#he has one braincell and it is full of rage

[yourlocalfairygothparent]

MK1 Bi-Han gives me the vibes of a silly black cat who constantly bristles, growls and hisses at everything and everyone, including his own reflection

[frogchiro]

Pervy!141 activates my horny braincell perfectly ✨ I bet Pervy!Soap is the worst out of all of them about hiding his pervy nature. Love him but that man has no shame about showing the reader and/or telling the reader how much he wants them 💀👌

I hc Soap with a scent kink, this man is stealing everything including the panties. I love the idea of pervy almost feral Soap so much ✨

Bold of you to assume that Foap even tries to hide his true nature💀 Specifically I'm thinking about 09 Soap :( Neil himself described him as a beast and I haven't been the same since </3

fem!reader, nsfw, 09 soap is a big big pervert, but I have a soft spot for him <3, mentions of possessive behavior, slight breeding kink

09 Soap who has the biggest scent kink; he's huge, heavy body all hairy and has a case of a dad bod in the making :( Strong muscles covered by a layer of fat and thick skin and a jungle of dark hair on his chest, belly and a nice thick happy trail, not to mention he's musky.

It's not that he smells bad or anything but he showers like 3 times a week and he's training day in day out in the sun so he's sweaty, musky and has a strong masculine smell :((

Puts you in a headlock to tease you because he's mean >:( Will laugh at your misery and your whining to 'please let me go captain :(' and will shamelessly thrust against you, try to angle his hips so that his cock is rubbing against your pussy. Since he's all nice and sweaty and musky he will rub his heavy scent all over you, his thick bicep against your neck as he grins and laughs into your ear, growls leaving his mouth as he feels his full achy balls twitch in his boxers which suddenly feel way too small. It's been so long since his balls have been emptied, only his hand to jerk off and recently your panties but they could never compare to the real thing.

With one arm still holding you in that merciless headlock the other one snaked under your shirt and roughly grabs your tit, the soft flesh feels like dough in his big hand and your answering keen when he rubs your nipples is answer enough.

Now Soap's worked up, horny and aggressive; he's been pent up for much too long and his hormones are raging, the need to breed and stuff you full of his fertile sperm is way too much too handle so he does the only logical thing and lifts you up to take you back to his quarters. Sure, he could have taken you then and there and he wouldn't give a shit but just the thought of someone looking at you as he's having his way with you is driving him insane.

You're his and that's final and he'll make sure that soon enough you'll be swollen with the ultimate claim of ownership <3

[bunniekittiee]

Imagine Bi-Han’s S/O and Tomas sharing a strong sibling(in law) bond, they became their other half who enjoyed sharing their one braincell. I just thought it would be funny and that Tomas is fun to get along with.

I can definitely see that! I have written a few headcanons about Bi-Han's s/o and Tomas interacting (like finding the ocelot named Jia), as well as ones with Kuai Liang. I go into their relationship more here, but I am happy to go more in depth with Tomas and Bi-Han's s/o. I just wrote for fem. reader because it was a bit easier that way and I got less tongue-tied, but it can be read from any angle.

Bi-Han's S/O and Tomas' Relationship

Bi-Han's s/o usually keeps him in check when it comes to his brothers, especially Tomas.

She knows that Tomas is mostly targeted by Bi-Han's rage, especially for no reason. So, she does her best to keep Bi-Han's comments to a minimum.

Tomas always shrugs Bi-Han's rude comments off, but he is happy to know that someone else cares and wants to change it.

Kuai Liang steps in, but he definitely does not do it as often.

Only when Bi-Han is being extremely cruel.

Tomas is the brother that is absolutely down to go out and anywhere of her choice. He is just happy to be out and get a break from the Arctika.

He knows that it is their home, but it is never wrong to get a break every once in a while, right?

They tend to go out as often as possible, and sometimes Kuai Liang will join! It just depends, he is a bit of a homebody.

Tomas takes her out to Madame Bo's often and they definitely get special treatment.

Liu Kang's champions were not informed that Bi-Han had married, so they assumed she was Tomas' s/o.

Tomas did get a little embarrassed and had to tell them that she was Bi-Han's wife. And Johnny was in complete shock.

How could anyone marry the Ice King? (hehe)

Sometimes they will get mistaken for being a couple when they are out somewhere, but they learned to just ignore it.

They don't tell Bi-Han just in case he does get angry and puts a stop to their outings.

But Bi-Han trusts Tomas and his s/o, and he knows that his wife deserves a break from the Arctika. It can be endearing sometimes, and he understands this.

However, he knows how stupid they can be, and that's what can worry him a bit.

One time, Tomas had accidentally told a lady congratulations on being pregnant when she wasn't, and he was nearly skinned alive.

Y/N thought it was absolutely hilarious as Tomas was berated and they both had to run in the alley way in order to escape the angry woman.

They both still laugh about it to this day.

"I would have made the same mistake! I really thought she was." She had told Tomas, so he felt less bad.

Tomas does like the chisme, so if Bi-Han's s/o has any info about the champions or people they know, he wants to hear about it.

There have been many late-night tea times when Bi-Han was swamped with work, and they have both stayed up late talking about other people.

Kuai Liang is not a big chismoso like Tomas, but sometimes he will join.

Tomas is down for spa days, and they will both do face care and meditate together.

When dealing with Bi-Han, it is definitely needed.

Tomas has painted her toes before, and he slathered them with nail polish.

It was like a bad art project, and it made a horrific mess.

Her and Tomas both have a habit of finding random animals, more so after they found Jia. Some of them they take in, others they can't because Bi-Han won't allow it.

An ocelot you can tame, but a bear?! He thought they were absolutely out of their minds.

They came across a baby cow one time, and Tomas was run over by its mother.

Bi-Han's s/o was worried about him, but she did fall over laughing after he got up and looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Her udders were in my face!"

That did not help her laughter.

One time, a cockroach scurried near them, and they were both sent into a screaming mess.

Tomas was full on screaming like a girl. Bi-Han was pissed at first until he saw what it was.

Because they interrupted his work, he left them there to wail about the cockroach that was nearing them.

Kuai Liang had to set it free outside for them to calm down.

Bi-Han did not get laid that night.

[lemotmo]

They got an ask about Buck/Eddie being written like Hen/Chimney. Because of course 🙄

A. Good evening anon, my week has been pretty decent, thank you. I hope yours was as well. Buck/Eddie are not written or played remotely similarly to Hen/Chimney. Their dynamics are purposely different. I don't know if you belong to the group of viewers whose knowledge of the show only consists of 6 episodes from season 7, but based on your ask, I'm going to assume that you are. But even if your knowledge is relegated to season 7 exclusively you should still be able to see the difference. Hen and Chimney are your textbook besties for life. They support each other. They cry with and cheer for one another. And sometimes even share one braincell. But they have always been shown to have lives separate from one another and their friendship (that's part of the show history you're deliberately avoiding). I believe Chimney has had one scene with Denny (Hen and Karen's son) throughout the entirety of the show's run. Buck and Christopher's relationship is its own unit within the show. They have episodes and arcs devoted to the two of them (that pesky show history again, sorry). Buck is not written as his sudo uncle. He's not written as his dad's best friend who occasionally babysits. He is a coparent. Eddie and Buck had one episode, Eddie's first episode, and it wasn't even the full episode, where they weren't written as immediately living in the pocket of each other. The show made a point of developing Hen and Chimney outside of their friendship. The show has deliberately chosen not to do that with Buck and Eddie. It's a season after season writing choice. It's why Kenny, Aisha, and Tim can all easily use the word friendship to describe Hen/Chimney. It's also why Oliver, Ryan and Tim cannot use the word friendship to describe Buck and Eddie. It's why in interview after interview they all struggle to describe it. The word friendship does not feel right or remotely strong enough to describe their relationship. And they all know it (again, it's that lousy show history).

It's okay to say you don't want Eddie to be canonically queer because you know what that means for Tommy. That's okay. You're allowed to hate it solely for what it means to that character. We all hate something that is canon. I hate several canon things. I won't tell you all of them, but I will share one that seems minor to a lot of people, but fills me with rage. When the show had Buck tell Eddie that he thinks Natalia 'sees' him I wanted to burn the studio to the ground. Evan Buckley looked Eddie Diaz in the face and actually said out loud that someone he just met is the person who makes him feel seen (even typing the words out made my face hot). Eddie Diaz who knows Evan Buckley better than anyone else in the world had to listen to those words be said about someone else. I hate it. I hate it so much that any time anyone mentions that scene around me all my friends groan because they know I'm about to go on a rant. I don't pretend I hate it for any other reason except it made me upset on Eddie's behalf. That's it. To me it felt wrong, wildly out of place, especially considering Buck had known her all of 5 minutes, and I thought it was stupid. That's it. I don't try to convince everyone that my feelings towards that scene are about some greater morality point. I hate it because I hate it. And that's all that matters. I don't know who told you all that you're not allowed to not want Eddie to be canonically queer because you know they'll put him with Buck. That's the reason you don't want it. Say it. You can. No one will judge you for you saying that. People are judging you because you're pretending it's all this other greater good for television bullshit. It's not. It's not because television needs a straight/queer bestie combo, those are everywhere, including 911, hello Hen and Chimney. It's not because television needs a straight man who's not afraid of his emotions. It's not because putting them in a relationship would ruin one of the best platonic relationships on television. It's none of those things. It's because he would be with Buck. Period. Just own it. It's fine.

The only problem with admitting it means you're also admitting that once his arc with Buck is complete there is no purpose for Tommy. That's why you don't want to admit it. You guys have spent the entire hiatus letting people convince you that he's becoming an integral part of the show. That he's going to have storylines and episodes devoted to him and his past. He's not. Even if they keep him around as a boyfriend for a bit he will still just exist on the fringes of the show. He will never be important as a stand alone character. The show has given zero indication that he is anything more than a plot point. They just haven't. And maybe you all are correct, and Tim has spent the downtime thinking of ways to make him more permanent. But that is very unlikely. Everything we've seen so far, including the decision to release that deleted clip, seems to indicate he has a very particular story purpose, and once they've told that particular part of the story, his services will no longer be required. You can hate it. You have absolutely every right to hate it. It doesn't matter if I, or anyone else, ever understands why you hate it. You can hate it. But it won't make it less true. It will just be part of the canon that you hate. And that's okay.

Okay, I wouldn't know what to add to this to be honest. Every single thing that has been on my mind for some time now is right there, in the answer above. The only difference is that the OP managed to summarise all of it in a few paragraphs. It would probably have taken me hours and pages of text to say what they just said in their answer.

I just want to add on thing. It's true, we all have canon parts of the show that we hate. Mine is the lawsuit arc. I can't watch it anymore. I can't even read fics that deal with the lawsuit. That is how much I hate it. I hated how they made Buck sue the Fire Department and how they made him tell that lawyer all about his friends' private lives. I absolutely detest it, because it made me dislike Buck during that time. And I've always loved Buck, even season 1 Buck. I eventually got over it and forgave Buck around the same time Eddie did. I will always hate that arc, but I also realise that it happened and that it will forever be a part of Buck's character arc.

This will be part of the canon that I hate. And that's okay. It won't make me love the show any less, but it will always be there.

What are the canon parts of the show that you hate(d)?

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[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

pancetta looks like they're about to eat their own title card

(I don't know what the letters are made of, but Pancetta would definitely destroy it if given the chance

He has one braincell, and it is full of rage, so he must RIP AND TEAR AND MAIM!!!

[akkivee]

i care very much about stage mtc lol:

alan-san is very pretty lol like i wish i could say he’s the prettiest samatoki but that’s also a judgement based on the assumption that samatoki has given us anything under an 11 LOL

but he’s still a gorgeous samatoki lol

asanuma-san is a god tier seiyuu so anyone having to embody samatoki i doubt can capture what asanuma-san does with samatoki’s voice but alan-san’s take isn’t bad i don’t think!!!!!

like when he raps aggressively, it’s really cool lol

stage samatoki is like, the most emotional sad boy samatoki we’ve gotten and alan-san’s face sure does give it just that man just looks so sad sometimes lol

this is less to do with his samatoki and more of himself lol, but during a separate event unaffiliated with hypstage but featured a handful of them, he challenged akira-san to a video game on the basis that because both their names start with the letter 🅰️, they gotta throw down because there can only be one Ace in town and that was so funny he’s a goober lmao

asanuma-san made a very similar joke the year prior to that event and that’s how i know he shared the samatoki braincell LOL

throwback to the samatoki cross talk where he and asanuma-san had to guess what’s samatoki’s default pose on the official website. asanuma-san got it right but alan-san didn’t and upon getting it wrong, he attempted to run out from the venue LOL

mi…………….. mizue kenta sir 🥺🥺🥺

he’s slain many a human with that face of his and i’m not strong enough to fight it either lmao

juto used to have a modicum of coolness in the beginning and has been nerfed significantly over the years lmao but mizue-san’s juto is an old relic from those times lol

like it’s so funny to me both komada-san and mizue-san used to voice juto on a higher register but eventually deepened his voice as their perception of the character changed lol

mizue-san is legendary at video games and i’m not saying juto’s gamer status came from him but—

speaking of arb lol y’all know that one horn-knee bait juto card with the handcuffs????? mizue-san’s juto said hold my beer and showed the true hornee juto bait lol

like what do you mean he gets TWO solos where he tramples on and seduces men?????????????

there’s a scene at the end of track 4 where once that conflict had been resolved, juto quietly walked up beside samatoki, who was brooding to himself, and expressed an ice cold rage towards samatoki for leaving his team behind in that conflict that has stayed with me lol it’s probably the mtc moment i think about most

besides the rep live skit where samatoki gets falsely arrested but wants to stay arrested because rio wants to feed him so juto’s running back and forth confusedly trying to extend samatoki’s sentence LOL

RIO MY MAN IS SUCH A CHARACTER IN THE STAGE LOL

canon rio’s stoicism is surface level actually like stage rio is more along the lines of stern with a very heavy side helping of silly and i like to that it’s the version of rio canon rio thinks he is lol

that doesn’t mean stage rio isn’t cool tho like his rap game is no joke 😭👌

that part in bop2023 where they do a solos relay and as rio’s solo transitions to juto’s he goes, ‘juto, rock that shit’ and i lose my shit tbh LOL especially when you see that pleased smile on juto’s face pls!!!!!

byrnes-san is the brand of wasian that’s good at english and i enjoyed reading reports of rio’s english lessons during mtc’s rep live

and then to come back later in bop2023 hyping the crowd up with english their japanese audience didn’t understand so he scolded them for not studying it came full circle i want to cry—

[writingsofwesteros]

pack nanny

Ned's nerves are frayed so thin you wouldn't believe. Ned works as a prosecutor and he's had a hard day at work. It's that Greyjoy gang wreaking havoc in the city yet again. Eddard and the Mayor Bob Baratheon have their hands full with Greyjoy shit. Just the usual: drug dealing, illegal whorehouses, asassinations...

On top of that, Catelyn has been nagging Ned lately about how he doesn't spend enough time with family.

Thing is, he does. Just not when Catelyn is around, and that's the problem, really. He's spending a lot of time wth the children. Noticing how the Nanny takes such a good care of them. How she hugs them when they cry. How she kisses better every scratch and bruise. It's been driving him FUCKING NUTS.

Just two days ago, he has caught the Nanny making out with the Greyjoy brat behind his garage. He grabbed the rascal by the ear and dragged him off of his premises, then gave the Manny a stern talking to, all the while ignoring the tightness in his pants. It's only by the desperate effort of his last two braincells that weren't completely addled by testosterone, that he's resisted taking her then and there against the back door of his garage and marking her as his.

So this night, when he comes back from the courthouse, he notices three things. One: Catelyn isn't home. She's told him she'll be working late tonight (she's a creative director for a clothig brand and they're about to release a new collection, so she's been busy). Two: the children are fast asleep in their beds. Three: the Nanny isn't around. But she wouldn't leave the children unsupervised, she has to be somewhere in the house.

Ned stalks upstairs silently, wondering what is going on... He hears it, a quiet breathig, no, it's... panting. And then a moan. He feels his cock harden at the sound. Damn it all to hell.

She is in his bedroom. Again. After he's specifically forbidden her to enter there. He approaches and looks through the crack in the door.

The sight he's met with makes his blood boil.

Nanny is lying on his bed, her shirt and bra discarded, her skirt hiked up. She is writhing sensually and panting, tweaking her nipple with one hand, while her other hand is...

...between her legs, her fingers burried deep in her drenched, glistening cunt. The SOUNDS she's making are obscene. He can almost feel the heavenly, salty SMELL of her arousal. Her eyes are closed, she seems completely unaware of her surroundings. How unprofessional, he thinks, what if something happened to the kids?! But the thought is just a fleeting wisp quickly blown away by his raging desire. She's mewling, uttering some incoherent littany.

"Yes, oh, yes... like that..." she moans, "...just like that, I'll be good, I'll be your good girl, I promise... Please, oh... oh shit! Yes! Ned! YES! Mr Stark, right there, please..."

Has he misheard? Is she calling his, Ned's, name? The last thread of his self control snaps. He is already unbuttoning his shirt when he bangs the bedroom door open and marches towards the bed. He discards his shirt and starts working on his trousers, towering over her with menace on his face.

The nanny halts all of her movements and blinks. She's visibly shaken and frightened.

"Mr Stark, I... I'm sorry, I wasn't..." Words get stuck in her throat.

"You're out of control, Nanny," he states, matter-of-factly, though the horny rasp in his voice belies his meaning. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" he asks, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them to the corner. "Theft. Loitering with the bad seed of this town, indecent exposure at work, public misconduct ON MY BACKYARD no less..." he ennumerates her sins, "and now THIS!" He crosses his arms waiting, hoping to hear her pleading.

Sure enough, she starts sobbing.

"Please, Mr Stark, Sir, don't kick me out. I need this job, else I'll end up on the streets." Tears are streaming down her cheeks and Ned's heart almost bursts. "Please, I beg you! Don't you fire me!"

She pleads with him so sweetly, how could he refuse her? He slowly takes off his briefs and his fat, hard cock springs free. Was it his imagination, or did the Nanny just lick her lips at the sight?

"Fire you?" he asks, bemused. "On the contrary, you're being promoted," he declares, as he kneels on the bed and crawls over the nanny, taking in her surprised expression and the slight tremor of her beautiful body.

"In addition to my children," he says, looking down at her, his face just centimetres from hers, "from now on you'll be taking care of THIS," he gives his sentence, as he pushes his cock into her slick, tight, virgin pussy.

(Ned Stark is my bane.)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOT HOT HOT!!!!!! DROOL WORTHY !

NSFW GIF

He's lost all control now and we love it !!

[rainbowchaox]

so I see you are also very excited about the new skin :)

SO i have come to ask your thoughts on it. Do you think he has a scar there now? like the one people have been adding to villain arc fanart as a result of Gem killing him?

(pls take this as an excuse to ramble all of your ideas and thoughts and opinions on it cuz i'd love to hear it <3)

Okay how I see it!

Jimmy does have a scar there on his chest. It’s still ugly and red (my headcanon that only certain deaths in Minecraft stick with characters until they get over whatever caused it)

So Jimmy is so full of rage and resentment that he can’t go back to being unscarred. Hence why it’s still there and ugly and red.

I honestly think as much I enjoy a good eye candy that the reason it’s open like that is

A) Gem ruined his only clothes and so he has to wear scraps

B) Mental Health Crisis that he stops giving a fuck

C) Something exploded or caught on fire that ruined his clothes when he starts being villain.

D) He truly decided to be attractive cause maybe they take him seriously.

His eyes are red so I have a theory that he is magically corrupted someway because last season red things was involved with a demon. Anyways I think someone possibly Gem ruined his clothes and he is so angry he hasn’t stopped to change.

I would have you pay attention to his hands which look different shades in certain areas which brings to mind him punching walls until they are bloody and bruised in anger.

I also feel that character Jimmy knows he is now buff and it’s a way too show he is a actual threat. (I have more thoughts coming up about how this pertains to ranchers because moi is rancher trash but I have to collect my few braincells lol)

[uwuthrad]

I feel like the biggest thing preventing me from actually committing to joining the Stormcloaks in-game is that the imperial side just has all the objectively better jarls:

- Imperial-Whiterun gets to keep Jarl Balgruuf, who’s a bro and also gave me a sexual awakening when I was young, so can’t do that to him. His replacement would be Vignar Gray-Mane, who’s an old dude that just sorta hangs out in Jorrvaskr instead of... his house? anywhere else? go get yourself some sun, man - and also he just gives me the willies.

- Imperial-Falkreath keeps Siddgeir, who’s admittedly a useless git, but who has a terrifyingly efficient steward I really wish I could marry. Stormcloak-Falkreath gets Dengeir back, and while he seems marginally less despicable than his nephew, he’s also so fucking paranoid he sees conspiracies everywhere, which uh. Does not fill me with confidence for the future of the people in his care.

- Imperial-Markarth keeps Igmund (who?) whereas Stormcloak-Markarth gets Thongvor Silver-Blood (brother to the guy who threw you in prison for asking too many questions. Never forget, Justice4Eltrys). I’d argue that Igmund at least keeps the Silver-Bloods from entirely taking over the Reach, but literally who gives a shit. Markarth is a death trap full of daedric princes, cannibals, and absolutely no handrails whatsoever. Let it burn for all I care.

- Imperial-Morthal has Idgrod Raven-Crone, and I’m sorry but queen shit, don’t even care what qualities the other guy might have. (I looked it up and it’s some miner lady from Stonehills, so really did they just grab the first person they saw? A travesty.) There’s no universe in which deposing Granny Idgrod is right, not taking any arguments, next.

- Stormcloak-Dawnstar has Skald the Elder, which, eww? Who the fuck put that slimy pig in charge? Imperial-Dawnstar replaces him with Brina Merilis, who actually seems to be in possession of common sense. Love that for her.

- Stormcloak-Riften has Laila Law-Giver, who has three braincells going at any given moment and all of them are fighting for who gets to be first. Literally everyone is playing her and she doesn’t notice. Imperial-Riften replaces her with Maven Black-Briar, who’s admittedly the leader of a crime syndicate and just a bit of a dick besides, but she was tugging the strings of the old Jarl anyway, so really, what difference does it make? Also it’s Riften. Love the city, but if it found someone incorruptible it would get a mental breakdown.

- Stormcloak-Winterhold has Korir, whose guts you’re going to hate if you’re a mage, which sucks, because the mages’ college is quite literally the only reason to lug it up there. He’s a bigot who’s blatantly raising his kid to be a racist little prick, and somehow he thinks rolling up to the other Jarls with a bigass helmet from his paw-paw will make the other jarls think he’s hot shit again. Imperial-Winterhold gets Kraldar, who is a) not a raging asshole and b) willing to hear other perspectives out, which gives me hope that someone might one day think to ask the college if one of their mages couldn’t pop down to check on the structural integrity of the stables.

- Stormcloak-Windhelm gets Ulfric, and like I love you man, you’ve got some good points, but you suck as an administrator (the slums? the argonians outside the city? the bloody serial killer???). Imperial-Eastmarch gets Brunwulf Free-Winter, who re: rare gift of common sense and a modicum of empathy for other people’s suffering. The bar is. so. low.

- I will give the Stormcloaks points for Solitude even though Elisif stays no matter what, because if they take the city I at least can harbor hope someone is going to give this girl some lessons in good government, because uhhh Elisif you’re very pretty and I’d like to touch your hair, but, honey, no.

 tl;dr: you will take my granny and my dilf from my cold, dead hands

[gwynbleiddyn]

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[alchemistc]

You can find part one of this headcanon that I should really just fic at this point (but won't because that's a commitment I will 100% abandon 120k words in when there's still 10 more chapters to go) here.

Have some more "Eddie befriends a concussed Steve after season 2 headcanons-that-are-basically-fic-at-this-point"

Steve gives himself two blissful weeks of Eddie Time before he starts his job hunt, and Eddie pouts about it like the world is coming to an end. Offers to pay for Steve's gas and insurance himself because he really, really enjoys the bubble they've built themselves full of kissing and fucking and talking until six in the morning about nothing and everything and Eddie is only marginally more well-adjusted than Steve is about Love.

"Sure, yeah, my dad throws a fit because I don't get into college, and you think he'll react to 'hey in the same vein, I'm also a raging homo and my drug dealer boyfriend wants me to be his kept man' with anything but violence."

Eddie rants about capitalist greed while Steve gathers applications from shops in the mall, glares at the Sam Goody sign going up and doesn't shut up about how fucking stupid he thinks the mall is the entire drive home, but he changes his tune the first time Steve tries on his uniform. Then immediately rethinks that idea because "Steven, I will pay you to quit right now and keep the uniform, no one else is allowed to see this much thigh on display on the daily, these are my slutty thighs."

Robin nearly quits the first time Scoops has a staff meeting and she finds Steve Harrington lounging in the backroom in the stupid fucking outfit they all have to wear. Begs not to be put on shift with him and then isn't super surprised when she checks the schedule and nearly all of the shifts with Buckley listed have Harrington right next to them, because absolutely fuck her life.

He's kind of a fucking dweeb, if she's being honest, and way less of a flirt than she remembers him being, and every time he strikes out with a pretty girl (because of fucking course she notices exactly how cute they all are) he doesn't actually seem all that put out about it and sort of laughs at her little You Suck marks like there's a joke she's just not in on, which is categorically unfair.

And - he's weird, actually, the more she thinks about it, because sometimes Robin will go on a tangent about a band she's into who just put out a shit album, and Steve will nod along like he knows a thing or two about the band in question (but he can't because this particular bands music is super fucking queer and they're not popular, certainly not in goddamn Hawkins), or she'll start in on one of the popular girls from school once the girl leaves the shop and Steve will tell Robin fucking secrets about all the dumb shit his old crew used to get up to and he'll whisper all the embarrassing stories he has about them like she's a good buddy and he's always secretly wanted to gossip about those dickheads.

And, like, the one thing they do actually have in common is their attraction to girls, not that she's ever telling him that, only - only once, some dude from the jazzercise class came in and Robin is seventy-three percent sure she caught Steve checking out the guys ass when he left, which - no way. Right? He'd just zoned out, or something.

As it turns out she actually kind of enjoys being around Steve, who seems to have a few working braincells beneath all that hair and is surprisingly funny when he's not thinking too hard about it and hangs out with the weirdest people, like - Robin could have tossed the names of the entire population of Hawkins into a bowl and pulled out names at random and still wouldn't have chosen a weirder group of people for The Hair Harrington.

She can't decide if the more inexplicable is the revolving door of children who come to visit him nearly daily and often charm a free cone or a sneak through the backdoor to the theater - or the trio of metalheads here nearly as often. Eddie Munson buys them all cups of ice cream and then they sit in the corner booth menacing terrified suburban moms and hounding Steve until his break and then Steve saunters over with a dopey little grin on his face and argues with Gareth E for five full minutes about something that makes Munson boom in laughter.

And - okay, so Robin is firmly in the closet where she's safe and so is everyone else queer in Hawkins but Munson's never actually denied all the snide comments that get tossed his way and you can't ever assume but like - he doesn't exactly hide the way he ogles Steve Harrington in his stupid uniform and Steve - notices? She thinks he notices. He'd have to be an idiot not to notice, she thinks, but then - well, he's definitely an idiot because sometimes when he gets up at the end of his break Munson shoots a pining look his way and gets an elbow in the ribs from Jeff or Gareth and Robin is actually like a little desperate to know how the hell that particular dynamic was struck up but there's no way she's letting Harrington know he intrigues her.

Eddie learns about the You Rule You Suck board and has a minor freak out about it while pacing a hole into Jeff's bedroom carpet because "He's bi, Jeff, and Buckley's totally his fucking type, they spend literally all day together, Jeff, he's going to leave me for a band nerd, Jeff." and Jeff has to remind Eddie that Steve is ass over tits in love with Eddie and spends every moment not at his literal job either carting around his merry band of kiddos or with Eddie.

Eddie demands secrecy from Jeff about the freakout and Jeff crosses the fingers of one hand behind his back as he runs his fingers over his lips like a zipper, so the moment Eddie leaves, Jeff calls Steve to give him the scoop, and maybe Steve lays it on a little extra thick and does some stupidly romantic shit but it's not like that's far out of his wheelhouse, he romances the fuck out of Eddie whenever he can and Eddie totally knows Jeff spilled his secrets but actually this is sort of okay too.

Eddie picks Henderson up the day he gets back from camp, drives him over to the mall and gets caught by Buckley making cow eyes at Steve when Steve and Henderson get to the lightsaber part of their little handshake.

And. Okay. Sure, Eddie's always kinda figured there was more to the story behind Steve's journey into Being A Better Person but he didn't expect the Russians.

So, when it all goes to hell in a hand basket Eddie's tucked in the backroom of Scoops with the rest of them listening to a Russian recording and handing a coin off to Steve so he can listen to the sound of the Indiana Flyer and -

Fucking. Russians?

And then they're sneaking into a secret base because they got trapped in a secret elevator, and they're sneaking through an underground lab and the Russians are boring a hole into the inside of the world and "Babe, we don't really have time for Twenty Questions when RUSSIANS ARE CHASING US but I promise I'll tell you all about it if I make it outta here alive." and it's the sort of ridiculous bullshit he'd throw into a campaign if the players were really pissing him off so of course, of course they get separated, and Eddie nearly bites Dustin's head off trying to figure out how they're gonna fucking save Steve and Robin.

Steve goads the torture guy into fucking him up so he lays off Robin and Robin is high as shit but like, she knows, okay, she knows what he did for her and that's.

"Have you ever been in love?" Robin asks later, after she's already sort of laid her heart out hoping he won't stomp on it and Steve doesn't hesitate.

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler," and he mimes a gunshot to the heart, makes the sound effect because even though he's found something different and heartstoppingly epic, sometimes that still stings. "And-" but Robin's scoffing and calling Nancy a priss so Steve gets sidetracked from telling Robin he's head over fucking heels for Eddie goddamn Munson. For a second, anyway.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Because - because the sun shines out of Eddie Munson's ass and Eddie looks at him like Steve hung the moon and the stars and because somewhere along his journey of self discovery he realized how very much he wanted to love and be loved in return and that Nancy probably was never gonna be the person to share that with him the way he wanted, and damn the world and his parents and his former shitty friends for thinking there's anything wrong with that but also - shit, he likes Robin, thinks she's great, thinks maybe if things were different he'd probably be harboring a terrible fucking crush on her but that doesn't mean she's gonna want to stick around once she finds out he's already planning out the rest of his life with the metalhead she barely tolerates hanging out in the store until closing time three nights a week.

So he tells her about this person he's super into and how weird and cool and so not the type of person he would have gone for in high school they are, and she goes quiet, and he slides under the stall and settles his weight across from her and she's looking at him like she's terrified and - yeah, okay, yep, this fucking sucks. Anyone else who already knows had learned how to not be shitheads about it from Eddie long before Steve had his revelation, or they'd never been the type of people to judge that kind of thing anyway and - and he'd told Gareth that Eddie was worth the hassle and he is but this sucks.

And.

And then she's telling him about how she'd hated him because Tammy Thompson was obsessed with him and - and it takes more time than he's proud of for everything to sort of click in his head but he's got at least a few broken ribs and he's pretty sure that stinging feeling in the side of his skull is gonna amount to another fucking concussion so at least he's got a hookup for good weed - "But Tammy Thompson's a girl," comes out of his mouth anyway and he blinks half a second later because - holy shit. Holy shit.

Because if she - and he - and Steve laughs and calls Tammy Thompson a muppet but then he's laughing harder and pointing to himself and saying "Listen, okay listen, Eddie - Eddie Munson, yeah, I didn't say it earlier because - I didn't mean you, Buckley, I meant Eddie."

And - he'd called Eddie babe and Robin hadn't really noticed it at the time because, like, running away from Russians but - god she's been an idiot because if she'd paid a lick of attention she probably could have put two and two together, like Steve eying the lines on the You Suck board with a secret smile and Steve leaping over the counter like a showoff every time he took his break with Eddie right there across the way, like Eddie leaning across the counter and pressing a finger against the skin and hair on display above the line of Steve's uniform shirt , like Steve blowing off a cute girl to lean across the counter and call Eddie a nerd wasn't the gayest shit imaginable.

And then Eddie and Dustin and Erica are pushing through the bathroom door and Robin is cackling and the comedown from Russian truth drugs is gonna suck but maybe Eddie will smoke them both up if they survive the rest of the night.

---

Eddie doesn't call him out on attempting vehicular manslaughter because he'd seen how fucking long it took Steve to actually recover from the last go 'round with Billy Hargrove, and when the dust settles and they're all sort of reeling because - because Hopper was like a superhero, alright, and they've got an actual superhero in their midst but Hopper-

Eddie and Robin sit across from each other on the end of Steve's bed and Steve drinks his water and tries not to whine too much about the fact that Eddie is taking Robin at her word that they should at least make sure he's not gonna die of a brain bleed before they get him high and then they're laughing about the fact that Eddie was fully fucking convinced Robin was gonna steal Steve out from under his nose and it's - they wake him up once an hour as soon as he starts to nap and Steve's pretty sure they're just gossiping about Steve half the time but he doesn't mind that much.

Because Robin's, like, the best, the best person and the best friend and just the best thing, and she's gonna hate it so much that Steve trusts her because she's going to hear so many truly horrible things about how stupid in love with Eddie Munson Steve is but it's important to Steve that Eddie and Robin give a shit about one another and if they've gotta bond over his ability to injure the shit out of himself any time he's given the chance then he'll nurse his bruised ribs and grin dopily every time Eddie leans over to place a fresh pack of frozen peas on his eye.

---

Robin isn't sure she's ready for anyone else to know and Steve gets that, he totally does, because the few minutes he'd thought she'd judge him for the person he's given his whole heart to were the worst minutes of his life. Gareth clocks her in about two days anyway, keeps it to himself until he can't stand the awkward silences every time Robin and Steve get handsy and they realize it and leap away from one another but it's the same kind of handsy Eddie gets with the band when he's feeling a little lonely and he knows he can trust them to not be total fucking dickheads about it.

"How is it that the only totally hetero one is the only one with a fucking gaydar?" Jeff asks and - okay, so the thing is maybe watching Eddie and Steve fall in love made him realize a few things and he's - well, Hawkins is small and close minded and until Steve he hadn't realized that liking both was a thing you could do.

At the end of the summer Steve arranges a trip up to Indy and Robin has to make up a ridiculous lie to her parents about a camping trip with a few of the band kids because there's zero fucking way they're letting her go up to the city with four fucking dudes but she pulls it off and only has like, two freak outs about being in a club full of women who are also into women.

Babyfaced Gareth is a hit and Jeff definitely maybe makes out with a dude in the alley when he steps out for a cigarette and Steve makes Eddie dance with him until Eddie complains his toes are bleeding and it's actually kind of a perfect night, a perfect trip, a perfect way to end the summer.

Steve and Eddie take turns driving Robin to school in the mornings and Robin couldn't explain to a single soul how they've become the most important people she's ever had in her corner but the thing is she doesn't really have to, because that noise is for people who haven't seen Russians try to jumpstart the apocalypse, haven't been administered torture drugs by horror-movie looking 'doctors', haven't gotten their asses handed to them to protect one another.

By mid November Steve calls a meeting of Gareth and the Gays because Robin's crushing hard on a redhead from band and as previously established only one of them has a working gaydar. Gareth takes all of thirty seconds watching Robin and Vickie interact before he's giving her a thumbs up from across the gym.

---

Gareth fucking hates how catchy Gareth and the Gays is.

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Tumblr has been eating messages and requests lately so the lovely @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent in a request to my inbox and I figured I'd still put it in a request form so they can get the notification when it comes out!

The request is for an OC!Henderson!Reader (only OC because making the character a biologically sibling of a character implies assigned race/ethnicity and Dustin is white) x Billy Hargrove. Kind of enemies to lovers where he starts off kind of skeptical of her but eventually comes around and they become like The Couple of the Hawkins group.

I pray this is good.

If you asked anyone in the group of misfits that I watch over, 'who's the leader', they wouldn't hesitate to say that it's Steve. Steve has been the staple babysitter for the longest time, taking care of my younger brother Dustin and his friends, for almost three years. He's a good role model, especially since he dropped his douchebag attitude and developed a personality.

I mean, I think that anyone would improve upon themselves and gain a few braincells back after dropping Carol and Tommy as friends, let's be honest.

He was just a solid dude with a good head on his shoulders and after all of the near death experiences and weird multi-dimensional demons we've fought, they couldn't have asked for a better role model.

Except for me.

Steve was deemed the team mom for the longest time and has even started to develop some maternal instincts; putting himself on the line for the safety of the kiddos, giving the unwarranted advice, not totally understanding the term TMI, and he's annoyed by them a perfect amount for him to be deemed 'mom'.

And yeah, he might be the mom of the group, but I'm the daddy.

Every single thing that mine and Dustin's dad missed out on, I was there for those kids. I was the dad who went and got the milk and actually came home. I was, for them, what I needed from such a young age and it's ended up mending that empty space in Dustin's heart that he's felt every day that he's grown up without a dad.

But every birthday, I was there, every school project and Hellfire campaign, I was prepared to help them get ready, every frustrated tear, every world ending catastrophe- all you could see was me. A second parent to all of them, an older sister- anything they needed, they could find in me.

But somewhere between the mind flayer and Vecna, I got a bit lost.

Maybe not lost but distracted to say the least.

I've always hated people who use a position of power to inflict pain upon other people. You see a lot these days in men, especially my age, getting ahead of themselves and becoming way too full of themselves. Science would tell you that they're just wired differently, that men have this ego thing and it typically relates back to being treated poorly by one of their parents.

It's ironic how the same types of abuse occurs in females, yet, most of the time, we're not raging psychopaths. Most of the time.

The first time I saw Billy Hargrove becoming a bit too snippy with Max, I watched and waited for something to happen- something big enough to give me a reason to intervene. It's not like I had been waiting to punch him across his silly, stupid, handsome face, or anything.

Except I totally had been waiting for that exact opportunity.

And boy, oh boy, did I get it.

I watch from the steps of the arcade as Billy storms around the other side of the car to glare down at Max, a menacing smile on his lips as he mutters quiet words to her. The red head looks tense, her eyes looking anywhere but his as he quietly chastises her, his fists clenching at his sides and she goes to finally open her mouth in words of rebuttal.

I know how this goes, the anger and the frustration, he was bound to snap sooner or later with Max being out and about so much with me and the others. I could only imagine the back talk that he was getting from his dad every time that Max was out a little too late and, though Max didn't see it, I saw that every time she slipped up, Billy was the one getting punished for it.

But somewhere between Billy cornering her against the car and practically spitting in her face, Max finally has enough and steps away from Billy, pushing him a bit with her shoulder. I can tell by the look in his eyes that it would not fly well and he almost immediately reaches forwards with unrelenting speed, wrapping his fingers tightly around her wrist and he tugs her back towards him.

I'm on my feet in a moments notice, marching over towards them as Max catches me out of the corner of her eyes, urging me not to get involved but there isn't a care in the world. He would not get away with being so cruel to her and he wouldn't dare lay a finger on me.

My hands push him roughly away from Max, his eyes slitting and his lips part to argue but he doesn't get a second to speak before my hand is slapping him across his face. He groans loudly at the sting, immediately reaching up to coddle his sore cheek as I tug Max into my side.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He spits, the red mark on his cheek only making me grin as I rub up and down Max's trembling back.

"Not your bitch and neither is she."

All it took was for his fingers to wrap around the pale girls wrist, tugging her towards him to spit some awful words in his face and I was pushing him away from her, slapping a hand right across his face. He was stunned for a few moments, gawking at me with wide eyes, a smirk too, before muttering out a 'who's this?' to Max moments later.

I explained that I had recently taken her under my wing and that obviously no one was looking out for her or her safety. He was almost annoyed at first, eyes looking me up and down, almost trying to figure me out as if I had an ulterior motive.

But he learned eventually that there were no ulterior motives, I slapped him because he was being a dick and I hung out with Max because she needed someone to look out for her and care for her.

Which, apparently, I would end up doing for both of them months down the line.

Billy and I, at first, were in no means friends. We weren't amicable, we didn't like each other or have any common ground other than the fact that we knew the same people. And I had met him in his life guard days, where he was the most self deluded version of himself. Maybe it was the mind flayer but maybe it wasn't, maybe the supernatural aspect just brought out the even more accurate, terrifying version of himself.

It scared Max but it scared me just as much. We knew he was dangerous, that he was capable of a lot of things, but we never realized just how much of an asset he would become when the evil side of Hawkins took over.

"Billy, this isn't you, stop." Max mutters behind me as I hold my hand up to the glass, looking through the sauna window at Billy but he doesn't look like him. His eyes are more sunken in, hopeless and completely at the will of something else, something distant and far away from me and from the rest of us. He's normally got a look of anger behind his eyes but he looks nothing but calm.

The calm always comes before the storm right?

He just looks at me, ignoring the bickering behind me, tracing his gaze over the grooves and dips of my face, as if he's trying to place me in his memories- like the mind flayer is sifting through Billy's memories to find where I fit in his life.

He pauses, a small smile stretching across his lips in subtle familiarity and it makes me flush, nervous that the mind flayer would say something, that he would speak horrible things about me from deep within Billy's subconscious. But he doesn't, his lips part as if he's going to say something but he doesn't, he just looks from me to Max who stands beside me, her eyes staring into his lifeless ones.

"Why is he acting like he doesn't know you?" Lucas asks behind us and my chin cranes to look back at him, sighing with a heavy heart. I know exactly why he looks like he doens't know me and there's one other person in this room who knows it even better. My eyes turn to Will next who already has a knowing, terrified look on his face.

"It's like when I was possessed by the mind flayer, I didn't even know who Bob was o-or Hopper." Will explains, a look of realization passing through everyone's expression at the memory of Will being completely and utterly gone.

Just like Billy is right now.

When he survived the mind flayer, no one really knew what to do with him.

Here he was, retired bad guy who had his body used by an inter-dimensional freak who needed him to carry out his bidding. He was trapped in his own body for the longest time as is, following exactly in his fathers footsteps- racist, dark, demanding, dominant, judgmental- as to not upset him, to make his dad feel a sliver of pride.

Daddy issues, am I right?

When he came out of the mind flayer, he was hospitalized for the huge gash on his abdomen, Max and I stood at the end of the bed and just game planned for hours on how to deal with him; we had no clue if he would remember anything that happened or if he would be different like Will.

We imagined that if he did remember everything, he would hate himself, beat himself up just like Will did and need hours and hours of supervision and help. But Max explained that he wouldn't take it, he would never take help or comfort especially when he felt like he didn't deserve it.

But when he finally woke up after days, he was terrified. He didn't trust that we were there, that what he was experiencing was real or not. He kept looking through Max and I, not focusing on us long enough to even recognize who we were for a few days. It took weeks of therapy and patience for him to actually start to open up to us about how it was like.

He described that the mind flayer would show him images, dream-like pictures, of the people around him and he never knew whether it was real or not and it led to him not knowing what actually happened over the course that he was 'taken over'.

My eyes widen at the sight of Billy's gaze locked on me, a slight familiar look behind his tired, red eyes. He has dark circles around his hues, his hair matted against his forehead from sweat. I just hand him a glass of water which he takes almost immediately, lip quivering as he takes a sip. Billy's eyes are the definition of sunken in as he looks around the room, jaw gritting at the sight of Max sleeping beside his bed, tears strained on her pale cheeks. He almost looks sad that she's sad, biting at his lip that's already cracked and broken. He looks to me next, his lips parting as the realization crumbles down onto him that he's finally back in his own body, safe and sound.

"How many people did I hurt?" He asks, voice gravely and hoarse as his lips tug down into a frustrated frown. My heart aches at the sight of him showing a sliver of vulnerability, a side to him that not a lot of people have actually had the pleasure to see. Knowing this is hard on him, I take a breath, realizing that the last thing he needs is to be reminded of the horrific pain that we all went through. He doesn't need anymore demons. I know that he's probably beating himself up as it is at the thought of being completely out of control, watching himself hurting everyone else around him without the ability to stop.

So, to take the tension off, my mind does the only thing that I can think of doing.

Cracking a joke.

"Because of the mind flayer or in general?" I tease quietly, having some apprehension, not wanting to make him upset. But moments later, I watch his face relax a bit at the non-judgmental tone in my voice. A small, tired smile spreads across his lips, his shoulders drooping a bit back into the bed at the playful edge that's cut through the tension in the room.

"You're still being an asshole to me, sweetheart? Really?"

After that, he didn't talk about it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Still to this day it's like pulling teeth.

But the only silver-lining with the town going to shit, with Billy getting scarily wounded, was that it was the final straw that sent his dad over the edge. When Billy was released from the hospital, we all found out that his dad had left in the time that we were there, waiting for him to come back to his normal self and to finally be released. Max's mom had been at the hospital with us, staying overnight for days on end while his dad was at home packing his shit and taking all of the money from their joint bank account.

He ran away with his tail between his legs, leaving his son, wife and step daughter to fend for themselves.

I was the one who actually ended up finding the trailer opening at the park, Max's eyes dulling a bit at the glum vibe that was given off by the small community but at least Eddie lived across the street. That would mean that Lucas would be over there along with the rest of the gang.

Speaking of Lucas, Max and I both held it over Billy's head that he was an asshole to Lucas the most and that the boy deserved more than an apology from the recovering man. Billy was hesitant at first, not understanding the need to apologize or maybe he just didn't want to admit that he was a terrible person.

He claimed it was ingrained in his mind from a young age and, maybe he's right, but that was no longer a sound excuse for him to use with me around. He eventually apologized to the boy and the rest of the friend group, including Steve, even though he was embarrassed and felt utterly stupid.

Max and I even believed his apology was sincere.

But the true reason why he hated me so much at first was because I could pick him apart. He hated me at first because I was not afraid to call him out on his bullshit whether it was regarding Max or school, or even his racist comments towards Lucas; I would be there to chew his ass off and make him walk off like a kicked puppy.

But eventually, that anger and annoyance shifted to familiar care and even admiration through all that we had been through and everything that Hawkin's put him through. Eventually it would come out that his mother left at a young age, Max would realize why he was so bitter about her mom, realizing he just didn't trust or like woman that much. He was always afraid of making new friendships and relationships out of fear that he would become too much like his father and that they would run for the hills as quickly as they came.

It was weird to see him softening, to see him apologizing and making right with the people around him, not because we told him to, but because he wanted to be done with it and put it behind him. It was weird when the both of us realized that we were actually becoming friends and it was even more shocking when we realized there was more than friendship between the two of us.

But no matter how strong our personalities were, there was no ignoring our feelings when Max was constantly pointing them out.

"You guys are terrible liars." Max suddenly speaks up from the backseat after minutes of silence, taking Billy and I off guard as we look to each other before stopping at a red light, turning in our spots to look back at the red head.

"Where on earth did that come from?" I ask, deadpanning a smile with a tired look. I know that she knows. She sort of, kind of, walked in on Billy and I moments before we left for the arcade, my mind still replaying the moment that just happened not even twenty minutes ago. I was wondering when she was going to bring it up but I didn't think it would be today let alone right now.

Max just smiles with a shit eating grin and points between Billy and I.

"You two, you're just terrible liars. You act like no one sees it but we all do." She says simply, almost as if she's proud for figuring it out, but I continue to protest and feign ignorance, my brows furrowing, gaze turning to Billy. He just shakes his head with wide eyes, before turning his attention back to the road.

"What do you mean?" Billy asks, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror as I watch him, his fingers tightening around the wheel in anticipation as Max laughs behind us.

"I mean, how you guys are fucking each other and giving each other heart eyes. You think we don't see it but we do- I see it-"

"Max-"

"No, Billy- look," she pauses, sitting up to look at him from between the seats," you've been through shit in the last few months. If you found comfort in Y/n, I get it- so did I. But be fucking honest about it and show her off cuz she deserves to be shown off."

As thrilled and supportive as Max was, Dustin was not as thrilled to find out that Billy and I were together.

Maybe it was because I'm his older sister who really never entertained any sort of relationships with people. I was always there, always responsible for him and the rest of the group, especially after everything that happened with Will. No one would've understood the huge secret that Hawkins was hiding and it's not like I could exactly hide that from someone when dating them. So I just waited and hoped that someone would get involved in the mess and become a potential suitor.

But it just never happened.

Eddie wasn't my type and I don't think I was his, Steve and I were like platonic parents of the kiddos, and everyone else was taken or thinking of someone else. It was just complicated, so I stuck to my role as the older sister and focused on protecting the people who I love.

Dustin also has been more protective over me than anyone else in my life so it wasn't exactly easy to date with him breathing down the back of my neck. Any new friend or crush that I would have, he'd ask an impossible amount of questions and pry into any sort of business that I have. I couldn't keep anything from him so it's not like it was easy when I actually had to come clean to him and tell him that Billy and I were pursuing each other on the down low.

Dustin just didn't understand and that in itself, to me, was understandable. He didn't see all the behind the scenes stuff, only hearing about how Billy had become nicer to Max and I, and how he stopped terrorizing Lucas and owned up to his toxic, oppressive behavior. Dustin really didn't believe it and, to be honest, he had no reason to believe it.

But, days after telling him, Dustin told the rest of the group and eventually they all rounded up and sat us down, forcing us to explain 'what happened' and why all of a sudden we were closer than before.

"This is a joke, right?" Steve asks with a frown, pointing between Billy and I who sit awkwardly on the couch in Eddie's trailer. I send him a quick glance, asking him quietly to take this one. I was in charge of telling Dustin and explaining how we fell for each other to Max but he was in charge of explaining it to everyone else.

The group looks at us, confused and full of questions, all of them silently begging us to explain how this relationship came about.

"Not a joke, Harrington." Billy sighs, looking down at his lap before reaching over to take my hand in his. A few gasps sound out from around the room, my eyes rolling as my head flops back to rest against the couch. "Not that it's any of your goddamn business but, yeah, we're together." He says with a forced smile, looking around the room with a 'well?' expression, begging anyone else to just say something.

"I'm just confused as to when this happened?" Robin scoffs, reaching up to rub her hands down her face before looking to me, wondering why I never opened up to her about my feelings for Billy but there's some truth behind the fact that he snuck up on me in a way.

"Me too honestly." Dustin chuckles and my jaw drops, feeling utterly betrayed because I thought I was passed explaining this to him. "I'm confused as to when it happened. Was it after the mind flayer but before Vecna or sometime other than that?" His question makes my head spin, especially because Billy and I never actually talked about when our feelings developed for one another.

One day, they where just there.

"The confusion thickens." Eddie chuckles, clapping his hands, taking the attention off of Billy and I as the group looks to him. "Let's leave the lovebirds alone and maybe talk about something a little more fascinating because I'm sure we all can assume that this 'relationship' definitely started with them hate fucki-"

"Ew Eddie- gross."

Maybe it was the effort that Billy was putting into changing himself and being less like his dad, maybe it was his sudden kindness towards Max and her mom, though he still held some sort of annoyance towards both of them; something pushed me towards him and I couldn't explain it.

Maybe it was trauma.

Eventually, Billy would slowly acclimate to the group and helping out in the more supernatural aspects of the town, hating the rural space more than he did before. He felt unsafe and unsteady now knowing what was actually out there, hiding under the surface of our homes.

But now he had something that he never had before. He had people, an actual family and friends. He was done being the new king of Hawkins, he was done with the fighting and the bullying. He was trying his best to settle into being an actual human, with actual goals and relationships with people around him.

People like me.

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[three--rings]

So I’ve finished reading all of the Vegaspete sections. 

General thoughts under cut

TW for discussion of sexual assault, violence, very toxic romance

So it’s definitely interesting to compare to the series.  Obviously I prefer the series, because starting a romance arc with one half the ship violently raping the other isn’t ideal.  Like, I understand the sorta challenge of the thing, and why that might be interesting to some people, but yeah.

The series really substituted torture and physical violence for the sexual violence.  Because there’s not really any real harm to Pete in the book, other than the rape.  Which happens a few times at the very beginning, but as soon as Vegas begins to like Pete at all, that all stops. 

Vegas’ POV is honestly really interesting.  It focuses on how just having Pete around and showing him any concern or attention makes him feel better, not full of rage, like he can be himself and drop his masks.  Pete makes him want to be a better person and reminds him of the possibility of joy even among bad things.   So from Vegas’ POV, the transition from violence to love is quite believable.  And reading his parts does give some good insight into his headspace.

But from Pete’s it’s a MESS.  Like the Pete POV is honestly such a misstep IMO, because while Vegas says he thinks Pete is a masochist and is actually enjoying the things Vegas does to him, Pete makes clear he isn’t.  He pretends to go along with things Vegas tells him because he wants him to get bored with him and let him go, and he does come around a little on Vegas once he sees how abused and lonely he is.  But there’s really not a believable transition on Pete’s part.  He leaves after convincing Vegas to unchain him but he goes from spooking when he hears Vegas’ name to suddenly professing his love and devotion when Vegas’ life is in danger in the final showdown.  I think the idea is supposed to be that Pete is in denial of his feelings both as a queer man and for Vegas specifically, but in context it doesn’t work very well.

So yeah, definitely think the choices made in adaptation were very good ones.  Having their sexual contact be initiated by Pete, focusing more on kink than rape (cause it seems like book Vegas is less a dom and more just a serial rapist?), it works much better.  As well as putting that scene where Vegas confronts Pete after he escapes and asks Pete to kill him, that is a strong addition as well.  (In the book he follows Pete around watching him, but only talks to Porsche, not Pete.) 

However, it’s nice to read all the stuff after the showdown, with Pete and Macau waiting for Vegas to wake up in the hospital (which is practically its own genre of Vegaspete fic, lol) and also the adoption of Venice.  The ending story about the three of them going back to Pete’s village and meeting his grandparents is really sweet and I’m adopting it into my personal canon.

So I might recommend a vegaspete fan reads just the ending parts and not the whole thing.  Honestly you could probably just skip the first 5 chapters of the Vegaspete stories and miss all the actual rape and get the rest of the story.  Though there are some flashbacks to it and references so I’m not saying it’s SAFE if you have real triggers, but well, it’d be more pleasant.

As for my opinion of the novel based on this, the impressions I’ve gotten, it doesn’t make me want to read the rest.  I really dislike how Porsche comes across in this?  He is like over-the-top offensive in how he talks to everyone and extra super dumb.  In fact everyone comes off as giant idiots most of the time, with the exception of Vegas, and he only has a braincell like 60% of the time. 

So no, I’m not very impressed by the writing.  It feels like it leans heavily into the parts of the show I dislike rather than the parts I love.  The people making the show and the actors seem a lot more thoughtful and intelligent on how they approached characters and motivations.  So, yeah.

[unohanadaydreams]

Mars babe pls… I would kill for you to tell me some more of your headcanons about yandere Gin 👁 you know who it is 👁👁

You're right, tati, i do because you forgot to hit anon!!!!

hopefully these don't fry your precious braincells but here is some hot and ready yandere gin for you <3

Features: Toxic relationship, yandere, Gin being a scumbag per usual.

Yandere! Gin Ichimaru x Reader HCs

His obsession with you is less about making you love him and more about making you realize that it would be a lot easier if you loved him. You could go on dates or turn him down or act all brave, like you're not scared of the consequences. But stab wounds hurt and humiliation lasts in Seireitei. And Gin is more than happy to help you see it his way, the hard way.

Gin's entire life has been work--hard work--fucking unfair work. And who can appreciate the work he's put in when the majority of it is a secret? But what if you knew? What if he came home covered in blood and you knew they were your comrade's? What if you stood beside him, watching shinigami claw at their faces as masks and rage overtook them? What if you, too, pressed the tortured, withered fruit to your lips? It's nice sharing that meal with you. He feels less alone.

Most everyone who has garnered closeness with Gin would say that it's never enough, that he's always past arms length and he'll always be that way. But not you. He tries to take you everywhere. He tells you 'this Aizen business ain't gonna end pretty for us.' Him and you. Because why would he let something like death part you?

Gin has a way of punishing people for not seeing through his words. He toys with you too, but it feels more personal. Every sly smile and soft questions feels too close, too loud, like he's shaking your shoulders and yelling for you to see him. But you do see him. You wish he'd understand, he's already swallowed you--he's all you see.

If playing hot and cold won awards, he'd be the champion. One night, he's stroking your cheek, asking you to visit the seaside with him, and the next week he's no where to be found outside of his captain duties. You wait for him, going to his room after work, for days, before getting fed up. He turns it around, acting as though you were avoiding him.

In front of Aizen and Tousen, he's at his worst. He says and does the cruelest things. He waves you around like the most careless child, your frayed edges showcasing just how he treats his toys. Gin thinks as he has always thought--that being the worst of himself will make the people he holds in his mouth safe.

He never talks about his past. He only talks about the present to tease or complain. But with you, he's always talking about the future. Gin seems his most relaxed like that, focusing on a point far head, where it's safe to hope for things. When he's gone, you hate him the most for that. For stuffing your head full of plans, his hand warm in yours.

[navree]

“it doesn’t make sense that reva knows vader is anakin!!!!” it doesn’t?? really??? you are a jedi in training, and you know that one of your fellow jedi is super close to palpatine, always spends time with him, they’re number one bros, and then after the night of the full scale jedi genocide, this is one of the only guys NOT a confirmed casualty, and then soon afterwards palpatine has a new pal who is looks a bit different yeah but is just as powerful as palpatine’s old jedi friend, and as a bonus point he also apparently cannot keep his cool for more than two seconds whenever obi wan kenobi is mentioned, this isn’t that big of a leap of logic to make.

also let’s not forget that one of the key powers of the force, since the original trilogy, has been a natural intuitiveness that allows people to just Figure Shit Out if they put their minds to it, as exhibited by vader when he realizes leia is his daughter and as exhibited by leia herself for a good chunk of the obi wan show. and leia at this point is completely untrained, whereas reva had been training in the force for more than a decade and is clearly a more than competent force user if she survived the process to become an inquisitor. 

like literally just say you a) put less than two seconds and two braincells into watching this show and b) you just only like characters with complex backstories and rage issues when they’re portrayed by white men.

[crossroadsfossil]

Lizard quirks and courting birds

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Characters: Dabi, Spinner, Mentioned Hawks, League of Villains

Wc:6,246

Tags: League of Villains as Family, Another smidgen of Dabi and Spinner bonding reluctantly, Spinner has additional aspects to his quirk, Spinner POV, Spinner watching these two dumbasses fall in love and no one is comfortable especially spinner, minor world building,minor additions to character backstories, Spinner has the braincell and wishes he didn't

Ao3 link:

Summary:

Spinner has a secondary aspect to his quirk. It’s simple, really. He can see where people have touched each other.

It’s awkward now that Dabi and Hawks are fucking.

It’s only going to get worse when they start being more.

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Spinner got his quirk as a child, much like all children do. As he passed his fourth birthday, the anticipated changes began. His family had a history of lizard and gecko quirks, so when he started growing soft scales, no one was alarmed. His father had a snake-like tail that could grip things like an additional hand, and his mother had a forked tongue and scales that created an ‘exotic pattern’. His older sister took after their mother, with scales scattered over her skin like freckles and pit organs that blended in with them. It gave her a very striking look, and it looked like he was going to end up resembling his sister more than either parent.

Unfortunately, he drew the short end of the stick. His scales were certainly softer than his sisters, but that was the only positive difference. Instead of staying freckle-like on his face and shoulders, the scales rapidly spread over his entire body. If that wasn’t bad enough, his nails grew into talons and the bones of his face started to grow decidedly animalistic.

That wasn’t the full extent of his quirk either. He minimized it the best he could, describing it as ‘sticking to walls’. When he tried to explain what it actually was to people, it ended poorly.

‘Sticking to walls’ was generally seen as a boring and relatively useless quirk, despite the fact that, in his opinion, it was neither. Unfortunately, during high school, it wasn’t seen as boring and useless. It was seen as creepy and unsettling and turned him into a social pariah after the rumor started.

The rumor that he liked to climb into places a teenage boy shouldn’t be. Like bathrooms. Especially a teenage boy who looked the way he did.

He dropped out of school that year.

In retrospect, he should have kept his mouth shut, rather than trying to be a hero. He wanted to help one of the few people who had been sweet to him, to spare her some heartache. He wanted to return the kindness she had shown him during the year. She didn’t take him informing her about a cheating boyfriend and a lying ‘best friend’ well.

Her disbelief added fuel to a fire that was already raging, and the ‘creep’ label was practically tattooed on by now.

Spinner wasn’t surprised. Hawks did the perfunctory introduction to him and then fluttered over to the rest of the league. If past experience held, Hawks would, at best, greet him during future functions and ignore him. Spinner didn’t mind. It’s expected, hell, it was damn near an unspoken social rule. People gravitated to non-mutant people. Even other mutants did it, especially if they were in that narrowly accepted range of ‘pretty’.

He learned an important fact that day; ‘heroism’ was only for pretty people.

Pretty people like the number-two hero who was brightly introducing himself to everyone.

Spinner was used to it, and he was used to reading body language to gauge threat level, and something about the hero was ringing alarm bells. Hell, by the time the meeting ended, he was struggling not to call ‘bullshit’. The hero may have brought good intelligence they could use, and he may have been vouched for by Dabi, but Spinner didn’t trust Dabi to begin with. He trusted Hawks even less.

Good luck explaining that to Tomura though. He and Tomura may be good friends, one of the best that Spinner’s ever had, but for some reason, Shigaraki always gave Dabi a long leash and even more leeway. A dangerous amount of leeway, in his opinion. He was just the team’s token mutant. The token mutant with a quirk so invisible he was practically useless. What did he know? He was just a high-school dropout who turned into a NEET and got radicalized by an extremist.

Hell, he was pretty sure Dabi didn’t even go to high school. He didn’t even think the man had even been homeschooled like Tomura was.

Spinner wasn’t a fool.

He knew how the world viewed him. He knew the stats the heroes gave him. He knew he was the only one in the league ranked at a ‘C’. Out of the five high school dropouts, he was often perceived as the least intelligent, despite being as old as Toga had been when he dropped out.

A loud laugh brought Spinner out of his thoughts. Hawks had an arm slung around Twice’s neck, chatting with the league’s friendliest extrovert.

It’s not like he could tell that the hero wasn’t as sincere as Dabi was making him out to be. It’s not like he could tell that Dabi and Hawks’ relationship was about as professional as Toga’s blood kink was mainstream. After all, he was only the token heteromorph. What could he know?

Yeah… what did he know?

Certainly, he couldn’t know more than their so-called ‘recruiter’.

It wasn’t like he could see the handprints all over Hawks’ pants and jacket, or the matching set on Dabi.

You see, Shuichi and his sister were more similar to each other than they were to their parents. His sister’s quirk wasn’t just the pretty scales. She had pit organs. Functional pit organs, which meant she could ‘see’ in infrared. He couldn’t do the same, he could still ‘see’ more than the average person.

Oh, didn’t Spinner mention?

His quirk had a secondary aspect to it.

He could see where people touched.

To be honest, it wasn’t that simple. He looked into it before he dropped out of school. He assumed that the same things that gave his sister a snake-like sense of smell might be similar to his own ability. He didn’t have a forked tongue or pit organs (thank gods for that, he was already ugly enough), but he did ‘see’ remnants of physical contact. He figured out you had to have your hands bare to leave behind colors. What he also gleaned, from months of self-study, was that it probably had something to do with the eccrine gland system and how his body interpreted ‘scent’. People generated sweat and oils and a bunch of other chemicals throughout the day and often expressed them through the skin. Which made sense. The skin was the largest organ in the body.

That’s right.

He could see colors.

Stupid, useless magic-shrimp meme colors.

It was an incredibly fancy way of saying he saw people’s body fluids, often in loud and fluorescent shades.

It was gross and his explanation wasn’t entirely accurate, but he deemed it accurate enough for a high school dropout.

Whatever the technical aspect to his quirk was, it basically allowed him to see when ‘chemicals’ were transferred from one person to another. He could tell the intensity of the feelings and over the years had figured out what colors meant which emotion. He also knew he couldn’t see every single touch. He could only see the ones that meant something. Casual touches wouldn’t register. His brain filtered out the mundane, everyday touches people received during the day. That was probably a defense mechanism and probably for the best. He would go mad if he had to see every single touch and had to try and parse out what each color meant.

He was already having trouble ignoring how often Hawks and Dabi were touching each other.

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Those two touched.

A lot.

Spinner caught the cold beer tossed to him. This was the best part of summer - Lazy days and cold beer and being able to indulge the lizard side of him just a little bit more than usual. It did have the unfortunate side effect of melting away his usual suspicion and wariness. He was almost feeling downright fond of Hawks and felt like tolerating Dabi. Then again, the two of them had been spending more and more time with the league as of late. Hawks especially had been a persistent presence. Spinner should worry more, but his current thought process was that if the hero was going to do anything, he would have done it already. Besides, Hawks brought snacks and beer.

“Hawks!” Spinner shouted, scrambling to sit up. Hawks was already across the room, handing out snacks from a bag. Hawks looked up at his name, doing a double-take at Spinner’s murderous expression. For some reason, something about it made the hero’s lips twitch into a smile. Spinner let his own muzzle twitch into a snarl. He was two seconds away from getting his sword and- Hawks pulled out Spinner’s requested beer, frosty, and handed it to a feather that floated over to Spinner. At the last minute, it pulled just out of reach.

A beer that didn’t feel like the usual pop-tab.

He looked at the beer Hawks tossed him.

It was not beer.

“Hydrate, then beer.” Hawks chided, lifting his feather higher as Spinner made a grab for the beer.

“I will stab you.”

Hawks laughed, which Spinner thought was rather rude, considering he stabbed people before. Often.

“You have to catch me first.” He teased, although the feather descended. Spinner snagged the drink before Hawks could change his mind. He did hold off on opening it immediately. One, because he didn’t want it to foam all over him, and two, the hero did have a point. It was too hot not to hydrate.

He cracked open the sports water and chugged it, maintaining eye contact with the hero as he did. Once half of it was gone, he cracked open his beer.

Hawks chuckled to himself and made his rounds, checking on everyone - still the hero.

Then again, Mister Compress probably appreciated someone acting like a functional adult. Not that they weren’t, but Spinner was well aware that each member of the group would sometimes fixate on things and neglect other areas of their life, inevitably leading to Mister Compress checking on them like a worried hen. Even now, he was trying, despite it being too hot for the man to do much besides sit in front of a small fan, his usual coat and vest stripped away. It was hot enough that he had even shed his slacks and mask, balaclava included. It wasn’t often they got to see Mister’s face.

Hell, everyone was getting an eyeful today. Spinner was stripped down to his shorts and a tank top, and Shigaraki was down to just his boxers, as was Jin. The last time he saw Toga, she was knotting the bottom of a stolen t-shirt under her ribcage after showing Spinner a way to keep his hair off his neck.

The only people who weren’t in varying states of undress were Hawks and Dabi. Judging by the colors he could see all over Dabi’s clothes, they were hiding what probably was an impressive array of marks from their love-making. No, that wasn’t right. Hate-fucking? It was closer to hate-fucking. Or some sort of tension release. Maybe they were just incredibly horny for each other (and he could lie and state he didn’t see what they saw in each other, but he had eyes. Eyes that saw a little too much, but he wasn’t blind to the fact that they were both good looking).

The colors they left were too washed out and matte to be anything else, and they barely lasted an hour on each other.

Spinner scowled into his beer at the sudden realization that they only last an hour, maybe two max. He didn’t want to know that much about those two. It was probably better neither of them ditched their coats. As many colors as he kept seeing smeared over their clothes, it would be ten times worse if they were down to their bare skin. The combination of colors, hickeys, bruises, and bite marks would be too much for him (he was betting one of them had a biting kink. It was the one thing he and Toga agreed on regarding those two). Let alone whatever else they had. Hawks didn’t have as many colors on his coat, but there were an unsettling amount around his wrist and neck.

Spinner didn’t want to know.

He could already glean too much from that little bit of information. He didn’t want any more clues or context. Being able to see how many times Hawks grabbed Dabi’s ass in a week was already too much.

… It just sucked to see them around the base fully clothed like that; just looking at them made the room feel hotter, and not in a sexy way. It was more a sympathy-heat-stroke thing.

Spinner finished his beer, returning to sipping at the sports water and the game tournament at his side. It wasn’t for video games, else he’d be winning right now, but one of the board games Tomura wasn’t familiar with. Toga and Twice were doing their very best to ‘catch’ Tomura up on the ‘usual experiences’ he had missed out on.

The blues on Tomura were new. There was a large splat of color against his side where Toga leaned against him between turns, and as he reached for a token, he caught sight of blue covering Tomura’s palm, probably from Twice just high-fiving him. The blues weren’t as rich as those that Toga and Twice left on each other, but they were a solid, bright blue. If experience taught him anything, the marks would probably linger for hours.

Barely half an hour in and the three were covered in shades of blue.

It was fucking adorable.

Toga and Twice were almost always covered in blues. What had started as soft, light blue between the two quickly turned into the deep, rich, soft blues of intense friendship. They were so dark and rich that they were bordering on almost fraternal indigo.

He glanced down at his own arms, seeing a similar mark on his own palm, also from the excited high-five from Twice earlier. It was almost as bright as the one Tomura sported.

It was a little baffling.

When Tomura brushed against him and left smears of light blue against his skin, he knew it was an affection born out of a shared love of video games and the long nights they spend doing raids together and talking tactics.

With Jin? He didn’t really know what he brought into Twice’s life. He wasn’t attached at the hip like Twice and Toga were, nor did he share a quiet camaraderie with him like Twice and Dabi did. He definitely didn’t match up to the relationship Twice had with Hawks, where the two would chatter a mile a minute with each other… So… What did he-

He shook his head, flopping back onto the ground and staring up at the slow-moving ceiling fan. It wouldn’t do to worry too much about it. He wasn’t sure how or why Jin viewed him with such affection, but it warmed his chest regardless.

He was going to enjoy having friends while it lasted.

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Something…odd… was happening in the league. Spinner wasn’t sure if he liked it. Yes, he was, in general, supportive of the league as a whole growing closer together, although it was part pragmatism (since it meant they fought together better), and part selfish hedonism. He wasn’t surprised as the colors each league member left behind began to shift into deeper, richer colors. He wasn’t even surprised when more colors were added or nuanced patinas started appearing.

The league had ceased to be a group of like-minded, goal-oriented individuals. It was even starting to stop being a group of friends. They were more like family now.

Except Dabi.

Dabi had stringently maintained his distance with the league with a persistence that bordered on obsession. He fought to keep his dealings with the league clinical and professional. The few, rare times Dabi touched them and left behind marks backed this up. Every single person received an almost identical, small, short-lived smear of gray. The only two who didn’t warrant gray were Tomura, who received a pale silver that spoke of a spoonful of respect, and Jin, who had a few damning smudges of blue left on his hands and shoulders.

It didn’t stop there. It was like Jin’s friendship with Hawks opened the floodgates of the hero’s affections.

Then again, the marks on Jin weren’t surprising.

Jin was easy to adore and in turn, was easily adored. Hawks was a perfect example of that, of how fast Jin could make people love him. The professional, light grays quickly faded into a misty powder blue and then darkened with each hour.

Toga and Hawks slid right into an almost sibling-like teasing, only confirmed by the purple that Hawks left in Toga’s hair after one night of trying- and failing, to braid it.

Spinner spat out his drink when Dabi took over, showing the hero the proper way to braid hair. He left even more purple in Toga’s hair than Hawks had, with blue swirling through it so that by the end of the night, Toga’s hair resembled the galactic hairstyles that was in the magazines she liked reading. It was a shame she couldn’t see the starry night in her hair. She would have loved how it looked.

Hawks, and by extension Dabi, even left colors on him. Smudges of blue that surprised him every time Spinner caught sight of the fingerprint-sized marks.

The more time Hawks (and in turn, Dabi), spent with the team, the more the two of them unintentionally grew attached to the league.

Neither man liked it, either.

Hawks was the opposite. Instead of avoiding them, he was constantly in their orbit, and if he wasn’t with them, he was with Dabi. When Hawks was uncomfortable, he stopped by more, trying to encourage conversations with each member of the league. He listened harder and was almost, well, hawk-like in his attention. It was like he was trying to see or hear something that would put him off… and sometimes… it seemed to work. The colors he would leave behind would dim, would turn pastel and matte, and a shade lighter than they had been earlier that day. They would often remain washed out for days, but it was always, always temporary.

Whenever Dabi caught himself relaxing into it, he would figuratively pivot the opposite direction. Throughout meetings, he would radiate his desire to leave. If the meeting went too long, Spinner could practically see the man vibrating with sheer desperation. He left a sheen of sickly green over everything he touched. As soon as the meeting ended, he would attempt to emotionally distance himself from them by physically doing so.

They wouldn’t see him for the rest of the week.

Spinner thought it was bad watching the hate-fucking with its ruddy, speckled orange marks transition into something that could actually be called friendship, even contentedness. With the two of them sliding into actual friendship, he was forced to watch the assgrab and other groping increase to frankly obscene levels. He was sure they were being incredibly subtle, but with the way his quirk worked, he got a neon sign every. single. time. they engaged in displays of horny.

With each other, Dabi and Hawks were even worse.

It was like seeing a train crash.

Thank god he wasn’t the only one who noticed. He caught Compress shooting them beleaguered looks every so often.

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Then the two of them abruptly changed.

For the worse.

Spinner was making dinner when Dabi walked in, hastily stepping into the kitchen to avoid Toga and Twice who were set up in the small common area. Normally, Dabi put up with their exuberance fairly well, so he wasn’t sure what was setting him off today.

Spinner looked up and saw Dabi’s face.

Something had frazzled the man. Spinner would bet his console and all the games for it that it had something to do with the faintly shimmering, pale yellow marks on Dabi’s face. They curled around Dabi’s jaw like someone had tenderly cupped it. There wasn’t a resulting mark on his lips, so there wasn’t any kissing involved and the color…

Spinner had seen a lot of colors in his life, but none like this, at least, not so up-close.

He was used to smears of sandy yellow, but nothing this buttercup bright… and they never shimmered.

Something stupidly saccharine occurred.

“What are you looking at, Lizard?” Dabi hissed, bristling at Spinner. Spinner schooled his expression and pointed a large spoon at him.

“Better question is what are you doing in the kitchen on my night to cook?” He snapped back, putting a veneer of irritation across his face, “You’re looking paler than normal. Are you getting sick? Get your ass over here for your bowl of soup and fuck off. If you get sick, I’m taking a page out of Toga’s book and stabbing you.”

Dabi scowled, but accepted the bowl Spinner ladled soup into and slipped away to one of the back rooms. For a moment he was sure that Dabi was going to snarl something back at him, but it seemed he realized what Spinner was doing. It wasn’t like they were friends, so Spinner wasn’t going to ask what happened and knew he was the last person Dabi would go to for help. Besides, gods forbid they talk about things like adults. Not that he wanted to talk. He was out of fucks to give regarding the weird, sappy thing that was going on between Dabi and Hawks.

He was already an uncomfortable voyeur to all that shit.

Dabi didn’t grow any more comfortable with it over the next few weeks. He avoided Hawks like the man had all of the plagues, and the more Dabi avoided him, the more dejected Hawks looked. However, since it was Hawks, you had to pay particular attention to the masked moods the hero swapped out.

Or, if you were Spinner, you watched who and what he touched.

Hawks left his usual marks with their varying colors, but each one had a blurred halo of green and coal-dust black.

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Hawks was free of marks for all of thirty seconds, which was approximately the amount of time he remained on his feet and breathing out as much of an explanation as he could.

The next thirty minutes were a blur, and so were the marks that covered the hero. Former hero. Hero-adjacent? Spinner wasn’t entirely sure - he only caught about half of the explanation, too busy trying to sort out if the hero was covered in blood or if this was a new color-combination he hadn’t seen with his quirk yet.

It was blood.

The marks that followed were a bright rainbow of feelings, ranging from surprised worry to fierce anger, tentative happiness, and dawning horror. Pretty much all the emotions one could feel when confronted with both world-changing news as well as the crashing realization that you might be watching someone you cared about bleed out. Frankly, he was glad Hawks had been wheeled back as soon as they arrived. That many blindingly bright colors were starting to hurt his eyes.

“He’ll be okay…” Toga whispered. Her voice tugged him out of his thoughts and drew his gaze away from the door of the room the doctor disappeared into. Toga squeezed his hand again before lacing their fingers together and leaving behind smears of blue and purple. Spinner sighed, squeezing her hand back and leaning against her. She pressed back, a surprisingly sturdy, comforting presence.

“Toga… You saw what the Commission did to him. We don’t know if what he said was true or-” Spinner started saying before Toga interrupted him by pulling up a news site on her phone. One of the videos playing was muted, but there was closed captioning. They watched in silence for several minutes before Spinner pushed the phone away with his free hand. “That’s not helping. There still might be retaliation, and none of us have read the leaked files yet so it might just-”

“It’ll be fine. He was helping the UA kids. I trust them.” Toga replied, nudging him again.

“Toga’s right - Hawks will be fine. We will need to have a discussion with him, though.” Shigaraki chimed in, tapping away on his phone. Dabi was wedged between Shigaraki and Twice, mostly because if they weren’t on either side of him, he’d probably slide to the floor. As it was, he was lolling in and out of consciousness. Streaks of blue and purple, and some pink from Jin, were all over Dabi’s coat from where Twice and Shigaraki manhandled him after the doctor fucked him up.

He wondered how long the sedative was going to last. She jabbed him with a pretty big needle before he managed to step away from her. He didn’t get far, stumbling and then crashing to the ground. Spinner hadn’t been brave enough to laugh then, but after this was finished, he was going to find a corner and laugh himself silly over it.

That was if Dabi didn’t kill them after it wore off.

“That’s right!” Toga chirped, “Happy thoughts!”

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It was late enough that the midnight blacks of evening had turned into the blush-pink of early morning. They’d sat in the waiting area until Mister Compress had returned. He had some items in a bag that he handed off to the doctor’s assistant; payment for the emergency care she was providing. It wasn’t full payment, but they could ‘work out the rest later,’ she had assured them.

The doctor wasn’t one familiar to the league, and it didn’t seem like she had fond opinions of the creepy Ujiko guy that Shigaraki knew. She was the opposite of that man in pretty much every way that counted.

Ujiko always gave Spinner the vibe that he would happily cut all of them up to see how their quirk ticked, except for Spinner. He would probably chuck Spinner into a vat for parts if he could. Luckily, Shigaraki liked Spinner and he was competent enough during missions so Ujiko didn’t have an excuse to do so.

Where Ujiko was a short, bespectacled, ominously slimy feeling man, the doctor Dabi had brought them to was large, broad-shouldered, and was a mutant with a lion-head and small wings on her back.

She was courteous with all of them, but there was something odd between her and Dabi. They knew each other. Judging by the low, whispered argument they had, they had known each other for a while, and judging by the colors she left when she clapped a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going into the back room, they had known each other for years.

It wasn’t the first time someone had touched Dabi and left exasperated red behind. Usually, it was Mister Compress.

There wasn’t any other way the marks could be that bright a silver. There were other colors involved, some streaks of blue and a smudge of obnoxious pink, and bright incandescent red of anger.

Or exasperation.

Dabi was careful not to touch her back and shrugged her hand off his shoulder almost immediately, again trying to follow the assistant into the back room. That was when the doctor stabbed him with the needle, letting Shigaraki and Twice manhandle him into a nearby seat.

He’d seen silver on Dabi before, of course. On Toga, too. That wasn’t really strange. Giran left bits of tarnished silver whenever he brushed by them.

Tarnished silver was professional detachment, but the silver the doctor left was so bright it looked like mercury. A long partnership, perhaps? He gleaned that Dabi had come by his scars years ago, so maybe this was where he went for aid. Spinner couldn’t fathom Dabi going to an urgent care center.

Then again, Spinner couldn’t fathom Dabi having a functional relationship with any doctor, back-alley or no. There wasn’t a lot he could fathom, like how… young Dabi looked when asleep. He looked years older when awake, but now, even with the sedation slowly wearing off, he looked closer to Spinner’s age than Compress’s. It would have to go on the list of things to ask Dabi later, along with establishing whatever is going on between him and Hawks, the fact that some of the released reports indicated his heredity, and if he had actually heard Dabi call the doctor something like ‘doc nya nya’.

Dabi groaned and shifted as the sedative continued to wear off. Spinner brought up a hand to keep the man from toppling over.

"Morning, sleeping beauty,” Spinner teased, removing his hand and ignoring the colors his touch left behind. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I was hit by a bus,” Dabi grumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck and finally looked up. A momentary flash of alarm shot across his face as he realized where they were. His head jerked to the side as he searched for, and then found Hawks.

Spinner kept an eye on Dabi as he stretched, just in case Dabi wasn’t completely over the sedative, and decided to eat dirt. Something in his back cracked loud enough that Dabi’s attention flitted back to him. The perils of not moving for hours on end and being a makeshift pillow. He’d heard worse after a night of gaming.

Dabi sighed, shoulders slumping with relief as he realized that Hawks was tucked into the medical bed not three feet away. Bright eyes lingered on the ominous IV bag that was filled with eerie-colored goop. It didn’t seem to alarm him though.

That was another thing he needed to ask about.

“Where are the others?” Dabi asked.

“They went to get food and sleep in a hotel. The doc got pissy and said only one of us could stay and I drew the short straw.” Spinner said. He actually offered to stay behind and babysit Dabi and eventually Hawks. The plan was to have someone level-headed, or more likely, awake and coherent, to be there when Hawks awoke. They hadn’t been sure how long Dabi would be sedated and they didn’t want a nervous hero reacting badly to an unfamiliar place with his… whatever Dabi was, unconscious next to him. The others thanked him, which was a delightful novelty, and then left.

“It’s been about twelve hours since the doc, you know. Got you.” Spinner explained, miming jamming a needle into his arm. Dabi didn’t look amused, but he did reach up and rub his shoulder where the doc got him.

Twelve hours since Dabi went down like a sack of rice. Six hours after that, the doc concluded the surgery and let them see Hawks. They were all relieved when they were let into the room. There wasn’t much to see; Hawks was out cold and would be for ‘as long as needed’. The doc had done a damn good job. Don’t get him wrong, Hawks still looked terrible - he still breathed with a rasp, but he looked a hell of a lot better than when he came in and his forehead was no longer wrinkled in pain. Hawks was bandaged all to hell and back and there were an alarming number of tubes inserted into various places along his body. Spinner was pretty sure most of the tubes were non-standard in the medical world, especially since more than one of them was pumping that weird goo into him.

“Where is the doctor?” Dabi asked. He slowly eased himself out of his seat and started for the nearby chair and stumbled against the corner of the bed. Spinner shot out a hand to steady him, letting go immediately as Dabi gave a full-body flinch. It was enough of a touch for Spinner to leave behind a faint smudge of blue and worried teal.

Dabi glanced at Spinner, eyes narrowed as he settled into the chair. The doc placed the chair next to the bed with a knowing smirk soon as Spinner had gotten them settled on the bench.

‘For when he woke’, she said and that was pretty much all she would answer. He lobbed a few questions at her in the hopes that at least someone was chatty in this clinic. Most of them were deflected, and the few she did answer left more questions and didn’t really answer the original one.

It seemed even if you could find someone from his past, there was no guarantee you’d end up with more information than when you started. If anything, you were left with even less of an understanding.

“Sorry dude. Doc went to bed. Her assistant is at the front desk. I can go get-”

“Fuck no.” Dabi replied, face scrunching into something that resembled annoyance. “Kaneyoshi is an annoying fuck. Keep him out of here.”

Well all right then.

“You feeling nauseated at all? Thirsty? The doc told me to ask-”

“Why are you still here?”

Spinner shrugged and, limbs no longer protesting, retook his seat on the bench. He kicked his feet up where Dabi had been sitting and tugged his scarf loose. “Keeping an eye on you two. Shigaraki and the Doc are scary people.”

Dabi snorted.

“Plus, the others didn’t say where they were going. Since I’m not renting a room by myself, I’m going to pass the fuck out here. Wake me if you need anything.” Spinner said, laying down and exaggeratedly dropping his scarf over his eyes. Dabi didn’t say anything, and for a long while, it seemed the man was just going to sit there, looking uncomfortable until Hawks woke up.

Then the chair squeaked and there was a wet, half-sobbed huff of breath. Spinner waited a few seconds before lifting part of his scarf off his face, peeking out from under it. He saw the scarred man take Hawks’ hand, clasping it between both of his own with his forehead pressed to them.

He was the picture of a worried lover, and Spinner was actually happy for him. They all joined the league for something and while most of them were slowly accruing family, maybe a few would leave with love as well.

Maybe Hawks would know some single ladies he could romance?

He laughed to himself softly and settled in for an uncomfortable but much-needed nap.

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“I’m fine!” Hawks hissed, smacking Dabi’s hand away as he hobbled from the kitchen to the couch. Dabi threw up his hands in frustration, starting to smoke from his seams.

“If you don’t stay still, I’m letting Dr. Gaou deep fry you.”

Spinner pulled the table out of the way for Hawks, steadying the man with a hand on his leg as he eased himself down onto the couch.

“She won’t deep fry me. She thinks I’m charming,” Hawks said, poking a hole in the potion-like and probably not legal medical drink pouch from the clinic. He took a sip and immediately after, his face seemed to curl in on itself. “Oh gods, I take it back. She hates me. This is foul.”

Spinner zoned out, not quite listening to the bickering as he took in the new colors all over the league. Some were familiar, like the blues and purples on everyone. Some were new, like the streaks of bright, shimmering gold that Dabi left with every touch overlaid with a soft reddish patina. Granted, most of the touches left on Hawks had that irritated-red left on him. Everyone, but especially Dabi, were more than a little upset with the bird over the stunt he pulled without letting anyone know.

All Spinner knew was if Shigaraki ran into the Deku kid anytime soon, there was going to be an unholy shouting match about ‘bad plans’. Not that Shigaraki had much room to talk.

“Will you two quit flirting and pick a fucking movie? Otherwise, we’re watching the news updates.” Shigaraki growled from his blanket pile on the other end of the couch. Toga made a noise of displeasure that was a little like a tea kettle.

“Mister’s seen this one, right?” Hawks asked.

“No! You’ll be grumpy all night! I’ll pick a movie!” Toga whined, looking for the remote. Luckily, Hawks snagged it with a feather and was making an executive decision for everyone.

Thank gods.

He wasn’t in the mood for Toga’s usual fare, which alternated between B level Sci-fi films from twenty years ago or horror slasher films and psychological thrillers. The only time he liked either was in video games, thank you.

“Yeah. He won’t be upset if he misses it. He hasn’t seen the sequel, though so we have to wait before we play it.” Spinner replied, getting to his feet. “I’m getting snacks from the kitchen. Any requests?”

Compress was out doing gods knows what and Spinner had a suspicion it was something to do with whatever he did before joining the league. He and Twice had a bet. Twice thought he was part of the yakuza. Spinner was pretty convinced he was an assassin, because apparently circus performer wasn’t a valid profession anymore.

At the kitchen archway, Spinner paused, looking at the group bundled together in front of the television. They were a pleasant palette of blues and purples, with smudges of pinks from Twice and Compress. Dabi and Hawks were covered in gold, and somehow, Shigaraki had a smudge of yellow in his hair from gods knows where.

Spinner looked down at his own hands and arms, smiling as he saw a similar mess of color all over them.