#dumbass we live across the street from you it really can't be that bad

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

After Hogwarts, there's an adjustment period.

Or,

James Potter has difficulty sleeping when Sirius and Remus Lupin aren't right next to him.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter have lived together for seven years, and the idea of living with anyone else is a foreign and scary thing. So they acclimate slowly. Sirius and Remus were always going to rent an apartment anyway, so James and Peter start by staying with them. Surprisingly, Peter is the first to work up the courage to leave, making a home with Max just a bit before he proposes to them.

James, however, stays behind with his partners. And it’s nice - they kiss him good morning and goodnight; he wakes up to find Sirius and Remus dancing in the kitchen some days and watches while he eats his breakfast; Remus will sing while he cleans and Sirius will snap photos of the birds and James will sit there, content, as Remus practices his ballet and Sirius plays the violin gently. James likes living with them. He does.

Things don’t really change when Sirius and Remus get married. They’re still with him, though he’s not invited to their asexual adventure wedding night. (He spends the time with Regulus instead.) But when James marries Severus and Lily, he finally moves out, knowing they’ll all have children in the next few years and they can’t keep going on like this.

But he struggles to adapt to a home without Sirius and Remus. Sure, he loves Severus and Lily, and he’s over the moon (sorry, bad wording) to be able to call them his spouses, but they don’t have any of the routines or habits he’s been used to living with for going on ten years now. To James, their house is always too loud or too quiet, too warm or too cold, too crowded or too empty. And James likes it alright. He likes waking up to Lily’s hair in his mouth and Severus singing soft Russian lullabies as he makes his tea. He likes it. But no matter how hard he tries, it’s just not home.

One day Severus and Lily leave him with pecks on the cheek to go on their own date, since it’s been awhile since it was just the two of them. James heads for Sirius and Remus’ apartment not long after, and nearly cries at the sight of Remus curled in an armchair with a book when he comes through the Floo. Sirius is nowhere to be found, but Remus looks up and smiles at him and James can’t help but duck his head to kiss him, having missed this for months.

James collapses into the chair besides Remus, overjoyed when Remus casually takes his hand, his eyes back on his book. The minutes tick by in contented silence until Remus finishes his book, closing it with a sigh and plonking it down on the coffee table before turning to James with a smile. “So,” he says. “What’s up?”

James tells Remus about missing the home he’d built with him and Sirius. Remus smiles while he listens, and eventually says, “How about when Padfoot gets home, we give you your birthday present early?” Now, James has no idea what that could mean, but he agrees and closes his eyes, resolving to let himself be lulled to sleep by the soft way Remus’ thumb is brushing back and forth across the back of his hand.

When Sirius gets home, Remus greets him with a deep kiss. Sirius grins, then pecks James on the mouth in hello. After exchanging some whispers with Remus, Sirius pulls James up out of his chair and drags him down the hall to the bedroom as Remus follows behind, amused. There, Sirius rummages through the closet for a few minutes before grinning brightly and pulling out a large box wrapped in the ugliest floral paper you ever did see.

James smiles. Remus wraps an arm around his waist and kisses his neck, murmuring, “Open it.” James does, albeit hesitantly, and beams at what he sees inside.

The contents of the box are as follows:

Seven (7) of Remus’ sweaters

Three (3) of Sirius’ leather jackets

Recordings of Remus reading James’ favorite books aloud

Four (4) boxes of Remus’ favorite tea (chamomile)

Four (4) boxes of Sirius’ favorite tea (Earl Gray)

Eight (8) photo albums of the three of them (one per year and one for after Hogwarts)

Ten (10) of Sirius’ favorite records (Queen, David Bowie, Taylor Swift, P!nk, Camila Cabello, etc.)

Ten (10) of Remus’ favorite records (Conan Gray, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Avril Lavigne, etc.)

A couple of pride flags (small, medium, and large / bisexual (James), polyamorous (James, Lily, Severus), pansexual (Remus), asexual (Sirius, Remus), genderfluid (Sirius), trans (Lily), queer (Severus))

Some of Sirius’ journals from Hogwarts where he’d write down a lot of their interactions and conversations

Some of Remus’ letters to James from Hogwarts and the war

Two (2) little crocheted versions of Sirius and Remus for James to keep in his coat pockets

A copy of their handwritten list of the rules and boundaries of their partnership

A Gryffindor blanket they all used to sleep under

Some firewhiskey and cigarettes (not to use)

Two (2) soft wolf and dog stuffies

A key to Sirius and Remus’ apartment

Two (2) colored-in paper hearts, one reading Sirius’ love and the other reading Remus’ love

At the bottom of the box is a certificate of marriage with Sirius, Remus, and James’ names on it and three rings, all silver with black engravings (pawprint and moon, moon and antlers, pawprint and antlers). James looks up in shock to see both Remus and Sirius kneeling in front of him, laughter in their eyes.

“Wanna marry us?” Remus says, and Sirius lets out a loud, heartfelt laugh. His heart fluttering in his chest, James nods, tearing up as he envelopes them in a tight hug.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, and never has trouble sleeping in Severus and Lily’s bed again.

[angloie]

Meet Me at your Balcony

PERCY'S NOTHING BUT A BIG, BAD VILLIAN. So why can't the two stop meeting each other at Annabeth's balcony every night? More specifically: why can't Annabeth stop herself from helping him whenever he gets badly beaten and bruised?

warnings: swearing, violence

genre: fluff, a smidge of angst.

villian! percy x Annabeth

Annabeth was never too concerned with villians.

And, to be completely honest, she never played much attention nor was much worried. The chances of her actually getting caught up with one was, well... nearly zero percent.

Nobody ever lived to tell the tale anyways.

It's about one in the morning. Wailing sirens wake many up throughout the big city, red and blue flashing across the streets.

The first thought of those many? Villains.

Villains were something rather regular as criminals. Except more powerful. Dangerous. More trouble.

Percy just so happened to be one of them. A very good one at that. Famous, too. Known for his reckless tendencies with power to match, he was something people feared.

Here she was, typing frantically at the worn keyboard in front of her. Balancing it on her knee, Annabeth has her notebook placed on another. The coffee in her system is long gone; and yet she still continues to do some good old cram studying. Nothing better than the feeling of your eyes burning, right?

She can definitely hear the sirens. Loud and clear as they pass her apartment, lights illuminating her messy room for a fraction of a second. Eyes twitching, Annabeth opts to ignore the noises.

Then she hears it.

A thump on her balcony. Can she opt to ignore that too?

Nope, she thinks when she hears groans coming from the glass. Its strained. Laced with a hint of pain.

A bead of sweat runs down Annabeth's forehead, a chill going down her spine. A frown grows on her lips, tugging them down. That was probably some kind of bird. Yeah, maybe a owl! With a strangely human hoot.

Do owls have human bodies too now? Because whatever the fuck is laying on the balcony doesn't really fit the description.

A lean, fit body sprawls itself across the cool metal, a tight fitting black bodysuit clinging onto them. Matted black hair plasters on the figures face. A black mask settles atop his nose, shielding the rest of the skin. What, did a masquerade party go wrong? The guy, Annabeth can't help but assume, is probably not in the right mind right now. And is that-

Oh.

Oh, no.

This can't be right. It... it can't possibly be. As she stares at him the more longer, Annabeth comes to a realization. A very big one.

The dark hair. The attire. The perfect description of not an owl, but-

"Riptide," Annabeth finishes aloud. A bitter taste settles on her tounge, making her mouth pucker.

Riptide, one of the most feared villains of them all. If not the most. Infamous for his work, and wreaking havoc alike. Riptide, someone she should not mess with.

Fuck.

Here he was, groaning atop her balcony. Should she turn him in? Grab a baseball bat? Call the cops?

"Ack!" She screams when one of his arms shifts. His eyes flutter open, and Annabeth scrambles back. She chooses the baseball bat option first, grabbing it beside her bed. A hit to the head in that condition cannot mean any good.

"Ugh..." He groans again, hand pressed to his head. His eyes are sea green. Kinda pretty.

"D-don't-"Annabeth stammers, door safely locked and bat steady in her clammy hands. "Dont go any further!"

He looks at her. She nearly jumps out of her skin at the heavy gaze.

A car passes below.

"Who are you, exactly?" Clear disinterest is in his tone. A stream of blood trickles down his temple, leaving a red trail.

'Who are you?' You're laying on my balcony, dumbass!

"H-how is that important? Just get off before I call the cops!" Her hands tremble now, legs finding it harder to support her weight.

Riptide laughs. But it seems he instantly regrets it when he coughs as soon as it leaves his mouth. "We both know cops can't do shit in this city," He sits up. "Just look at how they took care of me."

"I dont know, Riptide. You look pretty beaten up to me. Who knows what this baseball bat can do." His name feels weird coming out Annabeth's mouth. almost like some sort of taunt.

"Ooh, feisty."

"Look. Get off my balcony. I will not hesitate to turn you in." She seethes through her teeth.

Is Annabeth even fully awake right now? I mean, her body is more sluggish and slow than usual. She could've fallen asleep a few minutes before. And this couldn't possibly be happening. Not to her. Not now.

"Alright, geez. I wasn't planning on trying anything anyways." Riptide staggers up, hand gripped on the railings. He curses as he stands fully straight, the words muffled through the glass.

"Oh, shit-" Riptide leans forward, arms wrapped around his torso. He looks like he's going to-

Thump.

-Fall, Annabeth wants to finish. Ot looks like someones already beaten her to it, though. He falls on his back. Passed out on Annabeth's balcony.

She wants to laugh at the sight. Riptide, one of the city's most wanted villians, defenseless and vulnerable on her property? Seriously?

"Uh..." Annabeth trails off. "You awake, Riptide?"

Nothing.

"I'll take that as a no." She deadpans.

Annabeth has heard stories like these. Villains ending up somewhere scattered, injured, on people's houses. Apartments. Other buildings and such. But balconies were just out of the picture. Apparently not now, because the real deal is just on the other side eof the glass.

Yeah, Annabeth must be dreaming.

"If you don't get up in three seconds, im calling the cops." She says shakily. "One..." Nothing.

"Two," Again, no movements whatsoever.

"Three?" Its meant as a word of intimidation, but comes out as a weak question.

Okay, all I need to do is get my phone and call. Annabeth thinks to herself, staggering backwards into the safety of her room. She drops the bat, now dashing frantically for the device.

0% Battery. Oh, just great! Thats just what she wanted to see when there's one of the most dangerous villians on your damn balcony.

There's no home phone. Annabeth just bought this place to move when she got a better job, so why would she get one? At that moment Annabeth really regretted that decision.

Sighing, she walks up to the glass and stares. Hard.

This guy- Riptide- had some pretty famous works. Like killing off sleazy politicians. And invading sketchy multi-million corporations. Not to mention that one time he exploded the St. Louis gateway arch. But killing or injuring any innocent civilians? No. Nothing like that.

So if Annabeth just tended to his injuries must this once... Would that be a bad thing? He's done a lot of bad things. But riptide looks so... weak in his state.

She opens the glass, leaving no space or protection between the two. The sirens are long gone by now. Only eerie silence in its place.

"Alright. Try anything, and theres only one drive away from the nearest police station." Annabeth warns to the unconscious body.

Hauling him to her couch, she grabs every thing that can tend to injuries. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, more bandages. When she peels the bodysuit (only to further assess his damage) it reveals marks that are sure to leave purple in the morning. Ouch.

When Annabeth finally finishes, its long past one AM. She claps her hands together proudly, amazed by her work. Thats wrong. She shouldn't be proud of taking care of a villain.

Annabeth doesn't know exactly why it hurts when he leaves in the morning with nothing but a simple note.

Thank You.

And then he's gone, gone with the balcony door open. He left the place clean while she was asleep, so that was nice for someone who thrashed places as recklessly as he did.

If that was that, then why is he here again?

But that was that. They would have no interactions with each other ever again.

"You seriously are hopeless."

Annabeth says to the window, arms crossed and lips turned down into a slight frown.

Riptide stands on the other side of the glass, one arm clutching his side. He gives a strained smirk.

"Thats not very nice." He says, leaning on the metal bars. "I figured since you were kind enough to help me out before, you'd do it again."

"Im not some kind of hospital for villians, you know. And that was a week ago! Who knows? Maybe i'll call the cops on your sorry ass." She frowns.

"Ouch. So harsh." Riptide scowls down at his side, dark crimson seeping from his grip.

"But I think you won't call them."

"You wanna test that?"

"Look," His eye twitches from under his mask. "Im in a lot of pain here. Could you at least-"

"Please," Annabeth interjects. Have some manners.

"-Please at least help me bandage myself." He corrects. His pleads are barely muffled by the glass, moonlight shining through. He sucks in a pained breath. Sharp and short.

She pauses for a moment. "Fine. But you better not try anything."

"Got it!" Riptide mock salutes but winces when a sharp pain lances through his arm. “Ow.”

So here he is, sitting atop her kitchen counter, one arm bracing itself on the cool marble. Annabeth wraps a cotton bandages around his torso, the white already getting tainted with his blood. Riptide certainly has a knack for getting himself hurt.

As bas as he may be, Annabeth has heard reports on Riptide being so-called 'hot’. Really, its stupid. Almost everywhere on social media there's at least a million fan accounts. All with stolen pictures of him.

Maybe its not so stupid, she thinks, by the way his muscles ripple under her touch and by the way he smirks whenever she throws in a backhanded comment. Okay. The fan accounts might be right.

“There.” Annabeth finishes as she wipes some blood off his sides. “Good as new.”

“Thanks, Annabeth,” Riptide smiles, getting off the counter to walk over to her balcony. 

“H-how do you know my name?” She asks, slightly scared. 

“I have my ways.” Is all he responds with. “Now you get some rest. I assume I'll be seeing you soon.”

“I don't hope so, Riptide.”

He looks back at her. “Percy.”

Annabeth blanks. “Uh- What?”

��Call me Percy.” He says before leaving, a gust of wind blowing past and then his figure gone. Again. The second time he's left her speechless, and this time she was awake.

The first time Percy meets Annabeth, he thinks it's fate.

Annabeth sighed.

It must be, since she takes him in with no qualms. Actually- she has a lot of qualms. But he didn't like to dwell on the details.

Bruised and beaten from escaping the cops, he finds himself stuck on some woman's balcony. It's nothing comftorable in his position, but Percy can't quite put a finger on why he becomes strangely attatched to her.

He's such a idiot. Falling for a civilian. 

Percy finds himself not only on her balcony nearly every week, but he actually finds himself getting hurt on purpose. Just to see the familiar blonde, grey-eyed person who helped him when he was hurt. A villian no less.

He has people have their eyes on him everywhere (both bad and good ones) but Percy can only see her. He's thinking of her in the daytime. At night. At most times of the day.

Meeting at the balcony was the highlight of his day. Er, night. That's the only time he can come by anyways. And it's always with some sort of injury.

Even one time, the two nearly got caught together when another villian attacked her building- Percy sweeping her off her feet (literally) and to safety down below. Reporters caught glimpses, pictures of every angle. Heck, they even make the headlines! he becomes a dubbed 'villian' to 'anti-hero' just like that. 

Weird. And for just helping some civilian?

Anyways, that doesn't matter. What matters now is the fact that Percy's face to face with her, no glass seperating the two.

“Miss me?” He asks, a smirk dancing on his lips. 

“Not really.” Annabeth replies. Despite her seemingly harsh words, they're laced with familiarity and comfort. 

“I’ve been thinking about you for a while, wisegirl.” He uses the nickname they made up a few nights back. It's suits her. “Do you know what I'm here for?”

“For me to tend your injuries?” She rolls her eyes. There's no cut or slash on any part of his body, so what could he possibly be here for?

“Nah,” Percy shakes his head. 

Then what is is it? A favour? Some bandages?

Whatever it is, she doesn't expect this.

“You.” He smiles. “You make me feel weird. And it's all your fault.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?!” Annabeth thinks his face looks really punchable right now. 

“Exactly what it sounds like. No worries, though, I have a solutiuon.” 

She scoffs. “Well, go on ahead. I'm listening.”

What he says makes her blank all over again.

“Come with me,” He starts, “On a date." He takes a second pausing to smrik at her shocked expression. "When I'm not Riptide. But when I'm Percy.”

a/n 

Maybe, Annabeth thinks. A certain villian is worth paying attention to.

-

I had a huge case of writer's block while making this so im glad it turned out how it did!! also, I couldn't think of a fitting name for Percy's villian form so thats the best option I had. I think it's pretty fitting!

Cough cough totally not inspired by miraculous ladybug COUGH COUGH

[6rookie-writer0110]

The end has arrived, let the darkness take over you

Frank Castle x Male Reader

Request - Okay good i wanna request for a male reader being punisher's sidekick his backstory is that he came from a poor family single mother 2 siblings and a deadbeat dad he wanted to become a doctor to make money for his family and then family got killed during a crossfire between 2 gangs while going shopping so now he wants revenge he gets a knife buys a gun and starts tracking them down and along the way he comes across frank who's badly injured and unconscious so he drags him away to somewhere safe

All your life you grew up poor. Your mother did everything to have food for you and your two siblings, she worked odd jobs to make sure she can buy clothes and food for everyone. There were moments, that everyone went to bed without eating anything. But your father is a piece of shit, he used to abuse you, mom, and your siblings verbally and physically. You started to fight back. You threw his stuff out then changed the locks. He hasn't come back around for a long time and you want to keep it like that.

You want to be a doctor to help people and provide for your family. Your mom would take you and your siblings to the library, you would start to read medical books old and modern. She knows you want to be a doctor, she wants to help you achieve your dream.

Later, your mother takes you and your sibling's shopping, to buy clothes.

”Y/N, here you can finish reading it at home,” Your mom said.

She gave you the medical book, the library doesn't allow people to check out.

”Mom, you stole it?” You smiled.

”Shh, it's our secret. I know you will be a good doctor and we will always support you. It will be hard but you are strong men and you will make it” She said.

You hugged your mom and she kissed your head. Your siblings hugged you too and you hugged them back.

While walking with them to the store, suddenly there is a shoot out between two gangs on the streets. Bullets start to fly everywhere, people start to run for cover.

You get hit in your arm with a stray bullet, you fall down and hit your head and you passed out.

-At the hospital--

You wake up and your arm is in pain. The IV is in your arm and you look around, the cop walked in.

”Where is my family? My mom-”

”I’m sorry. But you will have to identify your family at the morgue” She said.

Tears start to form and you are stunned.

”W-what happened,” You said.

”There was a shootout between two gang rivals, six people died now we are trying to identify them,” She said.

Your heart starts to race, that's the only thing you can hear is your heart. Later, they take you to the morgue and you see your family. You broke down and start to cry, you kneed down and kept crying.

----

What happened between the two gangs and six people died, the news kept talking about it non-stop. But the cops are taking too long to arrest anyone.

You want revenge, you collected newspapers, booked marked social media talking about the crime, and Google the videos of the crime. You go back to the crime scene during late hours. You searched for clues. You know about the two gangs and no one got arrested, that made you angry. You want to take the law into your own hand and do something about it.

-The next night-

You want to buy a gun and a knife. You know where you go and you bought the items, without any trouble. You start to stalk the first gang The blue reapers, you look at them, and you are filled with rage. Now, you start to think about how you will lure them and kill them.

You really don't have a plan. You are just going in there with a gun and knife against a gang. You are standing across the street watching them. Before you left, you heard a huge sound towards the dumpster. You walked towards the dumpster and you see a guy badly beaten up. He is conscious, you did try to wake up him but it didn't work, you tried to pick him up. You take him back to your place and you start to clean his wounds.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

-Next Day-

Frank wakes up and his body is feeling sore. He did struggle to get out of bed, he walked out of the room and he sees you.

”Who are you?” Frank asked.

”I found you unconscious in the alley. I took you here, to stitch you up and you don't need major surgery. My name is Y/N” You said.

”Thank you,” Frank said.

”Don’t worry your gear is fine. It's in the living room... I know who you are” You said.

”You know who I am?” Frank asked.

You nod.

”Help me. Train me, I need to get revenge for those who killed my family. Please train me-”

”I won't train you,” Frank said.

”Why not? I want those two gangs to fall apart. If we don't stop them they will kill winning and kill more people” You said.

”You don't want this lifestyle. The answer is no” Frank said.

”Just give me a chance. I saw you do it before you fight them then kill-”

”I said no!” Frank yelled.

Frank puts back on his gear and left. You sighed and start to think about what to do.

---

A couple of days has passed by, Frank hasbeen thinking about what you said. Frank started to keep an eye on you, but you didn't notice him following you. Later, you found out the first gang’s hideout. You are being reckless, you only have one gun, and there are more than ten people inside the bar.

Frank can see what you are doing. He sighed and called you a dumbass in his mind. Frank moved rapidly, grabbed you by your hoodie, and slammed you hard against the brick wall in the alley.

”What the fuck is wrong with you!?!” Frank growled.

He doesn't let go of you.

”I want them to pay!” You yelled.

”With one gun!? Once you pull out your gun the next you have a bullet in your fucking skull!” Frank growled again.

You and Frank glared at each other.

”Help me stop them. You have the skills and you can be my mentor” You said.

”Go home, before I break your kneecap,” Frank said cold.

He let's go of you and you really want him to train you.

”I work alone,” Frank said.

Frank made sure you walked away. You did go home but the landlord kicked you out because you haven't paid your rent in months. You grabbed your clothes and a family picture and left. You didn't want to go to the homeless shelter so you slept in the park.

---

Frank knows what you're going through and he changed his mind. It wasn't hard for Frank to find you. He did take you to his small apartment which you're grateful. You do sleep on the floor on air a mattress.

Every day Frank showed you how to properly clean a gun, take it apart then put it back together and how to hold a gun. Next Frank would teach you how to pickpocket and it's not easy for you. Because you have to be silent like the wind but you keep messing up. But Frank starts to teach you how to fight but he is not a nice mentor. He hits you hard and he doesn't take it easy.

”Do you think they will go easy on you? Remember, on their mind, they want to kill you either you kill them first or they will kill you” Frank said.

”I won't forget that” You said.

Frank starts to punch you and you start to block his blows. You punched him in the jaw, he almost fell and he is bleeding.

”Not bad, Y/N. Let's keep going” Frank said.

You couldn't help to smirk.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Weeks went by you have been killing gang members one by one from both sides. Frank does go along with you for backup, you didn't feel bad for killing them. They killed your family and they must pay. You finished killing two people on your own, you are covered in blood.

”Sloppy but remember don't leave any evidence that belongs to you on the crime scene. Let's go” Frank said.

You and Frank leave the dive bar. Across the street, there are security cameras and it caught you leaving the bar bloody.

--

The cops found out that you and Frank have been killing gang members. They want to arrest you and Frank, but they can't find your location. Frank has taught you how to live off the grid.

--

You are ready to kill them. You and Frank did set up a trap to have both gangs in one place at the warehouse. They want revenge because you killed their friends.

”Who the fuck are you?” He asked.

”You don't care about my name. But I’m here to kill all of you” You said.

They just laughed at you and you are glaring at them. You take out your gun and shot one of the guys in the head. His body dropped now everyone stopped laughing.

”You fucking asshole!” He yelled.

Everyone took out their guns but Frank is on the rail, he is using his sniper rifle. Now everyone is starting to shoot, you run and hide behind a shipping crate. You hid your weapon and you take out the Submachine gun.

You come out and you start to kill them. You were going to load but the guy hit you and you dropped the gun. You take out the brass knuckles and put it on. Now you start to fight and you punch him in the face. He killed your family, you got on top of him and you snapped. All the rage you locked inside came out, he is bleeding out fast but you broke his face.

You grabbed your gun and the bullets, you loaded your gun. You start to shoot and more bodies start to drop. Frank run towards you

” Let's go now,” Frank said.

You followed him outside and locked the doors. You and Frank blocked every exit earlier and left bombs inside. You and Frank get away from the warehouse, he gave you the remote.

”When you are ready,” Frank said.

You didn't say anything and you pressed the button. You and Frank watched the warehouse explode.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You and Frank go to a small diner to eat. You did burn your clothes because it had blood and put on different clothes. You and Frank don't say anything and just kept eating.

”What is your next move, Y/N,” Frank said.

He takes a huge bite from his burger.

”I have nothing else left for me here. We are wanted so I thought maybe I can tag along” You said.

He starts to think and he drinks his soda and you started to eat again.

”Okay, you can come with me to Canada. I have a friend who can help us” Frank said.

You nod.

--

You met Logan, he has been friends with Frank for years. They trust each other now you're friends with Logan. You told him what happened to your family and he understands the pain and he didn't judge you. Logan told you and Frank that the cops is after you two. But you didn't care, now you want to figure out what you will do with your life.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Teenage Rebellion's

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

(Mainly a little more of a father daughter reader)

Requested by @melxoxo23 : " A story, where you're hoppers daughter and dating steve.with angst maybe?, but with a happy ending and include joyce too! Please and thank youuuu!"

Warning: swearing/ angst/ a small fight between pops and daughter

Hope you like it?!

~~~~~~~

You crawled through Steve's window instantly catching his attention. "What are you doing here?"

"What aren't you happy to see me, harrington?" you asked a but offended by his greeting as you shut the window.

"Yes I'm just...surprised." He got up from his spot on the bed and quickly moved to place his hands around your waist. "That was the point dumbass." you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. He smiled and kissed back.

He lifted you up and spun you around earning a laugh from you before setting you on the bed.

"Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out your here...maybe he'll kill me first." He said from above you. you smirked knowingly at him, and took a glance at the time on his nightstand.

" silly boy you underestimate me!" you pushed him off top of you and sat up. "It's currently 11: 35 meaning Magnum p.I. just finished up an hour ago. I, knowing everything about my father, knew that he goes to bed at exactly ten on the dot! giving me about twenty minutes to make sure he feel asleep before slipping out my window and into yours!" you booped him upon saying the last word, and slung your legs over his lap with a smile. "And your sister?"

"Sleep over with max." you said with a grin. "Now are you complaining about this or would you rather come over tomorrow and deal with three inches?" with out another word he moved in and kissed you.

It wasn't a secret that something had been different with you for the past couple of weeks. You had been pushing to do things you never once wanted to do, you started planing things around your father. Steve started taking note of these things but didn't say anything thinking it would pass. He pulled away scraching the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I was actually going to ask you the same thing." You looked at him confused. "C'mon you've been acting... different this past week."

"I have not..." He gave an unconvinced look. "I..." you groaned and feel back onto his bed. You pat the space beside you and he laied next to you.

"In all honesty...I Have no idea, like I feel I should but I don't just everytime my dad tells me not to do something it just pisses me off so I go against it! And lately it's worse I just feel like he...well...you get the point for the most part."

"Just a little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone." You chuckled lightly and snuggled into him. "I guess..."

"It'll pass over."you hummed in response and shut your eyes. "Hey don't let me fall asleep, I need to get home..." you muttered already pretty drowsy.

"No..no..I Promise.." he mumbled resting his chin on top of your head eyes slowly shutting. Soon enough you where both asleep.

"I'm telling you it's that harrington kid! He's nothing but a bad influence on her now!" joyce looked at hopper as he paced back and forth in front of her. "Well I think Steve is a nice guy." she said simply looking back down at the cash register.

"That's what he wants you to think!"

Joyce scrunched her noise in conduction. "Why would Steve want you to THINK he's nice?"

Hopper threw his hands up before placing them on the edge of the counter. "I Don't know!"

"I think maybe it's another one of those issues where you just need to talk to her!" Hopper opened his mouth but shut it when Steve's car pulled up outside.

Both adults watched you hop out after giving him a kiss. "Morning joyce! Hey dad." You slid on your blue vest that matched the one Joyce wore. "Where the hell were you this morning!"

"I accidentally slept over at Steve's last night. Not a big deal!"

"Not a big deal? Y/n I didn't know where you went! I thought something happened! When did you even leave?"

"I told you last night."

"When!?"

"God why do you even care!? I'm here alive and breathing! Nothing happened last night either!"

"Listen I don't know what this little teen rebellion thing you have going on but I've had enough! Enough of the disrespect and the lying and just everything from you now!"

You rolled your eyes and started towards the back to start working, but hopper only followed you. "Hey! Do not walk away from me when I AM talking to you! You know I think this Harrington kid I proving to be-"

You whirled around angrily. "You leave Steve out of this! It's NOT his fault I'm acting like this! It's YOUR own!"

He stoped taken aback by this. "What did you say?"

"It's your own damn fault I'm acting like this you are just to...to..ugh dense to realise that! To dense or stupid!"

His eyes widened. "Really? Well if I can't realise that maybe I don't know you anymore! You might as well be a stranger! You might as well not live under the same roof!"

"What are you kicking me out now because of this!?"

"Well I mean you wanna sneak out stay away as long as you can maybe I am." it was your turn to state at him suprised.

"Hop..." neither of you had realised Joyce was following trying her best to cool the both of you off. "Good. Fine! It's not like you'll notice you act like you have one daughter anyways!" you stormed to the front of the store the last part of your scentence sinking in.

"Wait what does that mean!? Where are you going!?"

"Get my stuff from your place! You want me out so fucking bad!" He stopped as the door slammed shut.

"Goddamn it!" He fumbled around for his keys until Joyce came up beside him and took them. "Hopper no! You need to stay here, I will go talk her! You need to cool down...I'll be back."

She quickly pushed the door open and hurried down the street to you.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

"Yes?" you snapped turning to her.

"Are you ok? What's going on with you?"

You stopped and stared at her searching very deep down inside. After telling steve last night something else came to mind something you thought was stupid and selfish. Something you swore you would just ignore but the more and more It stuck in your brain the more It made you want to act out.

"Y/n?.." Joyce moved closer to you and rubbed away a tear that started to fall from your face.

"I'm going to sound like a five year old of I tell you."

"Thats ok..." You both sat down on the curb and you took a breath.

"Every Sunday...dad would make French toast since it was my favioret...we had this silly superstion that if he made the first on properly the rest would turn out bad."

You started to cry just thinking of it and joyce simply placed a hand over yours as she listened. "So he always burnt the first one, that's how I would know he was making breakfast, because I would be waken up by the smell of burning bread." You both chuckled as you paused to wipe away tears.

"And every Friday we would rent a movie every Friday no matter what...It didnt matter if he was tired he would come home and take me to family video and we would pick a movie, we never finished then because we would both fall asleep...but that changed when he adopted el." You sighed using your free hand to play with your shoe laces.

"I love el so much, there is nothing in this world that could make me think other wise. But I get the feeling that nothing I do is ever as good as anything she could do in my dads eyes, I feel like I come on second now! And I miss our stupid old traditons!"

"So you did this as a way to get his attention?..."

You looked at her. "I guess in a weird toddler way of acting out yea.."

"It's not weird...love can make us do crazy things...even make us rebell against the people we love..."

"Yea...I guess it does." you smiled softly.

"But I think maybe you should talk to him tell him You miss doing things like that and miss spending time with him..."

You where scilent. "We could even go back together and tell him?"

So the both of you walked back to the store hopper stood there anxiously before you two came back in.

You both started to speak at the same time. "Let me it's my fault so just hear me out? And if by the end this you can...well you can kick me out if you want?"

He pulled you into a hug. "I don't think that gonna happen kiddo."

~a week later~

"What are you wearing?"

You looked over to your dad with a smile as you stepped out of your room. "What? It's...how would you put it? Cutting edge!" You joked making him laugh.

Things where better, a lot better no more teenage rebellion from you now that things where explained and fixed. There was a knock at the door catching both your attention.

"I'll get it!" you hurried across the room And opened the door. "El there here!" you stepped aside letting steve, Mike and joyce enter. Steve greeted you with a warm hug and kiss.

"Evening Sir." Steve said nervously after shutting the door.

"Relax kid, you can call me hopper. What movie did you get?"

You lead Steve to the couch as he looked through the bag. "Well everyone had different suggestions so out choices are. The breakfast club, ghost busters, American werwolf in london, pretty in pink, and Nightmare on elm street."

"I vote pretty in pink!" joyce said taking a seat next to hopper.

"No girly movie! Nightmare on elm street!" Mike chilled in. "Are you two even old enough to see that?" steve asked. Soon enough everyone started arguing over the movie.

You smiled at hopper and he offered you the same one knowing what would happen no matter what they picked.

"Ok Ok put the werewolf one on! Mike where are the snacks!" Hopper said quickly shutting every one up. Mike handed him the bag full of candy and snack before passing them out.

You curled up onto the couch next to Steve as the movie began

[veiljumpernyssa]

could you just... like... answer all of those questions at once? I can't pick one but I wanna know all the things

Oh God okay

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1. When did you start playing?

Oh a long time ago...over a  year ago I’d say? The main 3 were only up to uhhhh the Hermit book I think. I remember I stopped playing after that gross fetishy Asra CG came out.

2. What got you into the game?

The beautiful art and the tarot theme. This was before I knew what I know fdjhksd

3. Who was your first route?

Julian!

4. Who is your favourite route?

Honestly Muriel is shaping up to be my favourite so far. Before that, I loved Asra’s route.

5. Who is your least favourite?

So far, Portia’s. Don’t get me wrong - it’s nothing to do with Portia herself. It just feels a little stagnant and flat.

(I bet you expected me to say Lucio, didn’t you? Well, you’re wrong).

6. Who do you play in Heart Hunter?

Chibi Chandra!

7. Who is your favourite to chase in Heart Hunter?

Portia or Muriel!

8. Who of the not playable LIs do you wish you could romance?

The baker. Selasi route when?

9. Opinion on Asra?

Asra is often mischaracterised imo and held to an unfair standard that a lot of the other characters aren’t. I’ve seen many of these arguments and I’m tired.

Asra is not jealous, possessive, creepy, manipulative or shady. Not once does he act possessive towards the MC in any of the routes including his own (a possible exception could be made for the Reversed Ending, but what do you expect? That’s after the MC literally enables that behaviour).

Being sad or cautioning the MC against Julian is not being jealous or possessive. The way he talks about Julian it’s pretty obvious he felt more for the man than he realises, even if he doesn’t understand that himself.

Asra keeps secrets from the MC because canonically trying to remember too much too fast harms the MC. This has been established. In his route, he literally tells you that he hates keeping secrets from you. He takes you into his own personal gateway - an expression of trust and a willingness to open up to you. Does he do these things in the other routes? No, but that’s because you’re not spending that time with him.

I also see people angsting about how sad Asra is going to be when you tell him about Lucio in his route. Lucio harmed his parents and has been cruel to Asra so like idk what you expect. The MC doesn’t know this of course, but you do!

I think we also forget that Asra took a considerable amount of time and effort to rehabilitate the MC, care for them and reteach them basic tasks as well as magic.

Is Asra a perfect person? Of course not. He’s probably overly cautious, he can be a little distant and he reacts badly when in a crisis (see the deal he made with the Devil). He’s not always brave and not always strong, but why should we expect him to be? He’s a human being and he’s bound to have faults, but he has a generous nature and is remarkably well-adjusted considering the trauma of his childhood (don’t tell me that suddenly losing your parents is not traumatic).

10. Opinion on Julian?

I once said that Julian is likely hypersexual and I still maintain that. (For those of you who don’t know, being hypersexual is like..a tendency to engage in compulsive or self-harming sexual behaviour, sometimes as a result of trauma). I think Julian craves affection and associates sexual interest or sexual contact with his worth as a person. I don’t think he does it deliberately or to be manipulative, but because he has a definite self-esteem problem. I honestly see him as bipolar like me.

I think the way the fandom treats him as this dumbass uwu subby boy is kind of annoying. A lot of people I feel erase his bisexuality either by just ignoring it or by making homophobic jokes where the punchline is ‘ha ha he likes dick like you do!!!!’ like no shit, he’s BISEXUAL. But he’s also hard-working, brave, clever, pleasant and good-natured, and once he starts to really come into his own, he’s cheerful and optimistic. He has so many more good qualities than just ‘submissive and kinky’.

11. Opinion on Lucio?

This may surprise y’all but I actually don’t hate Lucio that much. I love to hate him as a villain.

I think he, like all of us, is a product of his environment. He grew up in a clan with a strong martial culture; his clan were warlike and frequently made war on his neighbours. We’re all influenced by our upbringing and I don’t think he’s an exception. I draw the line at saying he ‘just didn’t know right from wrong’ though. He’s not a baby.

But the differences between Lucio and the other LIs like Portia, Asra, Muriel etc is that Lucio’s life and his fate and the hardships he’s faced are almost entirely due to his own choices. It was he who decided on the eve of his eighteenth birthday to kill his parents. He sought out Vlagnagog with the intention of making a deal. He chose to continue to make deals. He knew he carried the plague and he chose to carry it across the continent including into Vesuvia, causing the deaths of thousands. He murdered and blackmailed his way across the continent. He wouldn’t have even needed to bargain for a new body if he hadn’t caught the plague that he brought into Vesuvia himself after making a deal etc.

Do I think he is a sort of cackling, villainous cliche or unrepentantly evil? No. I think he’s a person who has made deliberate choices that he is facing the consequences for and IMO it’s important that he face those consequences. I do think his main issue is entitlement and a profound lack of self-esteem (I don’t think he really believes any of the stuff he actually says about himself or other people; even Lucio’s not delusional).

I mean that’s about as generous and objective a take on Lucio as I can give you. I’ve made my feelings clear on him, but I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t actually understand him as a character, hopefully the above will prove I do haha.

12. Opinion on Muriel?

Out of all the LIs I think I relate most strongly to Muriel because of a few reasons: trauma, touch-starved, lonely and wants to connect but afraid of getting hurt (physically or emotionally).

Now that I’ve gotten personal, I really hate the way Muriel is treated by the fandom. He’s either called bland or boring, or he’s treated like he’s an animal, called feral and animalistic. He’s none of those things.

Muriel has a big complex about being alone. He was literally given away by his parents and left in Vesuvia on his own, to fend for himself on the streets. Being abandoned by his parents and not knowing why, not remembering is traumatic enough, but because of his size he’s often characterised as aggressive and strong when he’s always been gentle. Later in his life, Muriel was forced to fight and kill people against his will. I don’t think a lot of people get just how traumatic that is; not only being forced into doing Lucio’s bidding, but being forced to violently take someone’s life. I don’t blame him for leaving to live at his hut and resist connecting to anyone. It’s common for traumatized people to withdraw and isolate themselves, because the thought of getting hurt again is more frightening than being alone. But everyone needs human contact, and I think Muriel struggles a lot between wanting connection and contact (physical or emotional), between not wanting to get hurt again, to not feeling like he’s worth the effort. That struggle is something very close to my heart and that’s why I’m attached to him.

13. Opinion on Nadia?

Nadia has the biggest youngest sister complex and it’s almost amusing because I, too, have the same complex (even though I’m actually the older sibling!). Nadia, like me, feels like she’s always been compared unfavourably to her older sisters, and has felt like she has to work harder to prove she’s their equal.

It’s probably because she’s a Cancer like me. We have dual natures sometimes; the caretaker and the ringleader, who feel like we have to take it all on ourselves to get the job properly done, but who have moments where our self-doubt takes over.

I do find some aspects of Nadia’s route to be sort of odd, where it’s mentioned that the people of Vesuvia find her to be a tyrant. There’s literally no evidence to suggest that, so the only reasoning I can find next is she’s a woc. But race doesn’t matter in Vesuvia apparently so...what else could be the reason? Not to mention she’s been asleep for the past three years, so the people haven’t even seen the Countess in that time.

I feel like we didn’t really get to understand a lot about Nadia even from her route-why did she fall asleep? What on Earth did she see in Lucio? Why did she let him do all those bad things in Vesuvia before he died? (My initial thought was Cancers can be sloth-like and passive, so that could be why).

14. Opinion on Portia?

Of all the LIs I feel like it’s Portia I know the least about despite having probably the most appearances. Sure, she’s quirky and fun and cheerful, and that’s cute, but...what does she want? What does she fear? How does she feel about her brother being on trial?

I’m hoping we get to expand more of her personality in her route. I know her patron Arcana is the Star, so her route will likely be about learning to have faith in other people, but who knows.

15. What is your favourite Arcana card?

Justice. The Empress is a close runner-up.

16. Have you bought any of the official merch?

No, I refuse to give a single cent to Nix Hydra. (I really want those Tarot cards though hhh)

17. What is your favourite CG?

The one where Asra is sitting in the gondola. Squishy cheeks :3c

18. How many Arcana themed blogs do you have?

Three! This one, then I run an Ask Muriel blog at @ask-muriel-inanna and an Ask Asra blog at @ask-asra-and-faust

19. Do you draw any Arcana art? What is your favourite image you have drawn?

The cover I just did for my Arcana comic! I cant link but it's in #arcana comic and #my art

20. Self insert or apprentice insert?

Both are valid, but I have an apprentice OC.

21. Do you have an apprentice?

Yes I do! Their name is Daya

22. If there is one thing that could be made with the Arcana theme on it, what would it be and why?

Idk what this means I big dumb

23. What is your favourite ship?

Outside of the LI x MC ships I really do like Asriel and Portia/Nadia (but only if Portia isn’t her servant anymore).

24. What is your least favourite ship?

Muriel x Lucio, Asra x Lucio or Julian x Lucio. None of them would even consider ever touching Lucio with a ten foot pole and y’all know this.

25. On your first play through, what direction was your ending for the LIs?

Upright babey!!!!!