing himself into his opponent’s personal space. Definitely a byproduct of his confidence, but also typically something he can get away with due to sheer size and strength. He’ll grab, grope, and try to get people into uncomfortable holds they can’t easily wriggle out of. Choke-holds are common, whether he’s wrapped his arm about their neck from behind, or simply clasped his hand about their throat. Getting up in someone’s space may also mean pinning them to the wall, or pinning them down on the ground - he’s skilled at grappling and comfortable with either. It’s also common, both as a way to disorient as well dishearten, for Cyril to slap an opponent if he sees an opening. Usually a slap in the face is paired with an insult - maybe they let their guard down, maybe their footwork is poor - whatever it may be, Cyril will capitalize on any chance to humiliate his opponent.

In addition to getting uncomfortably close, one can expect him to snarl, shout, curse, and even growl at his opponents. Words may still be exchanged, but instead of playful banter one might instead hear whispered threats or extremely dark insinuations and other foul comments. It starts to sound like he’s finished being playful, though that isn’t necessarily the case. After all, he usually treats people like playthings, and encounters are often a game played at his leisure. Cyril likes to scare people, and he likes to see their reactions. He also just so happens to be entirely too willing to make good on any threat he whispers.

At his worst, if an opponent refuses to go down, or say his temper is getting the better of him - Cyril’s restraint will falter and he’ll start being unnecessarily violent. His temper is notoriously fickle, so whether his reaction is appropriate for the encounter he lashes out in or not is hard to say. He has a history of beating people bloody - be it with his whip, his body, or both - until they pass out. Cyril has kicked and crushed people under his boot hard enough to shatter bones and crack ribs, as well as doubtless inflicting many a concussion slamming people against this or that structure. His temper boiling over to such a degree as to see such behavior is rare... but not as rare as it should be.

O U T   O F  C H A R A C T E R  N O T E S :

Cyril is written to be a powerful and ideally ( if I’m doing my job right ;; ) terrifying villain to go up against. He��s supposed to feel impossible to overpower, coupled with losing to him of course having massive & heavy repercussions - both for a hero / heroine and for that individual’s loved ones. I really wanted him to be scary and unforgivable.

While not invincible in any way, he would like to have others believe he is. Therefore, he invests no small amount of effort into selling that invincible image, with a generally rather high success rate. Rumors abound of an “untouchable” Captain Stacy, who boasts no scars and loses no duel. Which... it’s true he’s not yet lost a duel, but why that is can be written about another time.

I’ve written Cyril to intentionally be a villain that someone cannot simply overpower with brute force. Winning against Cyril is going to take strategy, forethought, and ultimately in some cases, stooping to his level or even flirting with a diplomatic relationship. He is a pirate, after all, pirates love to parley.

He’s generally meant to put a hero / heroine in a difficult position, where they’re forced to make decisions and do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do in order to defeat him, because again - simply overpowering him is not going to work. And at the same time, he cannot just be ignored or avoided, because his trade and his tendencies are too cruel and intrusive to cast a blind eye towards. Morally, he cannot be allowed to continue what he does, and someone has to put an end to it. I wanted to make him a villain that challenged heroes on a deeper level than just physical strength.

At least, all of that is what I hope for when I write him. Did I succeed? Who knows. 

Thank you for reading! 🌹

#cyril related ramblings #character meme: cyril #this got so long me @ me whY ARE YOU LIKE THIS #but also yes hello I wanted to greet some mutuals so I hope you don't mind the tags! #that and I genuinely did find this fun so hopefully some of you may as well \o/ #long post #sweats

[snowpeawritings]

Head canon for Weiss, 2b,ruby, Gwen Stacy, Zelda with they s/o under a mistletoe

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): None

| Weiss Schnee | RWBY |

Funny how the ice queen managed to get under the mistletoe with the warmest person in the room (I.E. you). It was an accident that she got pushed under the doorway while you were going out of the kitchen to deliver Ruby’s stacked as hell hot cocoa. Through Yang’s hollers and Ruby’s screeches, Weiss had trouble articulating that you don’t have to kiss her because those two egged you on. Nonetheless, you cupped her cheek and kissed her right on the lips, the sugar from the gingerbread cookies you ate before was on her lips as almost all of the residents of the house screamed.

| 2B | Nier Automata |

Inside an abandoned house in a rural area, a single mistletoe hung on an archway, seemingly survived the horrors of the outside world. While 2B had asked her Pod to examine the plant, you had to stand back to keep your processors from heating too much. You heard about the plant from gossiping Operators and you wanted to kiss 2B so badly. With newfound courage, you slipped under the mistletoe with 2B and pecked her cheek before running away. 2B blinked under her visor before her Pod chimed in to explain the plant. She discretely says to her Operator to find more mistletoes.

| Ruby Rose | RWBY |

You had to give it to Ruby for adding so much marshmallows to her hot cocoa to the point the marshmallows absorbed the drink, but you worry for the inevitable sugar rush that Ruby will have afterwards. While you were walking out of the kitchen, you felt the zip of her familiar Semblance before feeling her arms wrap around you. Her bright eyes found yours as she quickly pointed upwards. You barely had time to look up before she kissed your chin and zipped off again in a flurry of rose petals. The mistletoe that you were pretty sure was never there before swung gently as you chuckled at Ruby’s antics. That is until you realized the mug in your hand was gone.

| Gwen Stacy | Into the Spider-Verse |

It was her school’s Christmas party and while she loves the gingerbread cookies the cafeteria makes, she doesn’t like how almost all of the hallways are filled with mistletoe. Unfortunately, Spidey-Sense doesn’t account mistletoe as a threat so Gwen has to both look up while avoiding classmates that she might kiss. Call it lucky or unlucky, she bumped into you when you purposefully stood in her way as you spun her around. She let out a cry of indignation before she laughed and kissed your temple. Maybe the Christmas party wasn’t so bad.

| Princess Zelda | Super Smash Bros. Ultimate |

The Christmas holiday was something Hyrule never had but when the people who do celebrate it started putting up decorations, she wanted to help. She’s especially in love with the mistletoe that the girls were putting up on archways, wanting to see the chaos that will ensue when people walk under them. While she was holding the plant on her head, she turns to you and asks what do people do under the plant since Link cut Ken’s flirtatious explanation of it. You chuckled at her naivety before pecking her forehead and that people kiss under the mistletoe. Her red face was something that made your Christmas in the Smash Manor memorable.

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[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 15: A Clash Of Emotions

The arcade buzzed with excitement as Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, and (y/n) stepped into the vibrant world of flashing lights and cheerful music. Despite the allure of the arcade, Gwen couldn't shake the tinge of jealousy that simmered within her. She had met (y/n) before, but they hadn't been formally introduced, leaving Gwen feeling somewhat excluded from their growing friendship.

As they navigated through the arcade, Miles suggested they try out a variety of games, his infectious enthusiasm captivating both Gwen and (y/n). Gwen put on a brave face, determined to enjoy their time together, but the nagging feeling of jealousy persisted. She couldn't help but notice the easy camaraderie between Miles and (y/n), the way they laughed and shared inside jokes, as if they had known each other for years.

As the day progressed, Gwen's jealousy continued to grow, overshadowing her attempts to play nice. Every shared moment between Miles and (y/n) felt like a dagger to her heart, fueling her internal conflict. She grappled with her own emotions, unsure if what she felt for Miles was merely friendship or something deeper.

The turning point came when Miles and (y/n) stumbled upon a hip-hop dance machine. The pulsating beats and the synchronized movements of the avatars on the screen enticed them to give it a try. As they stepped onto the glowing panels, their bodies moved in harmony, their rhythmic dance mesmerizing the crowd that had gathered to watch.

With each step, each beat, Miles and (y/n) grew more in sync, their movements flowing seamlessly together. The arcade patrons couldn't help but be captivated by their performance, their energy and talent surpassing the previous high score. The crowd cheered, some even pulling out their phones to capture the moment on video.

As the routine neared its end, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Miles and (y/n) stood facing each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies close, as if connected by an invisible thread. It was a moment charged with both artistic expression and an undeniable connection.

Unable to bear witness to this intimate moment any longer, Gwen's emotions reached a breaking point. She couldn't deny the intense jealousy that coursed through her veins, nor the swirling confusion in her heart. It all collided in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

In an emotional fit, Gwen erupted, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration. She confronted her feelings head-on, not only questioning her own emotions but also questioning the friendship between her, Miles, and (y/n). The weight of her emotions spilled forth, the arcades buzzing with tension as she struggled to find clarity amidst the chaos.

Miles and (y/n) turned toward Gwen, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. They hadn't anticipated this eruption of emotions, unaware of the turmoil Gwen had been grappling with. The atmosphere grew heavy with the weight of unspoken words, the silence stretching between them.

As the moments ticked by, Gwen took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. She realized that her outburst had not only exposed her own vulnerabilities but had also cast a shadow over the friendship she treasured. In that instant, she made a choice—to confront her own emotions and navigate the complexities of her relationships with both Miles and (y/n).

In the midst of the arcade's bustling energy, Gwen, Miles, and (y/n) found themselves in an unexpected moment of introspection. The clash of emotions revealed the intricacies of their connections, forcing them to confront their own desires and uncertainties.

As the arcade continued to buzz around them, Gwen, Miles, and (y/n) stood together, their emotions raw and unfiltered. The path forward was uncertain, but in their shared vulnerability, they found a common ground—a willingness to explore their feelings, face their conflicts, and navigate the complexities of their relationships. And as they took their first steps toward understanding, the arcade carried on, an echo of their inner struggles amidst the joyful chaos of the games.

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[nachohypno]

Pine’s College Jocks 2 Ch. 3 - Nemesis

I woke up at the next morning, still entangled in the arms of a pair of jocks. One was my boyfriend Mike and the other was my friend-slave Gary.

Both were my slaves, actually. And thinking about that wasn’t helping my morning wood.

And as much as I would have liked to get up and take care of it, I couldn’t. “C’mon guys, I want to get up” I said out loud, trying to wake them up.

They both groaned, but moved away from me.

I got up from the bed and tidied my pajamas. No classes today, great. I would just enjoy a good breakfast, play some video games, I could plan out my next moves on the sports club matter (I liked having stuff planed before getting to action)

I checked out my phone as I went to the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

‘Seems like it’s going to be a nice and relaxing day for the jock master’ I thought.

I was sort of afraid after yesterday, too. I think I gave Leo an awful time together, and I’m sure I would see the consequences sooner or later.

He seemed like a very… explosive guy. The kind of guy you act friendly with at school, because you’re afraid he might ruin your life if you don’t. And you can say I’m actually used to that.

I heard a yawn as I prepared some coffee. A pair of hands grabbed my shoulders “Morning, bro” then kissed my cheek. I turned to him and returned the kiss. Nice way to start the morning.

Mike pulled back from the kiss. “Your guest is still at our bed” He said, with a bit of disgust at the ‘guest’ part. “You had to see me, I was like a ninja getting up without waking him up” He made the mimics of a few ninja movements before laughing at himself.

Coffee was ready. I served a pair of mugs and handed him one. He gave me another kiss and mumbled a “Thanks babe” then sat on the counter.

I gave a good, long sip to my coffee. I liked how it felt, drinking coffee at the morning. It was like I suddenly got a great zap of energy out of nowhere.

We stared at each other for a bit, as we enjoyed our quick breakfast. I was tempted to use my powers to have a bit of fun with sexy Mikey, but he had classes and I had things to do.

Mike had the same idea, apparently. Because he left his mug and walked behind me, grabbing my shoulders again. But, this time he started pressing a bit, like trying to do a massage. “Y’know, I could skip my classes if you want, bro…”

He gave me a little smooch on the cheek “Just say the magic words and I’ll stick around for as long as you want”

Convincing, but not a fan of skipping classes. “Well tried, but you know what I think about not going to classes”

“Yeah bro, gotta do as master Pine says” Gary said, with a bit of a mocking tone. He entered the kitchen, shirtless. I didn’t notice him before, and I could tell Mike didn’t notice him either.

“Thanks, bro” Mike said to him, in a very unfriendly tone “I didn’t realize how our lives work, bro. Even when I’ve been living with my boyfriend for so long now”

I wanted to giggle, felt good to hear that. But I didn’t want to start a fight between the pair. If things get aggressive, I’ll just calm them down myself.

Benefits of being able to control their minds.

And things were just as I expected them to go after Mike said that.

“What?” Gary said, frowning at his ex-teammate “You going aggro on me, bro?”

Mike walked around me and towards Gary while clenching his fists, as the latter did the same thing as he walked towards Mike. Both guys seemed pretty pissed, might as well step now.

“Enough!” I said. Both guys looked at me. Great, I had their attention. “I don’t care about your little feud, but you both have stuff to do. Now,” and putting some power on my voice, I started “Mike, get ready for your classes. Gary, put on a shirt on and let’s get going”

“…Yes, bro” The pair of jocks said, sounding defeated. They headed out of the kitchen and I went back to enjoying my coffee.

I know that this was my free day, but I had to get going with the coach recruitment, otherwise I would get lazy about it.

Geez, being a mind controller turned out to be a bit more stressful than I expected. Just kidding, I love it.

Mike got dressed and came to give me a goodbye kiss before he left. I would probably see him again when I get back from searching for today’s coach.

Gary did as I said too, putting on a green tee from his bag and sitting on the couch. “Where are we going, bro?”

Oh right, I haven’t told him yet about my plan. I thought about it yesterday, but I wasn’t sure and wanted to plan it a bit more.

Unlucky me, I wouldn’t be able to plan it out either. 

Someone knocked the door. I was kind of surprised, we barely get visits besides Mike’s friends, Stacy and Aiden. But they wouldn’t come without telling us first.

I went to open and found Leo on the doorway. Today he was wearing a blue jacket, with a black tee underneath, and some light blue jeans.

“Hey man, ready to start the day?” He asked, pretty energized.

I was really confused. What was he doing here? I mean, I get we are the only two mind controllers we know about, but it doesn’t mean we should stick around at all times, right?

“What?” I managed to ask, moving aside so he could enter.

“Sorry, I’m just excited to hang out with another guy like me. Don’t you have any plan besides your football team thing? Enslaving more people? More teams?”

I started to wonder if he had second intentions by asking all that stuff. I guess I’ll have to be careful, just in case.

“Uhm… Yeah, I wanted to save the sports club I go workout by getting a few coach slaves to work there. On my way to get a coach today”

His expression was a mix with confusion and disappointment. “Save a sports club? I mean, you do you but… It’s that really what you’d like to do with your powers?”

“Help others? What’s wrong with that?” Besides, I do get some nice and handsome slaves in exchange, so it’s not like I’m giving away my time… but I do think that the good action comes first.

I managed to get most of my football players who graduated from college last year into the NFL after they trained like beasts and won the championship. I was proud of them, and myself.

But, Leo didn’t seem surprised. Rather like he expected me to just take the guys and empty their brains.

“I mean, don’t judge me wrong. I’m quite impressed you haven’t gone mad with power like I’ve did at my first years. Uh… Do you mind if I stick around to you? I’m interested to see more of your work. If you don’t mind, of course. I wouldn’t like to make you uncomfortable”

He was trying to understand my way of thinking, nice. It was cool coming from him, I’m glad he’s not this evil overlord who would like to end me to be the ‘only mind controller alive’ or something like that. And maybe I could ask him more about himself.

“It’s okay, I won’t mind. And you can even give me some tips!” He could help me a bit, since he was older than me.

“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll have so much fun together, man!” He offered his hand for a shake, and I shook it.

Gary came out of the bathroom then, dressed in a flannel shirt with a tank top underneath and some jeans. He seemed surprised to see the other mind controller again so soon.

“Uh… what’s going on?” My former classmate asked. I could notice the confusion on his voice.

I turned to him and said “Change of plans. Leo’s coming with us!”.

I still suspected the other guy would be out to get my friend-slaves, but if that turned out to be the case, I wouldn’t hesitate in starting a war of mind controllers.

…That sounded way better on my head, and he was older than me. But I may have tricks up my sleeve!

Gary just nodded and mumbled a “Oh, cool” Before going back to grabbing his stuff.

He probably wanted to avoid being on the same room as Leo, after almost going under yesterday. I should ask him about it later, or via the mind link to talk normally without being afraid of Leo hearing us.

This was a big game changer. I won’t lie, I’m afraid of this whole ordeal. But he didn’t give me reasons to not trust him yet, so I could be friendly with him.

After Gary was ready, the three of us went to the street. I wondered if Leo was living nearby, since he arrived really quickly. He was really excited yesterday, so I don’t think he’ll be off our butts for a while.

“I parked on the building’s parking lot, let me go get my car” Gary told me, before Leo put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“No need! I’ll drive today, guys!” The guy said, as he pulled out his car keys and walked away. We decided to follow him, then Leo entered in a convertible.

A blue, almost new and nice-looking car.

“Woah dude, this is your car?!” Garrett said, surprised. I didn’t know much about cars to be surprised about it, but it seemed pretty expensive.

After yesterday’s chat, I wondered if he bought it or used his mind control powers to get it.

 He probably had a reliable source of money by now, though. He told me he got his powers at senior year too, but he seemed almost 30. That’s a lot of time since he got them.

“Impressed? C’mon in and tell me where to go, dudes” Said the older guy. We did as told and got in.

Needless to say, I already had an idea for today’s catch. A swimming coach I’ve heard from my college team.

The guys told me he’s a great coach, but that he refused the faculty’s offer to work with our team. He had “better opportunities” apparently. And well, that’s going to change.

From what I’ve seen on his social media (I feel like a creep after saying that), he was going to be at the public pool today. The plan was to go, tell him about the sports club, then use my powers because there was no way he was going to help me normally.

I liked to think it was for a better cause. The sports club was really a nice ambient, full of friendly people I didn’t want to interact with because of my social anxiety.

And… having a bunch of sexy coach slaves helping me set it back on track would be amazing, honestly.

I told Leo the direction we were going today, and he got to drive. I decided to ask him a bit more about himself on the way to the pool.

“May I ask you something?” a bit too formal, he even chuckled at me.

But, he gave me a nod and said “Go ahead, mate”.

I tried to think the ones that called the most of my curiosity, and asked “I guess we don’t have the same powers, because… what was that thing with your eyes you tried to do yesterday, with Gary?”

He slowed down the car, probably to focus on the conversation. “Uh, you don’t have it? I could show you later, but it’s actually pretty useful. As you may know, people can’t resist our speech mind control. But I can help them go under a relaxed state just by staring straight in their eyes.” He looked at Gary for a bit, who was too concentrated on watching the buildings as we passed by. “Didn’t work on your guy for some reason”

“Do you know why is that?”

He smiled “I was hoping you could answer that. Maybe you have some other power that I don’t?”

I noticed we were about to arrive, so I said “I may be able to show you in a bit”

He laughed “Low blow, man!”

He parked in front of the building.

It seemed like a simple place, for a guy like Chris Wright at least. The guy was known for being kind of a jerk on social media, but he was still pretty hot and that gave him free way to act like a jerk and be very well-known.

Besides, he wasn’t going to remain as a jerk for too long, anyway.

The outside of the building looked like a simple blue wall with some glass doors, and no windows. After we got out of the car, Gary offered me his arm, like some kind of gentleman.

I crossed mine with his, like some kind of couple. Benefits of an open relationship, I didn’t feel bad about being really close to Gary.

Leo whistled behind us. “You two look good together”

I blushed a bit, and Gary smiled. He was clearly enjoying it. Reminded me of the first year with powers. Gary being with me almost every time I enslaved a new guy.

My fellow mind controller caught up with us and we entered together to the building.

A nice reception waited for us inside, as there was a girl near my age –probably older, actually- doing some paperwork on her desk. She was dressed in a bath suit, like she was ready to stop doing her paperwork and just jump to the pool, which seemed to be on the other room.

“Hi!” The girl said, as she noticed the three of us looking around the place. “I haven’t seen you around, new here? Let me prepare some registration forms for you, guys!”

I was about to answer, asking if we needed to pay a fee to enter to the pool or fill up a basic membership formulary.

Leo put a hand in my way and started speaking instead of me, and if he did that again I would bite his hand.

“We’re already members. You’ve seen us a lot of times before” He started, doing his eye fixation thing on her. “You want to tell us where Chris Wright is”

Alright, if that’s how I look when using my verbal mind control, I feel very embarrassed.

I could tell he was using his powers, I felt the commanding tone of his voice, compelling. It didn’t affect me, I just felt it.

Gary shook my shoulders a bit, trying to ease me. He was nervous too.

He was the first one to find out about another mind controller, and feel the power of his words without it even affecting him.

The girl’s eyes glazed over, as she mumbled in a monotone voice “Back at the pool… He arrived an hour ago…”

Since Leo interrupted me first, I decided it would be fair for me to do the same thing. As he was about to speak again, I started to talk over him.

“Thanks so much. Once I snap my fingers, you will wake up feeling amazing, and… are you a student? You seem my age” She nodded slowly, still in a dazed state “Great, you will also find studying really easy. Like, you will get into a really focused state when you want to study, understood?”

She nodded again. I smiled and snapped my fingers in front of her. Emotion returned to her face as she snapped out of the mind control.

I turned to Leo, frowning. “That’s how it’s done, not randomly mind controlling people just because you can”

“That’s so kind of you” He said in a sarcastic tone. “Funny actually, since you want to enslave this guy to complete this plan who won’t really benefit anyone-”

“You can go, if you don’t want to stay. I mean it.” I didn’t want to act like an asshole, but if he was going to stay around only to complain, then I preferred being alone with Gary.

I quickly thought again about what just happened and said “Sorry, I didn’t intend to sound so-“

“It’s… alright! It’s nice to see you’re not a fairytale guy” What the hell? “It’s cool, nice to see someone shutting me up for once. You know, people is always ‘yes master’, ‘I will do what you say’ and stuff like that around me, since I got my powers. You forget about real human reactions when you can bend anyone to your will, man”

He shrugged, then changed the topic “But anyway, let’s move to the pool. I may be able to show you more tricks, if you want”

I had a bottle of special mix at my bag, so this should be easy. Just tell the guy to drink the thing, reprogram him a little once the mind link is settled, then go back home and enjoy the rest of my free day.

We went further inside, passing through the almost empty locker room. I thought it would be good to change into swimming shorts, but Leo had other plans.

He crossed the locker room pretty fast, as Gary and I tried to caught up to him. Was he excited for something?

As we went into the pool area, I noticed it wasn’t as crowded as I expected. The day was somewhat cold, so that could explain it.

I looked around, and saw Leo walking towards our objective. Chris Wright.

The man had tanned skin, and blonde hair. It was somewhat hidden by his swim cap, though. He was only wearing some blue swimming trunks, and had a plastic whistle hanging from a cord around his neck.

His body was pretty athletic. Not as built as coach Peter’s, but that guy was like a bodybuilder. Chris, meanwhile, had broad shoulders and very defined abs. His pectorals were pretty nice too.

He was taller than me, but sort of the same height as Leo.

Speaking of which, was getting closer to the objective!

“Gary, stay here. Alright?” I told him at the entrance of the pool area.

“Yeah, bro!” He said moving aside the door and looking around at the big place. I liked this guy, he’s nice to have around.

But anyway, I started walking towards Chris and Leo, who seemed to be in a conversation already.

“-I’ll make it pretty fast alright? Just stand there and don’t move” Leo said to the swimmer, who seemed to be done with his shit already, but he had to obey.

“What the hell are… you…” Chris started to say, but he quickly nodded and did as he was told.

Chris’ arms dropped to his side when his eyes’ glazed over, and then he froze in place.

“What are you doing? There’s people in here and I just had to give him the drink” I said. This guy was starting to get annoying.

“Relax. Just showing you another trick.” He explained “We already did the eye fixation part you saw yesterday, and now I have a kind of… link, with his mind. It’s not permanent, but he’s my dancing puppet for as long as it lasts”

Wait… his mind links aren’t permanent?

That wouldn’t make much of a difference though, since once the subject is reprogrammed, he would do whatever Leo told them to do, and think it was their own wish to do that.

Honestly, having permanent mind links was cooler. But that’s just my opinion.

“The guy is a dick. Was about to ignore me until I grabbed him by the shoulder” My fellow mind controller said “But anyway, I’ll teach you one of my favorite methods of enslavement, pay attention”

I wanted to stop him, but another part of me was really curious. It was REALLY easy to do, just giving him the bottle and set the mind link with me.

But… if his powers didn’t work on Gary, I kind of assumed it was because of my mind link with him. Leo settled a temporary mind link with this guy already, and I think my powers wouldn’t work until his mind link has faded.

“Alright, go ahead” I answered, and folded my arms.

He clapped his hands, before looking back at the dazed man in front of us. The few other guys at the pool paid no attention to us, surprisingly.

But if anything happened, a quick memory wipe of the last ten minutes would do the trick, right?

I shifted my attention to Leo, as I noticed he started speaking again.

“Now” Leo said to Chris, as he reached out to him and started to feel up the athlete’s body “Feel my hands melting down your personality and pride, turning it into mindless obedience. Just feel your free will turn into putty in my hands as I take hold of you completely…”

The coach just nodded, his blank face staring straight at him.

I was hoping Leo made a backup of his main personality with his temporary mind link, just basic safety stuff.

I looked back at Gary, who was staring at us. He gave me a thumbs up and winked. It made me smile, hah.

The others guys were pretty much ignoring us at this point. There was no way they wouldn’t notice a pair of weirdos, one feeling up a mind controlled well-known swimming coach, and the other just standing beside them like nothing weird was happening.

Chris’ mouth went slack, and a bit of drool started to drip from it.

My anxiety got the best of me, and I asked Leo as he kept massaging the coach’s biceps.

“Did you… Did you make a backup personality of him?”

“Excuse me?” He asked. Fuck, don’t tell me that he didn’t do that.

“A backup personality. Like, push his main self to the back of his mind before toying around with him.”

“Never did that before”

I stared at him, feeling my stomach heavier with each second. I frowned at his careless attitude. “Are you serious? Please tell me you’re joking”

He shook his head, as if not knowing what was I talking about. He also stopped his little induction thingie and took a step back from the guy, looking a bit preoccupied.

“It’s not so bad… I mean,” He looked at the enslaved guy “Hey. Flex for us”

Chris did that, flexing both of his arms. Leo smiled “See? Now Chris, jump back to the pool”

But the swimmer didn’t move at all.

“Chris?” Repeated Leo, before moving his hand in front of his face “Remember who you are?”

The now mindless Chris shook his head, the drip of saliva moving with his head and it was a bit disgusting.

Leo mumbled “Uh oh, I hate when this happens” as I was almost going to freak out.

“Alright, let’s not panic.” I said, grabbing my head with my hands, a bit in despair.

‘The golden rule, the golden rule, the golden rule’ was the only thing I could think about. “You, break your mind link with him as I go get his registration form”

Leo remained silent and nodded, getting in front of the mindless coach as I went towards the pool’s entrance. I assumed he wanted to make up for his mistake and see how I tried to fix it.

“Is everything alright, bro?” Gary asked me as I passed by pretty quickly, and followed me back at the reception.

“Yeah- Kind of- Not at all” I mumbled. I walked up to the receptionist girl from before, and with power on my words I said “Quick, give me Chris Wright’s registration form”

Her eyes glazed over again. I know I just said a few minutes ago that we shouldn’t use our powers to mind control innocent people randomly. 

But this was an emergency!

She went to the lower part of the desk and checked a file cabinet. A few seconds later, the registration form was in my hands.

I snapped her out of the trance before going again into the pool area.

I wondered how someone like Leo could be so irresponsible, wasn’t he older than me?! He had way more experience than I had with the mind control powers!

Unless… This was his modus operandi.

He didn’t have a golden rule, like I had. Maybe he just used people like puppets for his fun?

No, that can’t be right.

…I’ll ask him later; it may actually make sense. When things calm down, of course. My anxiety levels were going higher with each second, and I just cared about helping Chris.

I walked up to the pair, with Gary following me this time.

“Done” Leo said “No more mind link with the guy. What are you going to do with that?”

“What do you think? Making up a new personality” I opened the file and said out loud “Okay, can you hear me?” I said to the coach, and he nodded. If I used names, he wouldn’t recognize the commands, I had to return him his identity first.

“Good. Repeat after me: Your name is Christopher Andrew Wright”

“Name is… Christopher Andrew Wright…” He repeated.

“You are a well-known swimmer, who also coaches Seaside College’s swimming team”

“I’m a well-known swimmer… I coach Seaside College’s… swimming team…”

This was working. Perfect.

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I remained silent during the whole trip back to my place.

Leo sometimes said stuff, but I think he got the message and stopped trying to chat after a while.

Needless to say, I was angry. Mostly at Leo, of course. I would calm down after a while, probably in a few days we’ll just laugh about this, right?

He broke the golden rule. On his defense, he might not know that it existed at all. I don’t know how he used his powers usually, or if he cared at all about the consequences they may have on mind control victims’ lives.

‘Don’t fuck up anyone’s lives’

I did manage to return the swimmer’s memories and personality back to him. Even the being a dick part. It’s what he was, after all. We toyed a lot with him for today.

I gave him the special mix, after he was up and going, and just gave him my number after that.

I would continue with the ‘reprogramming’ by myself, without any extra charades.

Gary was just sitting on the back seat. Silent, like some child who misbehaved.

Truth is, he’s the only one from the trio who didn’t do anything wrong today.

We got off Leo’s car, as he said “Sorry for today. It wasn’t my intention… but yeah, call me later, man”

His British accent was still a bit funny, to be honest. 

I waved a goodbye to Leo as he drove away.

“I think he’s nice, bro. I liked to see you both in action like some kind of dynamic duet” Gary said, as he waved at the guy “Reminds me of you and I”

I chuckled “Let’s not talk about what happened. Please, let’s just not”. 

Gary nodded, and walked into the building. We took the stairs up to my place. I decided to leave the topic there, I wasn’t feeling good.

Mike was at the couch, and he smiled when he saw me “Evening, bro. How was work today?” Until he noticed Gary was still with me. 

He just gave him a nod but Gary played dumb and looked away. God, they’re childish. I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted to know what was this all about.

“Alright, you two on the couch. We’re having a therapy session hosted by everyone’s favorite master” They looked puzzled “It’s not that difficult, I’m talking about me- But alright, c’mon!”

I grabbed Gary by his arm and we walked together to the couch. I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of the couch, that way I would have a good look at both guys as I helped them overcome this.

Although, I didn’t have the energy nor the mindset to deal with them today.

“Why do you want us to do… couple therapy?” Mike asked, he was as confused as Gary was.

“Because, I can’t just stand here watching my boyfriend and my friend about to beat each other up every time you both are in the same room. So, we’re going to talk about it, right now” 

‘And I want to do something right today, just one thing!’

I sat in front of them. “Alright, who wants to start?”

The pair remained silent, and rolled their eyes. They were more similar than I expected, now that I noticed it. In personality, I mean. And their fucking man pride.

“I choose, okay. Mike, why don’t you start with what do you dislike about Gary?” I said. “And remember, I want you both to be completely sincere right now”

My quarterback’s eyes glazed over for a second, before he sighed and looked at me. “It’s because of all the high school stuff, bro. He dedicated himself to make you suffer just for the sake of it and never stopped until after you’ve got your powers.”

He seemed a bit… anxious. “It’s okay that you forgave him, that was your call. But I don’t like people who used to bully my friends, I guess”

I nodded “Well, as nice as that is for our friendship, I don’t think it’s healthy for you to hold grudges after an incident that happened over two years ago”

‘Especially since you weren’t the one who suffered from it, but let’s skip that little detail’ I thought. My anxiety was making me think pretty rough stuff, apparently.

I’ve already forgave both guys, and I was happy with how everything turned out. It was time for them to move on, I guess.

But first, got to hear Gary’s reason.

I looked at my previous bully, waiting for him to speak.

He scratched the back of his head, as he nervously looked to the floor “I… I actually don’t have a problem with you, bro. I thought we were making a fun, romantic rivalry for…” He motioned at me with his hand. “Like, I saw you as my rival, but that’s all. I don’t have anything else to tell”

I blushed, of course. And he continued “But, since that doesn’t seem to be the case… I’m not intending to stand here as I’m being shit talked by some mediocre quarterback” Ouch.

Before things got any more heated up, I spoke up. “Alright. You two are going to make up and forgive each other, understood? You are bros, make out and be friendly to each… other…”

Did I… Did I really say ‘make out’ instead of ‘make up’?

Fuck, I hope they didn’t notice.

Mike and Gary smiled at each other, then slapped hands. “All good, bro?” asked the latter.

My boyfriend nodded “All good, bro”. Everything good so far.

It was nice seeing the pair together, and not wanting to kill each other anymore.

Mike smiled at Gary, who returned the smile, before they leaned in and started making out. I covered my mouth with my hands, a bit embarrassed with my little mistake, but nothing serious at all.

I was glad they weren’t fighting anymore, though. And this little moment was a nice distraction from what happened today.

Sadly, their bromance would have to wait for another visit. Gary had to go back to his college now, or else he would be off the team. He took many risks by skipping some of his football practices and classes.

The rest of my day was just laying around on the couch, staring at my phone. Or being in bed and watching a lot of TV. I honestly didn’t want to do anything. I was just too focused on my thoughts.

I had to ask Leo about that, the golden rule thing. I was scared that he may not have it, and if I made him angry enough, he would go in a rampage against me.

“Hey…” Mike came up to me after a while of watching me mourning myself. “Something’s wrong, what is it?”

I looked at the big guy as he laid in bed beside me, hugging me.

“You promise you won’t get mad?”

“Even if I wanted to, I love you too much to ensure I won’t be mad at you” He smiled, and gave me a smooch on the cheek. “C’mon bro. Spill the beans”

I sighed “We kind of fucked up today.” He raised an eyebrow “Leo came with us and… completely erased the coach I wanted to get for the sports club” 

Mike opened his eyes in surprise, but before he could talk, I said “But I did restore him back to normal! Used his registration form as reference and restored his previous personality and memories with the help of that, and some knowledge from his social media”

He remained silent, and pulled me in to cuddle together. “Well… You did fix it. And you’re telling me that Leo is the one who did things wrong, not you” 

He kissed me again “C’mon bro, you don’t have to blame yourself, you’re the one who fixed him, not the one who ‘broke’ him. It’s still amazing that you’re trying to help out with your powers. Take the guy as an example about what you shouldn’t do, a’ight?”

Another kiss, I felt kind of better now. He was right, it wasn’t my fault at all. I felt even better after recognizing i’m the one who helped fix the mess he causes.

“Thanks Mike” I mumbled, laying my head on his chest. I loved this guy.

“Anytime, babe. Anytime.”

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16 Questions by Z

@yourantagonist, I don’t actually know enough people on Tumblr to tag them and pass this along but here are my answers: 

1. Nickname: nah bruh. I like to remain semi anonymous on this blog

2. Zodiac: Aries

3. Height: 183 cm

4. Last thing I googled: longitudinal studies on gender non-conforming children (because JKR in her essay quotes some bs)

5. Song stuck in my head: Stacy’s mom

6. Number of followers: not much

7. Amount of sleep: 5 to 6 hours. sometimes more sometimes less

8. unLucky number: 4. My mother picked my jersey number one year and got it for my birth month. She done goofed as I am not born in April

9. Dream job: writer or something involving performing

10. Wearing: dress pants and shirt, silver watch, gold(ish) tie

11. Favorite song: no

12. Favorite instrument: violin. I love hearing covers of songs on violin

13. Aesthetic: passing around a bottle of wine, tears from booming laughs, river walks, sunshine and starry skies.

14. Favorite author: don’t have one anymore 

15. Favorite animal noise: howler monkey screeching. I want to be that loud and annoying when I need to. otherwise I love when I can get my dogs to howl with me

16. Random facts: I have won one random draw in my life. It was for a goosebumps book when I was 8. there are slugs with luminescent penises and there are butterflies that can sense light with their weens

#personal #me #questions

[fancycakedragon]

Didn't Happen the First Time (Soulmate AU)

College!Tommy Kinkle x Reader

[Not My Gif]

Source: @john-bendr

Warning(s): None

A/N: So @imnotadalekimhuman and I had a whole conversation about how Tommy Kinkle deserved to go to college. It stuck with me so I wrote this. TK stans need to get together btw.

Masterlist

As comforting as knowing someone was out there that was your perfect match, the idea of having a soulmate was stressfull to you. You often traced the words etched into your skin thinking about what would happen if you met this person. Would it be love at first sight? Would they already be in a relationship? Were you one of the unlucky few that didn't have a soulmate?! Some days you'd daydream about them others you were a ball of anxiety. All because of a stranger who was supposed to comolete you.

The thing with soulmates was that on rare, very rare, ocassions people would get an incling of where their other half would be. That's what happened when you were choosing schools. Notre Dame wasn't your first choice but something about it pulled you there. It wasn't a cosmic revelation, more of a insesent nudge that became too much to bare.

When you got there you didn't know what to think. The moment you stepped on campus the feeling vanished, gone like the flame on a blown out candle. You were looking in every corner to find that person who would just say those words. Two years there and you slowly started to give up. If they were really here or anywhere in the world you'd find eachother. Eventually. Instead you focused on your studies, and making Stacy keep up with her school work.

The school had a big football culture that ruled over the campus. Home games were always packed, people travelled to see visiting games, and any wins were met with outrageous frat parties.

Your friend Stacy who had gotten into Notre Dame with you was beside you currently cheering along with the rest of the stadium. "C'MON NUMBER THIRTEEN, SHOW 'EM WHAT WE'RE MADE OF!"

You blinked at her with wide eyes, "My ears are right here Stace."

You weren't sure if she was ignoring you or it was too loud for her to hear but she continued with her cheering.

The game was close but it was player 13 that scored the winning touch down. The croud erupted in the school chant and applause.

After winning the first home game of the season the star quarterback Aric Boyyd announced, "Party at Sigma Kappa Phi tonight!!!" Random groups of people around you whooped.

You wrinkled your nose at the idea. Sometimes the parties were amusing but everyone knew frat parties had a tendency to get out of hand. Aric was busy hyping everyone up with his antics when he bumped into you causing you to drop you phone, your drink following right over it.

"What the hell, man?! I just got that!" you yelled at him.

Aric shrugged, "You can't expect me to care about that babe, WE JUST WON THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!" The crowd cheered along with him to the frat house ignoring you.

You took a deep breath your jaw clenching. Before you could pick up the phone a another hand had already plucked it from the ground.

You looked at the person holding your phone out to you and took it from him. If you weren't so pissed you'd have thought he was cute. But no, part of why you were here was meet your soulmate. No distractions.

"I'm Tommy," he said trying to fill the silence that had grown.

"Y/N," you replied looking over your phone shattered screen, probably some damage from your drink spilling on it.

"Hey you're 13," Stacy said recognizing his face from photos posted on the schools social media. "Nice game."

Tommy smiled, "Thanks. And sorry about Aric, he doesn't know the importance of... Anything that isn't him."

"Oh so what are you, one of those sensitive meatheads?" you asked in annoyance.

Tommy went quiet, you could practically see the gears turning in his head but it wasn't for the reason you thought. He looked at you with in a new light when he felt the tingling on his abdomen, right where those same words were etched. In all the years he looked at that sentence he always thought it would come out as a joke. It gave him a sense of comfort knowing his soulmate was probably a playful tease. Looking at you now he doubted that was the case or maybe you weren't in a good mood. Your phone did just face some damage because of his teammate.

Your brows were furrowed in annoyance and you seemed ready to leave. He had to say something, anything, maybe like the words written on your skin. But he didn't know what to say and the longer he stood there the more he was losing his chance.

"Well, uh, all teams need a novelty right?" he tried to joke. He looked at you to see if there was some sort of recognition in your face.

"Whatever, Stace let's go."

Just like that you were leaving. Tommy watched you go somehow still trying to to figure out what to say to you.

"You're not bailing (Y/N)," Stacy warned.

You looked at her defensively, "Who said I was."

"I can see it all over your face. Classes haven't gotten serious yet so were gonna go party it up."

"It's not like you're gonna give me a choice," you said rolling your eyes.

Stacy grinned at you, "I love it when you just accept your fate." She dragged you off to change into something she approved of and you were off.

When you arrived the party was already in full swing. Beer pong on one side of the room, kegs not far from it, and a shit ton of hangovers waiting to happen.

You made your way out to the backyard where there were less people. As if Tommy knew you had arrived he found you minutes after you arrival.

"Oh my god, is this guy serious?" you mumbled.

"He's cute give him a chance," Stacy whispered. "Hey! Tommy how you doing?" she said giving him a winning smile.

"Good, I guess," he answered shrugging. His eyes travelled to you as an awkward silence took over.

"Well! I see a cute girl over there and I'm gonna go chat her up, have. . . anything but this," your friend said her arms gesturing vaguely around you two. "Try fun," she said already leaving you.

"Stacy Ingrid Hopkins I swear-" the few people around you turned to see the commotion about to erupt but you quieted down.

Tommy bit his lip looking down. Remembering the drinks he brought with him earlier he offered one to you, "Um, I got you, a um, some lemonade. I wasn't sure about bringing you alcohol."

"I don't take open drinks from anyone at parties."

"Oh there are soda cans I can get you one," Tommy said heading back inside.

You pushed past him irritated, "I'll get it myself. Hopefully you can take a hint and leave me alone."

Tommy realized that getting through to you was going to be a challenge. This really wasn't what he thought being with his soulmate was going to be like. What if you weren't his mate? The first thing he said was supposed to be what was written on your skin. He got no reaction from the moment he met you. Tommy got an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Are you always going to see me as the bad guy?" he said in an off handed manner.

You stopped in your tracks. You'd known that sentence from the moment you could read. The words imprinted into you were just spoken by the man you'd been trying to avoid. Turning around you slowly walked back to Tommy. 

You walked back to him standing inches away and whispered, "Only if it means I get to give my soulmate a hard time."

Finally! Tommy smiled so bright�� you were sure you'd go blind. He lifted his sleeve revealing the words you said to him hours ago. Giggling you turned your arm showing him the inside of your bicep.

"I can't believe you didn't say this the first time," you told him in amusement.

Tommy chuckled shaking his head, "I've been stressing out all this time thinking I was matchless. Don't play with my feelings."

You laughed and in that moment Tommy knew that was the only thing that could ever make his heart skip a beat.  

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DBH Superhero AU pt.2

Some more cast members for you guys! If you have any questions about their powers or how everyone found out about their abilities, just ask!

Enjoy

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Deviants:

Kara Curry/Sneak: A troubled and often times unlucky young woman, Kara has had it rough. After a series of unfortunate events lead to her moving to Detroit to live with her abusive uncle Todd, Kara was forced to drop out of college after being forced to become a servent to her uncle. After a particularly bad night, she found her Deviant ability, invisibility, which helped her not only escape the abusive household she was stuck in, but also rescue her younger cousin, Alice, as well.

It was hope and trustworthy friends that lead her to Jericho, and it is determination that drives her to fight for a better world.

Note: Kara's role within Jericho is that of an informant since her abilities are highly useful for stealth missions. Much like Simon and Daniel, Kara also requires a highly specialized suit to use her powers on missions, otherwise her powers are virtually useless (Nudity is not an option and should not be suggested more than it already has, please don't bring it up again).

Alice Williams: Alice is the young daughter of Todd Williams and Kara's young cousin. While it's unknown if she is Deviant or not, Alice's mother was a confirmed Carrier.

As such, Alice is under Jericho's protection and is currently under watch in case of any signs of Deviancy appearing early on.

Note: She seems to have a strangely accurate intuition when it comes to Deviants, being able to point out if people are more than they seem.

Perhaps this points to a more aura based ability if Alice is in fact a Deviant.

Luther Parke/Goliath: Once one of Zlatko's test subjects, Luther's Deviancy was forced upon him by the deranged scientist, in an effort to get something controllable in between a true Deviant and a Red Ice Mutant. While Luther did momentarily lose himself thanks to the cruel tests he was subjected to, his will was restored by Kara and Alice who nearly fell victim to another one of Zlatko's twisted experiments. Sadly, while Luther did regain his senses, he's lost all of his memories except for his name.

Endowed with super strength and inhuman endurance, Luther is a challenging Deviant to go up against. Loyal to a fault and highly protective of those he cares about, it's unwise to cross this superhuman.

Note: Like North, Luther's muscle mass is beyond what is considered normal for his age. Unlike North, however, there isn't much he can do to hide it since his height has also been affected by Zlatko's experiments. At full height, Luther stands at a staggering 9 feet tall, and his skin is as thick as armour. His metabolism is slower than the twins's but Luther also requires a high calorie diet and regular exercise to stay healthy.

Ralph Vladimary/Bruteroot: A 2nd generation Deviant who showed signs of having plantomancy abilities early on in his youth. Once a bright and cheerful individual with a love for gardening, Ralph was a victim of misfortune after accidentally using his powers in public. Attacked and brutally beaten by a group of bigots, a traumatized and wounded Ralph only escaped with his life after retaliating violently, resulting in the deaths of his aggressors.

Found in an abandoned building by Kara and Alice right after they ran away, and eventually taken to Jericho to help him recover, Ralph is a caring individual, but also easily scared and mistrustful of others. He seems to be afraid of his powers and has a hard time controlling them.

Note: Ralph's wounds have never closed properly because his powers seem to have caused plantlife to highjack his body. As such, Ralph seems to be part plant himself, and seems to attract insects and other critters as a result of his bizarre hybrid biology.

Jericho has decreed that Ralph is not allowed to do field missions unsupervised. Should a mission require his contribution, it's advised that Lucy, Kara, Jerry or Rupert be paired up with him to keep him in check.

Jerry(s) Bosch/Legion: Jerry Bosch used to be the cheerful only child of an old Navy veteran who took him in, after he found the poor boy wondering the woods on a freezing cold winter night. Several years later after hitting puberty, Jerry woke up feeling different, while also finding he had an extra arm growing out of his torso.

While still cheerful and an overall ray of sunshine, Jerry is no longer one being, but many beings all linked by a hivemind. His Deviant ability is that of multiplication, which provides Jericho with an intricate communication web of clones that are eager to help anyone in need.

No one is quite sure how Cyberlife hasn't tracked down Jerry or his many clones, since his father has done a lot of reconstruction to accommodate every single one of his boys, and hasn't really hidden the fact he went from having one son, to over 10 of him.

One thing is certain: the world gets a little bit brighter for Deviants in need, one Jerry at a time!

Note: Jerry's biology is comparable to that of an amoeba, since his body seems to have somehow become unicellular without turning him into a blobby mass. Multiplication isn't painful, as the Jerrys cannot feel pain, but it seems to be very uncomfortable for them, with all clones sharing the feeling through their mental link.

Overall the Jerrys are a bit odd but everyone is quite fond of their helpful and kind nature. If you ever need help just ask for Jerry, there's bound to be one positioned near you.

Important: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD ANYONE ASK THE JERRYS TO REUNITE AS A SINGLE BEING. IT'S POSSIBLE BUT THE RESULTS AREN'T PRETTY AND NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT.

Rupert Travis/Eagle-Eyes: A 2nd generation Deviant who's ability came in a little late, Rupert used to be a honor roll student with a veterinarian scholarship, until his ability manifested. A college dropout and pushed away by his own family for his oddities, Rupert is a survivor and a vigilante known as Eagle-Eyes, who will on occasion help Jericho.

It's not in his nature to stay put for long, and his closest friends are all of the winged variety.

Note: Rupert's flight powers while highly beneficial for scouting missions, have caused him to grow two massive feathered wings out of his back. This of course has made him an outcast in his family's eyes, despite his condition being a result of his parents being Carriers.

Rupert is known for having several eyes in the sky in the form of trained pigeons. He seems very fond of them, and in return they seem very fond of him as well.

Shaolin Being: There are many things about the Shaolin Being that people know, and that is that they do not know anything about him.

Not his real name, where he came from, nor if he even has any family.

A mysterious Deviant, the Shaolin Being came to Jericho to offer his assistance as a healer.

He is very good at his job, and seems to be in control of his powers. However there seems to be something troubling his mind.

Something quite terrible.

Note: Shaolin Being's powers are energy based and seem to follow the law of equivalent exchange. With this in mind, it's advised not to ask him to heal someone who is near death. A life for a life, is not worth the emotional damage.

Echo and Ripple: Like the Shaolin Being, no one knows much about Echo or Ripple. They are very reserved 2nd generation Deviants who seem to know North personally, although the latter refuses to disclose any information on both. It's assumed that they were two of the girls she has saved in the past, but the rumors are plentiful and stories change all the time.

The two seem to have discarded their past names and identities and have assumed their Deviant personas as their true selves, making them two of the hardest people in Jericho to track. This makes them ideal for covert missions, and they like Kara and the twins, are favoured for such missions.

Both of them have inhuman endurance and agility, although Echo seems to have mild shape shifting abilities, while Ripple has mild technokinetic abilities. They are the perfect duo of infiltrators and hackers.

Note: Hyperlife has been trying to link the two to a double child sex slavery case that has been archived for a while now due to lack of evidence. Whether or not Echo and Ripple are the missing Tracy and Stacy, is up for debate.

Lucy Wandera: A 1st generation Deviant, Lucy has known pain and loss and become something of a legend among her fellow Deviants. A guide and healer to those in desperate need, Lucy is a respected member of Jericho, and often acts as a voice of reason in the most difficult times.

Her primary abilities are healing and divination.

Note: Lucy does not participate in field missions, acting instead as an advisor and healer. She is in complete control of her powers and is an inspiration to the younger generation of Deviants. Her eyes seem to have turned completely black, due to her usage of her second sight.

Humans:

Hank Anderson: An old grizzled cop with a grudge against Hyperlife, due to their specialist doctors having failed to save his young son's life after he suffered a horrific car crash caused by harsh weather. Once the pride of the DPD's Red Ice Division, Hank has been trying to drown himself in the bottom of a licor bottle, but one chance encounter has slowly lead to a second chance at life. There's just something about Connor that feels strangely familiar...Like he needs to protect this odd kid who doesn't know how to behave his own age.

Carl Manfred: Markus's adoptive father and Elijah Kamski's most trusted friend, Carl is an esteemed and brilliant artist who's spent the last three years trying to do right by his son while also raising a dangerous bioweapon to be good.

Sharp minded and with an eye for detail, Carl can only hope for the better as he tries to lead his sons in the right direction.

Leo Manfred: Markus's adoptive brother and Carl's biological son, Leo is a bit of a mess but he's trying hard to get his life back together after his mother has died.

He seems to like Markus, but his jealousy towards the Deviant often makes him act hostile towards him, something which has only worsened after he began taking Red Ice.

Recently he's began showing signs of mutation, and has tried to go to rehab to stop his addiction before the chemical drug consumes him. Whether or not he'll be able to stop it in time, is to be seen...

Elijah Kamski: Hyperlife's original founder and the man who not only discovered Thirium, but created the T-Vaccine as well. Kamski is an enigmatic man who meant well when he introduced Thirium into the world. Whether or not he is the same person he was before the world began to crumble around him, is up for debate.

One thing is clear however: He has faith in Markus and hopes to still be around when the world finally embraces Deviency. Until then he'll remain in self-exile in the company of his most loveliest creations, the Chloes.

Chloe(s): Elijah Kamski's personal assistants and favoured creations, they are bioengineered beings that are the perfect blend of organic and machine. Very doll-like and passive, people are often unnerved by their unusually calm presence.

Amanda Stern: Elijah Kamski's old mentor and one of Hyperlife's ranking officers, Amanda is in charge of the Rook Division, working as the Hunters's handler.

Strict and ruthless, Amanda is both the calm before the storm, and the eye of the tempest. Everyone is a little intimidated by her.

Zlatko: An ex-Hyperlife employee obcessed with the effects of Red Ice and Deviency, Zlatko is a deranged scientist with a god complex, who wants to create the perfect spliced Deviant. Something which is neither man nor animal, but that can be controlled like a machine. He has yet to succeed, but he's got a basement full of tormented beasts to content himself with.

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