#el gang family

[baldwinheights]

[berryblu-soda]

Thinking abt the oddly functioning server I'm in that started out as a league of legends group and slowly escalated to include the expanded church youth group + their friends

theres 87 accounts in there, no mods, my brother is the owner???? (Boy was like 15 when they made it???? WHY is he the owner???)

how that thing hasn't collapsed or had any real issues is beyond me 😭💥

[heavencasteel420]

Not trying to be mean or catty, but I know it will come off as such so I’m tagging accordingly. The two ways I can realistically* see St*ncy playing out at this point are:

Jonathan dies and Steve gets a repressed bisexual Cat on a Hot Tin Roof thing going with Nancy (aka the Sad Stoncy scenario) (this might actually work eventually if they talk about their feelings).

Nancy gets with Steve because things are too complicated with Jonathan, who has his own issues to deal with and moves away from Hawkins. Only it turns out Steve has some of the very same issues re: not knowing what to do with his life. They’re not all tangled up in complicated family dynamics and ACEs, which should make things simpler, but they’re also harder to address because Steve is just fundamentally not that invested in deriving a lot of meaning from a career/education at this point in his life. He was kind of hoping that being with Nancy would change that, too, so he’s pretty frustrated himself! She tries to encourage him to go to community college or find something to do near Emerson, but he keeps putting it off. Worse case scenario, he gets it into his head that the solution to everything is to get back into his dad’s good graces and take a position at the…business factory? Which is obviously way worse to Nancy than her 20yo boyfriend goofing off for a while. They break up during the summer after her first year at Emerson after having an argument prompted by the movie St. Elmo’s Fire. It’s a relief to both of them at that point.

*Realistically to me personally. I don’t expect the show to share my vision.

[aces-and-angels]

artwork by raghad qanou follow: @rhq2744 verified ✔: no. 221 on el-shab-hussein/nabulsi's sheet

dear moots/lovely lurkers- please read 🖤

raghad has finally reached the very first milestone in her fundraiser! that's right gang, thanks to the continuous support of friends/strangers alike, raghad's family has raised a whopping ✨£5,095✨as promised, here is another beautiful original by miss raghad herself 🖤

for those who haven't gotten a chance to meet her yet, please allow raghad to introduce herself in her own words:

Hello everyone, I am Raghad Qanou, a second-year human medicine student at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, or rather, I was like that, before I lost everything, literally everything... Before the 7th of October, me and my family [8 members] were living in our cute house in the Shujaiya neighborhood in Gaza, after huge suffering to repair it and return to living in it after it was destroyed in the 2014 war on Gaza. My family and I were forced to leave our home and forcibly move under fire 7 times so far! All this to escape death and hold on to the last shred of hope for a decent life! excerpt from raghad's gfm campaign page (read full story here)

i first met raghad sometime in june after she messaged me here on tumblr. one of the first things she shared with me (besides her name lol) was this piece:

title: waiting for a ceasefire "only hope and art keep us alive here in gaza ...." -raghad qanou

since then, we've been able to chat a handful of times-- i told her how much i loved her artwork and she excitedly shared even more of her work with me

raghad is a talented artist- a loving sister- a diligent student- a wonderful daughter- and someone who deserves a chance to live a life worth living. her whole family does

they continue to suffer through horrific living conditions and rely on y'all to help carry their burden. to reveal yourself so vulnerably to the world is far from easy. so often, we are told to grit our teeth and push through whatever ails us in silence. but this is a type of pain that cannot and should not be felt alone. and it will take everyone to band together so we can begin to heal

raghad's campaign still has a long way to go. to help things move along, i am proposing another art reveal ✨

if we can get raghad to £15K- i will unveil another beautiful piece from her collection of artwork!

as of posting, raghad's family has raised £5,095 / £55,000.

for those able, please consider donating by clicking the link below + share this post so others may get the chance to help out too 🖤

tags for reach below cut (note: sorry gang, ik we're not really moots. if you're here- it's cause i pulled people from a post that promoted a gfm in the past. please let me know if you do not wish to be tagged in future posts. no hard feelings, truly 🖤)

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[hairmetal666]

Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

[teambyler]

Mike DOES have a loving family (Byler analysis)

A common explanation for Mike having trouble telling El he loves her is that "he came from a loveless family." Not only is that inadequate -- Nancy couldn't tell Steve she loved him and it wasn't because she came from the same "loveless family." But I also don't think it's true.

Sure, Ted is distant. But Karen is very much emotionally available to her children. So I see this claim to be an instance of Karen Slander(TM).

Look at these moments where Karen made clear that it's okay to show love:

Karen is a loving mother when it counts. She only isn't as involved because she hasn't been included (yet) into the gang dealing with the Upside Down.

We don't know if the Wheelers don't say "I love you," but even if they don't there are families that don't say it that ARE close, affectionate, loving. It's just known. (Like mine!) Similarly, saying "I love you" isn't even an issue for other relationships in this show: not for Lumax and Jopper. That's because their actions show that they love each other. And that's how relationships really need to be evaluated.

So no, I don't think having a "loveless family" adequately explains Mike not being able to tell El "I love you" outside of when her life's at stake. If one does love someone, one WILL say it when that person is pleading for you to say it.

Which El asked Mike to, but he couldn't. And Steve asked Nancy to in s2, but she couldn't. And we know how that turned out.

It's not that Mike can't tell anyone he loves them. Mike has no problem showing love:

-teambyler

[miss-tarja]

[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Introducing Gabriella to Soccer

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

[janedoerising]

All these posts where Danny rips Supes a new one for his treatment of Kon el, conveniently leave out that maybe, just maybe Superman had very real justification to be wary of clones.

Does ANYONE remember Bizzaro?

How about Cyborg Superman?

No?

We’re all supposed to gang up on the guy who probably has some clone related PTSD or at the very least, some well earned paranoia. Why would Clark want anyone like that anywhere near his family or personal life, if he couldn’t be sure of their intentions. For all he knew, Lex made this clone a child ON PURPOSE, so clark would have a harder time fighting him.

And Danny would probably get it, He would understand Superman if nothing else. All of Danny’s clones tried to kill him too, INCLUDING DANNI. He could also understand the feeling of being violated by a creepy billionaire that’s obsessed with them, but thats another can of worms.

And obviously Danny could vibe with Connor, because he too, knows the feeling of being seen as less than a person.

If anyone is to blame here it’s Batman and the rest of the League for setting up both my Super Bois for failure. This clusterfuck of a relationship really could have and should have been avoided by almost everyone in the Young Justice/ Teen titans team and JLA members associated with said team.

One, by acknowledging Clark’s fears as valid and not trying to force Conner on Clark before trust could be established. None of them have an excuse, anyone in the Hero biz has and/or knows someone with an evil double/clone/doppelgänger story of some kind. It just comes with the job.

Two, by not getting Connor’s hopes up for a relationship that may never happen because of Clark’s previous trauma.

Three, let Connor know that he is wanted and there are people there for him, even if not by blood (Batman of all people should know how unnecessary blood ties are in family).

So I guess maybe instead of Danny wiping the floor with Clark, MAYBE, reconciliation might be more his thing. Cuz, you know, he’s been there too.

EDIT: went back try and clean up the post a bit.

[futuremrscameron]

What would your vision of a more mature Outer Banks show look like?

if i could link all my rants or conversations with moony i would but i’m too lazy to look for them all so i’ll give you the bullet points

morally gray pogues. let jj kill to protect his friends, the pogues closer to juvenile delinquents/ a gang that swindle tourons or steal beer from gas stations, harass kooks and tourons for seemingly no reason, the list goes on and on.

keep in the scene where jj delivers shit to rose and she pays him to sleep with her. obviously they wouldn’t show it but it would be a great way to show just what the pogues have to do to survive and really dial up how predatory kooks are not just financially but in every way possible

have one of the pogues betray the others to protect themselves or their family at one point. ties back into morally gray characters and having nuance like maybe the betrayal was to keep themselves out of prison or someone they loved was threatened or maybe it’s out of spite

acknowledge that ward is abusive and a villain. the show treats him like he’s better than luke and that he’s just misguided or just needs to be saved by the love of his children. he talks down to rafe at best, and slaps him around at worst. puts sarah on a pedestal but like most men in her life when she doesn’t match up to that version of her he has in his head lashes out (physically in s2 episode 10). and last but certainly not least he ignores wheezie, the one who primarily needs his parenting and affections. idk if the show wants us to root for his redemption or it’s just the writers favoriting the camerons but they’re squandering a perfectly good villain.

just have the show be about outer banks quit the traveling. i can excuse them going to the bahamas for the gold cause dug the cameron’s are rich white folk of course they’re gonna hide their shit on a island or in a foreign country but outside of that keep the show in obx. like moony said the island itself is a character so that’s where they should be. i thought s4 was gonna fix that when the gentrification plot was revealed but nope! more treasure. the treasure isn’t even the problem cause i loved the gold and cross plotline but el dorado? morocco? please.

explore classism. for a show about the haves and have nots they barely scratch the surface of what separates the kooks from the pogue besides “they have money and they’re cruel” like BOOOO give me more. don’t you wonder why jj is still living with his fuckass dad? why hasn’t cps taken him to the cops arrested his father? bc they know jj has no one else, no money, and would probably rather stay with his dad. john b’s running from cps arc was cool til they dropped it.

explore antiblackness. if the pates and burke have a shit about black people pope kelce and cleo would’ve gotten a lot more to work with. i don’t even think they realize rafe hate crimed pope so i can’t be surprised but goddamn this ties perfectly into the classism at play in obx. classism and antiblackness go hand in hand so it wouldn’t be that hard to have a storyline about the heywards being better off than jj or john b but still getting disrespected for being “poor” or “uppity” (antiblack) and not “knowing their place” or have pope tell the pogue’s that just cause he has a fraction more than them doesn’t mean shit and he has more at risk than any of them. he’ll have kiara talking about the micro aggressions she dealt with during her kook year (looking at rafe and crew). speaking of rafe why the fuck is kelce friends with them. is it a can’t beat ‘em join ‘em mentality or better them (pope) than me or is he genuinely a black white supremacist. WE DON’T KNOW. cleo is from the islands and while there’s no shortage of black people there colorism still exists. she’s a dark skinned girl who lived in the street til recently and had to do whatever it takes to survive gee i wonder who she could relate to. also that old white guy in s4 was being blatantly antiblack and xenophobic to her but they went nowhere with that cause of course

rafe and barry lore. now listen this is not just me fujoshing out, this is about figuring out what the fuck these two have going on. who got rafe into drugs? how did he meet barry? how long has barry been selling to rafe? recently? (no) since he was a teenager? (most likely) cause that creates some gross implications and raised eyebrows at barry, makes him look more predatory than he already is (i mean he’s a drug dealer you gotta prey on weaknesses and what not) why do these two get a long to some extent? rafe gets to crash at barry’s and i won’t say it’s cause barry likes him at most (in s1) he’s amused by him s2 on is another story but i won’t get into all that here. they’re no fezco and rue but they definitely have a bond

while we’re on the topic of rafe please diagnose that mf. “there’s always been something wrong with him.” “he’s sick.” he’s mentally ill, stop dancing around it i beg. i know he’s not canonically anything but the signs point to BPD and the people agree so get to it. also have it genetic on his mom’s side and that’s one of the reasons why ward is so scared to acknowledge it or get him help cause that makes it real and he won’t lose his son like he lost his wife. creates intrigue, nuance, drama, empathy for rafe and ward.

queer characters. they should already be in the show but alas. jj queer, kiara queer, barry queer, sarah queer but doesn’t wanna admit it, rafe queer but homophobic, give me range yk?

call out characters’ misogyny. sarah cameron is obx’s number one victim of misogyny, my sister is scared of getting close to people cause she knows when she opens up and isn’t the person they thought she was they’ll lash out (ie; all the men in her life). john b and topper switch up on sarah when she isn’t the perfect girlfriend, not the cheating, just not the devoted girlfriend that’s on their side 24/7z kiara is victim #2 of course. rafe spews nothing but vile misogynistic language to and about sarah and objectifies kiara. ward is possessive of sarah and wants her under his thumb. pope is cold to kiara after she rejects him and jj is #weird to women. (this is probably the writers not picking up on it, having “better things to worry about”, or trusting the viewers to clock it)

amazing ask by the way thank you for letting me yap about my vision

[yandereunsolved]

⸝⸝ ⌇ Yandere Poly Joiver (RDR1) ⌇ ⸝⸝

John has had to take down entire gangs, save charlatans and saints alike, and play the role of the obedient bitch for classist Mexican idealists claiming to be saviors. One old flame wasn't going to be the death of him, but it would be the catalyst of a different life—a different man who lost the redemption he was vying for.

Another pull of his trigger as he moves through El Presidio like a jackal hunting a rabbit. His ammo is depleting, but his nimble fingers still lead to many more deaths. An addiction he is unable to quit. A past he now runs towards. Hiding right behind a wooden door.

He slams it open, and there stands a man he almost dared to forget. Too many things that could be said, such little time.

"Hello, old friend. It's been a long time."

Those are the words that find their way to his lips. Oh, how his Javier has changed. That familiar flame lighting within his core up to his face. Javier: a more effective ignition material than kerosene.

"Hello, brother. It's good to see you."

John's mind tunes out Javier's words until he says, 'We was close once,' too distracted by unforgivable actions and undeniable attraction.

It becomes all muddy in his mind. His mouth speaks of great pain, but his body expresses great love. Taunts and threats only hold half their weight. Javier manages to just barely slip through his fingers, but not before a piece of paper is slipped into his boxers. The familiar but nearly ghostly touch sends shivers down his spine that echo even hours after El Presidio is conquered.

Casa Madrugada

Those were the scribbled words on the paper.

A room paid for by a man who didn't give his name, Javier, clearly. He has the mind to know it may be a trap. Misdirection. He is already enough of a fool for failing to catch him once. And Javier's word means little. Perhaps his next actions will mean a lot.

The room is simple enough. A worn bed, a dresser, and a stained armchair. Moans crawl within the walls like mice, reminding John this is a place he should not want to stay in. The room grows in complexity as he spots Javier, half-undressed with hickeys and claw marks littering him, leaning against the armchair with a certain smugness.

"You're here." John says it like an oath, but with the bitterness of their past nipping at the finality of the words.

"Por supuesto que sí. Have more faith in me."

John sarcastically huffs. His teeth grit together.

"Yeah, 'faith', because that's what got us here. I'm getting my family back, Escuella."

'Such determination,' Javier thinks. He's even more determined to break John's resolve. To have him within his grasp again: intimate and fervid.

"Mi amor, your family is here."

Javier nearly trips over his feet but manages to make it with John's proximity. John doesn't move away but quietly grunts. Javier takes it as an invitation, wrapping his lithe arms around John's waist.

John moves against him. He shoves Javier off after a moment of feeling his noxious touch. Javier falls flat on his ass in surprise. John's right hand grips his double-action revolver, still holstered.

"It stopped being here a long time ago." You're not the man I once—admired." A poignant crack is heard in John's voice as the last words die out in his throat.

One could almost trick themselves into believing that Javier's eyes watered in that moment. He doesn't waste time, relatching himself onto John. One hand placed against John's chest, the other envelops the hand on John's revolver. Javier looks nearly identical to how he did at the end of their nights together.

Javier whispers salaciously, "Estoy mucho mejor. One night. Then you can turn me in and run back off to your puta and that bastardo de niño."

John pulls Javier in this time, the stupid, persistent little bitch, and kisses him.

"You always sounded better with your mouth shut—unless you were singing," he mumbles onto Javier's bruised lips.

Javier chuckles.

"So, a yes?"

He slides John's resting hand off of his revolver and fondles his ass.

"Vamos, John. Necesitas cumplir con nuestra nueva obsesión."

John can't profess to be a man of great intelligence, barely understanding English and having no grasp of Spanish, but with the way Javier said it, John knows it can't be good.

Javier reluctantly pulls himself away from John, relishing in the familiarity of it all. Javier begins fixing himself to look at least somewhat presentable, pulling back on his gunbelt and grabbing a pair of binoculars. All the while John grumbles unintelligible words under his breath. He wipes his lips off with his sleeve, as if trying to wipe away the sins he has accumulated while in here.

"The whores here are dutiful," Javier comments while pulling his boots back, "but they don't satiate a man's needs the way they should. Only a good lover—lovers—can do that."

John rolls his eyes but doesn't respond.

Javier continues to pester him as he leads John out into the desert. John doesn't respond, but his body language does. Muscles taut and head straight ahead, looking out at the scenery. Their horses match each other's speed as they ride out towards El Matadero.

After an hour, maybe three, Javier slows his Hungarian Half-bred behind a large set of rocks, urging John to do the same. Javier's hands slip into the satchel on the side of his horse, taking out the binoculars. Javier sets his sights on a small campsite, nothing more than a tent and a diminutive fire. Oh. A person. You. Settling in for the night.

"What is this?" John's more accusatory than curious.

Javier is practically drooling while observing you. Disgusting, John thinks, as if he won't be doing the same soon.

"Our newest premio. A lovely minx who has evaded my grasp, as I have evaded yours, guapo."

"Oh, you sick bastard. I'm leaving. with you tied to my horse."

"Ah, no, no, no, no. You said one night. I get one night. Or does your word mean less than mine?"

John could strangle Javier right now. Or he could put a bullet in him. So many choices.

"You," John pauses for a moment to take a breath,"—fucker. Fine. But I'm not stooping as low as to aid you in your stalking of an innocent."

"You already are. And they are anything but innocent."

John was nowhere closer to being redeemed after that night. He became worse, worse than he was back in his Van der Linde days. Obsession. Not just with you but with Javier.

[eddiestightywhities]

𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙/𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗

a closeted gay teen from a mexican catholic family growing up in 90s el paso, texas, edmundo diaz met shannon in high school and, in her, found his best friend and soul mate.

after a while, they decided to fake-date, to save eddie from scrutiny and danger—but in the end, shannon was the one who needed protecting; she was murdered for defending eddie, by a knife gang of bigots hellbent on chaos and death, and eddie, in self-defence, killed one of them after they tried to take him out, too.

jailed at 18, eddie did 8 years for manslaughter at the penitentiary of new mexico, where he kept his head down and his record clean, and turned to god in the hope he could save his soul.

when he got out, with no real prospects and no friends or family to turn to, eddie joined the church, and once ordained, moved out to CA to his first parrish, where he met a firefighter named bobby and struck up his first real friendship in what felt like a lifetime.

through this new kinship, eddie was introduced to another first responder: evan 'buck' buckley, who became determined to blur the lines between platonic and something more—setting eddie on a path that would lead him to forever securing a place for his soul in the fiery pits of infierno...

[theqhreator42]

There's something to be said about how every single shootout in the Breaking Bad setting is profoundly pathetic. Shots are almost never well-aimed, the combatants rarely have time to take cover or consider their tactics, people die in grotesque, absurd ways, and everyone always loses.

For me, the exemplar of this style is the final shootout in Breaking Bad (not counting Walt's machine gun gambit in Felina), where Hank and Steve confront Jack Welker's gang alone in the desert. On paper, it seems like a typical heroic climax: Hank and Steve stand up to the gang with no hesitation and prepare for the fight of their lives. The actual outcome, though, is more prosaic: totally outnumbered and outgunned, they are mortally injured without grazing any of the Nazis, and Hank dares Jack to execute him as Walt begs in vain to spare his life. The agents' desperation to preserve their honor by apprehending Walt alone becomes their doom.

Meanwhile, the closest the setting gets to a traditional "final badass duel," the confrontation between Gus and Lalo in Point and Shoot, ends with Gus tripping a circuit breaker, awkwardly ducking behind a bulldozer to pick up his hidden revolver, dumping all six shots at Lalo's general direction, and then collapsing under his own injuries. Lalo's final living act is to cackle at the sheer dumb luck of the situation as he drowns in his own blood, before Gus's minions bury him in the same pit as Howard (in case anyone believed that Howard, Sylvia, Mateo, Fred's family, Cheryl, or any of the other people bereaved by Lalo got a grain of justice here).

Even the final combat scene of the entire setting, the El Camino duel, has little heroism: Jesse wins the duel against Neil by breaking the rules and firing a second gun hidden in his jacket, then frantically dodges Neil's colleague's gunfire, picks up Neil's gun, and shoots wildly at the colleague, who takes a bullet straight in the head and comically falls face-first into a glass display case. We are happy to see Jesse live, but he doesn't improve himself by surviving this fight — he simply survives.

It's one of many elements of the Breaking Bad setting's cinematography that I really admire: the refusal to glorify violence. Every protagonist becomes an accessory or perpetrator of murder at some point, but none of them are improved by it, and it is never pretty, gratifying, or righteous. In a strange way, the rejection of violence as a positive act feels deeply humane.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

I've always loved the Steddie SpideyPool pairing, but after DP3, I'd like to suggest Eddie as Deadpool and Steve as a very messed up Wolverine.

Steve who had hard time coping with failing his chosen family and the punishment of not being able to die and join them. It wouldn't be the X-Men characters, but the whole gang of his kids and friends who took up being heroes to protect their world. Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas...all gone.

So Steve survives on alcohol and moments of self-pity and rage. Sometimes he tries to see if maybe his healing factor got up and left, but no. Still there.

Enter Eddie as Deadpool. He tried dating Chrissy, but they ended up breaking up after she got targeted. He is trying to make a honest living, but fuck, it's hard. Then the TVA thing happens, Eddie panics, brings in a replacement Wolverine who just happens to be Steve.

The movie happens sort of the same way.

And then Eddie drags Steve home and Steve just breaks down. Because in this world, his kids and friends are fine. They are alive. They never got into the hero business, Robin tends to the merc bar that Eddie used to frequent. Dustin tried to join Eddie's temporary group X-Force (yes, he's their Peter), Mike is Eddie's former getaway taxi driver. El ended up in the X-Men and she is mentored by Hopper, but she's safe and thriving.

It's when they're all sitting at Eddie's shabby desk with Wayne and everyone that Eddie and Steve stop bickering. It's the very moment that Max mentions that superheroes aren't as lame as she used to think and she might try becoming one.

The joint "OVER MY DEAD BODY' sounds almost rehearsed. The disjointed rant about why this is such a bad idea doesn't, but everyone's eyeing them with suspicion.

When Eddie reminds everyone to be safe on their way home ("or I'll always order pizza with pineapple for the next DnD, I swear it, Wheeler, you'll wish you weren't born in this century!"), and Steve nods behind him, Max scoffs. "We get it. Go kiss your new crush and don't worry for a minute, yeah?"

It takes Eddie several minutes to register what she said, but by then she's gone.

"A crush?" he spits out. "Unacceptable!"

Steve just stares at him.

"I mean, we saved the world together. That makes us so much more. Right, boyfriend?"

Steve still stares at him, but hey, Eddie's an optimist. What else can Steve do than stab him (been there), slash him (done that), dismember him (they'll get there one day), or break his heart? Maybe the last one.

"Boyfriend, huh?" asks Steve, and his claws stay in for now.

Eddie feels brave and puts his hands on Steve's shoulders. "My calendar and heart are free. So what do you say, baby?"

"That depends."

Eddie still isn't stabbed. "On?"

And fuck, it seemed impossible, but it's there. Steve smiles at him. "On whether kissing you shuts you up."

Laughing, Eddie pulls him closer. "Why don't you find out, big boy?"

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Sunset ✨

Sunset was something you looked forward to every day.

Sunrise was something you dreaded.

Fluff and angst, vampire Eddie x reader, 18+ as there are slightly spicy situations.

✨

It's one of those long shifts at Family Video that's dragged on endlessly, you finish at five pm, the time seems to be passing by as slowly as possible.

You're grateful that Family Video managed to survive after the earthquake that should have torn the town apart, if it weren't for El destroying the Upside Down and stopping that grinchy ass looking Vecna's plans then you're sure Hawkins would have ended up as the epicentre for the apocalypse.

Mindless chatter washes over you as you vaguely listen to the conversations of a gang of preteens arguing over which film they were watching for movie night.

Steve and Robin are also discussing the dates that they went on at the weekend and you try to focus your attention on them, oohing and aching at the right moments.

You were happy that Robin was getting on so well with Vickie and that Steve was finally moving on from Nancy, it's just you were finding it hard to concentrate when you knew what tonight entailed.

Robin and Steve didn't know you were keeping a very very big secret.

Everything was pretty much back to normal, Autumn was well on its way and Hawkins looked picturesque as the trees turned various shades of reds, gold and brown. There was a chill in the air and Steve was planning a small party for when Halloween rolled around.

As much as you loved Halloween all that you could think of was tonight and how you wished that it was sundown.

Sundown was something that you looked forward to every day...because of him.

Finally when the clock strikes five you're anxiously shrugging off your work vest, Robin is grinning at you and Steve smirks as you wave goodbye to them hastily, "Looks like someone else has a hot date" he says to Robin.

Well they aren't wrong.

✨❤️

It's dead silent as you rush into your house and straight upstairs to your bedroom. Snuffles the bear isn't in his usual resting place on the bed, instead he's being held by the lone figure who's standing at your window.

Eddie.

"Hi"

All the tension leaves your body as your eyes trail over him, he turns to you and there's a serene smile on his face.

"Princess" his voice is so soft and tender. A whisper in the wind.

His eyes are a mix of brown and the tiniest tinge of red. He's hungry. It must have been a couple days since he's fed.

"I missed you" you tell him as you rush over to him and as much as you desperately want to throw your arms around him, you know that he needs blood. Mostly he feeds himself on blood bags, keeping his hunger sated.

Not that you know much about what he does, he showed up at your window nearly three months ago and almost gave you a heart attack.

He was dirty, covered in blood and goodness knows what else and you rushed to help him, you were so certain he was dead; Dustin was so sure that he was dead otherwise neither of you would have left his body in that...hellhole.

The guilt almost overwhelmed you but you pushed it out of your mind and the red flags that were forming in your mind at how the hell he was alive.

You guided him to the shower and found him some clean clothes that you sneakily borrowed from your dad, the clothes were baggy on Eddie but they were better than nothing.

Despite being presumed dead, Eddie had no injuries, scars yes but no injuries. Maybe it was some freaky Upside Down coincidence, you didn't know at the time what was really wrong.

The next morning Eddie was gone and he didn't return for days to the point you were certain that him coming back was all a dream.

He returned a few days later and it's the first time that you found out what he had turned into. He was covered in blood, some of it coated around his mouth. His eyes were bright red and you saw a hint of fangs.

That's the night you found out he was a vampire.

...

At first he would visit once or twice a week but recently it had turned into...more. Almost every night he visited you now and it was like he had never gone. He was his usual goofy, charismatic self and you loved the time you spent together.

The only other person who knew was Dustin and if Eddie wasn't with you then he was with Dustin, still playing D&D and teaching Dustin all the metal music knowledge he knew.

"I missed you too" his fingers ghost over your cheek and his hand rests on your chest, directly on your heart. His lips meet yours and like the last few times this has happened the kissing heats up quickly, it's all you can do but to pull away reluctantly.

There's a soft growl in Eddie's throat and you soften as he turns away from you immediately. He always gets like this when he's hungry.

"It's okay' you notice his eyes flash with hunger, you can feed" he nods then slowly guides you to the bed, he waits until you're settled before he sits down and kisses you again, lips trailing over your jaw then to your neck.

There's a slight sting as his fangs pierce your skin, he moans and one of his hands caresses your hips, god you shouldn't be so turned on by this but you are.

Blood pounds in your ears and a delicious heat pools in your stomach. Eddie pulls away, chuckles lightly and his eyes meet yours.

"You taste divine sweetheart and I'm guessing you liked that very much?" you nod, squirming with need and he smirks and his eyes darken for an entirely different reason.

He then wastes no time in burying his head between your thighs.

❤️

Much much later you're cuddled into Eddie and trace gentle circles around his tattoo. Your body is entwined with his, a frown on his face as he notices that it's nearly dawn.

Yeah you're trying not to notice that as well, the thought makes your throat feel tight and your heart ache.

He sighs and kisses you softly "I have to go princess" he sounds as disappointed as you are and all you can do is nod. You're afraid if you say anything you might tear up.

Theres a few more long, passionate kisses but pretty soon times up. Eddie groans and kisses your forehead, he then whispers in your ear. "I love you Princess"

Okay, now the tears really do come. "I love you too Eddie" his answering smile makes your heart flutter and with another quick kiss he's ready to leave.

"I'll be counting down the hours until I can see you again sweetheart" he winks and then he's gone.

You lay in your bed full of a million different emotions, Eddie loves you. He loves you. It makes you feel giddy. How you wish he could be here in the sunlight too.

As much as you loved sundown, you dreaded sunrise.

✨❤️

[glass-apothecary]

Stand By

Chapter 4 - Kilo

AO3 | Masterlist

Abby sees you in action and learns something about you that you tried to keep hidden.

August 12th, 2035

Abby is 17 years old.

She has been at the stadium for 14 months.

Abby’s dad liked Owen. 

Owen wasn’t one of his students, but he was assigned to Abby’s Firefly unit so they were around each other a lot. Abby liked Owen too. He was funny. He didn’t have that rage in him that a lot of men had. He felt safe. 

He held her while she reached for her father’s corpse. He’d played interference when people wanted to offer Abby their condolences. He didn’t speak for her, but he stood up for her when she didn’t have the strength. And on the road to Seattle, he let her take it out on the corpses of infected and didn’t judge her for it. He had lost his family before Utah. He knew how it felt

And in return, she let him kiss her. It wasn’t bad, just… clinical. It was nice, for someone to want you. She felt valuable when she was with him. Abby didn’t realize just how much she was going through the motions until she started spending more time with you.

It was movie night. Everyone from Salt Lake was there minus Leah, who was on duty. You were all packed together in their room fighting over popcorn while the lead actress confessed her love in the rain. 

Abby was sitting between you and Owen. When the two actors in the movie kissed and the music swelled, Owen put his hand on Abby’s knee. Objectively she knew that was sweet, and she didn’t let herself think about it past that, sweet . 

Abby had invited you for two reasons. First; the two of you had become friends in record time and she wanted to spend more time with you. Second; You had been working through the night recently and you needed some off time. They had been looking for someone to cover the radio on night shift but so far no one could figure out your shorthand and people kept screwing up the channel settings.

So it was no surprise when you started nodding off during the movie’s third act miscommunication. And Abby had to admit, it was kind of cute, the way you tried to fight through it. When your head fell softly against her shoulder and you let out a small puff of air, Abby had this feeling . Like excitement, but more internal. A fuzziness in her chest. Like when you’re holding an impossibly small kitten. Every muscle in her body tensed with the effort to stay still, to not disturb you. 

When the movie finally ended and everyone started getting up to leave, you woke up. 

“Oh shit, Abbs I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I- ” You were cut off, startled by the buzz from your walkie.

“Tower, come in. Towe-” The voice cut off, they sounded frantic. Abby sat up. 

“Go ahead” You replied. You did that sometimes, switching from calm to serious the moment a transmission came through.

Silence on the other line. 

“Go ahead, Squad Kilo. Are you in need of assistance?”

Leah was on Squad Kilo. Abby felt sick.

You stood, rushing toward the door as quickly as you could in your post-sleep haze. Abby followed. She wanted to help but she knew she shouldn’t get in the way. And god! How were you so calm? 

Abby noticed in her periphery that Mel and Nora split off to go to the infirmary and that Manny, Owen, and Jordan were taking her lead and following you to the tower.

“-oldiers down, Tower. Immediate evac requested!” There was commotion on the other end. Something that sounded like gunshots. 

You were at the elevator now and Abby watched you pause before running to the stairwell instead.

“Roger that, what’s your 20.” You said.

Confused, Abby followed you, motioning for the rest of the gang to take the elevator. 

Abby knew you weren’t the most athletic person in the stadium, she had really only seen you move quickly when the kitchen was serving those garlic butter things you liked. So she was truly astonished to see you book it up the stairs like someone’s life depended on it. Maybe someone’s life did. 

As Abby reached the landing a step behind you, she saw everyone else had already made it there. So the elevator was faster, why had you taken the stairs? Abby wasn’t an angry person, or at least she didn’t think she was. There were a few people she’d had a reason to be mad at. Her boyfriend, on occasion, her friends when they treated her like a child despite being her age. But she had never been mad at you, so it came as quite a shock when her brow furrowed in consternation over your dumb choice. A dumb, time-wasting choice you made while Leah was in danger.

You moved past everyone to the map table with the walkie still in your hand. What followed was a series of coordinates and street names you had to ask them to repeat twice. Once you located it, you sighed with relief. 

“Squad Kilo, there is a safe house the next block over. The old warehouse. Can you make it there?”

Silence, while you waited for a response. Abby was buzzing; with anger at you, with fear for her friend, and with something else as she admired your one-minded focus. 

“Copy, Tower. We should be able to make it.”

“Good. Squad Apollo should be in that area. Stand by.” She switched channels to speak with who Abby assumed was squad Apollo. 

There was a break in the commotion as Leah’s team was moving to the warehouse and squad Apollo was shipping out to meet them. 

Her friends had been heatedly whispering to each other while she had been looking at you and their conversation was growing louder to fill the science. It was Jordan’s voice Abby heard first. 

“I’m going out there!” He protested, pushing at Manny’s chest. 

“Don’t be stupid, man. There’s nothing you can do. You really think you can move faster than Apollo squad?” Manny was trying to talk Jordan down and Owen wasn’t helping.

“Manny, Leah’s in trouble. I don’t want him to go either but if it was Abby, you couldn’t stop me.”

That pissed Abby off. There were a lot of things Owen did to annoy her. Holding his hand at the small of her back when they were walking like she needed guidance, kissing her in public like she was an accessory, bringing up her dad when she was upset with him, but this… Acting like she was better than everyone else, different . Like she deserved to have someone risk their life for her?

“Owen-” Abby gave him a look she had given him before. A look that meant stand down and we’ll talk about this later. 

She looked at Jordan.

Abby knew that feeling. Knowing something was wrong. Knowing someone you love is in danger, and rushing towards it anyway because what else can you do? She saw the energy in his body, like a coiled spring. She put her hand on his shoulder and said something that maybe only the two of them would understand. A choice she hadn’t had the chance to make.

“If this goes really bad… If she dies, Jordan.” She saw him flinch and caught his eyes again. “Do you want to be running around trying to find her or do you want to tell her how much you love her, even if it’s over the radio?”

She watched the reality weigh down on him as he considered. But she knew he was listening to reason now so she simply repeated what Manny said and what Jorden already knew. 

“You’re not going to reach her before Apollo does. But you can be here for her.”

Jordan nodded solemnly. With emotion in his eyes and the detached stature of a soldier, he went to stand next to you. Abby watched as you nodded at him and handed him an extra transmission microphone, giving him soft directions and telling him not to speak unless he needed to. You looked at her with appreciation and Abby almost smiled back.

The next twenty minutes were tense. Sporadic messages updating you, and you acting as the intermediary so the teams could communicate. Once you were given the all clear that they were on their way back to the stadium you sighed, collapsing back into your chair, sending the boys downstairs to wait for the rescue team to arrive with Leah.

Abby spoke up then. “I, could you ask… Were there any casualties?” 

“I did, earlier. I was using shorthand though.” You looked at her with patience despite your exhaustion. “No WLF casualties. A few injuries, one critical.”

“Right.” Of course you’d asked. She shouldn’t have said that. Stupid.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, laying a hand on Abby’s. “We’ll know soon. Actually, let's go down to intake so we catch them on their way in, yeah?” You sighed, getting up from the chair like you’d miss it

God you were sweet. 

“Yeah.” Abby replied, before remembering she was supposed to be mad at you. 

“Why didn’t you take the elevator?” She asked, her anger building up before you could answer. “Leah could have died. Do you not care?”

Abby knew you cared. Of course you did. But she couldn’t stop that bitterness from rising in her chest. She trusted you, but she could be wrong. She couldn’t trust her own idea of you. Maybe you were just in the right place at the right time for her to project her loneliness onto.

She couldn’t look at you because she knew if she did, she’d fold. 

You didn’t reply right away, which made Abby feel dumb, like the answer was obvious and she just hadn’t gotten it. 

You sighed and took her hand. “Abby, sometimes I lose signal in the elevator. The entire stadium is made of concrete, which is why the tower is up so high, but the elevator is worse. Concrete and steel. I made a split second decision; either lose signal in the elevator and miss something important, or make it to the tower a couple seconds later with all the information I need.”

When she met your eyes, she felt… guilt. You were so tired. She could see the shadows under your eyes. And more than that, she could see the weight of this job. Someone always needed help, and the only thing you could do was listen. She wondered then, how often you had done this, how many times had it gone the other way, how many times had you listened to someone die? 

You were so young, you both were. Abby had no words, so she just held you.

~♡~

Leah was hurt, badly. 

When you arrived at the med bay, she was already in surgery. Over the past year, Abby hadn’t told you much about her time in Salt Lake, but you knew she avoided the infirmary. The waiting room was crowded, all of Leah’s friends from Utah and the many people she’d gotten close with once she got to the stadium were all packed into a small room with uncomfortable benches. You were beyond exhausted but you wanted to be there for Abby. Every ounce of will you possessed was being used to keep your eyes open and your head straight. You couldn’t tell if the fluorescents were helping keep you awake or just giving you a headache.

Instead of closing your eyes, you catalogued the range of emotion in the waiting room. Manny was talking to Jordan in hushed tones, whatever he was saying must have been helping because Jordan seemed more scared than reckless, which was an improvement. Leah’s squad members that had already been medically cleared were, similarly to you, just trying to stay awake. Abby was staring straight ahead, her leg bouncing at an unforgiving pace. She didn’t seem to see Owen who was sitting a few feet away, trying to catch her gaze. Between Abby’s nervous energy, the lights, and the low murmur of tension, you were well on your way to a migraine. 

“Abby, my room isn’t far from here, do you want to wait there? I can have someone radio me with any updates.” You offered. 

Abby looked at you. At first, she was openly relieved at the alternative offered, but her look was quickly swallowed by shame.

“I… shouldn’t.” She looked around at her friends. 

“Look Abbs, if you want to stay, I won’t blame you, but Leah won’t be able to have any visitors until tomorrow anyway.” You laid a gentle hand on her still bouncing knee. “And your nervous energy isn’t helping.”

You spoke gently, non-judgmentally. You just wanted Abby to take a moment for herself, let herself feel grief and anger and fear without letting them become her. 

You watched the tension leave her face as she decided to stop fighting herself and trust you. You stood and let one of the med assistants know to radio you if anything changed and went to gather Abby. You were about to leave when a low authoritative voice behind you spoke your name. The voice made you freeze in your tracks. And from what you could see, everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing and stood, or sat as the case may be, at attention. 

You turned to face Issac.

“Hello, dear niece."