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galamalion · 11 months ago

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┈ ✧.* 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕you meet luffy's older brother, ace, during breakfast with your crew. and, after an unfortunate day of classes, you and nami go for a night out on the town, meeting a strange older woman.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

┈ ✧.* chapters﹕[i] [ii] [iii] [iv]

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ w/c﹕3.6k

┈ ✧.* chapter iii﹕a barside discussion

“Ace!” Luffy shrieked, running across the cafeteria to tackle his older brother.

“Now’s your chance, Nami,” you whispered to the ginger.

A grin spread across her face as she turned to you, wagging a chastising finger.

“First rule of snagging a sugar daddy, my dear,” she jokingly scolded, “is making them come to you. I’ll let Luffy drag him over here, then I’ll pounce.”

“You’re one scary chick,” Zoro commented, mouth stuffed with rice.

“Is that any way to talk to a woman?!” Sanji snarled, slamming his fists down on the table.

“Thank you, Sanji,” Nami huffed, “and I prefer ‘opportunistic,’ for your information!”

You tuned out their tiny scuffle and instead began paying attention to the real fight in front of you, if you could even call it a fight.

Luffy was currently laying on the floor, having been thrown to the ground by his older brother, who was currently yelling at him, after his attempted bear hug. Maybe that’s how they showed affection in their family? The price of their medical bills during childhood might be the real terror in this situation, however.

Nami’s plan for Luffy bringing Ace over was almost correct, being that Ace was the one dragging Luffy over, having him draped over his shoulder.

“Well, well, these must be your friends, aye Luf?” he said, shaking Luffy by his ankle and throwing him to the ground

“Yep!” Luffy yelled, easily shaking off the sudden drop. “That’s Zoro, and that’s Sanji, and that’s Us—”

“And I’m Nami!” Nami interjected, stretching her hand out to shake. “I heard you’re quite the hockey player for Grand Line! Got any sponsorships lined up? Any brand deals?”

“Huh? I mean, yeah, occasionally. I usually blow it all in a week, though, so I’m kinda skint right now,” Ace said sheepishly.

Immediately Nami’s shoulders drooped as her expression fell flat, sinking back into her seat.

“So much for that,” she muttered, resting her chin on her hand, a scowl on her face.

You saw Vivi gingerly patting her back in an attempt to console her, though you weren’t sure she really understood why Nami was upset.

“And who’s this cutie?” Ace asked, clearly with flirtatious intentions in mind.

Interested in what might transpire, you looked up, only to see him looking straight at you.

“Oh, uh, I’m ____,” you stammered, trying to maintain eye contact.

“Ace,” he smirked, “though you probably already knew that.”

“Yeah, Luffy mentioned you in conversation already.”

“He mentioned me, huh? How much do ya know?” he questioned, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Just that you play hockey here and your major, I think,” you answered honestly, trying to recollect your prior conversations with Luffy.

“Sweet! I can still be the mysterious bad boy,” he celebrated aloud before turning back to you. “Well, ya got any interest in hockey? Thinkin’ about watching me play?”

“I don’t know much about hockey…” you admitted, hoping it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

Ace let out a barking laugh at that, surprising those at the table.

“All the more reason to come!” he said, grabbing a pen from his bag and scratching something down on a napkin.

“Here,” he offered the napkin to you, “if you have any questions, feel free to text me. Our next game is a week from now. I hope to see you then!”

“Hey!” Luffy pouted, poking Ace’s shoulder. “____ was my friend first!”

“Sorry, Luf!” Ace ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Ya gotta call dibs on that kind of stuff, ya know?”

Luffy just gave him a puzzled look in response, clearly not gaining the meaning of Ace’s words.

“It was nice meeting you all,” Ace smiled, “you guys are all more than welcome to come to my game, but I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for you,” he said, giving you a wink.

“And now I’m off! See ya, Luf!”

Ace shoved a wet finger into Luffy’s ear, earning a shriek from his little brother as he sprinted away from your table, burning rubber with each step.

A moment of silence washed over your table, except for Luffy who was still upset over being wet-willied. Vivi was the first to break it, raising her hand as if to ask a question.

“Are all siblings like this?” she asked, genuine befuddlement crossing her face.

“Nope,” a unanimous decision by the group, it seemed.

Luffy climbed back up to the table, slouching in his spot and looking right up at you.

“Don’t be friends with him, ____!” Luffy demanded. “He doesn’t brush his teeth!”

“Is that the best insult you could come up with?” Usopp questioned.

“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re worried about, Luffy,” you reassured, “the smooth words from a jock won’t win me over that easily.”

Luffy seemed to feel a bit better after your words, a smile slowly rising from his prior frown.

Ace’s words might have enchanted any poor college student looking for a whirlwind romance, but you were aware this wasn’t a chick flick. Although he did seem nice, and you didn’t doubt that his offer was somewhat genuine, you knew he probably just wanted to get in your pants. But you had tests to study for and labs to complete, you couldn’t be bothered with that part of college. At least not yet.

“We should probably get going,” Sanji sighed, standing up from his seat, “we all have classes, right?”

Nami groaned, “Don’t remind me, I already wanna go back to bed.”

“Shit, you’re right, Sanji,” you jumped out of your seat, throwing your bag over your shoulder, “mine starts in ten minutes…”

“Get your ass going, then,” Zoro mumbled, grabbing his bowl of rice.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later, wish me luck!”

“Bye, ____!” Luffy waved excitedly.

You waved back at all of them, sprinting out to the building in which your next class was held. It was your chemistry lab, a rather dreaded topic. You weren’t sure what struck more fear into your heart, the fact it was for chemistry or that fact that it was a lab. Either way, you weren’t looking forward to this class.

It only took five minutes for you to arrive, giving you some time to look around at the lab. It wasn’t remarkable, definitely a step up from high school ‘labs,’ but no award winning experiments would be taking place here. Just enough for some college students to learn about chemical properties and processes.

Your classmates seemed rather unexceptional as well, but that might just be because you’ve been hanging around your strange friends so much. You’ve grown fond of that strangeness, and seeing the people around you act so normal felt dull in comparison. But that wasn’t their fault, you supposed.

There was one person that stood out to you, however. He looked older than the students here, maybe two or three years older than you? He had a leopard thing going on, with spots on his pants and weird hat. Judging by the lab coat he wore over his jacket, he definitely wasn’t a student for this class. Or maybe he was, and was just a total tryhard. But who were you to judge?

“Good morning, everyone,” the professor spoke, moving to stand directly in front of the class. “I’ll be your lab instructor for this semester. Today you’ll be calculating the density of…”

You quickly tuned your professor out, already knowing what the lab was about. Wasn’t that the purpose of the lab manual? If you read that, you’d probably be fine, right?

“You will have a lab assistant for this semester,” he gestured to Mr. Leopard Print, encouraging him to speak.

The man raised an acknowledging hand, “My name is Law, I’m a biochemistry major and junior here at Grand Line.”

Well, that explained the bags under his eyes. Would that be you in two years?

“Feel free to ask him or myself any questions while working on this lab,” he instructed.

And with that, you got to work. It wasn’t hard, you were basically just running back and forth between the scale and your station, writing down numbers and prepping for the next step.

You were, however, having a hard remembering how to read a graduated cylinder. Obviously you were reading from the meniscus, but were you rounding to one decimal place or two? You weren’t listening to the professor’s instructions, but you doubted that they mentioned it during their short lecture. Besides, it wasn’t a difficult question, or at least you didn’t think it was. Asking for help couldn’t hurt.

“Um, excuse me, Law?” you asked politely, turning to the lab assistant.

He glanced and moved towards you, giving your station a quick once-over.

“Sorry, but am I supposed to round to the first or second decimal place? I know it has the tenths place on it, but do I round to that or—”

“Two decimal places for the graduated cylinder,” he quickly responded, crouching down next to you to read your graduated cylinder. “Around 65.14 mL, I would say.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, watching him stand back up.

Jeez, he really was tall, huh?

You marked the number down on your worksheet, continuing on with your lab. It wasn’t hard work by any means, but given a two hour time constraint you figured you could take your time. You’d rather be the last one done than have bad data, knowing how it would screw you over during calculations.

And the last person you were, rinsing off your lab equipment as the second-to-last student exited the lab, leaving you alone with your professor and lab assistant.

“I’ll have to go compile the class data, but you’re free to leave, Law.” The professor stood, grabbing his clipboard and walking into an adjacent room.

Law nodded, tugging off his lab coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder, turning to you.

“You done?” Law gruffly gestured to your station, only clean beakers resting on top.

“Yeah, I just have to put these away. If you need to leave, you can, don’t worry about me.”

In response, Law dangled a pair of keys in front of you before crossing his arms.

“Sorry, gotta lock the lab up before I go,” he grunted, cracking his neck, “maybe you’ll keep this in mind for next lab.”

You flushed, embarrassed for wasting his time, hurriedly packing away your notebook and stuffing the glassware inside the drawer.

“Sorry,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and quickly leaving the lab—and Law—behind.

Your next classes were uneventful, and even more boring than your lab. Nobody to catch your eye, only people to compare answers with. Why couldn’t Luffy or Nami switch their majors? You didn’t even have a single class with Chopper, which made sense considering his premed goals, but shouldn’t your classes have collided at least once?

After finishing up your homework, you decided to shoot a text to Nami, knowing that Vivi was probably video-chatting with her dad right now. There was no way you were going to end your night on such a boring note, especially not after being totally embarrassed at your lab. And so, your fingers tapped on Nami’s name in your phone.

| You: hey nam, u free rn? | Read 7:38 PM | Nami: yea just got done w class! ♡ | Nami: need somethin sweetie? ;)

You chuckled at her seemingly flirtatious texts, sending another one her way.

And with that you tucked your phone away and made your way downtown to Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar.

The bar itself wasn’t anything special, judging from pictures you’d seen online. It was pretty simplistic, no side-rooms or flashy decorations, just a bar in the middle and some cushioned chairs and couches on the side. This wasn’t bad by any means, in fact, it made it the ideal area for a college hangout.

After a short walk downtown you reached Sabaody Street, walking down the sidewalk to get to the bar. Sabaody Street would best be considered a tourist attraction, at least if Red Line received any tourism. It had plenty of overpriced eateries, cafés to small restaurants between each business, which were also extremely overpriced for their services. It made Shakky’s Bar seem out of place, but you hadn’t seen its prices yet, not able to find them online. You could only cross your fingers and pray—

“Hey, babe!” a voice whistled. “Come over here and I’ll show you a good time!”

You immediately stopped in your tracks, throwing a sneer at your catcaller. Behind you, parked in front of a bar, was a gang of bikers. They looked a little older than you, varying from your age to at least four years older.

“A good time?” you scoffed, gesturing at his leather getup. “I don’t need drinks from some gimp who can’t find his dommy mommy.”

His expression faltered to shock, clearly not having thought you would snap back as quick as you did.

Before he could respond, you turned and walked away, catching a glimpse of fiery red hair exiting the bar before you stomped down the street and towards Shakky’s.

“Piece of shit,” you grumbled, shoving open the door to the bar, night ruined before you could even try to salvage it.

You glanced around the bar, spotting Nami sitting up at the bar, ordering from the bartender.

“You got here quick, Nam,” you greeted with a sigh, slinking down beside her.

The ginger faced you, instantly sensing your sour mood.

“Somethin’ happen, ____?” Nami pried.

You frowned, placing your hand on your chin and looking up at the bartender, “Could I get a water, please?”

The bartender nodded, filling you up a glass before stepping away briefly to polish some glasses.

“Just met a catcaller on my way here,” you admitted, taking a sip.

Nami’s face contorted to surprise for only a second before morphing to one of pure rage, standing up from the bar stool.

“Where at?! Are they close? I’ll make sure to turn their face inside out!” she barked, clenching the edge of the bar.

You quickly placed a hand on Nami’s back, ushering her back to her seat.

“Calm down, Nami,” you coaxed, “I gave him a piece of my mind already, I’d rather not watch my friend take on a gaggle of bikers…”

Nami slumped back into her chair, taking a swig of her mimosa.

“Well, I for one think I could take them out,” she pouted.

“And I would be careful with that attitude of yours,” the bartender interrupted. “You never know who you’re picking a fight with, and with the amount of gangs stumbling around in this city, your odds of pissing off the wrong people are pretty high.”

The two of you stared at the older woman, slightly surprised by her unorthodox wisdom.

“...Are you, like, a gang member?” you whispered, earning a dirty look from Nami.

“She wouldn’t tell us if she was,” Nami chided, “and besides, I’ve been involved in gang activity already, I don’t need a speech about it.”

The bartender laughed softly, setting her glass and cloth down next to her.

“No, I suppose I wouldn’t,” she confessed, “but as a bartender I do know a little more than even the average grunt. Let’s just say that liquor loosens lips, yeah?”

You and Nami nodded slowly at her words.

“Name’s Shakky; I’m the owner of this here bar. Now, I know you young college kids can be impressionable, and with these gangs,” she lit up a cigarette, “only bad things can come about. Stick to your studies, and keep out of these silly squabbles.”

Nami's eyes shined, “Oh yeah? And what have you learned about these gangs, Ms. Shakky? Any rich ones?”

“Mrs. Shakky,” she corrected. “And they all make a substantial amount of money, from what I’ve been told.”

You listened to Nami and Shakky discuss the earnings of gangs, the former clearly looking for an easy cash cow. But you had your own questions.

“Are any of them affiliated with Grand Line?” you asked, fiddling with your glass.

Shakky went quiet for a second before answering, “Yes and no. I wouldn’t say one gang is solely within Grand Line University, but some members may happen to be enrolled. Whitebeard’s gang, for example, is assembled of many different individuals from all walks of life,” she took a drag of her cigarette, “whereas Mama’s gang are all from the same circle, so to speak.”

“Like, from the same neighborhood?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Shakky nodded, “but it would be more accurate to say that they’re from the same womb.”

“So they’re literally a family?”

“Literally a family.”

“Where do they attend school?” You paused. “If they attend school, I guess.”

Shakky put out her cigarette, “The more esteemed members of Mama’s gang attend the Mary Geoiose Institute, but some choose a more active life in the gang.”

“I really can’t believe you’re just a bartender,” Nami interrupted.

“We all have a past, don’t we?”

“Alright, alright,” Nami put her hands up jokingly, “we’ll take the tab now,”

“It’s on the house,” Shakky smiled, grabbing your glasses. “You gave me time to reminisce, and I consider that payment enough.”

“Sweet!” Nami cheered, grabbing her purse.

“Thanks so much, Shakky.” You passed a twenty dollar bill across the counter, only for Shakky to pass it back.

“Keep it, sweetheart, I doubt college is cheap,” she set the glasses in a sink, “just make sure to come by again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, giving her a little wave before leaving.

You and Nami exited the bar, walking back down Sabaody Street. Despite the late hour, the street was bustling, nightlife in full action. The two of you passed by the dreaded bar where the bikers once stood, except now only one knocked-over bike remained, joined by a blaring ambulance.

“Oh jeez, what happened there?” Nami asked, rubbing her shoulder in concern.

“For once in my life,” you sighed, “I don’t wanna know.”

“Well, then neither do I!” Nami announced, carefully taking your hand as you walked back to your shared dorm.

The two of you approached your dorm room, gently knocking on the door before slowly opening it.

“Vivi…?” you whispered, peeking into your shared dorm.

Laying on the bottom bunk of the bed, sprawled out in blissful sleep was Vivi. You turned to Nami and placed a finger over your lips, instructing her to be silent.

Sneaking in on your tiptoes, you and Nami quietly put on your pajamas, using the light of your phones to move around.

“Goodnight, Nami,” you mouthed, crawling into your bed.

“Night,” she smiled, giving you a tiny wave from the top of her bunk.

The moment your head hit your pillows, you went out like a light, drifting off to sleep without hesitation.

“That bitch,” the leather-wearing biker spat. “The next time I see her fuckin’ face, I’ll make sure she doesn’t say no.”

“What the hell are ya makin’ a ruckus for?” a booming voice entered.

Exiting the bar was a massive young man, flaming red hair crowning the top of his head, a pair of goggles keeping any stray hairs from escaping. Following behind him was a similarly huge man, long, fluffy blonde hair flowing behind him and reaching down to his lower back, plain t-shirt barely keeping his muscles contained.

“C-Captain Kidd!” The biker quickly stood at attention. “Y-you shoulda seen this chick, actin’ like she was hot shit! When I catch her sorry ass, I’m gonna—”

“Hot shit, huh? What’d she do, spit on your mom?” Kidd barked, approaching the man.

“W-well, no, she—”

“She turned down your ass, didn’t she?” Kidd took another step towards him. “And now here you are, cryin’ and pissin’ yourself over it.”

“I-I just—”

Without another word, Kidd swung his arm up and punched his man straight in the face, knocking him flat to the ground, unconscious.

“Let’s go, fuckers!” he shouted, swinging a leg over his bike.

“Should we call an ambulance or something, Kidd?” the blonde asked, walking over to his own neon blue bike.

“The hell? Do I look like a charity?” he snarled. “We’re gettin’ outta here. Come on, fuck faces!”

Kidd pulled down his goggles and started up his bike, rushing out of the parking lot, followed by his gang of bikers.

“Some broad thinkin’ she’s hot shit, huh?” Kidd laughed to himself, “can’t believe I missed out on the action…”

The blonde pulled up beside Kidd, “I can’t ride forever tonight, Kidd, and I know you can’t either. We have classes, remember?”

“Come on, Killer,” he rolled his eyes, “live a little, why don’t ya?”

“You’re the one paying for the classes. Why attend Grand Line if you’re not even gonna show up?”

Kidd bit his cheek and grumbled, “Fine, we can quit it,”

“Alright, motherfuckers!” Kidd roared. “Fuck off home now! Don’t let me see your asses tonight again!”

Immediately the gang dispersed, each taking their own road home. Only two members were left following Kidd, in addition to Killer.

“Glad you saw reason, Kidd,” Killer grunted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kidd snarled, staring straight ahead at the road. “Don’t expect anything else from me. I’m not a fuckin’ charity.”

tag list: @sylum , @dimplewonie

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invaderoli · 12 days ago

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Gh... Iz photo dumb because . BECUasue.

There's a lot of dib in there

She's such a sopping wet baby cat

I luv her sm Gaz is litewawwy my fav character sjes so silly

He PISSED!!!!!! Idk why this one is so low quality but he looks so specifically dumb and cute and stupid here

More of him being PISSED!!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM HES ADORABLE AJJDBFBS WHY IS JE LIKE THAT

Why he so autistic... Me when me when ugmhmh me when.. gently holds him in my hands and slams his head against a wall... gently chews his head until he's sad...

He's gen such a cutie patootie why is he like that... He was dropped on his big head as a baby I think

SANS UNDERTALE??????? GIR was the original sans... ://

And finally..

One from the comics!!

He's so cute as well I need him to die :// looks at you with my big autistic eyes

#invader zim #photo dump

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lily-lilou · 4 months ago

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My breef thoughts on TDP Season 6, not at all in order (also, spoilers so watch out!)

So, main thought? Ouch

Prepare tissues, I needed so much it's unbelievable

Remember we learned, with "Through the Moon" that Rayla's flower sank in the Silvergrove? Well, I don’t wanna imagine what Ethari will feel when he’ll see his big cat come back, have maybe an omnious feeling, and then see Rayla’s flower sink again a few days later... Then both flowers go back and the poor guy will have so many heart attack I ache for him.

Glad to see that frozen ship (hehe) finally move

about said frozen ship, I hope Rayla's "if you have to chose between me and the greater good, do the right thing. make the sacrifice” won't come bite her back because knowing Callum... well, usually he wouldn't, he’s proven time and again that he will always choose her and his loved ones above the greater good. But, you know... never say never...

one last star diamond, one last miracle maker stone. Wonder on what it will be used? (my bet: something about Leola)

Leola is the cuetest cutie ever.

I was all "Cutie Pie! I've know you for like five seconds but if anything happens to you I'll kill everyone and then myself"

But apparently Aaravos called dibs on that plan...

Tissues, guys. Tissues. Your body won't have enough water for all the tears you'll shed.

Lain and Tiadrin : re - ouch. (and ouch for their total screen time since S1...)

Mini Baits

Soren OMG

Viren's backstory (or more like his relationship with Soren's backstory) : prepare tissues.

CLAUDIA!!!!

And Terry, he's the best boi ever with Callum

SO!!!! MY THEORY ABOUT LOVE BEING MAGIC WAS RIGHT?! Though, from what I can see so far, it's not exactly a magic on its own in the same way the others are, but it's a glue in between, what makes the scale tips in the right direction. Interesting, hmmm? :D

oh yeah, the Cosmic Order. I hate them. I've always been prompt to give everyone some leeway in this show, even Sol Regem because I could bet all of them had "ReAsoNs" to act the way they did, no matter how horrible. The cosmic order, though?

they didn’t just kill a kid, they did it out of fear despite being the most powerful out there. My little theory (how long ago was the last one XD) is all about their view of things : destiny, fate, everything should be as is should. Except humans are unpredictable, and that scares them. Which is why, apparently, showing them magic is a crime.

But hey, if Kung fu panda taught me one thing, it’s that it’s on the path where you hope avoiding it, that you meet your fate. And in killing the kid, they just ensured that destruction they feared so much (now, how they managed to not see that coming? Easy! When you’re emotionally stunt enough to think allowing a father to die with his daughter is a mercy, you’re just destined to die.)

Speaking of mercy. Mrs Merciful One! You’ll excuse my foul language, you all, but I’ll say it anyway : Fuck you! Never have I hated someone more in this whole show that this one. And if I find the damn idiot who called that elf “the merciful one”, I’ll roast them slowly and painfully (Aaravos probably already did, but hey, I'm sure resurecting people can be a thing...)

oh yeah, a very tiny but so crucial point: Runnan is back =)

And Katolis is a big chunk of charcoal...

Ok that's all for now

Have a nice day everyone! I'll come back from time to time. Now, I'm gonna try to cope with all of this, because this is gonna give me some kind of PTSD I'm sure T.T

#seriously who in their right mind can kill a kid?#I mean #Zubeia was angry #Viren was scared and the others were “the enemy”#The rest of the Startouches?#“naaaa she made a big mistake. Everything is written in stone and so burn her!”#seriously #TDP s6 #the dragon prince #Season 6 #Season 6 spoiler #The dragon prince spoilers #Carful I won't say it enough : spoilers

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medtech-mara · 1 year ago

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Work in Progress(es)

I won't go on the spill, you know what day it is, and I do things when I want.

Lets start with DOGTOWN SAFE HOUSE. I'm working on making things a bit more homey for V3AH. It's a slow progress. Also if someone could help me figure out how to move the sleep icon up from the bed thats there, that would be great. Right now she clips thru the bed to sleep on that dirty ass mattress.

How the apartment pod even got up there is a mystery to us all, but its gonna stay. I already have some changes to it i'm wanting to do. maybe i'll release the preset when im done.

MOVING ON--

I've been working on some Lore for the 2077 timeline, still working on the name of it.. I've been..... Scheming.... if you will with @fly-amanitaa about some of the directions I plan to take. WHAT I CAN INDULGE, is public knowledge.... and by that i mean it's been posted in my Delusional corner for a week, so my besties already got first dibs.

Kang Tao reigns as the Apex of Night City with the help of Shin Chae-Rin joining the Engineering department. Gong-Ji and the Cheol Family have taken over after the construct of Jung Ho-Seok aka Jago (Jay-Go) was ripped out of him to prevent certain Terror on the city if reunited with his Wife, Panthera, who has been missing for nearly 10 years now. The Night Jackie and V3AH break into Konpeki Tower and preform the Heist, instead of being greeted with Arasaka family, it's the Cheol patriarch being murdered by Gong-Ji.

This storyline, plays directly off the second AU. Where Mara and Jago get married and at the end you see both borg’d out Jago and Mara closing in on an AV to Kang Tao tower, the plan is to destroy Gong-Ji and the rest of the Cheol family, rip it root and stem from the garden. They killed Jago’s whole family and have been in an active manhunt for him since the news doxxed his real identity.

Then, when Jago and Chae-rin split, Gong-Ji moves in with villian intentions to use her to kill her former lover, while keeping her for his own. Knowing how Jago really feels about Chae-Rin, when all else failed to get Chae-rin to Willingly come, Gong-Ji forced her to join Kang Tao and refuses to let her go unless Jago is killed. Chae-Rin, refuses to do it. She won’t be the one to give the command to kill someone she loves so much.

When Jago hears about her Capture, him and Mara fight for a while. The moment her name gets brought up, he always wants to run to her. It’s clear his feelings for her never left him, and Mara is sick of it. She agrees to do it, but she’s doing it to get back for taking his family. Not Chae-rin, and she will not extract her. He would have to do that himself. She’s sick of being second in his heart. The mission fails (still working on how that happened), Jago is captured and assumed to be dead. Mara narrowly escapes and is nearly dead when she calls Titus to evac her. She was already fading in and out of consciousness when Odessa shows to grab her. She was left in a recovery tank while they figured out what happened to Jago. No matter what they tried, Odessa nor Azimuth could find out what happened to Jago. All attempts ended the same, countless dying. Titus, knowing that Mara is basically Azimuths Adam smasher at this point, knows that she will go Berserk and kill everyone. Odessa had already made plans to leave earth and head to Europa where colonies were starting up. They loaded the Cryotank up with Mara inside and decided to keep her subdued until she got to Europa. Which is why Mara hasn’t been seen in 10 years and no one knows what happened to her. THUS explains as to how Mara ends up on Jupiter's moon with the rest of Night Raid Which bridges our lore from cyberpunk to Barotrauma.

LASTLY...

I mentioned I would talk about the unknown cutie that ya'll have been going crazy for!!!!! BABABABABABABAABAAAADAAAAAAAA!!!!!!\

It's Joi! Yes, in the main storyline she was the Clinic A.I, but in the new AU, Water on Mars, i decided to make her human, and she is Mara's Rival for Jack's attention... one of them at least.

Let me tell you it was a struggle to make someone that might make Mara jealous, but honestly, I think this cutie will make Mara run for her eddies.

Joi (I dont have her last name yet I might have Joi as her handle....) is 29, she's a techie/netrunner who specializes in drones. Think of a hivemother, but with drones. That's her. She will join Mara's merc team when they cross paths, so now its a question.... Will Mara and Jack make it to the end or will Mara be replaced with the girl she hired to work with Jack?

Normally, Joi is my Android or A.I character, i normally only play her on Barotrauma, but I needed someone to make Mara sweat, and clearly the Media from Wellsprings Tells things, was too intimidated by Mara. (for good reason too, after Mara threatened her, she smashed in Gorge's mom's head in. Gorge is a 13 year old boy who was hired and looked after by Jack and Mara. I will tell ya'll why later.)

okay... so those are my WIPs for whenever. I have been tagged by so many people i can't even keep up with, but most recently: @glitchinginthegarden

tagging: @imaginarycyberpunk2023 @nananarc @juststayquiete @aggravateddurian @ghostoffuturespast @pacificaisstillpacifica @gloryride @streetkid-named-desire @cyberpsychotic-purgatory

no pressure. i tagged anyone whose interacted with me recently. so sorry if you already done one this week and tagged me, im fr lizard brain most the time.

#WIPS #Cyberpunk Red #Cyberpunk Red Campaign #Water on Mars #Legends of Night City #Cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk 2077: phantom liberty #My OC: V3AH #My OC: Joi #My OC: Mara “Panthera” Guerrero #OC: Jago #My OC: Shin Chae-Rin aka Dart #Maaaaannnnn #i rarely do these

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purplerose244 · 1 year ago

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Watched the seventh episode of LEGO DreamZzz: Loved it!

Do I sound redundant? Absolutely. Do I care since I keep enjoying this show so much and I want the world to know? ABSOLUTELY NOT LET'S GET GOING 🤩

Also yeah I made, like, two plotlines in my head about headcanon Mateo anomaly since last time... FANFICTIONS BABY 😎😎😎

CHEAT CODE

... why do I feel like Logan is gonna do something stupid? 😅

I love Mateo's character, is very real to me. In the Dream World he is getting more confident, he's the one that comes up with the plans, while in the Waking World he's still battling his insecurities 💕💕

LOOK AT THIS CUTIE I WOULD JOIN YOUR TEAM IF I WASN'T NOWHERE NEAR MIDDLE SCHOOL 😂😂

Sorry mom moment over also where's his and Izzie's mom

Figures Logan was gonna intervene...

Nuuuuu I thought we put the derogatory Mattie behind, come on Logan stop doing one step forward and two backwards! I WANNA CHEER FOR YOU DANG IT 😡

As of now I'm pretty sure Zoey doesn't dig any of you, and I say it with my heart 😂

Aww they got their bunks on the tree now! I was wondering what those things were, that a cool landing

Not a complain but if feels like the plot is moving forward a bit slowly. This is either the established pace and the finale will pick it up, or there's hope for season 2 and everything now is basically to explain

NEVER MIND THAT IT'S GAME TIME 🤩🤩

This gives me massive Ninjago Rebooted and Prime Empire vibes, hopefully no one will die here ��‍💫

Rivalry happening of course 🤣

I wonder what Zoey's up to...

The terms are kinda interesting to me. Logan wants dibs on asking Zoey to join his team, most likely because Mateo wanted to ask her. Mateo didn't do the same and instead went directly for Logan, likely still very salty from when he left their team

I like that we're slowly exploring more of them, they seem to really want to be obstacles to each other, but also aren't able to ignore each other

I'm usually annoyed by these shenanigans but they're really young here, so honey I find this clumsy and kinda cute 😂

What are we playing then?

YOU DID NOT MAKE A COOKING MAMA REFERENCE I'M DYING 😂😂😂

And do not diss the game, I love it!

OMG Z-BLOB JUST WINKED LOOK AT THAT LITTLE BUDDY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA- 💚💚💚

Another interesting part to me is this one, like, in the real world you know that Logan would totally own Mateo. But this is the Dream World and Teo is really good at dream crafting, something Logan isn't. I wonder if Logan is self conscious over not being able to craft like the others

MAT AND Z PLAYING TOGETHER IS GIVING ME LIIIIIIFE 💚💚💚

Who is this obviously shady guy?

Ooohhh, I see where this is going, but good on Logan for initially refusing. Yeah I'm pretty sure he hates how he can't craft well, big insecurities play here

This is annoying to see though, imagine you're playing and the blue guy JUST WON'T DIE DANG IT 😡

Aaaaaand everything is falling apart

Cooper is always breaking up their fights, but I wonder if he wants to preserve peace or he just can't handle them fighting. We never saw his opinion of this rivalry, he's just here to be friends for the both of them

Not sure if we're ever going to talk about it

Heeeeyy, Logan saved Mateo! For once... saying whatever... sweetie stop being this inconsistent, please, I know you can be a softie when you want 😅

WAIT WAS ZOEY BAKING?! WAS THAT BAKING PAPA?!?! OMG ZOEY MY APPRECIATION FOR YOU IS RISING!! 🤩

I... did not expect the robot to just start shooting everyone 😂😂

Guardians of the realms, interesting...

Nuuuuuu more PTSD for poor Izzie, don't take another one of her plushy friends away from her please 😭 I'm so happy Teo is such an understanding brother in this

Logan saying "Idk that thing looks sick" and Cooper being like "Dude she's right there please read the room!" 😂😂 That's one of my favourite parts of this episode

SHE WAS! ZOEY WAS PLAYING THE GAME! I FLIPPING LOVE HER! 😍😍😍

LEGO got very strong female characters, got Nya, got Macy, but it's nice to see the lone wolf with a soft side too 💕

Hi prof, we made a whoopsie here 😅

Okay seriously, everyone is so wonderful to Izzie and her situation! No mockery, no forcing, they're like "you stay here, we go this!"! Look at Zoey too! Despite her distance I think she already thinks of Izzie as her friend 💕💕

AND LOOK AT IZZIE OVERCOMING HER FEARS AND JOINING IN AAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THESE KIDS SO MUCH!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Logan still needs work though

It pains my heart seeing Mateo sometimes, like, look at him being in charge without a second though! If he was confident like this all the time, he could achieve so much more. I'm a sucker for low self-esteem character finding their spark, I'm enjoying his rise a lot! 💚💚💚

Love me a good LEGO fist bump 😎😎

GOOD JOB EVERYONE EVEN YOU LOGAN EVEN THOUGH I STILL HAVE SOME PROBLEMS WITH YOU 😅

Ah, Mateo and Logan moment, alright these kids are going somewhere!

Mateo said that Logan is a good teammate, and I agree. His problem is that he struggles with others taking charge instead of him, but I don't think he's made for leadership. Mat is great at leading, the moment Logan realizes that, the team will get better

OH-OH THE NIGHTMARE KING KNOWS LOGAN GOT ISSUES ABORT ABORT WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN NOW??? 😱

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k-chips · 2 years ago

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For real I can see so many scenarios with Penny and Giacomo wrangling everyone together for makeup work (mainly Giacomo but since Penny is the Big Boss she sadly is the only one they'd actually listen too and Giacomo promised her first dibs of his new mix if she helped him), or Eri and Mela having a bug girls night with Penny while she's kinda awkwardly hiding in her hoodie cuz she's never actually had a girls night with friends before, or Atticus helping her with her wardrobe or Ortega and her doing tech geek stuff together where he designs some cool invention and Penny does all the coding and stuff necassary for their science projects. And overall just a lot of Team Star making a collective effort to kinda help Penny come out of her shell and her repaying them by being the first to snap back at anyone making jabs or nasty comments about the "school delinquents" and Arceus forbid it ever get to the point of a pokemon battle because her Eevees are JUST as protective of Team Star

YEEEES

Cuties

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bonbun8911 · 1 year ago

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I’m extremely bored so take this image of Gaz and Dib being cutie patooties 😼

#gaz membrane #invader zim #so silly #dib membrane #membranes

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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years ago

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JO OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Listen son," Wayne continued. "I know it's hard to do this all over again; I told you that you didn't—" Wayne <3

"Alright Harrington, alright," Eddie bobbed his head from side to side in contemplation and then grinned ferally. "Mine's bigger." EDDIE MUNSON!!! WHEN YOU KNOW HIM, LOVELIEST JO, YOU SIMPLY DO KNOW HIM.

He wasn't that great at peanut butter and jelly or carrot sticks...but he did teach Eddie that you could put potato chips inside of your sandwich though. Taught him how to make the best of a situation, to take care of himself. Another thing you might not know about me, Jo, is I'm a whore for Wayne and Eddie domestic headcanons. Wayne teaching Eddie to put crisps in his sandwiches is the headcanon I've been waiting for.

"When did everyone get so damn rude?" Steve grumbled to himself. It was the fifth person who had done that today. Hawkins High really had gone to the pits in the past few months since he graduated. 😢😢 I'm not proud of it but I'm so engrossed I'm going 'yeah, Steve!!! That's how sweet Eddie is treated all the time!!!' You have my emotions in your lovely hands.

"Thefarrahfawcettspray," he muttered. Real giggles occurred.

"I wasn't exactly eager to check Eddie's body out," Steve scrunched his nose in dismissal. Denial is a hell of a drug Steve 💅

But she was pretty cool to shake their hands after the event was over. Tell them how good they were. Cuties!!! We were robbed of this friendship!!!

But he never ended up asking you out, no matter how many signals you gave him, how much time you spent with him. How you wore the cutest outfits if you knew you’d partner with him in class. I'm literally shaking Eddie by the shoulders. Where were you, man???

"You're gonna love this place," Steve had said, taking your hand in his. "Nance thought it was great when I took her there too." Oh Steven. Steven, Steven, Steven 😬

Who was funny and clever and silly and handsome and more. Who was everything you could kind of ever dream of. Who you got into a fight with your best friend over because she thought she had dibs since her brother was his friend. Whose name you scribbled in your notebook and almost died the one time he flipped through to copy your notes. Shaking Eddie wildly. I said WHERE WERE YOU??? 😫

It was almost cathartic to yell those things at himself. To get a feel of what everyone else felt when they yelled those things at him. To not be on the receiving end of it for once. Eddie boy :(((

"Yeah," you sighed. "But please...please don't do that again. Don't call Eddie a freak. He's my friend and he deserves better than that." EDDIE OPEN YOUR MASSIVE EYEEEEEES I'M GETTING ANRGY NOW

"Well tell you what," he said and peeled his Family Video vest from his shoulders. "As long as you don't tell Keith that I made you a temporary employee for the night--that's what this means you know, so don't take it lightly--you can wear my vest." …Okay he's cute enough that I've forgiven him immediately.

"C-can I," he whispered, soft enough that you could barely hear him. "Can I kiss you, honey?" 🥺

How would Eddie have kissed you? Dragging my hands down my face. JO!!!

Where was Wayne's karmic reward? Genuinely love that you've made his relationship with Wayne a clear setback for him 'being' Steve. Like sweet Eddie feeling pangs and wanting to look after his uncle still, I adore.

Jo I'm so obsessed with this

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 2)

Part 1 - Part 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Word Count: 8.4k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love, mutual pining, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 2 either but the next chapter does get steamy.

Note: Ok big shout out to @ghost-proofbaby for her Steve lessons and just generally being a Steve soundboard. I'm not a Steve girl yet but...idk. And then also to @trashmouth-richie for being so supportive and listening as I ramble on about plot things. I admire you both as writers and love you guys as friends; thank you for your support.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

“No, no, no,” Steve whined as he approached the mirror, squishing his face and pinching at his cheeks. “This is a dream. I’m still asleep. Or I’m dead.”

He cleared his throat a few times, slapped it, pinched his Adam's apple. He used every bit of willpower in him to stop the voice that was coming out of his mouth from being Eddie’s voice. It didn't stop that everything else was Eddie's though.

Eddie’s hair. His face. His body.

Steve was in his house—trailer, Steve recalled. It was a trailer. He was wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed.

Steve vaguely recalled the thing he thought last night when Eddie left Family Video.

A curse.

Eddie had put a curse on Steve. Steve had made Eddie pay non-member prices for his stupid video rental and Eddie put a fucking curse on him?!

There was a knock at the door and Steve jumped.

"Everything alright in there Ed?" a hoarse, muffled voice asked.

"Uhhh," Steve tried to come up with some kind of response, but suddenly all of the excuses he could ever come up with eluded him. Every scrap of knowledge he had ever reluctantly learned about Eddie Munson—thwip—gone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to focus, get in the moment, clear his head. If this was a basketball game or a swim meet, he would never let himself get this worked up.

"I'm fine," he started and then paused.

Eddie's parents weren't around anymore, who did he live with? The kids had mentioned it once or twice, said the guy was nice, a little rough around the edges. Said he let Eddie do whatever he wanted for the most part. His uncle...

"I'm fine Uncle W-wayne," Steve answered.

"Late for school," Wayne sighed. "You skipping again?"

"I--"

Steve didn't know what kind of excuse to come up with. What kind of excuses did Eddie give his uncle? His attendance was abysmal, Steve knew, and on the days he was in class, his attention was barely there. Always scribbling and doodling and cracking jokes when he was called on to answer.

He should have just dropped out the first time he failed, a fact that Steve had mocked him for repeatedly, let alone this second time.

Fuck, but if Steve was stuck in Eddie's body, he couldn't not go to school. He had enough trouble with his high school diploma, let alone without one. Maybe...maybe he could ask Dustin to help with his—

Dustin.

That little brat would be at school. Of course. He and others...they were a part of this little cult...maybe they knew what Eddie did to him? Or they could help him at the very least figure out how to reverse this curse.

"Listen son," Wayne continued. "I know it's hard to do this all over again; I told you that you didn't—"

"No, it's ok," Steve quickly cut him off. "I just slept in...accidentally. I'll go. I'm late but I'll go."

"Alright, whatever you say. I got a fresh pot going for you but I'm gonna get cleaned up and hit the hay alright?"

"Sounds good," Steve replied absentmindedly, staring around the room trying to figure out what, in all of the piles of clothing and junk, he could wear.

"Steve Harrington."

Eddie rummaged through the products in the medicine cabinet. Shampoos and after shaves and hair gels and mousses. Way more interesting and expensive sounding than the bottom shelf stuff he got at Melvald's.

He had to be honest, some of it didn't smell great and he didn't see the appeal. Oh well.

"The name's Harrington, Steve Harrington."

He shuffled through the clothes in the closet and the dressed. A lot of trendy, Sears catalog-looking stuff. Polos and windbreakers and jeans in various shades of blue. All neatly hung and folded, nothing out of place, even the underwear drawer was pristine. Nothing black or ripped or...god forbid a band tee or something like that.

Eddie was gonna have to change that...eventually.

"Hey, uh, have we met before? I'm Steve, Steve Harrington."

After the initial shock of finding that he was, indeed, in Steve's body, a sort-of calmness washed over Eddie. The panic subsided pretty quickly, to be honest; he might have been full of electric, frantic energy that dared to be contained, but he was also very good at improvising and devising a plan thanks to years of DnD.

But what was the plan when you found yourself in someone else's body? There wasn't really a handbook for that but like any good player...he would just have to play the part until the answers were revealed to him. And that meant he would have to become Steve Harrington--know Steve Harrington--in a way that he would have loathed if he wasn't in this situation specifically.

The first step had been checking out what Steve was packing.

Eddie peeled away the tight purple briefs and stared at his dick.

"Alright Harrington, alright," Eddie bobbed his head from side to side in contemplation and then grinned ferally. "Mine's bigger." And with that he adjusted himself back in the underwear and continued on his exploration.

Clothes, shoes, books—or more accurately the lack thereof.

Jesus, how have I failed twice and he graduated?

He dug through drawers, found the stash of dirty magazines under the bed, and then scanned over the calendar neatly pinned above the desk with shifts at Family Video clearly penciled-in in a handwriting that looked way too nice to be Steve's.

Steve would be expected to open the store this morning and Eddie grimaced. It wasn't exactly how he wanted to spend his day, but he had a part to play.

He grabbed the little green and orange vest hanging off the back of the desk chair and threw it on over the trendy striped polo that made him itch—did Steve have some kind of allergy or something? God, his chest and arms were just itchy, and it was driving Eddie nuts.

He headed downstairs, through the immaculate house that he vaguely knew the layout of having dealt at a party Steve held last year, to the kitchen to rummage for some kind of breakfast.

He had already checked upstairs and now again as he walked through; the house was empty. Steve's parents gone for the day.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he opened the fridge and found, among the very neat and plentiful groceries, a brown paper lunch bag with the name "Stevie" written on it with a little heart.

"Great," Eddie scoffed bitterly, the first really sour thought he’d had all morning. "His mommy still makes his lunches."

Eddie thought about the handwriting on the calendar upstairs; it was the same as the lunch bag. Thought about the neatly folded clothes, about the extremely tidy rooms. He knew Steve's mom didn't work; she didn't do much of anything except parade around town flaunting her perfect life.

And she was a real bitch.

She was on the Hawkins Town Council and the PTA. She was the first person to call Hellfire Club a cult when they had originally petitioned for some money from the PTA for shirts a few years back. She had called Eddie a menace too many times to count, periodically to his face if he parked a little too close to the front to her liking at Bradley's.

"And she makes her precious baby boy Stevie tuna salad sandwiches and ants on a log like he's 6," Eddie grumbled as he peeked inside the bag. He couldn't remember the last time someone made his lunch for him.

Well he could...in those early days with Wayne. They were both trying to navigate the new living arrangement after his mom had passed. He wasn't that great at peanut butter and jelly or carrot sticks...but he did teach Eddie that you could put potato chips inside of your sandwich though. Taught him how to make the best of a situation, to take care of himself.

So that's what he was going to do. He was gonna make the best out of this situation and play the part and get through the day. Because things were always good—life was always good—if you were Steve Harrington. And he was Steve Harrington now.

"And Steve Harrington," Eddie pushed past the bitterness and found a little spark of goodness. "Drives a BMW."

"Watch where you're going freak!" Someone grunted at Steve as they rammed their shoulder into his as they passed.

"When did everyone get so damn rude?" Steve grumbled to himself. It was the fifth person who had done that today. Hawkins High really had gone to the pits in the past few months since he graduated.

To be fair, everything had really sucked for him so far that day. He thought, Hawkins High was his stomping ground. Just put on the Harrington charm—despite the rough exterior—and everything would work out.

He was so wrong.

First he had gotten detention for being late to class, apparently for the third day that week—

God, Munson needed to get his act together; no wonder he hadn't graduated yet.

—then when he had tried to schmooze Mrs. Worth, the school secretary, into giving him Dustin's schedule, she laughed. And when he asked if he could have a copy of his own schedule, Eddie's schedule, she had just rolled her eyes and said,

"Trying every trick in the book to get out of classes, Edward. I can't help you unless you help yourself."

"How can I help myself if I don't have a schedule Jeanine?" he snarked, figuring Eddie's own signature shitty attitude would get him somewhere instead.

It only added an extra 15 minutes onto his detention.

Great.

Finally he managed to find the crumbled scrap of a class schedule in Eddie's locker—the only locker without a lock on it although he doubted anyone would want to steal from this absolute cesspit—amongst the piles of incomplete homework and garbage and overdue library books. It took everything in Steve not to rip it to pieces when he saw archaic symbols drawn all over it, no doubt another curse Eddie was waiting to enact on someone.

Steve just went through the motions and still got picked on and berated by every teacher and most of the students. Of course, Eddie fucking deserved everything he got. He was a lazy student and a menace, always causing some kind of trouble. But it made Steve especially grumbly that he would now have to deal with the fallout of Eddie's shit. Despite trying to adapt his own good behavior.

"Just gotta find Henderson and this will all have been some silly dream," Steve muttered to himself all day. And thankfully he had survived until lunch and immediately spotted Dustin and Mike as they sat down at the freaks' usual lunch table.

God he needed to get those kids away from Munson and his cult. Especially now that he knew what they could do.

He quickly crossed the busy cafeteria, uncaring of anyone he bumped into or the sharp words they spat at him.

"Henderson, we need to have a little chat," Steve announced as he reached the table. One of the older kids at the table—Steve tried to recall his name: Gary, Garth, Garrett—perked up at the sight of "Eddie" though and started chatting excitedly.

"Hey we were just talking about Hellfire tonight. I know you won't tell us anything but do we ne—”

"Hellfire's canceled," Steve dismissed coldly.

"What?!" They all started talking over one another.

"You never cancel Hellfire."

"Are you sick?"

"Guys he's dying. Or he's lost his mind."

Steve felt the annoyance bubble up inside of him and he raised his voice.

"It's canceled!" He leveled all of them with a scathing look. "I've got detention. Alright?"

"You always have detention," Mike spoke up, then cowered slightly as Steve glared at him. "Y-you've never canceled before..."

"Tough shit. Maybe next week." Steve turned his attention back to Dustin. "Let's go."

He grabbed Dustin by the arm, hauled him out of his seat, and pulled him out of the cafeteria.

As soon as the heavy double doors clicked shut behind them, Steve fell back against the wall and buried his face in his hands.

"Shit! Eddie!" Dustin's demeanor immediately went from fear to concern. "What's going on?"

"'m not Eddie," Steve groaned.

"What?"

"I'm not Eddie!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands out as if it would reveal who he actually was. "It's Steve, I'm Steve."

"O-ok?"

"I'm Steve and I woke up in Eddie's body and I don't know what's happening and I'm..." He started breathing heavily. "I'm so fucking pissed off and I'm so fucking scared."

"Hey listen man, I know," Dustin began hesitantly. "I know you keep telling us that the weed is not for freshman but if this is supposed to scare me—"

"This isn't to scare you," Steve grumbled, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders so he could pull him closer. "I'm not high. And I'm not Eddie. I'm Steve Harrington."

Dustin blinked at him.

"Ok..." he nodded slowly. "You're Steve Harrington? Tell me something only Steve and I would know."

Steve wracked his brain; there were a lot of things that he and Dustin shared, he was closer to Dustin than all of the other kids. But now, so was Eddie...so what was something that Eddie wouldn't know?

"Last year...last December..."

"Yeah?"

"The Snow Ball?"

"Ok?"

"I helped you with your hair...I told you my secret."

"Which was?"

Steve and Dustin stared each other down for a moment before Steve caved.

"Thefarrahfawcettspray," he muttered.

"What was that?"

"The Farrah Fawcett Spray, alright? I swore you to secrecy, I wouldn't tell anyone else, let alone Eddie Munson." He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth.

"Son of a bitch!" Dustin hissed. "It really is you."

"I told you so, you little punk."

"What did...I mean..." Dustin clutched the bill of his cap with both hands and exhaled. "How?"

"I was hoping you could help me figure that out," Steve sighed. "And how to undo it."

"I think this is a little beyond my academic ability Steve."

"No, not just because you're smart. Because you hang around Munson. He's the one who did this to me."

"Wh-what?" Steve started talking a mile a minute and Dustin stopped him. "Ok, slow down. I'm gonna need you to start over. If you want me to help you, I need to know everything."

Steve spent the rest of lunch explaining everything to Dustin, from the interaction with Eddie at Family Video to feeling off last night during dinner and then waking up in Eddie's body this morning.

Dustin asked, what seemed to be, random questions. Like if he had remembered brushing his teeth the night before, if he’d had any indigestion, or if there were any scars that he had as Steve that might have appeared on "Eddie's" body instead.

"I wasn't exactly eager to check Eddie's body out," Steve scrunched his nose in dismissal.

"You didn't even take a shower or anything?" Dustin asked.

"I mean, no," Steve shrugged. "But now that I think of it...how am I gonna even be able to take a shower. Ugh, I don't want to touch Eddie's junk."

"Your junk," Dustin reminded him.

"Eddie's body," Steve insisted.

"And you're Eddie for the foreseeable future," Dustin shrugged. The bell signaling the end of the period rang and Dustin sighed. "Listen, I'm gonna skip next period and see if the school library has anything useful. But I'm not hopeful."

"Hey, you shouldn't skip class!" Steve argued.

"It's just Latin."

"Which you're failing."

"Skipping one class while you've literally had your mind transplanted into another body over night seems like the correct choice. I'll see you later." Dustin disappeared amongst the throngs of students and Steve sighed, resigned to go through the motions for the rest of the day.

It was a lot more of the same shit he'd gone through in the morning: getting body checked in the hall, having his books slapped out of his hand, teachers purposefully calling on him thinking he wasn't paying attention—even though he was, thank you very much. Although...considering that Eddie's notebooks were filled with doodles and poetry and shit...it wasn't a far stretch to believe that no, Eddie didn't actually pay any attention in class.

Steve actually had never had any classes with Eddie except for PE, really. And the fact that Eddie got into constant arguments with Coach should have been enough of an indicator of his poor academic performance as it was. But he’d based all of his assumptions on other factors. They hadn’t really interacted short of seeing him roaming the halls, the many few times Steve and his friends had mocked the Hellfire kids, even the one or two times Steve had gone up to Eddie himself to coerce him into dealing at a party.

He had always thought of Eddie as a thorn in everyone's side...but now being Eddie...

The bell rang signaling the end of the day and although Steve knew he had to get to the cafeteria for detention, he still went to find Dustin and see if he had any answers.

It wasn't a long search, Dustin was waiting by Eddie's locker looking...incredibly nervous.

"Anything?" Steve asked.

"The school library isn't well-stocked with occult books," Dustin sighed. "Best I could find was this, Mysteries of the Unknown, which I'm gonna read, I just don't think it's gonna help us out very much."

Steve groaned and covered his face with his hands.

This was just great.

“Listen, I’m gonna level with you this is…kind of outside of my expertise here Steve,” Dustin said hesitantly.

“But what about the cult stuff,” Steve asked, throwing his hands out. “You spend every Friday with Hellfire Club.”

“Playing a board game,” Dustin defended. “One that you could have learned by now if you just—”

“You’re telling me there aren’t any spells or...or something that could do this in your little game?"

"It's Dungeons and Dragons. Not Jumanji."

"...does that game maybe have a spell that—"

"No!"

"Well what about all of this shit Eddie has drawn in his notebooks, huh?" Steve fumbled to flip to one of the pages that had little symbols drawn in the corner. "What is this?"

"Probably something for a campaign. Maybe you should ask Eddie?" Steve froze and Dustin frowned. "You...have talked to Eddie about this right? You didn't just...come to school...without talking to Eddie, did you?"

Steve felt like an idiot. Of course Eddie would be in his body if he was in Eddie's. Eddie didn't just...banish Steve...he put a curse on both of them.

"Dustin Henderson, you are a genius." Steve pressed a kiss to Dustin's head, turned on his heel, and ran towards the door. Detention be damned.

"I'm not a genius, you're just an idiot!"

For all of the fears Eddie had about growing up—finally graduating, deciding if he should take some classes at the community college like the guidance counselor suggested ages ago, having to get a job or really throwing everything he had into making Corroded Coffin successful—he was honestly having a good time working at Family Video.

Steve always seemed a little bored and grumpy every time Eddie had stopped in. But it wasn't that bad if Eddie was being honest.

He'd been a little frantic at first, trying to figure out which key unlocked the door, and how to turn on the computer and open the cash register—thankfully there were little handwritten instructions taped under the keyboard—but once everything was up and running, it was a good time. He got to put a movie on—Star Wars, duh—easily chatted with some of the apparent-regulars who came by to make returns, even processed shipments of some new releases. It was a blast.

Eddie vaguely wondered, whenever he found himself back in his own body, if he should apply for a job here.

The bell above the door rang and Eddie turned, expecting to greet customers, only to be met with a fuming Robin Buckley.

Eddie didn’t know Robin very well, but what he did know he respected, if not outright liked. During his first senior year, she and a group of band nerds had gone up against Corroded Coffin in the last round of the Hawkins High Battle of the Bands. Now, he knew that the whole competition was rigged—Corroded Coffin had gotten second place despite being the best metal band in town—but she was pretty cool to shake their hands after the event was over. Tell them how good they were.

Of course, her band did a cover of "We Will Rock You" and "We are the Champions." Kind of cheating if you'd asked Eddie...but they did a pretty good job of it. He couldn't fault the student body for choosing that over the alleged Devil Worship music.

However, gone was the bashful Robin in his memory, and instead there she stood seemingly gearing up for a fight, with her sleeves rolled up and teeth gnashing together as she sneered.

"Forget something today dingus?" Robin asked "Steve" through clenched teeth.

"Uhhh," Eddie fumbled. "I don't kn—"

"Me! You forgot to pick me up for school," Robin exclaimed, hands thrown up in the air in exasperation. "You didn't even call? What gives?"

"I, uh," Eddie wracks his brain for an excuse. Because he didn't know he needed to? Because he wasn't actually Steve? "I accidentally overslept."

"And then I was worried about you," Robin rambled, running a hand through her bangs as she went on. "You could have...crashed into a pole, or...or...had a stroke and drove into a ditch."

"I'm sorry," Eddie offered with a half-smile.

"You better be! And your alarm better be set on Monday; I am not walking to school again," Robin grumbled as she headed to the back room to clock in. Eddie sighed in relief as the door shut behind her.

He really did feel bad about not picking her up for school. His friends were used to him skipping or just...sleeping late. If he wasn't at their houses to pick them up by a certain time, they knew they'd have to find another ride. Or just walk.

Gareth's mom was usually nice enough to give them rides on the days when Eddie didn't show.

But Robin...well, shit, Eddie knew Steve and Robin worked together...not only here but at Scoops Ahoy before this but damn, he didn't know Harrington was driving her to school. He must have been really good about picking her up every day if she was mad and worried.

"—and the thing is that I worried all day for nothing." Robin continued as she walked back onto the shop floor. "What if he's dead? What if his parents don't know? I think I failed my algebra test because of you so...just call next time ok?" She stared at him expectantly.

"Ok, I will," Eddie nodded. But Robin just narrowed her eyes at him and folded her arms across her chest. "What?"

"What do you mean what?" she asked. "What are you still standing there for? It's almost 4."

"Oh!" Eddie checked his watch. "Is it? I guess...my shift is over right?"

She stared at him with a dumbfounded expression and then slammed her hands on the counter, making him jump.

"This is why you're single, this is why you can't find a girlfriend," she whined. "I don't even feel bad for you anymore. Not when you're screwing it up every step of the way. I really thought you were gonna get it right this time."

What was she talking about?

"How could you forget!?"

And in spectacular timing that Eddie could only have expected in a movie, the clock struck 4, the bell rang as the door opened, and you walked in for your date with Steve.

You were nervous.

Of course you were nervous, this was your third date with Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington. You sort of still didn't believe that he had asked you out.

You didn’t believe you were still going out with him.

It was just a random night that you'd run into Family Video to grab a movie before they closed. How easily he bantered with you, how he made you laugh, how he suggested Sixteen Candles of all movies for your study night with the girls from your classes at the Tri-County Community College.

He had made a joke when he looked up your mom’s membership…if the number on file was up-to-date so he could inform you of new releases…or just to ask you out.

You had giggled so stupidly after you left. He had called that night.

You'd always been sort of afraid of him during school. He was cute, sure, charming when he wanted to be...but he was popular and a jock and kind of a douche. You’d seen him pick on countless nerds.

He was King Steve, The "Hair" Harrington, whose dad owned the car dealership and had even run for Mayor once and was expected to run again. And you...you didn't have confidence issues really, but there wasn't anything really special about you either. You'd always held out hope that your silly high school crush would ask you out, so you never accepted any of the offers you had from any other boys.

But he never ended up asking you out, no matter how many signals you gave him, how much time you spent with him. How you wore the cutest outfits if you knew you’d partner with him in class.

And shy of some random drunken makeouts and one unfortunate hookup at some stupid party to get your first time “out of the way” (according to Julie Williams)…you stayed single.

Now you were out of the dregs of the high school hierarchy, sure, but you never expected Steve to ask you out. You weren't popular by any means...

But neither was Nancy Wheeler before Steve dated her.

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

You couldn't get the name out of your head. Or more accurately, you couldn't get Steve saying her name out of your head. You hadn't even heard of her until they had started dating in your junior year; she was a year younger than you and Steve. Sweet, a little timid maybe. You thought they were cute together, always kind of near each other. Holding hands or kissing or laughing.

Nancy stood in the spotlight with Steve, and they spent enough time for him to become nicer and for her to become more confident. Confident enough to dump him about halfway through your senior year.

Rumors were afloat about King Steve losing his crown. That the new kid Billy Hargrove had taken it when the king was down on his luck. But Billy was an even bigger douchebag and you'd thought...well, Steve was the big man on campus, he would bounce back right? Surely once you graduated at least? He’d find his footing and move on?

And you thought he had. He’d stayed in town, gotten a job, went about his life like it was normal. Still drove around and charmed the town, asking girls out and whatnot. Asking you out.

Imagine your surprise when he mentioned Nancy on your first date. Coffee at that little bakery in the town square; he had ordered for you before you got there and you asked if it was his favorite or something.

"Well Nance always liked it so I figured you might."

And then again at the movies, he'd ordered you a cherry coke and Mike and Ikes. No popcorn.

"Nancy always complained about the kernels getting stuck in her teeth."

You were patient and you tried to be nice. But it created this constant, subconscious comparison to her that hit you every time you saw her around town. And she was always around.

And Steve…tried, he made sure the dates were nice, he called on the phone, asked you about your day, told you about his. You just knew you couldn’t…allow yourself to feel less than, even if Steve didn’t realize he was doing it to you.

So you decided you were gonna end things.

You'd gone to Family Video to tell him as much, to have a nice discussion, before heading to your shift at Benny's. But he was very sweet, unexpectedly so. Promised your third date would be something special. You'd both dress up. He'd take you out to dinner somewhere nice.

"You're gonna love this place," Steve had said, taking your hand in his. "Nance thought it was great when I took her there too."

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

And at that moment you decided to just pull your hand away and tell him "I'm sorry Steve" and "you can’t keep bringing her up, it’s over."

Until you caught sight of Eddie Munson at the corner of your eye.

Your high school crush.

Who never saw you as more than a classmate.

And you decided...even if you were tired of playing second fiddle to Nancy…you had spent enough time waiting to be noticed by Eddie. All of high school and, you were ashamed to say it, even now after the fact.

You couldn’t do this anymore. Couldn’t pass upon another boy who actually noticed you just to keep waiting on Eddie.

So you told Steve that his idea was great and you went on your merry way.

You had convinced yourself that it could work out, that you could be Steve’s girlfriend if he asked, if he kissed you at the end of the night. You'd dressed up to go to class today, knowing that you wouldn't have time to change for the date after. Your friends had teased you about your date, about the fluffy tafetta dress you'd chosen, giggled along with you and inflated your confidence.

It was still a little bit of a shock when you walked into Family Video promptly at 4 only to find Robin standing in front of the counter with the most pitying, sympathetic look in her eyes. And Steve still behind it, looking like a deer in the headlights, still dressed in his casual work clothes, hair slightly disheveled.

Not prepared for your date at all.

Did he forget?

You shouldn’t have felt bad, really. You were meeting him after his shift. You knew that you didn’t always look or feel great after work. You should have given him the benefit of the doubt.

Or did he change his mind?

Because he talked the talk yesterday and you fell for it. You let your pride get the better of you and you should have just followed your instinct to end things.

That insidious voice in the back of your mind though…

Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler.

…told you that he realized you weren’t good enough.

"H-hey," you greeted sheepishly. Your throat got tight

“Say hi dumbass,” Robin muttered over her shoulder. “Steve was just telling me how excited he was for your date!”

“Really?”

And then…it felt like Steve was suddenly seeing you for the first time. Because Steve Harrington just had a way about him, right?. That cool, casual exterior. That easiness.

Looking at him now…his eyes were wider and brighter, his smile bigger, eager. It was a version of him that you hadn’t experienced.

Was this maybe what Nancy Wheeler saw when she looked at him…looking at her?

And now he was looking at you this way.

"I...I'm not late am I? Or too early maybe?" you asked, suddenly bashful under his gaze.

“No,” Steve shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

“Gross,” Robin gagged. “Ok get out of here before I vomit.”

Steve practically vaulted over the counter and disappeared into the back for a moment, then situated himself at your side upon his return.

“You ready to go?” He asked eagerly. You raised your eyebrows in question and glanced down at his outfit, still dressed the same, still wearing his Family Video vest even.

“Oh you…” you started and then stopped when his smile got even brighter. “Yeah let’s go.”

You were barely out the door when a familiar van skidded into the parking lot and came to a halt in the spot next to your car. Eddie jumped out of the driver's seat and slammed the door, before pointing at Steve with a manic look in his eyes.

“You!” Eddie shouted. “What did you do? How did you do this!?”

You immediately turned to Steve, whose eyes went wide for a moment before he smiled lazily, almost condescendingly.

“Me? I didn’t do anything,” Steve announced, holding his hands up innocently.

“I know you’re in there Eddie, you son of a bitch,” Eddie grumbled and practically lunged at Steve. Steve jumped a few steps back and you got between the two of them, hoping your presence would put Eddie at ease.

Wait…

Did he call Steve…Eddie? Did he call Steve by…his own name?

Was he high or something? You tried to rationalize it: The anger, the manic look in his eyes, the way his shoulders shook as he breathed heavily. It only made sense.

“Hey look at me,” you said gently. “It’s gonna be ok, you need to take a deep breath and calm down. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Stay out of this honey,” Eddie said through clenched teeth. “This is between me and him.”

“Steve, what’s going on?” You glance back at him for an answer.

“Nothi—” Steve began but Eddie quickly spoke over him.

“He put a curse on me, he put a curse on us,” Eddie heaved.

A curse?

“M-maybe you need a doctor or something,” you tried. “You aren’t making any sense.”

”He doesn’t need a doctor,” Steve called from behind you. “He’s a freak, a criminal. He needs to be locked up.”

Eddie froze and looked between you and Steve, fear suddenly in his eyes.

“Steve are you crazy?!” You turned and hissed at him, but by the time you turned back to Eddie, he was backing away and retreating into the van.

“This isn’t over,” he threatened, pointing at Steve through the window. “You’re gonna fix this.”

“Eddie wait!” The van backed out of its spot and sped back out of the parking lot. You sighed with worry. “Eddie.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve casually put a hand on your shoulder “Don’t worry about him.”

You turned on your heel and slapped his hand off you.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Eddie played the part perfectly...

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

...or so he thought.

While he would never call anyone else a freak, standing and staring at his own face--despite the realization that Steve was in there--it was almost cathartic to yell those things at himself. To get a feel of what everyone else felt when they yelled those things at him. To not be on the receiving end of it for once.

Except you didn't seem to see it that way.

While Eddie had felt like he had hit the jackpot all day, being in Steve's body, he knew that he really came out ahead when you showed up for your date with him. The thought briefly crossed his mind...if he broke your heart as Steve...it might be a better chance for him to ask you out and for you to say yes.

But considering that he might possibly spend the rest of his life as Steve Harrington...having you was too good of a chance to pass up.

He would rather have you as Steve, knowing you would never care for him as Eddie, than lose you altogether.

Except that might be exactly what he had done as you stood there glaring at him.

"W-what?" He asked nervously.

"Are you kidding me right now?" you exclaimed. "He...there was clearly something wrong with him. How could you say those things? How could you call him those names? And then he...he left...what if he gets hurt?"

"What do you care about Eddie Munson?" he scoffed.

"He's my friend!"

Fuck.

Hearing that made his heart ache in his chest. He was a friend. Yeah. Just a friend. Which is why...if he wanted to salvage this, he would have to think quickly.

"I just...you're right," he explained, holding his hands out defensively. "He looked like...there was something wrong. And you were so quick to jump in the way...what if he hurt you?"

"He wouldn't!"

"I was worried."

"He wouldn't have hurt me."

"Listen to me," he soothed and approached you carefully in case you lashed out again. "I...I care about you, honey. I don't want to see you hurt. And Eddie...definitely looked like he was ready to hurt someone. I needed to get him away from you."

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a moment, pulling at your fingers nervously as you contemplated his excuse.

"Alright," you finally nodded. "I understand."

"You do?" he asked.

"Yeah," you sighed. "But please...please don't do that again. Don't call Eddie a freak. He's my friend and he deserves better than that."

Eddie's throat got tight, wanting to scream--

It's me. I'm Eddie. I'm in here.

--instead he took a few steps closer and folded you into a hug. You shook for a second, and god damn did he feel like he was on the verge of shaking too.

He needed a distraction.

"So...how about that date huh?" He questioned after a few moments of savoring the feel of you in his arms. "You ready to go."

"Sure," you pulled back and gave him a small smile. "Where are we going?"

Eddie, of course, had no idea where Steve had planned to take you. His mommy didn't mark dates in his calendar like she did his work schedule. So he simply decided to make something up on the spot. One of his favorite places.

He simply told you it was a surprise and led you to Steve's BMW, opening the door for you like a gentleman should, before he got you both on the way.

His fingers fidgeted on the steering wheel as he drove. He debated asking you questions, but decided against it on the off chance that they were things Steve had already on your first two dates. And the music that Steve had in the car was abysmal and wouldn't do anything to calm Eddie's nerves.

You seemed content to stare out the window as he drove though, still fidgeting with your fingers as the drab scenery passed by once he got onto old highway 77.

A few miles past Starcourt sat "Stoney Creek Adventure Center," boasting a halfway decent arcade and two miniature golf courses. With all of the new amusements in and around Hawkins, it wasn't as busy as it was the few times his mom and Rick had taken him when he was a kid. But it was still pretty lively on a Friday night: some families with younger kids, a couple of teens who snuck into the windmill to get high and make out.

Eddie escorted you out of the car and watched as you stared at the half-faded turf and oversized obstacles.

"So?" he asked, hands on his hips. "What do you think?"

Your hesitation to answer made his throat tight again.

What if this wasn't a Steve Harrington-calibur date?

"Uh..." you paused and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. "This is the place you took Nancy Wheeler? You said...you were taking me someplace she really liked."

Alright, time to make it or break it.

"I just thought you might like something different," he shrugged. "I thought...I've been bringing up Nancy a little too much. I want to enjoy new things. With you."

The way your gaze softened and you smiled at him...yeah, he was really fixing all of Harrington's fuck-ups. Give you everything you deserved.

"Oh, that's...yeah, that's really sweet," you giggled. "I...I didn't want to say anything...I know she was important to you. But I was actually starting to feel like--"

"Hey, listen," he interrupted you, knowing what you were going to say next...feeling a little smug that he was right. "The past is the past. I'm sorry I made you feel like you were playing second fiddle to Nancy."

"You really did," you confirmed.

"But I really like you," Eddie admitted, feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders as the words escaped him. Even though the voice he said them with was not his own. "I want you to feel important too. Ok?"

"Ok," you agreed, lips pursed and nose scrunched as you obviously fought a smile.

"Alright then, let's get to putting," he clapped his hands together and started walking towards the arcade to pay for your rounds of golf.

He stopped, however, as you grabbed him by the arm.

"Don't you think I'm a little overdressed?" you asked bashfully, gesturing down at yourself. "You told me we were going someplace nice."

He placed a hand over his heart and acted wounded.

"You're saying mini golf isn't nice?" he whimpered.

"No, it's perfect, I just..." you shrugged. "I don't know, I think...I don't even have a jacket or anything."

You didn't fight the smile this time, it beamed brightly in the golden afternoon light. You put the vest on and did a little turn, modeling it for him, looking slightly ridiculous with your fancy dress and the stupid green and orange vest.

What Eddie wouldn't have done right then to have his battle vest instead right then. To make you look like you were his girl and not Steve's.

"Beautiful," he told you truthfully. "Now you ready to lose? I happen to be a mini golf champion."

"In your dreams," you scoffed.

No...not in his dreams anymore...

At the end of the night, well past it getting dark, Steve drove you back to the strip mall parking lot for you to get your car and head home. But it felt no less romantic than it would have been if he was actually dropping you off at home and you were chatting on your porch before you went inside.

“I really did have a great time tonight,” you told him honestly. It felt like a cliché, like something from a tv show. But...despite the rocky start, you did have a great time and it was absolutely nothing you expected from Steve of all people, especially not after those first two dates. After all of the things you had doubted.

You had played both of the miniature golf courses, sat at the little picnic benches and shared a basket of half-soggy fries with ice cream cones--yours strawberry, his a chocolate-vanilla swirl--and chatted about your classes, and then ended the night beating the high score on Space Invaders.

Maybe things were looking up after all. Maybe you were right to give him this last chance.

“It was kind of perfect," you continued. "Thank you.”

“Well, what can I say?” Steve beamed. “I’m full of good ideas, when I’m inspired to have them.”

“And I, um, inspired you?” You asked hesitantly.

“You have no idea,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t even believe what was going on in here even if I told you.” He tapped his forehead a few times.

You reached up and rapped your knuckles on the side of his head the way you would a watermelon to see if it was ripe.

“I dunno, sounds kind of hollow to me—Steve!!” He grabbed you around the middle and started tickling you. You yelped and giggled as his fingers relentlessly tapped and pinched at your sides. “Stop it.”

“Sorry, honey, I told you I was full of ideas,” he pouted playfully but didn’t let up. “You just looked awful ticklish; it inspired me.”

“I can’t,” you laughed. “I can’t breathe.”

“I guess I can stop,” Steve sighed, the tickling letting up for a moment. His hands stilled on your waist as you caught your breath and he inched closer. “I think I’m inspired by something else now, to be completely honest with you.”

And then he did a thing--something he had been doing all night--he was looking at you like he couldn’t really believe you were there with him. His eyes were sparkling and happy. His smile wasn’t the…signature smooth Harrington smile that you’d grown accustomed to the last few dates. It was wider, easier.

“Y-yeah?” You whispered. “What’s that?”

He leaned in closer, rubbed his nose against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you exhaled softly.

"C-can I," he whispered, soft enough that you could barely hear him. "Can I kiss you, honey?"

"Y-yeah," you agreed just as softly. He hummed but didn't make another move, choosing to continue giving you such soft attention. It made your heart melt.

"You sure?"

"Please," you keened.

He let out a soft chuckle and pressed his lips to yours and you sighed.

If was all of the tender softness you deserved, but never knew in the fast, hormone-and-alcohol driven kisses you had experienced in high school. However few. You were simply surrounded by him.

His touch--his soft lips molding to yours, pressing, and his hands on your waist, pulling--constant and pleading for more but never pushing. His scent that invaded your senses--sharp and citrusy and fresh, like a summer's day. His sounds, that simple...constant little hum as the seconds ticked by.

He was everywhere and everything.

But...

You thought about Eddie earlier that day, the striking, wild look in his eye. So different from the Eddie you were used to, the Eddie you cared about, the Eddie your heart beat for over the past 5 years. You were worried about him, yes, but one thought occupied your mind.

How would Eddie have kissed you?

Your heart stung when Steve pulled away and you blinked back the burning in the back of your eyes.

You couldn't entertain those thoughts, not when Steve was standing right in front of you, after he had just kissed you so perfectly, and looked at you as if you were the only thing that could ever make him happy.

“G’night honey,” he murmured.

“Goodnight,” you whispered guiltily. "Goodnight Steve."

Eddie made it back to the Harrington's house with a big smile on his face.

He could do this forever if he had to.

Live in Steve's body, go to work at Steve's job, drive Steve's car, kiss Steve's girlfriend.

He'd been partially wondering on his drive back to the house--

Between the long, sweet moments of recalling your kiss.

--if this was, perhaps, some kind of karmic reward for all of the shit life had handed to him. A terrible father, a dead mother, a short attention span, and the entire town voicing their opinion that he was some dirty, rotten, trailer park freak. And then on the contrary, Steve--who had been given everything he never asked for and was an ungrateful shit--could have some karma as well.

As he made it up the stairs--the stairs, Eddie still couldn't believe it--to his new bedroom, Eddie thought about Wayne and did feel a little guilt. He definitely suffered just as Eddie did, maybe more so, simply for the fact that he had to put up with Eddie for 10 years and now would have to put up with Steve too. Eddie's stomach turned when he thought of all the things he did just to take something off Wayne's plate. Repairs around the trailer, grocery shopping and "making dinner" (which was usually code for some kind of takeout when he was too lazy to pop some frozen pizza in the oven). Not to mention the extra cash he made dealing...would Steve do those things now that they were stuck like this?

Where was Wayne's karmic reward?

There were so many things Wayne sacrificed for Eddie. And Eddie knew and did everything he could to give back to his uncle, as much as his uncle would let him. Now with this situation with Steve, he had to do a little more to lift what would end up being an additional weight off of his uncle's shoulders.

Maybe...

Maybe "Steve" could convince Mr. Harrington to offer Wayne some better, cushier job at the car dealership? So he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he did at the plant. He definitely deserved more, but this was the first thing Eddie could think of off the top of his head. After a few months it might be a new car, or some...help with a down payment on an actual house...or at the very least, a larger trailer so that he could have his own bedroom instead of that fold-out bed.

Yeah, that was it. He would think about how he would bring it up next time he saw good ol' Pa Harrington...but since the house was still empty almost 14 hours after Steve's parents apparently left for work that morning, it might not be any time soon...

Eddie opened the door to the bedroom--momentarily dismissing his thoughts of Wayne to consider if he should get some posters to cover the pretentious plaid-papered walls--only to find the light on and his own face staring back at him, scowling, as Steve sat propped against the headboard of the bed.

Eddie hesitated in the doorway, stunned.

“I told you this wasn't over, Freak."

Fuck.

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#fic rec #+steve #anyone reading this i'm not SAYING that not reading this fic would make you a silly billy but i am HEAVILY IMPLYING it

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my-art-dumptvt · 4 years ago

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I made some bottons for my bag

#my ocs #dib membrane #invader zim #snufkin #moonminvalley #moominvalley #dave being a cutie #diy bottons

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chussyracing · 2 years ago

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Who would you cast to play the drivers in a movie? 🎬🎬 Have a good day cutie💜 Hugs @he-wins-in-monza

i call the dibs on playing charles. nobody is being quite as much of a dumbass while stimulaneously girlbossing their way through masters degree quite like me. plus i deserve it. i said so. (but since u were the one to ask u deserve it too, so u can be my double and we will switch)

lottie is playing pierre to convey the #swag and thirst over charles

shey is playing lewis because she's the only one to be innocent.... most of the times and genuinely loves all our blorbos

jo is seb. unproblematic. likes everyone (besides.... like all the people we hate), genuinely nice

azzy is lando, my british youngster, we don't always agree but we both see charles is superior

riel COUL HAVE been mick but for all the bad opinions i degraded them to nando

coni is yuki because she's the sweetest and although we never met, she's like a bestie to me

carolina is daniel because she's just so funny, truly always laughing with her

gi NEEDS to be kev. strong presence. questionable opinions. u still love them but GI NO

hugo is guanyu. CORRECT opinions. my unproblematic king. i just want him to do good.

pri is george. mad respect, all about facts.

kyle is mick just so i can piss of riel and because as a mickfucker they deserve it

manu should be val just because while she's all logic, there's also an unhinged side to her and i love it. also like, if there was someone to sell their bare ass on internet for a good cause my money would be on her for some reason.

akira is lance. i love her, she's unbothered and unproblematic and the green icon always reminds me of astons.

nia is alex because she can make me laugh and cry in the spam of seconds and sometimes makes me purely hysterical.

liz (@biscottifoshit) is carlos. no no, listen to me. i know what u wanna say BUT u love charles and WOULD bend him over. u love football. u are hot. we ignore the other stuff.

and finally kara is este. why? 10/10 would fight max. WOULD workout commando and post pic of it on main. would embarrass two times wdc nando on the track and then just shrug about it. has tall person energy.

I don't have the heart to use the three remaning drivers for someone in the gc and since i already commited to it the rest of u can pick a driver of ur choice. and yes, we can all play charles.

#i'm.... sorry.#ask #e

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melodyofthevoid · 4 years ago

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hi!! i saw the arc 2 art with zib and dib of shandzii’s that you posted and was curious if there was any more art from arc 1 that wasn’t posted due to spoilers? if not thats okay! i really love your fic and your writing and i look forward to reading more!

Oh goodness me there was a shit ton of art that just stayed between us and never went on Tumblr. Credit as always to the lovely and talented @shandzii. <3

I’ll give a little bit about each.

So this was during the phase when we were just kinda playing around with shit for Zib to say, and what would be fun. I think I suggested that Dib would be concerned and hence the second image. God look at this dumbass. Fucking. Feral bastard child.

Obvi the reuniting. The cuties. Zim and Dib’s proto-outfits are seen here. They got fancier later but eh. I still think that they’re adorable. How could they not be?

Hahah Count of Monte Cristo go brrrrrr. But no joke that song was another factor in the au. I sent “every day a little death” to Shands and we gushed about the soundtrack back and forth for a solid day and a half. Good times. But Zib’s really out here trying to pull that stunt. Disgraceful.

Ok this one. For context, Zim does not know about Dib yet. Or the mirror ig. So he just said the literal worst thing without knowing. Fun fun times. Zib’s plotting for revenge internally. Still kinda sad I never figured out where to put this in the fics, but what can you do...

Aaaand here you can see that we initially made Zib out to be a much bigger creep than he turned out being. He got toned down thankfully. Still love that fucking dress though. Top tier.

Pretty self explanatory. Look at these precious boys. Little enemies. Zim picked up his potty mouth from Red and you can’t convince me otherwise. Come on. He’s a bad influence and we all know it.

Ah so this was during the “Zib cursed Zim to only be able to go 10 ft or so” phase. I cut a lot of that time because I really wasn’t sure what to do there? And again Zib is just. The fucking worst here. We did keep him dolling Zim up in dark colors but just in a... different way. After the Incident™.

Aaaaaand this. *clicks tongue* This. So... this was the art that sparked the first writing (which ended up being chapter 4 of shattered trust) and you can see the details that remained. Obviously Zim’s eyes aren’t entirely blue like that in the fic otherwise I feel like way more people would have had questions. Still. This was where it started. At least the main writing.

He-her. Hhhhhhh. I love she... My empress.... She may or may not have an anime villainess laugh. Who can say. I can say that I’ve done some voice acting for her, and will probably post it. Eventually.

And the beans dancing. This was before I clarified how old Dib and Zim were in A Royal Dance and we just had the idea of them falling for each other. Shand’s coloring never ceases to amaze me really. I can’t believe that we got to work together on this, and that this whole fucking thing was real. How was this real? I don’t know.

#zib #zadr #royalty au #Invader Zim #aaaa #I can't think about this au without getting feelings #fuck #aaaaaaa #melody rambles #there might be more floating around somewhre #somewhere

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like,

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Her Mess (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen x reader where reader is younger and in college and reader meets the team

It was safe to say that you had always been a bit of a mess. You would argue that you were an organized mess, but Christen would disagree. If the gay mess you turned into the first time Mal had ever introduced you to her was anything to go off of. Yes, you were a mess, but you were her mess, and she took great joy in helping to keep you on track.

From the very beginning, she had helped you with your schedule. Made sure you ate and gave yourself time for studying and soccer. She never overstepped, she was your girlfriend not your mother after all, but she was definitely the organized one in your relationship.

It was why the prospect of traveling without her was incredibly daunting. She was already at camp with the rest of the national team (who you would be meeting for the first time) and you would be meeting them there with Mal after the two of you finished finals. To say you were nervous was an understatement. It was your first call up, and though your girlfriend and best friend had assured you it would be fine, you weren’t so sure. You had quadruple checked the list of things Christen and you had made, but even as you left the plane you were sure you had left something important. You were going to meet the team and you didn’t know if you were supposed to be meeting Christen too, or if you two were going, to be honest.

You sighed, running your hand through your messy hair, before slipping your beanie back on. Your knee jumped up and down impatiently, and you bit your lip. You didn’t like waiting. Why did this car ride have to be so long?

“Do I need to call Mama Press or are you going to chill out on your own?” Mal said finally, her hand coming down to still your leg. You grinned sheepishly at her.

“I just-... What if they don’t like me, and what if they’re weirded out by the age difference?” You rambled, your fingers tapping on the car window.

“You’re like the funniest person I know. The team is going to love you! And I’ll be honest, It was a little weird at first for the person who was like my sister to be dating someone who was basically my mom. But after watching you two together, it’s obvious that you were made for each other,” Mal said softly, her hand running soothing circles on your thigh. You frowned.

“What if she doesn’t want to tell them that she’s dating me because she’s ashamed of the age difference?” You asked softly, staring intently at your lap. Sure, Mal was cool with the age difference now, and so we’re your parents, but you knew that there were a lot of people out there who weren’t. Plus Christen was the Christen Press, and you were just a disorganized rookie.

Gentle fingers tilted your chin up, and your Y/e/c met Mal’s brown.“Christen is a lot of things. I don’t think ashamed is one of them,”

You nodded, returning your attention to the city passing by. You loved Christen, and you hoped that Mal was right.

******

Most people would hate getting off a plane and stepping directly into practice, but you were grateful for it. The field was your happy place, a place you didn’t have to think about all the what-ifs. A place where you could simply showcase your skills.

By the time you and Mal made it to the locker room, it was nearly empty. (Barring your girlfriend, who had stayed back to give you a tight hug and kiss, and Tobin who just sent you a small smile).

“You ready for this cutie?” Your girlfriend asked, settling down on the bench beside you, nudging you with her shoulder, and placing a kiss on your pink cheeks.

You stuck your tongue out at Mal who made a gagging sound.

“I think so,” You shrugged, rooting through your bag to find the last items of your gear, things you were sure you had put in this morning. Your eyebrows furrowed as you shoved your shin guards aside in search of your socks.

“Is it true you have the sprint record for UCLA?” Tobin nudged your other side. You nodded, not taking your eyes off of the contents of your bag. Had you been paying more attention, you probably would have freaked out that the Tobin Heath knew who you were.

“Don’t forget the juggling record either,” Mal added, smiling. You had quite the reputation for putting defenders on their asses, and it was going to be entertaining watching you work your magic with the national team.

“Damn,” Tobin mumbled wide eyes. She was going to have to call dibs on you for the scrimmage. You barely spared her a glance, groaning as you continued to dig for an item you were beginning to fear wasn’t in your bag. You took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Of course you had forgotten something important on your first camp with the national team.

Christen rubbed your back, her head tilting to the side as you ignored one of your heroes (your hero being her best friend was something she found immensely entertaining), her hand coming up to rub your back. “What are you looking for my darling,”

“I forgot my socks,” you huffed, shoving your bag to the floor pouting. Christen’s lips ticked up slightly as she leaned in to kiss your pink cheeks.

“That’s alright. I have an extra pair for you in my bag,”

Your blush deepened as you took the extra pair, slipping them on your feet. You nodded in thanks, she simply winked in return. She knew you’d forget something. You always did.

******

Meeting the team was an… experience. Kelley had immediately jumped on top of you, squealing about a new baby to corrupt before she was pulled off by Alex. Ashlyn and Ali had argued with Becky and Alyssa about who was going to be your team moms. The youngins had bombarded you with so many questions that it felt like your head was spinning. But through it, all Christen’s hand remained firmly in yours.

Standing in line, waiting for the forward vs defender drill to begin was a surreal experience for you. You watched with a keen eye as Mal went first and nearly navigated the ball past Becky. You kissed Christen’s cheek before she went and cleanly got past Kelley. Tobin took the next spot, pulling a clean nutmeg off on Abby. You were going to have to one-up her.

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves, waiting to see which defender you would be up against.

“You good kid?” Megan asked, bumping your shoulder with her. You blinked, fighting the urge to squeal that The Megan Rapino was talking to you.

“Hm, excited!” You smiled, biting your lip as Sonnett took her place at the front of her line. Sonnett was good, but you were better and your desire to make a good first impression meant that you were really going to have to put on a show. There would be no better partner for the dance you had planned.

“Think you can best Sonnett?” Carli smirked, tapping you the ball.

“Definitely. Cant let a Cavalier get one over on me,” You winked, beginning to juggle the ball. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

******

“Holy shit, how are you so fast,” Emily panted, catching up to you after you’d made another shot at an unsuspecting Alyssa Naeher. It speared just past her fingertips, making the goal rattle as it made contact with the net.

“I ate lots of fudge striped cookies when I was younger,” You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead and heading towards the sidelines for your water break. From the time you were little you had believed wholeheartedly that the cookies made you run faster.

“Fudge stripped what?” Emily asked, her eyebrows furrowing beside you.

“Made by the Keebler elves. They’re magic,” You shrugged, glancing around for the greenbottle with your name on it, entirely unaware of the odd looks the team was giving you and the loving smile your girlfriend was sporting. “Where did I put my bottle?”

“It’s over-“ Mal started, only to be cut off by Christen’s elbow being lodged in her ribs.

“Take mine babe,” She laughed, passing you her bottle. You nodded in thanks, squirting the liquid into your mouth. What would you do without her? Mal smirked over your head at the green-eyed forward. Maybe part of your forgetfulness was her love of coming to your rescue.

“Sick ball skills Ducky,” Tobin clapped you in the back.

“Thanks!” You squeaked, the stream of water missing your mouth and spraying Christen in the chest. “Oops,” You giggled.

“If you want me to kiss you, you did it have to get me all wet, you could just ask,” She winked and you felt heat wash over your cheeks, all your previous confidence evaporating.

Mal covered her ears and shook her head fast. “Please don’t answer that with the comeback you’re thinking of,”. You smirked, shaking your head. You wouldn’t force her to bear her best friend and her team mom flirting.

“Hmm, I love your kisses,”

Christen giggled, wrapping her arms around your waist, and pulling you into a quick kiss. You pulled away when the team wolf-whistled, burying your face in your girlfriend's chest.

“Told you she wasn’t embarrassed,” Mal said, patting your back.

“Yeah, how could she when you put everyone on their ass,” Sonnett cackled. Your groan was muffled by your girlfriend's soft skin. Her fingers found their way under your chin, coaxing you out of your favorite hiding place. You Y/e/c eyes met her green ones.

“You thought I was embarrassed?” She asked softly, and you gave her a slight nod. How couldn’t she be? She was the Christen Press and you were just a bumbling college student who would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her body.

“You’re you, and you have everything together, and I’m me and I forget everything,” You mumbled, shrugging.

“Well, I love you, even when you forget stuff. Plus, You look really cute in my clothes,” She kissed your nose and your cheeks before landing on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, enjoying the way her soft lips felt against yours.

It didn’t matter that you were younger. You would prove yourself to be an asset to the team and Christen loved you.

“Did they forget we’re here?” Emily’s whisper read followed by a slapping sound and Lindsey’s voice.

“Way to ruin a moment Sonnett,”

Yes. You were a mess, but you were Christen’s mess and you’d fit right in.

#christen press x reader #christen press imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines

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