#cause ugh

[leagueofdccm]

truthfully, if Starlight was a guy, she wouldn't be getting as much hate, but people love to hate on women characters. I can name the number of fandoms that have hated so many female characters from Betty Cooper from Riverdale. Maggie from The Walking Dead. Serena from Gossip Girl. Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones. Tara from Sons of Anarchy. Michonne from The walking dead.

The starlight tag is a sad place to be, honestly it sucks for her, it sucked for hughie. it really did and it's awful and so heartbreaking. like none of them deserve the suffering they had gotten. both have suffered so much, and it's sad.

[lukas-clost]

BD&H chapter 4

Masterpost Wattpad Quotev Ao3 ch. 3 | x | ch. 5

Summary: The monsters have been on the surface for a few years now, and even after being legally given citizenship, humans are still wary of them.

When monsters start disappearing, their dust is swept under the carpet even as the Ebott City Police Department try their best to get to the bottom of it. Then humans start disappearing and citizens revolt against what looks like retaliation. Kate, an independent, newly recruited detective, decides to take matters into her own hands when her superiors fail to make sufficient progress. 

With the help of the other recruits and her new monster friends, she’ll have to find the culprit lest she lose both her job and the rights of monsterkind.

Chapter warnings: mild swearing, (and it's a bit longer than the other ones)

4. Succour Stunts

Escapes, escapades, and tiers of frustration. Also, kids say the darndest things!

I found myself standing at the back of the line in Muffet’s, my feet having led me there after brunch with my dad. As much as it was nearing lunch time, I needed some comfort food and I had quickly equated that to Muffet’s over the past week. Despite my best efforts not to, my mind wandered back to our meeting earlier and I grimaced at the disappointed look he gave me when I finally entered the bistro he had suggested.

“Hello dearie!” I started at the sound of Muffet’s cheery voice. Shaking my head, I offered her a smile and returned her greeting. “What would you like today?”

My mind drifted back to the lavender puffs I got on Friday. She had brought them to the station before her shift that morning and had left them with Felix. They were the perfect treat that eased my nerves and my muscles after another surprise training session with Alphys in the afternoon.

“Do you still have those lavender puffs?”

“Secret menu item,” she winked, two of her eyes closing briefly before ringing it up on the register and looking back at me expectantly.

“An everything bagel and the peppermint cider too, please. For here.”

She rang up my total and I paid her before looking for somewhere to sit. Being the weekend, it was a lot more crowded and I found myself sitting by the counter as I waited for my order. I placed my head on the smooth surface for a moment, my eyes drifting toward my shoes and their mismatched laces. I hadn’t even realised there was a problem until my dad frowned at the sight of them when we met.

“Did you like them?” I shot up at the sound of Muffet’s voice breaking my thoughts. She was looking at me expectantly, a non-existent line waiting for her attention.

Thinking back to the sensation of me biting into the fluffy pastry on Friday, I nodded my head with a smile on my face. “They were just what I needed, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Papyrus.”

“Where is he anyway?” She shrugged, rolling over to attend to a customer before coming back.

“Why? Miss him already?” her eyes gained a mischievous glint to them as her lips curled upwards. I scoffed.

“No. Just seemed like a regular.”

“A regular waste of my time, maybe.” She rolled her eyes as she went to the backroom. I chuckled at her comment as I waited for her to return. In her absence, my eyes wandered back to my shoes and I tucked them onto the footrest of my seat so they would be out of sight. Taking a shaky breath in, I let the scents and the buzz of the magic atmosphere fill my lungs before swinging on the stool and surveying the café. The hum of talking customers and gentle music lulled me into serenity such that I jolted again when Muffet returned with my order.

“Thank you,” I smiled, cupping the warm mug.

Seeing as it was nearing lunch, the flow of customers slowed down enough for us to hold an actual conversation. She talked about how Flynn didn’t come by on Friday and I admitted that it may have been my fault. She only laughed in response, saying that he was just a scaredy cat before talking about another customer who she had accidentally spooked.

I finished up my order. By the time she was wrapping up her third story, a new customer came in and grabbed her attention before she could start another one. I hesitantly thanked the spiders that collected my dishes before swivelling in my chair to see who it was. She lit up as she recognised them while I struggled to recall their name.

“Hello Miss Muffet!”

“Sans! What brings you here?” I recited the name in my mind so that I wouldn’t forget what was probably Papyrus’ brother. He wasn’t in uniform this time, instead donning a grey-blue fitted shirt, cotton shorts and white sneakers.

“I’m looking for Papyrus. Have you seen him?”

Muffet shook her head. “He hasn’t stopped by yet, but I’m sure he’ll show up soon. You can wait if you want.”

He considered the offer for a moment, staring at the floor, before finally sighing and nodding his head decisively. He took the empty seat beside me before ordering a blueberry muffin.

“Oh- Pardon me,” he said, after paying and noticing me.

“No worries, Advocate.”

A light blue dusted his cheeks as he wrinkled his nose ridge. Seeing the passive magic and the bone move so easily was mesmerising at the very least, and boggling at the most. I shook myself from my thoughts so as not to be caught staring.

“Please. Just Sans is fine when I’m not on duty. Although-” He eyed me warily, his demeanour becoming more defensive. “I’m not sure we’ve met.”

“Oh! I’m Kate from the academy recruit programme. Kate the human,” I offered my hand and he eyed it warily before taking it. Guess he didn’t like jokes like Papyrus, then.

“It appears you’ve met my brother, then.”

I nodded my head in answer. “Quite the punny guy.”

“On the contrary.” He puffed out his chest and I was surprised by how much form there was to bone. “I am the magnificent punmaster .”

“Is that so?” I asked. His eye sockets narrowed as his grin became more challenging and before I knew it, we started telling puns back and forth.

We ribbed off each other, switching topics as quickly as they came until I couldn’t anymore and he easily continued without me. I was pleasantly surprised that he enjoyed puns which made me wonder why his brother didn’t seem to like them. When his food arrived, the conversation mellowed out into asking about my first week of being a recruit.

“It was okay, but I can see it getting old fast.”

“Of course! There’s only so much that you are permitted to do as a citizen, but as long as you complete the hours required of you, that should change!” He gave me an exaggerated wink and I chuckled, asking him how his training had gone.

He wrinkled his nose, but didn’t answer as his attention was directed elsewhere. I turned to see what he was looking at and waved in greeting when I noticed Papyrus. He was wearing army green cargo shorts, a black crewneck and white socks peeking out from a pair of orange crocs. He winked at me in return before removing a lollipop from his mouth when he was close enough to talk without disrupting the other patrons.

“Sup bro.”

“Papyrus, please pick up your phone.”

“Okay.” He did just that, a shit eating grin on his face as Sans just looked on with patience. When he looked at the screen of his phone, his smile fell.

“Oh. Oh shit. Sorry bro.”

Sans hummed beside me, swinging his legs on the stool. “It’s okay now. Just pick up your phone, please? Will you be making dinner tonight?”

Papyrus considered it, sticking the lollipop back into his mouth before finally nodding in answer. By this point, I was completely lost and slightly disoriented as the conversation switched to the mundane so quickly. And then Sans turned to me with a gasp, stars illuminating his sockets briefly as he spoke with sudden excitement.

“Oh, Kate! You should come over for dinner sometime!”

“O-kay?” I was still kind of reeling, not that I could say no to an invitation like that. Free food was always nice, and the prospect of making monster friends was exciting, if not a bit nerve wracking. I considered the outfits I had in my closet. Dinner at someone’s house wasn’t that formal, right?

“Excellent! We shall commemorate the beginning of a magnificent friendship through an equally magnificent meal, mweh heh!” He had a similar excited look as when he first introduced himself on Monday with the same infectious excitement. I found myself giggling as he buzzed with excitement over the dinner plans.

“Alright. Thank you, Miss Muffet.” He placed a tip inside her overflowing tip jar. Did she just not clear it out or was it a daily occurrence to fill up like that?

“Brother.” He gave him a nod, Papyrus giving him a mock salute in response before turning to me and taking my hand in another handshake.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Kate!”

I replied in kind and he left the establishment, Papyrus taking his now vacant seat. He asked for an everything bagel with his honey. When she asked whether he would pay, he just winked and said eventually. I considered leaving, having already stayed in the little café for more than what I had originally planned—although, coming here was never actually part of the plan—but then Papyrus turned to me and grinned, and I figured I could stay for a little longer.

“You guys are quite the punny duo,” I commented, swinging on my seat with my own smile on my face.

“What can I say? Humerus in our blood,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. I still couldn’t tell whether he actually didn’t like puns or was messing with me, but I chuckled all the same.

“Thanks for the recommendation on Wednesday.”

“Oh yeah. How were they?” He spoke with the lolly in his mouth, moving it around every few seconds.

“They were puff-ect,” I grinned. He snorted, but still gave me a disappointed shake of his head. A couple of spiders brought his food, wrapped in pastry paper to go, and I figured it was about time I should be leaving too.

Collecting my purse, I bid him and Muffet a nice day as a notification buzzed on his phone. They both returned the gesture, Papyrus responding to whoever it was. I briefly wondered how it worked before shaking my head and leaving the place. It was another warm day and I basked in the sunshine outside the café for a moment, pleased that I had decided to come here. Just as I was about to start for the bus stop, Papyrus came out and called for me. I turned in answer and waited as he typed quickly on his phone before shoving it in one of the pockets of his shorts.

“You said you like pranks, right?”

“In good taste, sure,” I replied, an amused smile on my face. A smirk grew on his skeletal features.

“Enough to join a prank war?” A surprised laugh escaped me at the notion, but when my laughter subsided and he was still looking at me expectantly, I realised he wasn’t joking.

“A prank war?” I crossed my arms and shifted my weight to one side, still looking amused.

He bobbed his head in answer, his smile only growing. “You free this afternoon?”

I shook my head; he was completely serious about this, huh? “Yeah. Who would we be fighting?”

“My protégé.”

“You have one?” That caught me off guard. I wondered what he would even be teaching before realising that I barely knew this guy past his name and his penchant for jokes. I frowned at the thought, thinking back to the decision I had made earlier on in the week.

“Yep,” he said, bringing me out of my musings. “And they think they can beat the legendary prank master.”

“A bold claim,” I responded, shifting my weight again. “And an even bolder protégé if it’s true.”

He bobbed his head again, taking out his phone and typing something quickly again. “So, you coming?”

I considered the offer. It could be fun, and it wasn’t like I had much planned after all. The wind ruffled my hair that I had removed from their cornrows for the occasion. I was reminded that I needed to make a hair appointment, reminded that I wanted to be home and in pyjamas, binge some anime or other, but his easy grin and casual attire also reminded me that I didn’t know him all that well and I wanted to change that.

I mentally backtracked, realising that that was plenty of reason not to go pranking someone I barely knew with someone I barely knew. But I couldn’t deny how enticing being in a prank war was, and if he asked, then there couldn’t actually be anything odd about this whole situation. Right?

I shook my head again, as if to dispel any doubt in the decision I was making. “Okay. Guess I’m joining a prank war, then.”

He looked up from his phone with a lazy grin on his face. He removed the lolly from his mouth as he spoke. “Nice. Our ride’s just about here.” He pointed to a boxy, light blue car with white details and no roof slowing to a stop in front of the café. Inside was a robot of similar colours on the passenger side and an exhausted looking anthropomorphic blue rabbit monster at the steering wheel. The robot rose from their seat, white hair shifting in the breeze underneath a blue cap.

“Get in, losers, we’re going pranking!”

I laughed. There was no way this was actually happening. Even as I sat at the backseat in a state of blissful delirium, radio blasting unfamiliar music and the wind tangling my hair as we sped down the roads of Ebott City, I could not believe this was actually happening.

“Who’s the chick?” The robot asked, having resurfaced from a soft conversation with the rabbit monster. He was twisted around his seat to look back at us, his gloved hand gripping the back of the seat as his eyes whizzed over my form suspiciously. I became more aware of the green bodycon dress I was wearing and started wondering whether it was prank war efficient.

“Kate. She’s our wildcard.” Is that why I was invited?

The robot considered me through their white bangs for a moment before giving his full attention to Papyrus. “Well, we might actually need one. Happi’s telling me Alphys is babysitting.”

“Shit.” While it seemed like information that was supposed to worry them, neither of them looked perturbed in the slightest. They both held smirks on their faces and playful glints in their eyes, while I started panicking internally. There was no way I was about to prank someone who could easily avenge herself the next time we trained. My Friday sores started throbbing at the thought of her being more merciless.

“Right?” The robot continued, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Whatever happened to good ol’ Knighty?”

“Kid’s been saying Tori’s busier,” Papyrus replied, getting another lollipop from his shorts’ pocket. He offered me one, but I shook my head politely.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He shrugged and the conversation died, the robot still facing us but not looking at us.

In the silence, I asked for the details of who we were pranking. The robot started out of their stupor, scowling at me before facing the front. I frowned before Papyrus’ chuckles drew my attention to him, looking for an answer.

“Chara.”

The name rang a bell and I realised that I had seen it multiple times in the paper; it was the name of the monster-human ambassador, the saviour of monsterkind. I also realised that that must be his protégé and my eyes widened in shock. Papyrus snickered at my reaction.

“Yup.”

At the sudden slowing down of the car, I looked around myself to see we were in a residential area. I leaned out of my seat in wonder when my eyes caught sight of some of the houses. In contrast to the uniform, modern look the inner city had, these houses were all unique and held a certain whimsy to them that reminded me of Muffet’s. I gazed in awe at the twin houses leaning towards each other, neither touching nor falling, and the yellow two storey with blue details that seemed to imitate a face. They all had bright green front lawns decorated with what I assumed to be the owner’s personal touches, and a scattering of various types of flowers either by the windowsills or growing wild on the grass. It was a nice break from the monotony of the city and as we had driven closer to the mountain, the view was breathtaking and the air crisp. The whole place felt alive with magic and I felt myself getting excited at the prospect of dinner with Papyrus and Sans if they lived around here.

We neared what looked like an estate and I had to consciously refrain from dropping my jaw in awe. Past a gilded gate guarded by a pair of monsters, was a long driveway that led to a large cream coloured house. It didn’t reach for the skies as I would assume a building in this type of space would do, but instead sat modestly on top of a slight incline where it could still clearly be seen. The rest of the compound was decorated with an abundance of plants all meticulously taken care of, with a few bushes shaped as various monsters or the insignia of monsterkind. I realised with mild horror, as I studied a particularly regal looking goat topiary, that the owner, ‘Tori,’ was the former Queen Toriel Dreemurr of the Underground, and we were about to prank her ward.

At her house.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to come here after all.

The car stopped at the closest house to the estate, still a fair way away from it before the robot turned in his seat again. He started talking to Papyrus as I started the tedious process of making my hair look more presentable.

“Okay, so what’s the new plan? Cause we can’t put Alphy to sleep like Knight Knight.”

“Easy,” he replied, removing the lollipop from his mouth. “We use a distraction.”

The robot turned to me with a smirk that had me preferring their annoyed dismissal, and I started seriously regretting my decision to join them. Papyrus chuckled beside me and I shot him an exasperated look. He explained the plan vaguely, saying how everything would be pretty much the same, except instead of putting the babysitter to bed, we would have to distract her and include her in the final play. I tried asking what that would entail, but the robot—who I learned to be called Entity—brushed me off and had us driven to the gate.

I glared at the back of his head as we were immediately stopped by the guards, an anthropomorphic cat and alligator duo dressed in similar—and stylish—guard uniforms. They stood in front of the car, one on either side, before they addressed the driver.

“State your business,” the alligator started.

“Or like, we won’t let you in,” the cat continued.

“Wait- Catty? Is that who I think it is?”

The cat monster—Catty—squinted toward the front seats before gasping dramatically. “OMG! Bratty! I think it is!”

The rabbit monster in the driver’s seat bristled uncomfortably, their ears drooping further down their face, while Papyrus and Entity chuckled.

“Burgerpants! You should have told us you would stop by!”

“Seriously! We would have like, totally cancelled on Alphys if we knew you were coming.”

The rabbit—Burgerpants—sighed before smiling softly. “Ladies, hey. Nice weather we’re having, right?.”

“Um, I guess?”

“If you like, like the sun,” Catty giggled.

“Ha! Yeah…” He fidgeted in his seat, Entity shaking with laughter. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head, deciding then that I didn’t like the douchebag and hoping he would short circuit.

“Did you like, wanna hang out or something?” Catty asked, leaning on the car.

“Or like, actually get inside?” The alligator monster—Bratty—followed suit, cocking her head to the side in question.

“Girls, girls. You’re making my friend here uncomfortable.” Entity took charge of the conversation, a charming smile on his face as the monster duo turned their attention to him.

“State your business,” Bratty said, her face shifting to boredom as she pushed away from the car.

“And like, be quick about it?” Catty followed suit, moving her attention to her claws. He deflated slightly, making Papyrus snort loudly which made the duo turn their attention to him.

“Are you here to tutor Asriel, Papyrus?” Catty cocked her head to the side in question. My brows furrowed at the unfamiliar name. I thought we were here for Chara?

“Heh, yeah,” he replied, stifling the rest of his laughter.

“Well, you should have said so earlier!”

“Like, way earlier.” Bratty exaggerated the ‘way,’ making it way longer than it needed to be.

“Yeah. Before we had to talk to the tin can.” Catty made a gesture toward Entity who bristled in outrage but didn’t say anything. Papyrus shrugged and, getting no other response, the monster duo went to open the gate.

We drove through, Papyrus shaking with laughter the entire ride up to the house while I tried to wrap my head around what just happened. The car was parked at the top of the circular driveway and I barely had any time to admire the house from up front before Entity was moving.

“Okay, babe,” he started, swinging himself over the door of the car. I would have been impressed had he not been referring to me that way. “Just follow my lead, and we’ll be fine.”

I stepped out of the car warily after an encouraging nod from Papyrus, leaving my purse behind. Falling in step behind his quickly moving frame, I tried calling for his attention. He whipped his head back at me, white locks of hair shifting in the wind while an amused expression fell on his face.

“What’s the plan?”

“Just follow my lead.”

“No way. If Alphys is in there, I am not going in unprepared.”

“You know Alphys,” he said instead, his face lighting in what looked like the formation of an idea. I hesitated in my response, not trusting what was going through his head. He finally grinned at me before ringing the doorbell, and I wondered if I could get away with ‘accidentally’ pouring water on him.

He considered me for a second before the door swung open to reveal an annoyed looking Alphys. She donned blue jeans and a black tank, her muscles bulging as she crossed her arms, surveying us with disapproval.

“Entity? What are you doing here?” He beamed at her in response, but she didn’t return the greeting and instead shifted her focus to me, where she glared at me.

“You? What are you doing here?”

“I was, I mean, we were um… uh…” He struggled to find an excuse, his speech becoming awfully robotic as I gazed at him in horror, wondering whether he was actually malfunctioning. It took Alphys watching him in boredom to realise that he was just bad at improv and distracting her would have to be my job.

“We were in the neighbourhood!” I started, gaining her attention and stopping Entity from blowing the whole plan before it even began. “And he said he wanted to visit Chara.”

“We? Both of you?” She looked between the both of us, doubt evident on her face. Entity nodded enthusiastically as I tried not to scream at how easily this was going wrong.

“Right. Well, I have strict instructions not to—”

She was interrupted by someone in the house asking who was at the door. An annoyed expression flashed across her face before she shouted back a response, saying no one was here. She turned back to us, mouth agape to finish what she had been saying, before a figure squeezed past her, another annoyed expression settling on her face as she shut her mouth.

“Entity!” I watched as the face I had seen multiple times in the news brightened before my very eyes, their rosy cheeks and warm, brown eyes glowing in the summer light.

“Hey, little dude.” He lowered his right arm for a high five that Chara still had to jump for, but they were laughing the entire time.

“Well, come in,” they said, opening the door wider. Alphys sighed heavily before grumbling some choice words under her breath and moving aside for us.

Despite the house appearing modest on the outside, it was massive on the inside; an illusion that may have been the works of magic. I stumbled back in surprise, right into Entity who caught me like the love interest would in a romcom. He flashed me another grin as he helped me stand upright and I reluctantly followed after him, a scowl forming on my face. Alphys led us past what felt like a maze of carpeted corridors and wooden doors and another figure joined our party as we trekked.

“Entity!” They barrelled into the robot who swung them around. A soft smile formed on my face at the sight before they turned to me and immediately started apologising for their rudeness.

“It’s okay,” I cried, trying to stop the cute goat monster from upsetting themselves.

He stuck out his paw, a bashful expression blooming on his face. “I’m Asriel.”

“Kate,” I smiled, shaking his hand firmly and noting that this was Papyrus’ tutee.

“Are you done being boring, Azzy?”

“Chara…”

“Just saying,” they shrugged as Asriel moved to walk beside them. Their bickering and banter reminded me of my brother, and my smile fell as I thought back to when we were younger.

It wasn’t long before we reached the living room, another spacious area with a plush couch, and three chairs, one of which looked well used and comfortable. A small TV hung above a fireplace where framed pictures sat on the stone mantel. On either side, a bookcase stood, holding a mixture of books, DVDs and more pictures. Alphys took a heavy seat on one of the chairs, shooting us a glare as Entity sat on the only available couch, the kids moving to sit on either side of him. I took the other chair that wasn’t as well used, moving the cushion onto my lap as I surveyed the room.

Chara and Asriel were vying for Entity’s attention, the robot stretching out his arms so they could coddle the both of them. I raised my eyebrows in surprise before shifting to Alphys. She was watching their interaction like a hawk, a heavy glower on her face. If this was who we were supposed to distract, and Entity was going to keep fumbling about, I’d have to figure out how to distract her myself.

“I like your shoelaces,” Asriel said, breaking me from my thoughts. I glanced down at the mismatched laces that made my dad frown earlier in the day and forced back the memory in favour of grinning back at him.

“Thanks. I stole them from the president.”

All sets of eyes whipped towards me in various stages of disbelief. Alphys looked like she was wondering whether she should arrest me, Entity had a curious look on his face, while the kids looked more awed than anything else.

“It was a joke,” I explained, when no one seemed to get it.

“What are you again?” Chara asked. I raised my brows, unsure if they were being rude or not.

“They mean what your job is,” Asriel explained, catching the offense on my face.

“Oh. I’m a detective in training at Ebott Central,” I shrugged. They shared a look that had Alphys watching them suspiciously.

“That’s so cool!” Asriel exclaimed, moving to sit on the carpeted floor in front of me. I laughed awkwardly as he bombarded me with questions that I tried to answer. Chara moved beside him, leaving a disgruntled Entity to watch our interaction petulantly.

“That means you read the news, right?” they asked, and Asriel reiterated, saying that I must.

“Sure?” They cocked their head at me curiously, their rosy cheeks swelling as they smiled.

“You should read conspiracy blogs. They’re interesting.” Asriel nodded his head beside them before Alphys picked them up by the collars of their sweaters and placed them back beside Entity.

“Alright, nerds. No conspiracy talk while I’m around.” Chara stuck their tongue out in response while Asriel apologised, but they went back to gushing over Entity as if nothing happened. I shrugged; kids can be weird sometimes so I paid the encounter no mind as I listened to Asriel try to convince Entity to have him on his podcast. The comfort that befell the room as they chatted amongst each other had a question coming out of me before I could really think about it.

“How do you guys all know each other?”

It wasn’t directed to anyone and I thought it had come out far too quiet for anyone to actually hear over the ridiculous radio show host voice Entity was speaking in, but Alphys surprised me by glancing in my direction.

“Tight knit community,” she eventually grunted. I gazed at her as she watched the siblings dangle from Mettaton’s arms, waiting for a longer explanation. Her eyes softened before turning to me.

“We only had each other back in the Underground. It was important that we knew and cared for each other. Even more so now.” Her gaze drifted to the ceiling in thought as I considered her words. The monsters were free now, but I supposed for them, it didn’t always feel like it. I frowned at the thought before she jumped from her seat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“I’m gonna grab a drink. Does Tori have any sodas?” Asriel answered in the affirmative before giving his attention back to Entity. “Want anything?” She asked as she turned to leave. I shook my head politely before Entity cried out.

“Kate can get it!”

“I don’t even—”

“Kate! I mean, Alphys! You should um…” I mentally facepalmed at how obvious he was being with his robotic voice and stuttering, but all Alphys seemed to be doing was watching him expectantly while the kids continued to swing on his arms. I spoke up before he could dig a grave for us.

“I’ll go get it,” I said, getting up from my seat and gaining Alphys’ attention. I was quick to find some excuse that should convince her to let me go. “You and I both know I could do with the workout.”

She reluctantly fell back into her seat with a snort before I left the room in search of the kitchen, wandering the halls in the general direction of where I thought it might be.

“I love your dress.”

I jumped at the voice, whipping around in search of the source. I shivered when I didn’t see anything, changing course and walking carefully to avoid it. My eyes whizzed around the walls and doors that I passed, hoping I’d catch the owner of the voice before they could jump out at me.

“You’re going the wrong way.” I flinched when the voice returned, searching the hall but still not finding the body attached to it.

“Who’s there?” I eventually asked, taking on an awkward fighting stance in case I was dealing with a weirdly helpful intruder. I stepped back in shock as a ghost, faintly pink in colour, materialised in front of me.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” they said, fading from view with an upset look on their face.

“Right,” I said, relaxing my stance. “Do you know where the kitchen is?”

I barely made out a nod from their almost transparent form. When they didn’t do anything further I asked if they could show me and they started floating in a direction that I followed.

“I’ve never seen a pink ghost before,” I commented when we had walked in silence for a bit. Although, when I thought about it, I’d technically never seen a real ghost period. I didn’t even notice they had disappeared until I reached a crossroads in the hall. I swore under my breath, both at the disappearance of the ghost and the weird layout of the house.

“Uh… friendly ghost?” I started, looking down both sides of the hall and not recognising any of the decorations. “I meant it as a compliment; I love pink.”

They materialised immediately with an excited expression on their face and I smiled softly at the sight. “Really? P-pink is my favourite colour.”

“Literally same!” I grinned and they followed suit, swaying side to side in excitement. They led me the rest of the short distance to the kitchen, telling me how they finally met someone who understood the important role that pink played in the colour spectrum.

“Thank you,” I said by the kitchen door.

“Happi,” they said. “My name is Happstablook,” they explained when I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

“Nice to meet you, Happi.”

“I’m glad I met you, Kate,” they said before disappearing.

I smiled as I walked into the kitchen before halting, wondering how they knew my name. Shrugging it off, I moved toward the fridge before pausing again at the sight of Papyrus leaning over the island. So the prank did have something to do with the kitchen after all.

“Hey Papyrus,” I said, resuming my trek to the fridge. He glanced up at me before returning to whatever he was working on. Resurfacing with a lemon soda in hand, I walked over to see what he was doing, my head cocking to the side in curiosity when I took note of the pie he was hunched over.

“You’re gonna pie them?” I asked, almost incredulously.

“You can’t beat the classics,” he replied, a smirk on his face as he continued fiddling with the pie. “How’s Alph doing?”

“Sufficiently distracted,” I replied. “Entity sent me to grab her a soda.”

He nodded in understanding and I turned to leave, figuring I’d probably taken a lot longer to get the soda than I should have. Convincing myself that giving someone a face full of pie was more complicated than first assumed, I returned to the living room with the soda in hand.

“Took you long enough,” she said when I gave it to her. I shrugged in response, flopping back onto the seat I had been on as a cartoon played on the TV. I had started dosing off when Entity exclaimed loudly how he would love some pie right now, waking me up enough to roll my eyes at how obvious he was being again.

It seemed to work as Asriel suggested they get some pie that his mom had made earlier. They filed out of the room, Alphys trailing behind the kids reluctantly as Entity and I hung back. He shot me a weak grin as I watched them enter the kitchen. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, before he spoke up.

“Not bad.”

“Thanks?” I furrowed my brows in confusion, my uncertainty growing as I watched him turn in the general direction of where I thought the front door was.

“Where are you going?”

“Out. Not really up to seeing the results.” My brows furrowed further before panic settled in my mind.

“Where am I supposed to go, then?” I asked, the panic seeping into my voice at the realisation that Alphys could quite potentially kill me if she knew I was involved.

“Rus’ll be around for pictures,” he shrugged. “He probably knows a shortcut out of here.” He saluted before leaving me—and the house—to face the consequences of joining a prank war.

“Where’d the tin can go?” I whirled around at the voice of Alphys, schooling my face so she wouldn’t pick up on my panic.

“Bathroom,” I blurted. She raised her brow, but didn’t question it before leaning against the wall in front of me.

“Shouldn’t you be making sure they don’t make a mess, or something?” I asked, trying to create an opening for me to look for Papyrus.

“In a second. I wanted to tell you that I’m glad I get to train someone like you. You kinda remind me of Sans.”

She was looking at me softly, well, as softly as her scaled skin would allow, and I couldn’t help but return the expression. I didn’t know how similar I was to Sans aside from the love of puns, but it was heart-warming to hear that from someone who so easily kicked my ass every other day.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” she said, patting my shoulder before going back into the kitchen. I cringed at the reminder of the pie waiting for them before turning around and looking for the exit.

“Wrong way.”

I sighed in relief as I realised who it was, spinning on the spot until the ghost appeared. “Happi! Thank goodness! Have you seen Papyrus?”

“I think I saw him by the kitchen window. You should hurry before—”

A loud splat was heard in the direction of the kitchen and I winced at the sudden silence that pervaded the house.

“Oh no.” They disappeared immediately and I had the sudden wish to become a ghost too as I took off in search of the front door. After remembering I had been going in the wrong direction, I found it as a roar sounded in the house.

Sprinting—as much as I could wearing the long dress, at least—outside, I started searching for Papyrus, taking note that the blue car was no longer in the driveway and I genuinely may have been left behind. In a state of panic, I ran in the general direction of where the kitchen window might be. Turning a corner, I bumped into Papyrus who caught my arm before I fell.

“You’re still here?” he asked, a surprised look on his face.

I nodded my head frantically, grabbing his arm and leading him to the gate. “Entity left, Happi’s probably fine? And we need to get out of here before Alphys finds us,” I explained in a rush, pulling his frame that was a lot heavier than it looked. He was slowly walking after me, letting gravity pull him forward more than anything and I wanted to scream in frustration.

“Come on! We don’t—”

“Papyrus!”

My blood ran cold at the sound of Alphys’ bellow. She stood at the front door, upper body covered in pie guts as a deathly scowl rested on her face. Papyrus snickered beside me, taking a picture with his phone, and I almost started crying in exasperation. I tugged on his arm harder, forcing him to keep moving toward the gate no matter how futile it felt.

He stopped in his tracks, jolting me from my forward momentum and I turned to him impatiently. He tugged his arm from my grip, a lazy smile on his face and I wondered how he could be so damn calm in a situation like this.

“I know a shortcut,” he said, gesturing vaguely with his now free hand. He outstretched his right arm, an invitation to take his hand, but I hesitated. The gate was so close that I was sure that if we just kept going, Alphys couldn’t chase after us, not with good conscious, anyway.

“Trust me,” he said, his hand still outstretched and his smile growing.

By all means, I didn’t. Not when there was no obvious shortcut in sight, not when he hadn’t told me what the plan was earlier, not when this could be another elaborate way to get another prank in before the day was out, but the steady pounding of Alphys’ approach reminded me that I didn’t have much of a choice. I took his hand and he grinned before everything went black.

I felt like I was being stretched and squashed simultaneously. Taking in breath was inconceivable as an overwhelming presence pressed in on me from all sides. I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t move, I could barely even wrap my head around what was happening.

And then there was light and sound and I gulped in air greedily, as if I had just been submerged in water. After a few gasps, the familiar sensations of Muffet’s surrounded me, and said owner was looking at me with a concerned expression. The room tipped as I stood up straight and I grasped at the counter to steady myself. Papyrus had a smirk on his face and I would have strangled him had he not spirited us away from a furious Alphys.

A breathless laugh escaped me as I realised that we were in Muffet’s. Muffet’s. Oh-so-far away from the former Queen of the Underground’s house and Alphys’ rage. At the thought, my stomach flipped and I rushed to the bathroom to get rid of everything I had eaten before the excursion.

I flopped onto the seat beside Papyrus when I came back, his form shaking in what I suspected to be laughter. A glass of water slid in front of me and I thanked Muffet before taking a ginger sip.

“Some shortcut,” I croaked out after a few sips. I heard his snickers and despite everything, I found myself laughing with him.

“Oh man, if I had known you had a trick up your sleeve,” I managed to say in between laughs. “You’ve gotta at least show me the pics you took after that stunt.”

He obliged, whipping out his phone with snickers as he opened his gallery. I was shown an increasingly funny series of pictures of Alphys, Chara and Asriel in varying stages of getting pied. I snickered at a particularly good shot of the moment just before the pie splattered over them, their faces all slack in surprise.

“Dearies, do you mind leaving so I can close up shop?” My head snapped up at Muffet’s exasperated voice. She was wiping a mug and I vaguely noticed how empty the place had become since we arrived. Reaching for my purse to check the time on my phone, my eyes widened as I realised I didn’t have it.

“Looking for something?” Papyrus asked as I patted myself down in some false hope that it had somehow attached itself to my body. I glanced at him and was immediately relieved to find my purse in his hand.

“Thank you!” I said, as he handed it to me. He shrugged in response as I made sure everything was inside. Grimacing at the time on my phone, I stood up to leave, prompted by the glare Muffet was sending in our direction.

I waved goodbye to the pair of them before stepping out into the warm sunlight, sore body revelling in its rays. Walking to the closest bus stop, I found myself really looking forward to the friendship dinner, ignoring the dread that came with the realisation that I would see Alphys pretty soon.

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[angryborzois]

UGH I HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE MANILA MIKEY KLJADSFOADSFLKSA

[ourtintedworld]

this is everyone's sign to get up if you're scrolling and staring at your phone for an hour and you know it isn't going to help

if you don’t feel like getting up, try lying in bed and staring at your phone for an hour! it won’t help 👍

[maybeamiles]

I think shipping is most fun when you ship literally whatever so long as the fanwork interests you. Character's a lesbian? Sure why not its basically canon? Character's polyamorous with the two characters he has a unique relationship with? Sounds like a cool way to give an oft-ignored character some love. Gay for his first real friend? Amazing. A mermaid being taken care of by a guy who refuses to give up his bathtime? Better than canon give me the tenderness that's lacking in the original. RIVALS????

10/10 shipping method would reccomend

[everwalldigan]

Bruce being a toxic boy mom when it comes to nightwing will never not be funny as fuck he is literally the biggest nightwing defender one bad word against him and the next day he’ll show up at ur house

Bonus:

[mcondance]

you ever go back and read your own stories and be giggling and shit?? Bc why I’m reading my own stories from my reader’s perspective, swinging my feet and cheesing like I didn’t write ts 😭😭

— 🤹🏾‍♀️

yes i go back and read other side of the game and come close and just be cheesing!

[federalchickensoup]

To be honest. I mean, FULLY transparent; I’m just happy that my comfort meal was on the menu tonight. So I’m eating stuffing out of a cup (I know it’s not Thanksgiving. I will literally Melvin choke you if you want to act like Jody bout it.).

Well, the cat is out the bag. We saw this coming. But it’s all downhill from here baby 🥴 Lastly, I never did think that he’d be into blood “lightly.” You know? But the way how I interpreted it was reigniting a ‘dead’ relationship or how he feels of himself? Idk 🤷🏿‍♀️ I’m an emotional puddle soooo thanks for that 🙄🥹🥴

By Chance: Remarkable

summary: after another encounter, reader and jonathan try to do the honorable thing.

pairing: graduate assistant!fem!reader x jonathan levy

content: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, pining, infidelity, kissing, fingering, angst (internal), feelings, breaking up (sort of)

an: part of two of this totally self-indulgent series. thank you again @laurensprentiss for helping me with this, you’re my angel. and thank you to everyone reading even though this is literally a cm blog lol. love you all <3. gif credit @breakfastonuranus.

word count: 1.6k

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The second time you and Jonathan give in it goes a little further. If either of you is being honest it goes a lot further. He’s pinned you in the same spot, stealing your breath with deep, wet kisses. He has to kiss you like this or it’ll all be for nothing. If he’s going to be unfaithful, he’ll be able to describe the delicious way you feel in detail. Memorizing the way your body trembles in his hands, each moan and gasp that you breathe into his mouth. He’ll remember the curves and valleys of your hips and breasts with each grope.

You tilt your head, breaking the kiss to look up at him with cautious eyes. He looks down at you with concern, “What’s wrong?”

You want more. You want him all over you. Since your first kiss, you haven't stopped thinking about what it would feel like to have his skin directly pressed against yours. The idea of what it would feel like to have him inside you plagues your thoughts and flashes through your dreams. All of it means crossing another line.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just,” You stop, casting your eyes down from the intensity of his gaze. There's something about the way he looks at you when he’s removed his glasses. Welcomed but overwhelming.

He’s never seen you so soft or shy. He can see that you want to ask for something and feels his erection gets harder at the idea. He’ll do anything you ask, anything to keep you turned on and in his arms. He’s realizing that everything about you and anything you do turns him on.

“You what, baby?”

The term of endearment erases any hesitancy out of you. If he can call you baby, you can ask him to touch you after kissing you until your panties are a puddle, right? You know that’s not really how this works. He isn’t supposed to call you baby, he isn’t supposed to kiss you at all, but especially not with the fervor he does.

“Will you touch me?” One of your hands pulls out of his grip and traces the hem of your skirt. His eyes follow your movements, his tongue skimming over his bottom lip.

“Look at me,” He instructs, and you do immediately, watching as he removes his hand from your thigh and licks the pads of two fingers. “Keep watching.”

You can’t stop if you try, he has you in some trance-like state. Your eyes follow his hand, watching as his fingers trace down to the place of your throat and over the cloth of your button-down as he finds your nipples and tweaks them. Each pull and flick elicits a whimper and all he can think of is how he never wants to lose access to that sound.

“I can’t wait to feel you cum on my fingers,” He murmurs once his fingers skim over your panty line. He’s slow but deliberate as he dips his fingers inside of the fabric, immediately finding your clit.

“Mhmm,” You hum at the contact, bracing your head against the wall. One of your hands grips desperately at his shoulder, the other tentatively stroking at the hair on the nape of his neck.

He doesn’t tease you for too long, shifting so that two fingers sink into you. It’s easy, you’re extremely wet from your make-out session, his fingers reaching deep inside you. He thrusts them slowly as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of your pussy. As he sinks his fingers into you, you can feel the cold metal of his wedding ring hitting your warm lips. It’s a reminder yet again of the gravity of being with him like this. But then one thrust is particularly deep and you gasp, gripping the base of his curls tighter. Any thoughts of the family waiting for him at home melt away.

“Professor,” You gasp, running your nose along his.

“Tell me, baby, tell me what you’re feeling,” He coos, bending to kiss and suck at your neck. You grant your head back to grant him better access.

“Feels so good.”

“I feel good.” He corrects, his breath on your skin as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

His confidence and assertion that it’s him making you feel this way makes your insides clench. You nod, but it’s impossible to keep in your moans, “Yes, professor.”

“So fucking sexy when you call me that. You feel good too. I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Are you close?” He pulls his face out of your neck, giving you a reassuring peck before his eyes scan over your features.

You nod feverishly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, “Mhmm, so close.”

“That’s my girl, fuck my hand,” He encourages when you rock your hips forward once. His words spar you on and you start to move in rhythm with his thrusts, sending his fingers deeper. “You can do it, you’re gonna cum for me.”

“Mhmm,” You hum in agreement, chasing his thrusts with your hips.

He kisses you again, tongue curling into your mouth to collect some of the spit from it. You’re kissing him back just as eagerly when he pulls away, dipping his head to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, which are now stiff peaks through your shirt. He sucks gently before flicking his tongue back and forth, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His free hand smooths up your body and two of his fingers pinch your nipple, increasing the pressure with each sound of pleasure you make.

You’re even closer than before, the combination of his fingers in and on you, and his diligent mouth moving you further towards your release. You roll your hips harder, taking him deeper, his thumb nudging up against your clit with even more pressure, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His voice is so low and gravelly when he speaks next, “When you cum I want you to kiss me. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes, professor,” You all but whine, your chest moving harshly from your labored breathing.

He doesn’t stop drilling his fingers into you, and the pressure on your clit continues to increase until the dam breaks. When you fall into your orgasm you do just as he says, using the leverage of your fingers tangled in his hair to pull him into a loud, delicious kiss. You both moan into each other’s mouths, you from the waves of pleasure that flood your nervous system and him from the tight clench of your pussy around his fingers. Like the first time he bites your bottom lip which is still tender from your first encounter; he’s gentle, keeping your healing skin intact. Unexpectedly, you bite him back, sinking your teeth into his top lip before smoothing your tongue over it. He’s surprised he doesn’t cum in his pants from that act alone.

The emotional bliss you feel only lasts as long as your release. It's intense, the hardest you ever cum in your life, and you quiver against him, riding it out. As it fades, the realization of how far things have gone replaces it. He plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth as he removes his hand from your panties and fixes your skirt.

His brow furrows in concern as watches as you deflate; he doesn’t have to wonder about what’s going on in that brain of yours. He can see your emotions about what’s just happened swelling in your eyes, and he longs to comfort you, “Tell me. Talk to me.”

“It’s just….you're married, we shouldn't have done this. I’m sorry,” You look down at your shirt, fiddling with the buttons so that you won’t have to look at him. You’re incredibly conflicted, loving the way he makes you feel and the flutter in your chest when he looks at you. But, you can’t ignore the shame and the guilt, the good doesn’t outweigh the bad.

His finger curls under your chin, tilting it up so you have to look at him, “I’m not.”

“Levy, don’t say that.”

“It’s true, I’m not. Things with Mira…they’re not going well. Nothing is the way it used to be. I’m not sorry, and if anyone should be it's me. You didn't ask for this.”

“On the contrary, I did ask for this. I begged.”

Always so argumentative, it makes him smile, “And I had the opportunity to say no. I didn't want to because you're remarkable.”

“We have to try to be honorable. We owe it to you, and your marriage. Your daughter,” You add on.

“Remarkable,” He whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes are hazy but fully focused on you.

His words and this drunk look on his face makes you unbearably hot, and stupidly giddy. But you have to keep your mind clear regardless of how much you want him. “I mean it,” You say firmly.

“I know you do, and I’ll respect it,” His voice is tender, and you know he truly understands.

“Do not kiss me next time,” You try to keep your voice just as firm but it wavers, a better indicator of how you feel internally.

“What about this time? Before you go?” He asks with a hopeful voice. He wants one more taste before trying to let you go.

You want one too. You stare at him for a moment, debating with yourself on if that’s a good idea or not. It doesn’t take long for you to agree, unable to say no to him, or yourself regardless of if you think this will negatively impact your ability to resist him, “Before I go.”

“We’ll fail,” He says between hungry kisses, ones you both savor because this is supposed to be last time.

“We’ll try, that's what matters,” You breathe against him before thrusting your tongue into his mouth.

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[thecmaly]

A-grade simp

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more windbreaker comics

[grapefruit185]

he loves those dumb twins sm, the found family aspect of this show makes me go crazy!!!!!!!

(1st pic is referencing this post lol)

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking of a new steddie fic/au hmmm.

It’s just the classic, Steve buys weed from Eddie in season 1 era, he and Tommy meet him at the bench in the woods behind school. Steve and Eddie have some playful banter and clearly get along, but it’s dismissed as just a drug deal and they go on about their lives.

Next time they meet is when a frantic Steve comes and finds Eddie after he’s just fought off the demogorgon for the first time. He’s rattled, and skittish, wearing a nasty black bruise on his eye, and just overall not acting like himself. He snaps at Eddie multiple times to just ‘hurry up’ and ‘get him his stuff’, and sure he’s being an asshole, but more than anything Eddie is just concerned. He has never seen The King Steve Harrington lose his cool like this. So Eddie cautiously gives him the weed, making sure not to give too much, and lets him go about his day, but not before asking if he’s alright. Steve clearly wasn’t expecting this and brushes it off defensively, but that doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it for the rest of his week. How the hell did Eddie Munson notice something was wrong, when his own parents didn’t? Nor his “friends”?

They cross paths again a year later, the beginning of season two. Steve is still with Nancy and has freshly dumped his old douchebag crew of superficial friends. He is still sitting quite comfortably on the higher ranks of popularity, but there is no denying his status is not what it used to be. He comes to buy weed from Eddie in the first week back at school, and it’s a casual interaction. He’s still as charmingly stuck up as he ever was, but now without Tommy there to judge his every move, he seems a little more at ease when making casual conversation with Eddie. Eddie doesn’t mention the year before and Steve is so glad for it, secretly very embarrassed that he went to Eddie for some refuge after arguably his most traumatic experience to date. He gets his stuff, giving Eddie a smirk when he notices he’s dropped the price significantly for Steve when it’s just him alone. Eddie gives him a challenging smile back, almost daring him to call it out, but he doesn’t. They both just laugh and part ways.

The next run in is tina’s halloween party. They notice eachother when Steve first arrives, making eye contact and giving a polite nod. Maybe Eddie lifts his drink up to Steve in a silly salute. They don’t speak at all or make any effort to hang around eachother. That is, until Steve storms down the stairs in a rage after he’d gone up there with Nancy Wheeler. But then are those- tears? Eddie was standing on the front porch smoking a cigarette, trying to discreetly hide from one Billy Hargrove to avoid having to sell him anything, but staying visible enough that he won’t lose all chances of making any money tonight. Steve storms right past him and hits his shoulder. Eddie whips around and is about to call him a dick before he sees who it is.

Steve tries to quickly wipe his face, he won’t make eye contact with Eddie, and he’s clearly trying to get out as fast as he can. Eddie doesn’t let him, though, since he’s obviously not thinking very clearly and is most likely about to do something emotional and stupid. He asks if Steve’s alright, and his answers are all short and rushed, so he’s definitely not. They’re not really friends, but Eddie’s not an asshole.

— “Did you drive?” Eddie asks

“Yeah”

“Well, you’re drunk, Steve. You can’t get behind a wheel right now. And if I knowingly let you, then that makes me an accomplice. I’ll take you home.”

Steve tries to protest, attempting to push past him, but Eddie interjects. “Yeah, yeah, alright! Don’t thank me yet, Steve’o. This is not for you, see, I’m not trying to get a criminal record, here. I cant go to prison, Steve. Do you know what they’d do to a pretty guy like me in prison? Nope, let’s go hot stuff.” —

Eddie takes Steve home. They don’t talk much. By the time they reach Steve’s drive way and Eddie has put his van in park, Steve is making no attempt to exit the vehicle just yet. Eddie doesn’t know what to do, he didn’t really plan this far, so he’s just tapping away awkwardly at his steering wheel while Harrington stares down the dashboard so clearly lost in thought Eddie fears his head might explode. Steve tells Eddie what happened, says it’s ‘relationship troubles’, and he’s not quite sure what compelled him into being so honest with Eddie Munson, but he’s blaming the alcohol. Eddie wasn’t expecting that. They chat for a bit, Eddie makes Steve laugh and considers the whole night a success after that. Then they start cracking jokes about their shared hatred for Hargrove, and Steve looks and sounds a bit more ok to go inside. He thanks Eddie, quite sincerely actually, and it throws him a bit. He stutters a ‘yeah, for sure. It’s no problem.’ And Steve goes home.

After that, it’s a little different. Steve, doesn’t actually really have anyone, anymore. When they go back to school he’s now greeting Eddie here and there in the hallways, making conversation when they find themselves alone together, in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink. He doesn’t approach Eddie when there’s too many people around, though. As much as he’s grown, Steve Harrington still carry’s some prejudice in him about how certain things may make him look. But it doesn’t bother Eddie too much. It’s not like they are really friends, they’re just like, strange acquaintances. And Steve would never deny that they get along, that really Eddie’s ‘not so bad’. So that’s a win.

Steve finds Eddie again not long after the party to buy some more weed, a plan that sparked purely out of boredom. Eddie says yes, of course, but tells him if he wants it today he will need to wait till after school and meet Eddie at his place, since he was busy. So Steve takes a trip to the Munson trailer to make his deal. Eddie invites him inside and they sit together on the couch as he gets Steve’s bag ready. They end up making quite pleasant conversation, joking around and ultimately finding they are really enjoying each other’s company. They enjoy it so much so, that Steve ends up smoking there, with Eddie. So now they are kind of like, hanging out? And it’s fun, so they do it again. Still they’re not, friends friends, they just get along. Eddie just sells Steve weed sometimes and they keep it civil.

He doesn’t hear from Steve for a while, and the next time he sees him it’s from a distance, in passing. The man has the most roughed up face Eddie has ever seen, bruised and swollen in multiple areas, stitches and bandages all over. It’s really, concerning? completely metal, but alarming. This is the second time Eddie has seen the guy all beaten up like that. He knew that boys fight, but surely not that bad? As worried as he was, Eddie doesn’t approach him to ask questions, because they don’t know eachother like that. So he goes on about his day, and he doesn’t see Steve again after that for quite some time.

Then it’s summer, Eddie isn’t graduating again, and he’s not really sure what to do with himself over the break. The new mall has just opened up, and there’s a cool music store up on the second floor that he likes to visit sometimes with his band friends. And wouldn’t you know, working at the Scoops Ahoy located directly across from his favourite store, is Steve Harrington. The guy hasn’t come to Eddie for any weed since last year, and then there was that sighting where he looked like he’d just fallen face first into a flying fist or two, so it’s been a minute since Eddie’s seen him. And he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a nice surprise. He only goes into scoops once. He’s curious, okay? Sue him. And, he knows the girl who works with him, Robin. So he plays it off like he had no idea he’d see Steve there. And to his surprise, Steve actually acknowledges him. He doesn’t act like Eddie is a total stranger just because they’re not in school anymore. The interaction is quick, they make very casual conversation, Eddie says hi to Robin, grabs his milkshake and goes home. That’s all. He doesn’t go back, and he doesn’t really plan to. Steve’s nice, and he knows Eddie’s around if he needs to buy from him again, and that’s really as far as their relationship goes. That’s all it ever was. It’s been fun getting to know Steve Harrington a little bit better, even if it was just for a short time. Eddie liked having the chance to see in past the quaffed hair and pressed polo shirts to learn that Steve was really just a person under it all. He never thought he’d say it, but Harrington wasn’t so bad. It was a nice little eye opening experience for Eddie.

Eddie was ready to write off his little blips of interaction with Steve Harrington as a thing of the past, no hard feelings, and move on with his life. That is, until he gets a knock at his front door in the middle of the night afew days after the big mall fire. And it’s Steve on the other side. And he looks awful, his face is the worst Eddie’s ever seen it. And he wasn’t really knocking, more like pounding. He says he needs Eddie’s help.

What the fuck?

[emblazons]

Finn Wolfhard as Petro The Legend of Ochi (2025) - Trailer

[ewwww-what]

These freaks are not studying (good for them)

Closeups below :)

[screwpinecaprice]

Ew they're flirting again.

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols

[critter-of-habit]

okay focusing on NATASHA when Peggy and Steve were reuniting was really a choice wasn't it