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80s4life · 3 years ago

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Little Dove*

Word Count: 3,949

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Had a thought lol

Fandom: Karate Kid 1985

Relationship: John Kreese x Student!Female Reader

Summary: You had stayed around throughout all of his bullshit. Throughout the beginning of a forever-long battle with Daniel LaRusso, throughout losing all of his Cobra Kais, going through crippling debt, and now, more than ever, as he tries to put himself together. You’ve been there, the whole time. So why is it, that when a random man from his past appears, all of his problems are fixed without a glance your way? What does this Terry Silver have that you don’t (besides endless money and a history)? It’s unfair. It’s selfish. It’s Kreese.

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary

Warnings: smut, teasing, jealousy, age-gap paring, language, Terry being an overprotective cockblock, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dubcon, daddy/little girl kink, degrading kink

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{not my gif, credits belong to @atmostories}

I just love how innocent he looks here lol ^

Staring into the window of his office, you make no attempt in engaging in the conversation your peers were having, the people on the other side of the glass proving to be more interesting at the moment. Besides, it’s the same conversation over and over again, “Terry’s so great,” “The money,” “The brawn,” “The elegance,” you snort. All that Terry was anyway was trouble with enough money to pay off his stupidity.

The other man, however, was different. He did not become as fortunate as his younger companion. He went through many hardships that Terry would simply never understand. The proof: you. You had been there, through thick and thin. You can still remember the fights, injuries, and brokenness of a man like a slideshow constantly playing in your head, haunting your dreams. You should’ve left a long time ago, but you didn’t. There were points in your life that made you consider dropping him and everything he was in contact with at one point. But, yet again, you never did. All you did was forgive and forget, most of the time without apologies.

But no matter how much you’ve tried, there was always one outlier that couldn’t be erased.

Holding onto your brothers shoulder, you congratulate him on how well he’d done. He lost the tournament, but it was his heart that shined through it. Johnny was the one who handed LaRusso his trophy even as they were beating each other senseless moments ago. Pulling him in tightly, you whisper, “You did good, Blondie. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

He smiles broadly at this, returning the favor, “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Tiny. Hell, maybe next year, you’ll be the one to beat his ass for me... That, or you’ll be the same height as him,” he ruffles your hair.

“Shut up!” you swat his hands playfully, shouldering his side, then making your way over to the man of the hour. “Congratulations,” you outstretch your hand, “You were tough to beat! I’ll get ya one day though!” you point to him smiling as Johnny pulls you out of the arena with him.

“Thanks...Oh, and I’ll hold you to it!” he yells back, lifting his trophy high above his head. You leave with a sly smirk and playful roll of the eyes, not bad LaRusso.

Walking outside, you smile at Kreese nervously, knowing that he wasn’t going to take the loss lightly. Ignoring you completely, he snatches your brother from your grasp within moments, pinning him the the nearest car in the parking lot. With Johnny under the weight of Kreese, you try to yank him off, no longer in fear of your actions but what could happen if you don’t act fast. Shoving you out of the way with a hard jab of his elbow to your eye, Kreese goes back to harming your brother, switching positions as he goes to tighten his arm around Johnny’s neck.

Tommy, fearing for his life, stands still, on the verge of passing out. Dutch goes to help you up, pulling you away from Kreese’s proximity, but not for long. Full of anger and disappointment, you tear you body away from Dutch’s, giving him a stern look that he acknowledges and respects, stepping back. You run towards Kreese once more, putting more force into your pushes and shoves. He catches your eyes for a moment, anger glazing over his own as he gets a good look at the utter helplessness and determination within your own. He doesn’t loosen up though, tightening his hold even more so as if to test you.

Lunging once more, he blocks you from him and counters with a hard blow to your face. You fall again at Kreese’s feet, Johnny’s purpling face looking down at yours in fear and worry. As you go to make a final attempt, your prayers are answered, a man about your height grabbing Kreese’s fist in a vice grip. In a daze, Johnny is able to slip from his hold to the ground beneath him, falling into your outstretched arms as you lunge, again, to protect his head. Kreese, now turning his fury onto the short man, goes for a punch, missing and smashing the glass beside his target.

As the fight starts to get worse, Dutch gets a hold of Johnny, taking his weight off of yours and dragging him to safety. Jimmy and Bobby, going to help Dutch, leaves Tommy to help you up. Taking his hand gratefully, you are able to see Kreese’s demise clearly, a burning crimson decorating his now busted fists, no doubt shredded and in need of medical care. You turn back just in time for him to look your way, grief washing over your figure as you feel a sense of uncertainty.

The boys get into Johnny’s car quickly, pulling out of the car lot. Tommy, silently turning his calming body to yours, questions you with his eyes. Shaking your head lightly, you signal for him to go with them, your head hazy with the brute force of numerous blows previously clashing with your face. He nods knowingly, smiling weakly, as if questioning your motives or even why you were considering the choice you’d made up. Johnny looks back at you too, but is reassured as the short man, Mr. Miyagi, places a hand on your shoulder. As they peel out of the lot, you sigh and all the strength you’d conjured dropped instantly.

“You need checkup,” the older man states, looking you over.

“Yeah, but I need to take care of him first,” you point at the man.

“Ah. Good heart always forgives. You come by dojo sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” you answer, kindly excusing yourself as LaRusso runs over to Miyagi, leaving just you and Kreese left in the parking lot.

Slowly, you pace yourself as to not speed too closely, too quickly to the man, walking lightly and quietly. Upon entering a close proximity, he looks up, neutral expression catching you off guard. Blinking once, he looks back down at his continuously bleeding hands, acknowledging your presence but not daring to step the line of communication. He never does.

“Do you...Do you n- ...?” you start, at a loss for words as you try to rephrase the question in a way to still make him feel superior without appearing weak to himself, “Do you want my help?”

He doesn’t say anything as an answer, just simply stares at the reddening hands.

So, following his chosen behavior, you adopt it and act the same. Slowly, you take off your fleece sweater, soft and warm to the touch, and move closer to Kreese. As you move into his personal space, you don’t dare look him in the eyes, and go to rip a piece of the sweater in half. Silently, you carefully take one of his hands in your own, them swallowing yours in turn. Wrapping the now torn cloth around his fists, you slightly tighten the material around the injury to prevent further bleeding, tying off the ends to keep the sweater where you want it. Turning to do the same for the other hand, Kreese never winces, or sucks in a breath, or even grunts in anguish.

As you finish your duty, you step back, parts of your hands and some of your pants now coated in differing amounts of blood from the constant dripping mess he’d left it in for a while. Taking in a deep breath, you look at him directly for the first time of the night, “Get in the car.”

That was the first of many nightmares that litter your mind. You grew into a tough, headstrong, and independent woman not only physically, but mentally as well. You were no longer the child looked down from the tip of Kreese’s nose, and despite your height not making much of a difference, you had filled into your body, soul, and mind. You were a woman nonetheless.

You were understood by Johnny, but to an extent. As you had continued to serve Kreese, it was only right that Johnny distanced himself from him, and with that, came you as well. You accepted this, and knew that you were not at war with him, settling for calls and texts when you missed him most. Johnny still allowed you the time to talk about your problems like you did in high school, and even let you rant about the newest situation with Kreese. Everyday, he worried for you, but he knew that this was what you wanted.

He knew you fell for him before you even had.

After that night, you went through phases with Kreese: sometimes he was happy and nice to you, other times was full of anger, arguments, and nonstop screaming at one another. You were like an old married couple without the ring, matrimony, and age. You didn’t pay any mind to it, the mixture of feelings for him stronger than the will to leave as you’d wanted to in your youth.

But overall was the feeling of betrayal, or at least a form of it. For 4 years, after the night of the failed tournament, you were with Kreese, and finally, when things started to clear themselves out, another problem arose. Although shit out of luck, Kreese was ready to give up the dojo, give it to the owner, and move on in hopes of wiping the slate clean. You were ready to forgive him. And then, Terry Silver, unable to let the past be the past, convinced Kreese to give it a second try.

Now as you sit in a circle with Dennis, Mike, and Snake on the mat of the dojo, doing some stretches before training starts, you couldn’t help but look at the men excluding you from something you had tried to keep alive as long as they had. Longer than Terry at least.

Snapping sounds through your frustrated haze, knocking you back into reality by Snake’s fingers. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you look at him, anger now turned towards him instead. “You keep drooling like that and we’ll all be slipping around and breaking shit. Then how would we be at the tournament?”

“Fuck you, Snake,” you get up, stomping to the office without another word. He just turns a mock-offended expression to the boys who give confused ones in return.

Storming into the small cubicle deemed an office, you turn to the men standing side-by-side. “Aw, what’s the matter sweetheart? The boys not playing fair?” Terry teases, trying to push your buttons.

Face now reddened with anger, you spit, “We don’t pay for you to sit around in your office and play with each other’s dicks. You can do that on your own time.”

“You don’t pay period as far as I’m concerned. And last time I checked, you weren’t of much use here anyways, Shortcake,” Terry rebuttals.

“And last time I checked, you're just here to tie your hair back, paint your nails, torture a kid half your age and an man even older than you.”

“Why you-!”

“Terry!” Kreese warns, a hand placed on his comrades’ chest, “It’s not worth your time, just go get the boys readied up for practice.”

“Sure...sure Johnny, I can do that,” he says eagerly, leaving the room with a side glance your way and elbow to the shoulder as he passes by.

Getting up from the back of the desk, Kreese loops around to close the office door, going back to where he was previously. “Wow, you really have that dog under wraps huh? Ready to bark when you say ‘bark’ or growl when you say ‘growl’?”

“Y/N, not now. You better cut this shit out now or I’ll kick you out,” he warns.

“Oh, so now your protecting him?! You’re going to sit here, right now, and threaten me for what? Because he served with you? Because you saved him?! What a load of shit!”

“Watch your mouth! You have no right to raise your voice to me! What I do with this dojo is none of your damn business, and will certainly never concern you. Ever.”

“Oh yeah! For sure! What did he even do, huh? What’s so great about him that is worth protecting his ass for when he’s never had to do anything in return?! I was there John! I was! I dealt with your shit for 4 years! Not 1! Not 2! Not even fucking 3!”

“I never told you to! No one was stopping you from walking out that damn door when everyone else had! I would’ve done perfectly fine without your ‘help’ when all it did was provide extra shit to take care of!”

“Really?! That’s what it was? Nothing? I dealt with your anger issues, your screaming! The god damn punches, kicks, spits, screams, hell anything you wanted to do in order to harm someone else to make you feel better! But that wasn’t me... No... Of course it wasn’t, right?”

“I’ve got no time for this. Stay in this fucking room and don’t move. You even dare come out into that dojo and you’re out. I have a winner to make and not some little girl to argue with.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, tears pooling at the bottom of your eyelids as the door hides you from view.

For hours, you sit in boredom, listening to the repetitive “hut” or “ah” as blow after blow is thrown into the dummies and punching bags. If only they could do that to me, take me out of my misery for fuck’s sake. But, despite the utter pissed state you were in, you did not move from the desk, even deciding to take a nap. It wasn’t until Dennis’ unusually loud laugh is echoed within the whole dojo do you finally wake back up. Looking through the blinds, you see the boys getting packed up. Doing the same, you walk out of the office just in time for Terry to leave with the boys a few moments later.

Speeding across the length of the mats, you take long strides in order to storm as fast as possible out of the cage that holds the biggest chains around your neck. Going for the door, you are unable to catch yourself as Kreese grabs your hand and flips you onto your back, splaying your body on the mats beneath you.

Groaning, you move to sit up, watching as he goes to lock the door to the dojo, throwing the keys somewhere and closing the blinds of the big glass panes adorning the front wall. Getting up, the harbored anger floods your being once more, “I’m done with your bullshit Kreese. Let me the fuck out so I can leave this place once and for all. You seem to be doing ‘perfectly fine’ with your boyfriend, so let me go!”

Without answering, he grabs you by the neck firmly, but not enough to choke you. The memories of Johnny instantly flood your mind, causing you to grab his hand just as tight, eyes peering straight into his. Noticing your change in demeanor, he loosens his hold a little and pushes your back up against the closest wall to your back. As your back collides with the wall, his lips clasp yours.

Whining in surprise, you go to pull back only for him to pull you closer by the neck. Realization dawns on you after a moment, and within seconds, your leaning into his touch absentmindedly. You only break apart once your lungs beg for more air. “There. Is that what you wanted?” he asks you, voice gravelly.

Ignoring his comment, you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him into you once again, tongue battling his own. Your tongue dances around, observing every crevice and tasting every bit of his mouth, grazing his teeth, biting his lips, and even tangling it with his. Taking control back, he shoves your body back into the wall, separating your mouth from his, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting your bodies.

His hand, long forgotten and hanging loose on your neck, tightens the grip back up firmly once again and moves his other to pin your arms above your head. Now basking in dominance, he kisses you once more, pinning his knee between your legs in the most delicious way. Taking advantage of the placement, you attempt to grind your core against his thigh to relieve some tension.

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” he warns, pulling his knee away and moving to unbuckle his belt instead, “On your knees, Slut.”

Obeying instantly, you do as he says and place yourself on your knees. Finally undoing the tie of his gi, he pulls his pants, alongside his underwear, down just enough to let his dick spring free. Gulping in admiration, you take in the view of his girth and length, precum oozing at the tip.

“Looks like your happy to see me,” you joke, loosening your tension in your shoulders.

Stepping closer, Kreese edges closer to your mouth, and, taking the hint, you wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. Your other hand, deciding teasing is the best get-back, wraps itself closer to the tip, thumb grazing the slit. Earning a shudder of pleasure from the man, he goes to move in closer again. Pulling your head away, you squeeze the tip loosely, staring up at Kreese.

At your locked gaze, his cheeks burn bright pink, enabling you to give the man what he wants now that he’s at a loss for words and flustered for you. Taking him into your mouth little by little, you stop just before the barricade of choking. Eyes locked onto his, you place your hands on either side of his hips for support, then take him in as fully as physically possible. Instantly, you are met by struggling moans of relief.

Swirling your tongue around and lapping at his veiny member, he struggles to control himself, the undying need for more consuming him. Pulling away just enough to keep the tip in your mouth, you nod at him, giving him the okay to do as he pleases. That was all he needed to start going, pulling your mouth around his cock again, and tangling his hands in your hair for a better grip. Thrusting into your mouth now, you try your best to breathe as you feel him start twitching, knowing you will be fine in a few minutes.

The closer he gets to ecstasy, the louder he gets, hips thrusting in any possible direction as his pleasure threatens to bubble over. “Look at me,” he orders, looking you in the eyes. Slightly confused, you do as told, looking at him through your eyelashes as he continuously uses your mouth. “That’s it, Good Girl.”

Without warning, he unleashes his load into your mouth, the hot and sticky cum shooting to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Licking up the remains, you make a show of swallowing the contents as well, getting back onto your feet with a help of his hand. Pulling your body into his, he kisses you deeply, tasting himself.

You whine as you are still left in uncomfortable need for him, having not gotten your share just yet, the feeling of being filled a painful reminder. “Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” And that, he does, getting to work on untying your gi and throwing the long-sleeved shirt over you head. Doing the same to him, you match his enthusiasm, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Playing with your clothed breasts, Kreese slips a hand under your bra to pinch your nipples, twisting them between his middle and fore fingers. Moaning, you pull him into your chest nibbling his ear. Gliding his hands down your sides and to your waist, he slowly edges his fingers slightly underneath your pants, pushing them down with your panties. As he busies himself with your clothes, you move your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, breasts springing free and instantly hardening at the new temperature of the room.

Fingers, teasing your entrance, catches you off-guard, moaning again at the first shocks of pleasure. “Kreese,” you start breathlessly, “Enough is enough. Mgh... Stop teasing me,” you try to order, impatient and horny.

“As you wish, Princess.”

Lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hipbone, he lines himself up with your entrance, entering slowly. Together, you sigh in ease simultaneously. Nodding once, you lean your forehead underneath his chin, starting to thrust slowly. Knowing this isn’t the pace he prefers, and body adjusting to his shape, you pull him in closer, whispering in his ear, “Faster, Daddy.”

Jolting at the name, he fastens the pace, grinding in rougher strokes, rubbing every part of you body in the best way possible. No one’s ever filled you the way he is now, and it leaves you stunned in a trance of utter euphoria. Tapping your other leg, you hop up to warp both legs around Kreese. At the new angle, he thrusts upwards, the overstimulation causing you to shake in a new sensation.

Squeezing his dick tightly, you try to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, but the building want of release causes you to topple over the edge quickly, spilling all over the body still within your own. Without faltering, Kreese continues his assault on your body, causing you to scream out in the fury of pleasure being all too much for you. Shaking harder, you struggle to keep yourself around his body for long.

Seeing this, Kreese keeps himself sheathed in your cunt, laying you on your back against the mats of the flooring. Grabbing your legs, Kreese bends them until your thighs meet your chest. Then, thrusting at the same pace as before, Kreese is able to fuck you senseless without further issues. Moaning screams of ecstasy echo throughout the dojo, the combination of yourself and the slapping of skin being the only noises in the room.

As quickly as you’d built up the previous time, your orgasm and need of release forms again, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. “Kreese..” is all you manage, the older man quickly teetering towards the edge with you. Thrusting the hardest he had the whole night, he manages only a few more before you both come at the same time, screaming as you pull him down by the neck and into your chest, your name falling from his tongue in multiples.

Sucking in as much air as possible, Kreese and you stay in the same position panting before he unsheathes himself and collapses next to you. Catching your breath, you cuddle into his side in a naked heap of sweat and satisfaction. “Are you still jealous of Terry now?”

“It depends, am I still as useless as before?”

“I don’t believe so,” Kreese giggles, “but if you pull another crazy stunt like that, I will really have to give you a good beating. Huh, Babydoll?”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, going to straddle his hips as he lays on his back, “How about round two and I’ll consider not ripping his throat out?”

“Deal.”

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thedancingmusesinthestars · 3 years ago

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Will Byers

After his ordeal with the Upside Down, Will became even more alienated due to his peers labeling him "Zombie Boy" (due to the cover story conceived to conceal what actually happened to him). Additionally, he had grown frustrated with everyone's sensitive treatment towards him, especially with his mother and brother's overprotectiveness. Following his possession by the Mind Flayer, Will developed an aversion to heat and became increasingly distressed by his connection with the entity. The connection also caused him to experience physical pain whenever the vines and biological matter originating from the Upside Down were burned. As Will's mind was gradually taken over, he began to experience memory loss and was manipulated into aiding the Mind Flayer. Eventually, the Mind Flayer's influence over Will was so great, he was able to speak through him and control his body. After the Mind Flayer was exorcised from his body, Will seemingly returned to his usual self with no visible adverse effects.

One of Will’s most notable traits is how he often put other people before himself. This was implied by his actions during the Dungeons & Dragons campaign on November 6th, 1983, were he decided to attack the Demogorgon to help the party instead of playing it safe. Also, Joyce recounted a story of how when he was younger, Will gave away his toy truck to a saddened girl in order to make her feel better, even though they wouldn't be able to afford another one. This side of his personality is also displayed somewhat during the Snow Ball, where he reluctantly accepted a girl's invitation to dance though he clearly had no desire to do so. It's also possible one of the reasons he waited to tell his family and friends about his visions was so he wouldn't worry them.

Will also had a profound sense of responsibility, drawing a picture of Bob as a superhero to commemorate his sacrifice to save everyone. Will is also responsible enough to focus on ways in dealing with the threats from the Upside Down and dealing with personal issues amongst his friends. He has a typical boy mindset when it comes to girls doing boyish activites. When the boys spy on Max (believing her to be the infamous MadMax at the Arcade), Will is skeptical, saying girls don't play video games. When Dustin talks about meeting his girlfriend at Science Camp, Will, bewildered, says, "Girls go to Science Camp?"

In 1985, Will was shown to have the mind and behavior of a child, mostly stemming from the trauma he had endured in the past two years from being trapped in the Upside Down to being possessed by the Mind Flayer. As a result, Will would dress in clothes too young for him, find girls not interesting, or would be interested in playing D&D, despite his friends' disinterest. This is mostly because Will is trying to return to his childhood after being affected by the Upside Down for two years. However, his friends' disinterest and maturity, disheartened Will as he started feeling left out amongst his friends. When Will tried to play to a D&D campaign with Mike and Lucas after they had problems with their girlfriends, their boredom finally caused Will to snap at his friends. After being told by Mike that they're grown up now, Will broke down in tears as he realized that he can't bring back the childhood he lost while destroying Castle Byers during his breakdown. However, as Will helped his friends when they were all nearly killed by the Mind Flayer's avatar, Will started to become mature and three months later, he finally let go some of his childhood interests by giving D&D manuals to Lucas's little sister, Erica. Will was very upset about leaving Hawkins and cried as he said goodbye to his friends and as Jonathan drove him away.

After his rescue from the Upside Down, Will developed "True Sight", where he began seeing visions of the Upside Down. While originally believed to be episodes related to post-traumatic stress disorder, what Will was experiencing was not only real, but signs of an approaching interdimensional threat. After being taken over by the Mind Flayer, Will also acquired what he called "Now-memories", being able to see what the entity could.

A telling characteristic of these abilities is that Will appeared to have no control over them, with him experiencing visions at seemingly random intervals, and his Now-memories being more of a side effect of the Mind Flayer’s possession. While he lost these abilities once the Mind Flayer was expelled from his body, he was still able to sense the creature's presence.

Creature Sense: As a side-effect of being rescued from the Mind Flayer, Will could sense the monster's influence, even after being exorcised from him. This usually manifested as a strange sensation on the back of his neck, whenever the monster was active or in close proximity. He described the sensation as though he were in a rollercoaster drop, only much more colder and scarier. As he was not possessed, he was able to use this ability to great extent in 1985 to stop the fragmented Mind Flayer in his new form.

Former Powers:

True Sight: Will began seeing visions of the Upside Down following his rescue from the dimension. Mike compared this ability to "True Sight" from Dungeons & Dragons, described by Dustin as “the power to see into the Ethereal Plane." During an episode, Will would essentially be in both the regular world and the alternate dimension simultaneously, allowing the Upside Down to seep into the regular world through his mind. Will could not control these visions, experiencing them against his will unpredictably. The visions happened more and more frequently until the Mind Flayer took control of Will’s body.

Now-Memories: Following his possession by the Mind Flayer, Will acquired the ability to see what the creature could see, as well as feel what he could feel. Will was able to use this ability to spy on the Mind Flayer, allowing him to know of the tunnels beneath Hawkins and even the Mind Flayer's weakness. However, this ability was a double-edged sword, also allowing the Mind Flayer to spy through Will.

Superhuman Strength: At the last stages of his possession, Will was briefly granted superhuman strength by the Mind Flayer, much like the Flayed. This was apparent when he was able to break out of Joyce's restraints and choke her while she was using high level of heat to get him out of the Mind Flayer's influence. This bout of strength was accompanied by an unknown black substance coursing through his body, making his veins appear black under the skin.

Electrical Manipulation: While trapped in the Upside Down, Will could manipulate electricity in the regular world to a small degree, as shown when attempting to communicate with the Christmas lights in Holly, Jolly. However, it seems Will only possessed this ability while he was in the Upside Down and has not been seen doing it since then.

Abilities:

Expert Artist: Will's drawings were exceedingly detailed and remarkable, especially considering his age. Will could explain many complex events by his drawings which he couldn't verbally. When Will was overwhelmed by the shadow monster, his drawing skills were very useful to inform Joyce and Hopper about the growing corruption of the Upside Down beneath Hawkins and also determine Hopper's location when he was trapped.

Evasion: As noted by his brother, Will is talented at hiding and is likely the reason why he survived in the Upside Down for so long.

Marksman: As displayed in "The Vanishing of Will Byers", Will appeared to have knowledge of how to load and use a gun, a skill he most likely learned from his father. However, his proficiency in using it is unclear.

Morse Code: Will knew Morse code, as shown in "The Mind Flayer" where he managed to signal the Mind Flayer’s weaknesses.

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goldenuwuswriting · 5 years ago

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Say the Name! Seventeen!

December 2018

Sooyun was getting her makeup done before going to greet her friends. The artist was finishing up some final touches with her eyeshadow.

“Sooyun, sweetie, can you close your eyes for a minute?” Her favorite makeup artist asked even though she didn’t need to. Sooyun already had her eyes closed. “Are you excited to perform?”

“Ne, but I really want to go greet my friends.” The girl replied before opening her eyes. The sweet older woman told her that she was done with makeup. Mark and Haechan tried to convince her to stay around the makeup artist while they were finishing their makeup, but she went to find Jaehyun. The ninety-seven liner said that he would go with her to greet her friends, mainly because Taeyong asked him to go with her.

“Jaehyun-oppa, let’s go greet our friends!” She shouted at him.

“Alright, just calm down. I think that you shattered my eardrum.”

She huffed and pouted, “You live with Hyuck, so you’re fine.”

The duo walked out of the group’s waiting room and saw everyone rushing around. Sooyun instinctively grabbed onto Jaehyun’s arm. They walked around for a bit, reading the signs on the doors saying what group had what room. Jaehyun stopped at BTS’s green room to say hi to Jungkook while Sooyun stood in the hallway and waited for him. She heard footsteps approaching and her first thought was that Jaehyun was ready to go to another group.

The approaching figures were talking and laughing. Sooyun recognized the loud, high-pitched laugh that could only belong to Hoshi of Seventeen. The black-haired girl’s head shot up, while her eyes searched for him. She saw him and Wonwoo walking together, carrying food for the rest of their group.

“Hoshi-oppa, do you need help carrying all of that?” Hoshi looked so confused at first, frantically looking for who said that. Wonwoo, on the other hand, had seen Sooyun pointed her out to him.

“Please, Sooyun-ie,” the boy replied while handing some of the sandwiches. She took at least half of what Hoshi was carrying. The trio walked towards Seventeen’s green room, having a polite conversation and teasing Hoshi. When they got to the room Hoshi kicked the door a few times. Wonwoo had warned her about how crazy the group was, but she explained that she is in NCT and friends with Seungkwan and Hoshi. Mingyu let them in and took the sandwiches from her while Seungkwan ran to hug her.

“Sooyun!!!”

“Seungkwan!!!!!” They both screamed at each other and hugged.

The rest of Seventeen talked amongst themselves while Sooyun talked to him and Hoshi. She realized that she left her phone in NCT’s greenroom and had no way of telling Jaehyun where she was.

“Mingyu- oppa, can you text Jaehyun- oppa that I’m in here? I left my phone in our green room.” She said while looking down at the ground. Dokyeom was loudly questioning why she didn’t ask him and minghao told him that it was because he isn’t as responsible as Mingyu. The tallest boy nodded and pulled out his phone.

“Thank you, oppa.”

“Alright boys, if you don’t know this lovely girl, This is Sooyun. She is a ‘98 liner and NCT’s only female member” -Seungkwan yelled while Hoshi quickly followed up with- “Say hello and get to know her!”

Each one of the members introduced themselves in age order and then as a group. It was like she had flashbacks to when she met NCT for the first time, chaotic yet somehow calm. Some of the members had questions for her, such as if she lives in the dorms with her group and whether she likes dogs or cats better.

“Sooyun-ah, do you speak any other languages,” Joshua asked.

She responded with, “ I’m fluent in English and Thai, but I’m learning Japanese and Mandarin.”

Junhui and Minghao looked up from their conversation when they heard her response. The next question from Joshua was about she became fluent in English and Thai. Junhui asked her how good her Mandarin was. The conversation was broken up by a knock at the door. S.Coups opened the door revealing Jaehyun.

“Hi guys, can I have Sooyun back so we can perform? She can come back after you guys have performed.”

“Jaehyun, I’m not a child,” she said while smacking his arm.

“Sure, ask Taeyong about that,” the brown - haired boy stated while pulling her out of Seventeen’s green room.

“I will… I’m only a year younger than you and the same age as Jungwoo.”

“I know, but you are the only girl and we all want to protect you.”

Sooyun rolled her eyes and followed Jaehyun to their green room. All she had to do was get changed into her stage outfit and get miked up. The group had about thirty minutes before they went on stage, so she had to hurry.

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The group finished their performance and back to the green room. Sooyun had already changed into dress since the group had to go on stage later for a company stage. Most of the members were playing on their phones or watching videos. Sooyun was watching the other performances, commenting about how good they were to Taeyong. When Seventeen walked out on stage, she quickly shut up and shushed the boys when they tried to talk to her. Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun started teasing her about having a crush on one of the members.

“I do not have a crush on a Seventeen member, you sentient tree! Mark, I swear I will unleash Hyuck if you don’t shut up! Jaehyun, I swear to god I will fight you!” She yelled at them. This only caused the boys to laugh harder and Sooyun finally put her earbuds in. She sat by WinWin and Kun, two of the quietest members, hoping for peace. WinWin reached over, grabbed her hand, and squeezed it. The girl pulled out her earbuds while WinWin started to ask questions.

“Do you have a crush on a Seventeen member? I’m only asking because you got awfully defensive.”

“I do, but the rest of the boys can’t know that because they’ll be weird overprotective older brothers and I already have two. I really don’t need eight more.”

Winwin only nodded his head. Sooyun was getting ready to put her earbuds back in when her demon child Hyuck yelled for her to come cuddle him and protect him from Jaemin.

#Sooyun #nct 22nd member #nctau #nct 127 au #nct u au #kpop aus #kpopidoloc #kpop oc #idol oc #NCT #NCTU #nct127

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The parents - Carlie

Who first brought up having/adopting kids? Charlie while trying to like come up with a pro/con list of how they’d work on opposite sides of the law. Which parent is most overprotective? Charlie, especially. Which parent is most supportive? Carter Which parent expects the most from their child? Charlie Which parent is more likely to spoil their child? Carter Which parent does the child go to to get their way? Neither, because Charlie would read their mind and tell them to not even THINK about it and catch Carter if he did it anyway. Which parent is the best at singing lullabies? Carter. DUH Which parent finds it harder to let go? Charlie, she’d be away the most cuz of like crimes and jail n stuff and would really be feelin it.

The kid -

What the kids name is and the meaning behind it. Serena What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents. Uhhh her power doesn’t reflect either of them cuz it’s the power of explosions. :) But she is like genuinely bloodthirsty for the sake of like doin murders. Charlie at least had a lil made up cause. What the kids favorite clothing style is. Leather bad bitch! What their favorite cartoon is. Batman What skills their parents try to pass down to them. Morals. They fail. What their future might be. Que Sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.

The family -

Who the child’s godparents are. One hero and one villain. Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings? Yes, her name is Sierra and she’d have the power of talking to animals but she’d hide it for years and years. What is the child’s first pet? None. How do they get along with any extended family members? Eventually Charlie would stop mind controlling her parents and they wouldn’t want shit to do with them. But otherwise, ya.

The parents - HoneyBee Fabang

Who first brought up having/adopting kids? Quinn. Because Obviously. Which parent is most overprotective? Mike. He doesn't know any better ok. Which parent is most supportive? Quinn. Ever the cheerleader. Which parent expects the most from their child? Quinn. But because she knows their kid is bound to be the greatest at anything they ever try. Which parent is more likely to spoil their child? Also Quinn. Which parent does the child go to to get their way? Mike. Quinn would spoil. But Mike's the best to ask to get them off the hook Quinn probably put them on. Which parent is the best at singing lullabies? QUINNNNN Which parent finds it harder to let go? Mike!

The kid -

What the kids name is and the meaning behind it. Grace after Grace Kelly. What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents. Um, kind of a slacker. What the kids favorite clothing style is. Preppy and neat. It's very learned from Mike What their favorite cartoon is. Old Looney Tunes Cartoons What skills their parents try to pass down to them. Dance and gymnastics and self love. What their future might be. Que Sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.

The family -

Who the child’s godparents are. Santana and Sam. Maybe Rachel and Puck if they had two. Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings? Maybe What is the child’s first pet? None. How do they get along with any extended family members? They're very close to both sides of the family. Mike and Quinn were a little worried about Mike's dad since he's such a fucking hater but he's the most adoring grandfather ever and it's kewt.

The parents - Prestaline

Who first brought up having/adopting kids? Preston, because that’s part of their deal thing. Which parent is most overprotective? Evangeline Which parent is most supportive? Evangeline, cuz she’s an artiste Which parent expects the most from their child? Preston cuz that’s the only way he’s been taught to parent. it’ll get better. Which parent is more likely to spoil their child? Preston, obvi Which parent does the child go to to get their way? P r e s t o n Which parent is the best at singing lullabies? Evangelineee Which parent finds it harder to let go? Both

The kid -

What the kids name is and the meaning behind it. Maria and Christian. After The Sound of Music and Moulin Rogue respectively What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents. 🤷🏽‍♀️. What the kids favorite clothing style is. Bohemian hipster and Golf Course Couture. What their favorite cartoon is. Paw Patrol What skills their parents try to pass down to them. Kindness, the importance of friendship and singing What their future might be. Que Sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.

The family -

Who the child’s godparents are. One of Evangeline's close friends and one of Preston's frat brothers Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings? One was "planned", the other was not. What is the child’s first pet? A teacup pig How do they get along with any extended family members? They're cool with their aunts and uncles SORTA but the grandparent situation is v yikes for awhile.

The parents - Royal Sugike

Who first brought up having/adopting kids? Mike's mother Which parent is most overprotective? Mike. His dad got murked in the castle. He's valid. Which parent is most supportive? Sugar. Which parent expects the most from their child? They don't have to worry about expecting the most from their child. The entire kingdom does that for them. The added stress is 2 much. Which parent is more likely to spoil their child? Mike Which parent does the child go to to get their way? Sugar Which parent is the best at singing lullabies? Absolutely neither Which parent finds it harder to let go? Both

The kid -

What the kids name is and the meaning behind it. Gold. Because they both liked the name that one time. What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents. 🤷🏽‍♀️ What the kids favorite clothing style is. Royal What their favorite cartoon is. N/A What skills their parents try to pass down to them. Swordplay and horseback riding. What their future might be. Que Sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.

The family -

Who the child’s godparents are. Uhh fairies. Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings? Probably. It would look best to have back up heirs. What is the child’s first pet? A monkey How do they get along with any extended family members? Fine.

The parents - GYNN

Who first brought up having/adopting kids? Ginny, because she was pregnant Which parent is most overprotective? Flynn. Ginny doesn't know how to be. Which parent is most supportive? Flynn. Ginny would try but she also would be like "just knowing what dressage is would get u killed on the isle, what??" 😳 Which parent expects the most from their child? Flynn. Which parent is more likely to spoil their child? Flynn. Which parent does the child go to to get their way? Ginny. Which parent is the best at singing lullabies? Flynn Which parent finds it harder to let go? Booooth.

The kid -

What the kids name is and the meaning behind it. Ginger. It sounds like Ginny and Flynn loves his murder wife to much to be like "no wtf that's horrible." What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents. 🤷🏽‍♀️ What the kids favorite clothing style is. A fun mix of Isle grunge and Auradon cuteness. With hella paint splatters to make it fun. What their favorite cartoon is. Idk What skills their parents try to pass down to them. All of their skills exactly. Narcissists both of them. What their future might be. Que Sera sera. Whatever will be, will be.

The family -

Who the child’s godparents are. JANE Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings? Ya. Will it ever happen? Idk. What is the child’s first pet? A duck! How do they get along with any extended family members? Great with FLYNN'S SIDE. Ginny's? Lmao no.

#Memes by moi #auradonrps #most of our big old ships

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the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars · 6 years ago

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Chapter 10: Babara Burkhart

When Babara had been barely a baby, her mother had died to save her life with the power of love-

Babara had never met her father, but never could she have guessed he was a god and that--

In her past life, Babara had been the princess of the moon, before her tragic death---

Okay, okay, okay, so maybe Babara wasn't a Potter or a Jackson or even a Tsukino. She was a Burkhart without tragic backstory, or meaningful parentage, or a Great Prophecy.

Babara Brunhilde Burkhart (thanks for that, mom...) had been born on a chilly November-night in Vienna, born and raised in Austria all of her life. She had two loving parents, neither of them dead or abandoning her or having some deep, dark, life-altering family-secret. They weren't rich but also never had to worry about having food on the table or getting new clothes.

And every summer, she got to spend at her grandparents' farm in the alps. Because her parents thought that Vienna was too much of a big city and that she shouldn't lose touch to nature (her mother having grown up on her grandparents' farm). But that was okay, because her grandparents were great – and she wasn't the only one who got to spend the summer there. Her cousin, Sebastian Weinberg, was also sent there every summer by his mother for the very same reasoning. That only made the summers extra awesome, because Sebastian was only two years older than her and he lived all the way in Berlin in Germany, so the two didn't really get to see each other a lot. But every summer, they got to be together at the farm and have adventures together.

Sebastian was a total nerd and the two cousins didn't have a lot in common aside from that, so it was even better that they got to form this bond. As a single-child, Babara liked to experience what it was like to live with another child like that, so that even when they grew older and their parents didn't 'force' them to go anymore, they still opted to. To see their grandparents and to see each other.

When Sebastian was seventeen, the introverted nerd met his best friend – Melanie Maguire. Online, writing Harry Potter fanfiction. For Babara, who had always been the heart of every social event and had an easy time making friends with anyone she met, the concept was slightly odd, but she was happy for him. Especially when the two got to meet for the first time and Babs came to realize it was more than just some random stranger on the internet Basty liked to text with. That was a real friendship. So real, in fact, that the two made plans to move to the same city, country not further narrowed down. Somehow, Babs didn't really like the idea of Basty leaving for good.

Using the puppy-dog eyes of doom (patent pending), Babs convinced Sebastian to take her with him. That the two should move together. After all, that best friend of Basty's wasn't going to move there alone either, she had a little brother she was very close to and didn't want to part ways with.

That was how, in the year 2011, Babara Burkhart and Sebastian Weinberg moved to Los Angeles together, shortly thereafter followed by Melanie and Michael Maguire.

Nothing about Babs' life qualified her to be some great superhero.

There was no tragic loss in her background – her grandparents were happily alive too. Her family was very normal and not magical or anything. She worked hard to get to where she was now, with some missteps but who didn't have those. Yet somehow, for some reason, she had been chosen to become a superhero, a protector of Earth. Scorpio.

~*~

“Y... You reckless idiot!”, exclaimed Babs angrily, throwing her hands up. “Oh, Bee, you shouldn't go on solo missions. That's dangerous, Bee. You should have called me, Bee.”

Jamie grumbled and winced as he sat down on his bed, holding his ribs. “I deserve that.”

“You deserve much more!”, grunted Babs annoyed. “Take off your shirt.”

“Hah. So you only want to get me naked too”, sighed Jamie dramatically.

Babs gave him the stink-eye, while Scorpio and Leo curled together on the small couch in the corner, grooming each other. With another wince did Jamie start to peel his shirt off. Biting her lips, Babara rubbed her hands together and closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate.

“How are you stitched up?”, asked Babs surprised when she saw the wound.

“Matt and Mike called a doctor friend of theirs”, mumbled Jamie, cheeks heating up a little.

“You are so damn lucky that they took you with them and you didn't get caught by the bad guys”, grumbled Babs with a glare as she rested her hands on the wound, making Jamie wince. “That's what you get for nearly getting yourself killed. Idiot.”

She had been training her healing skills. Working with the water inside the cells to close the wound. It took time and it exhausted her, but the others were going to ask questions if they noticed. Even though Jamie would totally deserve to walk around with that wound until it healed naturally.

“Don't worry me like this”, sighed Babs softly. “I don't know what I'd do if you died, Jay.”

“I'm not going to die”, promised Jamie, resting his forehead against hers. “I swear.”

“Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain it to Jess”, grumbled Babs with a glare.

That made Jamie laugh and wince a little. “Sorry. Yeah. Okay. No dying.”

“Or you could just tell your sister”, offered Babs just to sigh and lift her hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, okay. I kno—ow you're not going to 'drag her into this'...”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at her in warning. The two were usually so close and agreed on everything. There was just one thing they might never agree on. And that was Jessie. Ever since their mother had died, Jamie had been the sole caretaker of his sister. Ten years. Jamie had only been sixteen himself back then. It figured that he would become overprotective, because that was the role he had always played in their relationship. The overprotective big brother, shielding her. Personally, Babs thought it would be easier to tell Jessie so Jessie knew where they went, so Jessie knew to care for the kids and knew what might happen to Jamie and Babs. But Babara knew she couldn't tell Jamie how to handle his own family. He'd have to make that decision himself.

~*~

“Don't think too hard, you might fry something.”

Babs scowled and turned to glare at Jessie. The brunette raised one eyebrow as she tried to look over Babara's shoulder at the newspaper. There was another article about Sagittarius, Cancer, Aquarius and Taurus. They were doing... good. Better than the first time Babs and Jamie had met them, really. Still, there was something about Aquarius...

“I'm picking the kids off from school later. Want me to get something from the store?”, asked Jessie.

“I... think we're good”, replied Babs and shook her head.

Lifting up the newspaper, Babs took a closer look, squinting at the photo some more. Jessie huffed.

“You want me to leave you and the newspaper alone...?”, asked Jessie.

“Ha, ha, ha”, drawled Babs unimpressed. “No. I... I gotta... uh... I gotta go.”

“Where? What—Babara!”, called Jessie after Babs.

But Babara was already out of the apartment, the newspaper in one hand, grabbing her leather-jacket with her free hand and hurrying through the bar, not minding anyone.

~*~

Reaching her destination, Babara started knocking on the door hard and repeatedly. A glare was etched into her features as the door opened. Moments later and the door opened to an unusually disheveled Tanya. Her normally so meticulously put-up hair was only in a loose pony-tail. She was wearing her favorite turquoise dress. Frowning at her, Tanya tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Babs? What... can I do for you?”, asked Tanya slowly. “It's been a while since you came over.”

Eyebrows drawn together in determination, Babs held the newspaper up and into Tanya's face. “That's you. Aquarius. That's you. Of course it's you.”

“Wh... What are you talking about?”, asked Tanya, the look of a deer in the headlights on her face.

“Don't lie to me, Tatiana Yevgeniyevna Tarasova!”, exclaimed Babara in warning.

It always paid off to learn middle-names – or in this case, father's names – for maximum efficiency of scolding. Tanya immediately looked like a scolded small puppy. Rolling her eyes, Babs pushed past her ex and into the apartment. It really had been a while since she had last been here. Things had been majorly awkward for a couple months after their breakup. Curiously, Babs looked around. It made her smile, because it still all looked exactly the same as she remembered it. After all, Tanya was not a fan of change, even the smallest. It had been very... tiresome for Babs back in the day, when Babs had been living with Tanya for a while. Everything had its very specific place and Tanya always fussed when it was out of place. That was, in retrospect, probably why the two had broken up because Babs considered herself creative-chaotic. They just clashed too often.

“You don't actually-”, started Tanya again, rather weakly.

“Tanya”, grunted Babs in warning, glaring at her. “I know your boobs.”

“...What?”, asked Tanya confused.

Babs rolled her eyes and motioned vaguely in the general direction of Tanya's chest. “Your boobs. I spent months sleeping on those. Among other things. I know them. And the rest of you. Like, that's you, in a very tight dress and sure with your hair open, but still it's you.”

Ducking her head with a troubled expression, Tanya joined Babs on the couch. “Did... Jamie figure it out too then...?”

Babs snorted and shook her head. “Please. That boy walked right past me when I had blue hair last year. You wear your hair open and put on a mask and he is completely lost. I love the boy, but he has absolutely no abilities to recognize people when they change their appearance.”

Tanya laughed softly and nodded. It was true. Jamie really sucked when someone changed a major part of their appearance. So Tanya, who always wore her hair pinned up, with flowing curls? That alone would already throw him off but an actual mask...? There was no way Jamie was going to figure this out, Babs knew that. Which only made things harder for her though...

“You have to promise me not to tell him”, stated Tanya, with a surprising amount of seriousness. “No one should know. You shouldn't either. But you have to promise to keep my secret, to not tell anyone. Not Jamie, not Basty, not Jessie. No one. You promise?”

Babs winced, even though she had known this was coming. “Of course I promise. I'm not one to spill other people's secrets, Tanya. You know that.”

And Tanya smiled at her confidently, knowing this to be true. Because it was. Which was a problem. Because heaven forbid that Babs can have it easy, huh? Just tell Tanya that Jamie was Leo and tell Jamie that Tanya was Aquarius and then they could all work together. It'd be so easy. But she knew she couldn't just tell Jamie's secret identity to anyone, not even someone she knew Jamie trusted. And now that Tanya had made her promise, she couldn't just go to Jamie either. Urgh.

“How? I mean, why? You're not exactly the type to... you know...”, drawled Babs awkwardly.

“It just... happened”, replied Tanya, tucking her hair behind her ear and frowning. “I just... it's a responsibility that I can't just shake off or ignore. That's not who I am, Varya.”

Okay, that was true. Tanya was a hard-working and serious person who never avoided any task, regardless of how hard it was. She wouldn't just duck out of becoming a hero. Still, Babs couldn't quite imagine Tanya battling monsters. Then again, supposedly she had already seen it. Aquarius. She had seen Aquarius and Taurus fight side by side.

“Oh... Your sword-fighting lessons”, drawled Babs with wide-eyes.

Tanya had learned traditional sword-dancing as a child and later on taken to learn sword-fight too, since she had already mastered the blade in her own ways. That did explain the big sword.

“The problem is that we have not much experience. Sure, we've been going out for over a month now. And we have some... vague... idea of what is going on, but I feel like Leo and Scorpio know more than us, but they... they refuse to work with us.”

Tanya frowned in frustration, balling one fist. Eyebrows knitted, Babara reached out to grasp Tanya's hand and try to sooth her a little. Tanya looked up and took a deep breath.

“You just... have to prove yourselves to them”, offered Babara gently. “They're a team and they don't know you. It figures that they can't just... trust strangers blindly? Who's to know who the good guys and the bad guys really are?”

“We!”, exclaimed Tanya annoyed. “We're supposed to know who the good guys are! There are twelve Zodiacs. They are supposed to be the good guys, the protectors!”

Babara knew that. But she wasn't supposed to know that; the general public knew nothing about what was actually going on and what the meaning of anything really was. They were just scared of all the monsters and knew some heroes were protecting them in colorful costumes.

“Oh, really?”, asked Babs in fake surprise. “What do you know? I mean, what is going on?”

It'd be a good chance to get a grasp on what the new guys knew compared to what Babs and Jamie knew. Tanya frowned for a moment before she got up and motioned for Babara to follow her to the bedroom. Even in there, everything was still the same, all the way to the exact position of the light-turquoise flower-vase next to the bed with exactly three white tulips in it. Babs remembered having regularly bought her girlfriend such tulips too, after she noticed that Tanya liked to keep them next to her bed. It always made the blonde smile in a cute, pleased way. Babara paused when she noticed that one thing had changed in this room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the wall opposite the bed. There had been some weird modern art piece of blues and greens and whites that was horribly obnoxious in Babs' opinion. Now it was gone and replaced by a large white board.

In Tanya's neat, nearly print-like handwriting were things written on it, magnets pinning pictures next to the writing. AQUARIUS, TAURUS, SAGITTARIUS, CANCER. In the upper left corner, in big, bold letters, each with a newspaper clipping with a picture of them beneath it. Not even self-taken photos. Clever. Just in case the wrong people followed her home and found this. There was a rounded square around the four, indicating that they were a team. In the upper middle of the board was written LEO and SCORPIO with a picture from last month's front-page. There were further notes scribbled in the circle around their names and pictures. Team Lionheart, potential allies. Beneath the LEO was also marked down fire-elemental, uses sword, incarnation of former leader. Mh. Interesting, but not surprising that their companions had given them some background information of past incarnations too. And yes, in most cases, Leo had been the leader. Zeus, the king of the 'gods'. Beneath SCORPIO, it said water-elemental, whip-wielder, wild-card. Babara grinned pleased by that. Be it Hermes or Serket or Abonde, Scorpio really had partnered with a wild array of different personalities, unlike say Cancer who had always picked the greatest, strongest warriors – Ares and Tyr and Sobek. Vaguely magic and healing and deliveries. A jack of all trades, as Scorpio had told her, which was why those under her patronage were always known for multiple realms – Hermes, the god of travelers and thieves and tricksters and the deliverer of the gods, Abonde, the goddess of magic, snow and misery, Serket, the goddess of healing and magic. And that suited Babs just right. Being so specialized in only one or two skills seemed rather boring to her. Jamie too, he had more than one specialization. The lightning of Zeus and Thor was as much the heavenly fire as Amun-Ra's sun-fire; still, lightning was a fire-power only Leo could control.

Shaking her head to make herself focus again, Babs turned toward the rest of the board. In the upper right corner it said LIBRA, with a large question-mark beneath; a picture missing. Potential enemy?, misguided? was written beneath it. Good questions that Babara couldn't answer either, sadly enough. When they had first met Libra, Babara had thought they had made an ally. The betrayal, learning that she was not on their side... Shaking her head again, this time more violently, Babs looked to see what else there was beside the ones she knew about too.

Much to her surprise, there was some new information on there. In the lower left corner, beneath GEMINI, was a dark, not good photo of a person in an ally at night. Looked like a screenshot from a surveillance camera. Frowning, Babs knelt down to see. Air-elemental, vigilante, works alone, uses batons, protects. Huh. That... That was actually news to Babara.

“Who's this? I never saw them in the news before?”, asked Babara innocently.

“Gemini. Or at least I think so. He – well, I'm actually not sure on that one, the costume isn't very revealing about body-shape or anything, really – has been working as a vigilante, since around the time Leo and Scorpio first appeared. I went through the local news all the way back to the date the Zodiacs arrived, to see if I can find any more. After all, there should be twelve. The only solid lead I found was a vigilante who has been keeping the streets at night safe. Beating up robbers and rapists, predominantly protecting girls who are out alone late. Usually, there is a symbol left behind with spray-paint, right above the tied-up criminal. Four lines that cross in a square. But I think it's not a square; I think it's a hastily drawn Gemini-sign”, explained Tanya. “Whoever it is, they're good though. Good at fighting and good at dodging people who try to approach...”

Babs hummed and made a mental note to look into this too. Interesting. She and Jamie had been wondering where the rest of the Zodiacs were too. Seemingly, Gemini really was the only one Tanya had a lead on though. VIRGO – earth-elemental, ARIES - fire-elemental, CAPRICORN - earth-elemental, PISCES - water-elemental, they all stood empty. Four Zodiacs still stood unaccounted for. Were they aligned with Libra...? Had they gotten lost at their arrival on Earth? Were they still training to not go out there completely unprepared? Or were they entirely declining the responsibility and danger of becoming heroes...? Who knew.

Babara sat down on Tanya's bed, leaning back onto her hands and looking at the chart. In dead-center, the villains. She grinned fondly at the name Tanya had given them.

“Snake Nest Villains?”, asked Babara amused.

“They're snake-themed”, grumbled Tanya with a faint blush. “Their leader is Serpentarius. Literally the snake-bearer. The second-in-command, from everything I've seen so far, is Serpens, the snake. Then Hydra and Hydrus. Sure, there are plenty of... one-off-minions. Constellations that... admittedly, mainly Scorpio and Leo had beaten. Monsters possessing innocent civilians. But those three – Serpens, Hydra and Hydrus – are the reoccurring ones. They're... bigger.”

“You're adorable”, grinned Babs fondly.

“Oh, shut up”, huffed Tanya embarrassed and crossed her arms over her chest.

But true enough, inside the largest circle, the one for the villains, she had written those four names the biggest, SERPENTARIUS in the center, the other three in a triangle around it. A sheet of paper was pinned there, a printed-out list of all 88 constellations, with those crossed out that Leo and Scorpio had already defeated. She really was diligent and loved details. Maybe Babs should get onto such a wall and list too. It would make the job easier. Then again... she lived with two nosy children and an equally nosy Irish woman. Such a chart would stay hidden for like half a day.

“Promise me you'll call when you're in a tight spot”, stated Babara after a beat.

“Varya, there's nothi-”, started Tanya with a chuckle.

Babara got up, standing to her full height in front of Tanya (and effectively being on eye-level with Tanya's boobs...), head tilted back to stare up at Tanya with her most serious look. It shut Tanya up.

“Promise me you will call if you're in a tight spot”, repeated Babs. “There are things I can't say, but if you need me, I will always be there to help you, Tatiana.”

Tanya nodded, albeit reluctantly. If Tanya took this clue to figure out Babs' secret all on her own, then good. If not, oh well. Babara was going to find a way to solve this mess sooner or later anyway. With a sudden, sunny smile did Babs pull Tanya into a hug.

“Stay safe, blondie”, whispered Babs softly. “Don't you dare get yourself killed.”

“I'll do my best”, promised Tanya with a chuckle, wrapping her arms around Babara. “Thank you.”

~*~

An hour later, Babara was once again knocking hard and obnoxiously against a door. It took considerably much longer for this one to open and the face greeting her was by far not as friendly as Tanya's. Sebastian Weinberg glared, hair messy, no shirt and pants on backward.

“Basty! My favorite cousin!”, exclaimed Babs with a bright smile.

“I'm your only cousin”, grunted Basty annoyed, ruffling his ginger hair. “And I thought I got rid of you when you moved out. What do you want...? I was busy doing... something.”

“Hello, Angel, I guess you're 'something'?”, greeted Babs, waving past Basty.

Angelique Lamour was flushed a bright red, less from embarrassment and more from... exercise, Babs guessed. She was wearing one of Basty's light-green hoodies and nothing else, rubbing the ankles of her long, pale legs against each other. Her fingers were playing with the thick, blonde braid laying over her shoulder, on her lips a smile that was pure amusement.

“Ye—ep. I'm something”, confirmed Angel lightly. “But it's okay. An orgasm gets better with built-up and delay anyway, so come on inside. What's going on?”

“A... Angelique!”, hissed Sebastian, his face dark-red. “You can't just-She's my cousin!”

“You're so cute when you're a prude, mon amour”, laughed Angel delighted. [French trans: my love]

Babara grinned impishly as she just ducked beneath Basty's arm and walked over to sit next to Angel on the couch. She used to live with them. Well, she used to live with Basty, back when they first moved to Los Angeles. And then, five years ago, after Angel and Jamie had broken up a few months prior, Basty finally got the girl. Oh, he had had a crush on Angel ever since he met Jamie's then girlfriend at the St. John's Pub. But he had thought he stood no chance with Angel, especially since Angel and Jamie had been dating. The fates were on their side though and after Angel and Jamie broke up, Angel found her way to Basty – and the two were just perfect together. Babs had never seen Basty with anyone the way he was with Angel. She brought out the best in him. Regardless of how cute she thought they were, they got rather obnoxious to live with after Angel started spending most of her days at their apartment, which was the reason she had ultimately moved out and decided to move in with Jamie and Jessie.

“No—ow, what's up, Babsie?”, asked Angel and threw her long legs over Babs' lap.

“Don't call me that”, groaned Babara and wiggled her nose.

“Aw, you're so cute”, grinned Angel and bopped Babs' nose.

Babs grumbled a little and got more comfortable. “Okay, so... hypothetically speaking... Say you know a secret from a friend and if you were to tell another friend, that would actually be beneficial to both parties. Do you tell the second friend or not...?”

“Mh...”, drawled Angel thoughtfully, twirling a bright-blonde strand around her finger. “If they will both benefit from it, then they would be grateful in the end, so I would tell them...”

Basty scolded, which was his default facial expression anyway. Far too serious. Babs raised an eyebrow, looking at her cousin and waiting for him to express what annoyed him.

“You shouldn't tell your friend's secret”, stated Basty as he started pacing. “Mel is... hiding something from me. And I would be rather mad if someone else were to tell me. Because that'd mean I hadn't yet earned the right to know that secret. Whatever it is, it's Mel's to tell and she will tell me once she's ready. I know that, so I'm not pushing and I wouldn't want for anyone to get involved, Babs. It's a matter of trust, simple as that.”

That gave Babs a pause. In a way, Basty was probably right. Even though she knew Tanya and Jamie could trust each other... in the end, it should be their decision when or if to trust each other about this secret. Groaning, Babs ran her hand over her face.

“Ange—el, this isn't the answer I wanted”, groaned Babs frustrated.

“Basty, mon amour, go get the ice-cream?”, requested Angel with a smile.

“And put on a shirt, cuz! No one wants to see that!”, called Babs out.

“Now, that's just factually wrong”, chided Angel, wagging her finger at him.

Babs chuckled and got more comfortable as she waited for her cousin to bring the ice.

~*~

“This looks like you've been... busy... What is this, Bee?”, asked Jamie carefully.

Babs bit her lips and looked up at him. Scooting over a little, she motioned for Jamie to join her on the floor, which he reluctantly did. Printed articles were spread out in front of her.

“Okay so I did a little bit of digging, because it's really weird that there are only seven out of twelve Zodiacs accounted for, right? And I found this. A vigilante who's mainly been protecting women from rapists at night and people from robberies. They always leave this sign on the wall where they leave the tied-up criminal for the police to find and I think it's the symbol of Gemini.”

Babs pointed at the crime-scene photos from a newspaper article three days ago. Some tied-up thug with the symbol sprayed right above his head. Jamie frowned and pulled it closer to look at the symbol. It just looked like the Roman number two, so it was a bit of a stretch...

“It makes sense, I guess. Became a hero too, but without a team, staying small-scale”, mused Jamie thoughtfully, tilting his head. “So, do you want to... track them?”

“I figured that could be interesting”, shrugged Babs with a grin. “See who they are, what they're up to. We're only two. We're supposed to be twelve, Jamie. We need to find and approach the others.”

“But-”, started Jamie with a serious frown.

“I know, I know, you still don't trust the Unicorn Princess Squad”, huffed Babs.

“Is... Is that really what they're called?”, asked Jamie doubtfully, frowning.

“It's what the newspaper dubbed them after seeing the unicorn and, mistakenly so, Aquarius look all princessy”, chuckled Babara amused. “They figure she's the leader and so far, Sagittarius is the only companion the newspaper caught on camera. I think it's cute and I'm glad we picked our own name before the news could. That'd have been a disaster...”

“Oh yeah”, grunted Jamie before he shook his head. “But no. I don't trust them yet.”

“They've done heroics all on their own”, argued Babs. “They took down Musca all on their own last week. If they are aligned with the bad guys, this would be the most fucking elaborate scheme to gain our trusts ever! You have to see that, James.”

Jamie frowned at that. It was rare for Babs to call him 'James'. Babara crossed her arms seriously and glared at Jamie, awaiting his answer. Running his hands through his hair, Jamie leaned back against the bed and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling with an even deeper frown.

“I'm still not convinced, Babs. I just...”, drawled Jamie.

“Jay, we're supposed to be a team of twelve. We are supposed to trust ten other heroes. If you keep standing in the way of that and keep rejecting anyone who offers to help us... then we will fail. Fail this city and planet and the whole purpose of why we got these powers”, argued Babs urgently, taking Jamie's hand. “Yes, this version of Libra betrayed us. Yes, she nearly killed you. Yes, you not breathing and nearly bleeding out in my arms will haunt me to my dying day. But that only means we really do need allies, so I will never have to stand there alone. So we have back-up. So we can liberate Libra from this human and find a worthy human host.”

There was doubt and caution in Jamie's eyes as he regarded Babs and mulled her words over. She knew he'd need some longer, but she also knew that she was right.

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icespur · 6 years ago

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It AU:Look What I Found Ideas

I write stories, not many of my stories are online yet though, cause hardly any of my stories are finished! But I write stories of the current fandoms I’m in, and now I’m obsessed with IT 2017 and Pennywise

And I have some story ideas I’m working on, I’ve bothered and mentioned my ideas in reblog comments but now that I figured out how to post I can actually tell you my ideas here!

So here’s one of my IT AU story ideas

The story is called “Look What I Found” and it’s a alternate timeline of when Pennywise came to earth, in the book he came to earth in a asteroid and crashed years ago and then became active when human civilization was built.

Well in here he still comes to earth the same way, BUT——-

He’s an egg....

The asteroid has the egg inside and when the asteroid crashes on earth it cracks open revealing the unscathed egg.

Years go by, creatures die, new creature born, Humans come in. The egg sits in the background as life goes on until in 1988 October when a little 7 year old child loses his paper boat in a sewer gutter, he’s too small to reach it and his parents would kill him if he were to go down into a dirty old sewer. So he has no choice but to go home and break the news to his older brother that he lost his boat, his brother tells him that he’ll look for it for him tomorrow and not to worry.

The next day Bill and his friends go down into the sewers to look for the missing paper boat, they eventually find it—— along with a mysterious black egg.....

Eddie is hesitant and says that they should ignore it but curiosity gets the better of them, thinking this egg is some “new discovery” or maybe it’s a real life dragon egg! So they take the egg with them

Oh boy was that a bad idea.

It seems the more the egg develops the more creepy sh*t it does

* At first it randomly glowed, but as time goes on it seems sometimes glowing is tied to it’s emotions... sometimes.

* If you are brave enough (stupid enough) to put your face up to the egg or put the egg up to a light, you will see a bunch of glowing lights, that gets brighter and brighter as time goes on. It wasn’t until a very weird incident at the park where the egg came in contact with a pregnant woman’s belly that may or may not have caused the woman to bleed, that now if you look at the embryo you will see a normal human fetus

*Can hear and mimic music and voices

*Whatever is in there has two glowing yellow orbs for eyes and it’s creepy!

*Georgie seems very attached to it, he talks to it as if it’s alive and can hear him, Bill’s starting to worry if letting Georgie get so close to the egg is safe.

*The losers have contemplated destroying the egg many times and have come very close to crushing it to bits with a hammer but usually Georgie begs them not to and talks them out of it, or the egg letting out human infant sounding cries stopping them.

* Especially once it become clear that the egg is draining life and certain movement of other people’s organs and limbs so it can have working body parts.

*Gets a very concerning childish disturbing glee from the losers fighting or any negative energy in general, making the egg glow revealing the silhouette of a fetus clapping.

*Eventully starts being able to make noises, squeals, squeaks, weird chattering gibberish, etc.

*Not even technically born yet and it already keeps them up at night. 11:00 pm on a school night the children are trying to get a good night sleep all of a sudden the egg starts glowing and rocking back and forth and loud carnival music starts playing on full blast

*Parts of the egg start to crack leaving a hole where it’s yellow eyes can peak out. Everyone is creeped out by this, except for Georgie who happily walked around the entire house with the egg giving it a tour of the Denbrough house

(I have a bunch of different versions of how the hatching scene would play out)

*It’s chaos when the egg hatches, once the storm clears and everyone is able to hold their breath a small baby clown is revealed.

Raising baby Pennywise........

*He’s a a**hole

*Baby-mutant-clown or whatever he is exactly, apparently develop differently then human infants. The first few days nothing seems too out of the ordinary, sleeps a lot, (to the point where Richie and the rest sometimes wonder if he’s dead so they poke him to make sure he’s still alive which upsets him causing him to curl into a furry auburn ball) But then eventually he randomly learns to stand up in his crib and stares at them standing up......at one week old—— normally a baby doesn’t stand up on it’s two legs for a couple months! He’s only a week old!

* Stan bought a “baby month development guide” book and that soon proves to be no help*

*Learns to sit and crawl very early (too stubborn to walk though)*

*Tries to eat and put every possible non edible object in sight in his mouth. Even before he starts teething*

*Georgie and him are still close, he’s like the younger sibling that Bill and Georgie never asked for. Georgie and Penny have become partners in crime and like to harass Bill. But at the same time Penny also sometimes sees Georgie as food and gets very interested in his arms..... luckily it will be a long while til Penny gets teeth*

*Pennywise is very attached to Beverly, sees her as his mom, and acts like a angel only for her. But when she’s not around—-his true nature comes out. Beverly thinks the boys are overreacting when they complain about how much of a little monster he is*

*Can shapeshift But not as well, he’s just a baby so he’s still learning. Only parts of him will shapeshift, like instead of turning into a full werewolf only werewolf ears will sprout on his head, instead of a full spider——only spider legs will sprout from his waist. sneezing and hiccuping affect his shapeshifting hiccups will make him rapidly change forms (like Maui in Moana when he first tries shapeshifting with his hook) and sneezing will cause parts of him to shapeshift “ah, ah, ah, ACHOO” (werewolf ears spring out on top of his head)*

*He can float.......Well, the actual wording for it would be levitate but he refers to it as floating. Which as you can imagine makes baby proofing impossible*

*Speaking of floating, instead of sleepwalking he also “sleep floats” meaning in the middle of the night randomly while fast asleep he will levitate/float out of his crib and around the house, making the losers freak out once they find out he’s not in the crib anymore and so they have to get a butterfly net and chase him around the house and catch him without waking anybody in the house or him up*

*Oh boy, changing diapers———Well first off, baby clown poop and pee smells even worse then normal human baby bodily fluids. In the words of Richie “It smells like something died in there” for the actual changing part sometimes Penny won’t want to sit still and will try to roll off of the changing mat, or he’ll float off the mat and in the air. Other things to worry about is——he can shapeshift, he can change his gender in the middle of a change throwing everyone off, will shapeshift different wieners or will shapeshift multiple wieners so you have multiple wieners spraying pee at you meaning by the time you are done you are going to be soaked in urine*

*his throw up is like acid. One time his tummy wasn’t feeling too good and one of the boys were playing around with him and lifted him up in the air and “BLEGH” all over their shirt. Penny is all happy and smiley now cause he feels all better while the loser is screaming that it burns and that it’s burning through his shirt*

*Eddie has unintentionally become——maybe just a, teeny tiny bit overprotective of Penny——-just a little bit..... Richie always jokes he’s become just like his mom. Eddie gears him with a helmet (that’s way to big and heavy for his head) they go swimming and he goes overboard with putting the swimming gear on him to the point where he’s just a blob of protective swimming gear*

*Since the losers all live in different homes with their own family they all take turns taking Pennywise home for the day, leading to interesting outcomes. Even though Penny is a toddler he catches on quite quickly that Alvin marsh isn’t a good person and quickly dispises him and brings it upon himself to f*ck with him every chance he gets, non of the adults can see penny so Alvin is 100% convinced a ghost baby is trying to kill him. Every time it’s Richie’s day to take Penny home with him penny always comes back with a new curse word, and they all know who probably taught it to him..... eventually Richie is banned from watching Pennywise...... Mike lives on a farm, oh those poor poor animals..... Ben is kinda scared of Pennywise since Pennywise sees Ben as food since he’s so chubby. Penny pokes Ben’s skin fat, and calls him things like “Pig” or Yum” But since Ben is into reasearch and history Ben would probably try to show him all the newspapers and stuff he’s collected, and then have to take them away from Pennywise since whatever you hand to him his first instinct is to shove it in his mouth or chew on it. Ben also would try to do research to find out what the heck Pennywise is exactly, Stan would be too busy with studying for his Bar Mitzvah to play with Pennywise. Although one doesn’t simply ignore Pennywise, when Pennywise wants attention you give Pennywise f***ing attention. Penny would listen to Stan read for a while but then get bored and decide that Stan has read enough for the day and start tearing the pages out of the book much to Stan’s panic and anger*

*Pennywise is very mischievous, all toddlers are mischievous usually. But Pennywise does things intentionally just to get a reaction out of you. He knows he’s not supposed to do it, but he’s gonna do it anyway. In fact saying “No” only seems to encourage him. The words “No” and “Spit that out” have never been yelled so many times with little results. He seems to run on reverse logic “No! Don’t touch that!” Pennywise stares at the loser—- frozen in place with his arm reached out in mid touch of said forbidden object. His eyes flicking looking at the loser, to the object, loser——object, loser——object, touch, no touch, touch, no touch, as if contemplating his next move. Still looking at the loser, Penny slowly extended his hand out, before the loser scolded him again making him freeze, Penny looked at the loser again. The loser shook his head, “No, you don’t do that” Penny mimicked his head movement, shaking his head. The loser nodded “yes, that’s right, “no”” Penny slowly nodded along with him.... and extended his hand again “NO!” Penny shook his head again then nodded and finally make contact with the object, knocking it down and smashing it to a thousand pieces. “Spit that out!” Pennywise slowly shoves the object farther and farther down his mouth with every “No” the losers yell.*

*he eventually learns to talk, can’t say a full sentence but can say some words clearly or if he tries to say a sentence it’s not the full sentence, a couple words unintentionally skipped. “Where going?” Instead of “where are you (or we) going” “Wha doing?” (What are you doing?) etc. Can say all the losers names “Bill” Eddie” “Richie” “Stan” “Ben” “Bev” or “mama” “Mike” and calls Georgie “George” can say “float” of course, can say his full name or short name surpriseingly. “Pennywise” or “Penny” (he’s very proud of his name for some reason)

*In the movie there was going to be a “smoke hole scene” where we would’ve got to see Pennywise coming to earth but due to budget we didn’t get that scene cause it would cause to much cgi. Well in here they don’t have to do a special ritual cause they can just ask Pennywise! Who is happy to tell them except he’s a baby and all that comes out is gibberish since his vocabularie is still very limited so instead he tried to show them by drawing! But he’s a baby and his drawing and coloring skills aren’t that——readable.... so it becomes a guessing game trying to figure out what the heck that drawing is supposed to be.*

*his intelligence is very selectable, he chooses when he wants to do something, and some things just don’t make sense. Like he can write his full name in a style that would make any professional artist jealous but his drawing and coloring is that of a toddler (which does make sense cause he’s a toddler) he likes Henry a lot and calls him “Bow Wow” (bowers, bow wow) Why? Nobody knows. And sometimes calls him Henry but yet for some reason he can’t pronounce Patrick Hocksetters last name and the H turns into a C..... for once Richie did not teach him this but is very proud of him. And one day out of the blue penny started responding to the losers in Swedish...... no one knows why, there isn’t anything Swedish that he was exposed to lately but they now have a Swedish translation dictionary to find out what the heck he’s saying...*

*Always maneges to steal Eddie’s inhaler and then Eddie has to chase him to get it back*

*Loves water. So bath time is a lot of fun, that also mean they gotta keep him from trying to eat the bath products and the water etc..... also has a fascination with the sewers and always tries to go there but of course the losers stop him*

*when penny gets mad he pouts, making his pudgy little cheek puff out and he’ll refuse to look at said person that made him angry and maneuver himself so he’s facing the opposite direction of that person*

#IT 2017 #Pennywise imagines #part 2 cause i ran out of room #Babywise #IT AU #Pennywise HC #The losers did not ask for this #ideas for in progress story #don’t know when i’ll finish it #i hope you all like it

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creativeashproductions · 7 years ago

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The Hawk // Stranger Things

Summary: As the older brother of Nancy Wheeler the reader is a little overprotective especially when Nancy’s so called changed boyfriend is at the centre of the problem. Discovering him in the middle of his artwork on your place of work you decide to teach him a lesson.

Characters: older brother!Reader (MALE) x sister!Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Tommy H, Carol, Mr. Harrington (mentioned)

Words: 1211

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. Nor do I own the gifs or images that may appear. I do however own the reader.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, angst and fluff

A/N: This came about because in high school I got bullied, came home sobbing, brother and his friends came in and saw me sobbing. I never knew what went down but the bullies never came at me again because I went from on protective brother to six bodyguards and even when they graduated they literally reqcruited someone in my grade to protect me. There’s no greater feeling than having an older brother fiercely protect you and I respect my brother so completely because of this.

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You had the lucrative job as the manager of the Hawk which was both a burden and gift especially when it came to your little brother Mike. To your mother’s chagrin you decided to take a year off from college to earn money and that came in the form of the theatre. It wasn’t a surprise you were the manager when you had been working there since you were fifteen.

You had parked the beat up second hand car in the back parking lot wearing your new uniform you had been given the job of designing. You had pushed the keys to your car in the secret pocket of your silver grey backpack as you walked down the alley.

You groaned seeing Carol, Tommy and your little sister’s boyfriend Steve standing on the roof of the car. In the middle of spray painting in red on the announcement board above the entrance, Nancy the slut Wheeler, you took in a deep breathe before yanking Steve Harrington off his car.

“What the hell?” Steve exclaimed landing hard on his back beside his car. He smirked seeing you above him, “Well if it isn’t Nancy’s older brother.”

“I thought you were her boyfriend.”

“While she’s fucking Jonathan the creep Byers?” Tommy inserted. With a swift turn on your feet you slammed your fist into his nose sending him crashing to the ground.

You promptly turned back to Steve with a growl coming from deep in your chest before you slammed your heel into his side. A distinct crunch from a rib satisfying you but you pulled him up by his shirt collar and slammed him back into ground with a groan. You turned when Carol weakly kicked you.

“I don’t hit girls.” You coldly spoke, “But I sure can tell the town you’ve had a nose job, two abortions and been gifting the male teens lots of STDs.”

“You broke my nose.” Tommy groaned.

“Harrington, you stay the FUCK away from my little sister or I will beat the shit out of you. My sister is not a slut. Just because Jonathan and Nancy were together does not mean she was betraying you. For fuck sakes you piece of shit I don’t get the mentality.” You shook your head pinching the bridge of your nose, “A girl’s a virgin she’s called a prude. A girl has sex once and she’s labelled a slut. A male, aka you and Tommy boy here, loses his virginity and he’s slapped on the back and congratulated. I think you guys need chastity belt.”

“I’ll do what I want.” Steve grunted struggling to sit up.

“You even step one foot near my sister and I swear to god I will cut your dick off. If I had even a penny for every girl you’ve been with… seriously you get around so much Harrington I could buy all the businesses in town.”

Carol went still before you noticed Nancy and Jonathan so you slammed your foot into Steve’s broken rib and went inside grabbing the phone to call your boss. He wouldn’t be happy about the vandalism and more thank likely would be pressing charges against Harrington until he was bought by Mr. Harrington.

“Sir?” You asked once your boss had answered the phone, “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to come down.”

“What? Why?” He demanded.

“Carol, Tommy and Steve decided to use the billboard to make their own announcement.” You said while your boss cussed making sounds as he was on his way.

 “You definitely saw them?” 

“I was just turning the corner when I saw them.”

“Fucking children.” He cussed hanging up.

You watched as the sound of sirens came before everyone took off running. You were mighty pissed when your boss came in counting cash in his hand two hours later. You knew that it was from Mr. Harrington.

 “Don’t look at me like that.” Your boss snapped, “Besides I won’t press charges when you punched them. Besides Steve got beat up.”

“Good.” You muttered.

“Get the ladder and clean that shit off.” He huffed grabbing an envelope and placing the money inside.

You did as he asked before you started scrubbing the paint off the white board seething that your building got vandalized. You prided yourself on doing a good job and keeping things in great shape so it wounded you when someone did this kind of shit.

“Let me.”

You stiffened looking down at Harrington standing there sheepish and with a few bruises surrounding his so called pretty face. You turned your back metaphorically and literally to continue scrubbing the words off.

“Seriously, I’m sorry.”

“Go home.” You coldly spoke barely thanking him when he lifted the hot bucket of soapy water to you, “Your Dad paid for you literally.”

“You’re right you know.”

“What?” You snapped, “I seriously don’t understand how you think because you’ve been given the profound crown of Hawkins High that you can do this kind of shit.”

“You’re a guy.” Steve stated.

“With respect! That’s my little sister!” You shouted jumping off the ladder to glare into his eyes, “I’m three years older than her. When she got hurt I helped her even if it was my fucking fault. I know that a pretentious , stuck up, entitled prick wouldn’t understand. No wonder you’re a only child. You’re parents don’t want another prick like you.”

“You’re right.” Steve sighed, “Look let me clean this up and I’ll leave your sister alone.”

“The sad thing is Steve, I don’t have the right to tell you that.” You replied shoving the sponge into his chest leaving a large wet mark, “That’s Nancy’s decision. Not mine and she’d kill me if I didn’t let her decide.”

You left to return back inside while Steve scrubbed his mistake off the board and hopefully he wouldn’t be an idiot again. You doubted he could refrain from the idiocy.

Your head looked up as Nancy stood in the doorway knocking on your door. Her eyes trailing on the blue walls your room had had since your parents knew they were pregnant with a boy.

“Come in.” You nodded to the bed shoving the pamphlets aside.

Nancy picked one up staring at the bold words on the slender paper with the image of one of the colleges you were looking at. Nancy was quiet as she ran a finger on the image.

“Thanks.” She spoke barely looking up at you.

“What do you mean?”  

“I know you punched Tommy H in the face and beat Steve up.” Nancy mumbled looking up at you, “You didn’t have to.”

“I’m your big brother Nance.” You chuckled, “It’s my job to protect you even if you can do it yourself.”

“I know. You broke Jason Whistler fingers when he called me a stuck up prissy bitch.”

“He deserved it.”

“What happens if you leave for college and can’t be there for me?” Nancy mumbled.

“I have a few backup plans for that.” You chuckled, “Get your shit. We’ll go do something together before life gets busy for us.”

“I love you Y/N.” Nancy giggled as you slid your jacket on.

“You too Nance.” You grinned at your sister before turning your lights off and closing your door.

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kimshinegyu · 7 years ago

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Eleven was being a a hole too. Having tantrums at Hooper in the cabin because she missed Mike (Though Hooper deserved some of that too), and being jealous of Max without context and hurting her. Mike and Eleven are the main couple but that doesn't mean they aren't flawed or their relationship isn't flawed (they're really possessive about each other.) they'll have to learn how to be more mature

That's actually why Lucas and Max have a great relationship. It's not an epic drama like Mike and Eleven but they at least communicate and are mature with each other. It's no wonder she took to Lucas. Mike was an a hole, Dustin was hot and cold with her, trying to impress her. Will had his own shit to deal with. Lucas was straight up honest with her.

tbh i don’t blame hopper or eleven for how they acted when in the cabin. i have a lot to say so i’m gonna put this behind a read more.

eleven had been held captive and used her whole life, then she escaped and had one week of relative freedom and then spent about a month hiding in the woods. so when hopper brought her to his cabin it wasn’t under the same circumstances as being at hawkins lab but she still couldn’t leave. that frustration added with wanting to see mike and her being an emotional teenager is what caused her to act the way she did. she’s a kid. a kid with a unique upbringing but a kid nonetheless and i can’t fault her for not heeding certain rules or getting emotional.

for us viewers we instantly saw the connection to hopper raising eleven and his dead daughter sara. we saw that while eleven isn’t a replacement he’s just as protective of her because he doesn’t want anything to happen to her. this is the same reason he goes with joyce and will whenever will has an appointment. he’s just looking out for the kids well-being. that’s the same reason he made the deal with dr. brenner to give him eleven’s location while ensuring that he and joyce can safely retrieve will and that the boys will be left unharmed. he’s a cop for a reason and the hollywood version is to serve and protect. when eleven finds out about sara she instantly understands hopper being overprotective.

the being jealous of max thing was straight up bs and i blame the dumber brothers for that bullshit. i know she was watching soaps which i guess would influence her but the dumber brothers wrote that shit in so it’s their fault.

eleven and mike is cute until you sit back and realize that she’s the kiddie version of born sexy yesterday. i hate saying that because creeps sexualizing the children but i do because she’s ignorant in the ways of being a regular child because of her very restricted childhood and she latches onto the first boy her age who’s nice to her and that’s that whole trope right there. if she hadn’t spent her time with hopper pining for mike (mike alone not all 3 boys who were people she considered her friends) and mike had not been a clearly depressed mess, i would like it a lot better.

as for lucas and max i agree. they are both mentally in the same age group and they can make decisions based on that. (idk if that makes sense but that’s literally the only way i can say it.)

the way the other boys acted definitely had a hand in how she saw them. dustin was nice until she was seen with lucas which was a big red flag for her, we don’t know that her stepdad doesn’t hit everyone in the house and not just billy. mike was an ass from jump street for no reason whatsoever. will was nice but he also had his own issues which she didn’t understand though she wanted to. lucas while keeping secrets was actively trying to include her into his friend group. i like the lucas and max relationship but i also like caleb and sadie’s realistic take on that these are kids in the 8th grade and that they might not even last that long. it’s a cute ship imo.

well... that was a lot and idk if i even stayed on topic to what you were addressing but here it is.

#stranger things #jim hopper #jane hopper #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #will byers #ask #anonymous #personal #this is an opinion #Anonymous

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dalilaswork · 7 years ago

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I’ll be there for you

Title: I’ll be there for you Author: Dalila Ship: Brother!Sherlock x Sister!Reader (no incest) Word count: 1.359 Request: The idea I had was Sherlock being about fifteen years older than sister and maybe teaching her to walk? You can add whatever you want! I just need some fluffy sibling Sherlock in my life right now. Summary: Sherlock never had a good example of a brother, his own neglecting him at nearly all times. However, there comes a day when he has to search deep within himself to find out how to be an older brother. Author’s note: Age difference between Sherlock and Mycroft is reduced to four years. Also, I may have demonized Mycroft a little in this one in order to achieve what I had in mind. I don’t consider Mycroft as a bad character or a bad brother. It’s all about the contrast. The reason for Sherlock having feelings towards his sister. Also… I’m not good with babies. This has been hard.

“I take it as the big day is coming, brother mine.” Mycroft chuckled in his chair, with a cup of tea. It’d been a year since the eldest Holmes flew out from the family nest, but both brothers agreed that it was good for both of them. The relationship between him and Sherlock was… troubling, to say the least.

“Yes, and our parents thought it I should inform you about that. They are very keen on you meeting the newest addition to the family.” Sherlock didn’t look at his brother while speaking. The view from his apartment seemed much more pleasing to the eye, especially since the subject was that delicate.

The elder chuckled once more before setting the glass aside. He was only nineteen but his mind was older, and he had no problem showing it. “Traditions define us. Tell them I shall visit them soon to meet my little sister.”

“It can be a boy, you know.” Sherlock scoffed, turning from the window.

“I don’t think you’d like to place a bet on this one, brother mine. Anyway, I take it as you’re going to visit me more often now.” Sherlock’s brow twitched in confusion, to which Mycroft only rolled his eyes. “Ordinary people are slow but babies are a nightmare. You won’t be able to stay at home for long. Trust me, I’ve been there when you were born.”

“Do you want to hold your sister, Sherlock?” your mother asked from behind her shoulder. You were just a few days old, carried by your father. And Sherlock was gazing at you, from a distance. As if he was too scared to come closer.

“What for? It’s not like it can make any difference. She’s just a baby, she won’t remember this.” He shrugged, observing you. Caring was not an advantage, family or not. You were just another human being, too young to understand even the most obvious things. Family, not family… what was the difference?

“William Sherlock Scott Holmes, drop this attitude. You were such a caring child, why are you trying so hard to be like Mycroft?” your mother asked, stepping closer to him. And he instinctively stepped back.

“I am not… I’m not like Mycroft. I’m smarter.” His chin went upwards, trying to cover his bigger insecurity. His brother was the smart one, always had been. And all his life, Mycroft was neglecting him, standing only for himself – that was smart. It had to be.

“We know that you’re smart. So prove it by being a good big brother.” Your mother told him, as your father carried you to Sherlock. “This is your little sister, so be the brother you always wanted Mike to be.”

Sunlight was reflecting in your curly (h/c) hair, as you flashed Sherlock your most breathtaking smile. One year passed since the day he first took you in his arms. You were so small and fragile, he was afraid one bad move could break you in pieces. It wouldn’t take long before you started crying in his arms and it broke his heart.

“Come on, (Y/N), you have to figure it out at some point.” Sherlock said, rolling his eyes as you held onto his arm. You were on the backyard of the house, Sherlock sitting beside you and gazing at you. You were holding onto him, giggling loudly. “You’re a clever girl… you’ll figure it out.” He said, as you once more attempted to stand up on your tiny legs. You couldn’t keep balance on your own, but Sherlock’s arm was ready to secure you in case you’d let go of his other arm.

“Hey, the freak’s out there!” he heard familiar voices and his smile quickly disappeared. For a moment, Sherlock allowed himself to close his eyes and then he felt your tiny hand reach out for his cheek. Once more, he offered you a genuine smile, as he watched you.

There were so many things Mycroft got wrong about you. You weren’t oblivious. In fact, Sherlock knew you were smarter than anyone out there, smarter than Mycroft, smarter than him. You could read people and their emotions so easily… and you saw past every human defect.

Everyone kept calling him a freak. No one really cared to know why this curly-haired kid always secluded himself from other people. People were like animals and he was a danger to them. He was bullied, because he was smarter. Because no one was able to understand him.

You were different. You couldn’t understand him either, you were too small. But you didn’t care that sometimes he couldn’t give you the tenderness your parents offered you. He would be hesitant with any move he’d make, but you didn’t mind. You didn’t turn your back on him. You were the exception in this cruel world, the exception which made it a better place.

Only you were able appreciate a person despite their flaws. You’d still reach your tiny hands at your brother, seeking his attention, noticing how his mood changed. You treated him like a human being, not a freak. You treated everyone equally.

“We get each other, right?” he told you before taking you carefully in his arms. Still squirming in excitement, you tried to escape his grasp with a childish chuckle, but he wouldn’t let you slip away. “It’s always going to be you and me, (Y/N). The two of us against the world.” You rested your hands on both of his cheeks, mumbling something in a language only you understood. “And I’ll be there to protect you. Always…”

“You can’t keep doing this, Sherlock!” you shouted at him, hiding your face in your hands with a sigh. The guy you had a huge crush on just met your overprotective older brother and now… there was no chance he’d ever talk to you again. “Just… why exactly have you done this?” you asked, still processing what had just happened. If only mother warned you that your brother came to visit… maybe you’d leave school earlier.

“What do you mean, would you really like to date a guy with a controlling step-mother?” Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, before offering you an arm. Fifteen years had passed since the day you were born, but he was still afraid you’d break like glass. You were his little butterfly, who had to be kept safe at all costs.

“I already have a controlling older brother, you can say I’ve got some experience.” You scoffed at him and narrowed your eyes. As always, he didn’t see any problem with startling all your friends with his deducing skills. He never did, even though you explained it to him. Twice… Eventually, you had to give in and wrap your arm around his. “But that isn’t even the problem, Sherlock. Why do you always have to do this?”

“You know why – I’ll always be there to protect you.” His promise (which he never allowed you to call a promise) always lingered above your head. You had caring parents, but also living quite isolated life. There weren’t many children around when you were growing up and if there were – they usually tried to bully you for being the freak’s sister. Not that Sherlock ever allowed them to lay a single finger on you. “Especially from morons like this. I can tell you about his gross morning routine, if you want…”

“I think I’ve heard enough for today.” You rolled your eyes at him, before sending a tender smile his way. Despite him being the strangest person you’d known, you loved him with all your heart. He was your favourite member of the family, mostly because Mycroft always tried to mock you two and bring you down. “You know that there’ll come a person who you won’t be able to scare away, right? One day you’ll have to accept whoever that person might be.”

His face changed slightly, normal person wouldn’t even notice. But you weren’t an average human being. You were his baby sister, who always could get him out of his comfort/sociopathic zone. “I won’t give up easily.”

A resigned and yet amused sigh escaped your lips. “Oh, I know…”

#sherlock #sherlock imagine #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock imagines #sherlock oneshot #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader oneshot #sherlock holmes imagines #sherlock inserts

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assholemurphy · 7 years ago

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Steve/Jonathan

Summary: After another incident of abuse against the party, Steve gets pissed off and tells Jonathan what he's been up to. Hearing about the abuse pushes Jonathan over the edge and he decides to send him a warning, but they're interrupted by Billy, who starts a fight. In the aftermath and clean up, Jonathan and Steve discuss their relationship.

Written for Stonathan Week 2017 - Prompt: Monster Hunting

Rating: Teen

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Warnings: Violence, Homophobia, Slurs, Referenced Child Abuse

Steve knew he liked Jonathan, a hell of a lot, but the second he said “Let’s go. I’m tired of Billy’s shit,” he knew he was in love.

Most people, when confronted with Billy’s bullshit and abuse, simply suggested going to the cops or telling a parent and having them deal with it, and nothing against Hopper or the party’s parents – with the exception of Mr. Wheeler, he could choke as far as Steve was concerned – but that wasn’t going to help the situation. Billy wasn’t going to listen to authority figures talking diplomacy, he only understood when you spoke his language, and Jonathan seemed to be the first person to really understand that. So, when Steve had grumbled that they needed to do something about him, he hadn’t expected anyone to agree, but Jonathan had, and it proved to Steve that he was, once again, the man of his dreams. A man of action.

However, as he knew from experience, it took a lot to get Jonathan angry, even more to get him angry to the point of willingly going along with what could only be called violent disturbing of the peace, but after Steve had told him what Will had told him on the car ride home, he was ready to commit murder. Billy really should have known not to mess with the younger Byers, but Billy and Jonathan hadn’t really met, so he supposed it wasn’t Billy’s fault for not understanding the rage of an older brother who had literally just gotten his brother back only to find out he was being bullied by a near-adult.

It wasn’t just his abuse of Will, he was fucking with the whole party, especially Max and Lucas because Billy was, as Steve had so eloquently put it “A racist pile of steaming horseshit.” And he’d really done it this time, because Lucas had gotten hurt in the process, which was the catalyst for Steve’s anger. That bastard had followed the party home from school after Max had ditched him to hang out at the arcade with her friends, and ran them off the road again. Steve hadn’t known about the first time until this evening, or this would have most likely happened a lot sooner. Billy had almost hit Lucas, purposely chasing him down for longer up until the point when he swerved to avoid being hit and went head first into a tree, leaving him with a rather large bump, which Steve had worried might have been a concussion, but after multiple reassurances from both Dustin and Will, had calmed down enough to realize that it wasn’t anything too serious. He had a few bruises, as well, and a couple scrapes on his face, but he had insisted he was fine and didn’t need Steve to baby him.

The party had done their best to calm Steve down and had succeeded in stopping him from going directly to Billy’s house and getting his ass handed to him almost immediately. It wasn’t until he’d brought Will home after a night of Dungeons and Dragons, that he’d met up with Jonathan and they’d collectively decided that something had to be done. Steve brought Will home most nights, because Ms. Byers still didn’t want him riding his bike home at night, which was understandable, so Steve had volunteered, partly because he liked Will, but mainly because it gave him a chance to see Jonathan, and it worked out just as well, because Steve was already at the Wheeler household studying with Nancy.

Nancy and Steve had made up and were on better terms, both realizing they weren’t the best for her, and she was helping him with his college essays, so he could potentially get in next year. He was aiming for somewhere in New York, so he could follow Jonathan, and he was willing to work as hard as he needed to get in. Which meant a lot of study sessions and plenty of rewritten essays. He was getting better, though, and he was sure he’d have it right by time for early consideration.

He’d been there for her when she and Jonathan had broken up a few months prior. Jonathan had broken it off, not really giving much of a reason beyond he didn’t think he was what she needed. Steve had been not so subtly trying to flirt with him ever since. It was no secret that Steve was bisexual, at least, not from the trio, anyway. Steve didn’t go around telling everyone, but Nancy had figured it out from the way he stared at Jonathan and, now that they weren’t dating anymore, she fully supported him in his endeavor to get Jonathan Byers to go out with him. The only problem was that Steve was too scared to ask him. They had a great friendship going and he didn’t want to ruin it. Nancy had assured him he wouldn’t, though, and so he’d gotten bolder in his attempts at wooing him.

Now, after a long conversation with Will about Billy’s abuse and how often it happened, which turned out to be at least weekly, and he was attacking the whole party, even shoved Will into a wall at the theater one day when he was with Mike and called him a fag. Will had had to restrain Mike to keep him from going after him, which would not have ended well. Jonathan was understandably pissed when Steve had told him.

“We need to do something about this motherfucking prick,” Jonathan all but growled as he opened the door of his house, ushering Steve out into the warm night’s air.

Steve snorted, “Wow, Jonny, I’ve never heard you use such strong language before.”

“Shut up and get in the car,” Jonathan told him before pausing, “You still got my bat?”

“It’s my bat now, and yes, it’s in my trunk,” Steve confirmed. He’d kept it around and had no intention of letting it go any time soon. That bat would come with him to college if necessary. He wasn’t taking any chances with the Upside Down.

“Then we’re taking your car. Keys?” Jonathan held up his hand, waiting for Steve to give them to him.

“It’s my car!”

“Keys,” Jonathan demanded ,and Steve raised his eyebrows but tossed him the keys.

“I love it when you get all bossy,” Steve flirted. Truthfully, Steve was a little too happy to see Jonathan in overprotective big brother mode. Not only was it hot, but it made him feel saner, since he wasn’t the only one Billy was pissing off.

They drove towards Billy’s house as soon as Steve gave him directions. He’d had to pick Max up a few times when her brother’s abuse got too bad. Steve took the time to go through Jonathan’s mix tape collection as one of them played, blaring out The Smiths. “You make these?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nodded.

“What’s a guy gotta do to get one?”

“I don’t know. Why? You want one?” Jonathan asked, looking over at Steve as he went through the tapes.

“A little bit, yeah,” Steve admitted.

“Would you actually listen to it? It’s not gonna be some Cyndi Lauper bullshit, you know that, right?”

“I figured. I’ll listen to it.”

“Why do you want one?”

“Because-” Because I want to know what songs you associate with our friendship, with me. “I don’t know, I just want one. Nancy got one.”

“I was dating Nancy,” Jonathan pointed out.

Steve smiled and turned his head towards Jonathan, not joking as much as he wished he was, “Are you saying I have to date you to get a mix tape? Because if that’s the price I gotta pay-”

Jonathan snorted and shook his head, “I’ll make you one.”

Steve grinned as they pulled up to Billy’s place, but it soon disappeared when Jonathan parked the car. They had business to attend to and now was not the time for flirting.

Jonathan immediately went to the trunk to pull out the bat. Billy’s car was in the driveway and as soon as Jonathan had the bat in his hands, Steve knew what was about to happen. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Probably not,” Jonathan shrugged. Needless violence wasn’t like him, but as far as he was concerned, this wasn’t needless at all. Billy needed to learn who the fuck he was messing with and it didn’t look like anybody else was willing to step up.

“We could get arrested!” Steve hissed, starting to regret the decision to come. If they were just going to confront Billy, it would be one thing, but this could get them in serious trouble.

“Okay, first off, my mom’s dating the chief, we’ll be fine. Secondly, we’ll just tell them everything Billy’s been doing to the kids and he’ll get in even more trouble, so there’s no way in hell he’ll call the cops,” Jonathan assured him, making his way to Billy’s car.

“Sound logic,” Steve sighed, feeling a little bit better, but still wary of the task at hand. He had to admit, it would be a very powerful message to send.

Jonathan nodded and lifted the bat over his head, smirking at Steve before bringing it down on the car’s windshield. The resulting sound of glass cracking shook the quiet neighborhood. Jonathan brought it down a couple more times until the windshield was destroyed. He stood back to admire his work. Billy’s windshield was completely shattered and caved it. He didn’t do it often, but when he did get angry, he made it count. “There. A warning.”

Jonathan started back towards the car, ready to go when the front door of the house opened. Steve realized way too late that if Billy’s car was here, then that meant he was here, too. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan breathed out, his hand on the door’s handle.

“What the fuck did you do to my fucking car? What the hell?” Billy exploded out the door, running to his car to check out the damage. He pushed the hair back from his forehead, not quite believing what he was seeing. He shook his head, trying to process what had happened. “My dad’s gonna kill me.”

“Steve.” Jonathan urged, trying to get Steve’s attention, but Steve was completely focused on the horror story unfolding in front of them.

“He’s gonna kill me, and it’s all your fault,” Billy snarled before charging towards Steve, giving him a look that froze him in place.

“Steve! Steve, get in the car!”

He heard Jonathan, but he couldn’t do anything. He was like a deer in headlights and Billy was the oncoming car about to end his life. Well, he supposed it had been a good one. Sure, he had a few regrets, but what were they in comparison to this one?

“Harrington. I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Steve, car!”

Steve stayed frozen as Billy stopped in front of him. He had all of two seconds to flinch before Billy’s fist connected with his face and he tasted blood in his mouth. The side of his face exploded with pain and he vaguely heard Jonathan yelling in the background.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!”

Billy got in a couple more hits, bloodying Steve’s nose and catching him under the eye before he was dragged off him, Jonathan pulling him away.

Steve blinked, getting his bearings and taking in the scene before him. Jonathan and Billy stood toe to toe, Billy shouting obscenities and Jonathan giving him a look of barely concealed rage.

Steve couldn’t tell who swung first, but within seconds, fists were flying. Jonathan clearly had the upper hand, more in control of himself than Billy could ever be, his anger wasn’t getting the better of him. Billy got in quite a few hits, though, and if Steve had been able to pick himself up off the ground, then he would have tried to help, but he wasn’t sure it was safe to go near them and Jonathan seemed to be handling himself.

Jonathan finally shoved Billy back against the car, holding him up with an arm to his throat. They’re both bloody and beaten up, but Jonathan wasn’t done. “You stay the fuck away from my brother and his friends. Do you understand?”

“Fuck you and fuck your faggot boyfriend,” Billy spat, struggling to get free. Jonathan didn’t look very strong, but he was holding Billy in place fairly well.

“Do you fucking understand?” He growled out, shoving his arm further against Billy’s throat.

“Go to hell, you motherfucking freak!”

“I swear to god, if I hit you again, I’m not gonna stop until you quit breathing, you piece of shit. Stay away from my brother, stay away from Max and Lucas, all of them. And stay the fuck away from Steve.” Billy had caused too much pain to his friends, he wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. If they couldn’t settle it like adults, Jonathan was more than happy to act just as childish as Billy.

“Gotta protect your bitch of a boyfriend, right?” Billy smiled, his teeth bloody and it hurt but he did it anyway. He managed to push Jonathan back just far enough, so he wasn’t touching the car anymore. “I always knew he was a fucking queer, I just didn’t know he was the one who took it up the ass.”

Jonathan shoved him back against the car with an audible thump, raising his fist.

“Jonathan! Let him go, we can leave, alright?” Steve called, finally getting to his feet. He wasn’t going to let Jonathan keep going. It was honestly a little scary seeing him like this. He wondered if he’d always been capable of this type of rage or if losing Will had changed him. Either way, it was over, Billy wasn’t worth getting arrested for. “He’s not worth it. It’s over.”

Jonathan stared at Billy for the longest time, but finally let him go, Billy slumping against the car. “Damn right. I knew you didn’t have the guts to finish it.”

“You want me to keep going?” Jonathan asked, not even turning around. He wanted to go home, to clean his face up, and to calm down. He hated being angry, it reminded him too much of Lonnie.

“I’m not afraid of you, you fucking cocksucker!” Billy raised his voice as Jonathan got farther away.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, “If you keep shouting you’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood. And your dad.”

“The fuck you know about my dad?” Billy asked, taking a few steps towards them.

Jonathan spun around, staring at Billy, “I know enough. I know he beats you, kicks the shit out of you and calls you worthless. I know he broke your nose last Christmas because you forgot to call him ‘sir.’ And I know that you’re just like him.”

“I’m nothing like him!” Billy shouted in offense.

“You both hurt people to make yourselves feel better. You’re both dicks. You both hurt people who look up to you, who need you to be stable, who need you to care about them, but instead you treat them like shit. You’re exactly alike and you know it.”

Billy crossed his arms, getting defensive, “And so what? Why should I apologize for being what he’s made me?”

“Because you don’t get to be a dick, that’s not how the world works. You think you’re the only one with a shitty father? Grow the hell up, Billy. You’re not the only person getting hurt here.” Jonathan knew first hand what it was like to be shoved around, but instead of taking it out on Will, he’d done everything he could to protect him, to show him the love he hadn’t gotten. Billy was just a bad example of abuse victims. He didn’t have to be like he was, but he didn’t try to change, and that was the problem. It was so easy to give into the anger, to let it consume you and to hurt others the way you’d been hurt, but being better was hard. Loving people, caring about them, trusting them, that was hard, and Billy didn’t want to put forth the effort to do it. So, he stayed the way he was, stagnant and sad, and honestly, Jonathan would have felt sorry for him if he hadn’t been such a dick to the people he cared about. Might’ve even offered to help him be better, but he could tell from the way Billy reacted, he didn’t want to be better, and Jonathan felt bad for all the people in his life that had to deal with him. Max had to deal with his abuse, and yet she’d turned out better. If a child could be better, then there was no fucking excuse for Billy’s grown ass to be as bad as he was.

“And why should I care? Nobody cares about me, so what do I owe them?” Billy snapped, glaring at Jonathan. He didn’t give two shits what he had to say. He liked himself, and that was all that mattered.

“Maybe they would if you weren’t such a colossal prick. Maybe if you let people care about you instead of hurting them. Do you want to care about your father? Do you want to love him? No, of course not! So, why should anyone love you?” Jonathan reasoned, shaking his head. He was done with the conversation, and done with Billy. “I’m going home, Billy. Touch my family again and I’ll break your fingers.”

“Whatever, you fucking fag. I don’t need your advice.” Billy stomped off into the house, slamming the door behind him.

Jonathan leaned against the car for a moment, in pain and relived it was over, before opening the door and sliding into the front seat, asking “You okay, Steve?”

“Me? What about you? You look like you went ten rounds with Mike Tyson,” Steve shook his head as he closed the door.

“I’m fine. I’ve had worse,” Jonathan shrugged, wincing slightly. “Some Tylenol and some sleep will fix it.”

Steve looked him over, taking stock of his visible injuries, “You really kicked his ass.”

“Maybe he’ll leave them alone now.” That was all they could hope for.

“If not, we go to Hopper, he’ll arrest him, right?”

“If he can get enough evidence.”

Steve sighed and looked out the window as they drove, blood drying on his face. “Go to my house, so we can get cleaned up. I doubt you want your mom to see you like this, right?”

“Good idea,” Jonathan said, turning to get on the street that lead to Steve’s place. He didn’t even want to think about what his mother would say if she saw him like this. He wasn’t in the mood for a lecture or to be coddled, he just wanted his head to stop hurting.

“Well, I am full of them. Hey, did you grab my bat?” Steve asked, suddenly worried.

“Yeah, it’s in the backseat. I put it there when I was trying to get you in the car.”

Steve looked in the back, confirming that the bat was indeed there. “Yeah, sorry, I just kinda froze.”

“It’s alright.” Jonathan understood. He knew what it was like to freeze up. But seeing Steve get attacked had triggered something in him. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from jumping in to save him.

They stopped outside Steve’s house and sat in silence for a moment before Steve opened the car door. Jonathan came around the side and handed him his keys so he could unlock the front door.

Once inside, Steve immediately took Jonathan to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He handed a rag to Jonathan and took on for himself, cleaning the dried blood from his face. He’d have a bruise in the morning, but compared to how Jonathan’s face would look, that was nothing. Once their faces were cleaned up, so they could see the damage better, Steve pulled out a first aid kit and set it on the counter.

“Here, let me help you put your face back together.”

“Okay, but honestly, how bad is it?” Jonathan asked, looking at himself in the mirror.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugged, smiling at Jonathan, “I still think you’re pretty.”

Jonathan looked down for a moment, like he was considering what to do before looking back at Steve and reaching out to tangle a fist in his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It was gentle and slow, hesitant, and Steve was too shocked to do anything but stand there. His brain finally kicked in as he felt Jonathan let go.

“I’m sorry, I-” That was as much as Jonathan could get out before Steve pulled him into another kiss, letting one hand tangle in his hair and the other wrap around his waist to pull him closer. Jonathan kissed back, cupping the side of Steve’s face with his hand. It was hungry and sloppy and their faces still hurt, but neither of them cared. Steve backed Jonathan up until he was pressed against the wall and Jonathan hummed his approval.

They finally broke apart and Steve smiled at Jonathan, “So, what was that for? Not that I’m complaining, just, you know, curious.”

Jonathan furrowed his brow, letting his hand drop, “I just- When I saw him hit you, I don’t know how to explain it, but I was so scared and angry. Then, here, with you, maybe it’s the adrenaline talking, I don’t know, but I’ve noticed your flirting and I’m not sure how to reciprocate it, but I would really like it if, I don’t know, we could go out some time?” Jonathan was painfully aware of how many times he said he didn’t know, but luckily, the smile stayed on Steve’s face.

“Even if I’m a fag who takes it up the ass?” Steve joked.

“I guess I can deal with that,” Jonathan shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind me being a motherfucking freak.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect,” Steve laughed, pulling away. “Now, we really do need to fix your face.”

#stonathanweek2017 #stonathan #stonathan fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stranger things fanfiction #yes jonathan is a bit ooc #but he's been pushed to his limit this year and i mean #his anger is justified #my fics #stranger things fic #stonathan fic

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stellarbisexual · 7 years ago

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S2E1 AAAAH

OK HERE WE GO MY BEANS

OK so they’ve definitely taken our criticisms of them not using enough actors of color to heart, well done, Duffer Brothers, even if it’s #008 who we’re seeing for 5 seconds!

SKIP INTRO? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NETFLIX? THAT’S LIKE 80% OF THE EXCITEMENT RIGHT THERE

IS IT WRONG THAT MY MAD ABOUT YOU LOVING ASS IS MOST EXCITED FOR PAUL REISER hahahahahaha

Yusssssss MADMAX

EEEEEEE DUSTIN & LUCAS MY BROTP FOR LIFE OK

I fucking love Lucas, bye.

MIKE MY BISEXUAL SON HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

“What are you doing on this channel? IDK PINING OVER MY TELEKINETIC GF”

Whip It? RLY music dept? RLY?

OMFG WILL BYERS IS AT THE FUCKING ARCADE ABOUT TO HAVE FUN. OMFG WINONA RYDER MAKING A SPECIAL APPEARANCE AS EDDIE KASPBRAK’S OVERPROTECTIVE MOM.

“YEAH SPILL IT, KEIIIITH” lmfaoooo

“I’m not prostituting my sister” ahahahahaha

TBH I feel like my boys have become way more adolescent bo than they were in S1 and it’s bringing me equal parts joy and dismay

WILL BB NO *holds my gay son to my bosom*

Byeler Moment #1 fuck me up omfg Mike is so much taller I’m destroyed

Hawkins 80s Montage, woooot

O HAI HOPPER “GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE” LOML

Yes he’s even more grizzled and over it than everrrrrr <3

(Fun fact I’m the lady who swapped Hopper’s donut for an apple)

omg i looooove coverup!hopper, bless. this is like fucking sheriff valenti on roswell shit.

STEEB! Bad boy with big hair turned good. Lol poor boy can’t write an essay for shit. Oh SHIT is he meeting Nancy’s parents for the first time?

Ooh plot twist Steve’s graduating but Nancy still has another year left

Oh snap that new ginger Max in the house with her mullety bro looking like Henry Bowers and Hugh Dancy’s lovechild bwaaaa

Also THX for that male objectification <3

omg Will is getting BULLIED on top of all this shit?> W H Y

I officially ship Max/Eleven ahaha

OH HI SAMWISE GAMGEE <3 GET IT JOYCE

Oh no wonder Hopper is such a grouchy MF

Can we all agree NancyxJonathanxSteve are poly tho?

FYI from here on out Mike shall henceforth be referred to as BMW (Bisexual Mike Wheeler)

omg f outta here with your sexist bs gay will abd bmw

“He’s quiet today” Byeler Moment #2 BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I cannot even express how protective I feel over Will motherfucking Byers ok

PAUL REISER BLESSING US ALL WITH HIS PRESENCE

oh babe, don’t tell them anything, my poor child

“Not me.... everyone else.” RLY THO that is some OMEN shit

Hopper your jealousy is showing

<3333 Dustin & Lucas sharing a crush is my life

oooh BMW actin’ up! i fucking hate his parents tho tbh

Aww BARB’s parents <3 I am cry

HEY DON’T YOU DARE BESMIRCH MY BF HOPPER

OK BMW JUST STAB ME IN MY MILEVEN LOVING HEART “I’m still here”

Damn my boy is pining hard tho

BYERS BROTHER FEELS i can’t deal with how protective jonathan is

Overjoyed at Sean Astin’s nerdy ass

Hey guys uhhhhh attention Will Byers is Not Okay

EEEEEEEEEEEEE ELEVEN MY DAUGHTER

HOPPER IS JUST STRAIGHT UP HIDING HER

BMW ABOUT TO B L O W A GASKET WHEN HE FINDS OUT OK

Hopper’s totally her dad now tho so I can’t be mad

#stranger things spoilers #sts2 livetumbling #mileven #byeler

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wits-writing · 7 years ago

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IT: Chapter One movie review

Picture a middle school classroom back around 2006; the class has been asked to write short essays about things that scared them in the past and present them to everyone. Later, when the time came to present these papers, was when I first learned about the 1990 mini-series based on Stephen King’s novel IT. The descriptions of why my classmates where frightened by this made-for-TV movie were all my younger self needed to know that I didn’t want to find out any more. To this day, I’ve only ever seen small clips of Tim Curry’s performance from that mini-series and never felt any need to read the book. However, over time I began to give more of a chance to horror films and when I saw some of the positive reception the new version has been getting, I decided to give it a shot.

Bearing the on-screen title IT: Chapter One, directed by Andy Muschietti, is an intense ride of horror takes the familiar tale of a group of social outcasts in Derry, Maine during the summer of 1989 who catch onto the fact that a string of child disappearances in the town are connected to a malevolent force woven into the fabric of the town itself, eventually deciding that they need to be the ones to do something about it.

[Full review under the cut]

The Losers Club form the film’s heart that keeps the story going through all the scares and apathy of life around them. The seven of them; Bill (Jaeden Liehberher), Ben (Jeremy Ray Taylor), Bev (Sophia Lillis), Stan (Wyatt Oleff), Richie (Finn Wolfhard), Mike (Chosen Jacobs), and Eddie (Jack Dylan Grazer), all have different baggage from their personal lives and giving each other the strength to deal with that stuff helps them stand up and fight back.

Bill’s little brother Georgie (Jackson Robert Scott), was among the first in the town to disappear and has been unable to process it for months afterward. Despite a lack of social graces due to his stutter, Bill finds himself the de facto leader of the Losers as the one most prepared to go up against the force stalking them. Ben, due to his weight and being the new kid in Derry, finds himself an easy target for bullying, so he tries to keep his head down until he starts making friends with the rest the group. Bev, the lone girl in the group, is subjected to many pressures in her life, from her peers spreading hurtful rumors about her to her possessively abusive father, finally gets a chance to relax by hanging out with the boys over the summer. Stan lives his life under the pressure of his Rabbi father to set forth a good image for their family and he’s hesitant in following the journey. Richie is the loudmouth of the group and the most likely to argue with Bill over whether they should even continue towards this mad goal. Mike is a home-schooled kid living on the outskirts of Derry with his grandfather and as one of the few black people in Derry, gets harassed by the town bullies telling him to leave “their town.” Eddie has been raised to be an overly cautious hypochondriac by his overprotective mother, which means he often gets dragged into situations he wants no part of throughout the film.

All the young actors who make up the Losers are good performers who you can believe form these social bonds with each other as quickly as they do. Many of the film’s best parts are dedicated to them simply doing stuff together before any horror creeps in and it’s a great rapport to watch. The big moments where they stand together against the things threatening them, both natural and supernatural, are among the most cathartic in any film this year. Special mention goes to the rock war moment where the Losers help Mike fight back against the town bullies, led by the sociopathic Henry Bowers (Nicholas Hamilton), watching these outcasts not hesitate to help someone they barely know against one of the worst people in their lives is enough to bring a smile to my face. The ensemble works well together on screen and mostly gets a good balance out of all of them, though Mike and Stan unfortunately get the short straw when it comes to overall development. By the time the third act rolls around, it’s totally believable that these kids would face down literal monsters for each other.

The monster itself, Pennywise the Dancing Clown played primarily by Bill Skarsgård, enjoys the everything leading up to the kill as much as the kill itself. It finds ways to get personal with its victims, exploiting their anxieties to get the reaction it wants out of them. Skarsgård is at his best in this role when he’s given the chance to menace the Losers by making minor appearance while something else is going on. The movie makes a connection between Pennywise and the bullies that pick on the Losers, down to certain taunts and injuries dealt by the clown mirroring stuff the bullies did earlier. The fact that Pennywise is a supernaturally more sadistic type of bully than what the Losers already face every day is an interesting kind of terror to behold considering how the normal bullies are already uniquely sadistic.

The effects for Pennywise are accomplished through a mixture of CGI, makeup, and practical effects and they all blend together in an effective manner to portray its supernatural ability to bend reality around people while building towards the kill. The major monster moments in the film rely the most on this aspect of filmmaking to be effective and a few of them got me to jump in my seat, especially the moments where Pennywise shifts between forms. Monster movies need a level of terrifying spectacle for everything else to build from and IT: Chapter One is fully capable of delivering on that front.

Aside from the monstrous circus performer, Derry, Maine is dripping with more mundane flavors of horror that helps fuel Pennywise’s ability to operate in the town the way he does. Its influence is everywhere, but most apparent in how apathetic many of the townspeople are to what goes on around them. One more missing child poster can get put up while another is taken down and forgotten. We even get the chance to see this attitude start to take hold in our protagonists when some of them consider giving up the fight against It.

Muschietti’s direction on IT: Chapter One is the key ingredient in bringing all the elements at play in the film together. The mood of Derry permeates the film as Muschietti builds tension without tedium as things moves along from one major moment to another. There are a few things in the way the story is told that don’t quite work, like that aside from Bev and Eddie we don’t get too much of a sense of any of the Losers’ home lives, but in exchange we get one of the best examples of pacing in a film this year. I get the feeling most horror movie fans have already made their minds up about this one, but if you’re like myself and don’t typically go in for the genre, I say IT is worth checking out on the big screen.

#IT 2017 #IT Chapter One #Wit's Writing #Movie Review #Andy Muschietti #Stephen King #Bill Skarsgard #horror movies #horror

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glenngaylord · 7 years ago

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DANGER THINGS - My Review of IT (4 Stars)

I came into this version of IT a stranger to the book and 1990 miniseries. I knew that it was about a killer clown and involved a bunch of kids, so I expected a light, somewhat sanitized horror film along the lines of POLTERGEIST, with a little STAND BY ME and GOONIES thrown in for good measure. What I got in return was a genuinely scary, well-acted, visceral scare-fest which perhaps takes on too much story, but proved to be a totally fun ride. Did I mention I jumped out of my seat about 6 times?

Director Andy Muschietti (MAMA) and ANNABELLE writers Chase Palmer and Gary Dauberman along with TRUE DETECTIVE’s Cary Fukunaga have adapted the first half of Stephen King’s giant novel from 1986. The second half, of course, has already been greenlit; an obvious move considering the giant success it saw on opening weekend. Set at the end of a 1988 school year in Derry, Maine, IT follows a group of teenaged outcasts who each face some serious personal problems.

At the beginning, we meet little Georgie (Jackson Robert Scott) and his stuttering older brother Bill (a terrific Jaeden Lieberher) who apply wax to a paper boat to be played with outside on the rainy neighborhood streets. When the boat sails right into the sewer, an unfortunate meeting with a clown named Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård, son of Stellan and brother to Alexander) sets the story in motion. Much like the opening scene from Episode 1, Season 1 of THE WALKING DEAD, this sequence puts a kid in real, bloody peril and kicks off the film with a strong pronouncement that it’s definitely not for children who can’t handle a LOT of intense violence and scares.

Skarsgård makes an incredible first impression with his sweet eyes, odd tics, and Swedish accent that throws you completely off balance. Just watch the way his head shakes when he says, “I’m Pennywise, the dancing clown”. Yikes! It’s horrifying and the stuff that would have given me profound nightmares as a kid. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ll have nightmares now and can honestly say I will never go near a sewer for the rest of my days.

A month after the inciting incident, we meet the rest of the kids, which include:

Stan (Wyatt Oleff), the Jewish kid and Rabbi’s son who is failing at his Bar Mitzvah preparations (is there anything more terrifying than failing at becoming a man?) Mike (Chosen Jacobs), a sheep farmer’s son who can’t stomach the violence inherent in his work Richie (Finn Wolfhard), a hilarious smack talker. Wolfhard you’ll recognize as Michael from STRANGER THINGS. They hide him behind Coke bottle glasses, but his presence, despite a really good performance, in another Spielbergian, 80’s story in which little kids ride around on bikes, is a little distracting. Beverly (Sophia Lillis), the girl everyone wrongfully dismisses as “loose” but who, instead, has a very real, very dark family life Ben (Jeremy Ray Taylor), the pudgy, bullied New Kids On The Block-lovin’ newbie with an endearing crush on Beverly Eddie (Jack Dylan Grazer), the kindly kid with an overprotective (and very creepy) mother

One by one, Pennywise appears to these kids in a series of extremely frightening set pieces. As a child, I was always afraid of the basement, a creepy painting, a dank tunnel, an empty storage room, and bullies. Muschietti faces these head on, taking his time, building fear and suspense and using silences effectively. The appearance of a floating red balloon before Pennywise’s entrances reminded me of the dread-filled bouncing ball from MARATHON MAN. Stan fears a Modigliani-esque painting of a woman, and Muschietti has figured out exactly what’s scary about it -her crooked face, dead eyes, and completely silent focus.

Eventually, our kids, nicknamed THE LOSER’S CLUB, band together to confront Pennywise. Along the way, they face a group of bullies who have their own agenda. Again, I was impressed by how far this film goes in drawing real blood. It’s often brutal and provides real stakes for our heroic gang. GOONIES always annoyed me because I never felt a real sense of danger. The tone was just a lot of screaming. Here, each child has some tough things going on in their lives, so Pennywise’s appearances have real (ahem) bite.

With this many characters, the story often becomes a little unwieldy. IT has a generous running time and the filmmakers have taken great care with each character. Sure, at times, it’s a bit overwritten, with kids speaking with an adult awareness (like in STAND BY ME), but it eventually builds to something quite touching and the children give mostly natural, unfussy performances, so all is forgiven.

Muschietti is working with a great cinematographer here, Chung-hoon Chung (THE HANDMAIDEN), and this film is very well directed. Sure, it’s pure Spielberg, but even he never got this vicious when children were involved. This style of filmmaking is refreshing in this age of quick cuts and lack of nuance. It’s paced like the classic 80s movies it emulates, and that’s a very good thing. The last act is a bit overblown and filled with a lot of CGI, just like every blockbuster suffers from these days, but at least you care about what’s happening to these people.

Now let’s talk about Pennywise. Skarsgård makes a big splash here. In the clips I saw from the miniseries, Tim Curry plays him louder, broader and with a thick New York accent. It came across as a little vaudeville, Jimmy Durante schtick. Brazen but not haunting. In the new film, despite the fact that Pennywise isn’t given too much back story, his presence is bone-chilling at times. Whether he’s bursting out from another body, baring his teeth, jumping out unexpectedly, posing like a dog, erupting with crazy crab claws, shaking wildly, or doing his hokey dance, you just can’t take your eyes off this creation. Just his voice gave me goosebumps. In the second chapter of the book, we fast forward to years later when our kids have grown into adulthood. With all of the trauma they suffered as children, I can’t wait to see how fucked up they are when IT returns in a couple of years.

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Kid meme~ Lass and (Kav's??) Zero~

IF THEY HAD A KID MEME || send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. @bite-x-the-x-bullet

The Kiryuu twins : Parents - Zero Kiryuu and Lass Neal Isolet

Name: Mikhail Kiryuu (Mike) Older twin.

Gender: Male

Race: Demon (With Hunter anti-abilities)

General Appearance: Silvery white hair like his parents, and have a Heterochromia, a condition where he have dual eye colours. (Lavender and blue). Often be seen adorning hair pins or Bobby pins on the side, keeping his bangs away from covering his face fully. Ear piercing like his father and quite fashionable.

Personality: Mikhail is generally a cheerful personality, alienated from his two usually composed and quite parents. Often they both wondered whose personality Mikhail had inherited from. But it was undeniably, he is both of his parent’s at their youth, as Lass is a rather happy and mischief prankster, and Zero was before his tragedies. Although he is all sass, smiles, flamboyant, or teasing, he has little romantic interest in anyone… sought out to please his parents and pester his younger twin sibling.To be believe he’s weaker and likely to coward behind his younger brother, in actuality, with all joke aside, Mikhail is much stronger than his sibling and someone to be fearful against when angered. But he doesn’t like to display his strength and often have the tendency to be dramatic and ‘pretend’ to play the weak victim and mindfuck others.

Special Talents: Anti-abilities, having inherited Zero’s strength, skills and abilities… it blooms within Mikhail that blended with Lass’ blood of a demon, causing him having the ability to negate and nullify any other abilities or become the opposite. At best his strength are still questionable as he is still growing.Although have taken Zero’s anti abilities as a hunter, Mikhail taken more from Lass’ speed style, close quarter combat and shadow steps of an Assassin. He often uses his speed to sneak upon his parents and brother…. mostly to pull pranks on them.

Who they like better: Mikhail liked both of them, but tends to deviant toward Lass, often taking his items, just for attention… or cuddle him.

Who they take after more: That is questionable…. not even either parents can answer this question.

Personal Head canon: Mikhail is the utter opposite of his parents and brother. The only one in the family to be optimistic, bubbly, energetic and high spirit enough to drive both parents insane. He’s the kid who would break some rules to steal cookies in the jar. Either does he mind dress up in drag… ashamed his body is too much masculine to pass as a women, and Lass would likely make him sit in the time out corner just for being cheeky.If Zero the father would ground or punish him, Mikhail would run to Lass with puppy eyes and cuddle him. One would think he’s the baby of the family, not the older twin.In spite of his less than mature mannerism, Mikhail can easily drop the silliness in a heart beat. His temper and viciousness would equally match his parents, and he is often exhibit sadism in cruelty and torture like Lass… if it was necessary. It is a darker side of his personality, Mikhail wanted to avoid.His exclaimed to be happy and dandy, is for the sake of his family, and wanting to brighten up the house. Mikhail is often be seen to be plotting pranks on the Vampire councils and the HA members, from causing their clothing to be swapped, hair dyed in varies colour, flooding with rats and mice etc etc. The mayhem never ceased to disturb the peace.

Face Claim: A/N, drew this myself using Zero and Lass’ reference for the face, the entire art is mine.

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Name: Amias Kiryuu (Amia) Younger twin.

Gender: Male.

Race: Vampire (Underworld vampire level uncertain)

General Appearance: Amias resembled Zero the most with his hair style… saved for the tail end, few strands long and mostly uneven. Ear piercing to match his father and brother, and his mother too. Wearing casual attire and always have a leather choker on. He too have a Heterochromia, a condition where he have dual eye colours. (Lavender and blue).

Personality: Unlike his older twin, Amias display more mature mannerism, and often is more serious of the two. The one who is quiet and utterly opposite of his brother, whilst being the one to resembled their parents the most in the severe quietness and composed personality. Unlike his brother caring for fashion sense, Amias couldn’t care less about clothing and appearance, he only cared about skills, talents and promotion. In concern, both parents often worried this child would grow to be like them, something they preferred to avoid involving their children in tragedies and the horror of the world has to offer. But they both knew Amias is distance isn’t because he’s cold, it is because he’s painfully timid and shy, he does not know how to approach others or being approached. Resulting a defensive mechanism to freezes up.

Special Talents: Amias inherited Lass’ latent abilities in magic, whilst adopted Zero’s style in range. Unlike Lass who cannot fully control his Blue Flames of the underworld, Amias easily control an ability only demon of his clan could. He has a remarkable talent in magic and processes high intellect, quick thinking and processing things ten times faster than normal individual.

Who they like better: Both, but he tends to alleviate toward Zero and often hides behind him in case of being timid or shy of strangers.

Who they take after more: Undoubtedly Zero.

Personal Head canon: Amias is often the child who hides behind Zero’s pants leg, sought out strength and courage from his father, whilst finding comfort and tenderness from his mother. Majority of the time he would greet Zero when he comes home, or sit on his laps whilst his father is working at his desk.. or generally wants to ride on his shoulder.Amias is the one who often scowls at Mikhail for being silly, yet he relies heavily on Mikhail’s outgoing personality to ease away any awkwardness. In a way they both clash and compliment each other. Because both twins has a potential in the future can surpass their parents, he is often be seen with Mikhail overprotective of his parents. Burning the vampire council’s pants off if they gave Zero a hard time. (Or Lass’) Or generally by accident set the offices in the Hunter Association on fire because they are causing Zero to frown more.With due fact Amias has demonic in him, his vampiric level is uncertain. He is referred as Vampire of the Underworld, as his mother is once, the demon of the underworld.When Lazy, Amias is often be seen using his powers to levitate instead of walking normally.

Face Claim: N/A Art belongs to me, references using Zero and Lass’ face, and random image on google for pose.

#moonlit-theft #「✲; Ask.」#「Meme」#「Miscellaneous」#bite-x-the-x-bullet #((Why am I doing this 4am?#I'm so ded #oTL #Moonlit why you do this to meeeee?!))#tw: mpreg mention #tw; long post

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