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yourdoorisunlocked · 3 months

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I'll Never Meet Another You... - Part 2

📺〘 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 〙📺

𝐀/𝐍: Back after popular demand... *drumroll* OUR FAVORITE TV MAN!! 🥰 I just love writing Possessive!Vox, idk what it is about him, he's just so sCrUmPtIoUs-

I lowkey feel like I'm betraying my country of Alastor Nation by simping for this man, but CAN YOU BLAME ME??

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟎𝟕𝟗 ⚠︎ 𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖 ⚠︎: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ

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The skies of hell that normally shone a bright cherry red had faded into a deep alluring maroon, mock sparkles twinkling down upon the Pride Ring in a beautiful imitation of Earth’s stars when you finally returned home from work.

You slammed your front door behind you, as all of the day’s pent-up frustration from being overworked and criminally underpaid finally weighed down on you, and a few dishes trembled in fear of your wrath as a soft glow of darkness outlined your figure.

The peace of the apartment had been entirely interrupted to make room for your sulking at your shitty living situation, though you knew you should’ve been grateful to have your job, however stressful.

For you, it definitely beat out prostitution or becoming an assassin-for-hire, so, who were you to complain about your mentally taxing job as a waitress? You might’ve been catcalled a handful of times, and maybe it even bordered on harassment here and there, but you weren’t forced to outright fuck them.

And thankfully, after some time, you had realized that for some reason, they never seemed to return to the restaurant, seeming to go missing completely from existence. Even an uncomfortable coworker of yours that you despised being around had been “let go” after a mere day of working at the diner. Maybe they all got the hint? That’s what you’d like to hope.

Though, even if you were safe from such advances, you definitely weren’t spared from the abuse of being burnt out of all your social battery in order to serve people.

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day in a few days didn’t make it any better.

For the entire first week of February, you were forced to sacrifice your sanity to serve people with a dazzling smile and cake a ridiculous amount of concealer on your face to hide your heavy eyebags.

Not to mention the slight jealousy that had boiled over inside of you, fueled by exhaustion and loneliness from cold nights alone and grueling days working at the restaurant, whenever you had to serve those lovey-dovey couples that were all over each other.

You despised them, with their tender Eskimo kisses, and stupid, mushy pet names for each other, and- Oh, great, they’re fucking under the table, now!

You’d had to kick out more than one group for that handful of incidents.

Just once, you’d like for someone to sweep you off your tired feet and bring you to a nice little outing, while shoving your infatuation with each other in everyone’s single-pringle fucking faces.

Oh, well. It wasn’t like finding love in a wretched place like Hell was probable. But you had your delusional fantasies, and more importantly, your playlists.

A familiar bloom of warmth in your chest had your heart ache with relief as you stumbled over to your bedroom. You promptly flopped onto your thin, squeaky mattress and stretched out your arms and legs, popping each stiff joint that had formed that day.

Rolling onto your back, you let your loose hair that had been strained into a bun all day fall onto the bed as you opened Sinstagram, bobbing your head to a song that had been stuck inside your playlist for a while.

It felt like an actual crime to start indulging in your daily stalking admiring of your latest obsession, the television Overlord himself, the founder of the biggest tech company in the Pride Ring, you guessed it, Vox.

Yes, you knew that it was creepy, but this was Hell. Who was anyone to judge you for fangirling – just a little bit – over him? Especially with that face card. You’d had very unsavory relationships in the past, but you’d throw your entire Sacred Rulebook of Relationship Standards out of the proverbial window for Vox.

Besides, anyone would be fucking blind not to fawn over him. Seven feet tall, hotter than hell itself, and more powerful and influential than you could possibly conceive? He was every Wattpad reader’s wet dream. The blueprint, if you were being honest.

As you start scrolling through his Sinstagram – well, the company’s, really – a soft smile spreads across your face, your yearning gaze completely taken with him.

The levels of down bad you had to be, to fall in love with a flat screen...

Unbeknownst to you, a soft whirring that could’ve easily been mistaken for an air conditioner had gotten louder and louder, closer and closer to the familiar stained glass of your bedroom window, tarnished with smoke and pollution. But it was clear enough for someone to look in and see what heinous acts you were doing on that phone of yours, never mind your search history.

Even Val would turn his nose up at some of that shit...

You didn’t even notice the small flash of the lens from its installed camera, or how it hovered just ever so close enough to the window beside you that it could get a proper view of what you were looking at, the contents of your phone on display for its Master to see.

And said Master was currently relaxing into his chair with a self-satisfied simper, his earlier stress from the typical daily jetlag melting away in your presence. The tension in Vox's shoulders loosened as his fingers danced over the keyboard briefly, and a monitor to the right lit up with a close-up of your face.

We meet again, Doll~...

The electronic Overlord had been awaiting this moment for what seemed like an eternity, as he mundanely danced his way through daily routine simply to keep you under his watchful eye, come the evening.

Throughout the day, Vox’s phone had been blowing up, par for the course of the ‘season of love’, as they called it. Of course, dealing with his job daily would’ve been an absolute thrill; cultivating his power and influence to spread across the Pride Ring by the second, watch Sinners fall over themselves to purchase the latest of VoxTech, y’know, the usual everyday experience.

But you were his change in daily routine, an escape from the facade of a showman that he had to keep up for the public, and you were right within Vox's reach.

And he could only restrain himself from up and snatching you away for so long.

Though, recently, the idea of kidnapping you had left a rather sour taste on Vox's tongue. He would've rather lured you in with his persona, and captivate you with all that he could offer, the security, the wealth, whatever you'd desire, Vox would provide.

So, when Vox found out about your "little" infatuation with him, what with the sinful fanart hoarding and the fact that you anonymously followed every account that he or his company managed, it was a game changer.

And the television demon was, above all, a courteous, charismatic demon, despite his... outbursts. And although he didn't have much relationship experience, he'd rather like to learn.

And he was sure that you'd be more than willing to teach him.

Vox’s focus from his fantasies were broken by the sight of your expression souring when a notification pinged on your phone.

It was your new co-worker, who had texted you the details of the new opening times since the restaurant had been getting much more foot traffic.

And it apparently planned to remain that way until the end of the month.

"6 A.M.? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright, might as well get to bed earlier, now," you stood up and begrudgingly over to your bathroom, grumbling a string of curses as your bad mood was freshly revived.

Vox watched as you retreated from your bedroom, throwing articles of clothing from the bathroom onto your bed.

Water began pattering against the marble walls, and steam had gradually seeped into the room.

“I’m just an average man, with an average life...”

“I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price.”

Oh, you little tease...

With a soft scoff at the irony, Vox started humming along to the little tune you’d started singing as he tapped his fingers against the desk, impatient to be graced with your presence on the live feed of the VoxTech Voyeurscope.

“All I want is to be left alone, in my average home.”

“But why do I always feel, like I’m in the Twilight Zone?”

Vox sat back in his chair and kicked his legs upon the surface of his desk, his mind racing with answers to your predicament.

“I always feel like, somebody’s watchin’ me~!"

He was accustomed to returning to his room, only to bear witness to your mad self-ranting about what a dick your boss was, how your shitty pay was barely supporting you, and the many idiots you had to deal with, ones Vox would personally take care of, of course.

“And I have no privacy, ooh-oh-oh,"

"I always feel like, somebody's watching me!"

But as entertaining as it was, Vox hated seeing you slump into your abode, the eyebags more prominent than ever on your face.

You looked so... tired, so spent. He'd never use you like that, not if he was your boss...

“Tell me is it just a dream?”

Wait...

A pixelated lightbulb flashed against the left side of Vox's interface as he leaned forward against his monitor, frantically searching for whoever he needed to terminate fire so that you could take their place.

And, like a hellish prayer answered, the spot for a personal assistant was gloriously empty.

Heh, there really is a God...

A wave of Vox’s hand ordered the computer to direct him to his personal digital office, showing him forms, emails, and requests waiting for him to green light, all minor cases compared to what he was searching for.

It didn’t take long for Vox to find the form he was looking for, and it seemed that Lucifer had smiled upon him that day, as right when he retrieved the assistant application form, you exited the shower, the patter of water coming to an abrupt stop.

You walked out in nothing but a towel and a sheen of water droplets glistening against your skin. Ever the gentleman, Vox turned away with a small blue-hued blush when you dropped the towel and began to dress yourself, only turning back when he spotted you picking up the towel out of his peripheral.

With a small, triumphant smirk and a short mental request, the Voyeurscope returned promptly to Vox. He handed it the form, manifesting it into a physical piece of paper to insert into its awaiting craned claws.

Vox could get you out of that horrible place, no doubt about it. But he had to make sure that you did your part as well.

"Bring this to her apartment. Be discreet about it."

He handed the drone the empty form, and instantly it zoomed across the Entertainment District to your apartment, which wasn’t even that far from the Vee’s headquarters.

It made a short trip through the ventilation system that led into your bedroom, tucking in on itself to deliver the paper to you.

Thankfully your back was turned to it and braiding your hair, as a shiny metal claw reached out from behind the metal door to the vent just above your bed. It dropped the application form upon your mattress, and Vox waited with bated breath for you to notice.

The form floated precariously down onto your bed, landing gracefully just as you turned around and jumped onto the mattress. You were half-tempted to reach for your phone and end the night with your daily simp-scrolling before bed.

Vox’s heart lurched in his chest once you spotted the form and held up the piece of paper with a questioning expression. You didn’t remember having this anywhere in your bag when you left the restaurant.

“What in the...?”

Then, your eyes caught onto the logo.

VoxTech.

Holy shit.

Apparently, you’d accidentally snatched someone else’s application form to work for VoxTech, an idea that completely slipped your mind for the last miserable months you’d slaved away at the diner you worked at.

It wasn’t like a spontaneous trip to the Entertainment District, of all places, was something that you could afford, let alone tolerate with the skeezes that sauntered about the streets, looking for young little things like you to prey on.

But despite its infamous reputation, Vox definitely wasn’t the worst of the Vees, not by a fucking long shot. And that wasn’t just your obsessive, simping brain talking here.

Sure, he was the embodiment of capitalism and corporate greed at its finest, but an office job with a few tons of workload sounded much better than what you were getting, working at a shabby restaurant and going home every night to your shithole of an apartment.

Not to mention, you’d be working under the Overlord you’d obsessed over for weeks on end.

Hopefully you’d get the chance to be under him, too-

Also, the goddamn paygrade! Your eyes bulged out of your head and your mouth fell slightly agape in surprise, unaware of how the television Overlord was gauging your every reaction and sipping on his coffee with an amused smirk.

Perhaps God had finally taken pity upon your mortal soul and decided that you deserved to catch a break, and for that, you were eternally grateful. You’d be skipping halfway to church, by now, if Hell had one. Maybe even click your heels a couple times on the way, too.

In a flash, you rushed over to your nuclear fallout zone of a desk, sweeping the mess of papers and ‘RENT DUE’ bills off its surface. You quickly took a pen and scribbled down the required information for the application form at lightning speed. Smoke was practically rising off the paper by the time you were done with it.

The form was filled out in record time, and Vox watched as his plan unfolded perfectly before him. The definite click of your desk drawer closed as you placed the form inside for tomorrow, your fate sealed and unknowingly passed into Vox's greedy hands.

“So gullible for me, aren’t you~?” His gaze softened adoringly towards you as he murmured to no one; gentle, placating words meant for your ears hitting only the damned barrier of his computer screen.

A fond, blue-hued grin lined with neon teal teeth spread across Vox’s blue-screen interface as he watched you flop onto your bed. You kicked your feet happily and gushed like a schoolgirl as you lost yourself to your daydreaming.

You knew you weren’t important enough to actually have a meeting with Vox himself, but this was fucking fanfic material, and a gorgeous opportunity that you knew was too good to brush off.

“Ooh! I can’t wait to meet him! If I ever meet him. I wonder what Vox's like when he isn’t working... He’s definitely the Type A kinda guy, super work oriented.” A spot-on observation.

“Ugh... But I’m totally not, though. Eh, doesn’t matter, I’ll be accepted either way, it’s not like anyone else is brave enough to accept the job.” Well, she’s not wrong.

“No, that’s a little cocky. I mean, it’s not exactly a guarantee I’ll be accepted.” Oho, you’d be surprised, my dear...

You pouted doubtfully for a moment, weighing all the variables in your head. This could go horribly wrong for you, maybe even end up with your brains splattering against an aquarium wall, if you played your cards recklessly.

But you'd had enough of this life, and you were far from sick of drowning in the suffocating depressive cycle that you'd been spiraling into for the past couple of months since you'd arrived in Hell.

Who knew your afterlife would be just as dismal and bleak as your human one.

“But it’s worth a shot!” You clenched your fists with a newfound determination, and Vox let out a relieved sigh. You really shouldn’t scare him like that, not when he was so close to having you securely within his grasp. Willingly, that is.

If pushed to it, Vox had no qualms over taking you by force.

“Even though I have no idea what he’s like in person, I’d die to meet him. Double die, that is.”

“Ugh, but should I miss my shift for the interview? Or should I plan to go there whenever Boss gives me a break next?”

It was practically torture, watching you go back and forth between decisions, leaving Vox feeling like he was watching the finale of ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Girlfriend, So What?’, and it had left him on the cruelest cliffhanger he could’ve possibly manifested in the history of shitty melodramas.

You hadn’t even decided what you were even going to wear, and you were already rethinking your afterlife’s choices.

Oh, shit...

Your once relaxed state was all but diminished when you realized that simply showing up to the interview wasn’t going to cut it. You had to dress to impress to land this job.

After all, Vox's reputation was the peak of excellence, perfection at its finest, and the company's interviewers would probably have you executed on the spot if you dared to show up in tattered sweatpants and your favorite hoodie.

You rushed over to your dresser, throwing out any articles of clothing you deemed inappropriate for the interview.

Finally, you settled on a plain midnight blue form-fitting blouse with a black ascot, and a black pencil skirt that you had bought for your uniform at the diner. You never wore it much, of course, with all the sleazy customers you’d attract, but you thought it was cute, anyway.

With a satisfied hum, you laid out the outfit upon your desk, and with a relieved sigh, fell right back into bed with your phone on the lowest brightness possible.

You then scrolled the endless crimson twilight away with half-lidded eyes until you slowly drifted off to sleep, leaving Vox alone to his thoughts once more.

Upon seeing your dozing form, Vox made the drone hover for just a few more moments to watch you drift off into a blissful sleep.

He promptly called it back, and once again, the poor drone worked overtime to return to its Master, and its battery was nearly completely spent as it landed in Vox's claws.

Sharp, neon-dipped fingers tampered with the device for a moment, searching for the gold mine of footage he had recorded. He tossed the video onto his monitor's screen, and the file loaded and saved instantly into his precious folder.

A warmth crept up his chest as he laid back in his chair, a conniving grin stretching its way onto his features.

The familiar smugness of sure victory, and the honey-sweet bitterness of whatever spell you had put him under had left his heart aching. You may have been prone to your midday daydreaming, but they couldn't compare to Vox's ambitious fantasies of you and him together.

And tomorrow, you'd be all his. His personal assistant, clad in that tight little uniform that had him frothing at the mouth for you.

And speaking of which...

Vox's retinas pulled up different images of uniforms and color-coordinated outfits that perfectly matched his likeness and style.

Indeed, when Vox was done with you, you'd be a spitting image of him, every facet and aspect of you fashioned for him, and him alone.

Every demon in Hell would know exactly who you belonged to, from the marks that would line your shoulders and thighs, to the pleated blue skirt and coattails that he'd have Velvet fashion, just for you.

She'd look stunning in my colors...

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Alright, I promise, I SWEAR WE'RE GETTING THERE-

I needed to use this chapter to build up the plot's structure, since the first chapters tend to be little concepts of what I want the rest of the story to be about. I promise, ON MY MOTHER that next chapter we will be seeing more Vox x Reader content in chapter three, especially since the tv demon brainrot is invading and corrupting my brain cells rn 😓

As always, thanks for reading! And once again, my taglist is always below, so please comment there to be tagged!

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ihatepeanutss · 3 months

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cause when you know, you know

everyone had realized that steve was hopelessly in love with you and you with him, you were simply the two fools in love in not realizing it

warnings: fem reader! steve’s love language is acts of service, fluff, inspire on lana song’s margaret bcs when you know you know ♡ reader being steve’s girl

the first person to notice was eleven, according to his words he had never seen steve so attentive to someone, not since nancy.

they had organized a small meeting to be able to watch movies on the great harrington television, nancy had attended and jonathan too, practically all were there.

“steve will come in a moment” robin entered the room with a bowl of pop corn and cans of coca cola, his gaze went to you and pointed to the kitchen with his head “ask that if you want iced or unfrozen coca cola, ice apart-“

“uhm, it doesn’t matter” you answered from your place, the individual sofa that steve had made Eddie give you as soon as you get home after work, with a book on your lap you watched Robin nod

robin walked to the kitchen and saw the small bowls full of sweets, steve was not someone sweet, he liked peanuts, pringles and pretzels, clearly this was not for him but he knew your favorite sweets.

m&m, only the yellow and green ones, sugary gummies that only sold in family video and some licorice cut in half, sweets that the children would not pay attention to if steve had made two different types of popcorn.

robin took out two more cans and noticed a fourth, fifth and sixth can of a different color... sugar-free coke, it was silver and different from the regular one

“something else?” the redhead raised her eyebrows towards her best friend and he denied

“no, i just wanted you to take that and take it” steve extended the potatoes and some pretzels “the beers are outside, max has his sandwiches and-“ steve interrupted himself before taking out the can of coke zero, a glass and in another ice to put them on the wooden tray next to the candies.

eleven was an observer, she liked to look, read people, analyze and then judge alone or with someone, lately she was max, the freckled redhead who was recovering from her last most recent injury, her broken wrist thanks to skateboarding.

“steve spends a lot of time in the kitchen whenever we come here” Max murmured taking a handful of popcorn, it was his conversation with him, soft and safe.

“steve wants to impress y/n” eleven replied without looking up at the magazine he had on his lap and heard Max laugh softly “he was serious, max”

max looked up and watched you carefully, you were reading one of your favorite books while you bit your fingers, steve had picked you up at work. the book store that they had opened a few months ago and you had taken care of being there since its inauguration.

max watched steve come out of the kitchen with the tray and with robin behind with more food, the tray full of sweets, different sweets that she would not eat in her life, maybe dustin if they gave her money but in her life they would touch a licorice, a coke zero. ice but with ice in a glass.

“you don’t eat licorice, dustin hates the m&m, dobin hates the reese and no one eats those,” eleven murmured as he let out a sigh before laughing.

they heard you thank steve and max let out a loud sigh to look at lucas “why aren’t you like that?”

robin watched eddie and eddie watched robin before letting out a laugh at the same time while still seeing steve eating from his pretzel while he was looking at a magazine you had brought for him.

robin was really the first to realize it, but nancy and jonathan were officially the second to notice it.

you work was not so far from the newspaper from where she worked together with jonathan, it was close to the center but far from where you lived and where you spent the most time, steve’s house and the byers.

you had a car but you used your bike mostly in your morning and afternoon shifts but Steve hated you to use your white bike at night, especially when he knew your shortcuts to get there, the forest or the road.

“isn’t that steve?” jonathan pointed to steve’s car parked and completely turned off, in front of your work. “well, his car”

nancy nodded as she began to walk with jonathan, Will and Eleven towards the book store, with the “CLOSED” sign on the glass and the lights on she could see you on the floor with books around while steve moved some boxes

“what is he doing?” will questioned before he felt steps next to him

“helping her with the inventory” robin responded looking at them with bags in his hands, food to take away “and y/n she has to do the inventory at least twice a week and steve comes to help her”

“i didn’t even make the inventory in family video or at dinner” nancy spoke raising her eyebrow and Robin nodded

“i know, steve hates doing the inventory but y/n? she loves it” robin replied looking at the four curious people waiting for more answers “....while she makes the inventory she makes three rows, the ones she wants to buy, the ones she will read between shifts and the ones that steve and i may like”

“steve’s reads?” jonathan joked and robin laugh

“no, he doesn’t but for her she does” the redhead laughed as she began to walk towards the door “see you on friday, guys”

when she disappeared from their views, eleven looked at nancy and will a jonathan, they had talked about it, but it was a very on the table to joke.

“i can’t believe it...steve is in love,” jonathan murmured, “he’s in love with a girl who seems to easily reject him if she want it ”

“i know” eleven murmured raising her shoulders and nancy laughed

eddie was the one who made dustin notice it, it wasn’t really much work

“why are we going to steve’s house at this time? we should be on our way to the record store, eddie” dustim complained as he let out a really frustrated sigh

“i have to take my toolbox to Harrington, he called me before leaving and he has saved my ass many times” eddie replied looking at the road “i wonder why i needed it”

“fix something, genius” dustin spoke in an obvious tone before receiving a blow to the back of his neck “ouch”

when he arrived at the Harrington house, Eddie left and Dustin’s curiosity followed him until he ended up in his yard, your white bicycle was lying on the floor while steve rebuilt his light brown artificial straw basket.

“there you are” eddie took his toolbox and put it on the floor looking at the bicycle on the floor “what happened here?”

“i’m fixing y/n’s bike, she mentioned that it had no maintenance and i’m checking it” steve responded calmly by repairing the bicycle

“and...why don’t you take her to the store? eddie pue-“ dustin was going to continue but his gaze landed on you, sitting on the glass patio table under the umbrella with a flower dress, glasses, a coke with ice and reading a book “hey y/n!”

“hello dustin!” you smiled raising your gaze “hello eddie” showing your teeth you smiled again and steve looked at the boys finishing the basket he had made

“thank you for the eddie tools; I owe you one” steve smiled slightly before looking at the tires of the bicycle “I will stop by the store to inflate the tires, will it be wayne ?”

“the old man lives in that place since we opened it” eddie joked before hitting dustin “we’re leaving, enjoy your evening, guys”

“that was-“ dustin began to talk and Eddie nodded.

“every two or three weeks” eddie raised his shoulders as if nothing “yes, it’s not the bicycle, he carries the y/n car and makes us crash it four or five times”

“but y/n doesn’t have a driver’s license” dustin spoke by opening the passenger seat “ah- ouuh I understand”

“how could you notice that about steve?” eddie questioned by turning on the car

“steve cares about everyone, even you,” dustin simply replied, “seeing him do this is normal”

“uhm as if i had ever brought you a source exclusively of sweets on movie night” eddie annoyed dustin

max, lucas, joyce and hopper were the next, four to realize.

“does anyone know when steve will arrive? i need him to show us the way to be able to go quietly in joyce’s car with the children” hopper approached jonathan and he gently denied

joyce told every human being that she would go, max, lucas, dustin, will, mike érica, and eleven check, robin, nancy, jonathan and eddie check, y/n and steve, no check.

“two of all of them here are missing, and one of them owns the place,” joyce reported as she watched everyone deny

“y/n works today” max spoke while eating his chips “afternoon shift”

as if it were magic, steve’s car was parked on the sidewalk of the hoppers as he went out and opened the back seat and you left the co-driver’s seat to open the trunk.

“i’m sorry for the late, i couldn’t close the door and steve had to help” you apologized by taking the suitcases of max, érica, dustin and lucas to put them away to approach joyce and give her a hug.

“steve went to work for you?” hopper question and you nodded

“i didn’t take my bike, it was going to take up a lot of space in the trunk and no suitcase was going to fit,” you replied receiving the drink that steve extended to you, “are we going?”

both joyce and hopper always had a small space for steve, who had given his body, strength and sacrifice in addition to sweat and blood for those children without control. this was new news for joyce, who kept in touch with steve weekly

“don’t say anything, we know,” jonathan responded by looking at you getting into the car with the help of steve, closing the co-pilot’s door before getting in the car and asking the boys something.

max and lucas were the ones who noticed the tension, steve was the one who guided the road, three stops to go to the bathroom and in all of them he went to the store to buy you something, anything but he came out with a bag and if he remembered something for them too, a stop at a hamburger restaurant and he was the one who asked for your order and paid.

small actions that showed great feelings was what max in the middle of the road while you were sleeping and steve had turned down the music.

you used to be very reserved in the group, you joined thanks to your closeness with dustin but you never knew what happened until max was the one who called you to go to the byers’ house because they needed help with a problem.

the problem was steve harrington beaten by billy, from there you started to frequent and now you were the center of the universe for steve.

it didn’t matter who wanted to go out with steve, him was watching you.

the moon wanted the attention of the sun but the sun was very focused on the earth.

♡.

who spilled the drop of the vessel was érica, she was the youngest of the group but the most daring, fast and intelligent, she had the ability to put things in their place and make people uncomfortable if she wanted to.

like now, great barbecue, excellent attention, you hated the sun and although steve convinced you to go out you decided to stay close to joyce and hopper while you read a book and talked with joyce and from time to time with robin when you put a blocker on his face.

eddie took the hot dog that steve asked him for and érica watched him, he watched you while you were talking to joyce but steve was focusing on you.

“when will you tell her that you’re dying for her?” erica spoke making even nancy stop doing what she was doing from where she was not far from the pool, steve under her sunglasses and observed érica “what?”

“what about what? what are you talking about, girl? i’m not in love with y/n” steve bit his hot dog “we’re just friends”

“you do things for her” érica rubbed her in the face

“i do things for everyone” steve defended himself foolishly

“can you fix my bike?” dustin looked at steve and he denied

“of course not, take her to eddie’s store, he can see her,” steve replied rolling his eyes and everyone looked at him... he fixed and checked your bike biblically every two weeks “oh come on, i’ll do more things for everyone”

“we worked two years in family video and a summer in scoops today, you never made the inventory,” robin pointed out, judging him

“you’ve never removed the nuts from my deliveries and I’m allergic to them” dustin did the same

“or you’ve never almost run out of a place when we call you and ask for a pull to any side” lucas continued

“since i met you, the only time you told me a candy was by mistake,” eleven said.

“here the important thing is that steve reads for that girl” jonathan murmured still surprised at what he hear

“do you want to hear something more cheesy?” robin looked defiantly at steve and then at Jonathan when the seat “he bought her the row of books that she made that night from the inventory”

steve let out a sigh and looked at everyone giving them good points about the fact that he was in love with you and went crazy about your existence, they were right but he was afraid of a very internal one that he didn’t want to admit.

“well, i like her,” steve acknowledged, “but not because i like her, i taake care of her, she is practically alone here and-“ steve was going to continue but eddie interrupted him

“shhhh- hey and/n what’s going on?” eddie looked at your heels, because you liked those beach heels and they were beautiful and pink, also a gift from steve

“joyce and i will go for something and i need the keys, sir” you went to steve and he nodded getting up from the floor starting to walk with you towards his jacket “all right?

“yes, so-....uhm, can we talk later? when everyone is in their rooms” the chestnut asked as he handed out the keys to you and you nodded

“when will you tell him that you are in love with him?” joyce questioned you as soon as they left the house and got in the car “hey, don’t look at me like that”

your relationship with the people who were your family was not satisfactory enough for you and joyce was the closest thing to a maternal figure.

“i’m not in love with steve” you murmured looking at steve’s car, every night shift steve went to your work in pajamas, red checkered pants or his gray divers and a black t-shirt to pick you up and leave you at home safe and sound, he didn’t care that your bike dirtyed its trunk upholstery “….well maybe”

“honey , you can lie to me or try, i, joyce maldonado i can assure you that you have to do it now” joyce spoke while driving “i met hopps when i was approximately twelve years old, in high school I fell in love with him and when i rejected him for my children’s father we didn’t meet again until after 20 years old” she expressed vaguely

“if your point was to encourage me, you’re not neuron successful”

“my point is... don’t stay where i stay, maybe my destiny was to have my two wonderful children but hopper was the one who was closer to them than his own father, i never gave myself the opportunity to look at him with other eyes of ‘it’s just a friend’s just a friend’t takes you at two in the morning because of cravings or because of your contractions he takes you to the hospital” Joyce river softly “when you know, you know, honey”

“steve is the only person i have here” you acknowledged “recognizing that i like it is uhm. betray what i told myself when i met him and saved me from that crack when the mall happened. i couldn’t afford to be alone again”

“and i know that now i have eddie and robin but no one like steve, steve- steve is very sweet to me, even when we were at school, everyone was too kind to me even when i was only with Jonathan” you continued and joyce nodded

“just remember it, honey, when you know you know”

when you know, you know.

steve kept his word when he said he wanted to talk to you when no one was around.

the country house belonged to his parents but he had obtained permission to take it for a few days and the yard was his favorite place in the house, later there was a small wooden kazeebo and that’s where you were waiting for him, biting your lips and nails from anxiety.

“hey, i’m sorry for make you wait” steve smiled showing the moderately large paper bag “i had to go for this without anyone seeing it”

you nodded nervously, you felt that you were going to pee in your pants and that you would have to sink into the bathtub in the bathroom in your room, because steve gave you his room in the house.

“steve, we have to talk well- i, i have to talk” you moved your gaze towards steve before playing with your hands “joyce is right”

“hopper is right,” steve murmured back.

“to let my feelings eat me is a good idea for my mental and emotional health, the last thing I want is to lose you because you are my best friend and probably the only one i can count on because Eddie never answers calls and- god verbal vomiting, i’m sorry, steve harrington i like you”

you expected a ‘i only see you as friends’ ‘but you are a little sister to me’ never expecting for

“i feel exactly the same for you,” steve replied, looking at you open your eyes in surprise, making him laugh, “all right?”

“pffff of course....no” you laughed nervously while you let out a laugh again “now what do you do?”

“i haven’t been in a relationship since I was seventeen” steve responded by raising his shoulders getting closer to you and wrapping your arm around your shoulder attracting you towards the “but i brought this”

“did you bring my dignity?” normally those were your jokes and he was very aware of them but he denied

“i bringed sweets and something for you, i would usually have given it to you in front of robin or the boys but there is something they can’t see” steve murmured as you let out a laugh and took the paper bag

in addition to sweets there was a small detail in a pink invitation, valentine’s day was approaching and you were thinking of sleeping all day but steve’s plans were different.

“Dinner for two. 19 PM. formal clothes”

you laugh before kissing steve’s cheek and taking a pack of reese and taking a bite.

“i hated the plans you told me you would do on valentine’s day and if this didn’t happen i planned to force you to leave the house” steve commented taking the reede pedrizo that you gave him “do you accept?”

“i accept to be your valentine’s day, harrington,” you answered by getting closer to him, steve took your legs by placing them on his lap and your body on his arm.

“how?” steve asked softly, “what did you talk to joyce?”

steve also talked to hopper, in fact he was forced by him while you weren’t with joyce and the boys had already had fun bothering him

“rather know you who talked to hopps” you murmured softly and he raised his shoulders

“about knowing when you know it perfectly and you don’t want to admit it” steve murmured about your syen and leaving a soft kiss to hug you again.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x bookworm reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington thoughts #joe keery #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bambi’s fics

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thearcanagame · 2 months

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🍕🍍 What would be the M6 most cursed food combination? (the "pickle + ice cream" kind of thing) Not judging, i'd even be the first one to try! 🍨🥒

Muriel: apples with salt and pepper

Julian: pickles and peanut butter

Asra: pringles with whipped cream

Portia: fries dipped in milkshake

Lucio: strawberries and cheese sauce

Nadia: honey on pizza

#ask arcana

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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Eddie and Argyle:Hell or High Water-Operation Mary-Jane (Blurb)

Summary:On a road trip across the states two stoners come across a new furry friend.

basically based on this text post, that I couldn't very much leave alone without writing a little something for

Word Count:761

Masterlist

“Dude I am telling you, Jonathan is way into this Nancy chick. All he ever does is talk about her.” Argyle chuckled from where he was sitting beside Eddie in the driver’s seat of his van. Eddie liked Argyle. The pair had actually bonded pretty quickly after Argyle had come down to Hawkins with the rest of the Byers’ family.

“No way man. I saw how she was with Harrington with my own eyes, there’s something going on there.” Eddie refutes with a scoff.

“Well I guess only time will tell, my friend.” Argyle smiles.

Eddie slows down as he approaches a gas station. He’d been driving for a few hours at this point and his fuel gauge was beginning to dip low.

“Gotta fill ‘er up” Eddie notes as he pulls into the station.

“Alright, I want to get out and stretch my legs anyway.”

The pair get out of the van and Eddie begins to fill up his van from the gas pump, before heading inside to pay.

“Alright, I'm heading inside, you want anything?” Eddie shouts out to Argyle.

“Yeah, grab me a Pepsi?”

“You got it, man” Eddie smirks, flicking up finger guns.

Argyle wanders around the gas station court for a few minutes, and as he does his attention is caught by the sound of some gentle mews coming from a cardboard box just behind the station.

Peering down to look inside the box, there curled up is a tiny little kitten. Its tabby stripes are a little fuzzy and unkempt.

“Hey there little one, did someone leave you here?” Argyle asks softly as he crouches down by the box. The kitten’s tiny little ears perk up at the sound of his voice.

The kitten mews in response once more, as Argyle looks around to see if there’s anyone else around. Nope, nobody, apart from him, Eddie and the gas station attendant.

“Alright, I got us pringles, twizzlers, snickers, a Pepsi for you, and a Dr. Pepper for me.” Eddie says lifting up a small plastic bag in the air as he makes his way out of the door.

“Shh, dude you're gonna scare her.” Argyle hushes from where he's still crouched down by the side of a cardboard box on the floor.

“Scare who?” Eddie asks.

“I've made a new friend.” Argyle answers, stepping back enough for Eddie to see the kitten.

Eddie's eyes soften on the tiny little cat. She looked so small and helpless in that big cardboard box.

Judging by the way that there was no food or water left out for her, Eddie assumed that the people at the gas station had no idea about her. The fact that the only other thing in the box was a scraggy piece of towel, didn't fill Eddie with confidence. Whoever it was that dumped her here likely wasn't coming back for her any time soon.

“Pick her up and let's get out of here before someone notices.” Eddie says.

“What?”

“Well we can't just leave her here, dude? What if something happens to her?”

“ Just pick her up? Like with my hands?” Argyle says, his eyebrows drawing up.

“Yeah” Eddie assures. “My uncle Wayne used to have a cat, black and white thing called Humphrey Bogart-we used to call him ‘Bogie’, so I know how to handle them, you've just got to be gentle.”

“Your uncle had a cat with a last name?” Argyle asked, turning to look at Eddie in confusion.

“Doesn’t matter. Just slip your hand under her belly, and carefully pick her up, don’t be nervous.”

“Like this?” Argyle asks, carefully picking up the tiny kitten and wrapping in the scrap of towel from the box.

“Yeah now let’s get back into the van before anyone sees us and tries to arrest us for cat-napping.” Eddie flicks his eyes around to see if there are any CCTV cameras which to his relief there’s not. It’s only a small gas station, so I guess people aren’t too worried about what goes on. It’s not like Eddie needs another offence to add to his ever-stacking list of misdemeanours.

The boys manage to successfully get back into the van and pull away without being seen, and the kitten that is comfort curled up in Argyle’s lap purrs happily as it sleeps.

“That’s it MJ, you just make yourself comfortable.” Argyle smiles.

“MJ?”

“Yeah, Mary-Jane. MJ for short.” Argyle answers confidently. “What? She has to have a name, dude.”

Eddie chuckles. Just what every all-American road trip needs. Two stoners and a tiny kitten.

@reidsbtch @trashmouth-richie @rebelfell @reysorigins @sunnythespookyghost @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @onegirlmanytales @mrsjellymunson

#Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson fluff #argyle stranger things #Argyle stranger things fluff #Eddie Munson x Argyle #edgyle #stranger things fanfiction #Stranger things fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #argyle x reader #Argyle 🍕

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dans1earring · 2 months

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We're All Doomed

• Half of you dressed up like slutty emos for halloween

• And now a tiny piece of my problem is inside all of you

• Polyamorous Lesbian Grandma

• Fuck no! hell yeah sister! Give me that money bitch

• Big titty goth girlfriend

• Conspiracy Theory Madlibs

• Put the crisps down faggots

• He can seize my means of production

• I'm an eccentric theatrical homosexual

• A delicious vicious cycle

• Do your problems feel insignificant, that's coz we are insignificant!

• Dani's declassified apocalypse survival guide

• The other way babe

• Then we need a JUDGE

• Alexander & Sergei immense homoerotic tension

• I would let Sherlock crack my widdle wide open *gavel knock*

• Optimistically Nihilistic Epithet

• Persistent Resistance

• We have the opportunity to make the world a better place. You never know when someone in your life is suffering in silence/ what someone else is going through/ might need it

• You might feel trapped in your situation, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to get out! I could say we're all doomed, but that isn't courageous, its cowardly. It's the easy way out

• Look for the joy in everyday life

• Embrace the void, and have the courage to exist

Super emotional and constantly laughing screaming and cried at the end

VIOLENTLY SOBBING TO ALL STAR

After Party

• Meerc*nt ~ in sign language

• This was the highlight of my life and the most important thing I've ever done

Petrol station order

Lucazade original

Sour cream and onion pringles

Fruit pastilles

Vanilla coke

Walkers prawn cocktail max crisps

Sour wine gums

Green room rider

-2x Bananas and a redbull

-haribo and pickled onion monster munch

#my notes app after watching wad #we're all doomed #dan and phil #wad #dan howell #phil lester #dan and phil games

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insideliascrazyhead · 6 months

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The great expressions of High & Low 10

It´s too dangerous to go and fight alone.Here take the strawberry full of weapons.

„Oh great!Do I get siblings too?!Wait!No one we know from Hope Hill right?!I will not live with Yasushi and I can´t date my step brother so Tsukasa is out too right?RIGHT?!Mom please!Speak to me MoThEr!!!“

„We´re so gonna need to walk home after that fight don´t we?“

„We could totally get killed man.“

„Yeah,so what?Do we gotta walk home tho?Cause I really don´t wanna!"

Murayama:„Seki,my dear buddy,now tell me,why Cobra-chan needs to be there when we fight?“

Seki:--- Furuya:Because Murayama doesn´t wanna die alone. Murayama:Exactly!Murayama doesn´t wanna die alone!That´s why my future husband who doesn´t know he´s my husband yet,is gonna need to be there.

„I´m speaking 4 languages but right now I´m judging you in 9“

The four heavenly Kings:Gonna scream a war cry,Leading towards great revenge,no thoughts just vibing,fancy Lóreal in leather zombie

„I wonder how often I will be able to punch Yasushi until I need to pull out his teeth from my knuckles?“

„Guess those sorry losers are gonna be single like a pringle at home tonight,cause I´m gonna go to a party.“

„I look like death“

„Cobra you always look like death.That´s your mental health issues.“

„Not now Yamato,I think I will go and piss blood.“

„We can´t mansplain,manipulate or manslaughter our way out of that one,so manwhore it is!“

„Cobra,no!The last time you said that you we´re gone for nine days,came back with so many hickeys that we thought someone tried to beat you to death and your clothing was ripped!What ever happened there was probably so kinky too!You just sat in the diner,staring into the distance,downing tequila for two hours before reacting to us screaming at you!So leave it be.“ "Nah,that shit was fun.I´m gonna do it anyways."

#high and low #high and low the worst #murayama yoshiki #ichigo milk #oshiage #hanaoka fujio #shibaman #tsuji #todoroki yosuke #housen academy #ueda sachio #odajima yuken #shida kenzo #jinkawa #tsukasa takajo #oya high #high and low cobra

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heatherfield · 1 year

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I got fifty hours of community service, and then Devlyn stayed and helped Judge Pringle start a YouTube channel. Hope you’re happy.

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 5 “The Chaos in Court” [x]

Bonus:

#headless: a sleepy hollow story #headlessedit #ichabod crane #matilda bishop #brom bones #abraham van brunt #sinead persaud #sean persaud #gabe greenspan #shipwrecked comedy #the way brom says 'thrust' always kills me #and i love watching everyone's expressions they're all golden #my edits #gifs

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atty-goldstein · 2 years

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The Heads and their contributions to the mission

Gravy Davy Crowbones

The sea log and all the info in it

half of the map of Storms Inn

Juniper’s pendant which was half of the key to the Storms Inn basement

similar to Henrietta in that they’re both seafarers

cockblocking Ichabod and Kat on their date

Max Lee

vast and comprehensive knowledge and grasp of history

hinted at the sleeping ivy in the theater by trying to smoke it

account of the blonde Woman in White

Devlyn Versace

befriended Judge Pringle kinda

got Ichabod in community service, which led to Ichabod cracking open Crayon’s safe

the code for the discount on Ichabod’s new bike, Gunpowder

Anne Tarry

revealed that Baltus was actually evil and that Dr. Crayon was an accomplice

distracted the Van Tassels so Bromtilda can find clues and get married which led to them finding the other half of Gravy Davy’s map

Bruce McConnell

Hot Takes with Bruce McConnell (idk I feel bad about not putting anything)

Paulie Tahoe

the entire Heist

outwitted Lucretia so the gang can get into the Storms Inn basement (cuz had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have gotten in, after finding out how skilled Lucretia actually is)

kept Kat away from the basement shrine

got the key to Douffe and Crayon’s place

Diedrich Knickerbocker

the one Ichabod has his first and last scene with

bops every time he showed up

used Oldstyle as a distraction to free Ichabod and Brom

full story of Kat’s death

from bard, to a head for Ichabod’s ghost roomie, to actually being Ichabod’s ghost roomie

#headless #headless: a sleepy hollow story #shipwrecked comedy

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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more brainrot because steve harrington is love steve harrington is life

if you work at family video with him y’all aren’t getting anything done. sorry but it’s true—

you’re just trying to do your job and sort through the returned movies and steve is behind you with his arms draped over your shoulders either judging someone’s movie taste or taking one from the box so you can have a last minute movie night. 10/10 takes the blame from keith if you do anything wrong but it’s okay because you do the same for him <3 (robin blames you both for any mistakes she makes, in a loving way)

*cracks knuckles* y'all ain't ready for this.

you sigh as you rewound third tape for today. this would be so much easier if they had a machine for this or something. you smile at the thought of talking to dustin into making one, maybe you can even pay him. if he ends up doing it he could probably start a business, i better get some credit for the idea, you thought.

too lost in your own thoughts you failed to hear steve come up behind you. you jumped slightly when you felt his arms wrap around you, relaxing once you saw realized it was him.

"how do you look so hot while working?" he questioned.

"babe, what? i'm literally rewinding tapes."

he hummed and pressed a kiss to your neck. "yeah but you look good doing it."

you shivered at the touch of his lips and gently nudged him off.

"steve stop at work!"

"so? that didn't stop you in the- oof!"

"shut up! someone could walk in!"

steve rolled his eyes and turned you around to face him. "yeah right, who's gonna rent a movie on a tuesday afternoon?"

the bell above the door dinged and you pushed steve away from you with a red hue on your face.

"hey y/n! hey steve!" will said walking in.

el followed close behind him waving at you two with a smile on her face.

"hey guys!" max said walking in behind them. the rest of the group walked in throwing greetings your way.

"of course they'd show up." steve said with a sigh. "hey! don't go back there!"

"hey y/n why did you switch the comedy and romance section?" keith asked with a can of pringles in his hand. of course he chose sour cream and onion today.

"because that's what you told me to move?"

keith sighed and shook his head. you held your breath and tried not to gag when you couldn't hold it any longer.

"no, i didn't."

"yes you did? i remember you-"

"ah keith, my bad man i switched them."

keith rolled his eyes and turned to steve. he leaned in closely looking at him up and down with narrowed eyes.

"hey there." steve whispered and gave a tight lipped smile.

"i don't like you steve." keith said then backed away. "just fix it." he said while walking off.

steve looked at you with eyes and shook his head. "you owe me big time." he said while shivering and wiping his face off.

"i'd kiss you, but you smell real bad"

robin rushed to both of you tapes scooped up in her arms. "steve! take this hurry!"

"shit robin! why'd you grab so many."

robin tried to catch her breath as she pat steve's back. "i'll pay you back. i swear, scouts honor. i mean, i've never even a scout but i always wanted to be. that's gotta count right?"

"robin what are you talking about-"

"WHO DROPPED THREE BOXES OF TAPES!?" keith shouted.

you sped walked past them but froze when you saw steve holding tapes in his arms.

"i'll miss you babe." you said while giving him a salute.

steve looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "why does this happen to me?"

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader

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cat-dad-cyder · 3 months

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Tagged by: @vendigool

I don't really have anyone to tag Soo

Last song: Falling for Ya - from "Teen Beach Movie"/Soundtrack Version (don't judge me)

Currently watching: Moon girl and Devil Dinosaur season 2 (it's good, go watch it!)

Three Ships: (from the show I'm watching?? I don't really have anyone there..)

Fav color: Persian Green!

Currently eating: chocolate Christmas candy leftovers lmao

Relationship status: Single like a Pringle and surprisingly happy teehee

Last Movie: JJK 0 (it's a movie right??)

Currently working on: studying for an exam (lmao)

#silly things #i got tagged #rambles #thanks mutuals #everday #idk how to tag this

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 10 months

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Alabama Republicans, under orders of the U.S. Supreme Court to redraw congressional districts to give minority voters a greater voice in elections, rejected calls Monday to craft a second majority-Black district and proposed a map that could test what is required by the judges’ directive.

Lawmakers must adopt a new map by Friday after the high court in June affirmed a three-judge panel’s ruling that Alabama’s existing congressional map — with a single Black district out of seven statewide — likely violated the Voting Rights Act. In a state where more than one in four residents is Black, the lower court panel had ruled in 2022 that Alabama should have another majority-Black congressional district or something “close to it” so Black voters have the opportunity to “elect a representative of their choice.”

Republicans, who have been resistant to creating a certain Democratic district, proposed a map that would increase the percentage of Black voters in the 2nd congressional district from about 30% to nearly 42.5%, wagering that will satisfy the court’s directive.

House Speaker Pro Tempore Chris Pringle, who serves as co-chairman of the state redistricting committee, said the proposal complies with the order to provide a district in which Black voters have the “opportunity to elect the representative of their choice.”

“The goal here, for me, was to provide an opportunity for African-Americans to be elected to Congress in the second congressional district,” Pringle said.

However, the National Redistricting Foundation, one of the groups that backed challenges to the Alabama map, called the proposal “shameful” and said it would be challenged.

“It is clear that Alabama Republicans are not serious about doing their job and passing a compliant map, even in light of a landmark Supreme Court decision,” said Marina Jenkins, executive director of the National Redistricting Foundation.

She called that a pattern seen throughout the state’s history “where a predominately white and Republican legislature has never done the right thing on its own, but rather has had to be forced to do so by a Court.”

The Permanent Legislative Committee on Reapportionment approved the proposal in a 14-6 vote that fell along party lines. The proposal was introduced as legislation Monday afternoon as lawmakers convened a special session to adopt a new map by a Friday deadline set by the three-judge panel. House Speaker Nathaniel Ledbetter said he believes the new district will be a swing district that could elect either a Democratic candidate or a Republican.

“I think that the models will show that it could go either way, probably. I think all the court’s asked for was a fair chance. I certaintly think that map does it. I don’t think there’s any question about that,” Ledbetter said.

Democrats accused Republicans of rushing the process and thwarting the court’s directive.

Sen. Vivian Davis Figures, a Democrat from Mobile, said the court was clear that the state should create a second majority-Black district or something close to it.

“42% is not close to 50. In my opinion 48, 49 is close to 50,” Figures said. She had urged colleagues to adopt a proposal by the plaintiffs in the Supreme Court case that would make the 2nd district 50% Black.

Under the Republican plan, the state would continue to have one majority Black district, which is now represented by Rep. Terri Sewell. The Black voting age population of that district would drop from about 55% to 51.6%

Rep. Chris England, a Democrat from Tuscaloosa, said he also doesn’t think the GOP proposal would satisfy the court’s directive. He said Republican lawmakers pushed through their proposal without a public hearing or producing an analysis of the partisan leanings of the district.

“The map that we adopted, nobody had any input on. There was no public input on it, not subject to a public hearing — and now it’s going to be the map of choice,” England said.

Deuel Ross, a lawyer with the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund who argued the case before the Supreme Court, said they will challenge the proposal if it is enacted by the Alabama Legislature.

“Any plan with a low Black voting age population does not appear to comply with the Court’s instruction,” Ross wrote in an email.

Partisan politics underlies the looming redistricting fight. A higher percentage of Black voters increases the chances that a the seat will switch from GOP to Democratic control.

Pollster Zac McCrary said predicting a district’s partisan leanings depends on a number of metrics, but “getting a district too far below the mid 40s in terms of Black voter composition could certainly open the door for Republicans.”

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justaquirkyfangirl · 2 years

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She's My Girlfriend - Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Chapter 6)

Sebastian Smythe x Fem!Reader (Posted on Wattpad)

Summary:

"What are you doing?!"

"We knew you guys were up to no good!"

"What are you talking about, she's my girlfriend!"

"Wait, girlfriend?" "Huh?" "I thought you were gay..?"

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I was over at Rachel's house with Kurt and he was discussing fashion with her, trying to get her to switch things up more.

"Seriously Rachel, that sweater you wore yesterday is so last season and it totally clashed with the skirt! We've got to help you switch things up. I propose an emergency shopping trip this Saturday. What do you think?" Kurt asks while the three of us lay across Rachel's bed.

"Ooh! Yes, I am totally in! I can't wait to see the look on Finn's face when he sees me!" Rachel squealed and clapped her hands together.

"N/n?" Kurt asks.

"I'm sorry guys but I can't make it." I say as they whine and protest. "I know, I know but I'm super busy that night."

"Fine, I guess we'll just have to go without you then." Kurt teases as I just roll my eyes playfully.

"I promise next time though, and we'll even go out to eat too!" I say cheerfully as we all break out into laughter. "Anyway, how are things with you and Blaine?"

"Amazing, we recently bonded over Wicked and how ridiculous 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians' is. Oh my god, he's just so, so perfect." Kurt fawns.

"You know what you should do? You guys should definitely go on a double date together! That would be so cute!" I exclaim excitedly.

"Not without you little Miss 'single as a pringle'." Kurt tells me, looking at me pointedly. "Speaking of, maybe now is a good time to tell us about that boy you were totally texting in Glee. Right Rachel?" Rachel nods her head, knowingly.

I scoffed at the two, "Look there is no boy. I wasn't texting a guy!"

"Then why were you looking at your phone all smiley and giggly?" Rachel questions. "You know, whoever this guy is must be pretty special to you. Judging by the way you looked at your phone, you were acting how Kurt and I do with Finn and Blaine. Like you're in love."

I blushed at her comment. Is it really that obvious? Do I really love him? Does he feel the same way..?

"Anywho, since you're not willing to tell us who this mystery guy is, we'll figure it out eventually. But for now, who's up for re-watching 'Heathers'?" Rachel asked the both of us. We all look at each other and our hands shoot up in sync as we all fall back, laughing.

#sebastian smythe #sebastian smythe x fem! reader #glee #glee x reader #grant gustin #grant gustin x reader #warblers #warblers x reader #gleek #will shuester #rachel berry #finn hudson #mercedes jones #blaine anderson #quinn fabray #artie abrams #brittany pierce #santana lopez #kurt hummel

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alwayscryingoverdannyb · 22 days

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long time no personal update? :))

I asked for a promotion and a raise and if all goes well, it should happen by september. my boss however (the one above my direct manager who is great) is a true corporate piece of shit and a weird narcissist who tends to twist whatever I say. also, turns out to get a bonus, all you need to do is complain loudly how much work you have and how busy you are with Important Stuff. THAT's the KPI your efforts are judged by. a person directly from the company management literally said this. noted.

when I found out almost nobody from my team got a bonus I had a serious crisis. I wanted to quit, I wanted to cut my hair, I ate an entire can of pringles in one sitting. but I got up, dusted off, and I try to focus on the good things.

we're going for a teambuilding trip wed-fri to a super nice cabin near mountains so I'm excited for that :)) my liver less so but.... :D it DOES work in terms of making the team grow closer!

there are more cool things lined up for me in the following months (like my trip to Manchester), I got off my mood stabilizing meds so I can now donate blood again, so things are looking up.

I honestly think therapy (I still go abt every 2 months) is helping me deal with my mood swings better - I still do go through the violent emotions but with much less self-hatred for feeling them and with more developed coping mechanisms?

#if bg3 stopped crashing on me inexplicably #making it 100% impossible for me to play and progress the story and join the bandwagon for real #my life would be almost awesome #personal

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ukrfeminism · 1 year

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A young woman due to face trial for having an illegal abortion has had her case dropped after a judge said he was “flabbergasted” it was pursued in the first place.

The 25-year-old, who had an emergency caesarean section last year at 31 weeks, was reported to the police when a clinician found two pills in her body believed to be abortion medication. Her baby was delivered at 4lb 4oz and is now a toddler.

She was later charged with “administering poison with intent to procure a miscarriage” under a law which dates back to 1861. The maximum sentence is life in prison. Last week prosecutors told Oxford crown court that “it is not in the public interest for this case to proceed”. The judge responded that they had been “misconceived” in their pursuit of the case and that the trial would have been a waste of court time.

Jonathan Lord, a spokesman for the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, said: “We are delighted that this case has been dropped. No woman should face the cruelty and distress of an investigation or prosecution for ending a pregnancy or for experiencing pregnancy loss.”

Abortion is only partially decriminalised in England and Wales: those who try to terminate a pregnancy in an unlicensed way are committing a crime.

Earlier this year The Sunday Times uncovered a number of cases in which women had been arrested, charged and in one instance imprisoned for having an abortion, including one woman who obtained the pills from an authorised provider. Campaigners and medical professionals say this has a “chilling” effect on women’s reproductive freedoms and are urging the director of public prosecutions, Max Hill KC, to issue guidance against similar prosecutions, and for parliament to decriminalise abortion entirely.

The 25-year-old woman, whom the Sunday Times is not naming, was charged with unlawfully administering Misoprostol, a labour-inducing medication often used for abortions. She pleaded not guilty.

The Abortion Act 1967 decriminalised abortion within 23 weeks and six days of gestation providing certain conditions are met, such as that continuing with the pregnancy would involve risk to the physical or mental health of the woman or her existing children. There is no time limit for abortions if there is evidence of a fatal foetal abnormality or a significant risk to the mother’s life. Legislation in Northern Ireland is similar, but abortion in the first 12 weeks is permitted for any reason.

The woman said she had been prescribed Misoprostol by a doctor in Portugal, her home country, rather than being authorised by two British clinicians, and said she took them accidentally, thinking they were anti-thrush medication. She was rushed to surgery for an emergency c-section in January last year.

Judge Ian Pringle KC said he was “flabbergasted” that she was being prosecuted. He described the case as “sad and tragic” and the intended trial as a “waste of court time [that] exacerbates the absence of any public interest I can detect in pursuing this prosecution”.

“The judge was absolutely right to express outrage,” said Harriet Wistrich, founder of the Centre for Women’s Justice. “To expend resources on seeking to criminalise a woman caught out by archaic laws shows a cruel and disturbing approach to justice, particularly at a time when our criminal justice system is on the verge of collapse.”

The deputy chief crown prosecutor, Chris Derrick, said that the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) had decided it was not in the public interest to continue with the prosecution, “in light of new information received after the defendant was charged”, including information about the present guardian and health of the child, and “information about any applicable previous medical procedures undertaken by the defendant whilst overseas”.

Derrick continued: “Whilst the evidence in this case met, and continues to meet, our legal test for a prosecution, we concluded it would not be in the public interest to prosecute the defendant because of the impact this could have on the child in this case.”

Clare Murphy, chief executive of the British Pregnancy Advisory Service, said it was the right decision taken at the wrong time. “It’s frankly ludicrous that it has taken this long for the CPS to recognise it.”

She continued: “The law needs to be overhauled so that no more women in these desperate circumstances are ever threatened with prison again.

According to a Sunday Times analysis of Home Office data, 11 people were reported to police last year in England and Wales accused of illegally procuring an abortion. This was up from seven in 2020, eight the year before, and just two in 2018.

“Abortion is healthcare, yet no other healthcare procedure begins its conditions of access in the criminal law,” said the Labour MP Stella Creasy.

Next year another woman will appear in an English court, charged under the Infant Life (Preservation) Act 1929, which states that any person who destroys the life of a child capable of being born alive with intent can be subjected to conviction and can face life in prison.

The woman obtained pills during lockdown from the British Pregnancy Advisory Service under legislation which allowed women up to ten weeks pregnant to receive abortion pills in the post to take at home after a remote consultation. She delivered a 28-week foetus and was reported to the police.

“[The prosecution] remains under constant and careful review,” a CPS spokesman said, “as is the case for all prosecutions.”

Charlotte Proudman, a barrister, is planning on bringing a case against the government under human rights law, arguing that the present legislation is in breach of women’s human rights.

“Abortion shouldn’t be regulated by the CPS,” said Proudman. “There should be a blanket policy that no women should be criminalised for any abortion-related activity. The law needs to be changed.”

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