#I mean if I found a kid in my backyard and he looked human and acted human and never did anything but some mild improvements to being human

[violent138]

I love the idea that Martha just knew somehow that Clark was an alien (don't give me a well duh he arrived in a spaceship you coconut because I read this one comic where Jonathan genuinely spins out at the realisation). I feel like Martha spent hours gathering evidence and Jonathan was like, babe I love you but would you fucking stop? He's not got attenae or anything can we just be pleased about our miracle kid. And then Clark gets powers and Martha whispers about her little conspiracy again and Jonathan whispers back this is not proof he's an alien! He's just like that!

Martha does classic exorcism movie shit like attend university lectures on extraterrestrial life and grill the professor on the chances of it and what if it looks like us, et cetera and share her notes and brochures with a highly bemused Jon who tells her instead about how Clark helped the vet they called over.

And then they get solid evidence and Martha is vindicated and Jonathan is floored. Because alien was so wacky he'd never seriously considered it amongst his chief hypotheses (misplaced lab experiment, standard miracle baby).

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[chronicbeans]

Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 5)

Circle time! Yippee!

TW: Mentions of Hallucinations

🐻 You can't help but grin as you watch Mr. Darling sitting with all of the children, talking about the most random of things. From bears to apples, the conversation flings itself from topic to topic. When Mr. Darling starts to take out random items he has brought for the children to play with, it almost feels like watching Mary Poppins. His little bag of items seems to fit an endless amount of luggage.

🐻 He looks around, being sure to make sure everyone understands what he says. He is careful to assure every child's needs are met. It might've taken a lot of planning to get him here, but it was all worth it. The kids are happy and feel cared for. You are happy to have finally found someone else with a passion for making every child feel appreciated. Mr. Darling seems happy to make others feel happy.

🐻You watch as he talks to Amelia, one of the numerous children circled around him, before he lets her touch his hair. You chuckle at her shocked reaction, hearing her say something along the lines of "It's like a shell!", with Mr. Darling saying "It's from the stuff I use to style it. I need my hair to look the absolute most!"

🐻 You turn your attention away for a moment, noticing that one of the kids is sitting alone at the table, simply watching the others. It's James, the kid that you were talking to Howdy about the other day. As in, the one who had the head injury. You sit next to him, smiling "Is there something you need?"

🐻 James looks up to you, before whispering "I... I want to talk to Wally... but I feel like he'll think I'm weird. Umm... I am also worried for him. The scary monster is behind him." You smile, nodding. "The scary monster won't hurt Mr. Darling. How about I go ask him if you can talk to him outside, in the play area? That way, he will be away from the scary monster, and you get to talk with him. I am sure he won't think of you as weird." "Only if you go with." "Alright. I'll go ask him now."

🐻 You stand up, grinning as you approach the group of children. "Mr. Darling? Can you come over here for a moment?" "Sure thing! Just a moment!" He picks up Amelia, who giggles and waves her arms, then stands up. The kids watch as he leaves, only for him to turn around and say "Oh! Just in case I take long, you can go through my bag. I didn't bring anything important. It's just stuff I brought for you all to play with. Be sure to share, though!" Needless to say, the kids swarmed to his bag like birds to breadcrumbs.

🐻 He turns back around, walking over to you as he asks "What is it? Do you need something?" You nod, bringing him over to James. "Yep! Mr. Darling, this is James. He wants to talk to you, but feels a bit anxious to do so. We both were wondering if it would be alright if the three of us went to the play area out back to talk privately." He grins, clasping his hands together as he says "Of course! That will be no problem at all! Just lead the way, (Y/N)!"

🐻 The three of you all walk to the play area in the backyard of the daycare, James looking behind you all from time to time. The play area is small, with a little playhouse, a sandbox, and a swing set connected to a slide. Once outside, Mr. Darling crouches down to his height, shaking his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, James! Is there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" James nods.

🐻"Yeah... umm... I was wondering, do you umm... Are you like me? I mean... I am a bit nervous to ask." James looks down, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. Mr. Darling smiles, tilting his head. "It is alright. Take your time. How about this? I'll ask you some questions to ease you into your own! Did anything particular make you curious if I have anything in common with you?" James nods "Yeah. I saw how you and Aubrey related in being autistic. As well as how you and a few of the others talked about loving art."

🐻 James looks around, which Mr. Darling seems to notice. He begins to look around, too. He then smiles, as if catching on. "Okay, I'll ask another question, since you don't seem to be ready, yet. Do you like to draw?" James, once again, nods. This time, it is much more enthusiastic. He reaches into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a tiny notepad. "Yeah! Let me show you some! It isn't anything close to what you can do, but I hope to get that good someday!" James shows the notepad to him, revealing drawings of cute bears, rainbow swirls, and dark monsters. Mr. Darling nods, staring at the images as he says "This is amazing work! Believe it or not, but when I was your age, I had this exact amount of skill. I believe you and I have more in common than you think."

🐻 James' eyes gleam, before he then looks down to his feet. "Hey, Wally...? Umm... do you see the odd things others don't? Or hear things others don't?"

🐻 You watch them both closely. Mr. Darling seems to think over his answer, before finally coming up with one. "Yes, I do. I mostly hear odd things, but I do see them, sometimes. Is that what you wanted to ask about?" James looks up to him, nodding. "Yeah... can I... can I ask some more?" "Of course. Anything you want." "Do you see the shadow man? The mean guy that says mean things? I believe he is quite mean. Have you met him?"

🐻 To your shock, Mr. Darling's smile falters for a brief second. It returns as soon as it left, however, before he hands James his notepad. "I don't see the shadow man very often. I do, however, have a pesky neighbor of my own. Do you want to know who it is?" James hesitates, before responding "Yeah. I feel like it might help you to talk about that mean neighbor."

🐻 Mr. Darling leans in, speaking very quietly to James. You still hear what he says, though, you are not sure if you were meant to. "The walls of my very own home say mean things to me, sometimes."

[petitelepus]

I actually rethinked your offer..

Maybe i could get a tiny Sanemi fluff..? 🥺

Like, Sanemi sees reader crying and (out of mercy LOL) asks what's wrong, and after getting to know that yn is crying because she has nobody to spend her birthday with, he takes her out somewhere and buys her a gift, cake, they hangout yk 🥹

Sanemi was pissed. You were late from a training session with him and when he had gone to fetch you from your room, you weren't even there! Not only were you not showing up, but you were making him waste his time looking for you?! As his Tsuguko, you were supposed to train under his guidance!

You damn woman…! He wouldn't go easy on you just because of your gender! Gender meant nothing to Sanemi because it meant nothing to Demons who would be ready to eat you at any given moment if you didn't kill them first!

Sanemi was shouting your name as he ran from room to room, searching for you or any signs of you, but even the servants couldn't tell where you had gone off to.

The Hashira was about to lose his cool for good until he finally found you in the backyard, huddled at the corner of the estate's yard. Your back was to him so you probably hadn't seen him, but you must have heard him!

"Hey, shithead! Didn't you hear me calling your name!?" Saneni snapped as he made his way to you, but you were still ignoring him. Getting madder with every passing second, he grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him, "Oi! Look at me when I'm talking-!"

You looked and Sanemi was taken aback by big fat tears collected in your eyes and ones that were dripping down your face.

What the fuck? Why were you crying? You never cried, no matter how much Sanemi shouted, cursed, or trained you. Had someone said something to you? Who and what?

"Master Shinazugawa…" You murmured quietly and the man snapped out of his thoughts. "What the fuck? Why are you crying!?"

"It's… It's stupid…!" You sobbed as you started to violently rub your eyes clear of tears, "It's stupid and I'm stupid…!"

"I can't deny that…" Sanemi grumbled, but he was still a human so he asked, "What made you cry?"

"Nothing…"

"Nothing my ass! If there is nothing wrong then you wouldn't have even started to cry!" His patience was wearing thin, "So tell me what the fuck is wrong, or else I'll beat your ass!"

"It's…" You swallowed, "It's my birthday…"

"And?" Sanemi asked and you frowned, "And that's it…"

"That's it?" He couldn't believe his own ears. You were crying over your birthday!?

"Who cries over their birthday?! What are you, eight!?" He snapped and you frowned, "At least I had someone to celebrate it with last year! Now I got nobody…!"

Ah, the reason you had become a Demon Slayer and his Tsuguko… Now that Sanemi thought about it, it was almost a year since you had begged him to train you and maybe half a year since you passed the Final Selection.

He still remembered how he had told you to go away, marry some man, and pop out a kid or two, but you had been stubborn as a mule and determined to train under him, despite his poor patience and short fuse.

Sanemi rarely felt like shit, but now he certainly felt like one and a major one.

"Get up." He snapped and you sobbed one last time as you collected yourself and got up on your feet, but before you could do anything else, the Hashira grabbed you by your upper arm and started to pull you with him.

"Master, I can walk-!" You tried to protest, but the man just frowned, "Shut up and follow me!"

You shut your mouth, but you were nervous. Ignoring and disobeying a Hashira and your Master? You were sure you were going to get your ass beaten and handed back to you through vigorous training… But to your surprise, he dragged you to his quarters.

You were stunned and confused as to why he had taken you there, but then he let go and pointed at the small table in the middle of the room, "Sit. That's an order."

You nodded and as you took a seat, Sanemi searched for something from his cabinets.

Despite being mean and tough, he kind of understood why you were so upset.

The Wind Hashira had never really celebrated his own birthday, but whenever his younger siblings' birthdays were coming, he always made sure to remember them and go out of his way to get them something they would like. Even when they didn't have money for it, he always remembered the days his siblings were born.

He pulled out a parcel from the cabinet and as he took a seat opposite of you, he placed the carefully wrapped parcel between you two and opened it. You followed closely his hands' movement and your eyes widened as you saw perfect-looking Ohagi. Master's favorite.

"Master- W- What is this?" You looked at him in shock and the man frowned as he pushed a dark and sweet rice ball at you, "Ohagi. For your birthday."

"B- But-!" You were stunned. Sanemi wasn't exactly famous for sharing his favorite treats and here he was, offering some for you.

"Are you sure?" You asked and he frowned, "You want it or shall I eat them myself!?"

"Thank you for the food!" You thanked him as you quickly grabbed an Ohagi and took a bite. Your eyes widened. They were absolutely rich and sweet, filled with flavor and so delicious.

"Oh, wow…!" You smiled around your mouthful, "These are incredible!"

"They better be since I made them," Sanemi grunted as he picked one for himself and bit into it. Your eyes widened and you swallowed before asking, "You made these?"

"Who else?"

"Uuh, cook or a baker?" You weren't certain and the Hashira frowned, "I make them the way I like them. If they aren't good enough then you can hit the road!"

"No no, I love them! I love this! Thank you, Master!" You took another bite of the Ohagi and Sanemi grunted as the two of you ate his favorite food. Soon, the food was gone and you were licking your fingers clean. The man grunted as he looked at you, "Feeling better?"

"Hm!" You nodded with a happy smile, "Much better! Thank you for this, Master Shinazugawa!"

"Tch! When it's just you and I you can call me Master Sanemi."

"Eeh?" You looked at the man, eyes wide before you grimaced, "Really? Is that really okay? Do you do this a lot with cute girls like me? Talk about creepy!"

"It's just you, you little shithead!" Sanemi exclaimed, a vein on his temple popping in fury, but you just laughed.

"Just kidding, kidding!" You laughed but Sanemi didn't find it as funny as you did. "Shitty brat…!"

"Alright, if I remember right we should be training right now!" You nodded as you moved to get up, but Sanemi grunted as he laid down on his side, facing away from you, "Just for today… We are taking it easy and regaining our energy."

"Are you sure?" You asked and the man shot you a glare over his shoulder, "Talking back to me, huh!?"

"Nope, not at all!" You shook your head as you set down on the tatami and relaxed, listening to a wind chime tinkling somewhere in a calm breeze.

It was all so relaxing, the meal, the sounds, and for once even the company. Despite the sad memories of your past birthdays carved in your mind, this one was awfully sweet.

[2-sleepy-for-this]

A Father’s Love

I got this prompt a bit ago from @lycaclientt ! I always love some good ol’ found family and angst so here’s a little one shot about it!

also I’ve been pretty busy lately so my next writing pieces (chapters for something to remember and our little brother) may take longer than expected to come out but have this while you wait! :)

tw ~ misunderstanding, grabbing, unintentional fear play, talk of humans, angst (it gets better tho)

word count ~ 1.5k

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

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Fundy knew that he’d never had a normal childhood. He didn’t even have a family until Wilbur had found him when he was five. Of course, that didn’t make his life any more normal. 

Wilbur was a borrower.

Fundy didn’t care about that, though. Wilbur was still his father, even if he could fit in the palm of his hand.

It had all started when the thunderstorm did. Years ago, there was a thunderstorm that scared him so badly that he had left the safety of his box in an alleyway and tried to find some form of shelter from this terrifying storm.

Eventually, he had stumbled into an old abandoned house. It was easy to sneak into when the door was falling off its hinges already. Rain pelted against the cracked windows as Fundy tried finding any place in the house to muffle the sounds blaring in his sensitive ears. He had passed the kitchen and dining room. They were too open, too many windows showcasing the sudden blasts of light outside. 

Fundy ended up stopping in the living room and huddling up on the old dusty couch. It looked rat infested with holes in the fabric and foam, but he couldn’t complain.

He fell asleep after a few minutes but he could’ve never expected what happened next. 

Apparently, once he’d gone to sleep, a large colony of borrowers came from the walls. They didn’t seem to react so kindly when they noticed a human walking around their safe haven.

Later in his life, Fundy would hear about how eager his colony was to get rid of him back then. Luckily, one borrower in the colony thought differently.

Wilbur soot.

His father.

Not biologically, of course, but as soon as Wilbur saw the scruffy, dirty human child, he fell in love and knew he couldn’t let anything happen to him. 

From that day forward, Fundy became part of the colony. Well, at least to Wilbur, he was. Everyone else didn’t like him very much, either completely untrusting or scared of him.

However, once they realized how valuable he was, able to do things more efficiently and faster than any borrower, more of the colony accepted him.

Even as a child, Fundy was able to farm in the backyard easily because of his size.

Even over a decade later, Fundy was able to farm easily because of his size. But he didn’t want to.

Can you blame him? It just got so boring after a few years. 

When Wilbur gave him one of the rooms in the old house and helped him get clean and have food, Fundy started to look like an average kid.

Eventually, he found a school and friends, just like a normal kid. Everything was how he dreamed it would be.

Until he went home.

Home to his colony in an old house where he had to do his chores, gardening and doing whatever else they couldn’t do just because he was human.

It was fine, though. Until Wilbur grounded him for seeing his friends.  

All he wanted to do was go out with his friends so when Wilbur said no for no reason, he snuck out, let any other teenager would! 

Wilbur found out when he’d been seen sneaking into his bedroom window and made the colony think there was an intruder. The leaders were very angry that the colony was put on lockdown for a false human intrusion. But nothing compared to how Wilbur felt.

He was angry, Fundy could tell just by his posture, and the stern look on his face confirmed it.

His dad tried yelling at him, scolding him for risking himself and scaring the colony… it only heated up from there.

“We’ll it’s not like I have to try hard to scare the colony.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Fundy?”

“I mean, look at me! I don’t belong here. "

“Of course you do. You’re my son. "

“I’m only here because I’m useful! Otherwise I would’ve been thrown out years ago!”

“That’s not true… I wanted you to be my son because I love you. It doesn’t matter what your size is…”

Wilbur started to get nervous. In all the years Fundy had been with him, he’d never acted out like this. Wilbur watched as Fundy crossed his arms, subconsciously moving closer to his small father, looming over him. Wilbur…

Wilbur was scared.

Scared of his son.

Scared of what his son could do to him.

“Fundy…I-I think you should go to your room… to calm down. "

Fundy didn’t listen.

“It does matter what my size is, I’m not a borrower, dad! I’m not part of the colony!”

Fundy moved closer, only a few inches from Wilbur, before he bent down and reached for his father, looking so small compared to his hand.

“I’m what the colony is supposed to hide from!”

Wilbur felt the giant fingers wrap around his waist as his son lifted him off the ground.

Fundy pulled his father inches from his face.

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

Wilbur flinched hard at his loud voice. Fundy could feel the fluttering of his small heart against his fingertips. 

Fundy looked down at his father, struggling helplessly in his hand, and his eyes widened.

“D-dad?”

Wilbur’s eyes snapped to his. They were full of fear while his struggles continued.

Then Fundy realized… in all the years that he’s been with the colony, he’s never held a borrower before, and the feeling of holding his father’s life in his hands made him realize just how small he really was.

“Fundy, p-please put me down.”

His father pleaded with him, and a wave of guilt and remorse crashed into him. He slowly lowered Wilbur to the ground, watching him stumble back as soon as he was set on even ground.

Fundy opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He didn’t know what he could say.

The only thing Fundy could think to do in that moment was stand to his full height and walk to his room, closing the door behind him.

It took Wilbur a few minutes to calm himself down, but soon he was walking to Fundy’s door. He’s ashamed to say he hesitated to ring the bell that announced Fundy of his presence.

Fundy’s door opened but not to the terrifying human Wilbur expected to see… instead it was his son, teary-eyed and seeming smaller than Wilbur ever thought he could be. Like he was a little scared homeless kid again.

Wilbur’s heart melted at the sight, beckoning him closer as Fundy leaned down, kneeling on the floor to hear what his father came to say.

“Fundy…”

There was a slight waver in his voice when he spoke and Fundy caught it, his shoulders dropping more.

“Come here… you’re okay,”

Wilbur reached his arms up in the air, not unlike a toddler asking to be picked up. Fundy was confused but very carefully scooped his father up in an open palm, as if waiting for a protest.

When none came, he slowly brought his hand closer to his chest until Wilbur reached out and grabbed at the fabric of his shirt.

To any normal human, it would just look like a teenager holding his hand to his chest, but looking closer, you’d see a purring borrower cupped carefully in shaking hands, holding onto the fabric of a baggy band shirt like his life depended on it. 

“I-I’m so sorry, dad”

“I know… it’s okay, I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Fundy seemed to shake more at that. He’d acted out and almost hurt him. He’d yelled at him and grabbed him… yet his father seemed completely relaxed in his hands now, held against his chest.

Tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed his hand to his chest so very gently to press his father closer to himself… he’s never hugged Wilbur before, there was always a slight barrier between them, always slightly distant, shying from each others touch.

But now, being so close, both of them thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad… maybe they’d have to do this more often.

Slowly Fundy drifted off while leaning against the wall, still holding Wilbur in his hands. Soon after Wilbur saw this, he too closed his eyes and slept, head resting against where he could feel his son’s heartbeat.

It was the best both of them had slept in a long time, and if Wilbur started going to Fundy’s room before bed after that, no one said anything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed, it was bit hard to write since there was so many ways it could’ve gone but I’m happy with how it turned out :D

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth-66 Origins: Jon Kent

On June 20th 2009, a little baby boy with violet eyes & black hair was born to reporters: Clark Kent & Lois Lane. Clark however was special: he was the number one hero Superman. When Jon grew, he was oblivious about his father being a superhero & himself being half alien, until one day after school around the age of 7/8.

It was Friday, the last day of school for the week & little Johnny & some of his friends (Kathy Braden being one of them) decided to go to the nearby park to hang before it got dark.

When they got there, they saw the biggest bully from their school (plus some goons of the bully) Melvin Masters (yes that Melvin from the super sons movie, however my design of the character is fat with a younger voice & baby face to fit the character better XD) picking on some kids younger & weaker than him, (strongest & tallest kid in the third grade; 5’6/7, tough as a fifth grader…..so far, wink wink)

Jon decided to confront him, telling him to pick on somebody his own size, (Jon definitely said “there’s no one your size, due to his mom sass XD) due to strength & size difference, Melvin & his gang of bullies decided to beat up Jon, giving him a bloody nose, bruised face, a wedgie, and a hit to the crotch. (Jon did get some licks in but not enough, he has the strength of a small 7/8 year old)

One of the bullies sat on top of Jon pinning him to the ground, & Melvin decided to do one of the worst things a bully can do: Fart in his face. Melvin squatted down over Jon & rip a big nasty one right in front of his face. (Made one of the bully’s gagged) the gang of bullies laughed & ran away with Melvin saying: “smell you later fart face!” & quickly left the park.

Kathy helped Jon up & asked: “are you ok?” Jon sniffled & told her: “I-i’m alright, just just….leave me alone!” Jon took off running back to his home with tears running down his face.

Jon went into the backyard when he got back home, it was almost dark, the sun was setting, crying his eyes out. A high pitched cry was heard, out in the open sky: a hawk was flying overhead, Jon looked up to look at it. Jon was deeply afraid of hawks, with their sharp talons & mean looking faces. With fear, sadness, & anger (from getting his butt kicked by bullies; not able to defend others) Jon’s eyes turn red & shot out two red beams of heat, killing the hawk.

Jon gasps & ran into the nearby barn & hide himself. Still crying, he thought himself a monster, until a deep voice spoke out. “Jon, you up there kiddo, are you ok?” It was his dad, Clark Kent. Jon spoke, with a tremble in his voice: “n-no dad! Somethings wrong with me! I-I-I think I’m a freak! S-stay away from me, dad!” Clark chuckled “Jon, you’re not a freak, you are different, come on down so I can explain something to you.” (On the way home from superhero work, Clark saw the two beams of fire & used his vision powers to see it was Jon) Jon was puzzled. “H-how are you gonna explain, dad, I-I’m a human, not a-“ before he can finish his sentence, Clark appears wearing his Superman suit while wearing his glasses. Jon eyes went from a confused & frightful look to a surprise look.

Jon was no ordinary human: he is a half-human, and before Jon knew it: He Was SUPERBOY: Son Of Superman.

The end :)

Notes:

1: Jon actually unlocked his powers between the ages of 3-5, it was superhearing. Clark & Lois thought he had autism & gave him noise canceling headphones to help cope with loud noises. He develops the more lethal powers like heat vision, between 7/8-10.

2: When Kon & Chris heard he got beat up by bullies, Jon & his brothers decided to go get Justice for their sweet baby brother.

They disguised themselves:

Jon: a red shirt, jeans, & boots, a cowboy hat, sunglasses & and red bandana. (Acts like a preoutfit)

Chris: a blue shirt, jeans, & boots, a Batman plastic cowl, & a blue bandanna to cover his mouth.

Kon: has a skull bandana, sunglasses, & a sideways black hat, plus jeans & boots.

They found the bully & delivered some sweet justice:

Kon & Chris threw him back & forth to each other like passing a hot potato in the air, Chris lifted him up with his shadow powers & Kon & Jon tickled his bare feet, & Jon got the best justice of all: farting in his face.

3: the only canon story that’s part of Earth-66 was the Manchester Black story arc, the only difference is that it’s only him & Kathy’s grandfather Cobb as the “villains.” The superfamily stopped black the same way, but knocked him out instead of his mind going into a cow. (Kathy also kicked Black in the crotch from behind after hurting her grandpa; he lived in my universe)

oh, supersons are also canon; just the meeting & kid amazo arcs. Jon & Damian met the same way in the animated movie, just the ages were smaller, 7/8 & 10/11. (With Damian being less arrogant)

4: here’s Jon’s outfits:

Pre outfit: Same as mention above.

First outfit: pretty much his dad’s outfit with a red trunks but with red gloves & red/blue domino mask with white lenses. (8-12)

Second outfit: his “older” outfit but with cowboy accessories on top plus blue domino mask. (Cowboy hat, blue bandana, blue jacket) (got this on his 13th birthday; 13-present)

Have any questions, comments, or concerns? Let me know! Criticisms is ok ;)





[windsweptinred]

😬 for Destiny but also the best thing too

OK, I hope you don't mind. These are both headcanons I've posted before, but I still love them and will fight for their honour so.... 😅

The worst thing he's ever done...

The 'RULES' were made specifically to keep 'him' in check....And he just managed to cleverly deflect all of the blame onto Dream. Tricksy little blighter.

Dream looses his temper. Tends to go all Storm from Xmen on the local weather system. Can occasionally do something really frikkin stupid.. Like send his ex to hell.

Tantrum level: Eldritch Toddler

Destiny looses his temper... Wiped an entire city, population, buildings... Men, women, children.. Dust bunnies... OFF THE MAP. Permanently!

Tantrum level: Old Testament. God Level.

........

Dream: Desire has a child, as a back up plan... To f*ck up Dream's realm. And maybe, you know.. Kill him. Possibly... A little. Dream proceeds to posture aggressively at them.

Response to aggravating siblings: We are not amused.

Destiny: Directly defies his own mother's wishes and the destiny his book dictates (Aka absolute Destiny unholy of unholies) to pull Dream from a Black Hole. Just so he can get his sh*t off his backyard because it's messing up his zen.

Response to aggravating siblings: I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

.......

Dream: Has a passionate romance with a mortal... Her city gets destroyed by a random meteor. Asks her to be his queen, deals reeeaaaalllllyyyy badly with being told the word no.

Fallout: One city and one really unfortunate ex.

Destiny: Leaves his realm for five minutes to to tell (not ask) a mortal woman she's going to have his kid. Which leads to the creation of Pestilence, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse ... Oh, and the added bonus of the arrival of global pandemics. Cheers mate!

Fallout: Humanity as we know it.

(Destiny: A Chronicle of Deaths foretold)

.......

The Fates: Right that's it! We'll be seeing no more of these shinnanigans! We are implementing rules. And they WILL be followed!!

Destiny: (Tutting) Honestly little brother

Dream: Wait... Me!??

The Best thing he's ever done...

He's the patriarch of the Device family. Yes, I ship crack ship... ship him and Agnes Nutter 🙈😆

I mean, it's easy to assume Destiny has his own protégés, just like Dream. Famous seers and prophets (Aka anyone found in Aziraphale's prized collection.) And maybe he rather took to this Lancashire lass who gave back as good as she got. Maybe his book told him too... It was all part of the Ineffable Plan 🤷😆.

Agnes: I've been expecting you. Father of my daughter, Virtue.

Destiny: Checks his book... Shrugs.

And then the irony, the sheer irony that they would hand their decedents their own little mini book of destiny to live by. Just look at Anathema, is she not like a wee Destiny the younger? Sensible, straight forward, self sufficient.... Walking round constantly refering to her book to see how she's going to handle any given situation.

Anathema: We're going to sleep together

Newton: Are we?

Anathema: The books says so.

Newton: Fair enough.

Case... Point! 😆

[jamneuromain]

Oh hello my dear friend 🥰🥰

Ok, so... For the bingo... Can I have the request?

About the party, it's doesn't matter if it's big no not, fancy or you know, just for friends and family.

But yeah I wish for best friend reader and pre-serum Steve Rogers lol (40s isnot nessasary)

So you live in the same block or just neighbors, and he doesn't like the whole loud pary, so he said he want to leave. Of course you want to go home since you feel bored too.

But when you walk several meters from the party, you suddenly aware that you forget your jacket!! So you just tell Steve that you have to back to the party and that he can go home first.

But, when you rush into the party, take your jacket and said goodbye again to your friends. You found that Steve walk back to the front doors of the party place and waiting for you.

Have a nice day 😊😊💕😊

Hi nana😌❤️❤️ I absolutely love this idea. I might have changed it a bit into Reader looking for Steve to leave, but I think this works with the plot hehehe

Hope you'll enjoy it😘

Spiked Punch

Steve Rogers x You

Warning: Party, cursing

Summary: After two punch and being bored to death at a college party, you decide to find Steve and head home.

A/N: My seventh entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty. The idiot-part came from an inspiration from @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates <3

You've never been a party gal.

You hate it when it's hot and smothering in a small space.

You absolutely loathe it when there are loud music and drunken ... people involved. Seeing the drunken frat boys and sorority girls tangled up all together, kissing but looking as if they are about to suck each other's face off... just, eww.

College parties are definitely not for you.

Bucky, on the other hand, is a different human being. Bucky is enjoying the best time of his life, joining the fraternity with a bunch of stupid Greek letters on a T-shirt, partying all night and drinking till he can't tell which room is his own bedroom. That's his jam.

The last time you saw him at this party, roughly fifteen minutes ago, he was holding two sorority girls on his laps, making out with both of them, and to you, this looks like the start of a threesome. So you slipped from one room to another, trying to find Steve.

You came here with Steve. Being (almost) lifelong friend of both Steve and Bucky, you met them when you were four years old.

You don't remember any of that, but your mother told you one of the kids in this neighborhood shoved you to the curb into the traffic. And if it weren't Steve and Bucky who bravely - they are also four, by the way, ran in front of a freight car while the other pulled you to the sidewalk. You would not be still alive at this moment.

Kitchen - living room - hallway - accidentally walking into the library but the frat boys in there are burning book pages to smoke pot - one turn, then another, and you are back where you started, the kitchen.

Christ.

Only two punches and now you're unable to tell if you have entered the door to the left, or if it's the "library" you just passed. You really should have listened to Steve, who heard from his roommate that college parties always have their punch spiked.

Speaking of Steve, you really wished you could be by his side for this party but your friends dragged you away as soon as you showed up, talking about a giant slide at the back of the frat house, connecting the roof to the ground.

It's a miracle that the frat brothers still have their head and their spine intact.

This reminds you that Steve could be at the back of the house - hopefully he wouldn't be catching some sorority's eyes and got pinned to a wall and making out. Not that you wouldn't want him to get a girlfriend. No. You wish the best for him.

Absolutely the best. Which means those dumb girls with only "ten tips of making you lose more weight" in their head are no good for him.

You walk around the house to reach the backyard, where Steve sits on a bench all by himself, the phone in his hand, pending on a messaging interface.

"Hey, ready to go?" You sit down, swinging an arm around his shoulders.

Okay, so maybe you are a little dizzy due to the weird fruit punch. And your arm is a bit too tight around Steve's skinny shoulders. So tight that he leans towards you, nearly banging his head on your shoulders.

He quickly swipes the messaging app away and tucks the phone in his pocket, patting his hand on your back, hesitant and soft, "Yeah, I've been ... I'm thinking the same. Got a lecture tomorrow at 8:30."

You hum in agreement, quickly letting go of his shoulder and raising a big smile, "C'mon."

"And Buck?" Steve shrugs on his large jacket when he gets up from the bench, "should we tell him we're going?"

"Pfft." You tug on the corner of his sleeve, urging him to go, "He's a big boy. He'll be fine."

The image of Bucky tongue-kissing two girls at the same time makes you shiver. Even if you adore Bucky - you adore Bucky and Steve both, it's cringe, watching your friend making out with someone else.

And you rather not know about Bucky's (what he claimed to be - healthy) relationships, although you enjoy gossips as everybody else.

You are on your way back to your dorms. You love it that the three of you don't live far away from one another. A drop by, a visit is so simple when Steve basically lives the building right next to your place, and the frat house Bucky's living is a 10-minute walk away.

Escaping the crowd, you and Steve walk back to your places. Dim, orange streetlamps barely covers the sidewalk as you and Steve head home. Where you and Steve embrace this little peace and quiet that's hard to come by.

"So... uh... I've been texting you just now." Steve starts, awkwardly, clenching his phone in his pocket.

"Texting?" You almost forget about your phone, but surely it's in your back pocket - "Oh shit." You murmur, when your hand reminds you that your back pocket is empty, "Oh shit, my phone!" Your eyes widen in panic, while Steve takes a few more seconds to understand your trouble.

"Did you lost it? Did you bring it there? Did you-"

He looks more anxious than you are.

"I did. I checked my emails before I went inside. I put it..." your voice trails away as you try to remember, "Fuck, I think it's in my jacket. I left it in the cloak room because the house is too warm."

It is five meters away from his place, and you sigh, "Shit. Guess I have to go back and get my jacket. Look, just get inside. I'll text you when I get my phone back, okay?"

"But-"

You didn't wait for his reply before you start to run to the frat house. You hope it isn't too late for your jacket and your phone. You heard there might be pick-pocketing in some of the parties.

After what feels like forever - which is five minutes, you are relieved to find your jacket, your keys, your phone, and everything in your pocket is still intact, right where you left them in the cloak room.

You briefly say goodbye to Bucky on your way out when he's yelling for either Cherry or Cheryl at the door, though his brain is completely toasted by alcohol, and fails to match your face with his memory. You doubt he will even remember this encounter in the morning.

"Idiot." You mutter under your breath, after Bucky shoves past you, now sing-songing that girl's name, clearly way too drunk to remember anything more than the syllable "Cher".

See, that's why you hate people drinking.

As you shrug on your jacket for the chilly night, and pulls out your phone to check your messages again, you almost stumble upon someone standing right in front of you.

"Steve?" Your raise your head from your phone. You have yet to read his messages, finger hovering above the messaging app, but you are too surprised to open them anyways, "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go back to your dorm?"

It's sweet for him to wanting to accompany you back here, and walk you home again. It really is. And you are glad to see him, even if it means you have to carry an EpiPen and an inhaler all day for him, just in case his ran out.

Steve looks pale. He is pale since he's a kid. His body can't carry enough iron so he has to take supplements to prevent him from worse affects of anemia. He purses his lips into a line, staring at you for a moment, looking sad, "It's Bucky, isn't it?"

"What's about Bucky?" Shoving the phone away, you eye him suspiciously, "Did you eat the mushrooms those sorority girls offer you and start to have visions?"

He gestures to your phone, "It's Bucky. And you don't want to..."

He didn't finish his sentence. Looking at you as if there's something way bigger than this strange conversation he is starting.

"Never mind." He murmurs, kicking a small pebble under his shoes into the grass.

"No?" You elbow his arm, "You're being weird. Spill."

"It's just..." Steve looks frustrated, "you haven't looked right since you saw him kissing. And I can't offer you any ... anything because ... And you saw my message, but don't want to answer directly without..."

"What on earth are you talking about?" You furrow your brows into a knot, "What does Bucky has to do with... whatever you're talking about? With me? And what's the message? And why are you acting strange?"

"You like Bucky!" He blurts out.

You are completely awe-struck. "WHAT?"

"You got upset when he kissed those girls! And then you came to find me asking to go home. And now you want to tell him that you love him -"

"Hold on for a second -" You growl.

"But he's drunk! I know you hate others getting drunk and you still said your goodbyes! Calling him an idiot behind his back just now because he's yelling for those dumb blondes instead of-"

Your blood has just gone cold.

He can't possibly think that you are into that sweet dumb brunet? Bucky has never been the center of your attention. And you only came to this party because Bucky said he invited -

"You're being ridiculous." You huff, barely containing your anger and disappointment as you choose to head home instead of listening to his nonsense.

"I know it's wrong of me to just send you a text and tell you how I feel about you-"

This definitely put a halt to your steps.

"-and I like you and you know Buck. You know who he is and I don't want you getting hurt-" Steve says miserably, almost at a last resort, salvaging what he clearly has ruined. A perfect friendship.

Sure, he likes you. What's not to be liked? Your humor? Your sass? Even you getting mad is cute for him. He couldn't help but say how much he likes you via words, because he's too nervous to say so in person. He should've kept it to himself, even if this means that he would be heart broken watching you smiling and laughing and treat ing him as a friend.

You turn around and take a few steps to him, making him gulp nervously, but still saying out loud, "He's a heart-breaker. We know that. You know that. I love you and I-"

Before you shut his mouth with a kiss.

And bite his plump lower lip.

"Ouch!" He covers his lips with his hand, feeling the swell where you bit him.

"You are a big fucking idiot, Steven Grant Rogers." You retort. The spiked fruit punch encourages you to swing your arms around his neck, as his body remains frozen, "There, happy? Calling you an idiot right to your face?"

"What-"

"Or do you need me to kiss you again to realize that I, in fact, love you back?"

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[e-mmygrey]

History Must Repeat Itself - Chapter 10

Author's note: Season 3 is peak Steve Harrington humour and I'm always here for it. Robin Buckley lives in a special place in my heart and I'm sure all of yours. She better be safe in season 5 lol

Maya Hawke is such a beautiful human - I've seen her in concert and MAGICAL. Anyways, enjoy. lol

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The Start of Summer 1985

          The school year ended a few days ago, meaning all seven kids were headed to high school in the fall. Steve and Billy graduated. No more Hawkins education for them. The rest of us high schoolers were going into senior year. That thought made me feel old and I was grateful for two months to prepare myself for it.

A huge party was being thrown to celebrate the outgoing seniors tomorrow. One last shebang. But for the incoming freshmen, none of the parents were arranging anything. And as the big sister for one of them, that made it my job. Well, for my sister and her friends at least. For the last week, I'd been planning a party in secret. All of the kids' parents were called and they were prepared (and a little excited) to throw their kids out of the house at 11:30 on Saturday morning.

Of course, the party wasn't happening at my house. The kids had proven they could demolish any cleanliness I had too easily and there wasn't a pool in my backyard. Who had a pool and a giant house with a kitchen that seven kids could fit in?

"I can't believe you convinced me to let you do this here," Steve grumbled, lugging in the groceries we'd just bought.

"As if they're not going to be here all summer," I reminded him, putting the three tubs of ice cream into the freezer.

"Ah, but you forget, my dear Jess, Starcourt Mall is a bus ride away. It's new and shiny with a plethora of greasy food. Little old me only has a pool and a big tv."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, but you're Steve Harrington. Those children are absolutely in love with you and they're going to get bored of the same stores over and over again that they can't afford." I placed the pre-cut fruit into the fridge. "Well, except for Scoops Ahoy, of course. I plan on bringing Madison there every day."

I began opening the toppings for the ice cream sundaes, when I felt Steve step up beside me. I glanced at him, before pouring chocolate chips into a small container.

"Every day? Really? Wow. You gonna miss having me so accessible, you're going to come visit every day?"

"I could be visiting Robin. Madison does really love Robin," I pointed out, scrunching my nose.

Steve leaned closer, his breath against my ears. "I'm sure we could find a use for the ice cream if you were coming to visit me instead."

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, ignoring the heat burning my face. "Steve Harrington, are you hitting on me?"

He reached behind me and I felt him tug on the end of my bandana. "Jess Connors -"

His words were cut off by the sound of a door opening. His eyebrows connected, stepping into the hallway with a direct view to the front door. I glanced over as I put the veggies tray into the fridge to see Steve's back straighten and his expression drop.

"Mum. Dad. I didn't realize you'd be coming home today."

He disappeared down the hallway. The tenor of his father's voice floated down the hall and a wave of anxiety rolled through me. I'd never met Steve's parents. I don't know how many of his friends had. 

Footsteps thudded down towards me. Anxiety bubbling, I glanced down at my outfit. I was wearing an old pair of denim jeans that I'd hacked the legs off. My shirt was an absolutely huge Iron Maiden shirt I found at a thrift store outside of town. It was originally going to be a gift for Eddie but never made it to him. It was my style and covered anything that could be scandalous but I had a feeling it wasn't their look. As Steve rounded the corner with an apologetic look on his face, I reached my hand back to adjust the bun I'd created at the base of my skull.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed as his parents entered behind him.

"This is Jess Connors," Steve introduced, standing next to me. "Jess, these are my parents."

I rubbed my palms against my shirt, the anxiety crashing. I rounded the island and held my hand out to his mother.

"Mrs. Harrington, nice to meet you." She shook my hand with a hint of a surprised on her face before I moved to his father. "Mr. Harrington."

Stepping back, I hid behind Steve slightly. I slid my hands into the front pockets of my shorts. I could see where Steve got his good looks from. Once upon a time, his father was handsome. I don't know if it was work or being a miserable person but something in his life had begun scrubbing it away. His mother, with well manicured blonde hair and lack of wrinkles for having an eighteen year old son, definitely kept herself looking young. She was ridiculously pretty too.

"What's happening here? Have we burst in on your party plans?" Mrs. Harrington asked. She tried sounding light and humoured, but I could read the judgement in her eyes.

"We're having a pool party for the graduating middle schoolers," Steve said as I started going back to the chip bags. I needed to make myself busy because his parents made me want to throw up with anxiety. I don't know the last time I felt this way around adults.

His father chuckled condescending. "Middle schoolers? Really, Steve? You've lost that many friends since you quit the basketball team, you're holding a party for children?"

I paused, peering at Mr. Harrington. His look was predatory towards his son. It was a look I'd seen on Billy's face when he'd locked on a target. The nausea left my stomach and defensive anger replaced it. Steve hesitantly opened his mouth to answer his father, but I beat him to it.

"Actually, Mr. Harrington, my sister is in that graduating class. Since your son is so great, he's letting me host it here. And all the kids love Steve so much, it's mixed with a graduation celebration for him too. Because since you know, he graduated high school."

My tone was snippy, I knew that. The Harrington family was all looking at me. Steve had a hint of a smile on his face, grateful for my words. His mother's face was neutral, but his father was annoyed. I met his father's stare for a minute, before turning to Steve.

"I'm going to start grabbing the soda from my trunk. Can you do water balloons and paint balloons? The kids will be here." I glanced at my watch. "Hopefully in half an hour."

I smiled at him, placing my hand on his back as I passed his parents. I didn't give them a look.

"And is she going to college in September?" Steve's father ask as I got to the front door.

"No, she's going into her senior year."

"So, like I said. No friends your own age."

I walked out the front door without shoes on. I couldn't listen to the rest of the conversation. Steve told me a couple times that his parents were a lot. They had to be if they left their son alone more than they saw him. He told me they'd started leaving him in the house by himself for longer than a night in the sixth grade. I almost didn't want to believe him, but now? There was no doubt.

I grabbed two cases of regular Coke, much to Lucas' impending dismay. None of us understood how he could so happily drink the new crap. I tucked one under my arm and grabbed the smaller case of Diet Coke for Robin and me.

"Whoa, whoa, watch how much you're grabbing there." Steve grabbed the case from under my arm. He grabbed the case of Sprite with ease. As Steve closed the trunk, I watched him. He peeked at me, before wrapping his hand tighter around the case.

"What?"

I tilted my head, staring at the small details of his face. I'd only known Steve for nine months, but especially after the night of the Snow Ball dance, we spent a lot of time together. I could read him a lot easier.

His cheeks began to heat. "Jess, if you don't stop staring at me, I'm going to drop these cases and kiss you." He smirked. "So tell me why you're staring."

I ignored his flirty comment, as I often did.

"I'm really proud of you, Steve Harrington. You're amazing. You need to know that," I said, walking back towards his house with the cases of pop. Thankfully, Steve had left the door ajar and I could just push it open.

"That girl must be a really great lay because Steve is throwing away a perfectly good day he could be working," was the first thing I heard as I walked into the house. I purposefully made my footsteps hit the ground harder. His parents stopped talking as I entered into the kitchen. I gave them a polite smile, dropping the cases onto the island.

"So, Jess. Steven says you're going into your senior year. What are your plans for afterwards?"

I stuck my tongue between my back teeth as I put the cans into the fridge. The principal didn't even call him Steven during graduation. I returned my expression to a neutral one as I faced his parents again.

"I won't be attending college for a few years," I told them as Steve came in. "My mother works in Indianapolis full time and I take care of my sister. I don't plan on letting her leave Hawkins High until she graduates. I'll be working until she's done."

"That's very nice of you," Steve's mother said, her hands clasping together. I could see in her eyes that she genuinely meant it.

I shrugged absentmindedly. "My mother moved us around a lot. I'd like the idea of my sister not having to change schools midway through high school like I did."

"What school did you go to before?"

I glanced at Steve. He indicated towards the backyard with his head and I nodded. I didn't like that he was leaving me alone with his parents, but we had to finish getting ready. I wasn't letting them throw our day off. I turned back to his parents as I started opening the chip bags. They both stood at the end of the island. His father had removed his jacket and tossed it onto the counter, his arms now crossed. Neither of them were going to help.

"We lived in Seattle before coming here. I've lived in eight states and gone to nine schools now."

I pulled out the metal bowls from under the counter. Mrs. Harrington seemed surprised I knew where it was. It dawned on me that I'd been inside their house more than they had in the last few months. I couldn't even remember the last time Steve told me his parents were home.

"You're a very travelled individual. Much more than Steven," his father said. "Where do you want to go to college?"

I cleared my throat. "I've changed my mind quite a few times over the years. Washington State would be nice, but so would any college in New York. It just depends on what the money situation is."

Through the sliding screen door, Steve swore after a short rush of water. I smiled to myself, grabbing a couple bowls.

"Excuse me," I said, walking out of the house. Honestly, it didn't matter if his parents had tried continuing the conversation. I wasn't giving them any semblance of control.

"Well now I know why she's with Steven if that's her situation," his father said, not even waiting until I was out of view. I wanted to drop the bowls and punch his father in the face. Steve didn't deserve parents like this.

Laughter bubbled out as I caught sight of Steve sitting on the ground, pants covered in water. I put the chips on their designated table before walking over to him. Steve looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Can I just fill the paint balloons? The kids can fill these up if they want."

I bent in half and kissed his head. "Yes, Steve. We'll just toss them in the pool." I ruffled his hair. "The kids I mean."

Steve chuckled. He grabbed my hand as I started walking away. He tugged on my fingers and I crouched beside him.

"I'm sorry my parents are here. They're leaving soon. They said they've got lunch at the country club with some friends and going to Indianapolis in the morning."

I ran my hands through his hair, pushing it back into its natural position. I tilted my head, smiling at him.

"You can stay with me while they're here if you want. Madison would love it, especially if you bring ice cream home."

The door slid open beside us, and through the corner of my eye, his father stepped out. Without warning, I leaned forwards and placed my lips against Steve's. I moved my hand through the rest of his hair, resting it on his jaw. Steve kissed back almost immediately, his hand tightening around mine. I moved my head away from Steve.

"You deserve the world, Steve Harrington," I whispered, standing up.

"Steven," his father said in a sharp tone. We both turned. "Your mother and I are getting changed then leaving. We will see you tonight."

His father disappeared without another word. I looked at Steve, raising my eyebrows. He shrugged and got back to the balloons.

"I'm going to grab your radio and cassettes, okay?" I said, walking backwards to the door. "And I have presents in my car that I want to grab."

Steve's head snapped up. "Were we supposed to get gifts?"

I smiled at his panic. "No, you didn't. I just bought two and then realized I couldn't leave everyone else without one."

Steve exhaled, relieved he hadn't messed up. I sent him a wink and walked inside the house. Heading for the front door, I grabbed my keys off its unofficial hook. All eight presents were wrapped and held in two fabric bags. I knew I needed to hide them in the kitchen because if the kids (and Steve) found out presents were for them, I wouldn't hear the end of it and the house would be destroyed much faster.

          Walking back into the house, I came face to face with Mr. Harrington. He stepped to the side, indicating for me to walk by. I gave him an awkward smile of thanks, going towards the back of the house.

"Oh, Jessica?"

I paused, turning on my heels. "Uh, it's Jess actually. Legally."

"Well, Jess then. I'd like to say you seem to be a good influence on Steven. It's what he needs if he's going to go anywhere since he barely scraped by graduating."

"Your son is very intelligent and a good human being," I said. "I'm very proud to be around him to see where he'll go."

Mr. Harrington slid a hand into his slack's pocket. "Steven needs to be pushed, much more than you think he does. Don't let whatever charm and cleverness he thinks he has fool you."

I bit down on my lower lip, considering my next words but Steve's father chose what direction they would go in.

"Don't let him get you pregnant without marriage and a prenup. He'll take whatever he can from you and suck your talents dry."

I took a deep breath. "Mr. Harrington, I wouldn't imagine insulting you in your own home. So." I put down the two bags I was holding and opened the front door.

I took a step over the threshold and turned back to the man. "Like I said before, Steve," I enunciated how he preferred his name being said. "Is a beautiful, good hearted, smart and kind human being. Whatever you twisted him into thinking he should be when he started high school isn't who he is anymore. Steve knows how to take care of the people he loves and he does it selflessly, which he obviously didn't learn from you. I have watched Steve help my sister do her homework for hours and through levels of frustration." Mrs. Harrington appeared from the base of the stairs. "My sister didn't give up because your son has patience and understanding. So no, Steve didn't do well in high school but he graduated and you should be proud of him for that. I know I am. And you know what? If Steve did knock me up, which he wouldn't because he's responsible, I would be thankful to spend at least eighteen more years attached to him. Somehow you raised a gentleman, and honestly I don't know how."

I released a huff of breath and stepped back into the house. "So that's what I have to say even though you probably didn't take any of it to heart." I walked past Steve's parents and picked up the present bags. "I hope you have a good lunch. It's supposed to be a beautiful day."

As I walked the rest of the way towards the kitchen, I was sure I'd throw up. I couldn't believe I said that to his parents. I'm surprised they didn't throw me out right there. I dropped the bags onto the island, planting my hands on the edge and took another deep breath. Holy shit.

The front door slammed shut and I sighed, turning to open the cupboard beside the fridge. I gasped, jumping at the unexpected person standing behind me silently. Steve leaned against the fridge door, hugging himself. His eyes met mine, and my heart broke at the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh, Steve," I whispered, wrapping my arm around his neck tugging him close. A soft sob rattled through him as his arms tightened around my waist. My hand ran through his hair, letting him feel his emotions freely. I didn't want to think about the last time his parents made him cry.

           A rumbling approached outside the house and I knew it was Jonathan's ancient car, likely with Nancy's right behind. I moved my hands up to hold his jaw to see his face. His hands adjusted to grip my hips. The tears disappeared when I wiped them away.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked in a quiet voice.

Steve nodded, sniffling. I ran my hands through his hair. It had become a comforting technique for both of us.

The back gate creaked open and a storm of voices entered the backyard. Time to get this party started.

"Will you go grab your radio and cassettes?"

He nodded again, his shoulders shuttering with a sigh too. He placed a kiss on my head before I walked out into the backyard. Seeing everyone outside, I waved and held up a finger. Standing at the back door, I watched Steve go up the stairs.

"Okay, hang it up," I whisper-yelled. Nancy and Jonathan ran over to the 'Happy Middle School Graduation!' sign I'd made for the kids. They attached a '& High School Graduation, Steve!' sign too. I made it yesterday and dropped it off at Nancy's. 

Madison ran a graduation cap and gown we'd bought second hand and decorated with gold glitter, over to me. I held the cap and she had the gown open. We stood on either side of the door, listening to Steve come down the hallway. He could see the kids standing in a clump, looking through the screen door. It wasn't natural, but I really couldn't expect subtly from fourteen year olds.

"What the hell are -" Steve asked, stepping through the doorway. I stuck the cap on his head and Madison did her best to toss the gown over his shoulders.

"Happy graduation!" we all cheered, throwing our hands in the air. Jonathan snapped a quick photo of a very surprised Steve Harrington. A grin formed on Steve's face, his eyes flickering around the backyard to the kids, Nancy and Jonathan, the new sign. I couldn't help giggling over his expression. I pressed my hands together in front of my mouth, trying to contain my grin. Steve looked down at me. The grin on his face tightened and his nose began to scrunch. Oh no. I knew what was coming. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Steve's arms wrapped around my shoulder, his head tucking into my neck. The heat of his breath intensified and I felt the tears. My own tears began to fill my eyes. I looked over Steve's shoulder. Nancy's hands were across her mouth, Jonathan's arm around her shoulders. El and Madison both looked like they were going to cry too. Dustin had a little smirk on his face.

"Do you want to go inside for a minute?" I whispered.

Steve shook his head, sniffling and wiping away the tears off his face with an uncomfortable chuckle. He adjusted the cap on his head, turning back to the kids.

"If any of you assholes ever bring this up, atomic wedgies for all of you," Steve said, pointing at the group. There wasn't much threat in his voice. The kids all began snickering, nodding their heads.

"And by the way, happy graduation!"

And with that, the party started. All of them took off their normal clothes to reveal bathing suits underneath. Nancy came inside with me, bringing the beers for the four oldest kids. As I hid the presents where I'd wanted them, I explained to her what happened with Steve's parents. She nodded.

"I've only met them once. I wish I'd had the courage to say something. He really doesn't deserve it and I'm proud of you," Nancy said, wrapping her arm over my shoulder with a short squeeze.

           Back outside, Steve had lost his graduation gown to El, now running around the backyard with her arms spread. Mike smiled after his girlfriend, laughing at her antics. The rest of the kids were in the pool, playing games that required a little supervision as to not end with someone drowning. Steve and Jonathan sat on the loungers, being that supervision but they were talking to each other, smiles on their faces. It was something I wouldn't have expected once upon a time.

Nancy and I sat on the chairs with them. Nancy handed the beer to Jonathan while I pretended to ignore Steve. He nudged me with his elbow. I mimicked the action, taking a drink of beer. He rolled his eyes in response.

We let the kids burn themselves out a little bit. I knew they were ready for the big activity I planned once Jonathan started taking pictures of Dustin and Lucas, asleep and drooling on the grass. I grabbed the stack of shirts from inside the house, telling them to all line up against the fence. Nancy helped me hand out the shirts. I'd called everyone's parents to get the right sizes, because teenage boys grow like weeds. I used fabric paint to write their names and 'graduate 1985' along the collars.

"Okay, everyone put on your shirts," I instructed. Steve took the paint filled balloons from inside the shed.

"So, the plan is the girls are going to stand with us and we're going to throw the balloons at you guys," I explained. "And then we'll switch. And finally, we'll all soak Steve." I looked at my friend, a grin on my face. His eyebrows raised, having no idea that I was including him.

And that's how it went. The girls had way too much fun, roping Nancy and I into throwing the paint balloons too. Poor Lucas's hair got significantly covered in paint, especially when Max ran over and smashed two balloons over his head when the boys had turned to get the backs of their shirts covered. Of course, that targeted Max once the girls lined up against the fence. The first throw from all four of the boys went directly at her. El looked shocked after her first hit, and I realized she'd never experienced water balloons before. Madison threw threats out freely at the boys the closer they got to her head with the paint. We couldn't help laughing at the dramatics of the girls' screams.

Finally, Steve stood in front of the firing squad. I made all the kids line up, one at a time to take a shot at Steve. However, I didn't tell them Steve would get a shot at them individually after. With visible excitement, Dustin insisted on being first which was a little scary. Steve's hands unconsciously placed themselves over his crotch. Dustin's hit went straight into the centre of Steve's chest, forcing out a 'omph'. Mike and Will both went next, and lucky for Steve, neither were very athletic. Max and Lucas were after and I swear Steve's face went three shades lighter. The throw that had us all on the ground laughing with tears down our faces, was El. The first balloon we gave her, it popped in her hand, scaring her a little. She got the hang of it and threw the next one. Much like her boyfriend, El wasn't athletic and the balloon hit Steve right in the nose. Jonathan was insistent on getting a picture.

I was laughing too hard with tears streaming down my face that I missed Steve sneaking up on me. Arms wrapped around me and a scream burst from my chest. I gasped and tried to fight away from Steve as he ran with me across the backyard.

"Steve!"

After a moment of free falling, I was enveloped by the water. Coming to the surface, I wiped the water away from my eyes. In front of me was a grinning Steve Harrington. I shook my head with a look of annoyance.

"You're ridiculous," I said, treading water. Steve got a look on his face that made me swim backwards towards the shallow end. He shouldn't be allowed to act on his thoughts in front of children. I didn't get very far though. Steve, the stupid lifeguard that he was, was in front of me again in a second. He lifted me up and I squealed.

"Steve, your shirt! You're going to ruin it!"

He sighed loudly, dropping me again. Steve peeled off the graduation shirt, along with the t-shirt he'd had on underneath. My heart clenched at Steve's refined torso. Like I said, stupid lifeguard. I smirked at him as he stepped forwards. Behind his head, I could see Dustin lead the other boys towards the pool with their own shirts discarded. As Steve placed his hands on my hips and began to lean his head down, the boys leapt into the pool with war calls. They grabbed Steve and yanked him into the deep end. I was grateful he hadn't been holding me too tightly or else I would've gone under too. Wanting to get out of the wet clothes, I got out of the pool. The girls and Jonathan were sitting on the loungers, whispering amongst themselves.

"I'm going to change," I told them.

"I'll come with you," Nancy said, placing a kiss on Jonathan's cheek.

"What's on your mind, Nance?" I asked, looking at my friend who'd been silent the entire walk through the house. Her gaze flickered to my face as I grabbed my bathing suit. 

"Steve likes you," she said. "And I'd really like to see you two together."

I weakly smiled at Nancy. "It's an interesting situation, but I'm glad to hear you want the best for him."

"I know you've both got a lot of things going on, but I think you two would be good."

I smiled at her again but didn't say anything before making my way upstairs. With my mind stuck on planning the party, I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes and there was a breeze outside.

I walked into Steve's bedroom, his scent wrapping around me. It was always cleaner than I expected. Changing, I realized I hadn't brought anything to wear over top my swim suit. His open closet caught my eye. My finger ran along his shirts and I picked a burgundy button down shirt. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and took a deep smell of the collar. I could lie in his bed and fall asleep. Hanging my wet clothes over the shower door, hoping they'd be dry by this evening.

Passing through the kitchen, I grabbed the presents. I couldn't wait any longer. Walking out to the backyard, Steve was still being tackled in the pool by Dustin. The others had ended their assault, sprawled across the concrete tiles and grass, stuffing their faces with junk food. Peeking at the pool, Steve was treading water and staring at me. His mouth was open a bit. My eyebrows twitched at his expression. I carried the bags over to the loungers, sitting beside El and Mike.

"Sorry Steve, I forgot extra clothes. I took this from your closet," I called to him.

"Yeah, yeah, cool. No problem," he stuttered out. Dustin grabbed Steve's head and the pair went under water again. I held boxes to El and Mike.

"I got you guys some graduation gifts," I said, before calling the others over. Will dropped himself beside me and I handed him a present that was bulkier than the rest.

"Try and open them one at a time," I barked. "I want to see your faces."

El was the first to get her gift unwrapped. She looked confused at the hard cover book in her hands.

I smirked. "It's a book on how to learn sign language. It's how people who can't hear communicate. I thought you'd enjoy learning it."

El's mouth opened with a smile as she flipped through the pages. From the centre of the book, a gift card fell out. It was for Starcourt Mall.

"I got one for you, Max, and Madison. I'll take you guys out to get some clothes for the summer."

El threw her arms around my waist. "Thank you."

I smirked, kissing her on the head. Mike was the next to rip his present open.

"Presents! Why didn't anyone tell me there were presents?" Dustin called, rushing out of the pool.

"You were trying to kill Steve, that's why," Madison answered, holding her present. It was kinda obvious that hers was something rolled up. Dustin ran up, covering all of us in water.

"Oh cool, new dice! And a notebook?"

We all started laughing at his excitement with a question mark at the end.

"It's a notebook designed to create a campaign. Eddie helped me find it," I explained.

"Holy crap, thanks!" Mike said, flipping through the pages.

"Can I go next?" Max asked. I nodded, grinning. They were being a lot more polite than I expected. She pulled a cardboard box out of the gift bag, Lucas looking over her shoulder.

"Oh my god, a repair kit. And new wheels? Jess, seriously? This is way too much."

"Shut up, Maxine. Just take it and say thank you," I told her, rolling my eyes. The redhead wrapped her arms around me before sitting back down.

"Basketball socks?" Lucas looked at the large pack I'd bought him with confusion.

"I know you were considering trying out for the team next year, so I thought you could use these. The guy said the company is backed by a couple of NBA players. Also, if you ever need rides to and from practices, let me know," I said. "Oh, and inside the socks are special customized dice too."

Lucas's mouth hung open, understanding the gift better. He smiled at me, bashfully. "Thanks."

"Is this for my hats?" Dustin asked loudly, holding up the metal contraption. I didn't even hand him the present, having taken it straight from the bags.

"Yeah, I figured you'd want a good way to hang them all and give you some extra space."

"And I got dice too!"

Steve took the box from Dustin, reading what it says inscribed on the inside.

"Henderson, did you even read this?" he asked the younger boy. Dustin took the box back from Steve. A smile grew on his face as he read the words I got on all 4 sets of dice I'd bought.

"Thanks Jess."

I smiled at the curly haired boy then down at Will beside me. Unlike his friends, he'd waited with utter patience. I nodded and Will took the tissue paper from his bag delicately. I looked up at Madison and nodded my head at her too. Might as well open them at the same time. I felt the seat shift behind me, Steve peering over my shoulder.

"An art kit?" Will looked at Jonathan first with wide eyes, then at me.

I shrugged. "This is what you'd need for grade nine art at Hawkins High."

Will leaned into my side. "Thanks."

I wrapped my arm around him. "You're welcome sweetie."

Jonathan smiled, mouthing 'thank you'. The kit was expensive and Nancy had shared that Jonathan was worried they wouldn't be able to afford the good brands that everyone else would get.

"Oh sick! Thanks Jess."

Not turning it since all the other kids ran around her to see, Madison was holding a map of the USA. Everywhere we'd live was marked, almost like a flight route. Where Hawkins was, there was a graduation cap. I smiled at her when she looked over the map.

"I promised you, no more moving," I said. "And I meant it."

Steve's head rested against the back of my shoulder, and the scent of his shampoo wafted over me mixed with chlorine. I turned slightly, my mouth brushing against his hair.

"I have one for you too."

"You do?" he asked, sitting up. He looked like a child. I nodded, pulling out the last little bag. I held it out to him, but as Steve went to reach for it, I pulled it back.

"Look, don't freak out or think you have to get me anything next year, okay?"

Steve nodded slowly and I gave it to him. Ignoring the babble of the kids, Steve took out the smaller of the two presents. Cracking open the box, Steve's eyes widened and mouth fell a little.

"Jess, holy crap."

"I know you've been wanting a fresh start in some aspects and I thought a new watch would help."

He took the accessory out of its case. The band was black leather with a wide face. I thought it was stylish. Not completely different from the one he wore, but it was more mature.

"What's on the back?" Will asked. I didn't realize he was paying attention to the exchange. Steve turned the watch over. He silently mouthed the words. 'S, Your life is better than high school. Xx - J '. Steve's lips pushed together and his mouth set off to the side. He looked like he might cry again which was a little satisfying but I did feel bad since he'd probably never cried this much in his life.

"What else is in the bag?"

I turned and saw that everyone was watching. I suddenly was overwhelmed by a warmth of discomfort. Steve began pulling out the larger present, his eyebrows scrunching.

"Dummies Guide to Nerds," Steve read the title.

Max started laughing next to me. "Is that why you took Eddie with you to Indianapolis?"

I nodded, chuckling. "Yeah, that and for his special place to get the dice." Steve looked a little offended. "I'm sorry, I thought it was perfect. Now you can understand what the hell Dustin talks about."

Steve put the book down gently with disinterest, but looked back at the watch. A smile grew on his face.

"It's perfect," Steve said, looking up at me. "Thank you."

I grinned at him. Steve placed his hand on my face and rested his lips against the other cheek. My face heated up at the intimate action. I dropped my head against Steve's shoulder to hide the obvious blushing, watching the kids start sharing their presents.

"I hope Eddie didn't touch my present. I'm going to have to burn it all."

I rolled my eyes. "You're fine, Steve. Be careful, you're turning green. It's not a good look."

Steve's body shook underneath me, laughing.

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I'll Ruin You | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary:  Vecna has been put down, at least for now, but the cost was a little too much for Eddie to take. Then, in the middle of the night, he sees you again- or at the very least, he sees something that has your face. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] 

♥ Warnings:  Hard left into horror, broken bones, the fake reader continues to be a very mean person

♥ Word count:  1,816.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

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Silence fell amongst the party as they gathered on Steve’s patio. The enraged screams coming from the pool were slowly replaced with vile insults hurled mostly in Eddie’s direction. In a bitter twist of fate, the insults sounded human. Unlike the screams, they sounded like you. Eddie couldn’t help but wince a little bit with each one.

“We- we should probably pull them out of there, right?” asked Lucas.

“No, no, no, there is no ‘we’ in this scenario Sinclair.  I will pull them out, you guys get ready to tie them up.”

“Always the hero,” Robin rolled her eyes at Steve’s antics, but she did exactly as she said, walking back into the living room to fetch one of the many ropes and cords the party had collected for this general purpose.

“Be careful, man,” Dustin cautioned as Steve pulled off his shirt, “They seem a little feral…” the kid paused, looking at Eddie, his expression slightly pained. The kid’s warning was genuine, but he didn’t want to hurt his friend by bringing attention to the fact that your condition.

Eddie said nothing. His expression was entirely blank, and it remained that way as Steve pulled your writhing form from the water.  

You were not so silent.

“You pathetic, trailer trash, piece of shit!” you struggled in Steve’s grasp, directing your venom at Eddie, “I was sent here to help!  I was sent here to end your suffering! But now I-”

“Wait, wait-” Dustin stepped in front of Eddie, cutting off the screams of the false you, “What do you mean you were sent here to help?”

“Aw, one of the child geniuses,” you cooed, voice laced with a poisonous rage, “You see, my little ignorant friend, I might’ve told you if this useless wretch had been a little kinder to the body he claims to care for.”

You struggled harder to accentuate your words, attempting to bite Robin as she tied your arms behind you.

“Shit. What the hell do we do now?” Mike asked, placing his hands on his hips.

“I don’t know- I guess we’ll have to-” Will tried to answer, but he found himself cut off by the chill going down his spine. From her place at Eddie’s side, Max bristled. Eleven’s eyes went wide.

Suddenly, your body went entirely limp. Steve shouted wordlessly as the unexpected weight nearly pulled him to the floor. You had no response. You were silent now, eerily so. Blood dripped from your face to the concrete as your ever-present nosebleed continued on. For a few sharp seconds, no one knew what to do.

Then, your shoulders began to shake. For a moment, it looked like the false you was crying but that wasn’t it- the entity before them was laughing.  The cruel sound echoed across the backyard, wicked and awful, and filled with the worst kind of joy.

Just as the party began to shift uncomfortably, you raised your head, sighed, and spoke, “You’re going to let me go now.”

“Yeah, like shit we are.”

You ignored the response, continuing to laugh as Steve started to move you toward the house. He didn’t get far. As you passed Eddie, your head turned, and your cackling was cut off as you grinned at him with far too many teeth for a person to have.

Then, your wrist snapped.

The sound of your bones shattering rang through the night. Your laughter was cut off with a sharp gasp. When the party looked, they saw that your wrist, still bound with rope and cord, was bent entirely the wrong way.  

Just as the horror of the situation began to set in, a scream tore itself from your throat. Another snapping sound came from your leg. A bit of white bone protruded from your skin. You dropped to the ground like a stone.

“Shit, shit!  What is this? What’s going on?!” Eddie yelled as he ran forward, stopping to kneel in front of you.

His questions were met with another wide smile. The false you continued to laugh, though it groaned as another sickening popping sound came from your ankle.   

“You love this body, right?” it asked, voice filled with both pain and amusement, “You love the person who inhabits it?”

Eddie didn’t answer. The entity didn’t wait for him.  

“Then know that he’s hurting them. Know that the longer you keep me here, the more they will suffer. If you have any love for this useless fuck, you’re going to do what I told you. You’re going to let me go.”

Another bone snapped, and Eddie pulled back harshly. The entity laughed again as it felt the party begin to back off- as they began to do as the false you had asked them.

“You almost had me, I’ll give you that- but you forgot one thing.  As long as I look like them, as long as I’m connected to them, you won’t hurt me. You can’t hurt me.”

The ropes and cords that restrained you began to break as you rose to your feet. Your stance was a bit awkward given your broken limbs, but you still managed to appear as an imposing figure.  

You didn’t notice Eddie pushing Dustin toward the house.

“Now,” you growled as your bones snapped in and out of place, “You’re going to listen to me, and I. Am going. To help. That cute little friend of yours is still alive and breathing- and they aren’t the only one.”

You stepped forward, though it looked like the movement pained you, “See, when you locked him downstairs, that sweet little thing of yours got locked down there too. And, well… he needed to take his anger out on something.”

Steve moved forward, fists clenched and rage in his eyes. Robin held him back, making sure he wouldn’t do something that he’d regret. Eddie’s gaze darted between you and the glass door to the Harrington house. There was no sign of Dustin.

“H-how?” Eddie asked, trying to focus on you, “How are they alive?”

“Does it really matter? They’re alive. They’re breathing. That means,” within seconds, the false you was standing in front of Eddie, blocking his view, invading his space, “You can save them.”

Eddie paused. His lips parted, and his bright brown eyes filled with emotion. Hope, dangerous, poisonous hope filled his mind again, if only for a brief moment.  

The glass door to the Harrington house opened. Something cold met Eddie’s hand. His fingers wrapped around metal. You took no notice.

“Open a gate,” you spoke again, voice low, “Save them, Eddie.  Let us out.”

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but then, in an instant, your lips were on his.

Eddie had imagined this. He’d thought of what it would be like to kiss you again, to feel your lips on his just one more time. He’d imagined how soft you’d be, how warm your skin would feel. But your skin was cold, and the lips against his weren’t yours. Bile rose in his throat.

You pulled away as quickly as you’d leaned in, but Eddie was quicker. In less than a second, he was behind you, and a pair of handcuffs were locked around your wrists.  

“Oh,” you exclaimed, clearly taken by surprise, “Fuck.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Dustin’s fist collided with your face. You were out cold. Once more, your knees buckled and your body went limp.

“Jesus, Dustin!” Eddie exclaimed, managing to catch you and hold you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Hey, you can throw a better punch than Steve!”

“That’s not fair, Mike.”

“Yeah, watch it, Wheeler. I’ll have you know I’ve knocked out several Russians.”

“That’s not relevant right now,” Robin said, shaking her hands in the air, “We have to figure out what to do, what- what do we do with this?”

“We take them inside” Nancy stepped forward, as always, “We’ll tie them up, and then we’ll come up with a new plan.” From her words alone, the party could tell that Nancy was already on that step. They decided, collectively, that it would be best to follow her lead.

Steve took your body from Eddie as the group headed into the house, giving him an awkward pat on the shoulder as he walked away. He watched as his friends left, one by one walking into the house, walking after Nancy, Steve, and you. It wasn’t long until Eddie was standing on the patio alone.

He could still feel your lips on his.

His body moved separately from his mind. He watched himself, as if from a third person’s perspective, as he stepped towards the now still water of the pool. Your blood had dissipated leaving nothing but a cool blue behind. It was as if nothing had happened. Eddie couldn’t stand that.

Frustration built within his bones as he gazed at his reflection, distorted on the water’s surface. The first time he lost you, the world had moved on too quickly. Now, it had paused again, only to reveal that he hadn’t lost you- he’d abandoned you. He left you behind to face something worse than death. Now, you were trapped in an alternate dimension with a teen-killing psychopath. You were alone, facing god knows what horrors, suffering immensely, and having your body replicated in a terrible facsimile of you. You were in danger, you were hurt, and Eddie didn’t know how to stop it without getting several people killed.  

He just wanted to talk to you.

In a silent display of rage, he took the little cardboard box from his pocket and threw it into the water. If the false you wanted cigarettes, it could jump back into the pool and get them. He watched as the tiny cardboard box floated away. He didn’t stay to watch it sink. Instead, he turned, and finally followed the rest of the party into Steve’s house.

As Eddie stepped through the glass door, he made a silent promise to himself. No matter what it took, no matter the cost he would not lose you again.

Maybe it was for the best, then, that he left when he did.

Because as Eddie slammed the glass door shut, something strange happened at the bottom of Steve’s pool. The tile floor began to pull back, opening and shifting as something vast and dark stretched itself out into the world. The water darkened, turning black as the carton of cigarettes sunk down, deeper and deeper until it disappeared from sight. Once again, the pool was a clear blue, as if nothing had happened.

As for the cigarette carton, it sank deeper until it had no choice but to fall, spinning through heavy, particle-filled air. It landed with a wet smack on a patch of vine-covered concrete.  

Somewhere in the Upside Down, a broken hand reached out to grab it.

♥ A/N: well, the a/n is coming at the end of the fic, that's new. anyway, i wrote this like, last week, and iiiiii forgot how spooky scary i tried to get with it, so that was fun to look back on while editing kjsdhfjdfsh. also, fun fact, the word "cigarette" appears in this fic 21 times. wild!

♥ Tags: @eddie-swhore @bratckerman @1paire2vans @dang-shawty-okay @munson-enthusiast @taintedcigs @sadbitchfangirl @lokis-imaginary-wife

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Wolfpire introduction/timeline:

Introduction:

Uhhhhh idk how to introduce things i barely got a C in english but the idea behind wolfpire is like a dark fantasy au of community. the big changes are:

This all takes place in and around Aberystwyth(A-buh-rist-wuth),wales because I'm welsh and also america perplexes me.

Troy is now a werewolf,he lives in his family's pack (it's like a small village in the countryside) after his mom died he was made the leader against his will by his dad since he wanted Troy to grow up faster and become more responsible. Oh and troys ftm now because ik him better then harmon.(also ill be referring to younger troy as troy i wont be giving him a deadname or anything like that because i think thats kinda weird tbh)

Abed is a half vampire, his mom is a human and his dad is a vampire,his mom left (i've said before that she died but i’m changing that) due to similar reasons in the show, abed was always alone since he was home-schooled (as a protective measure), and since he couldn't go to the movies (overstimulation makes it impossible to hide his vampiric side) abed reads screenplays and re-enacts/draws scenes he thinks would be cool. also Since he didn't go to Greendale he instead works at his dads cafe which doubles as a normal cafe but also has a V.I.P area for any other monsters in town who need a place to go and don't need to hide themselves.

Annie wasn't able to go to rehab due to her parents, she's constantly tired from all nighters she has to pull for her straight A+’s (or else her parents will kick her out) it doesn't help that she doesn't have a study group to help her.

Other characters pending….

Greendale community college is now ‘greendale paranormal investigators’ a (not so successful) agency that investigates,documents and “takes care of” any paranormal/supernatural activity, it also has a trainee/apprenticeship program.

My best attempt at a timeline of events(this'll be short for now because i don't have too many events “planned” in my head):

Troy and abed first met when they're younger like 5-7, Abed was in his backyard re-enacting a scene from a screenplay with some pebble/rock statues he made, when troy who got lost on a field trip with his family and found abed playing in his backyard and got excited to see another kid his age so he jumped into his backyard and thats when they first met, they talked for hours and hours troy was happy to finally have a person who didn't judge or criticize him and abed was happy to have someone to talk to who wasn't “too busy” to listen to him. I also feel like abed did that speech thing with jeff in ep1 but with troy.

Periodically when he can troy would sneak away and visit abed at least once a week after a while abed starts baking snacks he thinks troy will like, introducing him to Gobi who was worried for troy but also happy that his son had someone to talk and specificity looking for screenplays he knows troy will like so they can re-enact them together. After about 5-6months of this happening though abed notices that troys coming less and less and eventually he stops coming at all… Yeah thats kinda it  😅 i don't actually have much of any other ideas bouncing strong enough around my head sadly :(  if you cant tell already this is still a very massive work in progress.

Where the idea came from:

basically back in October i got a an idea after watching Danny in dywtsadb and wanted to relate that to community so i made abed a vampire (instead of a cannibal but i mean those are basically the same anyway) and i also wanted troy to be a sexy monster but i didn't want him to also be a vamp and the next thing my brain thought of was a werewolf, i feel like that tells you a lot about who i am as a person. link to google doc with all this

[dark-breakers]

Shattered Star: Chapter 4

"Thank you again for allowing me to stay here, Ms. Sunshine!" Sundrop said as he helped wash the dirty dishes.

"You're welcome, dear. And please, just call me Sunshine!" Sunshine replied with a laugh.

Sunshine was wearing a long sleeved pink dress with a knee-length skirt, a pair of pink knee-length boots, a pair of pink gloves, a pair of pink teardrop earrings, and a gold wedding band on her left ring finger.

"Though, I have to say... It did surprise me when I first saw you," Sunshine said. "I didn't think there were any other animatronics left."

"You mean I'm the only other one you've seen?" Sundrop asked.

"Well, besides my husband and daughter, yes," Sunshine replied as she dried the last of the dishes and put them in the cupboard.

"Ask her why," Starlight said as she materialized beside Sundrop.

'I can't talk to her in front of Sunshine...' Sundrop thought as he rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to. We can telepathically communicate with one another," Starlight said as she smiled.

'Why didn't you say that before when Marle was at the door?' Sundrop telepathized.

"The kid just showed up!" Starlight replied as she put her hands on her hips and puffed her cheeks.

'Alright, calm down. I'll ask her.' Sundrop telepathized.

"Are there any other animatronics left?" Sundrop asked as Sunshine cleaned the counter.

"Afraid not. My mother's company ended up shutting down after Midnight and I got married and created Zaniah. Poor thing was heartbroken," Sunshine replied with a sad look in her eyes.

"So that means the Pizzaplex and Vanny would have never been created," Starlight said after she had stopped pouting.

'How do YOU know about Vanny?' Sundrop telepathized with a look of fear.

"My sisters and I heard about it from Father," Starlight replied.

Before Sundrop could ask more, a male voice that was not Otis's was heard.

"Guess who's home!"

Sunshine's face no longer held sadness as she left the kitchen and entered the main room with Sundrop and Starlight trailing behind her.

"Hey, Mr. Midnight! Did you get any big ones?" A little boy with short auburn hair, fair skin, and blue eyes who wore a light yellow t-shirt, a pair of brown shorts, a pair of black socks, and a pair of white and yellow sneakers, asked as he hanged off of Midnight's arm.

Midnight, wore a gray button-up shirt, a maroon red jacket, a pair of maroon jeans, a pair of gray shoes, a maroon red tie, and a gray fedora with a maroon red ribbon tied around it, replied with, "Of course, Desmond! You know I always bring in the big ones for you little guys and little ladies."

With a laugh he put Desmond on the ground and rubbed his hands together. "Now, where are Dustin, Marle, Whitney, and Kathleen?"

"Hi, Mr. Midnight!" Marle said as she embraced Midnight's right leg. "Zanny's playing with everybody in the backyard!"

"Good to see that my Shooting Star's being an actual kid for once," Midnight said as he patted Marle's head.

He looked up and locked eyes with Sundrop.

Sundrop's body stiffened up and automatically had his arms at his sides.

Midnight motioned for Marle to go play with the other kids and Marle complied.

She waved goodbye to the animatronics as she dragged Desmond with her to the backyard.

Midnight walked up to Sundrop and said, "So... You're the robot that Marle found yesterday..."

Sundrop nodded his head quickly and said, "Yes."

Midnight gave Sundrop a stern look but then relaxed and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Relax! I'm not a drill sergeant. Just a fellow orphan keeper and a waterfowl hunter," Midnight said with a laugh.

Sundrop's body relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm really sorry. Back where I used to live, I had worked with some... "rude"... humans," Sundrop said.

"I see... Well, you don't have to worry about those kinds of people here," Midnight said while he turned to Sunshine and kissed her on the cheek.

"How's the Light of my Life doing this morning?" Midnight asked with a flirtatious tone.

"Good. Otis came by this morning to help our guest here but went on home," Sunshine replied with a smile.

"Are his folks still fighting?" Midnight asked as he rubbed his right arm.

"Afraid so... Poor thing's been thinking about moving out," Sunshine replied as her expression changed to sadness.

Starlight suddenly looked frightened as she held her head with both of her hands.

'Starlight? What's wrong?' Sundrop telepathized with a look of concern.

"I-I'm fine..." Starlight stuttered as she seemingly managed to calm herself down.

'A-Alright...' Sundrop telepathized, still worried but accepted her answer.

"E-Excuse me... You said you were a "waterfowl" hunter. What does that mean?" Sundrop asked, trying to change the subject to something more positive.

"Oh, right! I basically hunt wild ducks and sell them. You'd be surprised how much they go for. I was actually going to my buyer after I hit up the diner," Midnight explained.

"Honey... You know I don't like it when you eat that greasy food!" Sunshine pouted as she put her hands on her hips.

"I know... Don't worry, I'll definitely be around for dinner tonight," Midnight said as he playfully rolled his eyes.

He turned to Sundrop and asked, "You want to ride along? You probably haven't eaten anything yet and I'm sure you don't want to be cooped up in here all day."

"That is a good idea, actually," Starlight remarked.

'Really?' Sundrop telepathized.

"Yeah. Besides, I have been sensing one of the Star Shards not too far from here. This could be a good chance to scout without suspicion," Starlight replied.

"Sure. Why not?" Sundrop said.

"Oh! That reminds me!" Sunshine suddenly said as she ran to what appeared to be a backroom.

A few minutes later she came back with what appeared to be a yellow and red backpack.

"Here. Your clothes, now cleaned and patched up," she said as she gave the backpack to Sundrop.

"T-Thank you..." Sundrop said, feeling artificial tears begin to prick his eyes.

Sundrop then realized something.

Sunshine was a prime example of the old him that used to care about everyone despite the negative feedback he would always get.

Sundrop blinked the tears away as he put the backpack on.

"Are you going to want these back?" Sundrop asked as he gestured to his current outfit.

"No. I was planning on getting rid of those anyway, so you can have them," Midnight replied.

"Alright..." Sundrop said.

"Come on! The sooner we get going, the sooner we can get the job done!" Midnight said as he motioned for Sundrop to follow him outside, with Starlight going back inside her Shard.

[ryanreviews]

a review on houseplants

my grandfather is an ex-gangster, a big bear of a man. i’ve only known him with white hair and usually a gotee with sharp blue watery eyes. it’s hard to believe he’s the father of my mother. back in the 80s and 90s, he was roaming the streets from tacoma to seattle, with a mullet, and no fear of god nor the cops.

he’d plastered his initials “M.W” with spray paint. he’d be charged with DUIs and assaults (i only know after discovering a site that gives public access to court records). he was one mean motherfucker.

i don’t know when he got into house plants. ever since i was a child visiting his three room 1 floor house, it was filled to the brim with plants. he had a pothos growing across the ceiling, pots lining the windowsill. he had a green thumb and reeked of cigarette smoke.

for some reason he made me nervous as a kid, maybe because he was so big and loud, maybe because i was wrangled by anxiety. he was a rule breaker, and i was autistic. but i got to live.

i dont think i fully understood him til 2021, when i was downstairs in our new basement. it was my birthday, turning 16, still in a partial hospitalization program. i had washed out pink and blue hair, and massive bags under my eyes, i barely look human in the pictures. i confessed i had been assaulted by my first love, who had died earlier that year. he scoffed, shook his head.

i’d never seen him react like that, overwhelmed i guessed, not sure how to handle himself. i’m not sure what happened next, i know he threatened him, which i found funny.

my gpa (that’s what i’ve always called him, too many grandpas) and i became as thick as thieves in the next few years. only through text since he’s about 2 hours away, and for some reason i still don’t have the guts to visit people. we text all the time, he’s funny, but breaks open about how he feels abandoned from our family. can’t really blame him, me too, i usually respond. before he goes and talks about how great his weed is growing that he illegally sells out of his backyard.

i send him photos of the plants i spend 100s of dollars on, he always says when i come down i should take some of his, maybe they’re a burden to him, more likely he wants to see me.

i’m graduating in 5 weeks, he says he doesn’t have enough money to buy something big. i know he doesn’t, i didn’t expect him too anyways. he says that a “bad-ass” plant will have to do. i agree, but forget to respond.

houseplants 3/5 stars

i can never seem to make enough room for more, and i can never be consistent in there care. either i forget about them completely, or become so hyperfixated on them i strangle myself with anxiety.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 2 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Look at you runt, I see you haven't spilled anything yet," Bradley teased, messing with the collar of the shirt under my sweater.

I swatted him hands away, my smile falling.

Bradley is an asshole.

That's the simple word for the manipulative, spoiled, jackass who is sadly Jasper's best friend.

Not that I know why.

The earliest memory I have of him is when he chased me with a bucket of mud and threw it at me until I was covered.

I had to go home in tears and explain to my mom what happened while she sprayed me down with the hose.

"Come on, leave the kid alone," Jasper said with a light laugh.

Bradley flicked my nose before following my future Mate into the house.

I pouted and looked around at everyone who ignored my existence.

Seeing as no seat was available, I sat down on the stairs leading to the backyard and watched the pups play.

The only time I'd got to play like that was after begging Calvin to play with me and that was only in the privacy of our own back yard.

There was no point in trying to talk to anyone again so I sat there until it was announced that the food was ready.

The pack is too big for everyone to fit in one room, so the food is served buffet style.

Everyone was rushing to get to the food and that's when the inevitable happed.

A pup ran past me, bumping into my leg and sending me crashing into a table.

I felt little pieces of glass cut into my side when I rolled to get up, accidentally rolling into the glass from a broken picture frame.

Luckily with the food waiting, no one stuck around to laugh at me.

"Clean that up," someone snapped and I picked myself up to go get a broom.

By the time I cleaned everything up, everyone already had a plate and was sitting around in various rooms with friends and family.

Mom was in the dinning room where the large table had been removed for the long tables holding all the food, she was huffing at a female about the stuffing.

Her eyes flicked to me but most of her attention was on the stuffing.

When the female took the platter back to the kitchen, mom turned to me and she groaned.

"Really, Torin?" she huffed.

"Go get the car keys from your father, I put extra clothes in the trunk for you."

I looked down at myself and finally noticed the dark spot on the side of my sweater.

Blood had seeped through and I hadn't even noticed.

Dad was with the uncles guzzling down a beer when I found him, clearly trying to finish it before mom came back.

He handed me the keys while shaking his head disapprovingly but I was use to that from him... well from everyone.

Mom hadn't just put one extra change of clothes in the trunk but three.

For some reason it made me sad.

Maybe it's because I know no one really expects much from me.

Unless it's to make a mess or break something.

I'll eventually belong nowhere in the pack, not even accepted by the Omegas.

Maybe I shouldn't be so eager for my birthday.

If the Alpha decides to kick me out, I'll have no choice but to live with the humans because no other pack will accept me.

I'm in no way beneficial.

I'm not strong, I'm not all that smart, average at best.

I can't clean without making a bigger mess and I can't cook in front of anyone unless they want me to start a fire.

Is there anything I am good at?

Pulling up my shirts to see the cuts on my side were still bleeding, meaning glass was still in them, I groaned.

Of course this couldn't just be an easy shirt swap.

I had just pulled off my sweater and button up when the loud roar of an engine made me look up.

Cars weren't really my thing but I had seen some of the shows dad watches and the sleek black muscle car was definitely one of the old ones people collect.

I held my shirt in front of my chest as it slowed down, coming to a stop beside me.

[wolfpiretrobed]

Introduction: (if youve seen this already its becuase im moving blogs)

Uhhhhh idk how to introduce things i barely got a C in english but the idea behind wolfpire is like a dark fantasy au of community. the big changes are:

This all takes place in and around Aberystwyth(A-buh-rist-wuth),wales because I'm welsh and also america perplexes me.

Troy is now a werewolf,he lives in his family's pack (it's like a small village in the countryside) after his mom died he was made the leader against his will by his dad since he wanted Troy to grow up faster and become more responsible. Oh and troys ftm now because ik him better then harmon.(also ill be referring to younger troy as troy i wont be giving him a deadname or anything like that because i think thats kinda weird tbh)

Abed is a half vampire, his mom is a human and his dad is a vampire,his mom left (i've said before that she died but i’m changing that) due to similar reasons in the show, abed was always alone since he was home-schooled (as a protective measure), and since he couldn't go to the movies (overstimulation makes it impossible to hide his vampiric side) abed reads screenplays and re-enacts/draws scenes he thinks would be cool. also Since he didn't go to Greendale he instead works at his dads cafe which doubles as a normal cafe but also has a V.I.P area for any other monsters in town who need a place to go and don't need to hide themselves.

Annie wasn't able to go to rehab due to her parents, she's constantly tired from all nighters she has to pull for her straight A+’s (or else her parents will kick her out) it doesn't help that she doesn't have a study group to help her.

Other characters pending….

Greendale community college is now ‘greendale paranormal investigators’ a (not so successful) agency that investigates,documents and “takes care of” any paranormal/supernatural activity, it also has a trainee/apprenticeship program.

My best attempt at a timeline of events(this'll be short for now because i don't have too many events “planned” in my head):

Troy and abed first met when they're younger like 5-7, Abed was in his backyard re-enacting a scene from a screenplay with some pebble/rock statues he made, when troy who got lost on a field trip with his family and found abed playing in his backyard and got excited to see another kid his age so he jumped into his backyard and thats when they first met, they talked for hours and hours troy was happy to finally have a person who didn't judge or criticize him and abed was happy to have someone to talk to who wasn't “too busy” to listen to him. I also feel like abed did that speech thing with jeff in ep1 but with troy.

Periodically when he can troy would sneak away and visit abed at least once a week after a while abed starts baking snacks he thinks troy will like, introducing him to Gobi who was worried for troy but also happy that his son had someone to talk and specificity looking for screenplays he knows troy will like so they can re-enact them together. After about 5-6months of this happening though abed notices that troys coming less and less and eventually he stops coming at all… Yeah thats kinda it  😅 i don't actually have much of any other ideas bouncing strong enough around my head sadly :(  if you cant tell already this is still a very massive work in progress.

Where the idea came from:

basically back in October i got a an idea after watching Danny in dywtsadb and wanted to relate that to community so i made abed a vampire (instead of a cannibal but i mean those are basically the same anyway) and i also wanted troy to be a sexy monster but i didn't want him to also be a vamp and the next thing my brain thought of was a werewolf, i feel like that tells you a lot about who i am as a person.

link to google doc with all this

[arthrfrts]

Anotações: solidão, comunidade, internet como uma vizinhança

Devin Kelly:

What happens if what you once used to make sense of things no longer helps you make sense of things? What happens if the patterns and habits and metaphors we lean on do not serve us in the moments we need them? What happens if the stories we tell ourselves about our lives leave us lonely, wrestling with meaning? What then?

Craig Mod:

Well, I’ve been thinking about it my whole life. It’s difficult to remember a time where I didn’t feel alone or apart or “on my own.”

Aloneness sucks. It’s insidious and becomes habitual. It’s rapacious. It saps the spirit. It twists a peaceful dude all truculent and paranoid. It renders decision making oddly cumbersome. It’s more difficult to feel elevated as a human when swaddled in aloneness. Self-worth plummets as aloneness rises.

Aloneness is not just individual, of course. Entire communities can and do feel abandoned, alone, cut off from the world.

I was shocked by how easy it was for me to do this, to “do therapy.” Like I had been waiting my entire life for a patient, true listener. And here he was, a floating head on a screen.

I’ve found that the honesty I embody (“perform”) during those therapy sessions has spilled into the day to day. Honesty imbricated, a suit of honest. The proof is in life itself: I’ve had more emotionally resonant experiences of non-aloneness in the last five years than my entire life prior.

That’s the real joy of subverting aloneness — luxuriating in solitude. A wholly different, generative beast, apart from aloneness. Solitude is where you cash in on your non-aloneness savings. Retreating into solitude for the day in your backyard shed with no internet connection and a nice keyboard and laptop is one of the greatest feelings in the world, but only because you know you’re emerging at the end of it into a hug, a goofy animal bounding with nincompoop love, a curious kid, cooking dinner — something, anything, that will passively envelop you in non-aloneness, that will make you feel valuable.

I suspect I’ll be battling aloneness and depression for the rest of my life. But today, at 43, I’ve cobbled together my outré toolkit. And tomorrow today, when TOKIO TŌKYŌ TOKYO³ kicks off (the walking starts tomorrow, but the meditations on the walk begin tonight) I’ll be activating one of my most potent tools: days of walking strung together, using the body up, looking closely at the world, photographing, taking notes, greeting people with alacrity like some village idiot, thinking about what was, what is, and what could be in this strange, fleeting, often painful — but just as often breathtaking — world of ours.

Spencer Chang:

I like newsletters that feel more like dispatches than editorialized posts.

The world manages to find a way to strike you with the most indescribable beauty when you need it most.

How do we make websites feel more like embodied objects? What does a website that can become well-worn or passed down feel like? How does a website become a living gathering space, one that evolves with the activity of its participants?

Spencer Chang e Kristoffer Tjalve:

we think, that our “internet” comprises the same 10 apps, some flooded with ads and spyware, others with people yelling about everything and nothing. We accept that the only way to get anything useful out of the internet is by trading our privacy for accounts and our self-expression for conformity. Everything is always somehow broken and when social spaces die, we believe that it is how it has always been and that nothing will ever be different.

The Internet is so much vaster than a single worldview. It is a sprawling galaxy of archipelagos, filled with more humanity and personal gestures than any man-made archive.