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steddie-as-they-come · 6 months

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Eddie's hanging out in Family Video during Steve and Robin's shift, just being a general nuisance, when it begins.

The other two are talking in low voices in the back corner, discussing something Eddie can't hear. Normally he'd get up and go over there, insert himself into the conversation, command their attention, but he's too busy judgmentally rifling through Family Video's paltry horror movie supply to care that much.

He sneaks a glance over, and then he sees it.

Steve presses a kiss to Robin's forehead.

Eddie has to drop the tape he's holding before he does something stupid like break it out of jealousy.

And he knows, okay, he's heard it no less than eight million times, they're platonic with a capital P. That doesn't stop the little green monster in his chest from rearing its head.

It doesn't stop there, either. Eddie starts to see Steve kiss the rest of the Party. Simple little forehead kisses and temple kisses and kisses on the crowns of their heads, like he's their parent, which, well, he is. He does it when Dustin needs comfort. He slings an arm around Lucas and pulls him close for a kiss on the temple when Lucas makes a particularly good shot for basketball. He does it to Max, on one of her bad days. He even does it to Mike absentmindedly, who makes a feral screech like an angry cat before everyone starts to laugh at him. And of course, he and Robin are always all over each other.

But he won't kiss Eddie.

It's stupid that he expects it. They don't know each other. Steve's been with this group, been saving them from monsters and scientists and torturers for forever.

Eddie still wants in on it. If only to indulge his pathetic little crush on the former King of Hawkins High.

One night, Steve hosts a movie night, and Dustin invites Eddie along. He goes, because of course he does, and takes a seat on the end of the couch as Steve puts in the tape.

Eddie immediately forgets what the movie is, because Steve sits down next to him. His entire brain is a fuzzy kind of static that only intensifies when Steve scoots closer.

"Sorry," is the first word Eddie registers out of Steve's mouth, and he hastily tries to collect his thoughts. Steve moves closer, which doesn't help.

He peers around Steve and sees the kids all trying to squish onto the couch. "Scoot over, Eddie!" Mike shouts, and Eddie moves as close as he can to the arm of the couch. Steve follows, arm around him and thighs pressed close together.

Okay, then. Eddie can die happily tonight, apparently.

Something jumps at the screen, and Steve flinches.

Eddie learns a new thing about Steve that night. Apparently, when Steve gets frightened, he pulls everyone within reach towards him, like he's trying to shield them with his body. Eddie finds himself hugged to Steve's chest and has to employ breathing exercises to get rid of his new little...problem.

He somehow makes it through the movie without spontaneously combusting, a feat nothing short of a miracle. The kids run to the kitchen and Eddie can hear Dustin pick up the phone and say, "Hello, Paulie's Pizza?"

Steve sighs and gets up. "I did not say they could order pizza," he grumbles. He extends his hand to Eddie, and after a second of bewildered staring, Eddie manages to grab it and pull himself to standing.

Robin's sitting on the couch still (she had been on the other side of Steve), and she watches this interaction with an unreadable expression on her face.

Well, unreadable to Eddie, anyway. Steve and Robin proceed to have an entire conversation with just facial expressions, and Eddie is left in the dark about it.

Steve finally rolls his eyes and stalks into the kitchen. He distracts Dustin with a kiss on the top of his head, then steals the phone. "Hi, yeah," he says, and Eddie recognizes that voice as his King-Steve-takes-what-he-wants voice. "No, that's right. Two medium pepperoni pizzas and a side of garlic knots, yep."

He listens, then says, "I'll be over to pick it up," then places the phone back on the receiver with a click.

"I'm going to get the food." he announces to the room at large. "Eddie, you coming?"

"Sure?" Eddie slings his leather jacket from the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and slides his sneakers on.

The drive is quiet. Multiple times, it looks like Steve wants to say something, but he never does. When the two of them walk in to get the pizza, Steve grabs both boxes. "Can you get the door, Eds?"

Eddie wants to tease him about the new nickname, but he chooses not to, opting instead to nod and say, "Sure thing, Stevie." He pulls open the glass door and says, with a mock bow and a grand gesture, "Your majesty."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Thanks." He (finally!!) goes to kiss Eddie.

However, Eddie is not as short as the kids (and Robin) who Steve normally does this to. Eddie's pretty sure the kiss is supposed to land on his forehead.

It lands on his mouth.

Pretty shoddy kiss, as it were. Mostly, Steve kisses the corner of Eddie's mouth.

Both of their faces burn red. If not for Steve's sports-playing, monster-killing reflexes, the pizzas would be on the ground right now.

"Sorry!" Steve says, hurrying out to his car and tossing the food in the backseat. "Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Eddie slides into the passenger seat. "Finally!" he says.

"What?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Steve, I've been the only one who you haven't been bestowing kisses upon for weeks now. Sorry if I'm excited to be included in the group."

Steve starts the car. "But...those are all platonic kisses."

Eddie scoffs. "What, and kissing me wouldn't be?"

Steve is silent.

"REALLY?" Eddie yells. "Wait, wait-" He leans over the center console. "Steve Harrington, if you wanted a kiss, a romantic kiss, you could have told me before cuddling with me all night!"

Steve sighs. "Fine. Eddie Munson, I'm going to kiss you romantically."

And he leans in.

Eddie's obsessed with the curve and dip of Steve's mouth against his. He greedily cups his hand against Steve's face, his other hand propped up against the center console. Steve tastes like the soda he was drinking earlier, mixed with something richer and deeper that's wholly, entirely Steve.

They break apart at a small crackle from Steve's inner pocket.

"Henderson," Steve says exasperatedly. "That kid is so damn impatient."

"Steve!" Dustin's voice comes from the walkie Steve pulls out. "Have you gotten the pizza yet?"

"Yes, you little shit, we're coming back now." Steve sighs. "Oh! Henderson, find Robin. Tell her it happened."

Eddie shoots Steve a confused look, but Steve just holds up a placating hand, a slight smile on his face.

"OH MY GOD STEVE!" comes Robin's voice on the walkie. "HELL YEAH!"

Steve cackles and leans back in to kiss Eddie, who happily accepts.

#truth be told i could have put this in the living hawkins au #but i like it better as its own thing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic

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grapejuicestyless · 10 months

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People Pleaser

Harry Styles x fem! bandmate reader

summery: Y/n gives too much and Harry is the only one to give back.

Angst(kinda) to fluff!

If you were to ask the public, ‘Who embodies love on tour?’ The majority, if not everybody would be quick to conclude it was Harry. He was the front man, it was his tour. A man who grows flowers with his voice and encourages affection between even the most different strangers.

If you asked the people involved, they would say Y/n Y/l/n.

Y/n is a woman with so much empathy she walked in others shoes more than her own. She spends her free time devoted to helping her friends and family. Constantly doting on them despite how grave the situation seemed.

So yeah, if you were to define HSLOT, it would be Y/n, Y/l/n. The pianist who sat quietly in the back of the stage, tucked away behind Sarah and Pauli, quiet as a mouse.

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The sun was high, burning into the black chevron of the HSLOT Wembley stage floor. The white and black paint radiating vastly different temperatures in the June heat. The backtracks boomed through the stadium, muffling the farther backstage you got. Humidity suffocated everything in a sticky wetness.

Harry was dancing in a black bunny shirt, sleeves rolled to his shoulders and shorts shorter than my own. Today the sun was more brutal than ever and the effects were obvious. Skin was redder than before and water bottles could be found empty and scattered beneath the instruments. The HSLOT band was huddling under the small amount of shade they could find over the small overhang mounted on the stage. Lucky for me, because of how tucked away my space was, I had full access to the cool shade and the slight breeze of the AC blasting through the backstage area. Mitch, however, due to his front and center stationing, was falling victim to the peak heat of the day.

Harry hummed into the microphone, lazily speaking numbers out of order to get a laugh out of anyone, though the heat seemed to be getting to him too as he seemed out of his usual pre-show element. The only thing there seemed to be more abundance of than Harry’s pitiful jokes, was the sweat drenching each and every one of us.

“Y/n/n?” A soft voice called from just in front of me.

Mitch stood just in front of Pauli who was stuck half in the sun and half in the shade, his body squished into the darkness. His hair was matted with wet and held up tightly in a man bun, his shirt drenched in sweat more so than the rest of us.

“Eh, Im sorry to ask but would you mind if we could just switch positions for just a bit? I’m overheating over there and need a small break.” He pleaded.

Ever the people pleaser, the urge to stay in the shade was pushed down and away as my body moved quicker than my mind. I was eager to make Mitch happy, loving the satisfaction helping a friend out gave me.

He traded me a small hand held fan for my perfect shady spot. Though the plastic wings barely moved and the air barely soothed the heat, the thought was nice enough of him to suggest.

So I stood in the sun, the rays casting down on me like a blanket that could only be described as hell on earth. Sweat collected more aggressively on my forehead but the quick look over to Mitch, who had a lazy smile on his face from the shade and the inconsistent AC gusts made it a whole lot more worth it.

By now we were on Satellite, Harry mumbling the song, waltzing over to Elin to make sure she was still feeling okay. It was moments like this that I believed we were soulmates. Bonded together by the environment that seemed to tug us together like some sort of gravity. His straightforward kindness and appreciation one of his best qualities that I loved.

I let myself marinate in my own wetness, my legs heavy from the heat and my cheeks growing sore from the sun. My eyes grew heavy and the fan grew weaker and weaker. Truthfully, I was struggling.

“Y/n..?” I heard a small yell from Sarah, who I was sure was boiling surrounded by all that plastic and metal, despite the shade. She was still blocked off from the AC air, so the heat might as well have been just as bad.

I nodded to her, making my way over cautiously, the floor slippery with the dew from the humidity and the sweat dripping off our noses.

“What’s up, babe?” I smiled, leaning against the edge of the platform her drums were set on.

“I’m struggling a bit here. I’m a little trapped.” I raised an eyebrow, ready to take a seat to listen to what she had to say. I wondered if it was about the baby or if it was a mental block. I was ready to be a good friend when she needed it.

“Do you think I could borrow that fan? Just for a second? It’s like a hotbox in here.” My eyes drifted to the soft vibrations rumbling through my palm, the soft buzzing sound from the hand held fan spinning softly in all its neon green glory.

Forming my lips into a thin line, I nodded, plastering on a smile and reaching up to hand it to Sarah.

She was thankful for my generosity, flashing me a smile and holding up a weak thumbs up. I reflected her gesture, hunching my shoulders as I spun to return back to the spot I’d taken in the sun.

Just now, I began to realize how much I took that tan for granted. Even the soft wind was able to move the still air that casted over the UK today.

My heavy feet turned into cinder blocks and my eyes became unbearably heavy. I seemed sway on my feet a little, every blink becoming stickier as my eyelashes bunched together more and more. It felt like hours going by. Realistically it had only been five minutes, but everything moved in slow motion now.

I think Harry was singing Matilda now, but it seemed to be silenced by the clogging of my ears. I felt faint suddenly, my body too heavy to hold up. I felt myself stumble. It was usually now I would focus all my attention in on his beautiful melody, but my ears seemed to reject any sound whatsoever other than shouts and belly laughter across the stage.

“Hey Y/n!” I heard loud and clear, the bubbly voice belonging to none other than my best friend. The man who I’d been stuck with since his very first show and the person in my mind that hung the stars and moon single handedly in my life. The closest thing I had to a home on tour, Harry.

I’m not sure if I was able to lift my lips into a smile or not, everything blurring together in a mushy mess. It was like I was on psychedelics while being totally sober.

Trying to remain polite, I tried to be more welcoming to him, reaching up to wave only to find myself stumbling back into the elevated stage platforms, hands slamming into the wood so hard the corners caused red lines to form, blood peaking in blots on my skin.

“Y/n!” He sounded more frantic now, not as light and airy like before. The sound of a microphone falling to the ground was ear piercing, if I could cover my ears I would. His feet sounded heavy, the sound echoing through the empty area like bricks. My elbows collapsed under the pressure of my body and my knees buckled.

I waited for the ground to come, braced for it even. Ready to bruise my face and bleed from the nose. But it never came. Instead I was wrapped in a wet body, my face smushing against a hard chest.

“Shit, can I get some medical help?” Harry. Harry had caught me. How quick he was to rush in to help.

I couldn’t quite make out his face with how jumbled up my brain was from the heatstroke I was almost sure my body was going through right now, all I saw was black dots and blurry pink lips moving quickly. I think he mumbled, “You’re okay, it’s fine.” But maybe that was an illusion I made up for some sort of comfort.

We met eyes, a worried shock painted on Harry’s face before I was met with the soothing darkness of sleep.

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I woke up to a cooler climate. A buzzing sounding through the vent on the ceiling. Tassels of pink and yellow blowing in the wind. I had an ice pack taped to my forehead and one wrapped around my stomach with velcro.

My head was pounding with one of the worst headaches I’d ever dealt with in my entire life and my eyes were aggressively watering despite my excessive wiping.

I tried to sit up, but could only groan with how sore I was, my hand pressing against the ice pack quickly.

“Y/n, oh thank god.” I felt the couch dip by my head, Harry’s body kneeling on the ground in front of my face and his head hovering over mine as he hunched over me. The carpet ruffled beneath his knees as he settled into place. His breathing was slightly jagged, a little quick. Maybe in his panic it had picked up. Compared to mine, which was slow and steady. A good long sleep will do that to you.

“Did I faint?” My mouth was dry, so everything that came out of my mouth was strained and rough. Sandpaper scratching my vocal cords.

The question was obvious, I knew I had gone down before I even fell. I knew I was going down as soon as I handed away the shady spot and the fan. Maybe not directly, but that small tugging feeling that fought briefly with my body knew. I couldn’t help but let the smallest smirk grace my lips, trying to be funny and light hearted in a time of need.

“Gave everyone a proper scare, really did. Went down pretty fast.” He lifted an arm from his sides to gently move the ice pack from my forehead, sensing the slight discomfort it was giving me, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. We watched each other quietly in the quiet of the communal dressing room.

His smile was infectious, always was. Harry had that kind of bunny tooth smile that made my stomach do secret summersaults and flutter occasionally. Despite the strict platonic relationship we’d established, it was hard to not fall for the other half who understood the urge to put others before myself just as well.

Lost in the dreamy thought of him, I snapped back to see the white smile slowly wipe off his face, eyebrows pulling together in worry and his gaze becoming less lighthearted and more serious.

“Was it dramatic? Could I win an Oscar for it?” I joked, lightening up the mood, or attempting to.

“Yes, and yes. Would’ve swept them, I think.” We laughed weakly, not finding the situation funny but the inability to stay so serious for so long amusing.

“We shouldn’t have had soundcheck outside. I knew it was too hot out, I’m sorry.” The warm bareness of his fingers engulfed mine gently, his thumb brushing my knuckles so light it almost barely ghosted over my skin.

“It’s not your fault, I made a couple bad choices that got me there.”

“Such a pushover.” I snorted, removing my hand from his in fake offense to his comment, though it was both true and not in any sense mean or bad intentioned.

“And to think, I had the perfect AC spot in the shade too!” We continued to joke, not finding anything about this at all serious. We probably seemed fucked in the head to the outside perspective. Who treats heat stroke like it meant nothing?

“I need to learn how to say no.” Harry silently agreed, eyes flicking up to mine slowly, almost like he was tracing my body in an outline in his head. Saving a mental photo of his best friend covered in sweat, melted ice and plastic icepacks.

“You do.” I smiled.

“I know.” He raised a brow.

“You do. Can’t have that happening. Scared me.” His sudden confession lacked any previous lightheartedness that we’d bounced off of each other just moments before.

I grabbed his hand again, now my thumb was the one to merely ghost over his skin smoothly.

“I know, I’m sorry. Don’t wanna worry you.” It was the most sincere thing I’d said all day. The only thing I’d truly meant really. All those “My pleasures” and, “Of courses” only being half hearted and made based solely on the idea that someone else could benefit from it more than I would.

“I love you.” Silence hugged the room around his confession. Not that we hadn’t exchanged the sentence consistently. Throwing it around so much it was a habit to tell each other before we left any room or made a joke so good it deserved the praise. But somehow, the words sat different than before. They held more seriousness and more honesty than the other times, and I couldn’t help the giddiness it gave me.

“I love you too.” Maybe if the situation wasn’t so dramatic and the heat wasn’t getting to both of us incredibly bad, maybe then it wouldn’t have happened. Some sort of forced confession out of the blue.

He showed no signs of having any interests in me. Other than the constant presence he seemed to enjoy having in my life and the fact that nobody knew me like him, he could have fooled me completely.

“Yeah?” He laughed through his teeth, breathy and light.

I nodded slowly, sure of myself but shy on the idea he could be playing with me. He would walk me to the door of hope and send me home crying. Maybe it was the feeling of giving so much and never getting anything back. Maybe it was the all too familiar feeling of being used because of the overflowing empathy I was dealt at birth and the nagging persistence in my mind ordering me to please the people around me that was responsible for the twinge of doubt I held to him. But his eyes held kindness and full trust, I couldn’t help but feel that fluttery feeling.

It could have been from the heat, but most likely from him rushing the blood from my heart straight to my cheeks.

“I hope you mean it in the way I think you mean it, because if this is the heat stroke playing with my feelings, I’m about to look really stupid.” My arms outstretched around his neck, pulling him to my lips. My fingers tangling between his puffy curls and damp with the sweat beaded on the back of his tanned neck.

His kiss was just as sweet as I expected it. It wasn’t an intricate make out with a long battle between our tongues. It was needy, but not in a rushed way. It was short, but did more than any sloppy kiss could possibly say.

“Is now a good time to say I only see you as a friend?” I couldn’t help but silently laugh at that. My chest moving up and down while my mouth was pulled into a large smile that broke out on my face.

Harry was still so close, yet to pull back completely as his breath fanned my nose and his forehead almost touched mine.

“Now that I’ve wooed you, does this mean you’ll let me play tonight?” His lips silenced mine, pressing hard and smooth against each other. He pulled away with a wet release.

“No.” For the millionth time, we laughed. We laughed, feeling happy. Content that I was okay, that this was okay. That we were whatever we were. Maybe we had crossed the line between strictly platonic. Maybe we were towing the line between lovers and best friends. But it didn’t matter because whatever we had was warmer than the June heat and bigger than any crowd Wembley could pull in our hearts.

It was all some sappy story of the girl who gave too much and the only man who gave back, very on brand for the HSLOT crew.

Maybe heat strokes could be good.

Read part 2 here!

#harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine

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mysterycitrus · 2 months

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so i was reading wolf king and you mention jason having a jersey accent and i wanted to ask.......what accent does dick have? he's french and was raised travelling around europe (thank u for french dick btw i'm obsessed), and then was raised by bruce and alfred, and then lived with the titans a lot as a teenager (some of whom i guess sound american and some of whom don't). where does this leave his accent. i deeply need to hear your opinion about this

this is such a great q so im gonna hijack it a lil and talk about how the bats hide their identities in different ways — like with the voice modulators, i don’t believe they’d be walking around with their real voices fighting crime

so kevin conroy kickstarted the trend of bruce having a voice and then batman having a voice. which is a good cinematic take, tbc, but i think he had it backwards. bruce as batman has a naturally deep, rumbling timbre, and bruce as socialite brucie wayne is higher pitched and more energetic — think a cross between pauly d and zach braff. bruce normally talks with distinct british influences. super clear vowel pronunciation.

by that same token, i think dick deffo still has an accent, but obviously puts on a generic “american” accent while in costume. his normal cadence would be an interesting combination of stuff. like u mentioned, he spent a lot of time around alfred and donna and kory so that definitely affected the way that he speaks. i think baseline…. he sounds a bit like marion cotillard? very subtle inflection, with some british intonation mixed in. kind of indistinct, like you’d clock him as vaguely european. he might make it more pronounced to distinguish himself from nightwing.

jason, tim, steph, and duke would all have distinct gotham accents, but deciding whether u want them to sound more philly or more ny is kinda up to interpretation ig. im not an expert. jason’s accent has probably changed over time — profound brain damage and extended period abroad will do that, but i imagine he leans into it heavily around his allies to emphasise his identity as a gothamite. depending on canon, babs would have an ohio accent and because she was a very influential figure to cass, cass would probably have that same weird collection of intonations — british, variations of east coast, etc.

if we’re going off on-screen depictions of the al-ghuls, damian would have an rp accent that would probably soften a little after his time in gotham. tim and duke probably sound similar, and steph might fall between them and jason. in my heart, the joker sounds like snooki.

#let brucie sound like an influencer aaaand post #dick grayson #bruce Wayne #batman #nightwing #batfam #Jason todd #tim Drake #cassandra cain #red hood #robin #dc comics #the ask and the answer #persephone tag

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guitarists-guitars-more · 5 months

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Fender Suona Thinline Collection

Stratocaster, Jazz Bass & Telecaster in Violin Burst

#fender guitars #fender #fender jazz bass #6 string #guitars #guitarsrock #electric guitar #guitar #paulys collection #paulys guitar collection #suona collection #stratocaster #telecaster

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h-worksrambles · 1 year

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It fascinates me that this year we had three Pinocchio adaptations, and they ran the gamut in terms of quality.

We started the year memeing the hell out of Pauly Shore telling us that he’s ‘got the whole worldussy’.

In the middle, Disney’s live action remake was met with a resounding baffled shrug.

And at the end of the year, Guillermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson decided to collectively break our hearts and simultaneously condemn fascism in glorious stop motion.

This is my way of telling you to go watch the new Pinocchio movie. Right now.

#it’s genuinely so good #the animation had my jaw in the floor #and it was far more emotional than i could have expected #just go watch it #pinocchio #gdt pinocchio

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chubbyreaderchan · 11 months

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So we all collectively agree that none of the lost boys were confederates right? I mean I see Dwayne and David as the only two who might have been around for the civil war and both definitely wouldn't have been. And like I HC Marko is like from the Depression Era and Paulie from the 60s/70s and the most 'recent' vampires but like yeah.

#reader insert #fan fiction #slashers x reader #x reader #poly lost boys x reader #tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #romance #fluff #fandom #lost boys hc #vampires

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consuming-karma · 1 year

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FRIENDLY COMPETITION

buwan’s notes : i honestly can’t be left alone with my thoughts, and being left alone leads to me acting on them. this is one of the many funny ideas I made up in my head. This is also a (very) late good luck to brit who’s taking her finals, good luck! I know you’ll ace them bestie!!

episode summary : When the boys return from a night of feeding, Paul gets a whiff of the most peculiar scent in his shared nest with his mate, it’s..it’s a dog?!

content warnings: Paul being jealous of a puppy. (yes that’s a warning).

tags: @britany1997

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Babe!” Paul called out in the cave, his hands covered his mouth to further emphasize that he was home from feeding.

You had decided to stay at the cave for a couple of days, keeping your boyfriend and his gang of vampires company until you decided that it was time to mingle with your kind once again.

They had left you in the cave earlier during the night to snatch a meal. Paul had whined about how they hadn’t fed in a while, and that he needed some of the sweet, sweet, blood his body was craving, which leads us to the current situation.

The blonde was confused at not hearing a reply back, getting slightly worried. The boys noticed this, and looked at each other before Dwayne decided to step up, walking towards Paul.

“Maybe, she’s just sleeping Paul, not a big deal.” Dwayne patted the rowdy boy on his shoulder before taking his rightful spot on the couch like always.

For once, Paul wasn’t reassured by the dark-haired vampire. He decided to investigate, hoping that what Dwayne had suggested was true and that you were only napping.

He looked into different caverns and various tunnels, seeing if you had somehow gotten lost or had wandered around in boredom. His nerves were getting more and more frisky, the longer he couldn’t find you.

Paul walked around, trying to remember the last time he saw you, trying to retrace his steps as if he lost his motorcycle key.

After a good few minutes of hard thinking, a lightbulb went off in his weed-induced head, happily trotting to his separate cavern, full of his trinkets and music collections.

Paul’s nerves seemed to die down as he saw your back turned to him, you were sat criss-crossed on his bed, unaware of his presence.

Paul grinned at your figure, seeing you wear his iconic mesh shirt when he rarely decided to wear something different for a change, he walked up to you, curious on what’s got your attention that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

A specific smell got him to stop in his tracks though, known for his keen sense of smell, the blonde could pick anything up from miles away, and he knows the smell of a mutt when he smells one.

Suddenly, a yip came from you, or more so, in front of you. Paul’s worst nightmares have been confirmed, a puppy, in your arms. Surprisingly, you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend and his horror-stricken expression as you baby-talked to the ball of fur in your hands.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! The bestest boy!” You let out praises for the little puppy in your arms as it barked and yipped, happily replying to your blabber.

The puppy seemed to notice Paul as it squirmed in your hold, Paul cringed at the puppy, obviously knowing that the puppy has noticed him, it was a golden retriever, every commercial family had one, an ideal family dog.

He remembers that only because you’d compare him to the breed so much.

“Paulie! You remind me so much of a golden retriever!”

“I think we should get a golden retriever, both of you would get along so well!”

He shuddered at the memories as the puppy had escaped your clutches and was now jumping up on his legs, trying to climb the blonde. You were confused at the sudden change in the puppy as you turned away, in all of the ten minutes Paul stood there, finally, he was noticed.

“Paulie!” You chirped, turning over to the other side of the bed to pick up the puppy jumping around in his arms. “Babe?..where’d you get the mutt?” Paul asked, looking at the puppy with a weird look.

“Hey! Don’t call him a mutt, and for your information, this “mutt” was wandering around by the woods, it came up to me and I decided to adopt it.” You huffed, letting the puppy bark and yip as it squirmed in your hands, trying to land kisses on your face.

“Ew, babe! Don’t let the dog kiss you!” Paul whined, trying to pull the puppy away from you. “Paul! Be careful.” Your hands gently placed the puppy down on the bed as it ran in circles, smelling everything as it’s tongue held out, dripping saliva everywhere.

Paul clicked his tongue as he quickly carried the puppy off his bed, “now he’s got all of his saliva on my bed, thanks a lot babe.” Paul sighed, ignoring the puppy that was yipping all around his feet.

“Can we keep him, pretty please?” You dramatically gave him a set of puppy eyes, pouting and the works, Paul scoffed, crossing his arms like a jealous child, “didn’t I tell you, dogs and vamps don’t mix?” You snorted, shooing him.

“Please, doesn’t Max have one?” You replied, letting the puppy lick your calves and paw at you. “Max’s devil dog is a bloodhound, not an actual dog.” Paul retorted, grabbing the golden retriever puppy by the scruff and making his way towards the entrance of his man-cave, wanting to throw him out.

“He doesn’t seem weirded out by you, though! Pretty please, Paul! He looks so much like you, it’ll be adorable.” You whined, following him to the entrance where Paul was getting ready to kick the puppy out.

“What’s adorable with this thing? I could look just as puppy-like as him, hell, even better than him!” Paul scoffed, giving the puppy the stink eye just as it happily barked at him.

“Look at him, baby!” You pointed to the puppy that was being held by the scruff, it barked at Paul happily, unaware of the eviction that it was about to recieve.

“He looks just like you!” Paul looked at you with a deadpanned look. “No child of mine’s gonna look as ugly as this.” Paul pointed to the puppy as you glared at him.

You gasped, offended about what he said. “Paul!” You scolded him with a nice slap to back of his head, making him yell profanities as he almost dropped the dog.

Thankfully, you picked the little pup up and cradled the poor thing in your arms, it found it’s balance and licked up your cheek as Paul had a pout painted on his face.

The blonde was obviously upset, seeing the puppy in your arms as a threat. “I’ve seen these little scenarios before babe! Girlfriend gets a puppy and the puppy gets the girl! I’ll be left out!” Paul groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s childish thinking, petting the ball of fur in your hands.

“C’mon Paulie, he’s not that bad, i think he’d be a great addition!”

Update, he is.

he is that bad.

it’s been a month since Paul had begrudgingly accepted the little fur-ball you’ve “adopted” into his cave.

The boys seemed to love him, laddie seemed to love him, but that’s not what he hated, he hated how fast that little rascal you call your baby stole your heart.

Paul glared at the little puppy in your arms twenty-four seven, no breaks, no nothing, not even a little break for the poor vampire’s eyes. It’s like he disappeared! You barely gave him kisses and your arms were always around that little puppy. Hell, it’s not even little anymore!

He could feel his jaw clench from reminiscing the events of said month, Marko had met the pup first, joyed to see other animals than his pigeons and happily accepted the blonde fur-ball into the cave.

Dwayne and Laddie seemed to enjoy the little puppy as well, Paul couldn’t blame Laddie, he’s a little boy, anything moving and with fur is adorable to him but Dwayne? How’d the hell did some little dirty pup get him on his side, Paul couldn’t help but scoff as he thought about this.

Hell, even David seemed like he tolerated the damn pup! It felt like Paul walked into something cursed when he saw the platinum blonde relaxing with the puppy on his lap!

His partner-in-crime, Marko, no longer asked for him, it’s always “where’s the little pup?” or “where’s mini-Paul?”. The blonde was getting sick of it, there’s only one puppy boy in this house, and it’s time Paul retook his throne!

Paul stomped towards his man-cave where you and that puppy always seemed to hang around. He pulled back the curtains that separated the small cavern from the rest of the main cave, his nose seemed to flare at the display of you and the puppy laying on your stomach.

“oh, hey paulie!” You happily greeted your boyfriend as you sat up from the bed, the puppy moving along with you. Paul looked at you with an angry expression and a clenched jaw, his gaze flickering from you to the puppy.

Paul imagined the puppy smirking at him, as if it knows he stole his girl. You seemed oblivious to Paul’s tantrum and only looked on curiously, your hand running itself through the puppy’s fur.

“Alright, that’s it, enough is enough, that pup is going back to the wild!” Paul threw his hands in the air before gently carrying the puppy off of you, he was angry but he wasn’t cruel.

“Paulie, what the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the glamrock punk out his cave and into the main cave where he gained an audience of his friends and laddie.

“Paul! Put Rhodey down!” You called out, hastily following the blonde who stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to you. “You named him after my favourite name?.. babe I was gonna name our kid that!” Paul groaned out, dropping the puppy who fortunately landed on his feet as he barked up at Paul.

“That’s..that’s kinda why I named him Rhodey, I thought if he had one of your favourite names—“ you squatted down to usher the puppy to you, petting it to calm down.

The audience Paul had earned looked on curiously on what was happening between the glamrock punk and his mate. “Babe, that’s not the point, you’ve been ignoring me way too long and all for a puppy! Hell, even the guys have been asking more about him than me!” Paul whined out, obviously frustrated.

“The hell are you talking about, dude?” Marko looked at him incredulously, “oh please, don’t act so dumb, you keep asking around for the little puppy, you all obviously prefer him over me.” Paul scoffed, crossing his arms in distaste at the current situation.

The room was silent at Paul’s statement, before they all bursted out laughing. “You’re telling me..that..that you, Paul, are intimidated by a— a puppy?—“ Marko spoke between laughs, holding onto his stomach.

David only grinned at the scene in front of him, shaking his head in disbelief as Dwayne laughed along with you and Marko as the main cave filled with your giggles and the boys’ chuckles.

“Why are you guys laughing? This isn’t funny, she’s my mate, and this dumb puppy’s got her wrapped around his paws!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows, pointing accusingly at the puppy who innocently stared at him with a tilted head.

“Dude, You’re a vampire, that’s a puppy, why are you jealous?” Marko snorted out, patting the blonde’s back as the laughter slowly died down. The curly-headed blonde looked up at him with a teasing look before looking down at the puppy.

“Let us emphasize this for you, bud. You’re a literal immortal who tears people up for fun, this puppy isn’t doing shit to you, and it sure as hell isn’t stealing your girl.” Dwayne gave him a smug grin as the puppy ran around, still yapping as if it wasn’t moments away from being thrown out the cave’s entrance.

“If anything, you’re the only sour that there’s a puppy, ain’t no animal in the world is going to steal your mate, bud.” Marko looked at you, who had finished your giggling fit and was now ushering the puppy to your side.

“Think of it as a kid, you and (Y/N), and your little fur-baby.” Marko definitely quoted you on the fur-baby part, Paul deflated at Marko’s words, knowing he was annoyingly right at the end of the night.

“You done with your tantrum now, little baby?” You baby-talked Paul, obviously trying to get a rise out of him as he pouted, looking at you with a sad face.

“Oh you poor thing, poor baby got his throne taken and now he’s all pouty about it.” You fluttered your eyelashes, looking at him with a exaggerated frown. “That’s not funny, babe!” Paul frustratingly groaned out.

The blonde wanted to pull his hair at the fact that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “Paul, seriously, chill.” You finally stopped teasing the blonde, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Rhodey isn’t taking me away from you, and he’s not going to, anytime soon.” You walked up to the blonde’s deflated figure, pulling him back to his part of the cave, as the boys glanced at you with a look that said good luck.

“Yeah, I have a puppy and he’s amazing, but you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t let anything get between that.” You placed your hand on Paul’s cheek, who sadly nuzzled into it.

The two of you sat down on his bed silently as you managed a position where you had your head on his shoulder and the puppy splayed over your lap. The puppy seemed tired of it’s activities for the night and started to nap.

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying the ambience of the cave for a bit. “Are you sure he’s not taking you away from me?..” Paul muttered, looking down at the puppy in your lap as he nipped at the nail polish on his fingernails. “Paul.” You snorted, still petting Rhodey, lulling the blonde pup to sleep.

Soon enough, the human fatigue hit you, your eyes seemed to droop as you continued to sit in silence. You felt like you weren’t going to last long as you slowly let your eyelids fall over your eyes.

“I love you lots Paul, nothing’s gonna change that.” You had to get the last word in, before turning in for the night, you and the puppy slept as Paul supported you, gently laying you down on his bed. “Love you lots too, baby.” He mumbled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before glancing at the sleeping puppy on your lap.

He kissed his teeth before gently petting the puppy, soft enough to keep the puppy asleep.

“Guess you’re not so bad either.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #✦ paul’s karma.#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x you #tlb x reader #tlb 1987 #tlb #paul tlb #tlb paul #tlb paul x reader

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theangrycomet-art · 3 months

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Sonic Underground Reprise: Hedgehog Family Tree Hedge

Here- the parents, the aunts, the uncles, the grandpa and grandma's and even some cousins.

Now, are most of these characters relevant to the main plot? No. But if you have followed me for any amount of time you should know of my love of expanding character's family trees.

COMMISSIONS OPENED

Kofi

Family Notes: (this gets kinda long)

Parlouzer Lore (paternal side)

Charlotte was a sailor who split her time exploring and fishing with her crew

she may or may not have been a pirate

Maurice was a skilled carpenter who worked from his home workshop in Port Mobius

he was just a humble, if a bit on the quiet side,

the two met by chance when Charlotte was exploring the area while Maurice was trying to get groceries

instantly charmed with one another, they kept in touch and she made it a point to always come back to see him every chance she could

after about 5 years of this she proposed to him and the two were married the next day

Chuck was born shortly after (honeymoon baby)

he mostly stayed on the mainland with his father while Charlotte continued working on the high seas

Julius was born when Charles was 12, and Pauline Pauli when he was 19

Chuck left for college early at 16, so he wasn’t particularly close with his younger brothers until they were practically adults

Jules ran away when he was 13 to join the circus, completely cutting off contact for nearly 5 years

At 17, he and several other members of the circus (including Argus) were arrested in Casino City after being framed for treason by a rival performance troupe. Due to their age however, the two were given an alternative to jail time: enlistment, which they begrudgingly accepted (this was HIGHLY illegal btw, as both were underage and therefore not qualified to be enlisted)

around 3 years into service, Chuck got wind of the bullshit charges placed on his brother and threatened to raise hell if the two were not brought back home immediately

Jules and Argus were then hired as a part of the Royal guard where they were charged initially with guarding King Max’s son, Crown Prince Nigel

Pauli avoided trouble growing up, having taken more after his father than his lovely, impulsive older brothers

Ihe developed a passion for piloting and decided to start his own delivery business, which would be how he would meet his future wife Bernie

Bernie

Nadim Lore

ditch the royal family part and exchange it for a powerful magic fam

Hatshe is the matriarch of a powerful magic guild, the Rising Sun, though she has retired from any official position

the Rising Sun was formed by Aman-Rapi long ago

Hatshe met Olgilvie when traveling through the Kingdom of Mercia when the then King requested the aid of the Rising Sun’s strangest magician (they had meant to request “strongest” but their had been a slight typo, luckily for them Hatshe was both)

Bastard son of a a duke, Olgilvie was knight renound for his skills with a blade as well as the strings

he was assigned to aide Hatshe in her assignment

the two did not get along initially, as both were headstrong individuals who had their own way of doing things, but eventually became friends, and later lovers

He ran off after her once her assignment had been completed and continued courting her back home

Layla is Aleena’s older sister, as well as the current leader of the Rising Sun

Though she may appear calm, collected, and regal, outside of official appearances she is a very much a dork who is not above a little mischief

she met Terios when the were children during the family’s travels

more specifically, she found his half dead body lie partway out of a river bank

he was taken in to the guild, where he showed strong promise in healing magic

childhood friends-> lovers, slowburn 160k words basically

everyone knew that they liked eachother except themselves

despite some initial mishaps, the guild has been thriving under her leadership

despite Robotnik’s efforts, their guild halls have remained hidden to him, as well as serving a safe havens for those trying to escape his reign

they work loosely with the Resistance, though Layla leaves it up to the individuals to come forwards and offer aid

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the-royal-blue-network · 1 year

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Welcome to The Concrete Jungle, home to some of the best Pizza, The Mets, The Yankees, and The LaVine family.

With the help of a few muscled men, some dirty cops, and his daughter, Paula LaVine, Pauly LaVine has been able to travel in the shadows of the Concrete Jungle; collection what's owed to him, and kicking the asses of all those who refuse to pay up.

But when a long lost family member comes back into Pauly and Paula's life, morals and ethics begin to shift, causing a riff to form between Pauly and Paula.

Will the father-daughter duo be able to pull themselves back together? There's only one way to find out.

Read Pt.1 HERE

#The Paula and Dani Series #Queer Women #Women Who Love Women #The LaVine Family #Paula LaVine #Pauly LaVine #2023 #The Royal Blue Network #Sapphic Story #Story Collection

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eretzyisrael · 21 days

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by Giulio Meotti

There were shameful scenes at a Women's Rights Day demonstration in Munich's Marienplatz. Palestinian flags everywhere. Israeli flags were not welcome. Left-wing and pro-Palestinian groups insulted and pushed several Jewish women. Among the participants was the president of the Jewish community of Munich, Charlotte Knobloch (a Holocaust survivor).

Same scenes in Paris. Insults, attempted aggression, threats, and throwing of projectiles, the pro-Israeli collectives had to be exfiltrated from the Paris demonstration organized on the occasion of International Women's Rights Day. "We heard slogans like 'dirty Jews,' 'Nazis,' 'Israeli murderers,'" Mélanie Pauli-Geysse, president of No Silence, told Le Point.

No media or feminist organization in Europe is following the testimonies reported by the survivors of the family of Abu Bakr al Baghdadi, the caliph of Daesh.

Eggs, broken bottles, rubber bullets. "It was then that the situation worsened, we were only able to walk a few minutes before being exfiltrated by the police for our safety."

In L'Express, Sarah Barukh wrote: "There were Iranian, Afghan, Israeli, Pakistani, Yazidi, and others. We denounce the devastation of apartheid imposed by radical Islamism. We stand alongside women who are victims of barbaric traditions such as excision, in France and elsewhere." Next to her, Mona Jafarian, who fled from Iran, and Father Desbois, a Catholic priest who returned from Ukraine and recounted his life with Yazidi women, his arrest in Iraq, and his death sentence in several countries designated as lands of Islam because "I expressed words of sympathy towards the Jews."

Meanwhile, the Algerian writer Kamel Daoud writes that no media or feminist organization in Europe is following the testimonies reported by the survivors of the family of Abu Bakr al Baghdadi, the caliph of Daesh. His daughter, his wives, his sexual slaves are interviewed on Saudi TV to talk about the caliph.

"No relaunch in newspapers or platforms, no analysis, no echo," writes Daoud. "Western neo-feminism, crumbling into particularisms, is indifferent to this 'Muslim' scene where the condition of millions of women parades, beyond digital screens and the effects of ideological bubbles."

A forced tour should then be immediately organized to the Hamas cages under Gaza where Hamas is holding Israeli female hostages. And for those who don't feel like it, there is still the exhibition in London in which the conditions of imprisonment of the Israelis were recreated based on the testimonies of those who were exchanged in November.

Nothing seems to interfere with the ideological excitement these old and perverse peacocks derive from a barbarism they mistake for rebellion.

There is a pathological reluctance across the West to believe that Hamas has raped and mutilated women. "It didn't happen" or "where is the proof?" The speed with which these people went from saying "believe women" and #MeToo to "show the rape photos or it didn't happen" is mind-blowing.

Rape denial is so widespread that some have felt compelled to take to the streets to raise awareness of Hamas's sexual crimes. British Jews and their (few) allies gathered near BBC headquarters to say "rape is not resistance." Some wore jogging bottoms with stains between the legs, in solidarity with Naama Levy, the 19-year-old Israeli woman seen in that very state shortly after the Hamas pogrom.

The West went from "believe women" to "believe terrorists."

Nothing seems to interfere with the ideological excitement these old and perverse peacocks derive from a barbarism they mistake for rebellion in an unholy marriage of Western self-loathing and Islamic Jihad. They are willing to do anything to save the most squalid moral vanity and be able to continue selling us their "goodness." Except that it is really evil.

#feminists #hamas #rape #hamas rape #women's rights day #marienplatz #munich

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