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runa-falls · 11 months

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scratches and bites - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: Could be a little off-canon for some characters, lots of plot, slight angst, Miguel is an helicopter mom, reader just wants some friends :(

a/n: ok. i didn't realize how much i wanted to put into this chapter so spicy stuff is coming NEXT chapter. promith. i've already written some of it. anyway, i'm glad y'all are enjoying my O'Hara content. I hope this lives up to your expectations lmfao

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. You regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. This is what you've been doing since he swept you away.

w/c: 2.2k

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So being “Spider-Woman” turned out to be harder than you thought. It’s not all swinging from and shooting webs like you imagined. Apparently, there’s a spider-specific physical regimen you’re required to keep up with. Every day.

You’re almost convinced that you’re being hazed into the spider-verse community because you are yet to see anyone else doing upside-down web squats on a 100-story building. Not to mention the life-threatening training simulations you were thrown into as soon as you arrived in Nueva York.

“They can’t hurt you, Kid. They’re holograms.”

“Yeah, that’s what they want you to think O’Hara, but my ass has been kicked enough to prove differently.”

“Alright, well they can’t kill you.”

Miguel has been “training” you for the last few months to become the best Spider-Woman you can be, pushing you harder than you’ve ever been pushed before. Though these days, this “training” is actually just him telling Parker to drill you in whatever he thinks will work.

O’Hara attempted to do it himself for like three days, and it turns out he’s too impatient to take in a spider apprentice or even be in a room where you do anything but exactly what he commands.

You should’ve expected it.

Sure, Miguel is a naturally grumpy man, but you swear he has it out for you. He literally tenses whenever you enter the room and makes sure to barely meet your eyes when he’s forced to talk to you.

Actually, ever since you were dropped in the middle of Spider-Central, O’Hara has been ignoring you. Treating you like the plague. Always making the excuse that he’s too busy with things that are far more important than anything you’d ever have to say. As if he wasn’t the one who forced you to come with him in the first place…

It’s not fair. He was literally all you had.

Months ago, he showed you a side of him, the one that convinced you that he actually brought you here for a reason, but now he can’t even look at you. Sure, you’re a particularly slow learner, and one that never really liked PE, but you deserve some slack. You left everything for him – for them.

Meeting people who’ve gone through similar circumstances as you was quite interesting, to say the least. And it doesn’t stop at people either. Spider cars, dinosaurs, and cats were just the beginning.

You’ve made a few friends. There’s Gwen, a 15 (or was it 16?) -year-old who mostly talks about her friend Miles, music, and…uh, Miles. It’s sweet how she gushes on about some guy without fully realizing how into him she is. Miles sounds great, really great, but you’ll probably never get to meet him because of the number of restrictions placed on your watch. Fucking O’Hara and his parental controls.

Gwen is cool, she plays the drums and can do a bunch of acrobatic things that you’d never even attempt, but she’s also almost a half-decade younger than you. There’s only so much you can talk about before you start getting homesick. Of course, despite her young age, she’s still given more responsibilities and missions than you. If Miguel has one hobby, it would be undermining everything you do.

“She’s been in the game longer than you have.” He always makes that excuse.

And you always counter it with: “But I’m older! I can do more than just scream for help!”

“This isn’t a discussion.” That honestly might be his favorite phrase to shut you up these days. “You’ll be called on when you’re ready, Kid.” And that.

“I am ready. And stop calling me that. I’m not a kid, I’m 20 years old!”

“Yeah, whatever.”

There’s also Peter Parker, your reluctant coach. He’s…something else. Sure, he’s your friend, but he’s more like a substitute teacher and crazy uncle type of guy. Usually, he listens to everything Miguel says, acting like a glorified babysitter, but sometimes, he’s up to bend the rules on some things.

Once he let you visit his dimension, claiming you’d need some real-life experience as a “friendly-neighborhood spider-woman”. You spent that day chasing down petty robbers and helping old ladies cross the road. Sure, it was a small field trip, but that was only the third dimension you’d traveled to at the time.

Parker is also always trying to get you to hold his daughter whenever she comes to work claiming that “it’ll be good for your mental health, trust me.” Of course, for Parker, every day is “bring-your-kid-to-train-the-new-spider-woman-day”. And really, you don’t mind holding her, but not when you’re in the middle of sparing 5 of Doc Ocks tentacles.

The baby is adorable, but you do worry about how she crawls up the walls. Parker doesn’t seem fazed. Actually, neither does O’Hara.

Sometimes you wonder if O’Hara wants kids one day. He certainly handles Mayday like a pro, letting her crawl over his shoulders and paperwork. Would he possibl– No, actually, it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter, because he left you. He’s not – couldn’t even be an option. – Anyway…

Parker and Mayday are nice company and the only real constants in your life, but you really just want to be a consistent part of the team. You don’t know how much longer you can spend your days doing swinging drills and spider crunches (don’t even ask). But Parker has actually been your rock these past months, to give him credit. He’s one of the few people that makes you feel like you belonged in this distorted array of spiders and dimensions.

Then there’s Hobie.

The first time you met him you probably had literal stars in your eyes. Donned with a spiked vest and several facial piercings, he caught your attention right away. He catches everyone’s attention. Even his suit is cooler than everyone else’s with a spiked mohawk that surely gets in the way.

Unfortunately, just as you were hoping to take on the Brit as your mentor for all things spider, he was decidedly off-limits, courtesy of O’Hara. Apparently, his rebellious nature and brash energy make him a “bad influence”.

“Seriously? You should be glad that I’m taking a bigger interest in my training.” You have your hands posted up on your hips, trying to make yourself look bigger than you actually are. Damn, O’Hara and his domineering presence!

He rolls his eyes openly, genuinely already done with the conversation. “Yeah…your ‘training,’ sure.”

“What is that supposed to mean!” You practically whine it out.

“Don’t get distracted gatita, just do as you’re told.”

“Ok, what does that mean? I don’t speak Italian.”

“That was Spanish dumbass.”

Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hanging out with him anyway (though he’s not around as much anymore). Who knew making friends as Spider-Person would be so hard. You’d think you’d have a lot in common with everyone around you, but really, you’re all alone. Sometimes you think the spiders actually resent you deep down because you’re the only one that has never lost anything. Or had anything to lose in the first place.

For now, you’re just moving through a sea of spiders, trying to catch a glimpse of what you’re supposed to be doing here. Trying to figure out why you were chosen over the infinite other versions of you in the multiverse.

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So far you’ve been on 2 and a half missions. The half was when you were forcibly sent home and effectively grounded for a week. Apparently, talking to civilians while standing guard is prohibited, even when they’re selling dip’n’dots. What? It was a long ass mission. And it was hot!

This one is your official third mission. It’s quite simple, in theory. Just travel to Earth-275A, infiltrate a tech lab, pick up some – worryingly volatile – equipment, and go home. Easy.

Except, it didn’t exactly go that way.

It’s just you, Miguel, Gwen, and Jess on this mission. You and Jess were placed on lookout duty (you on the roof and Jess on the ground with her bike), while Miguel and Gwen broke in and out of the building. It was all running smoothly, each spider occasionally muttering quietly through the radio whenever their positionings changed. Otherwise, it was silent. And frankly, a bit boring.

You idly kicked around some pebbles that somehow found their way onto the roof of this tall ass building, sometimes smacking them against the half wall separating you from falling a thousand feet downwards. You were actually dying to get back to HQ because you briefly spotted Hobie talking to Parker and Mayday before you had to go. He’s been quite absent lately, and you want to show off some of the new moves you learned this week.

Then, there was suddenly action.

A huge explosion surges out the right side of the building that O’Hara and Stacy were infiltrating. That mission plan was not kidding when they described the ‘volatility’ of the shit inside of those supply crates. Deep creaking and smashing objects follow the blast. You watch as the tallest building in the city starts to tilt. Shit, the explosion must’ve taken out some of the support beams.

You hear Miguel yelling your name through your earpiece, as well as heavy breathing and crumbling concrete in the background.

“Y-yes? Copy–”

“You and Gwen collect the crate and get out of here. I already called for a portal. Jess and I will get surrounding civilians away from danger.”

“Understood, sir.” You don’t usually call him anything like ‘sir’, but the stakes are high and complete compliance is needed at this moment.

“Crate is located on the top floor, Stacy is already there waiting for my word.” You briefly shake yourself out, mentally preparing yourself to scale the larger building in front of you.

With a quick fwp, you attach your web to the nearly as tall building next to your target to give yourself some leverage. You jump without even giving yourself time to think about it, tugging slightly at the web, making sure to collect as much kinetic energy as possible. You release the web when you get to the highest point and spit out another web to get you to the top floor of the building. Luckily the blast took out the windows so you could easily enter the floor.

There, Gwen stands next to a crate with several scientists and guards nicely pasted onto the walls with perfectly placed webs on each limb and over their abdomens.

“Took you long enough.”

“It’s been 30 seconds!”

“Relax, I’m teasing.” She shoots out a couple of webs and connects them to the crate. “Here, help me out with this.” You follow her movements, pulling at your webs slightly to get a good evaluation of its weight. Surprisingly, it moves quite easily, almost three inches from your soft tug.

“Why’re we both doing this when it weighs 100 lbs. We have super strength.”

“I dunno, Miguel just gave us the orders. There’s probably a reason. It doesn’t really matter.” You frown realizing you could’ve been down there helping O’Hara save actual lives but instead, you were ordered to assist a teenager on a one-person job. “The portal is opening in a few seconds on the roof of the building behind us.” Gwen doesn’t seem phased. “We can just swing it with us.”

“Isn’t this shit going to blow up if we move it too harshly?”

“Not when it’s in this protective crate.” She steps closer to the broken window, mentally measuring and planning out the escape route. “That explosion earlier was from an open container.” You hum, still torn over leaving Gwen to do the delivery so you can help people get out of the way faster. “You ready then?” She’s been watching you. Clearly, your thoughts are painted on your face.

You nod briefly, “Let’s go.” Together you take each side of the crate and use your other arms to swing yourselves over to the portal that magically appears. This time, that odd purring sound of the portal is completely blocked out by the chaos going on around you. Somehow the building has still only tilted a little bit since the explosion.

As Gwen pushes the crate into the gateway, you look down at the streets, watching as Miguel and Jess work impeccably together as they save hundreds of civilians from falling debris and the inevitable demolition of the building.

Then you look back a Gwen, who’s ready to head home. Then you look down at them again.

Then your eye catches on a red sedan sheltering a terrified family that sits under the chaos.

Gwen catches your eye. “Don’t.”

“I have to.”

“Migu–”

“Would do the same.”

“--Will mur-der me.” You sigh, but quickly shoot a couple of webs downwards without looking. Gwen has her arms folded, sharing that unamused expression that Jess loves to sport. Her feet are now temporarily stuck to the floor. You’re sure she could get out of it in a second, but you can tell, she’s not going to stop you. “Don’t die.”

Right before jumping off the ledge, you send her a cheesy smirk, “Me? Never.”

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#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara #spider-man

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inchidentally · 3 months

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https://x.com/charlclerc/status/1749478427239891090?s=20

I think someone here missed the sight of a soaked Oscar <3

ok so big shock!! I'm gonna use this sweet little morsel of Lando pausing in his remaining winter break to look back on that glorious day

to create an absolute smorgasbord of what Suzuka meant to him and to Oscar

I've edited together the most chewable parts of the post race press conference tho tbh it's mostly just removing the parts where Max tries his best to put a slight new twist on answering the exact same questions as last weekend lgflajsg.

so at the start I love the little private smile Lando and Oscar share when Max's fanfare is going on - it gives me a little rueful but also slightly creepy twinning vestal virgins au like are we going to destroy him Lando? yes we are going to destroy him Oscar

(I AM NOT BEING SERIOUS IT'S JUST JOKES).

which is even funnier with what Max leads into about seeing these two goddamn McLarens sandwiching him and for a split second thinking ah so they want to destroy me? oh dear. like Max is very at home on that couch but the presence of these two creatures sharing covert smiles with each other has him (and probably a lot of that room) uneasily wondering if that's all y'know, normal and above board? they're not like... witches, right? haha. crazy!

and I think the cool meticulous way Lando treats his own performance is a really good example of how (in my opinion!) his self-flagellation does need to be reeled in because he's never the sort to be soaring high enough to compensate for those lowest lows. for a while I was undecided but honestly I agree with Martin Brundle, Jenson Button and Oscar who've said (in different ways and indirectly from Oscar) that Lando is far too level-headed and race smart to be hanging his own tender hide out like he does. I so appreciate how measured he was in self-approval over his back to back podiums and no one's asking him to get cocky, but I'd really love to see him match this approach to when he struggles as a driver (and not just a car issue which was the case pre Silverstone).

contrast that with Oscar discussing his own self-criticisms of the weekend but equally saying he'll still relish the maiden podium. and crucially that he can fairly put at least part of his struggles - which he was also meticulous about - down to this being his first time racing at Suzuka. an anon sent an ask about Andrea praising Oscar specifically for his performance there and you can really feel the influence Andrea has had throughout the season on Oscar. because before Silverstone, Oscar had a tendency to monotone lowness and disappointment in himself that bordered dangerously on bitterness and maybe even a fear/doubt of how his rookie season would indeed turn out? but Andrea's approach of optimism, faith in teamwork and specifically in making sure Oscar was looked after while Lando naturally performed so much better, absolutely sank in.

and it makes sense that Oscar as a rookie has so much more mental plasticity when it comes to outside influence - and says a lot about Andrea's leadership too. it's where I wish Lando could have had Andrea as principal from day one too. bc understandably, Lando has graduated to that level of knowing himself so well as a driver relative the drivers around him that there's an existing almost prejudice about himself that the people in charge of guiding him have to overcome.

literally everyone who knows and who matters has said how similar Lando and Oscar are in terms of their approach to the car and their dedication to the team. and I know Andrea has shielded Lando in his own way by saying that it's a champion's mentality to have as much passion and emotion as Lando does. but - and this is honestly such a great piece about Andrea go read it and thank you again to @mecachrome for repping him so much - he also emphasized the positivity that was so crucial to pushing the team through those awful early races. I don't at all blame Lando for getting a bit grim toward himself at times thinking not only about that first race win but also the championship. but I also really hope that between Andrea and Oscar (source: Lando himself!) he can use the lifts of his highs to not sink so low anymore.

skipping back to around the minute mark when Lando says how much more this second place means to him than Singapore because of the double podium and also because of his own performance being better. not to get too ~contentious~ but this is why I really have needed the Singapore high to wear off as fast as it did for Lando when people are discussing Lando's 2023 as a driver and not as part of a ship. absolutely still revel in it in an rpf sense! but like, real life Lando is intensely loyal to his team and y'know what else? he's intensely loyal to loyalty. which is precisely what Oscar has been proving to McLaren since signing that pre-contract the summer before. it took an entire court case for Oscar to get to McLaren and he was met with a wall of hate coming from three sides. comment sections were filled with people celebrating McLaren's 2023 initial struggles and vilifying Oscar for how much he was costing them (in every sense) for paying out Daniel. and it was the Suzuka weekend when Oscar agreed immediately to extend his contract further.

Lando had a front row seat for all of that once the season started. and considering how few races Oscar's dad and Lily were able to make due to being on the other side of the world and final year of school respectively, Oscar spent a fair amount of that time getting to grips with being in F1, and the particular pressure and stress from media and fans, largely alone in terms of a private life. so it says so much about how well he was repaid by the team and also by Lando for keeping his cool and putting in the extra hours and keeping the faith.

and around 2 mins "we have two drivers up fighting for those positions" "we can help one another and use one another". that tandem the two of them have achieved before the season is even over was largely formed when the car was fighting against them. as was the case with Carlos and then Daniel and truly every other F1 driver, Lando did NOT have to intervene or take on a specific responsibility toward Oscar. F1 drivers aren't pack animals, they move through their careers alone and are happy if they can be buddies with their partner. so to see Lando as the number one show faith in Oscar and stand up for him and receive that trust and faith in return is so unique. Lando controlled that as much as Andrea did - maybe even more considering how he says he feels Oscar is so similar to him in a lot of ways. it's not uncommon for charismatic guys like Lando, Carlos and Daniel to make friends with their team mate.

but I think the whole "Lando effect" thing has actually been a huge disservice to what Lando has put into the partnership with Oscar. in this interview early on in the season, he says how Oscar is really quiet and that it's just how most people are in their first year and "we'll change him". but as we've seen, Oscar didn't end up changing and funnily enough the hanging out he and Lando do off the track has been as private and only alluded to as the rest of Oscar's private life. Lando got a lot of Oscar on his camera (again, a lot we haven't gotten to see yet) but really there was no big transformation in terms of Oscar becoming one of the charismatic personalities of the grid. and yet he and Lando only got closer and more supportive of each other in all the ways that matter to a partnership. so I think it's a much bigger credit to Lando that he learned to understand Oscar's personality better and still found ways to establish that sense of trust and loyalty without a bromance or a bunch of common interests to act as glue.

when they do that slightly eerie, intense active listening when the other is speaking, it's them having a synchronicity that has nothing to do with how guys usually bond. (that's why my vestal virgins au yes I know it's weird)

Lando wasn't in any position of power for any of that to be relevant with Carlos or Daniel - Carlos was so far advanced already in his career and Daniel had his thing going on w McLaren that Lando had no control over (and rightly didn't respond to people demanding he show some kind of shame?? or partake in the blame). so loyalty never really played a part in his partnerships with those two, whereas (and maybe as a result of that) Lando's loyalty to McLaren as a team only grew each season. so seeing someone close to his own age but far behind in experience, work so hard and prove so early on that he wants to stay, absolutely brought out a pride from Lando for Oscar that I really hope he will also extend to himself more. major Zak Brown levels of back pats to Lando.

and side note but it needs to no longer be a question or point of contention when Lando says that Silverstone and then the double podiums are superior races for him. Lando loves his F1 buddies, absolutely. but Lando didn't burn through junior championships by favoring his buddies. he loves racing and his team more. and he sure didn't get that second place podium in Singapore because of a buddy, it was because of the position he'd put himself in. just like how Carlos would have given DRS to anyone behind him who was on older tires like he was to ensure that win. like, let's remember the manic obsession that has brought these men to where they are. buddies are a part-time thing. rpf is my meat and drink but I'll never confuse it up with that reality lol.

4:45 the Senna-Prost comparison - and I could probably get all deep about the youngest generation referring to those old bitter alpha male rivalries as something long gone (but I won't). but it's a really good call-back to Monza and the coming together because there's Oscar's ability to see his performance clearly and where it went wrong for him leading to that third place and not higher. and god, I am in no way saying that it's possible to compare Lando being in his fifth season without a race win to a rookie celebrating his first podium. I just really hope that Lando reminds himself that he's come of age in F1 in the Max Verstappen era and that in the cool down room at Qatar, Oscar giddily thanked Mercedes for clearing a path for him. that it doesn't always have to be pure perfection and pace to keep him afloat. sometimes points are points and serendipity plays her part.

"I've been drowned by Lando in champagne" god I will never be over Lando's smug toothy smile

and I will also never be over the way Lando went from clearly dreading being the "older/experienced" teammate and not knowing what to make of Oscar's quiet, reserved personality, to the intense proprietary authority of practically holding Oscar up by his collar like a prize cat in Suzuka and saying "this is mine! I helped make this what it is! look how good this is!"

all while baptizing him in champagne <3

#inchreplies #inchidentallyanessay #landoscar

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silly-thinkings · 1 month

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"Let me, go find Damian." (DCeased Story line)

Well well well reader. You've got another choice. Wait, you're totally following along right? Just in case here's (Scene 1)

“Go find Damian.” You traded the suitcase for the shot gun and turned Alfred away. The butler quickly made his way to the bat-jet

Bruce now turned ran towards Alfred but you grabbed his cape pulling him back. Your husband roared as he faced you.

Alfred made eye contact with you. You smile. A bright beautiful smile before running deeper into the cave.

You ran towards one of the confinement rooms and turn around “I love you. I love you so much Bruce.”

You hoped he Heard you. His arm reaching out as he ran towards you. You ducked as he swiped a hand and promptly flipped him into a bullet proof room. With the press of a button you seal the door. Bruce banged on the glass trying to get to you and you felt your tears bubble up again. “I’ll find a cure. Damian will live. He will carry your legacy.”

The space around you shook. Booms could be heard from the city. Maybe it’s being bombed. But you didn’t care. After one last look at your husband you left him trapped there. You ran back to the computer shutting everything down. “Need to find my little ones.” You make your way to one of the moter bikes “computer. Initiate lock down.”

“Yes miss Y/n”

You put your helmet on and you were off.

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The city burned, but there were still survivors. With your katana you cut down some of the dead as you led a group of about three dozen into the forest.

You were about to head into the city to find more survivors but the Batmobile burst through a crowd of dead. The jokers body strapped to the front of the car. Your confusion quickly turned into joy as your two children, Jason and Cassandra hopped out the vehicle. Gordon was with them but you held onto your kids for dear life. “Your ok. Thank the gods you’re ok. I thought I lost…” you didn’t think you had any more tears to shed. And yet here you were, what’s left of the family hugging each other. You feel Cassandra press her forehead against your neck. Her hand holding onto your cloths tightly. While Jason rested his chin on top of your head. “You’re such a bad ass Ma.” Since you’re alone he realized what’s happened to the rest of the family. He’s no idiot.

You pull away to get a good look at them. You then looked to Gordon “has Barbara…”

Gordon closed his eyes with slight nod.

“Sheesh I thought I got rid of my ex. Look! He’s following me” Harley shouted from the crowd of survivors.

You turn to see Harley and ivy waiting for you to wrap things up.

“Ma? What’s with them.”

You smile “they’re friendly. Apparently the plants like me. Ivy said it was because of the way I treated my garden back at… home.”

Cassandra held your hand. You look to her to see a warm smile. “They’ve been helping me find survivors, we’re going to build a sanctuary. Come.”

You take Jason’s hand “let’s go James. I have no intention of loosing anymore family.”

//Left behind ending//

Congratz! you got 2/3 endings :3 Hope you enjoyed the story. Trying something different and I'm not thinking much of it. This story was a spur of the moment kind of thing XD. Plz leave a a comment and lmk if the links work XD. Appreciate you! and thank you for reading.

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makeadealwithme · 1 year

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In The Haze

Summary: You treat Eddie to a night of getting high with you while at the boathouse. But sober thoughts seem to make their way out of the haze.

Author's note: Some Eddie fluff (blink and you'll miss the slightest bit of angst). Friend-to loversss (sort of, you'll see) <3. A bit of tension/pairing between reader x Steve and then Eddie x reader, and maybe Eddie jealousy towards Steve here and there, just to keep it interesting. (Read this and then lets forget about everything that happens after, ok?)

Warnings: No use of y/n. Getting high/weed/drugs/smoking all of that. Mention of food. Cussing. Crying. Kiss. One brief mention of sex, a comment about a bikini. Let me know if i missed anything.

Word Count: 5.6k

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"Hey listen, I think I’m going to stay here tonight."

It came out hushed, a little nervous sounding, as you pulled Steve aside from the group. It was late as you were all leaving the boathouse, the kids meandering to the car all tired after their visit with Eddie. Steve’s face perks up in alarm.

"No, absolutely not,” he huffs in dismissal. Without a second thought he continues walking, watching the gang clamber in ahead of the two of you.

You pause, you knew it would be tough to stand your ground against Steve, but you were prepared to try. “I’m not leaving Eddie here all alone Steve.” Your voice is tense, coming out short and clipped and different from your usual cheeriness. The rest of the kids, overhearing you both, hurry to buckle themselves in the car, ducking their heads to make themselves invisible.

“No, I don't like the idea of it. What if something happens?" To you, he means to add, but decides against it, suddenly very aware of the peeping eyes from the passenger windows. He faces you, hands going to his hips in an exasperated stance that was becoming all too familiar.

"Nothing will happen, and if so then there’ll be two of us."

"And if Jason and his crew decide come to look around? This place isn’t exactly a fortress." Steve looks at you like were making a ridiculous request. His voice was stern, sounding like he was speaking to a five-year-old asking for the last piece of chocolate. He hates when he gets like this, it reminds him too much of his father.

You huff in frustration again, not wanting to get into an argument right now. "It'll be fine, they don’t even know this place exists. I'm staying Steve."

"At least let me drop the kids off, then I’ll come back and stay too."

"No, that’ll bring more attention if you’re driving in and out of here. What if someone sees your car?"

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

“I’m not alone, I’ll have Eddie.”

He’s looking around, eyes everywhere but you as he tries to figure out a winning argument. You see his mouth open and close, wanting to start a sentence. The problem is he knows you’re right, but the thought of you staying with Eddie made his chest feel tight.

"Hey guys, loving whatever this is but my mom's gonna freak if I'm not home soon so we really need to get going,” Dustin butts in. You give Steve a pointed look and he's standing stiff, jaw tense, you're sure he has a thousand things running through his head.

"Alright, but I'm coming back to check on you."

You let a dry laugh escape, knowing he’s being ridiculous, overbearing. "No Steve, it'll be fine, we have a radio now so how about you just go home and you can call us later, ok?” You’re trying to make your voice kinder; you can see the anxiety in Steve’s face. You were confident it would be fine; Eddie had survived out here long enough just by himself after all. “I promise it’ll be ok Steve,” you say definitively. You give his shoulder a quick squeeze before you start to make your way back the boathouse, watching Steve reluctantly take off in his car. You can hear Dustin chiding him halfway down the road.

You head back inside, Eddie snapping his head to you in confusion when you enter. “Thought I heard the car leave, what’re you still doing here?” He’s tucked himself in the darkest corner of the room, knees bent and forearms resting over them, trying to give the illusion of relaxation but failing miserably.

“I’m keeping you company; figured we can have a sleepover tonight.” You answer, lightening your voice and shooting him a smile to try and hide your nervousness.

Eddie gives you a weak smile back, he couldn’t help but let some relief wash over his face. “Hope you know what you’re in for sweetheart, it’s not exactly 5-star digs.”

You go to pick up the rucksack you brought and settle into one of the old boats in the room, gesturing with your head for Eddie to come over as you start digging through it. You’re muttering to yourself “...here, brought some things,” as you lay out a sweatshirt for you, the blow-up sleeping pad you packed for him, a small pillow too. Eddie’s eyes light up in amusement as he sits across from you, watching you with all your things – a Walkman and cassette tapes, two packets of his favorite chips, a candy bar, fresh t-shirt, a bottle of soda. He almost laughed at the random array of gifts, because yes – he really did want that candy bar as much as the sleeping pad – and his heart warmed at the fact that you knew that too.

“You’re too good me,” he teased you and you just held up a hand to him, telling him to wait and that you had one more thing for him but you just couldn’t find it...

“Ah! Here!” Your hand comes whipping out of the bottom of the bag, holding two perfect joints in the tips of your fingers.

Eddie's eyes go wide, staring at the grin slapped across your face, a cheeky and devilish look that made his heart skip a beat. "Holy shit," he springs forward to you, "my god you're an angel" he says as he plucks one of them from your hand, leaping out of the boat and twirling around all dramatic and cartoonish before landing on his knees beside you, gripping your head and roughly kissing your temple with delight. The display of joy made you belly laugh, something that neither of you had done in while. "Alright! Let’s get this party going yeah?" He scrambles around trying to find his lighter, the excitement almost too much to wait any longer.

It had been a while since you and Eddie had done this, and certainly a lot of things are different in your lives these days. Usually, the two of you would be sprawled out on his couch or bed (some comfy surface), music playing in the background, indulging yourselves in conversation without barriers. It was usually a time for you both to connect, enjoy each other’s company, be best friends. This time was different, sitting on the now blown-up sleeping pad with backs against a wall, you’re folding a makeshift ashtray out of tin foil, and Eddie is trying to light the damn thing in his mouth. You don't mind him taking the first hit, he deserved it after all. You watch him tilt his head back in pure pleasure as he inhales, eyes fluttering closed and neck exposed. "Fuck, you're too good to me,” he repeats, “I've been needing this," smoke leaving his mouth as he speaks. You giggle a little next to him as he passes you the joint.

“Yeah, figured we could use some stress relief," you say, smoke making your voice raspy. You both sit in silence, waiting for the high to come as you pass the joint between each other. It’s a routine you’ve had down since early high school - when Eddie first took you out to a picnic table in the woods, a spot the “older kids” had shown him that he now claimed as his. You feel as though you're sinking into the floor with each hit you take. Eddie has his eyes closed, one hand pinching the fading joint and the other one fallen down to his side between you two, fingers stretching close to your thigh.

The next time he passes to you he turns his head as well, dopey smile in your direction. "I feel good, how are you feeling?" It’s as though his eyes are staring deep into you, an intense gaze that only Eddie could give. He watches your lips wrap around the end of the joint, the rise of your chest as you breath in and the pout your face pulls into when you exhale, smoke coming out of your nose and your mouth. The sight was as intoxicating as the drug itself. You turn to him as well, eyes almost going cross from how close you were, same dopey smile on your face.

"Yeah, I'm there." You both laugh a little and you twist your body towards him, resting on your hip and shoulder against the wall. He mirrors you, playing a silly game of copycat that he’d done since you were kids. You let your eyes fall closed again, just for a second. You're sleepy but you don't want to give in yet - knowing that this is probably the most time you'll spend alone with Eddie for a while. You let Eddie finish the joint off before tossing the butt aside and you move to fully sit up, hands coming to your knees. "Do you want snacks?" You say, standing up with a wobble. He reaches forward to try to steady you but fails, not quite being able to reach your hips before you step away towards your bag.

"Brilliant idea" Eddie replies, also sitting up and trying to push off the sleepiness. You chuck the bag of chips and soda at him and come back with the Walkman. Eddie tears open the bag as you sit criss cross in front of him, fiddling with the tapes. He giggles to himself a little bit, a telltale sign of his state of mind and you smile too, all dopey and lazy. All warm and happy. "What's the selection for tonight?" he says, nodding towards the tapes and shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Oh, you know...thought some Madonna would be fun." You don’t dare look at him, knowing you’d burst into giggles at your terrible joke the moment you see his face. That was your tell, and Eddie caught it right away.

He doesn’t miss a beat.

“Sweetheart, it’s cute you think I don’t know what an Iron Maiden tape looks like.” He watches the laughter break across your face, accompanied by a pink blush that made you look so sweet.

You’re about to speak again when the sharp crackle of the radio breaks through. You both snap your heads towards it before hearing Steve’s voice come over.

“Guys? It’s Steve, can you hear me?” His voice is warbled by the static. Eddie looks over in confusion but you don’t see as you head for the walkie, taking a breath before answering.

“Hey Steve, we’re here.”

“Jesus, took you long enough. Everything ok?” You can hear him practically panting over the line.

You look over at Eddie with a sly smile, bringing a finger up to your lips to swear Eddie to secrecy about your current states before answering, “oh yeah Steve, everything is reallll good.” You’re basically drawing out every syllable. You forget to let go of the button as you and Eddie erupt into a fit of giggles, like schoolkids up to no good.

If you could see Steve’s face on the other end you would laugh even more. The poor boy’s features drawn in confusion, a thousand thoughts running through his head about what could possibly be so funny at a time like this.

Eddie comes over to snatch the radio from you, a whiny ‘hey’ leaving your lips as he brings it up close to his mouth to talk. “Yeah Harrington, we’re just peachy. My girl is spoiling me rotten over here.” You go to slap Eddie’s arm, maybe hitting a little too hard, at his teasing comment. He yelps a little as you snatch the radio back from him. Steve felt his stomach turn.

“Ignore him, he’s just messing around. Everything’s fine Steve, no issues, I promise.” You’re trying your best to sound serious, promising over and over to Steve. He huffs over the radio; you sounded so calm he had no other choice than to believe you.

“Oh...ok, well I can still come out there if you need me to?” He offered although he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Eddie snorts in the background, muttering something to himself that you couldn’t hear. You roll your eyes at him before trying to let Steve down gently. “No please don’t worry about it, we’re all ok. I’ll radio over if we need anything alright?”

“Ok, yeah that works.” He sounds a little defeated. The next sentence comes over a little softer, you needing to bring the walkie closer to your ear to catch it. “I’ll miss you.”

You don’t know how but you swore Eddie heard it too, his head twisting over to you with curious eyes. You avert your gaze to the floor, not being able to control the warm smile that creeps in. “Get some sleep, Harrington,” you say softly before shutting off the radio for the night. You stay still for a second, willing the heat in your cheeks to go away before you look at Eddie.

“’I’ll miss you’” Eddies says in a mocking voice, “something you’re not telling me about sweetheart?”

You go to sit next to him again, picking up the Walkman to fiddle with tape, using it to channel your nervous energy. “Didn’t realize you two were so close?” Eddies presses, hoping to get an answer from you.

“Well... ever since this all happened...he’ll come over sometimes at night, and then sometimes he’ll drop into work during the day.” The words were coming out mindlessly as you worked on the tape, it being more difficult than usual.

“Oooo” Eddie gives a mock girlish giggle, "sounds like Stevie has found something he likes." You look up just in time to catch Eddie wiggling his eyebrows at you. You scoff at him, mind sharpening little at the taunt.

"Knock it off! He's just looking out for everyone, the guy is a Grade A worrier" you say, trying to brush Eddie off. You give up on the tape and shuffle back to lean against the wall.

"Does he stay every night?" Eddies continues, missing your cue to stop. You stuff chips in your mouth to delay answering, but again, you can't quite control the smile that forms "Oh my god he does! Tell me sweetheart - how is he?” Eddie says in a tease. You reach over and playfully smack his shoulder.

"That's enough Munson, nothing has happened." You go back to the bag of chips, using it as a buffer between the two of you.

"Yet.” Eddie says with a smirk. You look over at him for a moment, not sure if you really want to continue, but your impulse control is low and you suspect Eddie's is too.

"Fine, we share the same bed sometimes but we haven’t even kissed. I swear. It’s just better than both of us sleeping in our houses all alone... can we be done talking about this now?" You're looking into the chip bag again, not really wanting to meet Eddie's eyes. Eddie is silent for a bit; you think he's trying to process.

"So I was right, he has found something he likes" he says, a little softer than you expected as you see him melt back into the wall.

"Eddie I'm not a thing." You shot back at him, giving him a comical glare.

"No of course you aren't!” He becomes animated again, worried he might’ve actually offended you. “Well, I don't think so, but a guy like him might."

You feel a burn in your chest at that comment. You knew Eddie had a jealous streak in him but he usually kept it under wraps, it only occasionally rearing its head when he met the boys you brought around – little things like getting their name wrong on purpose, or a backhanded compliment or two. But that joint was stronger than it seemed, and you were both feeling the effects.

"He doesn't,” you sound a little biting, "you don't know Steve that well Eds, he's not what he seems." You’re not really sure why you came to Steve’s defense so quickly, but your head was too fuzzy to figure it out.

"I do know he’s a strung-out player, King Steve." Eddie's getting looser with his words. You huff a little bit, feeling frustration rise.

"He’s not like that anymore Eddie. It doesn’t even matter because it’s not anything right now, can you just leave it alone?"

"He just doesn’t seem like your type sweetheart."

Your face feels hot, irritated, so you shot back. "Well, I don’t know Eds, I think he could be."

You swore you saw hurt flash across Eddie’s face, but maybe you were seeing things. “You do?” he responds, voice quiet.

No I don’t, I didn’t mean it, you wanted to say, but you yield to a different impulse. "It’s just nice to have somebody Eds. It's just nice." You sigh, pushing back against the wall with crossed arms.

You have me, when have you not had me? Eddie thinks. He decides not to respond but shuffles against the wall, putting some space between you two. It feels so much emptier. You move to sit next to him again, trying to restore it. "Can we talk about something else? What do you want to do over the summer Eddie? You know, after you graduate?" You nudge him a little bit on the side.

He perks up a little bit, "fuck I’m gonna need that other joint" and stands up to go find it. You're not gonna tell him no, but there was no way this was a good idea. He plops down next you, a little bit closer than before, as your shoulders are pressed up against each other. He lights up again, with a deep inhale. He offers it to you and you pause for a second, he brings his hand a little bit closer and you give in. Your high was starting to fade anyways. "I can't even think about graduating with everything going on right now," he admits.

"C'mon indulge me, I want to celebrate with you. So what should we do?" you whine a little, putting on a tone in your voice that you know he could never say no to. He ponders for a second.

"How big are we talkin’? We could take a trip somewhere? Get out of this shit town..." he leans his head towards you, passing the blunt back over. You feel him getting lighter after the tense conversation before, a smile across his features, you start to relax again.

“Road trip out west? Follow the bands around for the summer?" you say. Your voice is dreamy, trying to pull Eddie along into it.

“Hah, yeah sorry but I’m not gonna drive you around so you can be some groupie and fuck every drummer you meet sweetheart.” Eddie’s teasing side always came out when he was high, sarcastic and quick witted and absolutely unrelentless. Something about the way he could never predict your reactions made it an irresistible game to him, pushing buttons to figure out which ones made you tick.

“That’s NOT what I meant you asshole...besides I’m more into guitar players anyway.” You said it so casually, with that sly grin on again. He practically chokes on the smoke in his throat, perhaps he wasn’t quite prepared for the button he hit this time.

“Jesus Christ, behave yourself,” he sputtered out, turning it into a laugh to cover his surprise.

You let out a satisfied huff before breezing into your next statement. “Two can play at your game, sweetheart.” He hums in agreement, clearly better at it than me too, he thinks to himself. He looks over at you with a fond smile.

"We won't last a week in my beat-up van, we'll get stranded in Utah or some shit."

"Come on, we'll last at least two" you say, and you both burst into a fit of giggles, the second joint hitting a little stronger than the first.

"We could go to Cali? I hear the music scene is pretty big out there," he says and you nod along with him.

"My god Eds, we could actually spend the day at a beach for once," you laugh, taking another hit and collapsing over his lap, head on his thighs and smiling up at the underside of his jaw.

“You know I won’t pass up the gift of seeing you in a teeny tiny bikini,” he tickles your sides, watching your face scrunch up as you try to fight him off.

“Hey, behave yourself” you mock back at him, stopping your squirming. You feel the warmth from Eddie’s hands radiate around your hips.

"We could stop at the Grand Canyon on the way, would be pretty cool." Eddie continues, looking down at you, admiring you, you nod in agreeance again.

"I like this plan." you say, sitting up again and turning to him with a serious pout. "Although, you better not get sick of me after spending days on end in a van together." You give him puppy dog eyes, hoping he would indulge you with the compliment you were fishing for.

"Oi, I'll never get sick of you," he quips back with a grin, another pinch to your arm to make you squeal. "You better not get sick of me...and you better let me pick the music.” He was waving his pointer finger around between the two of you, a light prod to your chest and back on his. He couldn’t take his eyes off your beaming face as you let out a gasp, unable to contain all your giddiness.

"No no no. No way Munson, there's only so much metal I can handle." You settled back next to him, temples touching as you rest on each other. Hearty laughter turning into soft sighs. Your head is feeling fuzzier than before, mouth a little looser, it felt like you were wrapped in a warm hazy glow.

"Fine we'll take turns." He's all smiles. You can feel the cheek muscles move against yours. You paused for a second, basking in how joyful you feel. His familiar scent wraps around you as you tuck your head down onto his shoulder, side of your body pressed into his. You missed this, missed having him close all the time. It was different than with Steve. Eddie was all grit and wit and smoke. He was cheap soap and old cotton and worn leather and that god awful musky cologne he stole from the mall when he was sixteen. You loved it.

"Road trip would be nice Eds, make up for all the time I can't spend with you now." You feel the heavy weight of his head folding on top of yours, stray curls falling in your face. You didn't mean to make it sound so sad, but everything was like that these days. He makes a small sound of agreement.

"I know, I know. It'll be fun. I'll buy you all the gas station snacks you love" he coos, arm coming around your shoulder, trying to keep it light.

You bring a hand up and pat his chest with an "aw so good to me Munson" and you both smile again. His hand falls to your thigh, spreading wide and open over it and your hand curls around his bicep. You two were used to this, Eddie had always been touchy and loved having you close to him. You felt dizzy but you chalked it up to the high. Holding on to Eddie, it felt like you and him against the world.

"Fuck, this shit is strong," Eddie says to fill the silence.

You hum in agreement. “I got it from your stash after all” you murmur.

He shifts to get even closer to you, head coming down heavier, hand sliding to the underside of your thigh to bring your leg half on top of his. It didn’t feel close enough for you so you snuggled in, hand coming around his torso, head against his heart. You can feel his exhale tickle your eyelashes. "Thanks for this. Thanks for staying with me" he mumbles into your hair.

"Of course, Eds" you say, both of you are slumped and relaxed, sleepy, calm.

"Sweetheart?" he asks, raising his head a little. You hum in response. You register the brief inhale, the twitch of his hand before he speaks.

"Don't you think it's about time we gave us a shot?"

He sounds light, confident, but he can feel you tense under him. You've had reiterations of this conversation before, in the past. You're not sure what possessed Eddie to bring it up again, now of all times.

"Eds.." you begin to say, but then you lose the words and nothing followed. You think that you're maybe too high to have this conversation right now, your brain working overtime to try to think at a normal speed.

"Come on, don’t say no again," he says - half pleading, half joking - "I can't keep asking you out like this." You laugh a little on his chest but Eddie continues on, a theatrical tone entering his voice, laying out the story of your friendship. "Seriously - you remember the first time I did this? The fall of two years ago, you told me to wait until spring because you wanted to go to the Snow Ball with Peter -” you can’t see it but he rolls his eyes at you - “then I asked you over spring break, you said we should both focus on school, that we'd be too distracted by each other - although, I think we still hung out about every night anyways.” You can feel him giving you a guilty side eye, “- and then summer rolls around a boom" he smacks his hands together, causing you to jump a little, "you get moved out of Hawkins for who knows how long." You nod to acknowledge his story, soft sound coming from your throat as you remember the tears you both shed when you said goodbye that day, remembering how young you both felt.

"You know I didn't want to go Eds," you say.

"Of course I know that, but you were gone. And then we spent the next year and half talking over the phone - and I was patient, and I would listen to you cry about those guys you dated, all them being such dickheads and -”

“Hey, you dated around too,” you say, cutting him off with a warning tone to your voice.

"Yeah, fuck, I know, that's not the point. It's just that we've had all this time apart and then you came back to Hawkins and, and I thought I’d be over it, chalk it all up to puppy love or some shit and that things would be different. And they are - but we’re even better friends now and I just like you so so much. And I thought I could wait, but now we’re in this deep shit together and I keep thinking about how we could have had this thing going years ago and I just want it to happen and just want to move on with it and start it because I can't keep thinking about this and- "

"Eddie" you say gently, and it stops him in his tracks, but only for a second.

"Just know I'm being serious about this, ok?" he finishes. You push off his shoulder and turn to look at him, his eyes little wide but is gaze is unfaltering.

"You think now is a good time to get into all of this?" He wasn't really expecting that to be your first comment and blinked his eyes to process.

"I don't want to wait anymore."

"But it's shit timing, and you have to finish school first, you have to graduate, and now we have a murder charge to tackle, and a supernatural underworld to fight." You almost laugh, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.

“I know, I know. But I think the whole end of the world thing is more reason not to wait huh?" He cocks an eyebrow at you, you roll your eyes.

"The world won't end Eddie."

"You don't know that."

You purse your lips together for a second. "I don't, I just..." you huff in frustration, words not coming out right. "It's all so fucked up!" you exclaimed, like he knew you would. "Listen, if this is about Steve then you're wasting your time." It's not what you meant to say, not at all. Eddie brings his hand up to his forehead with a loud scoff of amusement.

“You’ve got to be joking, fuck no this isn’t about Steve.”

“Alright fine! Fine. I just – well I don’t know...” You were trying to find the next words, brain working frustratingly slow. "Can you wait until summer? I want to wait until summer" you say, definitively. Eddie brings his hands to cover his face groaning, and does a dramatic slide down the wall until his head hits the floor. You quietly smile, you loved this side of him.

With an exasperated tone he says "did you not hear the part where I said I don't want to wait?" He peeks out from behind his fingers. You shift down to join him, and slowly move to lift his hands off his face. You're both now laying face to face, very close together.

"Eddie come on," you say gently, almost a whisper, you feel tears prick your eyes. It came on so suddenly you weren't even sure why. You think you just hated breaking his heart, hated that you always said no. Concern crosses Eddie's face, he never meant to make you cry. He reaches out and brushes your cheek.

"Hey I'm sorry, I'm just messing around, I don't want to push you, I just..."

"It's not that Eddie. I don't know, I'm just so fucking high" you huff a little bit, more tears coming out, "I can't think straight". He brings his sleeve up to wipe away your tears more. "It's too much right now Eds, you can't even go outside." He looks a little sad, he doesn't want to say anything to make you more upset. "Summer will be better, please Eddie can you wait until then? I’m not ready to stop being friends. I’m not. We've got all the time in the world, no?" you were begging at this point, pleading that he understood. His heart felt like it was breaking.

"Of course, of course we do. I can wait. I’m sorry, just had all this time and got too excited thinking about it.” He pets your hair, brushing it away from your face. You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, trying to regain some sobriety. “Just want to know every part of you, all of you, y’know?"

"You're my closest friend Eds," you say softly, after some time. You were intentional about your words. He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently, a silent, I know, me too from him.

"Sweetheart?" he says, voice quiet and sweet "I'm in love you, really, you know that right?" Your brow scrunches a bit, almost like you were in pain. He knows he shouldn't have added the question at the end but he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted you to know, and to make sure of it. You could feel your face get hot again, water behind your eyes. You know this was different than all the times before. This was serious, this was deeper than that.

"I know Eddie, I do." You force your eyes open to look at him, silently pleading that it would be enough, that he wouldn't make you say it too. Your gaze is intense, one he thinks that only you could give as he leans into you, chin jutting up to kiss your forehead. He lingers for just second but you notice. You tilt you chin up as well. To be honest, you were still reeling, acting on impulse - a hazy one. Real feelings were there but you didn't know how to say them just yet. A whimper comes from your throat, unintentionally, your voice having a mind of its own, trying to get the words out.

"It’s ok, I know." Eddie says to soothe you. He did know. He knew you better than anyone. He holds your face tilted up to him. You flash your eyes to his lips, and you're moving faster than you can process before you crash into him. You feel him tense as he inhales but only for a second before you both melt into each other, kissing slow and deep and with purpose, years of pining and friendship and love behind it. His hands wrap around the back of your head into your hair, pulling you as close as he can. Your hands are on his chest and neck, his soft black curls falling over them. You kiss for a while. Indulging in how good it felt, how he seemed to already know his way with you. You finally pull away from him and quickly blink catching a glimpse of his face - eyes still closed and lips still pursed, holding himself there as if you would come back. When he opens his eyes, he looks dazed, but my god they were practically shining. "Woah" he says softly and giggles erupt form the both of you, the tension breaking. He wraps you in his long arms and pulls you right up into his chest in a bear hug, pecking you one time on the top of your head. "Can we sleep like this?" he asks and you nod into his chest, squirming slightly to get more comfortable.

"Just don't smother me Eds" you say, laughing a little.

"I'll try not to, I promise.”

“Sweet dreams Eddie.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll be dreaming about that kiss until summer.”

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OH MY GOSH can I maybe possibly request Steve x Eddie’s sister/sibling!reader I’m so excited you wrote for him like- love u byeeee

YES. YES. YES YES YES FINALLY LORD YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OH LORD YES ILY ILY ILY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WIDE MY SMILE IS RN ILYSM IM SO HAPPY RN

*One of the gayest photos ive seen but we'll talk abt that another time*

*Nother lil side note: I went to get water and when I came back this gif was on my screen AND I SQUEALED AND GIGGLED. THATS WHAT KINDA HOLD THIS MAN HAS OVER ME. ok imma stfu and let you get to reading* *LAST ONE I SWEAR: Listened to this while writing:) .... and this :)))*

~OKAY SO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GIDDY I AM RN CAUSE STEVE HARRINGTON CAN SMASH MY FACE IN WITH HIS BAT anyways :)

~Yall actually met before the Vecna stuff

~You're in your senior year for the FIRST time unlike your idiot brother Eddie

~You're not in hellfire but you do spend A LOT of time with them

~Literally the mom of the group

~You have other friends that you'd gladly hang out with but you stay with them because the minute you leave one of them is gonna end up somehow missing a finger

~They need adult supervision at all times and youre the best they got even though Eddie is literally a year older than you

~You were the one who convinced Eddie to invite Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to Hellfire (He didn't wanna at first cause they were "shrimpy freshmen" his words not mine)

~Dustin excitedly ranting to Steve about the group when he first joined

~"He's so cool! He gets on the table n shit and doesnt give a shit about what people say"

~"Dude I don't wanna hear about Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

~"He has a sister y'know... she's 18. She's pretty awesome too. And single"

~"Well that's great for her" (mf started zoning dustin out at this point poor dustybun)

~Dustin thinks you'd be so fucking perfect for Steve so whenever he sees him he always always always finds some way to work your name into the conversation

~He starts doing the same to you poor boy is set on this ship and will not give up till it sails

~Eddie gets so pissed whenever Dustin brings up Steve. His mood noticeably changes but Dustin, being Dustin, can't take the hint

~You cant be mean to Dustin cause you find him so sweet and adorable so you just endure it even though you have really no intention of talking to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

~Literally 3-4 months had passed and Dustin was still talking you up to Steve and vice versa even though the two of you still hadn't met

~The Hellfire club was hanging out at the trailer park and when everyone was leaving you heard Dustin say he was gonna go to the video store so you decided to drive him cause you borrowed Robin's history notes cause you ditched class

~You took Eddies keys while he was using the restroom and made sure to leave before he could yell at you for stealing his car again

~You went inside with Dustin and he introduced you and Steve

~"Steve! This is Y/n"

~He gave you a small nod, unaware of what to do. You tried to match his awkward energy so you just gave him a small wave

`"I'm Steve"

~"I know. Little Dustin over here doesn't shut up about you"

~Dustin has the widest smile on his face seeing the two of you meet for the first time but it immediately drops when he hears you call him "little"

~"Hey what the hell"

~"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it 'Dustybun'" you said as you messed with his hair

~"I've told you already! Only Suzie calls me that!"

~You start laughing at Dustins face cause he looks so pissed and oml when Steve hears you laugh his heart MELTS

~He loves the way you treat Dustin

~Its hasn't even been a minute but mans is already down bad for you

~"Anyways, is Robin here? I borrowed her history notes and I'm just here to drop off little dustybun and give her her notes back"

~"Stop calling me Dustybun!"

~"Uh she's not here yet but she should be in about 15 minutes"

~"Oh alright. Can you give these to her when she gets here then?"

~"I mean or you could stay? Y'know, make sure she gets the notes safely. Plus it'd give me a chance to get to know you better..."

~THE WAYS DUSTINS FACE LIGHTS UP I SWEAR

~You stand there for a second contemplating it. You were curious to get to know more about Steve Harrington, especially since Dustin was constantly talking about him. Eddie will kill you if you have his car for too long without asking though, which was even more of a reason to stay. God you love pissing your brother off.

~"Well what do you wanna know Harrington?"

~The two hit it off surprisingly well

~So well in fact that even after you give Robin her notes, you stay longer

~The moment you leave Steve's decided that he's in love. Like thats that. His search for the right woman is over. He's found you and he's gonna try his damnedest to win your heart

~When you got back to your trailer Eddie was fuming

~He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and his leg bouncing up and down while staring at the door

~"My my, what ever is wrong dear brother?"

~"What have I told you about taking my car without permission?!?"

~"Relax I was only gone for 30 minutes"

~"YOU WERE GONE FOR 2 HOURS! What were you even doing?! I thought you were just dropping off Henderson!"

~"I stayed a bit longer to talk to Steve"

"Harrington?!"

~"No Eddie, fucking Steven Spielberg"

~Steve constantly bugging Dustin about you and asking him random ass questions about you

~Dustin deciding to be his wing-man for once, he's always asking you to drive him to the video store

~Constantly stealing Eddies car to take Dustin

~Every time you drop him off, you always stay for an extra hour just talking with Steve

~He tries to flirt with you but he gets so nervous when you're around he becomes Scoops Ahoy Steve again

~Dustin and Robin literally face palming whenever he says something stupid but you finding his failed flirting attempts absolutely adorable

~Eddie constantly asking you what's up with you and Harrington

~Telling him you're just friends but him continuing to nag you

~Eventually having enough with your brother bs so you throw a pillow in his face

~Him throwing one back

~Munson sibling pillow fights>>>>>>

~3 months of you and Steve talking at the video store and he still hasn't asked you out

~Robin and Dustin taking bets on when he'll finally confess

~You constantly go to the video store to talk with Steve, with or without Dustin

~One day you were sitting on the counter reading your book while Steve worked and all of a sudden he just kinda blurted the words "movie theater"

~You looked up from your book to see him looking at you

~"Huh?"

~"I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me"

~"Only on one condition"

~Yeah..?"

~"You let me pick the movie"

~Steve regained his confidence and the two of you started going back and forth as you always did, laughing and talking

~The two of you decided that Steve would pick you up at 7 and you would surprise him with the movie

~"Wait so let me get this straight. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington... asked you out on a date?"

~"Jeez don't sound so surprised. Your little sister is a very desirable woman"

~"Yeah, sure" Eddie said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes

~"Anyways, it's not a date. At least I don't think it is"

~"You've been hanging out with Steve Harrington every day for the past 3 months. It's a date."

~"Go away and let me finish getting ready please"

~"Sure. Meanwhile I can dust off my 'Protective Older Brother' speech"

~"I will hurt you. Get out. Now."

~"What exactly are your intentions with my little sister, Harrington?" Eddie said, mockingly

~"Out!" You said as you threw a pillow with him and he ran out cackling

~At almost 7 exactly, you saw Steve's car pull up to the trailer and you checked yourself really quickly in the mirror before going to meet him at the door, but much to your dismay, Eddie opened the door before you could get there

~"Hey, uh, is Y/n ready?"

~You could HEAR the nervousness in his voice

~"Depends, who's asking?"

~"Eddie, don't be an ass"

~"Sorry Y/n/n, it's habit by now" (God I can just picture his cocky ass smile)

~You roll your eyes before greeting Steve

~"Hey Harrington"

~"H-hey. You ready, gorgeous?"

~Meanwhile Eddie is gagging his soul out behind you after hearing that

~Idk bout yall but I would just combust right then and there... anyways :)

~Steve holds out his hand to help you down the steps and you gladly take it

~As the two of you walk towards his car you turn around to see Eddie still standing in the doorway and you silently jump up and down to show him your excitement

~Has the cutest big brother smile on his face after seeing how excited you are

~Steve opens the door for you and Eddie shouts to the two of you

~"Hey! You better keep your hands to yourself Harrington!"

~You flip him off through the open car window

~No cause why can I picture Steve almost FALLING when trying to walk around the front of the car to get to the drivers seat. You can't tell me you don't see it. Argue with the wall. I do every day... lets not get into my psychological issues and get back to the story :D

~As the two of you are driving there you sing along to the songs on the radio together

~"So what movie are we watching?"

~"You'll see when we get there"

~You guys finally get there and walk up to the ticket booth

~"Two tickets for Clue please"

~"Really?! Clue?! Haven't you seen that movie 4 times already?"

~"5 times actually. Plus you've never seen it! You cant go through your life never having watched Clue!"

~You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet and Steve sees

~"Put that away. I'm paying"

~"No you're not. I chose the movie, I pay"

"You may have chosen the movie, but I'm the one who asked you out"

~"You barely asked me! All you said was 'movie theaters'"

"I'm paying!"

~"No you're not!"

~As you tried to pull your money out, Steve snatched your wallet out of you hand and you stared at him in disbelief

~"Uh! Gimme my wallet back Harrington!"

~"No! You'll get it back after our date."

~"Oh so this is a date?" you asked teasingly

"Oh, uh, I mean if you want it to be"

~The way his vibe quickly deteriorated after realizing what he said

~"Okay fine. I'll get my wallet back after our date"

~Ion wanna be cheesy, but imma be cheesy cause its Steve motherfucking Harrington

~The classic both hands in the popcorn bucket thing happened (if you dont know what that is, its this thing in movies and shows when the love interests go to the movies and reach for popcorn and there hands touch and they get all awkward and flustered)

~Steve did the stupid thing where he slowly inched his hand closer to yours so he could eventually hold it but you could clearly see what he was trying to do, so you moved his drink onto the ground, lifted the arm rest, and lifted his arm around your shoulder and laid against his chest

~He was flustered as hell. He was not expecting you to do that

~After the movie he drove you home and you could tell he was nervous the entire way

~He walked you to the door but you dragged him to the back of the trailer where there was no window cause you knew Eddie would watch if you guys said goodbye in front of the door

~Before he could comprehend what you were doing, you put your hands around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him

~He was shocked at first but eventually gave into the kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist as he pulled you a lot closer to him (rail me rn like pretty please)

~Once you guys broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours

~"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you"

~The two of you stayed there like that for about a minute or two

~You kissed him one more time, this time reaching into his pocket and taking your wallet back

~You gave him one last peck on the lips before running inside

~When he got to his car he was fist-bumping the air and freaking out stop he was so excited

~You walked into the trailer and it was pitch black

~When you turned the lights on you saw Eddie and your uncle sitting on the couch with their arms crossed as they stared at you, which obviously made you jump

~"What the hell are you guys doing?! Why are you sitting there like a couple of weirdos?! God!"

~"We're the ones asking the questions here missy!" Eddie yelled

~Clearly they were both fucking with you since they loved to poke fun at you all the time

"Did he try anything?" Your uncle asked looking more serious that Eddie did

~You sighed and rolled your eyes

~"No he didn't try anything Uncle Wayne"

~"Woooow! So what, does he think you're not good enough?!" Eddie yelled once again

~"What?! No! I mean we kissed a few time but-"

~"You what?! You shouldn't be kissing anyone till your at least 30!" Eddie screamed as he stood up

~"I'm going to sleep. You two make me wanna off myself"

~Your uncle laughed and Eddie walked over to you before you could walk away and he pulled you into a hug

~"You seem happier since he came around. I'm happy for you"

~You wrapped your arms around him, smiling at your older brothers kind words when all of a sudden his grip tightened

~"Let him know that I said if he ever hurts you there is not a place on earth he can hide. I will hunt him down for the rest of my life if I have to and I will make sure he suffers."

~"Alright get off me" you said as you shoved him away in disgust and your uncle laughed in the background

~"Night baby sis!"

~You didn't say anything and just flipped him off as you walked to go to bed

~The next day you walked into the video store and the minute Steve saw you he ran towards you and pulled you into a kiss

~Robin and Dustin hadn't known about your guys date so they were very surprised

~"Fork it over Robin" Dustin said as he stuck his hand out

~"You guys couldn't wait one more month?!" Robin said as she gave Dustin 10 bucks

~Steve driving you to and from school

~You and Robin bullying him in the car

~Friday night date nights

~Lots and lots of cuddles

~PDA PDA PDA

~Trying so hard to get Eddie and Steve to get along but they just won't budge

~Steve meeting your uncle and winning him over

~Steves parents absolutely adoring you

~Steves mom thinks you're "a nice break from all those trashy girls he used to date"

~PDA

~Going on late night drives cause why not

~Hellfire going crazy when Dustin brags about the fact that you and Steve are dating

~"You're actually dating Steve Harrington?!"

~Eddie yelling shut up the way he did in episode 1 when everyone gets rowdy

~He hates hearing about your relationship mainly because your his baby sister, but the fact that he doesn't like Steve is a factor

~P D A he is all about PDA

~You guys never actually had the whole Bf/gf talk

~It just kinda slipped out on accident and he didn't even notice

~Your first "I love you" was when he got attacked in the upside down and you jumped in after him

~Nancy getting a bit weird with you because youre dating her ex, but she sees how good you are for him and the two of you actually hit it off

~Dance parties with him are a must

~He takes you to skull rock but its all cute n stuff he like laid blankets down and had snacks and you guys just laid there cuddling while staring at the stars and talking

~Thats actually when he let "girlfriend" slip out

~"You're the best girlfriend anyone could every ask for, y'know that right?"

~Ended up accidentally falling asleep there and Eddie freaking out when you got home cause he was worried

~I cannot stress this enough but I'll try. Public Display of Affection !!!!

~On your guys night drives you sit on his lap in the backseat and you guys have fallen asleep there multiple times

~One time you guys even fell asleep after you were parked in front of the trailer and you didnt feel like going in yet

~Basically hes just one of the best boyfriends you could ever have and now i wanna cry cause I know I'll never have this

#steve harrington headcanon #steve #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington can step on me #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie stranger things #steve x munson!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x sibling!reader

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miaisagirllover · 6 months

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who you gonna call? (ghostbusters!)

here is my @bylerween2023 day 1 fic for ghosts and hauntings. it’ll be on ao3 soon as this is a queued post. basically byler and lumax catching a ghost in hopper’s cabin.

Lucas Sinclair didn’t think he’d be spending his Halloween at the police chief’s dingy old cabin, trying to capture a ghost (and go on a subtle double date). But here he was, at 10pm in the middle of the night with a torch in his left hand, and his trusty wrist-rocket in the other.

“I don’t even know why you took that dumb slingshot with you,” Max asked “If there’s actually a ghost in there, the rock or whatever you’ve brought to shoot is gonna go through it.”

“It could be useful.” Mike said, coming to Lucas’ defence. “If it isn't a ghost and is just some rat, then it could work.”

“Thank you,” Lucas replied “And it’s a wrist-rocket, not a slingshot, Max.”

“Can we just go in guys?” Will asked “I’m really tired. I only came because I had nothing to do.”

“Did you come because there was nothing to do, or was it because Mike was doing this?” Lucas asked.

Just as Will was about to retort, Hopper finally came out of the cabin, commanding the 4 kids.

“I want you all to just catch whatever is in my house and get rid of it. It’s been banging on the walls and throwing my stuff off of shelves. Even broke one of my best cups.”

“Are you sure it’s not just a rat or anything?” Mike asked sceptically.

“Tell me, Wheeler, have you seen any invisible rats around? Because I haven’t,” Hopper angrily responded “So stop being such a pussy, get in here and catch the goddam ghost!”

With those last few words, he pushed them all into the cabin, giving an extra shove to Mike. Then he closed the door. Max looked through the dusty blinds.

“He going in his car,” Max said “He’s just ditching us here! We don’t know jackshit about this ghost.”

“Can we all just agree that this is stupid?” Mike said “It’s obviously not a ghost and is just some stupid animal that decided it felt at home in this place.”

"Yea, let's just watch a movie here." Will agreed.

"I brought some candy, so it can be a full on movie night." Mike added.

10 minutes later, everyone was on an old couch, watching some horror films. It didn't seem like Chief Hopper was too big on films, as he only had old stuff in his cabin. After a while, the kids picked "The Invisible Man" as their movie of choice.

"Hey, Lucas, remember that the film isn't real, so don't get scared." Max teased.

"I won't get scared because of some shitty old film." Lucas said, before lightly slapping Max's arm.

"Max was able to scare you with a cheap Michael Myers mask, remember that?" Will pointed out.

"Yea, and you screamed like a girl too," Mike added "not even my little sister could scream that high."

Lucas pretend-sulked for a few seconds before taking a snack from Mike and eating it. As they were all eating and watching the film, Will noticed something.

"Mike, where did you get the snacks from?" He asked.

"Yea, we haven't gone trick-or-treating yet." Max joined in.

"Well," Mike began "I saw Holly's bag and thought she might be eating too much. So I just borrowed a few sweets from her."

"Mike!" Will shouted "You just stole sweets from your sister!"

"I just borrowed them." Mike responded.

"How the fuck do you borrow sweets, Mike?" Lucas asked.

"Ok, ok maybe I shouldn't have stole them," Mike said "But do you guys really wanna watch this old film without any Skittles or Reeses?"

"He has a point." Max answered, as she reached out for his bag.

"Can't believe I'm dating a thief." Will said.

“Would you break up with me if I continued stealing?” Mike asked “Because if you would, maybe I’d consider stopping.”

Will didn’t say anything back, he just kissed him on the cheek. Just as Mike was about to hug him, Max spoke up.

”Ugh, you guys are so clingy. Get a room.” Max joking said, before mime-vomiting.

”Hey, just because we didn’t break up 5 times in 9 months doesn’t mean we’re clingy.” Will replied.

Just as Lucas was about to join in, a clash of something came from the kitchen.

”What was that?” Max asked.

”Eh, probably just some cup.” Mike said.

”Cups don’t just fall out of nowhere.” Lucas said.

”What if it’s the invisble man?” Will joked. Everyone laughed for a bit, until they suddenly heard a loud bang. It shoke the living room, maybe even the whole house.

”What the actual fuck was that?” Max asked, although no one else knew.

”Should we go check it out?” Mike proposed.

”Nah, I’m good. Probably just a stray cat.” Lucas nervously answered.

”Do strays bang on walls?” Will asked sarcastically.

”No, but what if there’s something there?” Lucas answered.

”Ok, let’s settle this.” Max joined in. “Me and Lucas will go check the fallen object, and you two can see what made the bang happen.”

Everyone agreed, even a slightly scared Lucas, before splitting up. Max and Lucas went to the left of the house and searched the kitchen and guest bedroom, while Mike and Will went to the right, towards the bathroom and master bedroom.

After 15 minutes of thorough searching, Lucas and Max found nothing. They had found a bunch of little trinkets in the house, even a ballerina music box, but nothing too supernatural.

”I wonder if they’re gonna make out instead of searching.” Max told Lucas.

”It less likely that they’re not.” He joked back.

”WE CAN HEAR YOU GUYS!” Mike shouted from the bathroom.

”Shit.” Max whispered, before shouting back “HAVE YOU GUYS FOUND ANYTHING YET?”

”NOPE, NOTHING’S IN THE BATHROOM.” Mike replied. “WHAT ABOUT YOU GUYS?”

”NOTHING,” Max shouted back “LET’S MEET UP IN THE LIVING ROOM.”

It only took a few seconds for the 4 of them to get back together and they had nothing of interest to share.

”Can we just go home now?” Will asked “We found no ghosts or animals in this place, Hopper is just getting old and losing his wits.”

“Yea, let’s leave this shithole.” Mike said “But I’m not telling the police chief he’s getting old.”

They were all packing up, Mike putting his stolen sweets back in his bag. Once everyone was ready to leave, Lucas opened the door, but something happened.

It closed on itself.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Max screamed. She and Mike were completely shocked, while Lucas and Will were now terrified. They all stared at the door for a few seconds, before Mike finally spoke up.

"It was probably the wind, let just try again." He said, though he and everyone else knew that wasn't wind. After a few seconds of trying to open the door, he found something out.

"It's locked." Mike finally said.

"That bullshit," Lucas replied, "You can't lock this door from the outside. Let me try, man."

"Alright," His friend answered, "But don't be shocked when you can't open it."

Just as Lucas was about to put his hand on the doorknob, Will heard something.

"Guys, who the actual fuck turned on that?" He asked, pointing to the kitchen counters. There stood the ballerina box, with the little figure spinning. A delicate, yet slightly eerie tune was coming from it.

"I didn't turn it on." Lucas spoke, "And I was with Max all this time, so it wasn't her."

"Well," Mike began "It wasn't me or Will so-"

He was quickly interrupted by a flying plate coming out of a cupboard. It nearly hit him right in the face, but instead smashed into the wall next to him, spreading fine china all over the floor.

"Holy shit, there's a ghost." Mike slowly said.

"We need to leave right fucking now!" Max urgently shouted.

Everyone started running to the backdoor to try and leave. But suddenly, the couch was right at the door, blocking the teens.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Will screamed. He didn't even know why he came in the first place.

"Now do you think ghosts are fake?" Max asked Mike.

"Max, we are trapped inside this cabin by something, and you're trying to make me say I'm wrong?" Mike slowly told Max.

"Who cares, let's just camp out here till morning." Lucas said

"Are you telling us to stay in a haunted house for a whole night?" Will asked. "Nope, I'm not doing it."

"You can try leave, but this ghost has us trapped." Lucas replied. "So we should wait till Hopper comes back and let him deal with it."

"Alright, fine." Will reluctantly gave in. “But I’m locking my door all night.”

”Alright,so me and Lucas get the bedroom on the left, and you and Mike get the one on the right.”

They all rushed to their new rooms, hoping they wouldn’t get a pan lobbed at them by the ghost.

“Do you think Hopper could actually deal with a ghost?” Mike asked Will, once they shut and locked the door. “I mean, if he needs teenagers to catch a ghost, he would faint if he saw what we saw.”

”Yea, he would not do jackshit if a fork was floating in front of him.” Will laughed

They sat in a peaceful silence for a few seconds, savouring the ghost-free moments.

”Do you wants some candy.” Mike finally asked.

”Depends,” His boyfriend replied. “Are they stolen goods?”

”Stolen, but I guess you’ll miss out on your favourite.” Mike shook a bag of Reese’s Cups in front of Will’s face.

”How dare you tempt me like this?” Will jokingly exclaimed. “You know what, fuck it.” He added as he took Mike’s bag of Reese’s.

”I knew you’d give in!” Mike victoriously said.

”You know I love them.” Will replied.

“More than you love me?” Mike teased.

”Hmmm. Maybe, maybe not.” Will said

Mike lightly punched Will on his arm, and they started play fighting, like they were 7 years old in Mike’s basement again. After a while, they decided to go to sleep, Will taking the left side and Mike taking the right. Mike was a heavy sleeper, almost immediately slumped onto Will. A few minutes passed by and Will also fell into a slumber.

”Which side are you picking?" Lucas asked. "Because I always take the left."

"I pick that side too." Max said.

"Well, there's only one way to settle this." Lucas started. "PILLOW FIGHT!"

He suddenly grabbed a pillow from the bed, and hit Max with it. She retaliated and smacked him over the head. Feathers were everywhere and the two of them layed on the bed, tired but energetic at the same time. Then Lucas had an idea.

”Wait, what if this ghost is like the invisible man?” He said, suddenly sitting upright. “We can’t see him, but he’s still touchable. We could cover him in,like, feathers or paint. Then, once we know where he is, we’ll attack!”

”Lucas, it’s a ghost, they go through walls.” Max replied. “The feathers will just fall as if there was nothing there.”

”It’s worth a shot.” Lucas said, now standing up and at the door. “I’ll wake up Will and Mike.”

He ran to the other room and opened to the door. Mike was laying on Will’s shoulder, the both of them asleep. Until Lucas spoke.

”Guys, sorry for waking you up, but I have an idea to catch the ghost.” He announced.

”Mhh, what?” Will sleepily asked, waking up and straightening his back. Mike’s head slipped off his boyfriend’s shoulder, waking him up in turn.

“So when paint falls on something invisible, it’ll cover it, right?” Lucas explained. “That means that we can cover the ghost in paint and then attack!”

”Lucas?” Will asked.

”Yea?” He replied.

”You do know that ghosts can go through things?” Will said. “So paint would just spill on the floor and Hopper would kill us.”

”That’s what I said.” Max suddenly appeared in the doorframe.

”Well, it’s worth a shot.” Lucas replied.

Will and Mike got out of bed after some more persuasion by Lucas (Mike took 5 minutes more than Will to get out). Everyone quietly crept around the house and got their supplies. Lucas went back to his room and got feathers from his pillow fight with Max. Will got flour from the kitchen and Mike got paint from the cupboard. Finally, Max got a blanket and rope. They went over their plan quickly: they would go into the living room and try to open the main door, which would hopefully bait the ghost. Once they all have him, Lucas, Will and Mike would throw their stuff on him. Then, Max would catch the ghost with a blanket. Finally, they would fight him and tie him up.

The teens all went to the living room and loudly tried to open the door. Mike was falsely complaining in an effort to attract the ghost.

”Oh no!” He theatrically bemoaned. “We can’t open the door! I guess we’re just stuck here.”

After a few minutes of silence, an apple fell from a fruit bowl. Lucas led everyone into the kitchen, waving his hand in the direction they needed to go. Suddenly, the room shook again and a drawer opened. They all took this as their cue, as Lucas shouted, “GO!”, although Max went forward a bit sooner, clearly eager to catch a ghost.

The boys threw their stuff in front of them, right at the drawer. Most of it splattered on the counters and cabinets, but some of it covered a human figure. And someone screamed.

”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” It was Max. They hadn’t caught a ghost or invisible man, it was just their friend.

”Shit, Max, I’m so sorr-“ Will began to apologise, but he was taken by something. It grabbed the back of his shirt, lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.

Then, a drawer opened and a knife floated to Will’s neck.

”Holy fuck.” Mike had dropped his paint bucket in utter shock. This ghost was going to kill his boyfriend. But then the knife dropped and a pen made its way to the ghost. It went through Will’s pocket until it found a piece of paper he’d used to doodle on the go. The pen started to write something. After a few seconds, it scrunched up the paper and threw it to the kids. Mike immediately crouched down to read it.

“Either he dies, or all of you do.” He shakily said. “That’s what the note says.”

”Mike, it’s fine.” Will spoke, holding back tears. “Just get out alive, ok?”

”Will, you are not dying to some ghost.” Max told him, blue paint masking how pale she was from terror. But as she said that, the knife hovered towards the three of them, almost like a threat.

”That it, fuck you.” Mike whispered, before running to take Will’s flour bag.

”What are you doing Mike?” Lucas shouted urgently. His friend was now reaching for the bottom of the bag. Finally having some flour in his hand, Mike threw it at the floating knife, revealing someone holding it. Will fell down from the wall, escaping the ghost’s grip.

”Take this, dipshit!” Max shouted, putting the blanket over the ghost’s head. Lucas ran to get the rope and tie him into a knot.

Mike ran to Will, checking on him in case he was hurt.

”Will, fuck, are you ok?” He breathlessly asked.

”Mike, I’m fine.” Will replied, extremely drained. “Why didn’t you just get out?”

”Do you think we were going to let you die in front of us?” His boyfriend said. They both hugged eachother so tightly that one of them might’ve been crushed.

”So, when you guys are done with your love-fest, what are we going to do with this guy?” Max asked, pointing to the writhing figure under the blanket.

”We need to stop this thing, that’s no normal ghost” Will said. “Let’s bury him outside.”

A few minutes later, Mike and Will were outside, having just finished digging a hole for the ghost to lie in. Max and Lucas were in the house, trying to carry him out. Dawn was beginning to rise, small wisps of light making it through the darkness. The two boys were sat on the grass in silence. After a bit of pondering, Mike then spoke.

”Will, when you said the ghost wasn’t normal, what did you mean by that?” He asked.

”It’s just that, I think he just drained me.” Will said, still slightly shaken from his near-death experience. “When he had me, it was like someone was in my head and they were stealing my energy. I guess that’s why I told you guys to go, it’s probably just what it wanted me to think, that there was no hope for me.”

”So you think this ghost has like, powers and stuff?” Mike asked.

”I mean, yea.” Will answered. “It should take a lot to even be a ghost, let alone being able to get into people’s head and show them-“ But then he stopped talking.

”Will, what do you mean?” Mike asked, now more worried than ever.

”It was just some stuff to scare me.” Will began. “Once the ghost got to me, he started showing me visions of you guys. Except that you were all dead in the worst ways possible. It was like a threat: you die, or this is how your friends will end up. He also showed me things that had already happened, like when my dad still lived with me, Mom and Jonathan. He just made me relive it way more vividly than a memory could ever be.”

Just as he had finished, Lucas and Max came through the door, carrying the ghost in between the two of them. Lucas was holding the feet, while Max was carrying the head.

”Can we just burn this fucker?” Max asked.

”I’m pretty sure ghost’s can’t die, and therefore can’t burn.” Lucas replied.

”Well, let’s just get this done and over with.” Will said.

Lucas and Max both unceremoniously threw the ghost into the pit, then Mike and Will tossed the dirt over it.

”Isn’t it weird this will be the closest we’ll ever get to murder?” Mike spoke.

”Well, it’s not really murder if the victim is already dead, is it?” Lucas asked

After 2 minutes, the gang was done with the job. They’d fully buried the ghost, hopefully never haunting anyone else. They all said their “fuck you’s” and “shit-heads” (Will even spat on his grave) before leaving.

“So, can we all agree that this has been the worst Halloween ever?” Lucas spoke.

”Yea, I think getting flour all over me was the worst part.” Max said, before adding, “Well, except from Will being assaulted by a ghost.”

They all walked off into the sunrise, hoping they don’t get trick instead of treat again next year.

#stranger things #st #byler #lumax #will byers #mike wheeler #may mayfield #lucas sinclair #bylerween2023 #bylerween #byler fanfic #lumax fanfic

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vampiresawakenedmycravings · 7 months

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CHAPTER 1

Choices in the shadows

Mention of: suicidal thoughts, self-harm

This is my first ever fandom

I hope you enjoy

1,200 ish words

And yes the characters mentioned from the other vampire clan are different from the ones you're gonna be thinking about I just had picked a name and that ended up being what it was don't judge

[Y/n] wakes up in the hospital, her heart starts to race pounding loudly as she tries to figure out where she was. At that moment a handsome doctor walks into her room and smiles when he sees she's awake

"Hello [y/n] I'm Carlisle Cullen I'll be you're doctor for the duration of you're stay here"

"Where is here?" [y/n] asks looking around

"You are at forks hospital, you're parents found you in you're room passed out" he looks at [y/n], then takes a step forward toward her slowly

"Now you'll have to answer a few questions ok?" Y/n nods

"Ok" she whispers wondering what the questions will be

"How long have you had suicidal thoughts?" He asks her, sitting in a chair near her bed. Y/n looks away and ignored the question.

"Y/n I need to know so I can treat you

"I don't know awhile I guess" she mutters and looks back at him seeing him jot notes down on his notepad.

Carlisle looks back up at y/n and asks "was this you're first attempt at you're life?"

Y/n rolls her eyes "I'm here now aren't I?

Carlisle looks into her eyes "some attempts like the one you tried earlier aren't successful," he looks down at his notes for a second before looking back up at her "so was this you're first attempt"

"Yes" y/n says knowing she's lying remembering last summer when she tried to OD on ibuprofen and allergy meds, how it was failed and her parents never even found out.

Carlisle notes that and continues on with the questions,

"How long have you-" he motions to the deep wounds on her legs and upper arms.

"I've cut myself for years" she says and he notes that

"Why?" He looks back up at her with caring eyes. The simple question stumped y/n she didn't know how to answer no one had ever asked her that before.

"I-" she stutters as starts to talk "I was- I felt" she stumbles for words before giving up.

"I don't know," she mumbled

As Carlisle continued to ask Y/n questions about her struggles, a sense of trust began to form between them. His empathetic demeanor and genuine concern made Y/n feel like she could finally open up.

Carlisle, still maintaining his gentle tone, asked, "Y/n, have you ever talked to anyone about your feelings or sought help before this?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, recalling the times she had wanted to reach out but tried and failed to find the courage. She finally admitted, "No, I've always kept it to myself. I didn't think anyone would understand."

Carlisle nodded understandingly. "I'm glad you're opening up now. It's an important so I can try to help you get better." He leaned in a bit closer, lowering his voice. "I want you to know that there are people who care about you and want to help. We can work through this together."Y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her as Carlisle's words sank in.

Y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her as Carlisle's words sank in. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel completely alone in her struggle.

Over the next few weeks, Y/n's bond with Carlisle deepened. He became more than just her doctor; he was a confidant and a source of support. together they worked on strategies to cope with her emotions.

As Y/n's physical wounds began to heal, so did the emotional ones. She started attending support groups at the hospital, where she met others who had faced similar challenges. Their shared experiences helped her realize she wasn't alone in her battle.

One day, Carlisle asked her if she wanted to go on a walk in the forest. Y/n nodded and got dressed in normal clothes out of her hospital gown quickly excited to finally get out of the hospital

Carlisle took her took her hiking through the woods to a view over the river.

On there way back to car after they looked out at the river for awhile,Y/n turned to Carlisle and said with a faint smile, "Thank you for saving my life, not just physically, but emotionally too."

Carlisle returned her smile warmly. "You're the one who chose to fight, Y/n. I was just here to lend a helping hand. Remember, you have the strength to overcome anything."

One evening, as Y/n and Carlisle continued their walks in the forest, they stumbled upon an unusual sight. A group of people, unlike anyone Y/n had ever seen, emerged from the shadows. They had strikingly pale skin, almost like marble, and their eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light.

They looked like Carlisle except different, instead of a beautiful golden color like Carlisle they had bright red eyes, that looked almost thirsty.

Carlisle's expression tightened, and he moved protectively in front of Y/n. "Stay behind me," he whispered, his voice tense.

The group of strangers approached, and their leader, a charismatic and enigmatic woman, stepped forward. "My name is Aro," she said, her tone as smooth as silk. "We've been watching your progress, Y/n."

Y/n exchanged a confused glance with Carlisle. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Aro's lips curled into a sly smile. "We have a unique proposition for you, Y/n. You see, we share a secret, a gift that could change your life forever."

Carlisle's grip on Y/n tightened as he stared at Aro warily. "What are you talking about?"

Aro's eyes never left Y/n's, and she continued, "We offer you the chance to join us, to become part of our family. You would have a new life, new abilities, and eternal youth. In return, you must leave behind your human life and become one of us."

Y/n's heart raced, as she shook her head no. She wasn't losing Carlisle and the trust she had placed in him and the progress she had made.

Y/n clung to Carlisle's reassuring presence, her mind swirling with disbelief at Aro's proposition. She had come so far in her journey to recovery, and the thought of leaving it all behind for this mysterious offer was daunting.

Carlisle spoke firmly, his voice unwavering. "We appreciate the offer, Aro, but Y/n's path to healing is here, with me, and the support she's found. We won't be making any rash decisions."

Aro's smile remained, but there was a glint of disappointment in her eyes. "Very well, Carlisle. The offer stands should you change your mind."

As Aro and her group retreated into the shadows, Y/n let out a shaky breath. "What was that all about?"

Carlisle's expression was grave. "Those were vampires, Y/n. Creatures of legend. They're offering you immortality, but it comes at a great cost. I'm glad you chose to stay."

Y/n interrupts Carlisle "they looked exactly like you except with red eyes," she blurts out

"Are you a vampire?"

Carlisle's expression remains composed as he replies, "Yes, I am a vampire, but I'm different from the ones you encountered. We don't drink human blood, and we try to live in harmony with humans. It's a long story, would you like to hear more?"

Y/n doesn't know what to say she stared at Carlisle with her mouth hanging open. She thinks of all the weird things like how he doesn't eat or drink and he's super strong and pale and HOT.

She shrugs, nonchalantly which surprised Carlisle.

"You're not scared?" He asks y/n

Y/n looks at Carlisle with a newfound curiosity and hints of admiration in her eyes. "Scared? Maybe a little surprised, but after everything we've been through, I've learned not to judge based on appearances. You've been there for me when I needed it most."

Carlisle smiles warmly, relieved by her understanding. "Thank you, Y/n. I promise, I'll always be here to support you, no matter what." Their bond deepens further as they continue their walk through the forest, navigating the complexities of their unique connection and the challenges that lie ahead.

After Carlisle takes her home she watches him leave and after about ten minutes she walks into the forest near her house,

"Aro!! Are you here!! I have a question for you!!" She whisper shouts into the dark tripping over a branch and falling to the forest floor. She cry's out in pain but gets up intent on finding the vampire she had seen earlier and her family

In the dim forest, Y/n's voice echoed softly, and the shadows seemed to whisper back. Suddenly, Aro materialized before her, her red eyes gleaming like rubies in the darkness.

"What question do you have, Y/n?" Aro asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Y/n, undeterred by her fall and the eerie surroundings, took a deep breath. "I want to understand why you chose me to become part of you're clan why not anyone else why am I special?"

Aro regarded Y/n with a contemplative expression, her lips curling into a mysterious smile. "You have a unique resilience, Y/n. We've been watching you, and your ability to endure and find strength within yourself is exceptional. We believe you have untapped potential, the kind that could thrive in our world."

Y/n's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, uncertainty mixed with curiosity. "But what about Carlisle? He's been helping me so much. I can't just leave him."

Aro nodded, acknowledging the dilemma. "Carlisle is an admirable man, and his compassion is rare among our kind. It's a decision only you can make, Y/n. Whether you choose to stay with him or embrace a new life with us, your path is yours to decide."

Y/n took a moment to absorb Aro's words. The forest seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her response. With newfound determination, she spoke, "I appreciate the offer, Aro, but I've already found a family in the people who care about me. I'm not ready to leave them behind."

Aro's smile remained enigmatic, but she nodded gracefully. "Very well, Y/n. Should you ever change your mind or seek answers, you know where to find us." With that, she and the shadows enveloped her, leaving Y/n alone in the quiet forest.

As Y/n made her way back home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of closure. The encounter with the vampires had been surreal, but her heart was firmly rooted in the world she had come to know and the people who had supported her on her journey.

She thought of Carlisle and the unwavering bond they had forged. Y/n knew that her path to healing and self-discovery would continue with him by her side, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Chapter 3 is finally out.

(Hopefully writers block stops using my head like the log truck in final destination treats the people in the car behind it)

Chapter 3: difficult meeting's

Summary:

Jazz has had a rough time, the justice league are having a rough meeting

Notes:

*shaking myself by the collar* that's it, no more tinkering. post the darn chapter you anxious fool!

sorry about the delay, writers block. At least I got time to plan and plot out the rest of the storyline.

here's the chapter that was meant to go out late august.

Enjoy!

Gotham -the night of the Kansas storm.

In a small apartment in the narrows near crime alley a young woman sat on her bed thumbing a golden amulet with one hand, in the other she gripped a thin folder, a strange hunger in her eyes.

Her gaze snapped to the front door as voices could be heard approaching and she tucked the amulet into her jacket warily, she relaxed as she heard her room mate come in, talking over her shoulder at the neighbour "ha! Jokes on you, I'm into that shit!" She closed the door laughing and turned around freezing at seeing her room-mate sitting unmoving in the dark. "Oh shi... ancients jazz! you look terrible, you eaten lately?"

The thought of eating twisted her stomach for some reason, She shook her head and turned to the clock "he said not to eat until after the league received the files, that the meeting would be more effective if I was a 'little' off..." ember frowned before replying "that sounds creepy, *sigh* I'm sure the old man had a reason but still..." she trailed off before heading over to her room, tossing a book bag in and grabbing her guitar case "well... I have a gig at noonans Bar tonight, Baytor finally got back to me about work there. should help us for when the iceberg lounge is closed for 'urgent' repairs, You sure you don't want a feed before you go?" Jazz shook her head "I need the meeting to go right, I'll do whatever it takes to fix things".

Both their eyes glanced over at a metal thermos sat on top of the fridge, repurposed electrical wires spliced it into the fridges power supply, the outer shell of the thermos and its circuits cut open and cannibalised.

Looking through the mess of wires and circuits down to its inner layer, you could see it generating a low amount of blued mist, constantly emmited out of the shell only to be pulled back into the thermos opening as if there was a draught, in its stead it emitted a low red light from the mouth of the thermos, as if there was something else within.

Ember, eyes closed for a moment shivered, opening her eyes again and rubbing her arms like she was cold, she murmured "guess its gonna be sad songs tonight" before drawing her attention away and headed back out the front door "alright, I want you to call me if anything happens tonight, OK? No arguments!" She called not waiting for an answer as the door closed behind her.

Jazz continued to sit in the dark patiently watching the clock, she didn't get bored nowadays and that was marginally useful if a little annoying at times. She would prefer to be back home in amity with Danny though, not that that could happen anymore.

finally after time in the dark apartment the clock hit 6:15, unfolding herself from the bed she got up giving the thermos a lingering glance before leaving the apartment, it was time.

Jazz left her apartment and hailed a cab, keeping a weathered eye out for tell-tale signs of a trap, the last thing she needed was to be delayed by joker gas or fear toxin, heck even the Riddler grabbing hostages for some convoluted bomb scenario.

The trip through the dark city of Gotham didn't take long, the city was abnormally quiet tonight, minimal traffic. 'probably Gotham itself is trying to keep things quiet' jazz thought, giving silent thanks to the old spirit of the city who was willing to give her refuge.

All the rogues were supposedly in Arkham right now or laying low, as she travelled she could see the shadow of capes flick around roof corners as the vigilantes started their patrols across the rooftops guarding the city.

The taxi left the city proper climbing up to where Wayne manor resided, as the taxi driver pulled up to the gate possibly hoping to get into the manor grounds and look around jazz stopped them, thanking them for the ride and paying the fare.

As she waited for the taxi to leave disappearing down the road, she stared up at the manor then back down the path, nervously approaching the gates

"OK jazz, you got this. Just like we practiced".

Alfred pennyworth having bid all his charges good luck as they went out into the night, had just finished cleaning up after dinner and was preparing to settle down when there was a clear sharp knock at the front door, he frowned.

There had been no alert from the front gate and no sensors had gone off (nor his own personal alarms strangely).

For a moment He assumed it was Ms Cassandra forgetting something or possibly master Damien sneaking back with another stray cat he didn't want his father to find out about, but he highly doubted that, Damien would always use the back door and Ms Cassandra wouldn't need to knock.

After pinging the bat clan that something was up he answered the door, one hand holding his shotgun behind the door as it unlocked and opened.

A tall young woman with white streaked red hair, strange burns and cuts around the corners of her mouth and the look of a predator stood slightly back at the entry, hands clasped in front of her politely holding a document folder.

She smiled politely as well, not showing teeth and introduced herself. "Hello, it's Mr Pennyworth correct? My name was Jasmine Fenton, I apologise for disturbing you unscheduled but I have an urgent delivery to 'Agent A and the Batman for the Justice League', it concerns their current meeting".

She somehow spoke the names in a way the words didn't travel beyond him, he didn't know how but Alfred was certain the sound disappeared quickly without any sort of echo after it reached his ears.

Alfred, ever the consummate butler not to mention a senior member of the bat family was observant enough to see the signs of stress and nervousness hidden on her face, he smiled and opened the door wider "it will take a moment to arrange things, would you like to come inside and have a cup of tea while you wait?"

Jazz smiled slightly more, lips parting enough to show sharp teeth slotted together, her canines and the teeth next to them much longer then a normal humans.

"only if you would like me to, I'm just here to deliver the files. I can wait outside for confirmation or leave if you prefer, my contact information is in the folder if need be".

Alfred noted the teeth but chose to look at her with heartfelt concern "nonsense my dear, please come in. Perhaps I can make you something to eat, you do look hungry".

She looked sad as he invited her in and murmured "thank you, but tea is fine, I highly doubt you could feed me what I need".

---

The watchtower -primary meeting room, night of the Kansas storm.

It had been a week from hell for most members, everybody not doing intelligence gathering was dealing with hard nosed politicians refusing to admit any wrong doing or shady government officers who were urgently trying to destroy any evidence that they were connected to said wrong doing, sometimes it was the same people.

Attempted tracking of the two spirits who escaped the facility was vexing, originally all sightings pointed to them heading directly towards a small town in Illinois, but the moment league members got close to the town their comms completely shut off and the spirits disappeared from all media and view, this was later tracked back to another GIW facility based in the area that blacked out all outside communications within the town as part of a legal sociological experiment they had 'volunteered' for.

More investigations would have to be done on that as well.

With no way to track them physically or electronically, the league chose to switch to more magical means of tracking. More duties falling on the few JLD members there were, raven was the one currently on duty. She had last reported there was interference for the tracking of the spirits but hadn't checked back in yet.

Examination of data recovered from the facility had been just as difficult, all secure information seemed only viewable on the hardware from the building, of which very few hardware pieces survived the destruction intact. Watchtower technicians were carefully piecing together the functioning pieces into working computers.

The computer parts themselves while definitely low tech had what Constantine called ectoplasm ('heavily filtered, concentrated and refined Lazarus water' he grudgingly accepted as a description) mixed and bonded into their construction. Unfortunately attempts to recreate the pieces using the leagues limited supply of Lazarus water failed to work, simply frying the circuit boards.

As such any attempt to view it on normal or league technology resulted in either the data being unreadable or (unfortunately for the Batcomputer) tore the machine apart trying to comprehend it. Now even cyborg was wary to examine the data.

[Entry: green lantern-06, Constantine John, wonderwoman-01, superman-01, zatanna-01, flash 02, Question 00, Martian manhunter-01, green arrow-01, Dr Fate 02, captain marvel-01.

Zatanna spoke to the tower A.I "computer, please note Deadman also in attendance" the computer beeped in confirmation with her casting a spell quickly to let them communicate with Boston.

Batman studied the reports as league members involved in the case, both dark and light filed in. "How goes the containment of the facility, there are disturbing reports coming in from people near the site".

Constantine lit a cigarette glaring right back at anyone who tried to stop him. "Bad, but securely contained. I reached out to some of my more 'questionable' contacts for additional resources to help strengthen the barrier but until we find out what exactly did it and how to reverse it, all I can do is speculate on what's happening in there and how to stop it".

Green arrow spoke up "couldn't we ask those agents? What about the survivors from the lab, has there been any update?"

Constantine shook his head "I wouldn't trust a word that came out of that agency's mouths if I were you, that being said the agent that attacked the lanterns is the only lucky one, he must have been on a doughnut run or something when it happened. Either he knows nothing or is too devoted to his cause, he won't speak to us... it's that or he's just plain crazy now, but who am I to judge".

"Usually the first, since you often call me crazy" said the flash cheerily getting a glare from Constantine in return.

"Your entire family can break the sound barrier wearing sand shoes and have a habit of screwing with time, of course I think you're crazy. But for the agent, He's basically enthralled, the perfect employee".

"Care to elaborate?" Asked captain marvel

"Sure, From the medical observation it looks like he had already been systematically driven insane by something, then he latched onto his organisations beliefs to try and keep himself alive, 'probably didn't even question the surgical procedures they did to themselves...' uh, basically doubling down to anchor himself. Otherwise he probably would have had enough self control to avoid recklessly attacking the lanterns".

Batman spoke "what about those still in medical. is there any way to question them?"

Constantine looked weary at this, taking a last drag of his cigarette and stubbing it out. Breathing out the cloud of smoke he finally answered "there's no coming back for them. Their bodies might heal, those that are capable, but they won't truly live anymore"

"Oh dear, Why, what happened to them?" Asked Wonder-woman wondering what was troubling Constantine so badly.

"Mass Soul disruption" said Constantine itching for another cigarette. The answer made Wonder-woman, Zatanna, Doctor fate and even Deadman floating in the room visibly flinch.

"from what I could divine, after months of torture the agents must have broke open their captives core's and abused them. A ghost core is basically their heart, soul and mind. One of the spirits probably decided they had nothing left to lose anymore and let loose. those that were in the room got what was coming to them, for everybody outside, consider their deaths a mercy"

"What is soul disruption exactly?" Asked superman raising a hand, he and most of the non magic leaguers looked confused.

Zatanna uncomfortably gave the answer "soul disruption is a general term to explain damage to or loss of a soul" Zatanna paused and looked to where Boston floated, concern and worry plain on his face "stories say that a person without a soul is bound to become evil, but most of the time they just end up as figurative zombies, maybe over a long time period they could slowly recover. they can still perform tasks but no spark of life, empathy or creativity anymore, they're just on autopilot doing what they're told".

Lantern Simon baz spoke up "could I assume this 'Soul disruption' that caused the explosion is related to the green flames we saw on first arrival? Because I was unable to track any specific damage in the collapsed building short of the hole melted into the roof"

Constantine nodded "yes and no, the original explosion was the only attack that actually happened. In a tight underground space it reverberated around destroying anything it hit until it found a weak point and was funnelled up the elevator shaft, now concentrated, the wall of resonate sound melted through anything close by and shattering anything solid in its way. It forced itself out of the building, dispersing into the atmosphere with all the lab ectoplasm stores and debris which caught fire. more like a volcano erupting, unfortunately normal volcanic explosions don't make screaming skull shaped clouds".

Members that had been within earshot of the blast winced as they remembered the horrid sound

Constantine had finished the cigarette too fast, he definitely needed another but he held off, no sense in antagonising the bat with his habit. "Yeah… from what was recorded and reported, it sounds like a cry or scream, not an explosive blast".

Zatanna froze "scream? from a spirit... like a wail?... as in 'banshee?'... Oh gods damn it!" Hearing her curse and cover her mouth had the rest of the league concerned, Zatanna just stared blankly ahead, deep in thought without responding.

Boston gently poked her trying to snap her out of it "uh, maybe an explanation for those who don't know what a screaming lady has to do with this?"

Sighing Constantine grabbed the second cigarette, lighting up. "Ok, cliff notes on Banshee's.

-Creature's of myth from the olden days back home.

-they have an important job, which is they wail when a person is going to die.

Dramatic? Sometimes, Prophetic? Usually, supernatural? definitely.

-they do it for a very important reason though, it helps souls cross over without lingering, basically a reminder message to pack your bags and turn off the stove".

He shrugged at the assembled leaguers, some still looked confused "look, Without it the entire UK would have been overrun by the undead a millennia ago".

"Isn't England already full of ghosts and undead now anyway? I assume that's the reason we pack Nth metal weapons anytime we go over there" the flash asked, gaining an annoyed look from half the members present, including Constantine, "blame Charlemagne" He dryly replied.

"The species themselves emigrated from this plane along with a few other species like the yeti's when humanity went into their holy war's phase, mostly to avoid eradication. Smart thinking in my opinion, but that's not the issue.

A Banshee by themself isn't strong enough to do this damage, when they left earth, they all had to work together just to pass through the veil. Mostly they're human offspring of something vaguely referred to in historical records as half spirits.

So with the mounting evidence: it's dangerously possible that the GIW agents caught a progenitor of the banshee's... which would be really bad".

Mythology lesson apparently done, Batman gave Constantine a gesture to get him back on track.

"The major issue is, they did something so horrible to a creature related to a banshee, a creature who normally only warns of death.

With the use of a full strength wail, this spirit basically ruptured the fabric of reality in that area when it blasted their souls out, shredded them like a pressure washer on seafoam. The bodies in medical, they're empty vessels".

There was a priority comm beep from Batman and he excused himself to answer it quietly, Zatanna seemed to stir, while still looking deep in thought she spoke quietly "we need to prepare for what comes now".

"Prepare for what?" Asked wonderwoman.

"Prepare for whatever comes looking for the spirit that cried out and hope it's friendly not hostile".

Constantine considering a third cigarette went paler if possible "oh crap, I missed that part. Oh no, ohnonono crap! that's gonna cause problems".

Batman came back to the meeting and perhaps hoping to avoid witty remarks from the flash or arguments among the league members asked the question brewing: "what's the likely scenario, what will happen?"

Again Zatanna spoke "the creature would have left a tear in reality at the site. worse case, something notices the tear and tries to get into our world through it, knowing our enemies probably something infernal and therefore a Hellmouth may form".

Constantine, Boston and captain marvel groaned in different levels of stress "blast it, I'm definitely gonna need more resources, hey bats reckon you can stomach the bile to ask Lex for assistance? Nobody likes having a Hellmouth in their backyard"

"no, nope, I don't do hellmouths. They're uncomfortable to be near and eat at my soul"

"I can probably get some more help from the rock of eternity if needed?..."

The members broke out in various discussions like this till batman interrupted them "this meeting will need to be suspended for the moment, new information has just been brought to my attention down in Gotham and I need to personally verify it, we will pick back up in half an hour in conference room 3".

Green arrow called to batman as he got up to leave the meeting room "what kind of information?"

"An unknown woman appeared unexpectedly at Wayne manor with hard copy files pertaining to this meeting. Constantine, the first page was a letter to you, you're with me".

"Like bloody-hell I do! Most letters addressed to me are either letters of debt or the magical equivalent of letter-bombs, sometimes both. I'm not going near it!" Batman nodded not stopping, instead tapping a button on his gauntlet "the letter mentioned that".

The meeting rooms projector displayed a scanned shot of a slim stack of papers. The first page was a letter directed to Constantine:

John Constantine,

Two matters of urgent importance:

1. please come verify the authenticity of these documents or I will call in 'my' favours to Satan, Beelzebub and azrael regarding your 'shared' contracts.

2. Please summon me using the enclosed sigil for convenience, meeting room 3 will suffice. I have a matter to discuss with the league regarding the topic of your current meeting and to notify you all of destabilising incidents in the realms related.

(Batman, please be advised that Constantine will not trust this letter expecting a trap, show him a photo of this page to get him moving)

Don't keep me waiting John, you know I can't leave the realms easily 'without' consequence.

Yours in time

Clockwork (formerly Kronos)

Ghost of time

"Oh... bollocks... rutting, friggin bollocks, there's the blasted problems we were worried about" swore Constantine stalking out of the room after batman.

Boston took one look at the letter and shuddered "OK, I changed my mind. The Hellmouth it is, no way am I staying here if he's showing up"

Green arrow didn't get the chance to work with Boston often, the few times he did was through the proxy of possession so he sat and observed Boston's expression, trying to decide if it was fear or disgust... what he saw instead was envy and concern... whoever this clockwork guy was, Boston was worried about been seen by him.

The various JL members talked amongst themselves while they waited, hopefully batman wouldn't hold things up by interrogating the woman...

"Who's Charlemagne?" Captain marvel asked Zatanna quietly.

---

Wayne manor

Batman and Constantine zeta'd to the Batcave, immediately taking the main lift up to the manor. Constantine looked confused "uh, bats? We not taking the scenic route through to the front door?"

Batman gritted his teeth as he answered "there was an additional note attached to the letter, it was addressed to 'Bruce Wayne' and Alfred, in mine and Alfred's private security cypher, it was a warning that there was a security leak in the watchtowers systems and how to find it. Oracle is currently investigating, as for the woman, she seems aware and the note identified her as this 'clockworks' granddaughter, I need you to verify who she actually is"

"Verify if she's the grandchild of the mad titan? Are you kidding me, how am i supposed to do that? We already have Diana, and I doubt any of those Olympians could keep it together long enough to create another demigod! Can't you just look her up or did the Batcomputer explode again?"

Batman growled in answer, exiting the elevator into the manor heading straight for the kitchen. Constantine slowly grinned and held in a laugh as he followed "oh, so that's why were taking the direct path, going out the backdoor takes us past the computer! So it blew up again huh?" Batman glared at him "Yes, the same way it blew up when we tried to examine the GIW data. I need to know why it reacted to her like that".

Alfred was in the kitchen talking politely with Ms jasmine, she seemed insistent for him not to call her a Fenton. Apparently there was a huge falling out and jasmine was in the process of legally changing her name, a task that seemed to be more difficult then normal.

"So we get back to amity, i find out what they did to my siblings, enter the local justice department and I reach the front desk only to find those asshole agents waiting for me there like they own the place, they tried to charge me as an escaped fugitive and shoot at me again so I broke their noses and slipped back out of Illinois before they could hunt me down. Then I went off grid, planting a trail leading to my aunts place and made my way to Gotham with my friends"

"That seems rather dangerous, will your aunt be OK?"

"Oh yeah, it was her idea. After star city aunt Alicia completely disowned Maddie, she knew it wasn't safe in that house and had been trying to get Maddie to stop and think, but... after what happened to Danny and then me... Maddie's on her own, there's no chance for her anymore".

"No I mean will your aunt be OK from those agents?" Jazz snorted "oh yeah no, she'll be fine! Aunt Alicia said if we are going to come, go through Danny's space camp trail. Everywhere else will be a kill box".

"I see... well, next time you talk to her tell her I said good hunting"

Jazz was interrupted from further talk by the dark knight and a shabby blonde man in a overcoat walking into the kitchen "oh, hello Mr Batman sir. I'd say It's nice to meet you but honestly I hoped to never meet you outside of a university lecture, in fact I was honestly expecting a robin to come get the files... aaand you are that occult guy from a few years back who tried to make my parents stop their research. Mr... continuoustein?" Jazz cocked her head in thought.

"Constantine, and your name lass?"

"Oh I'm just Jazz now, formerly Fenton"

Constantine froze and stared blankly at her "you're little jasmine? 'Jazzy-pants? From amity park's Jack and Madelyn Fenton?"

"I hate that name but Yes, why are you so confused?"

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you of all people to be here, weren't you a strict non-believer and studying to be a psychologist?"

Jazz stared at him hard "I was yes, then Danny had his accident and I had to face the reality of the situation, 'no matter how much I protested'" she added "As for my plans, I was still planning to be a psychologist up until a month ago, I found out Danny had been taken by the GIW and my parents took leave of their sanity since they literally sold him to them, they also tried to take me as well, and... well I'm sure the news coverage on that was kept quiet. Anyway, here's the file's 'boobytrap' free for you to examine, my job of courier is now complete!".

Batman silently took in everything she said, a simple glance showed a tired college student, if he looked closer however, things were off like an uncanny valley effect.

Alfred had mentioned her teeth but he hadn't mentioned the angular lines to her face, it was definitely a normal human skull when she turned her head but if you looked directly at her the lines of her face blurred... made it look...off, elongated even. her blue eyes also seemed off, backlit like they glowed, she looked hungry. if you looked at her perfectly normal hands from the corner of your eye they looked a lot sharper while wrapped around the tea cup, like she had hardened claws for nails.

'Not human, or not completely human' batman thought, summarised from what he could see 'definitely signs of being a predator of some sort. Priority is the information though, the threat is secondary'. He decided reigning himself back in before speaking "Jasmine, I'm sorry but i need to ask you a few urgent questions".

"Sure, Jazz is fine but go for it, I can answer a few before I have to leave, although I'm pretty certain clockwork can answer better then me".

"Who is clockwork to you, how can i trust him or you? I ask because from what I was told the infinite realms should hold a sizable grudge against the living."

Jazz stared at him smiling gently as she listed on her fingers: "he's mine and my siblings adoptive grandfather, he doesn't lie but he does like to turn things into lessons to entertain himself and to my knowledge the only ones he has a grudge against is a Doctor fate for some past incident during WWII and time travellers including the flash family for making his job more annoying. As for the realms, excluding me... most just want to be left alone or pursue their obsessions. We police the more dangerous ones like pariah, Anything else?"

He watched her for any flicker of emotion, any sign she was lying... nothing. "Do you know where the leak is or who I am?"

She didn't even blink before replying "page three of the files, they're getting in through cyborg via his star labs uplink, an update installed a blind spot they took advantage of to install spyware marked as necessary firmware. We've added a patch note to allow him to view the GIW files you have, as well as stop computers exploding around ectoplasm. As for you? you are batman, that's all I need to know outside of a psychology examination... unless you want to discuss the theories that 'the butts match' or Wayne industries does a lot more then just help 'fund' the justice league?"

With no answer given Jazz finished her tea and got up, "this has been interesting but I definitely need to head out now, things to do, late for dinner, need to feed. Thanks for the tea Mr pennyworth."

"Are you a metahuman?" Asked batman making her pause as she left the kitchen "hmm, tough question... short answer no, long answer maybe? I'm liminal like my brother, Mr Constantine can probably explain it to you more when he gets past his... apparent brain freeze" Jazz finger gunned past batman causing him to look around.

Constantine, waiting too long to ask his own questions had closed his eyes for a moment to rub at a forming headache of her previous answers, opening his eyes in confusion to batman staring at him, Batman looked back to see jazz had disappeared, the path to the front door was completely empty.

Jazz was gone.

"where did she go?" Batman asked Alfred knowing he hadn't taken his eyes off her. "She left sir, prior engagements and the like. Don't you have a meeting to get back to?"

Outside the Wayne manor The sound of a motorbike revving and driving off echoed into the night.

---

Jazz knew they would begin following her when she reached the streets, she also knew she shouldn't instigated batman by disappearing mysteriously, but her hunger was getting worse! if she stayed a moment longer she would literally dig through the floorboards to get at that faint whiff of what smelled almost like ectoplasm coming from underground... she shook her head and stopped her body from turning back around to hunt the smell, if it had been ectoplasm it would have permeated the air of Wayne manor, not travel up like a bad smell... 'it. Was. Not. Ectoplasm'. She thought hard as she dug her lengthening nails into her palm beds.

It was probably just an experiment or batman stuff, nothing relevant to her.

Jazz exited the manor to find Johnnie waiting out the front on his bike looking idly up at the mansion, he turned to her with a solemn look on his face, no smile, no jokes. she nodded to him and got on his bike, gripping him comfortably as he drove straight through the closed gates, taking her back through the winding upper society roads into Gotham proper.

She tapped him to get his attention and he pulled over to let her off a few blocks away from home, johnnie held her hand for balance as she got off and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go, still not smiling. He seemed to be about to say something to her but clenched his jaw and looked away, a look of stressed concern or possibly anger flickered across his face before he shook it off and revved the engine.

he drove off without a word leaving her to walk the streets home.

Damn jazz was hungry.

---

The batfam were following their targets for the night, there was a suspected metahuman trafficker in Gotham and they were planning to hunt them down before they got a foothold.

The duress warning from Alfred however had made almost everyone try to race back to the mansion before he gave the all clear response.

Now with the city being so quiet and no leads on the traffickers they had idle time, as such they listened in on the woman named jazz's static filled conversation with Alfred in the kitchen (her words sounded like a old tape recorder message, an issue neither oracle or red robin were able to solve on their ends). She was polite and chatted about her life in a town called amity park, how proud she was of her brother for doing his best helping people around town despite their families reputation, the many peculiarities of her town with its fame for being the most haunted... then it got weirder. How Danny had to recruit the entire school to mount a rescue for all the brainwashed adults from a flying ghost ship, The time she almost got blown up by the school councillor who was feeding on the students negative emotions, her brothers creepy godfather who had him cloned resulting in a new little sister who she absolutely adored (once Danny actually thought to tell her she existed), her parents toxic obsession with the ghosts and how it had destroyed her and her siblings lives. "She's making this up, ghosts don't... aren't, capable of all that" grumbled Damien currently staked out on the manors roof, he wasn't risking Alfred being harmed because they dropped their guard.

"I'm glad you said that and not ghosts don't exist because I definitely recall your face when you first learnt about Boston and Greta!"

"That's not relevant nightwing, ghosts can rarely appear in the world let alone orchestrate physical attacks on groups of people, we have no record of these things happening, you would think someone would notify the justice league!"

Steph's giggling voice entered the channel "you know, since nobody was hurt the town probably kept it quiet to help with their most haunted town theme, that... or somebody stopped them reporting it, but that would be crazy-ridiculous and mean something larger".

Jazz's voice came through the com again, this time talking about her recent activities and they sounded even worse.

"So a few months ago I get ready to check out a few college's, waved goodbye to my parents, hugged my brother, the whole shebang. Off I go city to city checking out my preferred places, a few weeks in, hero stuff happens further up the train line and my friends and I get redirected to star city until the lines clear. A day or two in I get the odd feeling someone's stalking me, I stick to public areas and it fades... then the day the lines are clear and we're heading to the station the feelings back again and this time I see them, the freaking GIW are stalking me with their white suits and vans. My friends and I try to bail because we know, anytime they're near, there's gonna be collateral damage and friendly fire all blamed on ghosts. We almost make it before they act, blocking us in the public area and open fire".

Tim is typing away on his wrist computer looking more and more distressed till dick has to put a hand on his shoulder to draw him out "what is it RR?" Tim sends files to his siblings giving each of them chills when they read its contents. "We missed another GIW operation, it didn't turn up in our hunt because the officials who sent us the information were also our contacts with star labs in the city, we didn’t question the information, there's no record of a fire-fight but there is a record of a gas main explosion that caused quite a few casualties in star city a while ago..."

"Many casualties..." murmurs orphan staring at the list "can we confirm?"

Oracle chimed in "I found something while following a lead for 'B', a star labs I.D was used in an attempt to delete star city camera security footage which was flagged by green arrows security logs, the 'explosion' if you want to call it that was caught on a safe house security feed, and shows GIW agents shooting at people trying to cross into a train station. It's hard to be certain but it looks like 'Ms Fenton' was there... it also looks like someone took a shot meant for her!" Oracle enhanced some of the footage, a slightly staticky zoomed in clip showing an agent raise a heavy weapon and fire it at jazz, before it can hit, one of the people with jazz, a woman dived up in front of jazz and the were both blown off screen by the weapon blast.

The sound of B and Constantine entering the kitchen drew their attention, they listened to her answer B's questions when she started to leave. "Getting in position to tai..." Damien was getting up from his position on the roof ready to follow her but found himself frozen in place, unable to move the moment he locked eyes with a man on a motorbike in front of the manor. a man that hadn't been there a minute ago that was now staring directly at him on the roof, The man brought a finger up and wagged it at robin as if to chastise him.

"Robin, can you repeat, you cut out there. come in!" Spoke Grayson in his ear but he couldn't answer. Soon enough the Fenton woman exited straight through the manor door as if it wasn't there and walked up to the biker getting on. The man gave him one last glance before taking off and driving straight through the closed gates to the main road, the moment he left the property Damien could move again, he wasted no time in reporting in to the voices calling him.

"Ugh! Target left the property on a motorbike, driver is a male possibly mid to late 20's extremely pale with white hair, capable of inflicting full paralysis at a distance, may be sight based! Motorbike and riders went through closed gate as if it wasn't there, combined with appearing out of nowhere, may have matter shifting abilities similar to Martian manhunter!"

Unseen, Damien's shadow returned to its normal proportions as a patch of darkness before it flitted away after the motorbike, the woman Jazz had disappeared, gone in the darkness leaving them far behind.

---

A quick study of the documents and a quicker check-up of the annoyed but otherwise fine Damien was all Bruce could afford before they needed to return to the watchtower, folder and its documents in hand.

Exiting the zeta tube batman immediately contacted cyborg "cyborg, I'm sending you a file, immediately follow its instructions to remove a data breach to your systems, then head to the star labs branch in star city, bring the listed officials and workers in for questioning".

Conference room 3 was one of the older rooms, a sturdy work floor had been installed on top of the standard station floor for this room to allow repeated defacing of the surface without needing to constantly repair the space station section, Fortunately most magic rituals could be done with chalk these days.

Currently members of the JLD (minus Dr fate and Deadman who gave their apologies as not wanting to interact with Kronos) and a few supernatural aware JL members were surrounding a summoning circle drawn on the floor, there Constantine was grumbling under his breath while busy wrapping his hands around concoction soaked rags.

"Alright, here we go folks. Good news, clockwork is a neutral entity and is often quite reserved in his personality, that being said. Remember not to wisecrack the ancient entity of time... uh, that warnings mostly for me. So lets get this over with!" Constantine lit the rags on fire, filling the room with the smell of sulphur, clapped his hands together in prayer and began the summoning".

"venias ad me nunc aeternitatis exactor" the circle lit up before slowly turning down from a burning orange to a glowing green as he continued

"Ad te voco spiritum temporis ut det munus meum. Invoco te spiritus temporis ad dandum meum donum scientiae"

(*Come to me now driver of eternity. I call upon you the spirit of time to give my gift. I call upon you, the spirit of time, to give me the gift of knowledge.)

With barely a ripple, a being with red glowing eyes, one scarred and what looked like a grandfather clock jammed in its torso appeared floating in the circle glaring at Constantine"

"I gave you my summoning circle, yet you have the nerve to summon me like that Constantine? I'm not a damn demon. you didn't even use my name properly! if I hadn't wanted to talk to you I would have sent a hex down the line". The grizzled spirit stared at them unblinking, slowly shifting form between adult, child and elder as the sound of deep ticking echoed from him.

"I didn't think you'd really answer the summons for little old me without some kind of trouble waiting, besides, I don't speak Esperanto well, fortunately Latin works just fine".

Constantine tried to light a new cigarette but was stopped by batman nudging him to continue. "You said you had information for our case so I need to ask. I'm enquiring into two spirits we were tracking who escaped a holding facility last week" the ancient spirit glared at Constantine and replied in a mocking tone "a holding facility you say? I didn't know the justice league knew about such places capable of 'containing' spirits. Tell me John, do they just 'hold' spirits there, is that what they do?"

Constantine had the good sense to feel ashamed as Clockwork chewed him out "we didn't know they had gotten this bad, I had requested they be under more scrutiny bu-" "I don't care for excuses Constantine, the damage is done and still continues. Now! Ask what you wanted to ask so I can get back to dealing with some meddlesome intruders in my domain". "Uh right... the two spirits that escaped, they were wounded. We can't seem to track them anymore, I'd like their names so we can summon them and make sure they're alright and possible answer some questions".

If it was possible, the aura around the spirit became more dangerous.

"The spirits you are searching for no longer exist as they were" said the ancient ghost, anger clear on his face towards Constantine and the league members in the room. "Their cores begun final collapse and destabilisation this afternoon after being on the run from the humans agents called the Ghost investigative ward, those that hurt and hunted them. They didn't even get the comfort of their loved ones with them. The most we could do was shroud the area so they would not be recaptured in their final moments".

"Oh, I'm so sorry. What were their names?" Asked Zatanna "their human names? You might know them as Daniel Fenton of amity Park and his cloned half sister Danielle masters" The glare as he turned back to Constantine increased.

"Hang on! The Fenton boy? 'He was cloned?...' uh no wait, Why would he be a spirit? Aren't his parents working with the bloody GIW!" "Yes, yes they are". came the reply with a sense of finality to it.

Constantine's eyes went wide and his skin paled as he realised the implications of what jazz had said earlier, "Oh... oh no." "Oh yes" glared clockwork "my grandson Danny spent two years protecting Amity Park from both ghost attacks, his parents and the GIW without the league or outside help. He kept the human world safe from the ghosts and then had to switch to protecting the realms from the humans. Only to then get shot in the back by his parents, to have his body and core cut up piece by piece".

He watched them mutter and wince amongst themselves before continuing "it should interest you to note, His human allies and their families were also taken by the GIW and are being held by your government in rather unpleasant detainment facilities. If you would like to earn my favour I would suggest tracking them down and releasing some of them for starters".

The batman approached the circle and examined clockwork before speaking "what are their names? Do you know which facilities they are in or what they're being held for?" Clockwork seemed to contemplate something. A green sheet of parchment fell through the circle at their feet, a list of names, aliases and locations.

"You can start with Samantha Manson, she's currently booked illegally in Arkham under an alias, you should find her having tea with poison ivy since they have a lot in common. By the way, since her parents willingly helped lock her up in that 'tainted curse' of a place to avoid being incarcerated themselves, I would suggest helping her out with emancipation paperwork and bringing charges against the parents.

Next is tucker Foley, he's currently in the Cadmus lab in metropolis as a test subject, luckily he's smarter then them. You can give him a few more days before you collect him, he's having fun sabotaging their more shady work.

Last, You'll find Valerie grey residing in belle reve prison... most of the time. You will need to schedule time with Amanda Waller if you want to get her out".

Batman stared at the list "what are all these other names and locations?"

"The Foley's and the grey family are interred with students from Casper high, amity park. They're being held in detention cells throughout America" clockwork rolled his glowing eyes at that. "The students attempted to get in touch with authorities outside amity park and the GIW'S control, the agents found out about it and had them black bagged, or white bagged if you want to go by their theme, Now they're being held for breach of the anti-ecto acts. The rest of the locations are undocumented GIW facilities where captured ghosts and ecto contaminated subjects are experimented on. I would advise shutting them down soon or the GIW, if successful with their experimentation will gain enough strength to be a major problem for your entire reality".

Batman looked at the list and nodded, "it will be dealt with, how were these anti-ecto acts breached exactly?-"

[Entry: raven 02]

Their conversation was stopped by raven entering the meeting room and coming to a halt. "Oh, uh did I come at a bad time?" Clockwork shifting to a small child ghost, looked up at her and smiled "of course not Ms raven, in fact I was hoping to return something of yours, would you like it now or we can discuss later if you prefer?"

"What are you offering her?" Asked Constantine immediately suspicious, "memories" clockwork replied. Raven looked confused but nodded assuringly to Constantine "whose memories are they?" Clockwork pulled out a small clockwork gear printed in strange symbols on a glowing material and flicked it out of the circle like a coin to her. "I'd say yours, to remember in your own time" Clockwork turned back to batman shifting to an old ghost and continued explaining the anti-ecto acts and the loopholes they had used to get their way.

Diana glanced up at raven, still standing awkwardly by the door holding the cog unsure if she had been dismissed. "Raven, take a seat dear, has something happened?"

Raven sighed as she answered accepting an empty chair "I'm sorry, I was tracking the spirits down with superboy when that weird storm hit. tracking has completely failed and smallville was the last area I could locate the spirits. I've tried breaking through again but the storm is too strong, Not to mention strange reports began just before it appeared".

"Oh, what reports?"

"Public disturbance calls mostly, Magic sites across the globe that deal with spirits are reacting weirdly. shrines, graveyards even haunted houses". Diana caught clockworks grin at her and turned to look at him "what do you know about this?" She asked staring at him intently.

"Oh just the second reason for my visit, none of you would know this yet but the infinite realms is currently in a form of political turmoil" Constantine perked up "turmoil? What happened, did one of your more inane ghosts do something stupid like stealing Pandora's box again?"

"Close, due to the disappearance of phantom, who has being one of the more stabilising presences in the realms. some citizens of the realms (who may have had a hand in his disappearance) took it upon themselves to steal royal artefacts and dispense them to potential candidates for the throne, as such from tonight we are now locked into a war of succession"

"A war of succession... how? Pariah's been your king for well over a millennia!" Exclaimed Constantine. "exactly, pariah in his defeat was still wearing the crown while locked in the coffin of forever sleep. however during an incident two years ago he was temporarily freed by a greedy idiot. After a few days terrorising the realms, he was bested and re-sealed by phantom, this time without the crown. Since having been defeated in what was observed as single combat he lost the rite of control for both the crown of fire and the ring of rage. Both items at the time were stolen by Vlad masters and stored in his vault... they are gone now, and are in the hands of candidates to the throne".

Green arrows face scrunched like he'd eaten something sour, "Vlad masters? That rich, creepy mayor with a ton of shady businesses? How'd he get involved?" "The same way he got those businesses, he caused an issue then swept in taking what he wanted without the original owners being aware. You'll find files on him in those GIW computers you collected, fortunately he's not a candidate for the throne so I can sell the prat out without breaking the rules, by the way, I'd appreciate you hunting him down Constantine, he has many relics you might be interested in as payment".

"What makes a candidate? can we know who the candidates are?" Asked batman trying to bring them back on topic. "I cannot say the selection process was done by the Observants without permission of the ancients, those two relics are crafted in a way that I cannot detect or interact with them, a fail-safe pariah built into them to stop me ever trying to usurp him. They were stolen around the same time but I only discovered they were missing because another one of the stolen relics was guarded by the yeti's. That has itself brought up its own local problems. However, the earliest theft was shortly before phantom disappeared two months ago. all I can say is they are loose in this world and you will begin noticing their effects soon... or you may already have noticed these effects..." Constantine was getting irritated and really wanted another smoke " you're clear as mud clockwork, that doesn't really help things. Do us a favour and tell us what the items do to people, I mean, shouldn't they only affect ghosts?"

Clockwork grinned "how many times have you all died? Even for short periods of time because your heart stopped? Now, how many of you live in area's where there's a high amount of death energy permeating the city around them?" He looked to batman for this one with a raised eye. "The ring and crown influence those affected by death in different ways, fortunately you would need to be an actual denizen of the infinite realms to have full control of all the relics abilities".

Green arrow spoke up "so what can we expect from a non denizen who wields the relics?" A smile this time, "a good question green arrow. The crown will empower any undead that swears fealty to its wearer, the ring however will absorb the willpower from anybody targeted by it and give it to the wielder". Simon, content to just listen glanced up at clockwork who was looking at him intently as he said it.

Green arrow frowned, "so together they would allow you to both gain an obedient army and make them stronger?"

"Seems like it would be quite useful on a battlefield amongst the dead! Good thing they are currently separate".

Diana raised a hand to interrupt simply getting a smile from clockwork "we are not in class granddaughter, please go ahead" Diana hesitated at the title but pressed on "what are the requirements to become the new king? How will the succession war end, do you already know who will be victorious?" Clockwork looked sad and hesitant to answer "unfortunately the wielders for the relics are concealed from my sight and as for who the victor is I cannot say, all possible futures are laid out in front of me, futures where everything ebbs, futures where everything flows but without the present tense to follow the trails, I cannot see which is more likely to happen, all I can do is plan and prepare. For how it starts, claim the ring and crown and be acknowledged by the throne. As for how it ends, it ends when someone is foolish enough to stab the old king".

At the last part Diana saw his glowing eyes flicker to raven still holding the cog wheel "I... assume you have made your plans for the succession... should we be worried?" Clockwork chuckled loudly before answering in a bored manner "I am forbidden by ancient contracts that chain me to my domain, by their command and for the good of the realms. interfering in a war of succession is not permitted unless it risks temporal damage or destruction of the infinite realms". It sounded like he was reading off a contract he'd been forced to read countless times throughout eternity. "Are you really kronos? You are acting far too personable to be the mad titan" "No, I'm Clockwork. The ghost of time. If that doesn't answer your question ask me again next time we meet granddaughter, I will explain things better then, for now, be worried, or don't be worried. I'm sure you have many rogues and villains to confront to keep you busy, farewell".

Clockwork seemed to turn to leave before looking back "Oh and batman, the joker just escaped from Arkham, his cell has a joker gas bomb rigged to the cell door. Good luck!"

And with that he flickered out of view leaving them in the shadowed room.

---

It was only a few questions that had been asked, with much information being given in return. Batman had made his apologies as he stormed out of the room calling in the possible escape while the JLD members relocated back to the previous meeting room, there they were busy comparing notes on possible contenders for the throne and looking for signs of strange activity.

They needed to stay in the loop for this, while the infinite realms was definitely out of their jurisdiction, the threat of another pariah dark was enough of a threat to stay involved in the process.

Clark sighed as he looked over the footage of the spirits escape "if we could have just found them sooner, perhaps we could have saved them... or at least helped them pass comfortably" the Question, studiously looking through the green parchment of names and places, comparing them with old physical road maps replied comfortingly.

"Don't beat yourself up Kal-el, this entire situation came from a forgotten agency with no oversite, they've been keeping things off our radar, not to mention using their authority and the general public's disbelief in the supernatural... All we can do is prevent any further tragedies happening".

"Public disbelief? The public should know magic exists, including supernatural entities like ghosts!" "Yes but they're not like our ghosts are they. Deadman can only be seen by use of magic and could never interact with the physical world without possessing someone, Secret? while able to be visible she couldn't interact with the world for more then a few minutes at a time. These ghosts however are capable of feats of strength on par with you, powers that defy physics, rivalling masters of magic and superheros alike".

[Entry: cyborg 01]

They all looked up to cyborg entering the meeting room with an angry look on his face. "Oh what now?" Asked Constantine tiredly. "Three scientists. a visiting professor. 6 security guards with league clearance and the public rep for star labs are in custody, I guess the preference for white outfits should have been a sign to look out for. the security breach for the watchtower and the league in general has been closed" he gritted his teeth before continuing. "There has also been a break in at the holding facility where the GIW personnel were hospitalised. A GIW agent has been arrested but the patients are gone, nobody can find a trace of them". Simon perked up quickly looking into it "when did this happen? There's been no alert put out". "That's because none was issued, the agent rocked up to the facility with all the paperwork ordering their release, paperwork apparently signed off by us. the only reason he was caught was because I cleared the block preventing me from noticing them and ordered him arrested". Cyborgs voice became like acid "I've been running back through the watchtowers files, without the block I can now read all their data including the files from their computers, they've been tampering with us for years. Changing our logs, diverting emergency calls, even stealing equipment, research and funding!"

Diana rubbed her temples and sighed "so the government agency that has caused us so much trouble over a long time period, who has endangered this world with their recent actions just stole subjects of a priority investigation? We'll need to arrest them now, collate the data and we'll organise a priority meeting with the American government, this needs to be stopped. Any other information we should know?

Raven spoke up "I'm concerned with those GIW agents in the white vans, when we caught up with them they were tearing across Kansas after the spirits causing trouble, they destroyed a lot of peoples crops and fences. none of them seem to be magic users but somehow they can track the spirits long distance through some sort of scientific means. Fortunately it seems when the storm started they lost tracking the same time I did, unfortunately they then rounded on us accusing us of sabotaging their gear. Superboy was dealing with them and told me to head back to report, he didn't like the way they kept eyeing me and examining me with their gear".

Superman remembered the threat clockwork had mentioned and spoke looking at Constantine "-you may have already noticed it's effects-, Constantine you said the agent was driven insane previously right? He wouldn't have attacked the lanterns otherwise? Perhaps the GIW are involved in both issues. This is a new risk to watch out for, nobody approach or interact with those people by yourselves, always partner up, especially Dark members, they may decide magic is their contamination and I don't want to risk you guys getting captured by them. Send the warning out to all league members and any community's at risk. This meeting is now adjourned".

The league members quickly headed off to their tasks, there was a lot to be done.

---

In a GIW lab

Agent B hurried through the facility towards the high containment area, intent on ignoring the calls for help from the multitude of containment cells. In the far room was his new superior examining test results.

"Sir, the captured agents have been retrieved but agent A was apprehended by those ecto loving hero's! Permission to stage a rescue operation?"

The bald man with a pointed nose looked at the agent with disdain "why would I waste my time with that useless trash, if he got caught he got caught, bring those captured agents down to the containment labs, it's time for the 'live' trials!" He caressed a glass jar full of bright green ectoplasm and smiled. Agent B stared at his superior confused "sir, why would I bring the agents here, they need the medical wing so they can recover and get back at that damn ghos-" "-atututa" said the man shushing the agent "that's not needed, after all, the field reports indicate that the ghost in question is either destroyed or near complete ending, your wounded agents dealt it a killing blow in the lab before it's escape, you can be proud that they caused it to suffer immensely before fading. Well done, now bring them down here". The smile disappeared as the man repeated himself. "Agent B was about to object when the superior held up his hand with a green skull ring on it "I said bring them down here" the agent glowed slightly as something was drained away from him into the ring, he nodded and turned away to complete the task, the superior called to him jovially as he left "also once that's done begin recruitment to replace the fallen agents, we can't have the GIW looking too thin in numbers!" the door closed and the man added quietly "after all, a good scapegoat has to look healthy for people to buy it!"

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Notes:

-that's all for this chapter, next ones back in smallville as Danni starts to find themself again.

-sorry if it got too wordy or is too close together, would you believe me if I said the last month has been me trying to figure out the last half of the JL meeting? I just couldn't put words down that stuck!

-might be a little confusing because I'm playing with time but ravens designation is because she's been reincarnated, the league would have to keep all biometrics of all people using titles in case they were temporally displaced.

-I'm keeping question ambiguous like a dread pirate Roberts because that is on character for question, so you can imagine them as Vic or Renee, it's up to you.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #best of both worlds #danny phantom #batman #long post #my writing

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Jo, my love 🤍

For a little Heaven/AASB prompt: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Chelsea my love 💜 This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. (The last blurb game I played.) I love you and know you needed a little time to feel better, but hopefully this can make you smile a little. Sorry this is so late, I am TRASH.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

It had been a month.

A month full of nightmares and worry and tentative touches.

Eddie walked on eggshells around you, making sure you knew how much he cared about you—how much he loved you—while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, hoping to soothe whatever demons lurked just beyond your consciousness.

But he couldn’t deny it anymore.

You lied to him.

And he needed to confront you about it.

“You saw Nightmare on Elm Street without me,” he exclaimed as you opened the door to greet him, ready for a night in.

Your previously excited expression fell.

“Eddie, I—”

“Nope,” he interrupted and pushed past you into your apartment. “I don’t wanna hear it. You said you didn’t want to go with me and you went anyway.”

After the whole incident that night in November—the one that had you practically clawing at his door, covered in soot and muck and smelling like smoke—he had treaded carefully. You had put on a brave face but he knew that you weren’t ok.

You flinched when he touched you if you didn’t expect him to. If you spilled any gas when you went to fill up your car, you’d scrub and scrub your hands until the skin was raw and throbbing.

However, the nights where you stayed together—whether at your apartment or at the trailer—and you woke up panting and in a cold sweat were the worst.

Which was why he didn’t protest when you turned down seeing the movie with him, despite having been excited several weeks before when you’d seen the preview for it on tv.

“That looks absolutely amazing. I can’t believe they’re waiting for November. They should have released it for Halloween!” You gushed.

“Listen, that Terminator movie seems pretty cool too,” he justified. “We’ll just have to wait.”

So the two of you waited, and Eddie waited even longer, it seemed.

He didn't bring it up when the Hawk began advertising it on the marquee--he thought he was giving you time before springing a nightmare monster on you--but at Thanksgiving, Wayne had mentioned it after the commercial popped up during dinner and you immediately became flighty.

"That the movie you kids were thinking' of seeing?" he asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, we need to get tickets before the Hawk features another show." Eddie turned to you. "How 'bout it, angel? You're off tomorrow."

"Oh, umm," you pushed your fork through your macaroni and cheese and shrugged. "I'm kind of...tired. I was just gonna stay in, if you wanted to just come over and watch movies with me there."

Eddie agreed, of course. Not only was he eager for any amount of time he could spend with you, he just...didn't want to push you before you were ready. He also didn't want to be the kind of boyfriend who steamrolled you just because he wanted to do something.

He'd been around enough assholes like that and he knew, whether you explicitly said it or not, that you had been too.

Still...he really didn't want to wait until Family Video had the tape for rent.

So on the last day that it was at the Hawk, some dull little Wednesday at the beginning of December, he went. Brought Jeff, Gareth, and Dave under the guise of it being a treat for a great set the night before. (They really had done a good job.)

And on the way out, he noticed the poster still hanging outside of the box office. The creepy claws, Heather Langenkamp's petrified gaze. Maybe seeing the movie would be too much for you, but the poster would look really good on the otherwise-barren walls of your little apartment.

So told the boys to wait in the van so he could beg and plead and possibly bribe the theater manager--one of Rick's fishing buddies--to give the poster to him.

Imagine Eddie's surprise when the older man pulled a post it off the side of the cash register and said it was already spoken for. That surprise only increased tenfold when he recognized your name and phone number scrawled there.

Eddie asked when you'd claimed it.

"Yeah, a big group from Bradley's came by right before Thanksgiving" the manager shrugged. "You know old Tim likes to do...what do they call it? Team building? Whatever new fangled ways that you get out of paying out a holiday bonus."

Eddie didn't know how to feel...he knew you kept secrets...he did too. It wasn't that the two of you were lying to one another, per se...this certainly felt like a lie though.

Why wouldn't you just tell him you had seen the movie?

The two seconds it took for the theater manager to take a breath and get to his feet were an eternity for Eddie, and in that eternity, he spiraled in insecurity. His doubt in you, in your relationship, in himself.

He didn't want to do it. Didn't want to be this way. But what else should he think--could he think--but that it was his fault when everyone left?

The theater manager exited the box office and walked over to the poster display. He fished keys from his back pocket and unlocked the little window, then pulled the poster out and handed it to a numb Eddie, oblivious to his internal conflict.

"She said it was some kind of surprise for her boyfriend," the manager explained. "But...you're practically Rick's kid. I can't say no to you Ed. Just don't tell anyone where you got it. I don't want to get some kind of phone call saying I'm...out to destroy young love or something."

Just like that, all of the doubt exited his body.

Now here he was, standing before you as you stammered and tried to explain, as you tried to say that you had no choice. You paced and worried your fingers together and he knew he had to stop you before you got too caught up in your guilt.

He pulled the poster out from where it was tucked inside of his jacket and held the roll out to you.

"What's this?" you grabbed it from him with a frown.

"The scroll with the instructions for the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch," he grinned and urged you to look at it.

You unfurled the poster and the tension in your shoulders dissipated.

"You could have just gone with me again," Eddie offered. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I just...didn't want to be a disappointment to you," you sighed. "I know you were looking forward to it. You always cover my eyes during the jump scares. That's your favorite part."

"No," Eddie shrugged. "My favorite part is making out with you during the credits."

You rolled your eyes and rolled the poster back up to hit him with it.

"Hey now, don't damage the goods," Eddie laughed and grabbed you by the arms to stop your playful abuse. "It took a lot of work to woo old Bill into giving me that poster."

"I wanted to surprise you," you scoffed. "I was even gonna give him $20!"

"You seriously underestimate my ability to charm people, sweetheart," Eddie teased. "Hypnotize them, get them to fall for my devastating good looks."

"I guess I'm just immune to that charm," you snarked and he shifted his hands quickly to your waist tickle you. "Ah no Eddie!"

You shrieked and squirmed until you started to go limp in his arms, unable to withstand the assault any longer. His fingers slowed down and he took the opportunity to smack a kiss against your lips.

"Just you wait. One day I'll find the right words, the right enchantment," he vowed in a faux menacing voice. "And you'll never escape my spell, ever again."

#as above so below #hymns of heaven #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #a little...sus at the end...huh...#don't know about that one

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 29

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 1526

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Jungkook Good morning, baby

You You're right next to me

Jungkook But you're texting back And I wanted to see you blush You're just so cute :) I love you

You I love you too Now put your phone away so I can show you how much

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Jimin Well I guess one date is enough for Jungkook's hands not to be "disgusting and unworthy"

Jin Technically not even before the date finished I'm the only gentleman here

Taehyung coughprudecough

Namjoon ?

Jimin Hyung be glad your room isn't up here

Hobi Jimin YOU of all people are complaining about the noise??? After the first night?

Namjoon Ooooohh I see

Jimin How dare he scold us When he got to take her out on a date wearing a FUCKING CHOKER

Jin Oh yeah That was Yeah

Yoongi wait what

Namjoon wait what

Hobi You're joking

Jin You mean choking? Ohohohoho

Jimin Shut up hyung

Jin How dare you I'm hilarious

Jimin She wouldn't even let me kiss her ughhhhhhhhhhhghghgh

Taehyung He's been bitching about it since yesterday Shut up Chim I'm trying to listen to our girl moan

Hobi Wait isn't that Kookie?

Taehyung Well I was still able to finish

Jin Did you really have to announce that to everyone?

Namjoon We're all going to hell

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Jin Hey wifey <3

You Hey Jinnie <3 Thanks for waiting up for us last night! And for letting Kookie use your car, that was really nice of you

Jin Anything for my favorite girl

You Anyway, what's up?

Jin I made french toast

You !!!!

Jin So when you kids are done with your "activities" come down

You Hmmmmmm? What activities?

Jin You know exactly what I'm talking about

You I'm sorry, you'll have to elaborate :)

Jin Let me take you out tonight and maybe I'll show you after

You Sooo tempting, but I have plans sorry Maybe next time!

Jin You're killing me

You You snooze you lose babe And you snoozed

Jin Wait have you been teasing me because I wouldn't fuck you in my car?

You No Maybe

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Hobi [Y/n]!

You Hello sunshine! :) What's up?

Hobi I can't believe I never actually asked you out properly Or took you anywhere

You It's fine! Things just kinda happened I'm not mad about it :)

Hobi No! I want to make it up to you Let's go somewhere fun soon!

You Haha okay It'll have to be after Jackson gets back though!

Hobi Okay! Is there anywhere you want to go in particular? My treat <3

You Oh actually! I've wanted to go that amusement park near us for like ever

Hobi Uh

You I love rollercoasters! I haven't been on one in so long

Hobi Okay, amusement park it is :)

You Wooooo I read that they have a new ride And it's now the second fastest in the country I can't wait!

Hobi What

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You Min Yoongi

Yoongi that is my name

You What's this flash drive on my desk about? It's not gonna give me some weird virus is it? Omg is it so you can watch me through my webcam?

Yoongi good idea actually

You Yoongi!

Yoongi it's a song

You Couldn't you just show me yourself?

Yoongi no

You Why not??

Yoongi i made it for you

You Awww are you embarrassed??

Yoongi no just too busy

You Mhmmm okay :) I'm gonna listen to it now!

Yoongi ok

You Omg

Yoongi ?

You Marry me, Min Yoongi

Yoongi bring the papers

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Taehyung Come keep me company at work It's so slow today :(

You Am I just your boredom relief? 🥺

Taehyung You know I just want any excuse to see you

You You are a dangerous man, Kim Taehyung

Taehyung Only for you, pretty girl

You Omg stop

Taehyung Aw are you flustered over text? Wish I could see that cute face in person

You I'm not flustered!

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Jimin She's totally flustered It's so cute

Taehyung :)

Jimin Wtf Kookie just swooped in and grabbed her to go do something

Taehyung :(

Jimin Did I tell you how fucking unfair it is that [y/n] wore a FUCKING CHOKER on her date with Kookie?

Taehyung Only like a hundred times Including the group chat You could have at least gotten a picture

Jimin She looked soooooooo sexy you don't even understand And then she just LEFT

Taehyung Chim you've complained to me so fucking much It's like you want ME to take care of it

Jimin Huh

Taehyung ?

Jimin I… have a boner?

Taehyung Huh Now I do too?

Jimin Well

Taehyung Well

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You Hey Joonie?

Namjoon What's up?

You So Jackson comes home this weekend

Namjoon Did you hear that?

You ?

Namjoon That was the sound of my testicles retracting into my body

You Lmao why are you so terrified of my brother? Aren't you guys friends?

Namjoon Yes That's why I'm scared

You … Of my brother The one people call Wang Puppy

Namjoon You don't understand It's not your reproductive organs on the line

You Oh my god lol Come on, he's harmless

Namjoon To you!!

You Joonie come on

Namjoon Remember that one guy who kind of stalked you your freshman year?

You Wait we didn't know each other freshman year… How do you know about that? Are YOU a stalker?

Namjoon Hah hah I heard about it from Jackson before I knew you You know he transferred schools right

You Yeah, thank god So lucky

Namjoon Yeah uh Your brother might have had something to do with that

You Wait what

Namjoon You don't want to know the details

You I kind of do

Namjoon Your conscience is better off not knowing Suffice it to say There was… coercion involved

You I have so many questions

Namjoon Can we just leave it at that for now? It's wise to fear the wrath of a gentle man So let's please focus on the current issue? Which is keeping your favorite seven roommates alive

You Ugh fine but I'm not forgetting this So we have to figure out a way to tell him that I'm not with just one But all of you guys

Namjoon He's going to kill me Or at least castrate me

You Let me think of something okay? I'll protect you Joonie!

Namjoon God you're so cute I trust you to protect our future children

You Uh excuse me At least buy me dinner first before we talk about kids

Namjoon Oh fuck I didn't mean to say that out loud I mean type it out loud I mean type it to you I just

You Lol I'm messing with you Joonie I know you were just joking

Namjoon Haha yeah totally

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You So I know I forgot to send you a selfie But I swear I wore it!

Mina Hm What can you tell me to make me believe you

You Well I had to stop Jimin from seducing me before the date when he saw And Kookie DEFINITELY seemed to like it And when we got home Jin was staring somewhere between my eyes and my boobs so

Mina Lololololol I knew your boys had taste Alright I believe you

You Okay good I'm calling in that favor

Mina Bitch already?

You But you'll like it! Probably

Mina …

You It involves my brother

Mina Continue

You How are your feminine wiles?

Mina Are you asking me to seduce your brother?

You Maybe

Mina Why

You Maybe I just want my best friend and my brother to be happy together?

Mina Yes but I smell an ulterior motive

You Can't get anything past you Well I was planning on this anyway But recent events are forcing me to speed up

Mina Ohhh You're gonna break the news that you're getting plowed by seven guys

You Yeah, apparently Jackson is actually uh Very protective? Remember that dude who wouldn't leave me alone freshman year?

Mina Ugh fuck that guy

You Well according to Joonie My brother "coerced" him to transfer

Mina Oh shit That's fucking hot

You ANYWAY Joonie is scared they might get similarly Er Coerced

Mina Lmao it's a 7 on 1 and they're still scared? Makes your brother even sexier

You Ew So anyway my general idea is You come over before he can murder anyone And give him those sexy eyes you do

Mina Lol you really think that'll work on him?

You Probably? It's not like you ever tried on him I've never seen it fail I mean that look is enough to make me ditch my boys for you

Mina Aww love you too babe <3 So I'm going to distract your bro with something sexy And you're going to help me

You Yes

Mina Girl if it works I'll owe you two favors

You Hooray!!!! We can begin our evil plan when we get drinks tonight?

Mina 👍 Bringing any pokemon?

You I mean I should But it's also kind of cute seeing them panic Maybe we can keep their salvation a surprise

Mina Girl have I been rubbing off on you while they've been rubbing off in you?

You Why are you like this

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#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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You're My Daughter

Lantern! Jason Todd X Lantern! Pregnant! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Daughter! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, morning sickness, angst and explicit language

Words:1502

It's her little sister's graduation. She had to be there even with all the heartache that was caused with her and her, family.

"there is so much going on right Alfred.. I.. I honestly don't know if I can make it

-"I understand Ms Y/N, but it's important to your family, your sister that you come to the Manor before Ms Cassandra's graduation tomorrow"

"I'll think about it but I can't promise"

That night I took a deep breath. I looked at my, seven month pregnant bump. I hold the eviction notice again. I have to leave the apartment tomorrow. I already packed my things and put my bags in my car. I walked back inside the house feeling empty, cold still felt like this before because Jason wasn't home. I saw a picture frame with Jason and I... I forgot to grab I held it my throat began to shake. I miss him so much it my makes me feel like shaking. I went the Manor late at night, I parked. I took a deep breath feeling a Braxton hicks contraction. I take a deep breath as it stops, I felt my daughter kicking.

"slow down baby.. let's try and wait for daddy ok"

I walked to the door holding my bag. I hesitated and knocked. I used to live here but, after all that's happened.. Alfred opened. The poor man nearly fainted as he looked at me in shock.

"miss Y/N!"

"hey Alfie long time no see"

"congratulations dear, please come in"

He let me in while taking my bag. I smelt the food he had probably been preparing for the party tomorrow. I stepped to the elevator to go to my room upstairs, before anyone saw me. Alfred accompanied me. I winced and hold the handle bar, feeling a sharp light pain in my back.

"miss Y/N may I assist you to your room?"

My feet are in so much pain "nah.. Maybe" I nodded, besides.. He wouldn't allow me to reject his help.

He smiled and helped me to my room. He moved the covers while laying the bag on the dresser. My emotions were everywhere. I hugged my grandfather. He was treating me so kindly. Like he still loved me.

He clears his throat "now off to bed, Ms. I shall get you something to help with the pain"

"thanks Alfred"

As he left. I kick my shoes off and I laid on the bed instantly relaxing. I grabbed a additional pillow putting it under my belly laying to help support the extra precious weight......... I hear a abrupt knocking. I put my hand on my belly carefully sitting up. I move the pillows from me. I feel a small sting of pain in my head with each knock.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold on dammit!"

I stood opening the door to see my older brother Dick.

"one word and I'll kick your ass.. It's too early for explaining anything right now and I can't fix it with caffeine"

"you're pregnant?!" he shouted

"be quiet dimwit!!" I demanded slapping his shoulder.

The doors began to open. I was so nervous I couldn't move.

"pregnant? That's a word I didn't expect to wake--" Duke gasped "Aww Y/N!!"

"what are you all fools blabbering about I'm trying to read" Damian glared from his room, he looks at me.. "is your mind ill as well? Sit down!"

AWWW, he cares.. I remember Damian's shock when Jason confessed he was his Bodyguard for most of Damian's early life. They've been true brothers ever since.

"wait who's knocked up?!" Stephanie exclaimed and then looked at me, she gasped "no way!"

"knocked up?.." Tim looked at me in shock "I need some more coffee"

Barbara was in her wheelchair as she rolled from the room her and Grayson shared. She gasps seeing me. I can't do this. This is too much. Under pressure, I quickly go back into my room and lock the door behind me. I hear Dick trying to plead with me to come out. I took a shower and got ready staying in my room until the last second. We went to the Graduation Ceremony. I drove in my car following them. We each parked. I took a deep breath my feet already hurting in my dammed shoe's.. This is going to be a long day. I opened the car door. After he helped his girlfriend. Grayson walked up to helping me out. He shut the door. We went inside a large room with hundreds of seats and people. We all sat down. I sat in the back. Bruce was completely unaware of my presence. He was focusing in on Cass. Good now I can breath. They said her name, she stood from her seat. Dick began whistling, Stephanie cheering her on. She looked at us smiling. She grabbed her diploma she sat back down on her chair. She saw me and smiled. I gently waved to her. Bruce turns his head seeing me. I mouthed 'please don't'. After the ceremony I took the opportunity to leave. I walked back to my car

"wait!"

I turn my head to see Cass running to me.

"hey Cassandra" I softly said

"thank you" she hugged me "thank you"

"I'm always going to be here for you, even when I've messed up"

"you never did. You were hurt"

That I was. I parted from her before I started crying. She rubbed my arm in sympathy. The rest of the family left the building. I can't do this.

"hey Cass come back for pictures!" Stephanie shouted to her "and Y/N! Don't you dare leave. Come back to the Manor! We're doing a party and I know you must have cravings!"

"please" Cassandra pleaded

"alright fine" I softly said "I'm going to go ahead of you guy's and meet you there"

"ok" Cassandra smiled giving me one last hug.

I walk to my car. I'm so tired.. I look in my purse for my keys and grab them. I accidentally drop them. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. On top of that my lantern ring needs to be recharged. I try and reach for my keys but someone picks them up for me.

"big brother to the rescue, you look exhausted... I'll drive you there"

"Grayson.. I"

"I'll be quiet as a mouse and you can relax.. C'mon Y/N I miss my little sister"

"ok"

We got in my car. He started the engine and began driving. I noticed him taking side glances to me.

"what do you want to know?" I asked feeling the tension that was driving me insane.

"well since you're offering up info.. Why is your stuff all in your car? Did something happen?"

"yeah something did.. I can't afford my apartment.. You can't be mad at Jason.. He has Lantern business and.. I haven't heard from him since"

"wow sis that's a lot to deal with.. I'm sorry.. You know you are always welcome to stay at the Manor.. You're still apart of this family"

"please don't go there" I begged nearly crying

Everyone else pulled up Dick and I got out everyone stepped inside. I couldn't bare to look at Bruce. After a few minutes more people came for the party. I stood in the kitchen eating chips. I heard my phone ringing Jason! I answer fastly gripping my hair.

"Jason? Are you ok?"

-"hey babe--" he began to cough

"Jason?! W-What's wrong?" I carefully walked to the my room for privacy

I put my hand on my belly to brace myself as I sit down. I hear gunfire from an alien blaster on the other line. I then hear Jason yell out in pain.

"Jason! Jason!" the line cut off.

I began crying. I quickly tried to contact Kilowag.. Then every single lantern I knew. Nothing. I exhaled stuttering, I then start to sob. What if I've lost him? I have to go find him. I look in my bag grabbing the lantern to recharge my ring. Bruce opens my door abruptly. He carefully trys to take the lantern from me

"no! No!! I have to go find him!!" I demanded my body began shaking with anxiety.

He puts the lantern on my nightstand and pulls my shaking arms to him. I was shocked by his affection. He guides me to sit on the bed never letting me go. I part from him trying to dry my tears. He has to be OK. I grip Bruce's arms.

"I have to go find him dad" I pleaded.

"you can't Y/N.... I want answers you've come here with all your belongings, you're Pregnant. Where is Jason?"

"Jason just called me.. There was gunfire and then his line dropped" I cover my face as I try to keep from breaking ".. I had to leave my apartment and.. "

Bruce's face, fell into heartbreak. I would storm off if I could run fast enough. He put his hand on my back as I covered my face. We hugged each other again, as I truly broke in my Dad's arms.

#batfamily #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd X Pregnant! Reader #green lantern! reader #Gl! Reader #Gl! Jason Todd #Green Lantern Jason Todd #Angst #Hurt #Crying #batfam #Loving Batfamily #Graduation

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princesspuresarahk · 6 months

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Meg Fanfic

Chapter: 3 Coffee treats and sweet beats "Hey Cleveland I'm back and got your donuts also brought a gust," Donna called out waving to her husband as both she and Meg got out of the car with the coffee and donuts along with some milk and apple juice for Rollo and Jr. (Though now a teen didn't like coffee much) handed the boys their drinks thanking for the treats "yeah all right thanks Moma!" Rollo cheered "Thank you for the drink and donuts Miss Donna," Junior thanked his stepmother as Cleveland walked to give his wife a sweet kiss "Mmm everything smells good baby sweet and warm just like you," he commented making Donna giggle "Thank you Cleveland my sweet hubby man," Donna thanked giving her a kiss back husband making her husband giggle and blush a little while Rollo and Roberta rolled their in embarrassment Junior thought it was sweet.

Meg thought it was sweet too as she stood looking a little awkward until Donna introduced her "Cleveland, Kids you remember the Griffin's oldest child Meg," she gently waved Meg over to come say hi "Uh..hi Mr. Brown it's nice to see you," she shyly greeted "Hey Jr., Roberta and Rallo," "Hello, Miss Griffin~! I'm Cleveland Brown Jr.~!" Junior beamed to Meg as he waved his hand "hi Junior it's been a long time," she replied sweetly warming up "I am so glad that I get you see you again after so long~!" Junior remarked to her, Roberta gave a "Hey, nice to meet you," while still checking her phone waiting for her boyfriend to arrive Donna rolled her eyes before exasperating, "Roberta!"

That girl and her phone. Meanwhile, Rallo introduces himself "Sup, name's Rallo Tubbs nice to meet ya sweet thing," the 6-year-old commented trying to be flirty even though it made him look silly and adorable Meg is a bit shunned by his words. Donna can only sigh at this. "Please excuse Rallo anyway Meg will be joining me for coffee since she'll be staying home while her family is away," Donna smiled as did Meg "That is great, Miss Donna~" Junior bubbled in excitement. Cleveland suddenly checked his watch "Oh it's about time for us to head out boys, Donna did you get what we ordered?" He asked as Jr. and Rallo quickly loaded up their bags into the trunk of the car Donna handed them their box "It's all there baby three maple bacon donuts, three hot butter pecan, three apple ciders for Jr. and three chocolate with sprinkles just for you Rallo," she mentioned giving Cleveland his cup of coffee making the 6-year-old excited "alright, thanks Moma you remembered!" Rallo laughed as Donna gave him and Junior a kiss on the cheek goodbye as they jumped in the car ready to go "You three have a good time, and see ya Sunday night and be careful ok,"she instructed giving her husband one last hug and kiss Suddenly she received a text from Federline saying he'd be there in a minute Roberta was still looking down at her phone, still checking on her boyfriend. Suddenly she received a text from Federline saying he'd be there in a minute "Federline Jones is here Mom I'm heading out," she called out as her boyfriend's car pulled up "Alright just remember to be back by 10:30 and y'all be careful it's going to rain later in the roads are going to freeze plus don't forget your jacket," she reminded tossing her daughter her jacket just in time as a breeze from the incoming clouds blew past them even if Roberta was wearing a sweater it brought a chill on her body hinting at her mother's advice "I'll be fine, mom. Bye." Roberta reassured Donna before leaving.

She waved goodbye to her mom and got into the car giving her boyfriend kissing him on the cheek (due to her mother sternly watching) before driving off into town to have a whole day date with Federline as Donna let out another sigh (I swear Auntie Mama your right Roberta is like younger me) shaking her head she looked to Meg still holding the other donut box "come on Meg let's get inside I bet you're ready for some sweet treats and good beats," Meg nodded in agreement letting out a shiver at the rising Autumn win as the few raindrops lightly hit her nose as they made the way into the house when Meg realize something "wait what do you mean by good beats?" It was then that Meg would be introduced to the Queen of Jazz as she and Donna settled down in the living room with their coffees and donuts listening to Ella Fitzgerald's 'Misty'.

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30 minutes later Meg is intrigued by the jazz music, coupled with the warm and comforting atmosphere in the Brown household. So different from her home. (It's so quiet and peaceful) Meg thought taking a sip of her coffee and enjoying the warm it brought into her body Donna did the same letting out a sigh of relief her eyes closed in tranquilness in the home "Oh this brings me back to the days spending time with my Auntie Mama like this nothing but sweet Autumn mornings with a hot drink and listening to sweet rhythms of diva jazz," she recalling times when she was a little girl whenever it was cold and rainy Auntie Mama would whip her up a nice warm hot cup of her famous whole made cinnamon hot cocoa talked with homemade whipped cream little marshmallows and a cinnamon stick to add some spice and Auntie mama would have her favorite cup of tea as they would cuddle up in the living room with a blanket listening to music as her mother figure would tell her stories of her youth back in the day while enjoying some whole made cookies fresh from the oven Meg smiles a bit. “Your Auntie Mama does sound really nice.” while taking a bite of her donut, "She is Meg she was the mother figure when my Mama DeeDee wasn't able to be in my life she taught me so much to be a hard-working independent outrageous woman full of love and care," Donna suddenly lets out a little toot letting out a giggle "I'm Outrageous!" Causing Meg to giggle as well soon the two couldn't stop having the giggle fits giving each other a good laugh "Wow I wish I had an Auntie Mommy like you do Donna you're so lucky," she did especially with the kind of motherly love she wished Lois gave her, sure she had Grandma Babs and Thelma (who sadly passed away a long time ago she was one of the few people that gave Meg love but now that she was gone things were pretty rough) and Aunt Karen who gave her Peter a taste of his own medicine last during Thanksgiving and has since left Meg alone a little sadness could be seen in her eyes.

Donna is quick to notice this she suddenly has an idea coming from her heart “I can be your Auntie Mama.” She cheered as a source of comfort. "what..what?" Meg was flabbergasted " Donn..what.. do you mean," she felt confused Mrs. Brown as her Auntie Mama? Donna gave her a gentle look as she explained her reason for this sweet child Meg felt like a million emotions were hitting her at once. She doesn’t know how to react or to even say.

Gently putting her hand on her shoulder Donna looked and her big eyes "Meg honey since the day that we moved into Cleveland's old home I witnessed how that family treats you and it just ain't right! what is in the mind of those people who think it's okay to treat their first baby that way it's one of the reasons why I don't like your mother at all but with Cleveland's friendship with her husband I reluctantly put up with it but there are times I just want to smack the face off of that witch for how she treats you! Mamas are supposed to raise their babies with love and trust and straighten the bond between mother and daughter but that woman took your trust away just by looking into your eyes, you deserve a Mama's love and be with a strong female role model who can teach you to become strong, independent and stand up for yourself I believe you need some of that love that my Auntie Mama gave me if you are willing to let me baby girl," Meg smiled in gratitude when she heard all of that, eyes verging with tears.

"I..I.. don't know what to say, Donna.." without realizing what she was doing she found herself reaching out towards Donna wrapping herself in a hug as the tears fell from her cheeks the years of wanting a familiar love, a mother's love Meg wanted for so long. "All right now how about after breakfast we go do something fun Meg where do you want to go?" Donna asked Meg, for a moment "I think that sounds fun," she never got to pick fun things during family outings with her suggestions mostly being ignored or said were dumb ideas and she thought of a place to go have fun! Meg thinks and ponders for a moment. Honestly, it feels good to the decision. “How about… the mall?” She suggested. "That sounds like a plan," Donna agreed soon they finished up their coffee and donuts heading to Donna's car for a trip to the mall!

what happens next in Chapter: 4 Fun time shopping!

credit to the beautiful Taffy aka https://www.tumblr.com/queenofcandynsoda for being part of this fanfic : )

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trash-monkey · 11 months

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 5

"My little dragon it's time to get up, rise and shine." Ran gently shakes me awake after he himself had fully waken up and seeing me still asleep spread out next to him in a red dragon pjs dress with my plush snake clinching in a hand, with me half asleep Ran moves us into the bath to get washed and clothed for the new day. He dress me in the monster tee and overalls while he wears a casual outfit before we get breakfast from the maids, once done Ran let's me get my stuff ready which I take my plush dragon backpack and put my pacifier with a clean sippy cup the maids handed me after asking for one.

"Ok my little dragon, this is a flip phone I have already put my contacts and the others into it for emergencies only. For any reason you are separated from me, the others, or have gotten lost you just have to call one of us, ok? Emergencies only! You know what that means?" Ran place me onto his knee when I came up to him and showed me a blue flip phone which he explained why he's giving it to me, nodding in understanding I put it into my backpack before slipping it onto my back and put my new shoes on. Holding one of Rans large fingers I walk with him out to his car where he put me into a booster seat in the back and with some soft music playing from the radio we head to the doctors.

"Hello, I'm here to get my son a check up." The nurse at the front desk Nods after Ran walk through the door with him packing me.

"Ok, do you want Dr. Fox? He's the best we have." She asked while flattering her fake eyelashes at Ran with a smile on her red lips and Ran agreed to have him as my doctor.

"Of course! We had a last minute cancellation and he's free to see him in an hour at 10?" I glare at her as Ran move us out of the building after she give my Papa goo goo eyes and I definitely don't approve of her to date my Papa, he only deserves the best along with Rinrin!

"Well, we got an hour to wast so let's look around." He looks at me in the mirror after getting me back in the booster and he take the driver seat, before we know it Ran has the car in the mall parking lot.

"If you see something you want grab it and if you're good for Dr. Fox then I'll give a treat after, does that sounds good?" I nod my head with a goofy smile before an idea pops into my head.

"Oh oh! Me want CSI to atch home!" I bounced as I point at the movie store in the far away corner of the mall I had seen the last time I was here.

"Ok, stop moving before you accidentally slip from my arm." He smiles at my cuteness and simple joy, I quickly walk through the aisles with Ran following close behind when he got us into the movie store and placed me onto my feet. I grin after I found the section where all the CSI's are at and pointed to the original series, NY, and Miami which he put into the basket he had grabbed.

"Anymore?" My eyes sparkle up at Ran as I nod before walking again and I select a few others, soon Ran tells me it's time for my doctor appointment so he quickly pay for everything and head back to the car.

"Dragen Haitani?" A nurse calls out for me after being in the waiting room for a few moments and Ran sits me onto the patient table/seat things while he takes a seat on the plastic chair.

"Well, hello I'm Dr. Fox and what's the reason for your visit today?" Luckily we didn't have to wait for long for Dr. Fox and he sends a smile to us after shutting the door behind him.

"I recently got him into my custody and just to make sure everything is alright." The doctor nods while typing a few things on his laptop before turning to me to take my blood pressure and everything else.

"Everything seems good without taking any blood which you did say he did eat breakfast this morning so we can't do that today, on his next visit we'll do it then. Ok, now to see about his eye sight, can you look at that poster on the wall for me?" I did everything he asked.

"Have you noticed that he's been squinting his eyes lately?" Ran tells him he hasn't and that he hasn't had me too long to really notice.

"Well, he isn't seeing like he should at this age so I'm going to schedule a visit to the Optometrists down the street, you just hand them this slip and they should take him right in." Dr. Fox hands a small blue slip to Ran before letting us go which he immediately take us down the street to the Optometrists office where he gives the man at the front the slip.

"Of course, just take a seat and I'll notify someone." So he did while letting walk around to look through books and pamphlets laying around until a lady calls us back to examine my eyes.

"He definitely need glasses, you can let him choose a pair of frames over there while I set somethings up to make the prop measures he needs." She smiles, I never know or guessed that I need glasses since I didn't noticed until now that there's blurryness in my vision that someone has pointed it out. Ran holds me over the large box of frames for me to look through but only one takes my attention as a picture of a teenage Rindou pops into mind and decided I want to look a mixture of both brothers, I'm growing out my hair so I can braid them like Ran did in his teen years and wear the glasses Rindou did. With a smirk I point at the circular sliver frames at the corner which is number fourteen, Ran told the lady the number which she commented that they aren't ready popular among the younger groups.

Before we know it we're back in the car with my new glasses sitting on my nose and ears, old memories of his teenage years pops into Ran's mind at the sight of me looking like both him and Rindou mixed into one person and when he stops at a red light he quickly takes a picture of a smiling me in the booster on his phone which he set it as his background before sending it to his brother but the light turns green right as his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He sighed at whoever is on the other end.

"Of course." He ends the call and throws it harshly into the passenger seat in anger, a hand runs through his fixed hair only making it messy.

"Looks like our time together is cut short since I'm needed at work so I'm going to pick dinner up for you to eat when I take you back to the Manor, what do you want?" He smiled at me but I can clearly see the rage in his eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Otay, me want McDonald's please." He nods in agreement and pull into the drive thru, soon we're back at the Manor.

"You look after him I'm needed at work, this is his dinner and he can play after but I want him in bed by 9. You understand?" He speak to the black haired maid that's was cleaning the kitchen when we came in, he puts me on a chair at the dinner table and whispers into my ear.

"You got the phone for emergencies, remember." I nod before he speeds off back to the car and the maid plated my dinner from the fastfood restaurant to place it in front of me with a glass fruit punch which I thanked her for. After eating everything I moved into the living room to piece together my large puzzle on the floor which I mindless started humming before it becomes words, not knowing coming from my mouth it'll sound creepy and scared the maid looking after me which she came to check up on me.

"Look me in my eyes

Tell me everything's not fine

Oh, the people ain't happy

And the river has run dry

You thought you could go free

But the system is done for

If you listen real closely

There's a knock at your front door." My almost perfect pronunciation made it more creepier then it should have been but I saw her walk in the corner of my eye so with a smirk I started singing the creepiest part of the whole song.

"We'll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

The price of your greed is your son and your daughter

What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?" I giggled when she quickly leaves the room probably thinking I'm possessed and might gossip to the other maids of the Manor.

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StrayGods!Anon here, and first of, Congrats on The Offspring!! ❤❤❤ I wanted to say thank you for answering and that "finding compassion" and "forcing our side to do better" are very much possible in ST:TRM and that the kiddos changing together is very much the point of the Freddie Lives storyline, so I think you may enjoy them. And also, I honestly wasn't gonna ramble about my very specific OCs but honestly that's the best excuse ever to rec a few fics which I think every MHA fan deserves to experience at least once so, yeah, rambling it is. Hope that's ok.

I haven't been keeping up with BHNA in a while so I may be misremembering but I'm pretty sure at one point is mentioned there was a Third World War which, as a plot point, it is a great way to explain how technology may have mostly stagnated but they can still have crazy support tech and can send holograms in acceptance letters. But, last I checked, it wasn't a plot point that got explored and keeping the ST:TRM's take on Aphrodite would allow for that exploration and for just the right context to plop this OC on. Besides, it's a much more interesting (and heartbreaking) version of her than that of PJO and the themes of her storyline are heavy enough to make the seriousness of their situation impossible to ignore. /AKA: If you check nothing else about ST:TRM please let that be "Stray Gods 鈥� The Ritual 鈥� Red Path".

The OC I'm talking about was always meant to be an Aphrodite kid who was very disenchanted with his mother and demi siblings, someone who seemed just as untouchable as All Might from a distance but was just as flawed and vulnerable once you got close (if in different ways), and he was always meant to die. He was inspired by a bunch of different things and while I hadn't considered him for an BNHA AU before but he fits like a glove here. I kinda themed him around The Golden Apple of Discord, which got reflected in his appearance, personality, the sheer amount of plot hooks he could generate, and his last name being linked to an apple variety. He got the name Prospero Fortunato Worcester (aka Lucky) because just around the time his dad realized who the mother was he also realized his boy was gonna need all the luck he could get, and he wasn't wrong. Just like many other Aphrodite kids, this boy had a lot of unwanted attention sent his way and it was what messed him so badly in the end. I sort of envisioned him as having golden brown skin, reddish hair and the kind of eyes that make think of firebenders, but what really made him stand out wasn't his good looks but his charm and hard-earned skills.

Personality-wise I want you to imagine what would happen if a pan version of the very gnc Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel was a deceptively angry couples' therapist who isn't so much interested in helping you solve your problems but in judging/punishing you for not treating your partner as they deserve. He's totally the kind of person who during a quest would have at one point have to make a choice between chucks and stilettos and may've actually chosen the chucks 'cuz practicality... unless someone questioned his ability to *use* stilettos. Then not only he'd have chosen those but he'd make a point of use them as improvised weapons as much as possible regardless of impracticality. If some asshole ever tried taking off a ring before flirting with him he'd flirt back... and then use the distraction to steal said asshole's ring, wallet and maybe even car. After all, even tho he didn't get involved in many quests, he was on the road a lot and would definitely be more *appreciative* of what he gets.

His reason for being always on the road was inspired on a really interesting fic I unfortunately don't remember the name of. The premise of the fic being an investigation of where did the kids of the less easy-to-turn-kid-friendly gods went and what their powers may be. Some of those kids were the children of Eros, and while I have trouble imagining PJO Eros having kids outside his marriage I can easily see it coming from ST:TRM Eros, whose wife doesn't seem to be in the picture anymore. The power/curse of these kids was in their allure and I couldn't stop worrying about the kind of mundane monsters some defenseless kids who don't understand their heritage could attract outside the safety of the camps. Considering satyrs are the children of the god of Lust, Mischief, and Wild Things, they may not have been the best match to ferry those kids to safety... and that's were Lucky comes in. His life was basically those first 4 seasons of spn that were a constant road-trip of killing monsters to save people.

As for why he had sucha distinct role, well... that's tragic backstory territory. Baby Lucky was a charming little boy born as the oldest kid and only boy from a loving family so mixed they lost track of ancestry and a very MLK reverend who made sure to pass down the right values onto his children. Y'know, someone who was very much about equality and social justice but with a dash of God Is Love And Love Is Life that would have appealed even to ST:TRM Aphrodite despite the different religious background. The only reason they were ok with letting him start camp young was because they hoped it would give him the best chance at safety; they were wrong. He never quite fit with his Aphrodite siblings, only partly because that whole "completing" someone that Piper stuck them with reeked of codependency instead of anything his family taught him about love. But other than that he had no problems making friends *without* Charmspeak. Yes, he did have it but consent was a thing he cared about too so he only used it when absolutely necessary. And he was so talented and eager to learn that he got skilled fast; maybe too fast, who knows how his life would've gone if he hadn't gone on a quest so soon.

Regardless, on his very first quest this Angel Dust met his Valentino. A very magically powerful being took a liking to our lovely Lucky boy and did *not* took rejection well. They cursed him with a suitably heroic fate whereupon everyone he loves would be fated to die, except themselves of course. Now that would be a terrible fate for everyone but for a kid from the Godess of Love... yeah, our boy was wrecked. And of course the camp couldn't turn its back on him, especially since it was obvious to everybody that Aphrodite could have lifted the curse if she bothered so, evidently he was on his own to fix things. Therefore he pretty much cut ties with basically everybody, including his mortal family, and dedicated himself to finding a way to reversing the curse or, failing that, to perma-kill the bastard who cast it. In order to do so he got closer to the Hecate kids while still keeping his self-imposed distance as best as possible. It helped than one of his best friends from before then was a very respected Hecate kid that was as understanding as possible of his situation and wanted to see him go back to his old self. And he was granted his new role as a way to help him train and research while keeping himself and others safe as much as possible since life on the road shouldn't allow for many deep interpersonal connections.

A more self-imposed social distancing attempt was his habit of calling people just by nicknames and having them call him by his own; no learning of names. Although perhaps the fact that everyone but his godly siblings got a personalized nickname defeated the purpose of that. As for the other children of Aphrodite they all just got called Dove; which was cute enough so long as you didn't know he called *actual* doves winged rats. Or that he would unfailingly take hairspray and lighter to any suspiciously gathered flock of the things for being enemy birds. He resented his mother treatment of him and the general parental neglect from Gods but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. So he dove right into magic and used it to take that old God Is Love And Love Is Life to the extreme of being able to use his godly powers to either heal, inflict seemingly unending emotional torment on monster and human alike, or even siphon the life-force from anything living through direct contact and use it to empower/heal himself and add it to the strength of his attacks. And he complemented this already OP arsenal with any and all magical trinkets he could carry, plus amazing fighting/weapon skills of his own. Maybe he was trying to distance himself from her mother's perceived legacy but if anything he was the son to most closely resemble her, at least in her Aphrodite Areia and Venus Genetrix aspects. She may've been proud... had she bothered to be part of his life.

Despite this he was never assigned nor invited to any quests after that first one (and would likely have declined any invites anyways) since quests are bound to forge strong bonds between people. That is until a new prophecy demanded it and kinda hinted he'd face the bastard who cursed him then. The way I envisioned his plotline he'd join the MC in their quest and have plenty of chances to show off his badassery and protectiveness in indispensable ways, right alongside his charm and self-destructiveness. Needless to say it wouldn't have taken him long to touch everyone's hearts despite his best efforts. And at some point the confrontation with his Valentino came to pass but no one managed to catch more than the tail end of it where a conversation seemed to have taken place and our Lucky boy started laughing before perma-killing the bastard. The actual objective of the quest got fulfilled as well and for a while everything seemed more than ok. Our boy dropped most of his more self-destructive habits and seemed to have gone back to who he was as much as it was possible for someone who'd changed so much. He reconnected with all the family and friends who'd have him back and seemed to revel in their company. But soon enough the contents of that fateful conversation came to light and not by choice. He'd never claimed the curse had been lifted but as it turns out, it got reversed. In an attempt to save himself the bastard threatened to make so that if he were to be killed by Lucky and he dared to love anyone afterwards then he'd be signing his own death sentence. So now his former quest partners are on a self-imposed quest to reverse *that*. Lucky himself couldn't care less but tags along 'cuz he doesn't want his idiots to get killed in his behalf. Everyone else gives it their all. They still fail. Just as Lucky thought they would and never blamed them for.

In this DOZI/ST:TRM AU I think he should be death since well before Izuku was offered OFA but that his presence should still be felt. And, I'm just spitballing her but, since this Izuku never developed a hero-worship for Bakugou, can you imagine how that offer would've been affected by Lucky filling up that role for Izuku instead? If this boy had already seen one of his imperfect but amazing and seemingly untouchable heroes die before meeting an All Might that's obviously holding by a thread he'd jump at the chance of keeping him from a tragic fate. After both the eidolon and daddy dearest he wouldn't even question quirks being transferable but he may have questions about whether or not anything besides power is passed down with OFA. Also, this Izuku would probably have some very conflicted feelings towards The Godess Of Love.

With that essay over, I just wanna say that looking back I found a really answer you gave about what you'd like to explore if you were to DOZI and it being either amazing crack or thoughtful dive into heavy themes and since I've always been a "Why not both?" kinda gal I'm gonna get straight to reccing those fics I mentioned. First off, I think having had Lucky in his life would鈥檝e made Izuku a lot less tolerant of Mineta and therefore far faster in helping the girls pull the Fury level power play they threw down at the creep in "Mineta's No Good Very Bad Vibes (or: where enough is enough)" by hannahbal. But also that ask about everything about the funky bean being contagious reminded me of "don't you just want to go apeshit?" by kkachis, MargaritaDaemonelix, which is an amazing read for anyone who has yet to see the potential of memes as a tool of psychological warfare. And lastly, the "god Izuku needs a nap" series by Universal_stoat has the Vestiges pulling some UA Unsolved bs that ends up convincing a bunch of people of Izuku's godhood which, kinda fitting for any Greek Gods AU.

Anyways thank you for putting up with this ramble if you've read it till the end and sorry for the lenght. Have an amazing life ❤❤❤

"I named you Good Luck Good Luck, cuz you're going to need it, kid" <- guy who tragically isn't the god of naming things and doesn't have power to actually imbue luck

Lucky sounds like a very fun oc, and I agree it would definitely fit for Izuku to really look up and admire some older campers, which means statistically... Well you know their life expectancy. It would be a fun aspect to consider with Izuku's looking up to All Might in another but similar way

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