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neo30deck · 4 months ago
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No-see I really like this idea!
I swear, the show loves to just make everyone dismiss Barry only for those dismissals to come to bite them in the ass later on.
This is actually why in any aus for the show I think of, I always try to make Barry to be smarter and more observant than he is shown to be. This is partially because he's a fantastic detective in the comics, and the producers put too much focus on the team part of team Flash for my taste.
Not that I don't appreciate the work Cisco, Caitlin, and the others do! It's just they dumb Barry down a lot just so that they can be elevated.
When Barry does use the smarts he has, they're often tossed to the side because he's 'overreacting'. If they do listen to the guy that's throwing himself into danger to save people all the time, the team might notice he's actually really helpful behind the scenes too.
Barry is a CSI, the guy connects dots between crimes as a job, he has to know a lot about different branches of science to be as good of a CSI as he's made out to be. Chemistry, physics, biology, fucking biochem is something he has to be great at!
Barry is capable of so many things that the producers of the show tend to ignore!
Relating to the original point, I think he gets really irritated whenever the team doesn't believe his valid concerns. He might even be reliving what it was like when Joe didn't believe him about his mother's murder! He has got to have developed trauma based on the way no one ever believes him.
So I propose a way for him to go 'HA I'M RIGHT', while also showing off his smarts. It comes in the form of him hiding stuff from his team.
If none of them are willing to listen to him, then he'll just do all of the investigating himself. This way, Barry can use his skills without relying on his team.
With Jay not knowing about Barry's distrust, he is likely to reveal details that show Barry might have ignored, but au Barry zeros in on those tiny slip-ups as fuel for his investigation.
Would love Barry sneaking around and having Gideon help him investigate Jay's DNA since Caitlin won't believe him. He might even stalk the two and hear their conversation about 'Jay's' doppelganger on their earth being named Hunter Zolomon. My boys gonna hold on to that info like a lifeline. When he finds out Jay is a serial killer on Earth 2? TO THE PIPELINE! OFF YOU GO HUNTER! JOKES ON YOU I NEVER TRUSTED YOU!
He's going to feel so validated once he reveals all his research.
I HAVE STUFF TO DO AND SHOULD NOT BE HERE RIGHT NOW BUT I JUST GOT A SEASON 2 AU IDEA
I’ve mentioned a couple times how frustrating it was that Barry was suspicious of ‘Jay’ and no one listened to him, so I was just thinkingggg
What if Barry pretended to trust ‘Jay’ just to get everyone off his back, so he’s a lot more cautious throughout the season (and probably tries some investigation himself)
Honestly after typing it out I don’t think much of anything would change (except an extremely satisfying “TOLD YOU SO” from Barry after Trajectory which should have happened anyway but that’s a different story Barry blames himself way too much to do that unfortunately) but yeah
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my-thoughts-and-junk · 3 months ago
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thinking about fallout 4 against my will
#random thoughts#fallout#unfortunately nora compels me#the fact the 'hi honey!' tape specifically mentions her 'shaking the dust off' her law degree is interesting#like she gave up her job to stay at home with her husband and kid. why?#like that's a whole year. at LEAST.#love the idea of nate pressuring her into it <3 maternity leave turns into 'isnt it so nice being with sean around the clock?'#'too bad you won't have this quality time when you return to work'#turns into 'you can always return to work if you feel like it but we DO have a lot saved up . . .'#and it's like. okay so fallout 4 would be so much better if it were set in the 1960s. literally no reason it shouldnt be#yknow beyond complying with lore which. it isnt that faithful to in the first place#i just think it's weird the game is like 'here's the FUTURE' and then it's like 'here's the FUTURE FUTURE'#anyway make it the 1960s. give me time-appropriate fucked up family dynamics#and nora's a laywer and a feminist who promised herself she'd never compromise her career for a man#and nate seemed so NICE and like he understood until uh oh. frog in a slow cooker#and he makes everything seem like it's her idea until she's barefoot in the kitchen with a screaming baby on her hip and burnt food in a pan#and she doesn't even realize she's trapped until it's too late. isolated from friends and family#idk ill do more research later to make it more time-accurate (ESPECIALLY interested in second-wave feminism)#anyway i think she cheats. with a door-to-door salesman selling places in the bomb shelters#(honestly probably the only adult social interaction she's had in weeks beyond her husband)#i like to think at some point she had a bit of a car accident due to the stress so nate took her keys#probably just a minor fender bender he blew out of proportion but she believes it because oh god what if she hurt sean#her feelings toward sean are complicated. i dont think she quite loves him which she feels guilty about so she overcompensates#with trying to keep him as safe as possible and she feels like he KNOWS and HATES her#(honestly when the bombs drop everything happens so quickly and when she's in the future and registers sean's gone she feels. so relieved)#(followed by heavy shame)#nate sabotaged her birth control btw. love evil 1960s patriarchs#never outright stated but heavily implied!#anyway nora in the future (while she felt very progressive for her time) feels very out of place#like her ideals have no place. like she has no place
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mbat · 3 months ago
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istg if josh marries nora im gonna be so pissed lol im so sick of her, whyd they kill off the person that actually seemed better for him
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joejhang · 2 months ago
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one thing about me is that i will NEVER shit on nora's writing. like everyone bitching and moaning abt aftg having bad writing shut the fuck upppp take ur hater agenda elsewhere bc all i had to do was read everything post ch 11 of trk and that's what really cemented it for me. aftg's writing style may be unconventional (and i do fully believe this is bc of neil's narration NOT nora's writing go read the ec and tsc) but everything post ch 11 of trk is written SO well like the emotions are all so raw and real and it's such a good portrayal of grief and guilt and anger all from the pov of a slightly emotionally unavailable traumatised kid (neil IS still a kid he's fucking eighteen years old) who doesn't know how to process what he's just seen and been involved in. like the conversation between andrew and neil in ch 12 hurt me on so many levels. the "i told you once before didn't i? i don't feel anything." "anymore" was my last straw. anyway STOP dragging nora's writing just because it isn't "conventional" just read tsc she writes emotions and different characters with so much depth and if u don't like neil's narration just read jean's it is NOT the writing style. i DIGRESS.
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schrodingerscougar · 8 months ago
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Hold it together (Simon Riley x reader)
Note: This takes place seven years after the second part. Warning: death.
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It had only been three weeks since the funeral. The girls were still closed up like clams, shutting Simon out completely despite their young age. Lucy was seven, Nora was five, and he couldn't believe that they had to experience the death of their mother this soon. He was lost as well, having no idea how to deal with losing you.
While at the beginning he pushed you away, believing he didn't deserve the love you were trying to give him, later you became his other half, his partner in crime, the most caring and nicest lover he ever had. He would have never imagined he would once have someone like you in his life. And now? You were gone for good because of that goddamn accident.
Johnny loved the girls and whenever he was around, he had offered to look out for them while the two of you went out on a date. Now he was trying to lighten the mood, coming up with ideas for fun activities, but Simon saw it in his daughters that they weren't excited about them.
While he was waiting for his broken ribs to heal, the sergeant stayed with them to make life easier. One night Simon tucked in the girls and his heart ached when he saw the youngest getting ready to sleep with a photo of you on the edge of her bed.
“You miss mommy?” he asked as he swept a strand of hair out of her beautiful little face.
Nora was sniffling quietly as she nodded.
He loved both his daughters equally, but the balance was perfect. Lucy was a lot like him, a real tomboy who had been wanting to try martial arts ever since they watched the original The Karate Kid movie. She had been handling your death surprisingly well, maybe that's because her personality was a lot like his.
But this young lady was your carbon copy in and out. Seeing her missing you so much proved your strong connection, the one he would never be able to build with her. He had never seen anything like it, and this made it hard for him to console her if she was upset. She had always ran to you for support, but now she was sad because you were gone.
Simon pulled the girl against his chest, his eyes falling on his other daughter who was watching them from her own bed. He could see her eyes shining from the tears, but she held herself together. “It's okay, babygirl,” he whispered to Nora as he rubbed her back. “I miss her too, you know. And I'm sure Lucy misses her as well. But we're strong, aren't we?”
She mumbled something in agreement then pulled away to bury herself under the thick blanket. “Goodnight, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead then stood up and went over to Lucy, leaning down to give her a goodnight kiss too. “Sleep well, big girl.”
When he turned to the door, Johnny was already waiting for him, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. There was a look of understanding in his blue eyes, and he put a hand on Simon's shoulder when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
“They're kids, they'll adapt and move on. Maybe not soon, but eventually they will,” he tried to assure him. “I'm not so sure about you, though. I woke up to you coming down the stairs last night. I swear you're moving around this place like a real ghost.”
With a sigh, Simon walked around the Scotsman and threw himself on the couch. “Her parents want custody,” he told him, finally giving him an insight into what was truly bothering him. “They're willing to drag me to court. I'm not suitable to be a single parent because of my job, they say.”
Johnny sat on the armchair next to him and rested his elbows on his thighs as he leaned closer. “Bullshit. Price would help you get an early retirement if you asked,” he said, looking way more upset than Simon.
“Who knows, maybe staying with them would be better for the girls.”
“Don’t say this. You need to fight for them. They need their father,” Johnny added.
This broke Simon. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, the tears he had been fighting ever since that night. His friend being by his side helped him keep it together, but they never talked about what exactly he went through because he always said he couldn't remember.
But he remembered lying in the ambulance, asking about you, begging for crumbs to find out what happened to you, if you were also on your way to the hospital, but they didn't tell him anything. “I’m sorry, we don't know,” one of them said.
“Talk to me, Simon,” Johnny quietly said once he sat down next to him on the other side of the couch. “You need to get this out of your system or you'll go crazy.”
Still fighting his tears, the lieutenant took a deep breath and finally began to talk. “She was unconscious. I–I remember looking over at her in the wreck but she wasn't moving, wasn't responding to my questions. They later said I had a concussion so probably that's why some time fell out of my memory. I don't remember how I ended up in the ambulance.
They didn't tell me anything. In the hospital I got out of the bed and went to look for someone who could finally tell me what the fuck happened, but I bumped into a doctor who was talking to a police officer. That's when I found out she was dead by the time help arrived,” he finished with a shaking voice.
Johnny leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. “Did you have the chance to say goodbye?”
“I might have threatened someone to be allowed to go to the morgue. Her body was bruised, scarred, and bloody. Not how I want to remember her. But yes, I could say goodbye.”
“You need to fight, Simon. For her. She wouldn't want her parents to take the girls away from you,” the sergeant told him firmly as he reassuringly put a hand on his shoulder.
Just when he was about to answer, tell him he felt like it was a battle he was sure to lose, they heard light footsteps coming from the door. It was Lucy who walked over to them, sitting next to his father and resting her head on his arm.
“Do Grandma and Grandpa really want to take us away?” she asked hesitantly as she glanced up at her father. Simon nodded. “I don't want to go. I want to stay with you, Dad,” Lucy said, already sobbing.
Simon let out a sigh before wrapping an arm around her small body and placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “I don't want you to leave either, trust me. I'll do everything I can to stop them, okay?”
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
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rwby-encrusted-blog · 5 months ago
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Laios: Oh, So these "Grimm" just dissolve away? You can't eat them?
Jaune: UNfortunately no, these things aren't like any other animals on the planet. Nora claims to have took a bite of one once! She said it tasted like Charcoal mixed with blood.
Laios: Hmm. Doesn't sound appetizing. Man, I was hoping to try one of them.
Jaune: Really? Well- I guess eating other kinds of monsters makes sense. Are they any good?\
Laios: Of course - not everything is edible but if you know how to prepare it-
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Blake: *Stare*
Izutsumi: *Stare*
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Tai: *Avoiding the Elephant in the room* ...
Chilchuck: *Also avoiding the Elephant in the room* ...
Tai: ... You know, I've never really picked up any of the 'Finer' Skills, always been more of a Brawler than anything. I've always thought about learning how to pick locks, just in case I lock my keys in my car or something.
Chilchuck: I ... I could try and Teach you if you'd like?
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Ozpin: It's always nice to see a young practitioner of the arts.
Marcille: hey! Just because I'm only 50 doesn't mean I'm young! I'm probably older than you!
Ozpin: Heh. I can assure you, you are not. *Sip*
Marcille: Hey, what's that?
Ozpin: Hot Chocolate. Would you like some?
Marcille: Yes Please!
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Senshi: ... When you're plating it up, just spoon the Curry over rice, garnish with a sprig of rosemary, and it's done!
Ren: *Accepting a bowl* Hmm. I never thought of using Eggs like that ... Let alone soft-shelled eggs.
Nora: *Happily taking a bowl* It Smells Delicious! I don't know that I've ever smelled anything so ... Warm?
Senshi: Well, Dig in! Let me know how it Tastes!
*Nom* *Bite*
Ren: ...
Nora: ...
Senshi: What d'ya think? Is it Good?
Ren: *Tearing up* It's ... It's fantastic ...
Nora: *Openly weeping as she horks it down* ITSH SHO GOO!
Ren: The Creaminess, the spice, the fat from the pork ... I Can't believe it ...
Senshi: Well, that's great to hear, but I can't help but notice You're actin' like you've never had a home-cooked meal before!
Ren: The closest Nora's ever gotten was from me. The day we she was fighting for a piece of bread from the garbage. Then My village was attacked, Overrun ... AS far as we know we're the only survivors. I learned how to cook for us using what we had, but it's never ... I've never felt like I had the chance ...
Senshi: ... You were just to kids fending for yourselves?
Nora: *Gulp* I mean, not all the time! We just got sick of oatmeal and gruel and whatever canned pasta was being served and learned to make our own food!
Nora: well ... Ren learned how to cook for us. *Holding out her bowl* More please?
Senshi: Uh, Certainly! *Taking her bowl and filling it*
Senshi: *thinking about what he went through*
Senshi: Hey, you two *He stands to his full height* I Believe that no one Should go Hungry! And the fact the two of you had to go through something so horrible and then have had to scrounge to make something half decent really ticks me Off!
Senshi: I swear that whenever we meet again I'll cook you the tastiest, most nutritional meal I can whip up! You kids have more than earned it with all you've been through!
Nora: *Gasp* Really!
Senshi: Yes, really!
Nora: Thankyouthaknyouthankyou!
Ren: *Finishing his bowl* Thank you very much Sir! And Nora, please slow down, you'll get a stomach ache from eating so fast.
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ladykailitha · 20 days ago
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Amnesia AU
This is the story from this post! No monster AU
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It’s Eddie’s senior year. His last year of high school (he hopes) and it’s been pretty shit. He’s lost two of the members of his band, his bassist and his drummer. The former because his parents had the big brained idea to move in his senior year. The other because she got a boyfriend.
It’s a cold, rainy, and dark as pitch night and Wayne’s off on the swing shift. He’s trying to decide which wall to put his head through from boredom when there is a knock on his door.
Eddie frowns and gets up. He didn’t hear a car, but with the rain beating on the metal roof, it’s possible he just didn’t hear it.
He opens it to an absolutely soaked to the skin Steve Harrington. He looks like a kicked puppy. Eddie peers into the gloom but doesn’t see any of the other boy’s cronies so he says, “Not selling today, Harrington.”
Steve shakes his head. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m–” thunder drowns out the rest of his words.
“Jesus fuck!” Eddie curses. “You should come in before you drown out there.”
But Steve shakes his head. “I just want to say that I have a crush on you and I really, really like you.”
Eddie stares at him for a moment and what he says next will haunt him for a very long time. “Thanks, I guess. But I really don’t swing that way.”
*narrator voice: he did in fact swing that way, he just didn’t know it yet*
Steve already sad face falls further. “I should leave.”
“You don’t want to come in, man,” Eddie huffs, “at least stay in your car until this blows over. It’s not safe out there.”
Steve raises his head. “Oh I didn’t bring my car.”
Eddie blue screens. “Loch Nora ain’t anywhere near Forest Hills.”
“It is if you don’t use the roads.”
And with that very enigmatic sentence Steve turns on his heel and slinks off into the dark.
Eddie tries calling out to him, but by the time he jams his feet into his boots and hauls on his jacket, Steve is long gone.
When Wayne comes home, Eddie asks if he saw someone walking on the side of the road, but Wayne says no.
As soon as the weather slackens they both go out in search of Steve, but they can’t find him. So they go to the police and Eddie is broken up by the whole thing. He should have pressed Steve or even lied about liking him just to get him out of the rain.
It becomes a nine day wonder in Hawkins but other than a couple of news reports by a local station, it never gains much attention.
Something Eddie really should have seen as a red flag. The other red flag was how much the Harringtons and cops pushed the story of Eddie doing something to Steve. Despite all the evidence saying it couldn’t have been him.
Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and Eddie graduates by the skin of his teeth. He goes up to Indy for the music scene and while he’s under age, the bars let him play because he keeps the customers happy.
Those months turn into two years. Two years since Steve Harrington walked into the gloomy of a rainy Indiana night and never returned.
Eddie gets a gig at a new bar.
The bartender is nice, hazel eyes, honey colored hair, and two moles on the left side of his neck.
The name tag reads Aaron. Says he’s recently turned twenty-one and recently got this job.
So Eddie leaves it alone. If “Aaron” is hiding out for some reason, he doesn’t want to spook the guy.
But the more he talks to Aaron the more Eddie realizes he doesn’t remember. Anything. Well anything before he woke up in hospital with no wallet, no keys, and no memories. The trucker who found him on the side of the road just out of Hawkins decided if this kid was so desperate to get out of town that he would walk the interstate at night in the pouring rain, then he deserved to get out of town.
He picked the name Aaron himself and the McDonald from his first meal.
Eddie knows who this is now. There is no doubt this is Steve Harrington. And he is not twenty-one. So he calls up Hopper. The only cop in Hawkins that never believed Eddie had anything to do with Steve’s disappearance.
Tells him to start digging into the Harringtons because something really stinks. He doesn’t bring up Aaron, but tells him that he met someone who saw Steve walking the interstate that night.
Hopper tries to tell him he’s retired now. But he doesn’t mean it. This is the case that made him realize the job wasn’t about helping people but kowtowing to the rich. He always suspected the Harringtons had more to do with that boy’s disappearance then Eddie did.
Meanwhile, Aaron and Eddie start falling in love, Eddie having realized he was gay the year before. Aaron tells him of these dreams where he is trying to escape a large empty building from a man wielding a shotgun and screaming at him that if he’s caught, he’s dead.
Then Aaron starts getting really bad headaches. Like tens on the pain scale headaches. So they go and see his doctor. They run scans but can’t find anything wrong.
But after a bad attack, Aaron sinks a difficult basketball shot. Something he’s never been able to do before, but Steve Harrington could.
Then more stuff that’s Steve starts coming through. Being a little more sassy. A little more bitchy. He starts remembering people and places from Hawkins.
Then he remembers Eddie.
Not the night in question, though Eddie is upfront about that and why he didn’t bring it up.
Aaron is a little upset, but understands that if Eddie had said something sooner he wouldn’t have believed him.
Then Eddie gets the call. Hopper has the Harrington dead to rights. But if he could find a body or even Steve it would make the case air tight.
That’s when Eddie decides for the three of them to meet.
Eddie and Hopper meet up at the diner and as they’re talking, Hopper facing the bathroom, with Eddie on the other side.
It’s so he can see Hopper’s face when Steve Aaron Harrington walks out of the bathroom with the biggest fucking grin on his face.
Steve explains everything, the amnesia, the living in Indy, meeting Eddie.
Hopper is over the moon.
The Harringtons go to jail for assault of a minor, child endangerment, and child abandonment.
Steve and Eddie move in together and Eddie helps him get his GED and sort out his life.
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thesunshinecourts · 7 months ago
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five curiosities for the next book, after reading the sunshine court
a non-exhaustive list, but five things i'm curious to (hopefully) find out more about in TSC2, or that i have questions about still:
what happened at the trojans' fall banquet (presumably jeremy's first year)? it's a Scandal, and jeremy cannot stand to be around bryson, and annalise has never forgiven him for sticking with exy after that, despite having attended all his games in high school. given the allusions to his stepfather, and also his step-grandfather being a congressman, i can see how jeremy's sexuality might be relevant to the situation—especially if we read into lucas' stiff apology and shame at his implication about jeremy and jean as being born from more than just common decency, but rather knowledge of this being a previous sticking point in terms of jeremy's scandals—but i also keep thinking about what cat said. jeremy has—three. two brothers, one sister. the way she says it, how it sticks out to jean as an odd switch, and the fact that we've only met two siblings – it makes me wonder what happened to the third. or if that's even the right question to ask, regarding jeremy's siblings.
elodie. i'm curious if we learn anything about what happened—by and large, i kinda hope not, if only because then jean has to too, unless it turns out stuart is lying, but that's a very different kind of fallout. (i don't actively theorise he is—at some point, these kids will run out of tolerance for ghost stories coming back to life—but i think its possibility ought to be considered, at least). i think we'll get more flashes of her from jean's thoughts, though, and i anticipate lots of heartbreak lmao
lucas. assuming stuart's contact comes through, and neil's hit goes ahead, we've got lucas in the aftermath of finding out his brother is a monster, and jean saying not to call the police, and then possibly his brother being dead. if it happens any other day—if it happens in west virginia, especially—i suspect lucas might be able to look at it like another domino in the ravens machine falling down, or even that something horrible happened to him when he returned home, but if it's still in LA, after what he did to jean, after jean said no cops-------i can see how that might twist into something more suspicious. who knows! i'm curious to see what happens there. grayson is a monster, but he is still lucas' brother. aaron and kevin still have complicated grief about tilda and riko, and they were their direct, constant abusers; cass never learned until after the fact, and lucas is in a complex space between the two parts of that spectrum. if grayson dies, i think the fallout will be unavoidable for exploration
this is a small one but man, i just want to keep seeing jean's list grow. it tears something out of me every time, and stitches me back together, and i want to go through that over and over, because i want to see a jean who not only hears that his life is his and worth living, but a jean who learns to believe it too
i'm just kinda assuming we see the foxes again, because i remember nora's character list having new details about characters who didn't show up in this one, but i'm also quietly hoping for more thea. their scene made me ache, and he'd never had good defenses against thea, and kevin knew that. jean would kill him for bringing her here made my heart do the !! double-tap. i'm extremely invested in jean, thea and kevin as a unit, and it would be so incredibly wonderful to see more
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weird-an · 1 year ago
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Billy comes home from work, limbs aching and fingers dirty from working at the garage all day. Their apartment is a shitty little thing, a dumpster how Mrs. Harrington called it the one and only time she had been visiting and Steve told her it's more of a home than the big empty house back in Loch Nora.
He stops dead on his tracks. Steve is wearing his best dress shirt and there's a fucking rose next to a candle on the table.
"What is this?" Billy asks. His heart is sinking into a swamp. He hates surprises as much as he hates turning his back against the door.
"Just some... uh.. slightly burned lasagna." Steve's face turns red.
"That's why I do the cooking." Billy frowns. "Are you breaking up?"
This doesn't make any sense. They don't do romance. Billy can't.
"What? No!" Steve groans. "Why would I try to bake cherry pie for that?"
Billy huffs out a laugh, more relief than anything. Also, there's a red smudge on Steve's most expensive shirt.
"We've been together for five years now," Steve begins. "Even if you were in denial for... like the first three years."
Billy swallows hard.
"I love you," Steve says. "And I know you love me, too."
Billy bites his tongue. He has never said it. He can't, stumbles over his own tongue the second he thinks of it. He tries to show Steve instead, sometimes too harsh or too clumsy, because he isn't really sure what gentleness is supposed to be, but he tries.
"Billy, I want to stay with you forever." Steve gets out a tiny black box with shaky hands. "I'll love you every day, every night. Do you wanna marry me?"
He opens the box. The golden band sparkles in the candlelight.
"We can't get married," Billy croaks. The ring is broader than a usual wedding band - which it can't be anyway, because they can't get married and because Billy isn't stupid enough to believe that Steve wants to stay with him until death.
Steve grins at him, a shining star in the dark of the night. "We fought against monsters. We left Hawkins. We can do anything."
"But it's- The state-"
"It's not about the piece of paper," Steve says. "It's about us."
"Yes," Billy hears himself say. Because he can never say no to Steve Harrington. Because he tried to get away from him, but every way to happiness leads back to him. Because Steve is a gift Billy didn't know he needed, because Steve is his ocean, because Steve is the sun rising in the morning.
Steve's smile is brilliant. His lips taste like burned cheese and red wine.
Billy never thought he'd get married. Billy never thought he'd have a future. Billy never thought he could love someone like he does love Steve.
"I don't want six kids," he mumbles. He wouldn't know how to be a father, he thinks.
Steve gives him a knowing look. "How about five?"
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rachetmath · 8 months ago
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Jaune More MC Ruby?
Ruby: That’s why I’m the MC and you're the side character.
Jaune: So because you have silver eyes you’re special?
Ruby: Yep.
Jaune: Even though I cheated Beacon.
Ruby: Yep.
Jaune: I was bullied.
Ruby: Yep.
Jaune: My partner is dead. And because I let my guard down, Ozpin died, and Oscar had no choice but to come on this journey. You know,  because of me.
Ruby: Yep.
Jaune: And because Cinder, who works under Salem killed my partner, I have beef with the main villain and her whole crew.
Ruby: Yeah.
Jaune: Salem, who I have way more in common with than most people, the deemed goddess I’m defying her, just like she did with the brothers over a loved one's death. Are you following me so far?
Ruby: … Yeah…
Jaune: Hazel, who mind you, lost his sister. He lost his sister because of the world Ozpin had created, like I did, with Pyrrha.
Qrow: She had a choice.
Jaune: A few days' choice which turned into minutes when Beacon was attacked. Then discovering how bad the situation is, you know with Salem being immortal, I almost hurt if not killed Oscar, making me at the spur of the moment,  just as bad as Hazel. And mind you I was willing to fight you on that.
Ruby: Uh… yeah…
Jaune: Tyrian, has the opposite to my semblance. Wasn’t he more interested in me than you? And you were his target.
Ruby: Mmhmm.
Jaune: Let’s talk about Cinder again. Cinder had two stray kids who followed her. I have Ren and Nora. Neither have parents. Also, we both want power but for different reasons. We even have different views on destiny.
Ruby: Oh damn.
Jaune: Atlas. Oscar did Ironwood not act like how I did in Argus but worse?
Oscar: Yeah he did. Jaune even saw Salem in person before you did.
Yang: So did we. You saw her face to face.
Oscar: I’m Ozpin. What is that supposed to mean?
Ruby: Oscar, not helping.
Jaune: Neo. We both lost our partners. The difference is that I have friends while she has none. The cat, him, and I almost have the same ability except he manipulates your soul or takes it. He might as well have been a devil version of me.
Weiss: O. Dear lord.
Jaune: Watts. … … … You know what no. He-he was no. Like he could have done better, he’s an example of being smart yet making the dumbest choices. 
Weiss: True.
In the Twilight
Watts: What?! My decision was understandable.
Ironwood: No. No, they were not.
Penny: Like you could have logically put your two weeks in and left for another kingdom. Or country. Like Vale. Mistral. Anywhere. You could have helped where you could've been needed. Which would have made you better than my father.
Watts: I wasted my life.
Back to Remnant 
Ruby: Um….
Jaune: You know what I have to ask this question. What is the moral of the story and how does your character fit into this?
Ruby: Well my-
Jaune: Let me retort. I lied. I was bullied. I had no idea about anything in the hunting world. I needed a teacher. I lost someone important to me. I have beef with the main villains. I train to get stronger to be of use to others.
Ruby: So?
Jaune: Okay. No one believed in me. But I still went to chase my goal. I lost the best thing in my life. I still moved forward. I had to kill someone. Still moved forward. I’m an old man trapped in a boy's body. Still moving forward. Fighting the odds that are stacked against me. I have seven who no one knows about. Yet your family is more interesting.
Ruby: Your point?
Jaune: The moral of the story is that no matter your circumstance you can always be better. Never allow destiny or grief to influence your entire life. No matter what odds that stand before you,  you can ultimately change your fate. And no matter the darkness a simple soul can light up the night and unite everyone against a greater evil. Even when the whole world is against you, you are never alone to endure it. If we stand united and look past our differences only then the wor;d would be a better place.
Ruby: Well my mom died at Salem’s hands.
Jaune: And?
Ruby: It's still relevant.
Jaune: You're right. But how many times has your mother been mentioned and you bothered to get information about her?
Yang: I-
Jaune: Bitch shut the fuck up. You were looking for the deadbeat mom more than the mom who stepped up.
Ruby: Well um… um…. Damn. Oh, but I-
Jaune: You weren’t the sword. I may not have known Penny as long as you, but the fact, that I could've saved her proved her death hit harder than Pyrrha's. I’m close to walking in Raven’s path.
Ruby: Shit.
Jaune: And back to your mother. She was a silver-eyed warrior. But Salem is still here. Do silver eyes work on her?
Ruby: Um.
Jaune: Because Salem is still both the brothers' creation. The old humanity. She can't be phased by the black liquid even though everything they touch decays. 
Ruby: She's immortal.
Jaune: Yeah but again when Maria told you her story didn't she try using her silver eyes on humans and it didn't work? 
Ruby: Cinder.
Jaune: Grimm arm.
Ruby: The hound. 
Blake: Silver-eyed person too but only stunned them.
Ruby: Blake.
Blake: What a minute he had animalistic ears. Should I be concerned for my people?
Jaune: Yeah… we’re not getting into that. The point is if you go see Salem and your silver eyes don't work then your mom died for nothing.
Ruby: Oo. Um…
Jaune: And let's get back to the other villains. Besides Emerald, Mercury, and Tyrian, some of them have valid reasons to join Salem. 
Ren: Jaune!
Jaune: Ren, your village got destroyed.
Ren: Nevermind.
Me: Hold up. Let me start. With Cinder, a huntsman saw what she was going through and didn't bother to help her. She was alone. The world abandoned her.  
Jaune: So Hazel was right. In fact, Raven had a point.
Oscar(Ozpin): Mr. Arc I-
Jaune: Motherfucker Hazel had every right to be angry. Dude shadow missions involve us going with experienced hunters. Yet his sister died and Ruby could’ve died. Shadowing them. Following their lead. Does that not show how bad the hunting system is? Not just that we got hunters who died in the line of duty. Not to mention how some were sexually harassing the girls.  And some of them are just plain crazy or assholes. Not to mention Blake, Qrow, and Raven. You let them in. And to make matters worse you chose Pyrrha, a first-year student, to be your maiden.
Oscar(Ozpin): She was my best option. 
Jaune: So Glynda wasn't on the table? A high-ranked fourth-year student wasn't on the table? Man, at least you could have chosen Ruby considering she has silver eyes and is a young upcoming prodigy. That would have made her more important. Like Ozpin Ruby off the bat was better than Pyrrha.
Qrow: Hey, I would have stopped that.
Jaune: O, so… it was okay with Pyrrha… but not your niece. I see. Hypocrite.
Qrow: Damn. Set myself up for that.
Jaune: Watts, despite his stupidity, had a point. James would abuse any source of technology just to have some level of control over something. Why did you think he wanted your sister instead of Penny? Why do you think he wanted Amity up as quickly as possible? Why do you think he hacked into Penny? Everything was always about control.
Weiss: Well our lives weren't easy.
Jaune: That I won't deny. Yet we are all still bad people.
Yang: Jaune my mother -
Jaune: Raven and Summer left you. Summer no one cared enough to talk about. Raven doesn't matter at all. Willow waited until her children were teenagers or young adults to start dealing with an abusive father. And Kali… yeah she should have slapped some sense into her daughter. 
Weiss: Well your mom doesn't love you.
Jaune: Don't care. Back to Jacque though how does he and James know each other? Why do they have beef with one another? Unless… o. Oh no. Don't tell me. Did James set Jacque up with Willow? And in return, he helps James rise to power. Or did James love Willow but because of his career he couldn't marry her? Could Winter be-
Weiss: Please stop. I do not need those theories in my head.
Jaune: Fine. The point I'm trying to make is… … well how about you explain.
Me: It's crazy how Jaune fits the main character role better than Ruby.
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loudlittleecho · 4 months ago
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Frozen in Time: Too Late to Save Them
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Tim got an alert on Forever Ice in Wisconsin. 
Seems there had been an accident. He quickly scanned the document. Mr. Anderson had given a statement, grateful that no one had been harmed, thankfully, and he also did not expect this to delay shipping. He mentions that his new facilities had better safety measures installed, and while he was sad to let the building go, it was time. . . a little further in the article mentioned how everyone who had worked at the facility had been given two lucrative options. Take a generous severance package, or transfer to another facility with housing and transportation cost support. 
Tim frowned. He had gotten alerts about the other facilities two months ago. When he had scanned them they all seemed above board. Seems Anderson had found a way to recreate his ability. Tim had purchased one crafted from a newer facility, and had analyzed it beside the first. They were identical.
Tim had a hunch he didn’t like. Anderson was making friends with quite a few people. 
He noticed a file he hadn’t added to the report, written in code. 
He narrowed his eyes. This folder was open to anyone in the Justice League to add to if they so desired. 
The only one who would add something in code was The Question. 
The woman, Nora, had requested his team to clear one of the smaller offices of the warehouse they were occupying, and to find a bed for the boy– though by now the boy was back as a block of ice.
His crew had glanced at him for confirmation; he nodded for them to comply. 
She had only given her first name, but Snart was able to put the pieces together. Nora Fries, wife of Mr. Freeze. He hadn’t kept up with Gotham news, but it looked that somehow Freeze had managed to bring his wife back.
Now how the kid connected to the two, he didn’t know. 
Nora had told him the boy had felt feverish; she believed if a room was made colder than his own, his body wouldn’t need to form his own ice. 
Snart worked on the logistics. 
Sources (See interview 1c): noted complete flip in N.A.’s personality. Clone? Mind Control? 
P.A. using ice BEFORE N.A. (See interview 1a). Need full interview with P.A. 
B.A. No Meta gene, biological sibling of N.A. (See D.M.A. Federal Employee Background Check)
Forever Ice: hired employees previously working with CADMUS. Deeper connection?
Tim rubbed his eyes. He enjoyed cracking codes, but The Question had written his added documents in seventeen different ciphers. Two to three, Tim understood, but seventeen on an already secured folder? He admired the man, sure. But he also recognized this could be his future if he wasn’t careful. 
It seemed The Question had taken on the case. That was good, because Tim already had enough on his plate. He started to close out the file when he paused.
He wanted to let his fellow detective know he was willing to help if needed. Tim smirked.
Wrote a coded note, and closed the file. 
— 
The room was set below freezing, using Nora’s cryokinesis and Snart’s devices to keep it at the right temperature. 
It had taken a week, but they had finally found the correct temperature. Nora wasn’t quite sure why Cold was helping. But she didn’t complain. 
When she removed ice from the boy, it didn’t replace itself. 
Slowly and gently she placed him on the bed. It had frozen over, of course, but was better than the floor.
His chest slowly moved up and down; breathing. 
Noticing the medical band from his wrist, she removed it. 
Fenton, Daniel.
ADM: 09/16/–
DOB: 04/03/–
The band was frayed, so Nora couldn’t be positive about its accuracy on the current situation. But based on dates alone, Daniel Fenton was fourteen 27 years ago.
Author note:
Acronyms: N.A., P.A., B.A: Nathan, Paul, and Becks Anderson
D.M.A.: Department of Metahuman Affairs. 
The D.M.A. is a real department in DC comics. Now, they don't have a 'Federal Employee Background Check', but honestly I wouldn't put it past the DC Universe to do so: Especially to not have a Queen Bee, Count Vertigo, etc situation happen in the states.
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The woods of Hawkins, Indiana were once the most feared lands in the continental US. From 1963 to 1986 the townsfolk didn’t dare step foot into the forest, especially at night, for one reason and one reason alone: cannibals.
Now one of Indiana’s best kept secrets, the cannibalism issue was once a rampant and horrific problem that no one could escape. Everyone knew someone who had been killed and eaten. Rumors swirled as to who was responsible for the killings, but a close knit group of students from the local high school knew the truth: it was the Coventry High football team.
Ironically, or not, the Coventry team was called the Coventry Cannibals. That wasn’t what started the rumor though. It also wasn’t why the Hawkins students knew the truth.
See, one of the Hawkins High students, a poplar jock type by the name of Edgar Milton, had witnessed a rival student from Coventry chewing on the fingers of a dead man. He’d stumbled away from a party and nearly tripped over the grisly scene. Too drunk to name the cannibal, the story he told wasn’t widely believed. That is, until his girlfriend Crystal Casablanca, saw a similar scene in the woods behind her house. People believed her because she was notoriously a straight shooter and didn’t drink. From that night on, tension was high in Hawkins. If cannibals were able to infiltrate the pearly gates of Loch Nora, they could easily be anywhere in town.
Parents locked their kids away at night. The schools canceled all extracurriculars after sunset. Even the high school’s beloved Dungeons and Dragons club, the Hellfire Club, was forced to reschedule their meetings to a morning slot.
People told stories, most of them were just tall tales, of students in the woods with veins in their teeth and blood dripping from their mouths. Teens claimed that cannibals had eaten their toes, their pets, even their siblings. Nothing, and no one, was safe.
It all came to and end one fateful night when an illustrious detective pulled into town. His beat up red Chevy didn’t look like much, but he had a reputation for closing the most dangerous criminal cases in history. This detective was none other than Walter Milton, the great grandfather of Eddie Milton-
“Daddy, I thought you said his name was Edgar Milton.”
“Yeah daddy, it was Edgar!”
“Eddie can be a nickname for Edgar, honey buns.”
“Is your name Edgar, daddy?”
“No, peanut. Daddy’s name isn’t Edgar.”
“That’s because your name is daddy.”
“No his name is Edmund!”
“Girls, girls, no fighting! Come on, don’t you want me to finish the story?”
“Does uncle Wayne save the day?”
“What? No, uncle Wayne isn’t in-”
“Then who is old Mr. Milton?”
“These are all fictional characters!”
“Daddy, I want to be in the story!”
“Yeah, I want a Canadian to eat me! Please daddy? Can I be in it?! Please!”
“Fine, you both can be in it. Ok, where was I…”
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(Read on AO3)
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my-thoughts-and-junk · 2 months ago
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thinking about nora again
#fallout#okay first of all her full maiden name is lenore dubrovhsky#she's somehow related to the russian diplomat who is the grandfather of natalia dubrovhsky#maybe his niece? idk but she immigrated to the us after meeting nate during his tour because she claimed she was IN LOVE#i imagine she was in her late teens and nate was in his early 20s#and she falls for him and he promises he'll help her with going to college in the US and they'll have an equal marriage yadda yadda#so they get married and nora becomes a lawyer#so they've been married around seven years and she's doing her training as a legal secretary when oops! she becomes pregnant#(nate sabotaged her birth control but shhh she doesn't know that)#so nate persuades her into putting her career on hold just for a little while until they can start putting their son in daycare#(shaun takes heavily after nora's side of the family to the point nate jokes about whether his DNA had any say at all)#(he also later joins the army and dies in action)#so nora's being kept at home all the time. taking care of the kid. cooking all the meals. cleaning the house. barely any time for herself#and she gets so frazzled she gets into a minor car accident while taking shaun home from the doctor#nate freaks out and confiscates her car keys so now she can barely get out of the house without him on her arm#barely any adult social interaction and any family she could have had keeping her company was all the way over in russia#so she has a quickie with a door-to-door salesman and when her next kid pops out with red hair#the lack of resemblance to nate stops being funny#he agrees not to leave her but says he can't trust her at home alone anymore so he gets her a job at shaun's elementary school as a teacher#this happened around when shaun was 11 and he's harbored a hatred for his mom and his sister ever since#nate promised to raise the girl like his own but he's distant with her which rubbed off on shaun#so the girl. i'm calling her annabelle. TOTAL mommy's girl. wants to be just like her#so when shaun's seventeen he fakes his enlistment papers so he can be enlisted early and dies in combat#i imagine nora misses the baby boy she raised and is utterly upset he turned out this way#and by 'this way' i mean i imagine him as a patriotic misogynist and nora does not hold kind feelings towards the US for various reasons#nate was proud of his son for dying for a cause he believed in#so when annabelle's six nora gets pregnant again and that's when i imagine the bombs drop#the school nora works for is a really privileged private school (nate comes from old money) and that's where the cryo pods come in!#i imagine it would be like a 'saving america's youth for a brighter tomorrow' thing idk#also the day the bombs dropped nora killed nate before heading off to work. woulda been totally caught had the bombs not dropped HEYOOOO
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anthurak · 2 months ago
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Nice i especially like the wizard of Oz as both magican and fraud. Now do team JNPR?
Sure, why not? XD
I’ve spoken a lot about how Jaune has had this great transformation from feckless, out-of-his-depth dude trying to be a ‘main character archetype’ in a story where he very much is NOT the main character, into this amazing example of a true ‘everyman hero’ who’s driven not to battle monsters and slay bad guys, but rather to simply help and support his friends and others in need.
But what’s interesting is that I think this very ordinary, ‘everyman hero’ quality applies not just to Jaune, but to Nora and Ren as well. Like Ren and Nora have always struck me as being fairly average/ordinary when it comes to huntresses and huntsmen. They’re certainly capable to be sure, but so are most huntresses and huntsmen. And as far as backgrounds go, I imagine that ‘parents/family/entire village all died in grimm attack’ is a sadly something not-uncommon on Remnant in general or in huntsmen applicants in particular.
Basically, Nora and Ren always struck me, especially early on, as fairly average as prospective huntresses and huntsmen go. At least when we compare them to Team RWBY, who each have that exceptional, outstanding, ‘main character’ quality to them even before they became a team.
Which of course along with Jaune just makes Ren and Nora being so involved in the events of the story feel special. They didn’t need to be here. They’re not like Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang who were probably always going to be major players in the conflict against Salem. The only reason Ren and Nora are involved is because they just happened to be friends with Team RWBY. They didn’t need to be here, but they are. And they’re doing everything they can to help.
And something I find really interesting is that while Oscar very naturally fits into this narrative dynamic as himself an otherwise ordinary kid caught up in this epic story by chance and like Jaune a massive subversion of a main-character archetype…
The same can’t be said for PYRRHA. Unlike her teammates, Pyrrha was always anything BUT ‘ordinary’. She WAS the exceptional, outstanding prodigy who believed in a heroic destiny and was even offered this big, important heroic role in the form of becoming a maiden. In a lot of ways, she was flat out carrying Team JNPR, as shown best with Jaune; Pyrrha wasn’t so much a partner or love-interest to Jaune so much as a mentor to him.
Really, Pyrrha actually had a lot more in common narratively with Team RWBY then she did with her own teammates.
And I think that’s all rather interesting, you know?
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ficretus · 1 month ago
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Harem King Championship
Sun: Good evening Guys, Gals and Non Binary Pals. This is annual Harem King Championship. I'm your host, Sun Wukong, part time Huntsman, full time rizzler.
Neptune: And joining him is me, Neptune Vasilias. N of team SSSN, but N of "Not getting a partner."
Sun: It's good to be in Vacuo. Atmosphere is hot and nominees even hotter.
Neptune: So let's introduce them.
Sun: Nominee number 1. You may know him as J from JNPR, but he is so much more. Jovial jock with jaw dropping junk making you jealous cause ya know your lady is gonna join him... Jaune Arc.
*applause*
Jaune: Thank you Vacuo.
Neptune: Nominee number 2. *whispers* Sun, paper just says racist asshole.
Sun: Dude, improvise.
Neptune: *clears throat* Bad boy of Beacon. Watch out for your girl, cause ears aren't only things he likes to pull. Master of cucking, Cardin Winchester.
*crickets*
Sun: Nominee number 3. She has a cold heart, but her caress will melt you. Every maiden will be hers. Don't think, just obey her... Cinder Fall.
*applause*
Cardin: Aw come on, she is literally a terrorist.
Cinder: You'd be surprised how far can being hot carry you.
Neptune: And finally, nominee number 4. This kitty has claws, and mice aren't the only things she is hunting. If you ever join her harem you'll never be left out cause clones are name of her game. On a hunt for title is... Blake Belladonna.
*applause*
Blake: This is for all Faunus Remnant wide.
Sun: Now that we know contestants, it's time to introduce the jury.
Neptune: As much as I'd like to check out some ladies, we have experts for that.
Sun: Jury member number 1. This hunky dad is more than it meets the eye. Partners are temporary, rizz is eternal, Taiyang Xiao Long.
Neptune: Jury member number 2. Some say he has gone through puberty while he was fetus. He has been bagging waitresses for longer than some of us have been alive, Qrow Branwen.
Sun: And finally... jury member number 3.
Neptune: All time record holder of Harem King Championship. She conquered men, women, Grimm and Kingdoms. Let's have a warm welcome for... Salem.
Sun: Wait, really?
Neptune: It's not like we can kick her out.
Tai: Didn't you kill my wife?
Qrow: Yeah, what the hell.
Salem: Let's keep it professional.
Sun: And now a commercial break.
*in Cinder's camp*
Cinder: Oh I can hardly wait to crush them all.
Mercury: Why am I even here?
Cinder: Because Emerald decided saving the world is more important than my special night.
Mercury: It's just a silly Harem competition.
Cinder: Watch your mouth Mercury. This is not just a silly competition, it's a game of life. If I can't rule as Harem queen, then what chance do I have to claim all Maiden powers. I will have this crown and I will take everything.
*in Jaune's camp*
Nora: You got this Fearless Leader, kick their ass.
Ren: Don't be nervous Jaune, odds are still stacked in our favor.
Jaune: Thanks guys. Can't believe I'm to favorite to win it all. This could be my moment, finally accomplish something and beat Cinder.
*in Blake's camp*
Yang: Jaune seems to be the main favorite to win it.
Blake: Oh don't worry, it's all under control.
Neptune: And now jury will rate our contestants.
Sun: Each jury member will give a rating from 1 to 5. Winner will be the person with highest number of points.
Neptune: Let's get ready to rizzleeeee.
Sun: First to be rated will be Jauneee.
Tai: I give him 4. He has that timeless look, muscular blonde with blue eyes. I could easily see him seduce at least 2 partners with that look. Just stay away from my daughters... and stay away from shapeshifting raven haired femme fatales...
Qrow: Ok Tai, let us continu...
Tai: Trust me, sex might be good but divorce makes it not worth it.
Yang: Could you stop!
Qrow: Sigh... Ok, I give Jaune 3. Look is important, but kid, you lack confidence. You need to work on your game. I'd say your Bi appeal is also kind of weak. It might be controversial, but I'd say true harem king can seduce partners of all genders.
Tai: Was that necessary?
Qrow: What, you can talk about banging my sister live but I can't mention some gay experimentation?
Salem: Men are utterly hopeless. Arc, I give you 4 as well. Your appearance is impeccable for the role and your approach is refreshing. However, you remind me of certain someone, so that lowers overall rating.
Neptune: That gives Jaune Arc final score of 11.
Sun: Not bad, not bad. Let's see can next contestant, Cardin top this score.
Tai: Cardin eh. I give 2, and that's mostly because of appearance. I don't like you and I don't like your approach. Also get a job, NTR fics are not funny.
Qrow: I give him 3. Being a bad boy is not... bad. You've got guts, but if you wanna ask a girl out just do it, don't act like a brat. Your Bi appeal could do some work. And fuck what everyone says, cucking is positive trait for Harem king.
Tai: Qrow!
Salem: Shush now. I give Winchester boy 3. Such a contrast between appearance and behavior. Knight should not act like that, yet in some regards that makes him more attractive.
Neptune: Cardin takes second place with 8 points.
Sun: Oof, I guess he really peaked in high school.
Cardin: Behind Jauney Boy, aw come on.
Neptune: And now one of the favorites, Cinder Fall.
Tai: 5!
Qrow: She tried to kill you daughter multiple times.
Tai: Sigh... 4. Too many red flags.
Qrow: I give her 5.
Tai: And you gave me shit for rating her 5.
Qrow: Hey, I'm being objective here. Look, I don't like her, but she is smoking hot, she has domineering attitude and can seduce you in five seconds no matter who and what you are.
Mercury: Well, it looks like you are getting your little trophy after all.
Cinder: Of course, did you really think I'd finish behind likes of Arc?
Salem: Oh Cinder, such a deceptive case. On the surface you possess all qualities of true Harem queen. Less informed individual might even think you are worthy successor to my legacy... but you are not.
Mercury: Uh oh.
Cinder: Shut up.
Salem: No true harem queen has a diary beneath her pillow, hoping for a dashing Prince to marry her. No true harem queen hugs aforementioned pillow and pretends its her Prince. No true...
Cinder: Stop, stop, stop.
Salem: My, my, fine then. I give her 2. Have to cut her some slack.
Cinder: 2?!
Mercury: *giggles* You are tied with Jaune now.
Cinder: Are you kidding me?!
Sun: Well, joke or not, that's 11 points.
Neptune: We have a tie for first place now.
Cinder: Mercury! Find the tiebreaker rules.
Mercury: Screw you, this is too funny.
Jaune: We are tied with Cinder.
Nora: I'll check the tiebreaker rules.
Ren: What about Blake?
Nora: What about her? *snorts* It's not like Fearless Leader is ever gonna lose to her.
*five minutes later*
Nora: Stop the count, stop the count!
Jaune: How did she whoop our ass this hard? This makes no sense!
Cinder: Ha ha, you lost!
Cardin: Nice one Jauney Boy.
Jaune: You lost as well!
Cinder: Unlike you I don't care about this stupid competition.
Mercury: Cinder you are literally crying.
Cinder: *sniffles* Shut up.
Jaune: But hold on, how did I lose this?
Blake: Because I'm the true Harem protagonist of this show.
Jaune: That can't be. I have... Pyrrha and.... That can't be.... What about Mantle moms?
Blake: Can you name any of them?
Jaune: Of course I can. Ca...
Blake: Without fanon or headcanons.
Jaune: Shit...
Blake: See, told you.
Jaune: But wait, that just means I don't have a harem. What about you?
Blake: Yang, Ilia, Sun, Adam and probably half a dozen off screen simps. Face it Jaune, I'm a genderbent Kirito with cat ears.
Sun: And with this, Blake Belladonna is crowned as a Harem queen of Remnant.
Blake: Thank you Vacuo, thank you Remnant. I dedicate this victory to all Faunus Remnant wide. For far too long have we been reduced to secondary harem members, mere fetish fuel. But now, we rule, we too can be Harem rulers.
Cinder: Fuck this.
Mercury: Where are you going?
Cinder: I'm in need of alcohol and large huggable pillow.
Ren: There is always the next year Jaune.
Jaune: Screw this, I'm getting a black coat and katana... and a gun.
*later that night*
Yang: Can't believe I'm dating Remnant's Harem queen.
Blake: *giggles* I was always a Harem queen. Did you pick up the money?
Yang: I did. If you knew you were gonna win it, then what was the point of the plan?
Blake: To inflate betting odds in Jaune's favor. That made me a dark horse...
Yang: More like... dark cat.
Blake: Aw you. That made me a dark cat of the competition, which allowed me to win ridiculous amount of money by betting on myself.
Yang: Still, was that money really worth writing 500 Jaune harem fics?
Blake: Of course it was. Besides, I didn't really write them. I just changed the name of the protagonist of my existing harem fics to Jaune.... 500 times.
Yang: So devious.
Blake: Indeed. Now kneel before your Harem queen.
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superblysubpar · 2 years ago
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potentially very silly thought that’s been on my mind for forever so feel free to ignore! but stevie has glasses right? but he never wears them bc he doesn’t like how they look/doesn’t believe he really needs them (spoiler: he does). imagine dad!steve’s little baby comin back from the doctor and needing specs :( and his kid is all sad bc they think they’ll get bullied and that they look silly, but dad!steve puts on his like “see? glasses are cool, bud!” and they wear them together <3
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dad!steve harrington x mom!fem! reader
a How Sweet It Is story
summary: steve's kiddo doesn't want to get glasses | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is
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Spring, 1993:
Steve rubbed at his forehead as he stirred the spaghetti sauce on the stove. Grace had fought him for hours, screaming and crying and throwing toys at him. He knew that all she needed was a nap but she refused, insisted that she wasn’t tired and wailed with a set of lungs that gave her Uncle Eddie a run for their money. He’s used to headaches by now though - too many hits to the head over the years and what felt like a constant squint to see things clearer, toddler tantrums were nothing when it came to the things that caused him headaches. 
But that didn’t mean he wanted her to wake up anytime soon. So when the loud crack of the front door handle hitting the wall pulled him from his thoughts he rushed out of the kitchen, hushing loudly. Whisper-shouting to you and your oldest, “Hey, hey, Grace is finally asleep!”
Nora kicked the wall as she tried to take off her shoes and coat at the same time, a flourish and frenzy of tiny grunts and zippers clicking together. Yellow dots on her sneakers lighting up and the yellow of her rain coat a fast moving blur - yellow was the color, or so he’s been told repeatedly by her in the last two weeks. He looked past his yellow blob of movement to see you slowly following her up the steps, rubbing your temple. 
Oh boy.
Nora was six. Opinionated and strong and curious. Sometimes she shocked them with her big ideas and her logic-searching questions, but every once in a while they were reminded she was in fact, a kid. A tiny human with too big of feelings and not always the right words to describe them. Right now, he’d bet money on some very large feelings bubbling up inside of her, and he just didn’t know if he could handle another tantrum. Her brown curls a mess like she’d run her hands through them too many times (a habit you’ve pointed out she picked up from him before she could walk), her face flushed and her jaw clenched, tiny hands trying to get her coat off too quickly and a furrow between her brows when it wouldn’t cooperate. 
Steve bent down to her level, hands reaching out towards her, "Hey cutie, slow down. Let me help-"
"No! I can do it myself!" tiny hands forming fists and a fury behind her eyes that would be alarming if she wasn't so small and cute. This was another new development - dad yellow is the color of the moment and oh by the way I’m a big girl now. It’s a lot for a dad to wrap his head around. 
Steve raised his hands up in surrender, "Okay, sure."
As you closed the door softly, Steve looked up and mouthed, "What happened?"
You gestured to your eyes, forming glasses with your fingers as you mouthed the word at the same time. 
His brow furrowed because why in the world would she be so upset about glasses? Heart breaking that she’s obviously incredibly worked up about something that isn’t really an argument if she needs them. 
As she flung her coat to the ground and went to stomp around it he snaked his arm around her waist, "Oh no you don't,” she huffed and crossed her arms as he squeezed her waist, “Nora, what's wrong?"
"I don't want them!" she cried out, stomping her foot against his thigh as he stood up holding her.
Steve pushed a stray curl from her forehead, faking obliviousness, "Don't want what? You gotta catch dad up here."
Her chin wobbled as she looked anywhere but at his face and his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. How can she hate glasses so much? She’s six! 
Nora clings to his neck as he goes back to the kitchen, the heat turned down and stirring it once more as they sat in silence, her little huffs of frustration mixing with the bubbling sauce. He’d wait patiently until she wanted to tell him. You followed wordlessly behind, pulling down a cup for water and setting it across from him. Steve’s arm supported under her butt and he leaned against the counter to face you. 
Nora spoke finally, quietly and forced out of her pouting lips, "Glasses."
Steve rubbed her back with one hand, cheek resting on top of her head and sighed. She was way too big to hold like this anymore, and he missed it. 
"Baby, why don't you want glasses, huh? Lots of people wear glasses,” you questioned softly from your spot at the otherside of the counter. 
Nora mumbled into his neck, "Daddy doesn’t like them. People make fun of glasses."
Steve made eye contact with you over the top of her head, swallowing harshly and blinking away tears. A small and sad smile rested on your lips. You leaned your chin into your palm and sighed, raising your eyebrows at him. 
His heart dropped into his stomach as he set her down on the counter and cleared his throat, “I love my glasses, what are you talking about?”
Nora shook her head quickly, curls flying everywhere, a deep breath as crocodile tears fell down her cheeks. Voice wobbly and on the cusp of some big sobs ready to break as she spoke rushed and loudly, “No. No you do-n’t. Mommy, you, y-you told Mommy that…that…” she hiccuped but pushed on, “Losers wear glasses. And, and Jacob…hims said…he…people who wear glasses are weird and, and…”
As Nora kept going Steve clenched his fists against the counter. He’d take back any and every thought he’d had about glasses if he could. He could throw up from the guilt swirling in his stomach, that he was somehow a part of the reason his little girl was so worked up about something she needed. Something so tiny and materialistic. He’d fix this. He had to fix this. 
“Woah, woah, who’s this Jacob kid and what does he know, huh?” He kissed the top of her head, pushing curls from her face that clung to her wet cheeks.
“Jacob, daddy,” she sighed his name out, bored and exasperated like Steve should know while she hiccuped again.
Steve nodded, face serious as he snapped his fingers and you smiled from behind her, “Right, that Jacob. Okay, but babe, Jacob doesn’t know what he's talking about. He doesn't know the super special secret."
Nora's hands swiped at her cheeks, "Secret?"
Nodding he chucked the side of his knuckle under her chin and handed her the glass of water, "Super special secret."
Nora's eyes went wide above the rim of the cup and you bit the inside of your cheek as Steve nodded and leaned in, "Only people who wear glasses get to know the super special secret," he glanced at you, “Oh, and mommy’s.” 
"Tell me," Nora whined, fidgeting and tugging at his shirt.
"Well, the secret is, is that people who wear glasses are super duper crazy awesome. They can see better, like superhero vision,” the small white lies building as her smile grew and he spoke with his hands, “And because they can see better they can read faster and get smarter. They can see so good with their glasses that they can sneak into the kitchen in the dark for late night snacks and-"
You made a disgruntled noise from the back of your throat and shook your head, mouthing the word no, but tried to hide your smile. 
Steve grinned wider at you but Nora frowned, not buying it. Too smart for her own good as she countered, "But, daddy, you don't wear your glasses. And you said lose-"
"You're right, I did say that,” he bit the inside of his cheek and ran his hand through his hair before waving them around, “But that's because I didn't want anyone to know how cool the super special secret is. But now," he leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I can wear mine all the time because I'm not alone! We can be crazy awesome together."
"Really?" Nora looked up at him, wide eyed and hopeful and he had to blink back tears again. 
"Really, really," he brushed the last stray tear slipping down her cheek, "Go grab mine for me and we can head to the store and pick out yours together."
He lifted her and set her down and she raced away. Steve fell forward onto the counter, moaning as he pressed his forehead to the cold tile. 
He listened as you stood, holding his breath until he felt your arms wrapping around his waist. A kiss between his shoulder blades before he spun to face you. 
He pressed his nose into your cheek as you whispered, “Good job, dad.”
He huffed, not unsimilar to his daughter and mumbled, "I hate my glasses."
You hummed, running your hands up his back before speaking, "I love your glasses,” you laughed and kissed his jaw, voice laced with fake shock and wonder, “And why would you hate them? Didn't you hear the super special secret, Steve?"
Moved to your neck, he grumbled, "Ugh, I'm gonna punch that Jacob in the face."
A laugh bubbled out of you as you squeezed his waist, a kiss to his temple as you reminded him, "He's six, Steve."
"Right. Well. Maybe his dad then," he kissed your neck and removed himself as tiny feet raced back down the hall.
"Woah! You're right daddy! I can see crazy awesome!"
He stood up fully to see Nora zooming around the corner with his glasses on her face too big and dangerously close to falling completely off and you covered your smile with your hand.
He swiped the glasses from Nora and slid them up his own nose. Picking her up he smiled and asked, "Should we go pick out yours now?"
Nora nodded excitedly and bounced up and down once her feet were back on the floor, energy radiating off of her as he tied her shoes and zipped her coat. 
When they returned home, she nearly broke his arm, she was tugging so hard, "Mommy! Mommy! Look, look, look!"
You came around the corner holding his sleepy toddler and grinned, "Woah! Yellow! Crazy awesome!"
As he turned to close the door Nora beamed and shouted, "Daddy said the yellow was even more super special because yellow would help me see the cookies waay on the top shelf better."
Steve bit his lip as he spun to face you shaking your head, a smile twitching on your lips. He shrugged and stole Grace out of your arms with a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled, “Yellow is the best color, mom.”
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