#steve and i are both bitchy drivers

[steddie-there]

Steve is bitchy. It's a known fact. He's a reformed mean girl and bitch is like a second language to him. Whether it's scathing commentary about Family Video customers almost before they're out the door,

"So apparently it's national hit on someone young enough to be your granddaughter day, who knew we had such a gross holiday?"

snarky conversations with the kids,

"Well, whaddya know, Dustin, would you look at this?" "What? "It's the coke you said wasn't in the fridge! Isn't it amazing how it just magically appeared?" "Oh, shut up, Steve." "I'm just so completely in awe!"

or calling out the people that still give Eddie nasty looks (and doesn't that make Eddie's heart grow three sizes and threaten to pop out of his chest and burrow into Steve's?),

"You know, Carol, if you keep making that face, it might stick like that. But look on the bright side, at least then the outside would be as hideous as the inside!"

Eddie adores all of it. Loves Steve's mile-wide mean streak. Loves how he can use it to tease the people he loves or decimate the latest idiot he's been forced to deal with.

But Eddie's favorite, the best, the most wonderful, absolutely fantastic moments of Steve's bitchiness? Those happen while he's driving. It doesn't matter what exactly has him riled up about another driver, Steve always has something sarcastic on the tip of his tongue to bitch about them with.

"Do you look as stupid as you drive? Dumbass."

"Jeeze, I never knew the white line was for driving on. What an amazing thing you've discovered!"

"Oh, apparently I missed the memo where 35 mph got changed to 55. Eddie, remind me to check the speed limit sign the next time we drive through here. God, what an impatient asshole."

No matter what it is, it always has Eddie stifling his laughter behind his hand. But this last time - they're at a four-way stop and the car turning across from them definitely went before it was their turn and Steve says, "Hmm, seems someone missed the lesson on taking turns in kindergarten," with that little bitchy tilt to his head - Eddie can't help the guffaw that bursts out of his mouth.

Steve looks at him from the corner of his eye. "What are you giggling about?"

"You. You just - you get so bitchy at the other drivers and, I swear to god, man, it's the funniest shit." He laughs again, says fervently, "Christ, I love you, Stevie."

And then he freezes. Realizes what he said. Takes a deep, horrified breath. It's too soon, they only just started dating, he can't say something like that, he's... He backtracks. "Uh... I mean, uh, I love when you - "

And then freezes again when Steve slides his hand off the steering wheel and onto his thigh, fingers curling around the inside. "So, you love me, huh?"

Eddie chances a glance over at Steve. Despite the teasing tone in his voice, there's something soft around his eyes and the edges of his smile. Something almost... hopeful.

Eddie swallows and decides fuck it. "Yeah, yeah I do," he tells Steve quietly.

Steve makes a quiet sound that goes straight to Eddie's heart. When he peeks over again, Steve is looking back and forth between Eddie and the road and his expression is so open and tender and happy that Eddie doesn't regret for a second what he said, even if it is too soon. "I love you, too, Eds," Steve says and Eddie feels his stomach swoop with butterflies. He puts his hand on Steve's, squeezes it, tangles their fingers together, grins bright at this man he loves so very much.

And if, after that, Steve goes out of his way to play up his bitchiness whenever Eddie is in the car and Eddie never stifles his laughter at it again, well, that's between the two of them, isn't it?

[artiststarme]

Officer Phil Callahan wasn’t often seen in a positive light. Most people viewed him as immature, impulsive, condescending, and a poor excuse for a poor excuse of a police officer. However, no one could accuse him of being a bad brother. He prided himself on always being there for his little bro and his brother knew he could count on him too for anything. As such, Phil was the first person he went to after receiving the beating of all beatings.

So, when Phil opened his front door to see his baby bro leaning against the doorframe for support with his bruised face bearing more resemblance to a blueberry, he dropped everything to help him.

“Holy goddamn shit, Steve! What the hell happened to your face?!” He ushered Steve inside and settled him on the well-worn couch adorning his small living room.

Phil didn’t know what had happened to his brother and he didn’t know who had tried to pulverize his face but he did know whomever had committed this atrocity would pay. He didn’t care if he had to arrest Jonathan Byers again or face off against the powerful Hagan parents to cuff Tommy H in public, he was going to make someone suffer.

His rage only grew as he watched Steve dry heave and vomit for hours on end. Phil aspired to return the beating to the perpetrator that gave Steve the headache of all headaches and physical damage to boot. He took care of Steve through the night by waking him up every four hours, rubbing his back through the dry heaves, and giving him water to keep him hydrated. As soon as he seemed stable enough to be left alone though, Phil was badgering him for the name of the attacker.

He waited just long enough to hear, “Billy Hargrove, but don’t-“ before he was off.

Dressed in his Sheriff’s Deputy uniform with his gun on his hip, he set off to find the sack of shit that hurt his brother. Would this look bad in front of the townspeople? Definitely. Could it hurt his job and his position in the department? Most probably. But he would do what he had to do and probably beat the shit out of that dirtbag in revenge.

As expected, the Californian hippie delinquent was standing by his Camaro in front of the school with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Phil pulled the patrol care right up to his bumper before storming up to him and shoving him against his own drivers side door. Billy’s cigarette dropped ashes against Phil’s forearm but the rage inside of him burned even more than the fluttering ash. The eyes of nearly the entire student body rested on him but he didn’t let it phase him.

“You roughed up Steve yesterday,” Phil growled.

“You’re crazy. Who the fuck-“

“You’re gonna shut up and listen, buttercup. If you even think about touching Steve again, you kinky shit, I will make your life a living hell. Stay away from my brother.”

“Whatever, man. Did Steve go running home to mommy-“

He didn’t even register his just flying until Billy’s head whipped to the side followed by a pain in his hand. Shit, he just hit a kid. A bitchy one, but a kid nonetheless. “I’m sorr-“

“Is that all you got? I guess you and Stevie-boy both hit like the pansies you are.” Billy sneered at him with blood coating his teeth.

This little prick. Phil wasn’t going to let some high school bully get away with this. First he tries to kill his brother and then he starts talking shit about the both of them? Nope, no siree. Phil pauses but a minute before pulling a pair of handcuffs from his belt and latching them around a struggling Hargove’s wrists. “Okay, you little shit. You’re under arrest for felony assault, attempted murder, and anything else I can throw at you. No school for you today, now get in my car.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled, bloody spittle spitting from his lips.

“Yep, just like that concussion you gave my brother. Now shut up and stop resisting before I have to shoot you.” He wouldn’t actually shoot this kid but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Phil knew the charges probably wouldn’t stick but he still felt lighter, relieved, that he had gotten at least a little bit of justice for Steve. And if the increasingly panicked murmurings in the backseat brought a smile to his face? Well, no one was any the wiser.

[shares-a-vest]

@eddiemonth Day 8: Rockstar, Confident

Word Count: 952 Rating: T | cw: No Happy Ending, Break-Up Fic, No Resolution, Hurt No Comfort My first post for Eddie Month! With this event's prompts, I reallyyy want to challenge myself and write things I typically wouldn't/haven't so far. I'm sorry for starting out a week late with a no-happy-ending fic, I didn't mean for it to work out this way 😭😅 Thanks to both Lex and Lex for creating and hosting this event 💖💖💖

Since he was a boy, listening to a healthy combination of his mother's records and any and every radio station his dad could tune into, Eddie dreamed of being a rockstar.

When he was six, his grandma gifted him a battery-operated plastic microphone with sound effects. Later when he first moved in with his uncle and the Munson family had dwindled down to just the two of them, Wayne brought home an acoustic guitar from Goodwill.

Eddie practised and played away, sometimes for hours too long until underdeveloped callouses stung and bled. Wayne helped him paint 'This Machine Slays Dragons' on it so he could be just like Woody Guthrie, one of his mom's favourites.

He soon found his fellow bandmates in Jeff, Gareth and George. Gareth offered up his garage and Jeff came up with the name Corroded Coffin. Eddie and George made merch and drew up posters.

They practised and played until Gareth's mother kicked them out of the garage, complaining about what the neighbours might think of their noisy metal thrashing. They entered the Battle of the Bands contest in middle school, then started playing at The Hideout perhaps a few years too early for a handful of drunks who probably weren't listening anyway.

Then they spent the next few years scrimping and saving between jobs, travelling to other towns in his shitty van until they found an even shittier (but bigger) van and a studio that was willing to give them a booking to record a demo.

They shopped it around for a good long while as Eddie turned on his charm.

And one day they got a chance.

George called Eddie, frantically talking about a producer who wanted to re-record the demo with an expert on hand, all the while promising more music and a meeting with a potential manager.

And if all that wasn't enough, Eddie found himself with none other than Steve Harrington by his side.

After a good few years of pining and failed dates and the temporary comfort of other people, they finally got their act together. It was Christmas, just a few months after the demo got picked up. They kissed out on Claudia Henderson's front porch with snow falling around them as they promised each other more.

Then Corroded Coffin made it.

The perks came fast. Money – oh-so-much fucking money! Private cars and drivers to take them anywhere they wanted. Touring around the world and sightseeing between gigs. Adoring fans. Photoshoots. Magazine covers, interviews and TV spots.

Eddie always maintained it was about the music, though. The rush, the confidence and power it gave him to be performing on stage. Whether it be The Hideout or a goddamn stadium. It filled his soul from the moment he stepped on stage until the band finished their encore.

But most of all, he had Steve by his side. Always.

Until he didn't.

Until the night he got back to their hotel room, a swanky penthouse overlooking New York City that they always stayed in. They were barely a night out from returning back to the States from a quick promo tour in Europe for the new album.

Steve had left a note scrawled in his messy handwriting on the hotel's branded notepad.

'Going to Robin's' is all it said.

Eddie was angry at the time. He balled the note up in his fist and hurled it across the room.

At the time he was pissed because Steve was acting all bitchy pouty at the airport after barely speaking a word to him the whole flight. Then he was tapping away incessantly on the limo's middle armrest the whole car ride, looking at the window with his stupid Tom Cruise sunglasses on.

At the time he guessed it had something to do with the last night in Amsterdam. The band had a gig, the last one and Eddie just wanted some quiet so he skipped out on dinner, telling their security to pass the message on to Steve.

But it was just a tiff, right? Steve knew what it was like – how exhausting being on the road could get sometimes.

He thought Steve knew what the deal was, that he didn't mean anything by not going to dinner. Hell, Steve was used to a last-minute change of plans after years of this, right?

At least that's what Eddie told himself until Steve didn't call.

Or come back.

So, Eddie called Robin's number. No answer.

Then he asked Jeff to call, even their manager. Still nothing.

A call to Wayne made it real though.

"Eddie," his uncle had sighed, voice low and impossibly disappointed.

And then everything he had gained came to mean nothing.

As Eddie now stands at the door to Robin's apartment in Chicago, he knows he fucked up. Knows that it won't be easily forgiven.

Knows that Robin will probably cut his dick off if she arrives home from... Which gallery had she moved to, again? Steve told him. Weeks ago... months? He thinks...

He should have asked his publicist to look up the name of the gallery along with Buckley's address.

His stomach drops and tears begin to fall as Steve opens the door.

"Oh," his boyfr – Steve – mutters as his brows quickly knit together.

Eddie slaps his hand onto the doorframe, chancing the guy slamming the door shut and thus smooshing his guitar-wielding digits.

But then Steve rips off his wire-framed glasses and presses the heels of his palms into his reddening eyes.

"How could you just forget about me?" he sobs, his whole body shaking.

And Eddie is confident the sound of Steve choking on his own breath as he cries will haunt him for the rest of his life.

[beefromanoff]

Tempting Fate Ch. 3

summary: Evie's first briefing with the team, an all-nighter, and waking up on someone's couch.

author's note: i've been traveling a TON, so I apologize for the slower uploads! i'll get better from here on out, so stay tuned! thanks for reading, xoxoxo!

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Brooklyn, 1942

The soft hum of a projector filled the small, dimly lit room. Steve, Bucky, and Ginny were squeezed together on a worn-out couch, eyes fixed on the flickering black-and-white screen in front of them. 

Ginny, nestled comfortably between the two boys, let out a delighted giggle at a particularly humorous scene. "This is the best one yet!"

Steve smiled, leaning a bit closer. "Glad we snuck in. Wouldn't have wanted to miss this."

Bucky, always the mischievous one, nudged Ginny playfully. "Good thing I know the guy at the door.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffed. “Perks of being the charming neighborhood troublemaker."

Ginny rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. "Charm or not, let's just hope we don't get caught."

The movie continued, but Steve found his attention drifting. He glanced sideways at Ginny, her profile illuminated by the soft light of the screen. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but it was her laughter, her spirit, that had both him and Bucky captivated.

As if sensing his gaze, Ginny turned, catching Steve's eye. For a moment, everything else faded away, and it was just the two of them, suspended in time.

"Steve?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the movie.

"Yeah?" he replied, equally quiet.

"Thanks for always making time for this... for us." Her hand found his, a simple, innocent gesture that sent his heart racing.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he whispered back, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Bucky, not one to be left out, leaned over, his arm casually draping around Ginny's shoulders. "You know, Rogers, if you keep making those googly eyes, you'll miss the best parts of the movie."

Ginny laughed softly, the sound a sweet melody to both their ears. "You two are hopeless," she said, leaning back and enjoying the moment, flanked by the two boys who meant the world to her.

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Manhattan, Present Day

The first week flew by. 

The only places Evie saw besides the lab were her apartment, usually just to come home, shower, and pass out –– and the coffee shop on her walk back to work. She was thankful for the modern invention of food delivery, making a habit of meeting her Doordash driver down in the lobby every night. What was most people’s worst nightmare, logging 60-70 hours at their workplace, was Evie’s dream. Being in the lab, holograms lighting up all around her, schematics and blueprints spread across her desk, it was a dream. She’d finished her project of enhancing security protocols on Tuesday, spent most of Wednesday getting to know and working with the other engineers to move past pain points in their current innovations, and yesterday, she’d begun working on combining the technology used to make the Quinjet’s stealth mode possible with her patented textile. 

She’d made so much progress, but eventually had to tear her eyes away for fear that she’d fall asleep on the walk home. Now, Thursday morning, the sun was barely peeking through the buildings as it rose into the sky. Pushing the coffee shop door open with her hip, she stepped across the threshold and continued on towards the Tower, one latte in each hand. 

As she strode through the lobby, her sneakers were one of the few sounds echoing off the walls at this hour. A few night shift employees got off the elevator, looking less than enthused as they passed Evie. She reached the elevator door, pausing to balance one coffee on the other so she could reach her badge. 

“Here, let me get that.” A familiar voice called from behind her. She turned to see a smiling Steve Rogers, again, sweaty and in workout attire. He leaned forward and scanned his badge, motioning for her to step on as the doors slid open. 

“Why thank you,” Evie smiled. “Unfortunately, that won’t work.” 

“What won’t?” 

“Your badge, for both of us. See?” She stepped forward, one foot crossing the threshold of the elevator. The lighting turned bright red and an electronic female voice rang out. 

‘Multiple persons detected. Captain Rogers, please have your guest obtain a pass at the security office and proceed.” 

Evie stepped back and the right light disappeared as she grinned. “You’ll have to scan both of our badges.” She turned to face away from him. “It’s in my pocket.” 

Steve’s cheeks flushed as he gingerly reached for the badge peeking out of her jeans. He tugged it free and scanned it right after his own, both of them stepping into the elevator. 

“Welcome, Captain Rogers and Ms. Langston.” 

“New security protocol?” He raised an eyebrow, still holding her badge. 

“I may have overdone it a little,” She admitted, grinning. 

“Well, it’s better to air on the side of caution.” 

“Is it?” 

“I’d say yes, in most cases.” He tilted his head. 

“Says the guy who jumps out of planes with no parachute.” 

“How do you know that?” 

Evie laughed. “I’ve taken a history class. There were at least four units dedicated to you alone.” 

His cheeks flushed again as he looked down. “Ah, I see.” 

“I’ve written an essay or two on Captain America and the Howling Commandos back in the day.” 

Steve looked up at her, a half smile on his face. “Is that so?” 

“Sure is. I’ll see if my mom still has them. She kept all my A+ work.” 

“I’m sure she has quite the collection then.” 

“Only one or two storage units.” She grinned, her stomach flipping as Steve laughed. 

“So, did you make a friend in the lab?” He gestured to the second coffee in her hand. 

“Oh, no, I just couldn’t decide if I wanted hot or iced so I got both.” Evie smiled sheepishly. “I guess I could part with one, if only for the sake of my health.” She held her hands out. “Dealer’s choice, they’re both vanilla lattes. Can’t go wrong.” 

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked back and forth between them. “I’m not much of a sweet coffee guy ––” 

“Trust me on this, Cap. You will be.” She held the iced coffee out. “Here, I’m sure you don’t want hot coffee after a run. Plus, my hand is about to freeze off.” 

“Thank you,” He chuckled, taking the coffee and sipping it. “Hey, it’s not bad.” 

“Told ya,” Evie grinned and held out her drink. “Cheers to your impeccable timing this morning.” 

“Cheers to you almost surviving your first full week working for Stark.” Steve smiled as they touched their cups together. “Oh, here’s your badge back.” He handed it to her as the doors slid open to the lab. 

“Thank you very much.” She stepped out, turning to face him. “I’ll see you around.” 

“See you around.” He smiled at her as the elevator doors slid shut.

Evie grinned as she settled into her workspace. She couldn’t have scripted that better than it played out on its own. What are the odds Captain America himself happened to be walking through the lobby at the same early hour she showed up for work? Meant to be. She grinned again remembering how daintily he’d tugged the badge from her pocket, so careful not to be disrespectful. Would Bucky be that gentle? 

Her mind wandered down a path of Super Soldiers and disrespect and not-so-gentleness as she set her computer up. Eventually, her attention was pulled back towards the technology in front of her rather than vibranium hands. She took a sip of her coffee and dove back into her work, less than ten hours after setting it down the night before.

As per usual, the time flew by. Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her intense focus. 

A text from Tony: “Put your shoes back on. We’ve got a briefing in ten. Be ready to impress.”

She shot back: “Always am.” 

Evie grinned. During nearly every one of Tony’s random visits over the past week, he’d found her barefoot in the lab, heels discarded behind her. Despite the obvious safety hazard, she couldn’t stand wearing them any longer than she had to. Finally, after suffering for four days, she accepted that she had already made a good enough impression and that it was officially time to switch to jeans, sneakers, and in today’s case –– an MIT crewneck sweatshirt. 

“Well, would you look at that, she does own safety compliant close-toed shoes.” Tony mocked as he stepped into the lab. 

“Not all of us are at risk of random detonations, you know.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Wow, I’m hurt, I really am.” He put a hand over his heart. “You ready to rock and roll or what? Don’t embarrass me in there, I’m serious.” 

Evie laughed, grabbing her tablet and following him. “Shut up, Stark.”

She followed Tony down the hall, into the elevator, and finally out onto the floor reserves for intelligence and briefings for SHIELD. As they rounded a corner, Tony stopped abruptly, turning to face her. “Alright, Red. This is the big leagues. I know you’re doing big things in the lab, but some of what you’ll hear in this briefing –– and all future briefings –– is top secret, lock and key, lives on the line shit. Got it?”

Evie nodded solemnly, only slightly unnerved by his sudden serious demeanor. “I understand.”

Tony grinned. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s go keep this world nice and saved.”

With a wave of each of their badges, the conference room door slid open. Seated around an expansive table were legends, people Evie wasn’t sure were really people until that very moment when all their faces turned to look at her. One by one, she met the eyes of Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes. There was a somewhat austere-looking brunette woman standing near a screen at the front of the room, clad in full SHIELD attire. Her name badge read ‘Agent Maria Hill’.

Tony clapped his hands together, breaking the moment. "Alright team, this is Evie Langston, girl wonder. She works for Stark Industries, but has so graciously agreed that consulting for SHIELD will fall under her scope of work. Evie, I assume you know who everyone is.” He raised an eyebrow at Evie, who nodded with a grin. “Alright! Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, let's get down to business."

A chorus of ‘hello’ and polite introductions sounded as Evie took a seat next to Tony, across from Steve, who smiled politely when she met his eyes. Agent Hill launched into a discussion about the latest mission and its parameters. Evie listened intently, brows furrowed as she adjusted to the structure of an Avengers’ briefing. After the mission was explained in detail, Maria stepped aside, motioning for Tony to take over in explaining the technical needs of the mission. Evie sat up straighter in her seat, knowing this was where she’d come into play.

As Tony detailed the technical aspects of the mission, he turned his focus on Evie. "You’ll be heading up the tech support for this one. We’re dealing with some advanced encryption and an offensive cyberattack that targets anyone who enters their airspace. The organization we’re up against, Orpheus, is highly skilled in cyber warfare. I think it might be right up your alley."

"Got it," she nodded, already formulating a plan in her mind, questions to ask, variables she should know.

Natasha leaned forward, her green eyes intense. "We’ll need to make sure our communications are secure and untraceable while we’re within their range. Can you handle that?"

"Absolutely," she replied confidently. "I’ve already been working on some new protocols that should make it virtually impossible for anyone to intercept our signals, no matter where we are. Earthside or otherwise."

"Impressive," Steve muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Clint chimed in, "And what about the security systems on-site? Can you hack into those? In the past, we’ve banked on being able to sneak in and disable them ourselves, but with this being so high stakes, I think it would minimize our risk of things going sideways if we know it’s fully down before we get within firing range."

Evie smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Piece of cake."

Tony grinned, clearly enjoying the exchange. "See? I told you she was brilliant. One of these days you’ll stop doubting my eye for talent."

Maria Hill cleared her throat, redirecting the room’s attention to herself. “Alright, Evie. Here’s all the encrypted intelligence we have on Orpheus. It’s everything we could gather from satellite feeds, intercepted communications, and spy reports. Study it thoroughly. We’re counting on you to crack this. The mission is in one week, so you need to dedicate your time to this first and foremost.”

She handed Evie a slim tablet, its screen already glowing with files waiting to be dissected. “If you have any questions or need further resources, don’t hesitate to reach out to me directly.”

Evie accepted the tablet, nodding. “Thank you, Agent Hill. I’ll get right on it.”

Maria gave a curt nod before addressing the room. “Dismissed. We’ll have a final briefing again twenty-four hours out. Thanks everyone.”

As the team began to disperse, they each took a moment to speak with Evie more personally. First was Sam, who exuded an easygoing charm. “Sam Wilson, or Falcon if you prefer. Welcome to the madhouse. I hope you’re ready for some action.” He turned to Tony. “Oh, and Stark, do we plan on adding anyone to the team who isn’t a super hot redhead?” He looked back and winked towards Wanda and Natasha.

Evie grinned. “It’s very nice to meet you, Sam.”

Natasha stepped forward, pushing Sam out the door. “Ignore him, he thinks he’s a ladies man.” She held her hand out and grinned. “Natasha, but you probably guessed that. Impressive work in there. We’ll be in good hands, I see.”

“Thanks, Natasha. I’ll do my best to live up to the hype.” She bowed her head. 

The next man gave her a nod and a smile. “Clint Barton. Hawkeye. If you need any arrows, I’m your guy.”

Evie smirked as she shook his hand. “Evie. If you need your arrows to do anything special, I’m your girl.”

The other red haired female approached with a shy smile. “I’m Wanda. If you need any help with, well, anything... just let me know.”

“Thanks, Wanda. I appreciate it.” Evie returned her smile with as much warmth as she could. 

Finally, Bucky and Steve approached together. Steve’s eyes were encouraging as he said, “You’ll do great, Evie. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with. It’s all far above my pay grade anyways.”

“It sounds a lot more complicated than it actually is.” She shrugged. “I still haven’t met a problem I can’t crack with an all-nighter and a large pizza.”

Steve chuckled, but Bucky didn’t crack. He remained more reserved, his intense blue eyes studying her. “You did good,” he said simply.

Evie grinned, refusing to let his tough exterior shake her. “Thanks, Bucky. You too, Steve. Let’s keep this team alive, shall we?”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a half-smile, while Steve chuckled again. “That’s the plan,” he said, nodding as they followed the others out of the room.

The last two remaining, Tony clapped Evie on the shoulder. “You did great, Red. Now, go crack those codes and make us proud.”

Evie smirked. “You got it, boss.”

She felt a surge of excitement as she headed back to her lab, tablet in hand. One hand already scrolling through the files on the tablet and the other opening Doordash to order coffee and dinner for the evening, she fought the grin threatening to break onto her face. This was what she had been waiting for –– a chance to prove herself and make a real difference. This was just the beginning.

______________

As they stepped into the hall, leaving Evie and Tony alone in the briefing room, Steve and Bucky lingered for a moment. Natasha, noticing their distraction, sidled up to them with a smirk.

"Hey, super soldiers," she called, causing them both to stop and turn. "You two need to pick your jaws up off the floor before the next briefing. Might miss something important."

Steve shot her a puzzled look. "What are you talking about, Nat?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb, Rogers. You both were practically drooling over Evie during the meeting."

Bucky crossed his arms, his expression turning defensive. "We're professionals. We were just... impressed by her skills."

"Yeah, sure," Natasha replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm the Queen of England."

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's just... different. Sharp, confident, and... seems to be on top of things."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Different, huh? Or maybe just the first woman in a while who’s made you both feel something?"

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. "Look, Nat, we're here to do a job. We’re professionals."

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. "Just don't let your professionalism turn into avoidance. You might miss out on something good." She gave them a final teasing glance before walking away, leaving Steve and Bucky standing in the hallway.

Steve turned to Bucky, a small smile playing on his lips. "She's got a point, you know."

Bucky huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just focus on the mission for now."

______________

A few hours and an extended training session later, Steve and Bucky sat in the living room of their floor, the events of the day still weighing heavily on their minds as they decompressed. The routine was essentially the same every night. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the large windows, casting a warm hue over the modern, sleek furnishings of the common room –– none of which had been picked out by them. They suspected Pepper was the culprit, turning both residential floors into five-star resort level atmospheres, despite the whole team insisting it wouldn’t be necessary. The air was filled with a calm that came from years of friendship, each comfortable in the other's presence and the silence. Clint had flown back home to be with his family, leaving only Steve, Bucky, and Sam on their floor for the night. Occasionally, a few members of the team would stay while they were in New York, but for the most part –– this floor only housed the three of them. Natasha and Wanda had the smaller, but slightly nicer floor upstairs. 

Steve reached for the remote, flipping through channels before settling on highlights from the Yankees game earlier that evening. Bucky, his left arm glinting slightly in the dim light, leaned back into the plush couch, his eyes half-closed.

"Crazy day, huh?" Steve finally broke the silence, his voice low.

"Yeah," Bucky replied, his tone contemplative. "The new girl, Evie... she's something else."

Steve nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "That, she is. But she's definitely got the brains for this kind of work. Tony really picked a good one. It’s just…what are the odds?"

As if on cue, Sam strolled into the room, towel around his neck from a late-night workout. He grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and joined them, flopping down into an armchair.

"Hey, guys," Sam greeted, taking a swig of water. "You talking about the briefing?"

Steve chuckled. "Among other things. What about you? How was your workout?"

Sam shrugged. "Same old, same old. Just trying to keep up with you super soldiers." He glanced at the TV and grinned. "Really, Steve? Still making excuses for the Yankees?"

Steve rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "It’s in my blood, Sam. You should appreciate the loyalty."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam laughed. "So, what's the verdict on the new girl? She seemed pretty confident today. Kept up with Stark, that’s a first."

Bucky spoke up. "She’s... impressive. Definitely knows her stuff."

Steve nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she’s got guts. And she’s quick. I think she’s gonna be a real asset to the team."

“She’s not bad on the eyes, either.” Sam leaned back, a teasing glint in his eye as he ignored the way both of their heads snapped to look at him. "The way you both were staring her down? Don’t think I didn’t notice."

Steve felt a slight flush rise to his cheeks, while Bucky just scowled. "Come on, Sam," Steve protested. "We’re professionals."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Sure, Cap. Professionals who couldn’t take their eyes off her."

Bucky grunted, crossing his arms. "It’s not like that."

"Whatever you say," Sam replied with a smirk. "Just don’t let it mess with your heads. We’ve got a job to do."

Steve sighed, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "We know. It’s just... a long story."

"A long story? Didn’t you just meet her Monday?" Sam asked, genuinely curious.

Steve glanced at Bucky, who gave a slight nod. "It's more complicated than that," Steve started. "We…knew her grandmother."

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "Her grandmother? You mean back in the day, in the 40s?"

Bucky nodded, his gaze distant as if recalling a memory. "Yeah. Genevieve, Ginny. She was... special."

Steve continued, "Ginny was one of a kind. Smart, beautiful, fierce. She could hold her own in any situation, and she had a heart of gold. Bucky and I... well, we both fell for her. I think she knew that. She didn’t want to choose, so she didn’t. We tried to ignore our feelings for her and…it got messy.”

Sam leaned forward, intrigued. "So, what happened?"

“She knew there was nothing we wouldn’t do for her.” Bucky sighed, his tone somber. "It nearly tore us apart. We both wanted to be with her, and for a while, it felt like we were competing against each other instead of being the friends we had always been."

Steve nodded, the weight of the memory evident in his eyes. "It was rough. We almost let our feelings for her ruin our friendship. But in the end, we both went off to war and Ginny chose someone else. We had to move on, but we never really got closure. Just…time."

Sam frowned slightly, piecing together their history. "And now, with Evie...?"

“She’s the spitting image of Ginny.” Steve shook his head. “It’s uncanny.”

Bucky looked at Steve, then back at Sam. "Evie... she reminds us so much of Ginny. It’s like seeing a ghost from our past, but in a good way. She's got that same fire, the same brilliance. Same attitude."

Steve added, "But we know we can’t let history repeat itself. We can't afford to let our personal feelings get in the way of a mission or our friendship."

Sam nodded slowly, understanding dawning on his face. "So that's why you two were so tense today."

"Yeah," Bucky admitted. "It’s just... a lot to process."

Steve gave a small smile. "But we’ll figure it out. We always do."

Sam grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Well, at least now I understand why you two were acting like schoolboys hiding a boner under the table. Just make sure you keep it together. We've got a mission to focus on, and you two are at least thirty percent of the muscle on the team."

“Only thirty percent?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

"We will," Steve assured him, ignoring Bucky. "We’re not going to let this interfere with the job. Evie’s an important part of the team, and she’s not her grandmother. She probably doesn’t even know about the history, so we’re going to keep it that way."

"Good to hear," Sam said, standing up. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get some shut-eye. Got an early morning run tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late, you two."

"Night, Sam," they both echoed as he headed off to his room.

The quiet settled back over the common room, the movie playing softly in the background. Steve glanced at Bucky, who seemed lost in thought.

"Something on your mind, Buck?"

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just... thinking about how things used to be. How simple it all was. Now... everything’s different. Sometimes I miss the days when our biggest concern was sneaking into a theater."

Steve placed a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. "We’ll figure it out. Together. We always do."

Bucky nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, we will."

_________

The lab was quiet, save for the occasional hum of machinery and the soft clicking of keys. Evie sat hunched over her workstation, eyes glued to the screen as lines of code and complex algorithms filled her vision. She took a sip of her now-cold coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste but too engrossed to care. An open box of discarded pizza crusts sat to her left.

"Okay, Evie, you can do this," she muttered to herself, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Just crack the encryption, isolate the vulnerabilities, and implement the new protocols. Easy peasy."

She paused, glancing at the clock. 2:47 AM. Who needs sleep anyway? She sighed, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Her mind raced, running through various scenarios and solutions. The encryption used by Orpheus was unlike anything she'd seen before –– intricate, almost elegant in its complexity. It was ever evolving, so her solution had to be just as adaptable. 

"Come on, think," she urged herself, tapping her pen against her notebook. What would Tony do? Probably make a snarky comment and then just magically figure it out. But you're not Tony, you're Evie fucking Langston, and you've got this.

With renewed focus, she dove back into her work, her surroundings fading into the background. Hours passed in a blur of code, coffee, and the occasional burst of inspiration. By the time the first rays of dawn began to filter through the windows, she had made significant progress.

"Come on, come on…” she whispered, eyes burning from the strain but unwilling to stop as she willed her algorithm to work faster.

Finally, as the clock struck 6:00 AM, she leaned back, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Done. Take that, Orpheus." It wasn’t a complete solution, but she’d gotten close enough that she knew the rest would be a downhill slide. Her one track mind would finally allow her to rest with the end in sight.

She saved her work and stretched, feeling the exhaustion settle into her bones. Despite the fatigue, there was a sense of accomplishment that made it all worth it. Packing up her things, she slid the pizza box into the garbage and yawned. 

Time to catch a few hours of sleep. She told herself, heading towards the exit. Then back at it. 

As she stepped into the lobby, she almost collided with Sam, who was looking fresh and ready for a morning run.

"Hey, Evie," he greeted with a grin. "What are you doing in the lobby at this hour, and in yesterday's clothes no less?" He tsked as he looked her up and down.

Evie laughed, though it came out more like a groan. "It's the least fun walk of shame you'll ever see. Pulled an all-nighter and I'm about to head home for some shut-eye before work."

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You look dead on your feet. How far is your place?"

"About a 15-minute walk," she replied, already dreading the trek.

Sam shook his head. "Forget that. My place is just upstairs. You can crash on the couch in our common room. It's way easier than walking home and back."

Evie blinked, the offer taking a moment to process in her sleep-deprived brain. "You sure? I probably smell like reactor fusion from the lab."

"I don’t even know what that is but I guarantee our couch has seen worse," Sam insisted. "Come on, you need sleep, and I’ve got a perfectly good couch that beats walking home any day."

"Well, if you’re offering, I’ll take you up on it," she said, relief washing over her. "Thanks, Sam. You're a lifesaver."

They took the elevator up to his floor, and Sam led her into the common room he shared with Steve and Bucky. The room was spacious and comfortable, with a large couch taking center stage.

"Make yourself at home," Sam said, grabbing a blanket from a nearby closet and tossing it onto the couch. "I’m heading out for my run, so you’ll have the place to yourself for a bit."

"Thanks, Sam," Evie said again, sinking onto the couch and pulling the blanket over her. "I owe you one."

"I’ll remember that," Sam replied with a smile. "Get some rest, genius."

With that, he headed out, leaving Evie to kick off her sneakers and curl up on the couch. As soon as her head hit the cushion, she was out like a light, her exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Steve and Bucky woke up later than usual, having decided to skip their morning run in favor of a longer sparring session planned for the afternoon. Steve was the first to step out of his room, heading towards the kitchen for his usual morning coffee. As he rounded the corner into the common room, he froze.

There, curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her chin, was Evie. 

Bucky emerged from his room across the hall a moment later, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Mornin," he muttered, then stopped in his tracks when he saw what Steve was staring at. "Is that... Evie?"

"Looks like it," Steve whispered back, his voice tinged with confusion and concern. 

Bucky leaned over to get a closer look, confirming it was indeed Evie fast asleep. "What the hell is she doing here?"

Steve pulled out his phone, scanning his messages. "Hold on... I’ve got a text from Sam."

He showed the message to Bucky, which read: "Left a surprise for you on the couch. Good luck!"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"Shhh," Steve hushed him, pointing at Evie. "Don't wake her up. She looks like she needs the rest."

"Well, what do we do?" Bucky whispered back. "We can't just leave her here."

Steve thought for a moment. "Let's just get our coffee, quietly, and let her sleep. We can figure it out once she's up."

Bucky nodded, and they snuck into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. As they moved around, they whispered their conversation.

"I’m gonna kill Sam," Bucky said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Less than twelve hours after we tell him we want to keep things professional and he plants her on our couch.”

Steve shook his head, laughing sheepishly. "And she's going to wake up to us watching her."

"He was right about one thing, though. She's not bad on the eyes," Bucky added, taking a sip of his coffee.

Steve shot him a look. "Really? That's where your mind goes right now?"

Bucky shrugged. "Just saying."

They continued their whispered conversation until they heard a soft groan from the couch. Evie stirred, slowly waking up. She blinked a few times, trying to get her bearings, then noticed the two super soldiers standing in the kitchen, coffee mugs in hand, watching her with mildly alarmed

"Morning, sunshine," Steve said, unable to hide his grin.

Evie sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I smell coffee."

“Nose of a bloodhound.” Bucky gave a smile smile and turned, pouring her a cup before walking across the room to hand it to her. She looked up at him with tired eyes and accepted graciously. 

��My hero. What time is it?” 

"A little before 8," Steve replied, chuckling. "Rough night?"

"You could say that," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair. "Pulled an all-nighter in the lab. Sam found me in the lobby and headed back to my place and offered me the couch."

"Sam did mention something about leaving us a surprise," Steve said with a laugh.

Evie grinned. "You should write him a thank you note."

Bucky changed the subject, "How are you feeling? You looked pretty out of it."

"Like I stayed up all night crouched in front of a bright screen in a dark room," Evie admitted, stretching. "But the couch is surprisingly comfortable. Thanks for letting me crash here."

Steve smiled warmly. "Anytime. You know, you're the first person to sleep on our couch. It's kind of a big deal."

Evie raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I get a prize or something?"

Steve chuckled. "How about some breakfast?"

She grinned. "Now you're talking."

[imaginedreamwrite]

I miss LD, so for Free Space CC here is my idea. Stucky are out of town for work, but promised Reader to return before Christmas. She is managing the club as usual under supervision of nannies bodyguards. One day after she finished the work and got in the car which would bring her home, the driver turned from the usual route. Reader starts panicking, because driver doesn't answer her requests to tell her wtf is going on and bodyguards' only answer is 'this is order of Mr. Rogers and Mr. Banners.' She calls them to ask them why is she being kidnapped. Turns out this is her first early Christmas gift - they rented a cozy cabin to spend holidays. There are a few more early Christmas gifts waiting her in the cabin 😏

Christmas countdown day 22 — Free space (I got nothing)

Your business as usual attitude, while Steve and Bucky were gone, had slipped the moment you recognized a different path being taken than usual. You had shut off your phone and slipped it back into your pocket, leaned forward and stared at one bodyguard then the next.

“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Your new guards had remained stoic and silent, and you were too tired to put up with their shit tonight.

You were missing Steve and Bucky, and their guarantee to be back before Christmas was looking dimmer and dimmer. In their absence you were busy running things smoothly and without large failures, both as a means to keep your mind off their departure and to give yourself something to do.

“Some insight would be nice.” You scoffed at their silence and prepared yourself to verbally tear into the guards and the driver when a half-assed answer was given.

“This is an order from Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes.” The driver had finally relayed the information to you yet it didn’t bring you any satisfaction.

You were more angry than not and had yanked your phone out of your pocket angrily dialling Steve’s number. You didn’t give either one of them a moment to speak, you had immediately jumped on the offensive.

“If you wanted to get rid of me there are easier ways than kidnapping me.“ your snark wasn’t just aimed at them but the driver and your babysitters, your tone of voice coming across as rightfully bitchy.

“Have you heard of the twelve days of Christmas, sweetheart? Welcome to day 1.”

“Day 1? Day what-“ the vehicle had come to a stop and just beyond a fence was their private jet being prepared for a flight.

“On the first day of Christmas my alphas gave to me…a chalet winter getaway. Get your ass in the jet and get here, we’re horny and we miss you.” Bucky had stolen the phone from Steve, relating the second message. “And put on what’s in the carryon.”

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Steve loves to brag about his job. It makes you glow from the inside out that he would take as much pride as he does in your safekeeping, though if you’re being honest sometimes you worry he takes pride in your position more than anything.

“You are a very important person,” he says, hand not touching your back but its phantom heat lingering there anyhow. “A literal VIP. Do you know what that makes me?”

“What, Steve?” you ask, trying not to sound sick to your stomach.

Steve opens the door for you before you can even think about touching the handle. “That makes me a BVIP.”

“A bitchy ventriloquist in prison?” you ask.

You impress yourself with your quick thinking. Steve isn’t so easily moved.

“What? No. A bodyguard of a very important person.”

“No,” you gasp, monotonous.

Silent as ghosts, two additional bodyguards join your procession down the gravel driveway and into an unmarked SUV.

Steve puts his hand on the roof of the car to make sure you can’t bump your head, and then he slides in beside you. Any professionalism has been worn away by months of this deft joking between you both, and his lean thigh presses heavy against your own. That’s not to say Steve isn’t good at his job. He's actually great at his job, as proven last week during your first official attack where he had defended you easily.

You’ve been a ball of nerves since. He'd suggested this trip to the hairdressers as a way for you to slide slowly back into your routine.

“Get your hair done,” he’d said succinctly. “Get your confidence back.”

Your hair is the least of your worries, and hours in a straight backed chair sounds like torture, but Steve had assured his presence. Promised to be within arm's reach if that was what was gonna get you back outside.

“Your bruise is a fascinating shade of purple today,” you remark. You deflect as he does with sarcasm. Before you’d met you’d hardly made jokes, and now you’re being a smartass near constantly to match his energy. He makes you laugh, and you like this new side of you almost as much as you like him.

“You like it? Thought it matched my eyes.”

You follow up his pretty cheeks to fact check. He has gorgeous eyes, brown and warm and edged in the dark straight lashes that beg to be touched.

“Definitely.”

He laughs without looking at you, eyes on the windshield. He watches the drivers every movement.

“Steve,” you hedge.

He leans toward you to show he’s listening.

There’s no privacy in the car, but you’ve virtually no privacy in your whole life. You’ve learned to cling to the fallacies of it; the other guards present can’t hear what you’re saying because they’re looking out either window.

Untrue, but it helps.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask.

He turns toward you a little more, eyes stuck to the windshield but face close enough that he could lean forward an inch and kiss you if he wanted to. “Hundred percent.”

You nod because you trust him and try to ignore the nausea rolling around in your stomach. Steve eases his thigh into yours a little bit more. You tell yourself it’s accidental. These days you can’t tell.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

You listen to the tires chew up asphalt for a while, wondering if he forgot he was talking.

“You know my friend Robin?”

You bite your lip. Wincing, you say, “Yeah, what about her?”

You know all about Robin. Steve can barely shut up about her. You’d probably really like her if she didn’t make you so jealous.

“She moved into an apartment this week like ten minutes away from mine.”

Your chest tightens. You hate yourself, your envy childish and unfounded. Steve isn’t your anything, and his best friend who he is obviously crazy about doesn’t deserve your mean thoughts. Hilarious Robin, pretty Robin.

“That’s good. She was living in uh- The town where you grew up, right? Does she like Indianapolis?”

“She hates it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Steve chuckles and finally gives you a second of eye contact. “Her girlfriend loves it though. And I love that she’s here. Win-win. Well, for me and Nance.”

You laugh and you’re breathless, all your shameful jealousy and anxiety dissipating like smoke by a rolled down window. “Robin has a girlfriend?” you ask, sounding definitely too happy.

Again, a brief second of eye contact. This one feels much less of a treasure than the first. More like he’s judging you. Like he can see straight through you.

“Only for the last five years.”

“Shit,” you say. “Five years? That must be awesome.”

He nudges you gently. “I wouldn’t know. My longest relationship didn’t make one.”

You don’t know what to say or how to smile. It sucks that he hasn’t found the one for him. It doesn’t suck for you. Sorry, Steve.

Only when you’re pulling up outside of the hairdressers do you stop to wonder why he brought it up.

He could tell you were having a meltdown, you think to yourself scornfully. There is literally no other reason, there will never be another reason.

But why specify that Robin has a girlfriend? He’s never specified before.

He didn’t specify.

You almost walk into Steve’s back as opens the door to the salon for you. He takes your distraction for worry, and he pulls you gently aside.

“Listen. You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right? I’m here, nobody is gonna get close to you.” He smiles, pearly top teeth peeking out. “Didn’t let them last time, did I?”

He doesn’t understand that that’s the whole problem. “Steve, you still have a bruise the size of a tangerine.”

“And I’ll be right as rain in a week.”

You kid yourself that his hand strokes down your arm as he lets go of you.

“C’mon, princess. Let’s do something about that hair,” he jokes.

“Jerk.”

“For sure.”

Jerk he may be, but a couple of hours later when your hair is freshly done and you’re ready to nap for hours, he fawns over you. “You look beautiful,” he says, without a drop of sarcasm.

“Thanks, Stevie.”

He’s pink in the cheeks by the time you reach the car.

“Are you okay?” you ask worriedly. “You look peaky.”

“Waited so long for you my stomach started eating itself. Quick, get in the jeep before it moves on to my small intestine.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Wanna Start a Fight

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy)

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: Maybe agreeing to let your mothers throw you an engagement party wasn’t the best idea…

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, kinda public sex, car sex, mentions of m/m sex, mentions of m receiving oral sex), misogyny, blink and you’ll miss it homophobia, gross ex boyfriend, Steve’s a dick, Ari’s a little bitchy but in a fun-ish way, fist fight, overbearing families, WASPs being WASPs, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Welp, as promised, y’all are gonna hate Steve, the man is a massive cunt.

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“Why did we agree to do this?” Ransom whined into your neck as you kept slowly riding him in the driver’s seat of the beemer, his eyes drifting towards the packed country club until you grabbed his jaw so you could tug at his lips with your own.

“Because I’m hoping if we let your mother throw her big society party now, she won’t try to take over the guest list for the wedding.” You slid your tongue between his lips and purred when he let out a low moan and wrapped his arms around you, rolling your hips into his lap and sighing when he rocked his pelvis up to meet yours. “And if all these snobs want to give us money and expensive presents for a couple hours of schmoozing, after which we never have to see them again, even better.”

“Fine.” He bit at your jaw and chuckled when you dug your nails into his scalp. “Think they’ll still want to give you presents when you’re walking around with my cum dripping out of you all night?”

“Those dirty old white men?” You grinned as you leaned closer to bite at his ear when you felt him starting to lose it, his fingers drawing bruises where they were digging into your hips so he could grind into your clit and bring you there with him. “They’d probably love it, might even try to buy me away from you.”

“Well, too bad for them, you’re not for sale.” Ransom growled when he dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, panting as he throbbed inside of you until he was filling you up with a low groan. “Mine.”

“Just yours, pup.” A shiver of pleasure traveled up your spine as you melted into him, your arms curling around his neck as he planted kisses along the underside of your chin and made soft, pleasant sounds into your skin. “Let’s go schmooze it up…shit!”

“What are you two doing in there?” You couldn’t see Ari’s face through the fogged up windows, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, rolling your eyes as you climbed off Ransom after giving him a peck on the lips and opening the door into the chuckling bear outside while Ran tucked himself back in. “Your car smells like sex, Drysdale.”

“That’s what we were going for.” Ransom beamed at Ari when he rose out of the car and the man gave him a kiss on the cheek, ignoring you when you rolled your eyes at the two of them. “Thanks for coming.”

“Yeah, thank you.” You hummed when Ari pressed a swift kiss to your lips before all three of you started heading inside. “We should really keep this PDA up, I bet the stuffed shirts will love it.”

“Yeah, well my pan, Jewish ass is paying out of the nose for a membership to this place, so they can suck a whole bag of dicks.” Ari shrugged when you gave him a small frown. “But I know you want to appease the future in laws, so I’ll keep it toned down, since I missed the fun engagement party.”

“Well, let’s not make any rash promises here.” Ransom yelped when Ari gave him a smack on the ass right before you started heading up the steps. “If these assholes get on our nerves enough I might need someone to suck my dick.”

“Incorrigible, the both of you.” You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them when Ari gave Ransom’s shoulder a squeeze, grabbing Ran’s hand and kissing his knuckles before taking a deep breath as you headed inside. “Your dick’s already wet, but if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you sit on your boyfriend’s face when we get home. Remember why we’re here.”

“Money, presents, appeasing the mothers.” Ransom kissed your hair and groaned softly when you gave his hand a squeeze, turning his attention to the woman who was scurrying up to you with a strained smile on her face. “Hi Anne…”

“Hey, did you review the guest list?” Anne looked a little frazzled, and it was putting your hackles up.

“No, why?” You looked around when she took a shaky breath, finding someone who looked vaguely familiar across the room that made you pause. “Is that Buck… no!”

“Yeah, apparently your mom had some people she wanted to invite, too.” Anne gave a nervous laugh when the two men with you found what had you looking ready to commit murder and realization dawned on their faces.

“Goddamn it, I can’t deal with this, someone bring me a drink, not you.” You clutched at Ransom when he started to head to the bar, Ari giving you a brief nod before heading in his place while he gave a murderous glare to the giant blonde who was stalking towards you. “I need you.”

“Hey doll.” Your lips pulled back from your teeth in as close to a smile as you could muster when Steve finally reached you, fighting not to snarl when he bent to kiss your cheek and completely ignored the tension. “You look great.”

“Steve.” You relaxed your grip on Ransom’s hand when you heard him give a small grunt of pain. “You really thought it would be appropriate to come here after those messages you sent me?”

“I don’t know what messages you’re talking about.” Like he hadn’t called you a vindictive cunt once you’d posted a picture of the ring. “Been having trouble with my account security lately, they're working on it.”

“Awesome, so you’re gaslighting too, now.” You scoffed and leaned into Ransom when you heard him make a soothing noise low in his throat. “Just keep getting better and better.”

“Don’t cause a scene now, sweetie.” Steve’s jaw ticked with barely contained glee when he saw your nostrils flare at the pet name, his face falling just a little when Ari got back with your drink and gave him a pointed stare. “Levinson, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, well I tend to avoid hanging around bastards with fragile egos if I can help it.” Ari stood close to you as he frowned at Steve and crossed his arms, shaking his head when you shot him a scolding glare over your shoulder.

“Sure ya do, you gonna introduce me to your fiancé or are we having a staring contest?” Steve’s grin was predatory when he turned to Ransom and held out his hand expectantly. “Steve Rogers.”

“Ransom Drysdale.” Ransom didn’t like the way Steve’s eyes kept lingering on your face while he shook his hand, swallowing the pained noise he almost made when the larger man squeezed his hand harder than necessary and rolling his eyes.

“Never thought anyone would be able to tie this girl down, she always was a wild one.” Steve was completely ignoring Ransom now, stepping into your space and lowering his voice to a low purr that was making you want to scratch his eyes out. “I always had fun trying to break you though, doll, remember?”

“I remember breaking you a couple times, Steve.” If he was gonna be filthy, you had no problem giving it right back to him. “Didn’t you always beg me like a bitch whenever you had to leave for your training weekends?”

“God, still got a nasty little mouth.” Steve’s fist clenched at his side, his eyes narrowing as he glowered at you and missed the way Ransom and Ari’s posture changed like they were about to jump him. “Maybe I should show your man here the best way to shut you up.”

“Ok, that’s enough.” You felt Ari and Ransom shift when Steve leaned even closer to you and managed to get yourself in between the three men before anything started, letting out a deep sigh when you placed a hand on Ransom’s chest and saw his jaw ticking with barely restrained aggression. “We have other assholes we need to talk to, enjoy the bar, Steve.”

“I’m gonna kick that smug bastard’s ass.” Ransom fought you a little when you pushed him away from Steve, who gave you a dirty wink before finally turning away.

“Ok, let’s not start a fight if we can help it.” You finally got him into a corner and pressed your body close to his, brushing your lips over his throat and humming softly until you felt him relax. “I definitely wanna get the fuck out of here though, so maybe we should divide and conquer the whales so that can happen sooner.”

“Yeah, fine.” He leaned down so he could nuzzle into your hair and breathed deeply. “Should we yell at the meddlers now or at the end of the night?”

“End of the night.” You were going to lay into your mother, you could not believe she invited Steve. “And don’t let that douchebag corner you, he’ll do his best to provoke you into doing something stupid.”

“Alright.” He tilted your head back with three fingers under your chin and gently molded his lips to yours, barely tracing their curve with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and sighing. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You gave him a squeeze before releasing him, smiling softly when he ran his fingers through his hair as he walked off. “Remember, it’s just one night! One long ass night.”

After the fifth person called you dear you were already over the whole thing, wondering why you hadn’t gone with your instincts and told your mom and Linda to shove it when they had foisted this little idea. You should have known the two of them wanting to work together to do something for you and Ransom was going to be a pain in the ass, those two working in tandem was sure to be nothing but a massive headache. Thank god Anne was there to keep you supplied with gin and tonics and pull you away for some fake thing whenever she noticed your jaw clenching when someone mentioned how they never thought Ransom would have settled down with someone like you, or made some passive aggressive comment about not being invited to the wedding. Ari was doing the same for Ransom, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you saw him pull your fiancé away from some blue hair when his face started turning red and his mouth worked soundlessly.

It was a relief you didn’t run into Steve again, you thought for sure he would have just been waiting to corner you and make disgusting innuendos about how much better he would be for you than Ransom.

“Hey doll.” You jumped at the nickname, turning whip fast and being fully prepared to tell Steve to go fuck himself until you got a look at who was speaking.

“Buck, oh my god!” You laughed lightly as you wrapped your arms around him for a warm embrace. “Did you come here with that asshole?”

“Yeah, he didn’t want to listen when I told him this was a spectacularly bad idea.” Bucky gave you a peck on the cheek before letting you go. “I had planned on chaperoning so he didn’t try to rile shit up, but of course that sneaky fucker managed to ditch me almost right away.”

“I still don’t know why you bother, Buck.” Yeah you did, he was hopelessly in love with the douchebag, not that he’d ever admit it to himself or anyone else. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s not like he seems especially keen on changing.”

“I know. Can’t help but try though.” Bucky sighed as he leaned on the wall next to you. “Look at you, though, getting married. Can’t wait to meet the man who managed that.”

Ransom watched you talk to the brunette from across the room, happy to see you smiling but over having to talk to these stuck up assholes. Your parents' friends were almost as bad as the blue bloods his mother was constantly ass kissing, at least three of them had the nerve to scold him when they found out you two were already living together even though you weren’t married yet. He almost told the last one about the white room just to see if he could get the old bat’s wig to fly off, but Ari had pulled him away with an almost grin before he had the chance.

Now Ari was off using the bathroom and Ransom finally had a second to himself, sinking into one of the barstools and enjoying his scotch. At least for a moment.

“You know, I could smell the cum on her as soon as I kissed that pretty little cheek.” Ransom ground his teeth together when Steve managed to sneak up on him, glaring at him sideways as he took another gulp of scotch and tried to keep from letting this asshole get under his skin. “You fill up that sweet pussy before you walked in here with her, pretty boy?”

“Sure fucking did.” He hated this dude so much, he didn’t care how hot he was, couldn’t believe you would ever put up with his shit. “And I don’t like getting called pretty boy unless I’m getting fucked, you gonna fuck me, Rogers?”

“No wonder you two get along, you’ve got a nasty mouth too.” Steve growled as he stood over Ransom, tilting his head and giving him a once over before running a hand over his beard. “Maybe I should fuck you, only seems right I should ruin you after I wrecked that sweet little snatch for every other man. She even feel you when you’re inside her? Or does your little prick just slide right out? Or maybe you just have to fuck that perfect ass of hers for either of you to feel anything, not that I didn’t stretch that out too.”

“Jesus, you’re just full of class.” Ransom scoffed when he stood to face Steve, who still had a good four inches on him even when he was at his full height, not that he gave a fuck. “Dunno why you think you had such an impact on her, never even heard a thing about you until Anne brought you up.”

“Aww, worried ‘cause she kept me a secret?” Steve didn’t back down at all when Ransom squared up to him, a menacing grin spreading across his face when Ransom just rolled his eyes.

“Don’t think it was a secret, just think you didn’t actually give it to her as good as you seem to think.” Ransom shrugged and tried not to chuckle when Steve grumbled at him.

“Then why’d she let me fuck that tight little pussy exclusively for three years?” That flush creeping up Steve’s neck was giving Ransom life. “Or, at least it was tight when I started.”

“It’s still nice and tight and warm now, and always so fucking wet.” Ransom grinned when Steve’s smile turned into a snarl, taking another sip of scotch as he gave the blonde a smug look. “And all fucking mine, and it’s only been a year. Does that just fucking kill you?”

“What kills me is that that perfect, ripe cunt that was fucking made for me is gonna be wasted on some spoiled rich boy.” Steve stepped right into Ransom’s space as he growled at him, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to get his upper hand back. “Bet she just walks all over you. Shoulda known she’d end up with some soft little spineless pussy who can’t keep her in line when she decided to be Levinson’s hag after she left me.” Steve preened when Ransom hissed at the jab at you and Ari both. “But I’m the only one who knows what she needs, and that’s to get fucked on all fours like the good little bitch she is…”

He shouldn’t have called you a bitch.

You swore when you heard the screams and turned to see Steve reeling back before regaining his feet and snarling at Ransom, you and Bucky both sprinting towards the two of them when Steve grabbed Ransom’s collar and slammed his fist into his ribs. Ransom may have caught him off guard with the first hit, but Steve was fast, Ransom only managed to land a couple more hits before Steve was slapping his hands aside and ramming his head into his face. Ari came out of nowhere and yanked them apart right before you and Bucky reached them and you could have sobbed with relief, if Steve had managed to get Ran off his feet he would’ve killed him.

“Get the fuck off me, Buck, I’m fine!” Steve roared at Bucky when his friend shoved him away from where you were holding up Ransom and inspecting his blood smeared face, Ari standing in front of the two of you with a challenging look on his face that made Steve sneer. “That prick hit me first. You want some too, Levinson?”

“Oh, I would love to kick your ass again, Rogers.” Ari rolled his shoulders with a lazy smirk as he moved to keep Steve back when he took a menacing step towards you and Ransom that Bucky managed to hold him back from at the last second. “You got a hold on your boy, Barnes?”

“Yeah, we’re leaving.” Bucky managed to shoot you a look full of regret before shoving Steve towards the door, ignoring his protests and shaking his head at the man. “Goddamn it, Steve.”

“Baby, why the fuck would you do that?” You took the napkins Ari handed you and wiped the blood from around Ransom’s mouth.

“He called you a bitch.” Ransom winced when you prodded at his nose to see if anything was broken. “I almost had him.”

“You call me a bitch all the time.” You smiled at him softly when he gave you a small pout. “And you did not almost have him, that man could have killed you. What if he’d brought his secret service detail with him? You think I’m gonna wait for you if you get sent to federal prison?”

“What on earth was that?” You rolled your eyes when your mother came scurrying up with watery eyes and an offended look on her face. “This was supposed to be a nice evening, I can’t believe you let this brute of a man beat poor Steve.”

“Poor Steve?” You scoffed at her and helped Ransom to his feet, cooing when he swayed a little and let out a pained groan. “Mom, you know what, Steve called me a bitch. Shocking I know.” You rolled your eyes when she gasped dramatically and put her hand over her heart, your father standing behind her and frowning at your use of the curse word. “Guess what, that is not even close to the worst thing he ever called me, not to mention the horrible things he said about me to his friends after we broke up, I’d hate to see your reaction to those. And yeah, maybe I should have told exactly what happened, but I guess I hoped that as your daughter, you would have trusted me when I told you he wasn’t the person you thought he was and that breaking things off with him was the best decision I ever made, instead of repeatedly trying to force me back together with him. So if you can’t get that through your heads, fine, we’re done. If you can bring yourselves to apologize for the way you’ve treated me and my fiancé, who despite what you may think of him, I am ridiculously in love with, then maybe I’ll consider letting you come to the wedding. Otherwise, goodbye. Ari, could you be a dear and put all these people off? We’re going home.”

“Course I can, gorgeous. Y/M/N, Y/F/N, always so pleasant seeing you.” Ari nodded tersely at your dumbstruck parents before turning to the crowd that was trying desperately to act like they weren’t trying to eavesdrop on your conversation. “Sorry folks, the happy couple is gonna head out, you know how unexpected violence can take the wind out of a good party.”

“You gonna give Linda a lecture, too?” Ransom nodded towards where his mother was watching the two of you like a hawk, grunting when your hand brushed over his ribs and pain shot through him.

“Later, I want to get you home and put some ice on you.” You helped Ransom hobble to the beemer and loaded him into the passenger seat, sighing as you climbed into the driver’s side and started the car. “Keep your head tilted back in case your nose starts up again, don’t need to hear you complaining about blood stains in your precious baby.”

Ransom’s whole body hurt once his adrenaline had gone down, wincing every time you hit a bump or took a sharp turn and it jostled him. He had to lean almost all his weight on you when you arrived back at the house and headed inside, groaning when you got him settled in his chair and went to the kitchen to get some ice.

“Now we’ve both gotten in fist fights at society parties, what a pair we are.” Ransom tried to give you a smile when you got back with the ice, but his face was in too much pain for it to look like anything other than a grimace.

“Uh-huh, one key difference, I actually won my fight.” You kissed the top of his head when you pressed the ice to his ribs, chuckling when he tried to roll his body into your touch and groaned when it hurt more than he’d expected. “None of that, I don’t need you injuring yourself further just because you think you need an orgasm. I’ll invite Ari over tomorrow and we’ll both suck your dick since you defended my honor.”

“Yeah, ok.” Ransom leaned his head on your chest when you sat on the armrest next to him. “Did Ari really kick Steve’s ass? Was it as hot as I’m picturing?”

“It was pretty fucking hot.” You grinned when he let out a tiny noise of arousal as he thought about it. “Now rest, dumbass.”

[moltolavoro]

@pluresque | ❛ did that sound bitchy? ❜ | nancy & steve

❛ a little bit, ❜ her tone is cool, gaze on the dash. nancy is very, very good at confrontation. she’s also very, very good at confrontation avoidance. because it’s complicated. everything is so stupidly complicated right now when it doesn’t need to be. jonathan cares about her. steve cares about her. she cares about both of them. but there’s this stupid, ridiculous divide in everything right now that nancy just doesn’t know how to reconcile. 

and it doesn’t help that steve clearly isn’t all that pleased with jonathan at the moment. and that jonathan doesn’t really like steve all that much either. so she’s in the middle, between someone she’s loved for two years, and someone she’s loved for just a little bit longer, but with far less stability. throw in a highly traumatic event that had stripped away all of nancy’s defences and now they’re...here. 

because nancy had woken up from a nightmare and called steve out of pure instinct, and he’d half-mentioned jonathan and she’d said something about how he was busy and steve had said something like ‘ too busy for this? ‘ and nancy had turned herself off. no reason for it. she sits with her knees up in his passenger seat, still wearing her pyjamas, and doesn’t look at him. ❛ can we not? talk about that right now, i mean. i just wanted - ❜ she breathes out, slowly. nancy has no idea how to finish that sentence.

she thinks about steve in the driver’s seat of that stolen motorhome talking about a cross-country roadtrip and six kids. and nancy would never in her life want six kids, and she still wants to go to college but he’d looked at her and said ‘ you’re a part of it ‘ and suddenly there was this...this future. this future that she’d imagined with jonathan once, that slips every time he tells her he’s still waiting on his letter. she doesn’t mind so much that he doesn’t want to go - she just...cares that he won’t tell her. won’t tell her why.

that’s the difference, really. steve cuts himself open and pulls out his heart for her. jonathan loves her from behind a glass wall. nancy doesn’t know how to put those two things together. and on night’s like this, where she can feel vecna’s tendrils sliding through her mind, none of it seems to matter anyway. ❛ i don’t know. thank you. for coming. ❜

[moonlit-imagines]

Relentlessly Ruthless

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n: god every request i get hits closer and closer to home and i love it. also i really like my title bc its sexy ??

prompt: anonymous: “hi can you do a Steve Harrington x reader imagine where she is a badass and she has gotten into fights before but this one is really bad and Steve Harrington finds her unconscious on the ground outside school.( not her boyfriend yet) and take her to his house and cleans her up and they end up getting close after that and falling in love. You can take it from there soooo ya if you don’t wanna do it you don’t have to. But if you do thanks.”

You just didn’t know when to quit, did you? You were notorious for your body count when it came to fighting. You were nearly undefeated, there was always one time or another you weren’t feeling it that day, it kept things interesting. It was one of those days. Just about the whole student body was gathered behind the school to watch you and some bitchy blonde duke it out, only the blonde decided to play dirty, brought a knife to a fist fight. Nobody seemed to call it when the knife came out, and you weren’t one to run from a fight. She was a mean little thing, got you right in the leg, weakening you greatly. She went in and started rolling punches until she hit you in the head with the handle of her knife and down you went. Unconscious and alone on the pavement outside of Hawkins High. Everyone had abandoned you after this girl cheated to best you.

Steve Harrington, King of your very own Hawkins High, had just exited the back doors of the gym when he found you lying on the ground. When he rolled you over, he realized you were bleeding. He wasn’t going to just leave you there, so he lifted you up and brought you to his shiny BMW. What’s a little blood on the back seat gonna hurt? He laid you flat in the back and got in the driver’s seat.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” He sighed. He wasn’t saying that to you, he was saying it to himself. He started the car and exited Hawkins High School’s little parking lot. Arrival to his house took about ten minutes. First, he rushed to his front double doors and opened them both up, then he pulled you from the car and carried you inside, kicking each door closed as he passed through. He dropped you onto the couch and went to get the first-aid kit. Unfortunately, you already had a hole and a pretty big bloodstain on your pants, so he just cut the pantleg off, making sure not to reveal too much of you.

He disinfected your stab wound. Thankfully, it wasn’t that deep. He poured some peroxide on it and wiped it down, repeating the process a few times, making you twitch some with each blow. Steve taped some gauze to your leg and went to go get a wet rag to clean the blood off your leg and face. While he was cleaning the red liquid from your face, you awoke. Confused as ever. Once you regained some kind of sense, you shot up and tried to get up on your own.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shouted. “Think you’re gonna take advantage of the girl who just got stabbed?” You tried to limp to the door, but Steve hurried over to block to door.

“Y/N, you’re hurt, please lie back down, I’m just trying to help.” He pleaded calmly. You looked down at the wound that had been inflicted a few hours before.

“Where is the left side of my pants?” You asked, fists balling.

“She stabbed right through them, I needed to patch up the open wound. You bled on everything.” He explained. You rubbed the top of your head. “What’s wrong?”

“She knocked me out with the handle of her knife.” You told him. He led you back to the couch and helped you down.

“I’ll get you some ice, if you want, you can shower and wash the rest of the blood off. I have extra clothes.” He informed you from the kitchen. He came back to the couch and handed you a makeshift ice pack, then leaned down next to you. You kissed his cheek and he started to mildly panic.

“Thanks, Steve.” You smiled weakly through the pain.

—————

You and Steve showed up to school together the next day, then the day after that, and the week after, and the one after that. You had become an item and that blonde that knocked you down was wishing she was the one Steve took home that night. You and Steve became a power couple of Hawkins High. He started fights and you finished them. He was like your lucky charm. Every fight you got into, you exited triumphantly. Nothing could stop you. Even Little Miss Switchblade came back for seconds, you ended up clocking her and taking her daddy’s knife that she stole. Just a token of victory, no big deal.

Your boyfriend, Steve, and you were unstoppable. Never have they seen such a perfect pair. You were the warrior of your high school, defending King Steve’s honor on several occasions. When Billy Hargrove showed up, things got a little tense. You were prepared to deck him in the jaw at any time.

“Well, hey there, baby.” Billy leaned onto your desk.

“I’m not your baby.” You flipped the page of your textbook.

“No, but you could be.” He suggested and you a single “hah” and got on with your work.

“I don’t think so, Billy.” Steve stood behind him with his arms crossed.

“Oh, so this is your bitch, Harrington?” Billy nodded. “Alright, there you go.” He tapped Steve on the side of the arm.

“I’m nobody’s bitch, dickhead.” You stood up from your chair.

“Y/N, sit down, I’ve got this.” Steve warned.

“Can it, Steve. I can hold my own.” You growled. Billy inched towards you, waiting for a reaction. He wanted you to cower, but you stood like stone, eyes front and feet planted.

“Yeah, Steve, you’re princess doesn’t need saving.” Billy was reaching for your hand, but before he could, Steve spun him around by the shoulder and taught him a lesson. His fist connected to his jaw and all hell broke loose. You were almost disappointed, that was supposed to be your fight. You hopped onto the windowsill and witnessed the bland fight of the two boys on the floor. Everyone flocked around them and cheered for their chosen boy.

You were unamused, walking right past the couple and into the hallway. Where were all the goddamn teachers? Eh, who cares, you just didn’t want these idiots to get caught.

[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot<3

- YES BBG’s IT'S MY BOY LANCE

- he’s one of my fav characters u guys don't even KNOW

- like yah okay, i've only seen hiM FOR ONE EPISODE

- but he’s the light of my life

- and he may not even come back but he looks like a character that would come back especially if the fucking ep is named after him

-  oh damn, i sure hope he does

- and goes into arthurs posse of knights or whatever, replacing val

- or what valerie was gonna be

- idek, lets get to it bc i could go on for days just picturing lance as a main character while continuously expressing my love for him

- BUT NOTHING ELSE OBVIOUSLY BC THIS IS NOW A CATHOLIC WEBSITE

- tumblrs trynna urge me to go with them nasty thoughts

- you wish tumblr

- you WISH you can ban me

- u can't live without sucking dick >:(

- wow slow down shev... wow okay sorry. christianism. i forgot

- it got the best of me

- back to the episode!

- omg it's buckbeak why he making a cameo in merlin??

- my inner potterhead(uwu) is coming out i hate this

- bet you can't guess which house i'm in ;)

- it's fucking slytherin, it's literally so obvious

- hissshiss motherfuckers

- ew guys

- this is so hard to type considering my fucking ‘-’ button (called a dash for u furries who only see a face) is broken and i have to literally smash it to make it work, so i'm just insanely typing up the next dash by screaming at my keyboard that i can't fucking fix

- and i have so many dasHES TO DO!

- that made no sense bc yall aren't living in my socks at the moment

- BUT I'M DYING IT'S SO HARD TO JUST GET IT TO PRESS

- fuck it copy paste, my best friend, you always come when the time is needed

- LANCELOT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL

- lowkey looked like that guy from the 100 though

- but better

- nothing against baloney of course

- lancelot literally just introduced himself, the camera panned in onto his chest, then he proceeded to faint or some shit with the camera still zoomed on his chest, and merlin reached up to grab his shirt, probably to yank it the fuck off and the opening credits rolled up. wtf was that scene.

- WAIT I REWINDED IT

- it's not supposed to be a zoom in of his chest lmao, my hoe ass thought we had a little fanservice for a second, but there's a big mushroom-looking blood stain on his shirt which i guess is supposed to mean he's fucking dead so it's not all that confusing anymore

- when was he stabbed tho?

- whatever. shit always goes down in BBC that's often unexplainable.

- “it had claws, wings…” arthur stops his sentence melodramatically while uther looks terrified. “and.. what?” WHAT UTHER?? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?? YOU THINK ARTHURS  GONNA BE LIKE “FANGS, STEVE BUSCEMI'S EYEBALLS, DANNY DEVITO’S HAIRLINE, TALKS LIKE JOHN MULANEY?? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW, NOT WHAT I IMAGINED. FATHER”

- but no… livestock apparently

- that’s what uthers shocked by

- not that theres a fucking griffin living in his world

- wait theres magic, means theres magic creatures doy

- but still, even if we all had magic here, i think it would be a little shocking seeing a griffin come for buckingham palace randomly

- or i guess if youre reading this and are in america, in the white house

- oh and it took only people apparently

- i guess that’s a little more severe but i stand uncorrected

- they be having a wild time in the hippogriff’s house ;)

- honestly sounds like a fucked up hogawart house

- here we have slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and... *looks at smudged writing on hand* hippogriff

- okay, who tf has a dream of coming to camelot when it's the most feared place, with banned magic and an asshole king with his hot bitchy son and a sorcerer who just brings chaos to the land

- well i mean, me 

- bc of the hot bitchy son but whatever

- camelot? more like cameNOT

- arthur calls himself the ultimate killing machine like the edge lord he is

- ARTHUR FUCKING KO’D THE BITCH

- knee to the nose and all wtf man

- this is probably foreshadowing smth with the “only noble blood can swoosh like a knight” thing, like somethings gonna happen and poor people are gonna revolt and uthers gonna be like “GEEZ fine, okay, no nobles can become a knight”

- merlins such a shit stirer, telling lance he can be a knight and telling him arthur would love him when we really know whats gonna happen bc of that rule

- and here’s gaius like uhh u liar wtf, crushing lance’s dreams while merlins just like wtf gaius, live in the moment, we can do anything, this is OUR show

- literally their such good friends and have known each other for a solid 10 minutes only

- i'm not that big into beards but id love to rub my face on lance’s

- HOMEWORK IS MERLIN’S EXCUSE, MERLIN UR LIKE 20 IN A WORLD PROB WITHOUT HOMEWORK

- haha little fault there, or like a minor inconvenience which isn’t important but i like to pretend to be smart: middle ages or well the show’s era was more in “AD” (476-ish is the start of middle ages, while the arthurian legend is supposed to happen in the 5/6th century so yeah, technically 400/500 AD), and homework supposedly only started up in 1095 so BOOM BBC GOTCHA

- no, merlin’s not gonna perform magic right in front of the librarian

- does he not know the wrath of librarians???

- our librarian at school literally kicked everyone out of the library once for the whole semester because there was an apple core on the bookshelf. this was during exam week. do u know how much i wanted to kill the person who didn't admit to their mistakes and let everyone suffer. WE COULDN'T ENTER TO EVEN STUDY

- OH GOD, HE'S DOING IT MERLIN IS A FUCKING MESS

- gwen and lancelot are my favourite thing, i literally want them to be together by the next episode

- or the next one with lance

- WAIT LANCELOT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T HE BC I KNOW VAGUELY THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND AND LANCELOT WAS A KNIGHT WASN'T HE???? HE WAS A FUCKING KNIGHT AND ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEXT TO LIKE IDK BEDEVERE OR SMTH THIS IS AMAZING NEWS GUYS I LITERALLY COULD BE A DETECTIVE

- !!!! the only heto ship on this show i actually adore !!!!!!

- i mean i only love two things: merthur and glance

- idek what gwen and lance’s ship name is so its now glance

- merlin would be the best wingman for them by being gwens bestie

- “you can start by cleaning out the stables” *lance looks to merlin while merlin gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up* this fuckING DORK

- harry potter au where everything is the same but that grim reaper looking human creature in the prisoner of azkaban executing buckbeak is actually lancelot in the future 

- for symbolism purpose, not saying lance is like an animal killer but yknow

- same thing with the griffin yknow

- the two prettiest dudes in my world fighting against one another while sweat is glistening down their forheads is my new favourite aesthetic

- BUCKBEAK HAS COME

- oh wait no, people having been attacked by buckbeak have come

- netflix fucked up by subbing arthur as “orther” and i never laughed so hard

- don’t make me fucking laugh when there’s an ambush, netflix, this is not christian

- annd arthur’s pride is gone, and he goes up to chop lance’s fucking head off

- OH SHIT THAT TRANSITION THOUGH

- i'm so proud of my bb like genuinely so proud, lance deserves so much and here is is!! a knight!!

- MORGANA APPEARS THE LOML

- the three lomls in one room?? seriously bbc?? you really doing that to me?? for once im actually impressed and happy

- he's gonna get caught, i mean i KNOW that, but like it's still stressing out

- ewewewewewewewewewew

- arthur called morgana “isn't she so beautiful??” with a lovey dovey face pls don't lead this to that stepsibling porn bullshit i'm going to fucking puke

- i hated that shadowhunter bullshit like they seriously going to hit me with the indirect incest?? i was so done. i hated jace and clary, idc if theyre like the most popular couple, like wheres my raphael lovers at bc that's a boy i can enjoy

- “so if you could choose one... lance or arthur?” merlin subtly asks gwen like he doesn't have an answer himself

- it would have been so perfect geez, gwen and lance, merlin and arthur, myself and morgana

- i really wanna know what lance, merlin and arthur look like drunk bc that's a hell of a hangover they got the next morning and they probably cut out most of the soiree so like what did they do?? was there any drunk dancing and flirting??? bc i literally want to see that happen

- ik it's a bad thing but those drunk tropes where someone confesses their love to the person they like while under the influence is my favourite thing bc it's both hilarious, genuine and the other person often helps them to their feet and gets them to a safer place to rest and that's fricken adorable guys!

- not the drinking obviously, thats like a thing you can enjoy if you want but ya girl does not like drinking. or, well, she likes drinking with a limit. you can tell who likes to be the designated driver lmao. people here be drinking flat out whiskey and i tried it once and it burned by fucking throat

- merlin fucked up

- and this is technically his fault

- THEY GOT CAUGHT LMAO IT IS HIS FAULT

- hungover and caught this won't bode well

- “not worthy of a knighthood”

- hey so how do you retract a knighthood?

- do you like reverse the shoulder tapping

- like if you're christian, bc you know, we, as a christian group on this tumblr site, should already know about it... but when we do that cross thing on our shoulders, it means like a direct call with god or some shit. and if we do it the opposite direction it's considered the antichrist so is it the same for knighthood?

- OMG I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANy

- okay with christianity it's tapping the head the stomach, shoulder then shoulder, right? but the reverse is the anti cross like shoulder to shoulder, stomach and head. but… what if it were tapping the stomach, crotch, hip to hip? it would make sense right??? since the cross is upside down… it would lead to the dick and not the head. THAT'S WHY IT'S AN UPSIDE DOWN CROSS. BC YOU AINT SUPPOSED TO GRAB THEM BALLS UNTIL MARRIAGE!!! I SEE OMG I SEE YOU JESUS, TRYNNA HIDE UR FLOURISHING SEXUALITY

- omg guys, don't grab ur fucking balls in this blog post, it's considered the antichrist

- “you never will be” lmao he's gonna come back, he's lancelot, that's a main in the og legend

-  how pissed will lance be with merlin

- i hope big time bc like... angry lance *dries off sweat with hands*

- aw damn lance isn't mad he's like “this is my punishment. mine to bare, mine to bare alone. stop blaming urself. i put this on me” this fucking goof is making me swoon once fucking more

- NOW BUCKBEAKS BACK

- he's a real goat x3

- buckbeak can literally fuck shit up in the air, camelot has nothing on him

- ARTHURS FUCKING DEAD LMAO

- oh wait he aint, just a few of his knights

- imagine being an extra and playing as one of those knights. having to fight next to bradley james, and have him look at you when someones doing something stupid like you can mentally agree with him and then pretend to die on camera. that would be my dream. make-a-wish better do me some good when i get diseased that will prob be named after me

- hoephagus

- stupidolis

- nah thats stupid

- ;)

- i now understand mulans will to pretend to be a guy and join the army bc i would literally do that if i could stay with arthur fucking pendragon

-  aw it's called a griffin not a hippogriff

- i'm saddened

- harry potter has taught me WRONG

- this looks to be the climax where merlins like “fine guys, geez, i'll kill the griffin bc i'm magic!! wow!!! but arthur obviously knew, and i thought gwen was gonna know but she shocked me even more when she didn’t like fucking hell everyones oblivious. but since you can only kill buckbeak with magic, sigh, i'm exposing myself ig” even if it's like halfway through season 1 with 5 seasons altogether, this looks to be the right time

- this really sounds to be what we are waiting for, what kilgarah said about the destiny merlin will have

- WAIT WE HAVEN'T SEE THAT BITCH IN A WHILE

- wheres the dickwad gone lmao like was the actor busy the last few episodes or what?

- OMG ARHTURS BREAKING LANCE OUT OF PRISON SO HE CAN BE A KNIGHT

- how is the “arthurs pretty gay” theory not popped up more times on here

- like we all know merthurs pretty great and all

- but CANON wise arthur seems super gay to me

- like he just told lance to get up his ass because “i need… uhh... camelot needs” like he was just about to say he needs lance in his life

- have you not seen the glances??

- fucking hell

- arthur slowly comes closer to lance pretending to talk about what he knows about the creature

- lance also coming closer to ask if he truly believes that, with a raised eyebrow

- thought this shit was only in books and fanfics

- but no guys, we got a gay eyebrow raise

- bc we all know only the gays are capable of eyebrow raises

- fucking hell this is gay i cant even explain it

- like its subtly gay, but out of context youd think this is something out of a fansite

- and merlins not even in this scene

- “take the horse and never return to this place” OKAY NO FIRST OF ALL SECOND OF ALL FUCK OFF LMAO THIS ISNT GAY ANYMORE

- i mean he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart, saving him from prison and all but lance wants to like…  be a good man and you aint letting him do that

- OMG LANCE IS SAYING GOODBYE TO GWEN

- LANCE BETTER FUCKING KISS HER

- I LOVE GWEN AND LANCE TOGETHER #STAN

- fucking kiss you fucking bafoon

- THEY DIDN'T FUCKING KISS WTFUCKINGFUCK

- merlin looks so dumb holding his dagger as if he doesn’t know what to do with it but i love that for me

- WAIT I THOUGHT LANCELOT WAS LITERALLY GONNA GO YEET OUT OF CAMELOT NOT TO FUCKING SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND FIGHT THE GRIFFIN

- bafoons, all of them

- big bouncing bucking bafoons

- arthur looks so scared i've never been so in love and want to PROTECT

- omg for all merlin and lance know, that scream was arthur fucking dying- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR

- HE'S FUCKAN DEAD

- nvm he's alive but like yall not think to check for some arterial wounds bc he could be alive now, but in 5 mins he could legit not make it

- slow music means death

- lancelot you were the best husband i've ever had, rip

- i would be crying more if i didn’t know what happened, but since i already spoiled myself on the first season by watching this about a year ago, i'm not that sad but its still getting to me slightly

- hahahaha so happy everyones okayyy

- ARTHUR AND LANCE TiME!

- arthur looks so happy for lance literally crack ship right there

- why does nobody talk about this wyd

- and here’s arthur defending lance’s honour

- but uthers being a bitch

- omg that transition from lance being told to wait outside, the camera following him out of the room and the doors slamming behind him just in time to hear uther yell at arthur from next door is what gives me chills

- uther better fucking accept lance

- “the law is the law” yeah but the law also says to stop being a stuck-up bitch, uther

- literally lance is the only fucking person to not see through merlins blatant magic tricks

- like he saw that shit, called it out and was not like “oh what its a trick of the wind, surely”

- and he's not fazed at all, u see merlin it aint that bad to tell some people

- the only thing he is worrying about is the credit he says he doesn’t deserve bc merlin killed the griffin and not him

- see how fucking great my husband is, guys

- he better not be like “sucks to suck, i lied again! it aint me, chief” to uther and arthur

- NAH OKAY HE’S JUST BIDDING HIS FAREWELL IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IN THE CLUB

- he better fucking come back soon >:(

- seasonal guest star at least

- main characters, big bonus

- we barely saw morgana this episode and i'm not okay with that, but at the same time it was more lance-centric so i'm aight actually. we got all the time in the world for my baby girl, but lance :’( good luck man

- literally everyone is so gay for lance

- gwens into him for sure, and i love that the most (guess thats not gay but whatever, beggars can't be choosers)

- arthur has a little crush ngl

- and merlins full out in love with him

- not to mention MY FUCKING SELF

- i mean, i won't deny that he’s literally perfect in every way and i've only known him for one episode, but i agree whole heatedly with these crushes

- “till next time, sir lancelot” merlin whispers with a smile

- yeah that's me right there

- BC I'LL BE SEEING HIM IN THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON!

- greeting us all with the news on being cast full-time for the show, being the best guard around and a lover boy to all

- guys i feel like i'm on aphrodisiacs but instead of desire for sex, it's love for lancelot

- send help

[slommyyyy]

marvel asks!!

this is rlly long folks prepare your asses

steve: are you small or tall?

im rlly fucking short!!! bitch!!! im like five two!! hopefully i get a growth spurt soon bc bitch i dont wanna climb shit

bucky: what’s your favorite memory?

i have a bunch actually!! im gonna limit it to three bc aa theres too many,, 

SO!!! i had met viv about two months prior, and it was the summer and i was outside!! stargazing bc!! damn b its fun!! and we were texting bc ahe just woke up, and then!!!! a neighborhood cat came, and we talked abt the cat and stars and it was so nice??

anytime from when i was little at night!! stars, catching fireflies, going to the local water park, being at the beach w my mom and eating pizza, grilling hamburgers outside w my brother... mmm man i cant tell you HOW happy summer makes me?? we used to sit outside and catch fireflies and swim in an old shitty pool, and have to go inside ONLY if the amount of airplanes that flew over us was had a factor of 3, bc that number was my fav hgckygvk

fjbueod this sounds stupid bUT!! i rlly love skyping my friends?? like watching vine comps w steph and izzy, or that one time most of us all got in one MASSIVE call and micah flipped me off in front of my mom,, but anyway i had a call w my friends, and they all went out/ to sleep, and by myself, i realized?? these people make me feel so happy?? like i had been really sad for a long time and everyone just made me... good??? i watched the sun rise that morning, and i felt rlly complete man, like a new chapter of my life was starting

sam: what makes you happy?

my friends, music, and art a lot!!! also dogs in general,,

peggy: what’s your favorite era?

dude have you seen the music i listen to?? 80s/90s are my shit

thor: what’s your favorite weather?

if im outside?? warm to the point where youre sticky with sweat, but its pleasant, and dont feel like youre dying. if im inside?? summer rain!! i like the calming patter of rain and the thunder kinda just?? being there man!! watch a movie and listen to music to that jazz!!! play a ukulele or read a book!!! that weather makes me so happy

valkyrie: what’s your favorite drink?

cherry cola!! BUT!! i like the kind from those cool machines at movie theaters!! since like the canned stuff??? tastes brown w a liiiiittle bit of magenta. the bottled stuff??? more magenta but still mostly brown. the theater stuf??? hoLY SHIT!!! ITS LIKE BRIGHT PINK!!! MUTED W SOME BROWNS AND TASTES SO GOOD!!

heimdall: where do you see yourself in 5 years?

dude i cant plan the future tbh?? like maybe at college?? maybe taking time for my mental health?? idk!! also lmAO w my luck id be dead,, have you SEEN how much i get injured??? i fell off one (1) stair and broke my ankle for three weeks fsuvbeieu

korg: are you optimistic or pessimistic?

im actually realistic tbh?? i have a bad habit of looking at things from a point where its realistic to the point where its apathetic and,,, i gotta fix that man,, (also im not including my anxiety inthat bc iF I DID LMAO IDK W H A T ID BE)

peter: are you good at keeping secrets?

yeah!! unless its smth serious, then i try to get the person help from someone im POSITIVE is trustworthy, unless im positive its under control :0

ned: who is your best friend?

no!!!! no picking!!! i love all of my friends in dif ways!!! my friend cc?? my meme-y jam bud who complains abt our english teacher!! em?? fuCKIN RAD!!!! izzy?? we talk abt girls and how we love our moms!! lui?? a badass bitch!!!! kyra and jo??? my b99 buds!!! my brother was my only friend for literal years!!! id say more but this would get way too long i love all of my friends!!

michelle: do you like to go to parties?

lmaO NO IVE GOT RLLY BAD SOCIAL/GENERAL ANXIETY,, that and im never invited to any uyebve

liz: who was your high school crush?

this rlly cute girl in a few of my classes!! im too scared to talk to her thOUGH HBCEUIBS

aunt may: who or what are you most protective over?

my brother!!! holy fuck man i nearly decked some kids when i was little,,, this sounds edgy but my brother had some issues w social settings, so he was bullied, so i helped stand up for him!! we took boxing lessons for two years bitch!! got pizza on thursdays after!!.

t'challa: what is the most important thing your parents taught you?

my mom taught me to always do what i love, and i love her man,, wonderful woman,,,

shuri: are you a good driver?

bro i cant even drive and have a fear of cars

nakia: what causes are you passionate about?

a lot actually!!! rn its mostly LGBTQ+ rights, immigration, and gun control!!! i rlly enjoy arguing, but only the kind where both sides listen to each other, yknow?? bc people yelling hurts my head efvhbied

okoye: do you speak more than one language?

no,, i only speak english and have the german abilities of a two year old

m'baku: are you vegetarian?

no, sorry!! i dont eat much meat tho so i could probably go vegetarian p easily lmAO

killmonger: sunrises or sunsets?

ooo!!! i love both!! i love seeing sunrises in the morning, but i think i gotta say sunsets!! the colors are rlly pretty

peter quill: what’s your favorite song from your childhood?

my brother and i used to SCREECH hooked on a feeling its a fuckin bop

gamora: do you like to dance?

its fun but i physically??? cant?? my body doesnt know how to move so i awkwardly sway to shitty 80s music uekfbs

nebula: do you get along with your siblings?

yeah!!! my brothers one of my closest friends, and even though hes older than me,, im still shook by how old hes gotten,,,, bitches stay off the roads hes got no coordination

groot: are you quiet or talkative?

it depends on who im with!!! or how my brain is working that day!! with large groups im rlly quiet but in front of a crowd or with one to four-ish friends i know well??? ill talk your ear off,,, also sometimes my brain says!! socializing is hard so oh well

rocket: have you changed a lot since you were younger?

hdfubvyuedsvbdsiUHDBSCUI HELL YEAH!!!! dude ive developed my own opinions and gotten a lot more bitchy.... but also ive stayed the same in a few ways!! i still love art and music, and have obsessions really deeply

asgard: if you could move anywhere, where would you pick?

anywhere w my friends!!! 

brooklyn: where do you feel most at home?

outside late at night chatting w friends tbh?? it just feels right

wakanda: what is your hometown known for?

peaches!!

thank u @prcngx for tagging me!!! ily!! but you tagged a bunch of mutuals so i dont rlly have anyone to tag!!!! you monster!! ily!!

[hotdogjumpingfrog5]

It’s Strange - Chapter 1

Just another cloudy day in the town of Derry, Maine, along with Hawkins, another nearby town. September is back, summer is over, and it’s just the start of another school year. “Oh my god Mike, stop drinking out of the carton, you’re worse than Richie!” Nancy scolds. “Does this look like I care?” Mike sneers “How come you’re so obsessed with me, Nance?” says Richie cockily, “Heard you talking about me.” Nancy rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen, shortly heading out the door and on her way to Johnathan’s. Why do I have to have twin brothers? They’re a pain in the ass! Nancy thought “Morning, nerd.” Richie said smuggly, grabbing the carton of milk from Mike’s hand. “Hey I wasn’t finished, asshole!” “Mine now, dipshit.” At first their four year old sister, Holly looked at Mike while he took the carton, then her eyes widened again while watching Richie chug it down. “The hell you looking at, pixie?” said Richie “Nerd.” Holly says, after learning a new word. Mike chuckles, Karma for you, bitchy Richie. “Hey don’t be laughing you douchebag!” Richie complains “I’m the older one here, by seven minutes,“ says Mike, "I can do what I like.”

"Don’t need to remind me every fucking time.” That was one of the differences between Mike and Richie, along with each having two different personalities, and different last names. Mike has their dad’s last name, while Richie has their mother’s maiden name. Long story cut short; Karen had made that decision so people wouldn’t mix the two up. Their mom had left for work early, Nancy left for school early, and their dad is out in the living room resting in the La-Z-Boy chair, almost falling asleep again. Awkward silence rings in the kitchen for a bit, neither Mike or Richie saying anything, until Holly comes in with a surprise. “Nerds!” Holly comes in, repeating over and over, obviously referring to the pair of them Holly is saying a lot more than she did before, after learning more vocabulary from pre-school. “Holly, shut up!” Mike lectures Followed by Holly blowing a raspberry, then skipping into the living room. “Richie, why did you have to say that in front of her?” Mike says, annoyed. “Hey, not my fault I’m twins with a nerd.” “Piss off, Richard.”

It was 8 am, and Eleven was woken up by the sound of birds outside, followed by the voice of her father. Well, adopted father. “Jane, you up yet?” he calls out Eleven rubs her eyes, followed by “Yes…dad.” She still wasn’t used to calling anyone dad, even after nine months of living with him. Considering the fact that Jim Hopper was the first to take her under their care without the intent of doing anything sinister. Eleven suffered a bit of post traumatic stress, but she didn’t let that overcome her. She still used her telekinetic powers, but only when it was really important or feels the need to. “Eleven! Eggos are ready!” Hopper calls out, butting in her thoughts. Eleven makes her way out to the kitchen, and sits on the table, across from her adopted father. There was a bit of silence for about half a minute, not the awkward type of silence, but rather, a comforting silence between the two. “So, got a long day, and I would like you to watch the house for a while. Make sure you catch up on your readings.” says Hopper “I will, dad.” says Eleven. Eleven had been homeschooled ever since Hopper took her under his care, he kept her homeschooled so nothing bad would happen. “Dad, when will I go to a real school?” Eleven asks, “I’d like to see Mike and my other friends more.” Hopper sighs, thinking. “I know I was with them over the summer and during the year, but still.” Eleven says “You will, don’t worry.” says Jim, “Just need to make sure everything is in good hands first. I’m sure we’ll get you to school within another year or two, just in time for high school.” “Got it.“ Jim gets up from the table after a few minutes, clearing his throat. “So, I have to get going into town, I should be back around five.” “Bye dad.” says Eleven. “Love you, be good.” Hopper replies, closing the door behind him. Eleven watches as his car pulls out, driving down the country road and out of sight. From where they lived, they lived in a remote cabin about 20-30 minutes away from Hawkins-Derry. Derry and Hawkins were two towns right next to each other, Hawkins being slightly smaller than Derry, with a population of 6,000, whereas Derry had a population of about 30,000. The towns weren’t that big, so you could get over from one town to the other in just a 10-20 minute bike ride, or 5-10 minute drive. She remembers first meeting Mike’s twin brother, Richie, whom she remembered calling a mouth breather. Eleven had also met his friends Eddie, Bill, and the rest of the Losers club. Well, all except for Beverly, but instead Eddie’s twin sister, Ella, who had just become a new member of the losers club in the winter, after Bill asked Eddie if she wanted to join them. Eddie not wanting her to at first, but at the same time, didn’t care, since him and Ella got along better than they did when they were children. Besides, the rest of the Losers were insisting that she join them. Eddie said more than she did, though she was comfortable around them. Ella found herself to fit in a lot better with them than any other girl or peers, which made her apart of the losers club. Ella decided she was going to switch from St. Peter’s Private Academy, to Ninth Street Junior High, the same school her brother and the rest of the Losers went to, and just in time for the final year of junior high, grade nine. Besides, she hasn’t attended public school before, and wanted to give it a go.

Except for Mike Hanlon, who was still being homeschooled, but Eleven remembers him mentioning that he’s thinking about going to public school sometime in high school, and will convince his grandfather somehow.

Eleven looked at Ella, and noticed that Ella and Eddie had many similar features, the only difference was, Ella had blue eyes. They were the exact same height, even though Eddie was three minutes older. But Eddie will probably tower over her in another year or so. “I h-h-hope Beverly comes b-back, she was a good p-p-person.” Eleven remembers Bill saying “Yeah,” said Ben, “She really was.” Ben almost called Beverly pretty, but stopped himself when he remembered that Bill and Bev kissed the day before she left. “I hope we see her sometime.” said Ella “Hopefully.” Eleven grinned. “Oh for crying out loud guys, stop being so fucking serious, last thing I need is a headache from Ella the weirdo and some strange as fuck girl!” Richie rants. Ella gave Richie a punch in the arm. “Ow, what the fuck?” “Mouth breather.” Eleven mutters. Stan and Mike laughed at what Eleven had said. Ella and Eleven exchanged certain glances, and within those few seconds it was obvious that they already liked each other.

“Say that again!” said Mike (Hanlon), still chuckling. “Mouth breather?” Eleven repeated The pair laughed again, along Ben joining in. “We like you already.” said Stan “Don’t mind Richie,” said Mike (Wheeler), “He can be an asshat sometimes.” Although Mike and Richie had separate friend groups, which each went to different schools, the two gangs all got together sometimes, and when they did, they interacted well with each other. A year had passed since they all seen It. The clown. The demogorgon. Words can’t even describe what It was. It was like a shapeshifter of some sort. Attacking two different communities. The two gangs saw a different thing, which scarred them all for a long time, but seemed to forget about It over time. Eleven goes back to reality, finishes her breakfast, and lies down on the couch, opening the book Hopper had given her to read. ~ Nancy goes over to Johnathan’s house, and him and Steve are there waiting. “Come on guys, let’s go!” said Steve. “No wait,” said Johnathan, “We gotta wait for Will, remember?” Steve groans, followed by him calling out to Will to hurry up. “Coming! Can’t you wait two minutes?” said Will The four of them hopped into Johnathan’s car, Johnathan being the driver, Nancy being the front passenger, along with Steve and Will in the backseat. After they drop off Will to his school, the car falls quiet again. Nancy sighs of annoyance, breaking the silence. “What is it?” Johnathan asks “Brothers. They can be such a pain.” Nancy sighs “What happened with Michael and Richard now?” Steve asks “Just them with their usual attitudes, and their bickering.” says Nancy “Yeah, Will can get a bit moody too,” says Johnathan, “But that’s probably from past stress.” “Guys, don’t pay attention to your brothers,” Steve advises, “Boys can be assholes, especially at a young age.”

~

The rain pelted on the windows of the Kaspbrak’s house. Along with the faded paint on the edges of the house, slowly peeling off. Eddie and Ella’s mom, Sonia, often kept plants in the front yard, which hid the fact the house needed to be painted. “Come on Eddie!” Ella yells, “We’re going to miss the bus!” “I’m coming! Hold your damn horses.” Eddie muffles, eating the toast as fast as he could. After a few minutes, the pair are about to head out the door, until - “Eddie. Ella.” says their mom, “Aren’t you guys forgetting something?” They both take a deep breath, knowing their overbearing mother still wants a goodbye kiss, despite them being fourteen next month. After they’ve done that, they try for the door again, and get interrupted a second time. “Not so fast…” Sonia continues, “I got advice for the both of you. Eddie, make sure you keep that bottle of hand sanitizer with you at all times. And Ella, don’t sit on the toilet while on your menstrual cycle, blood attracts germs.” This made Eddie chuckle. Ella gave him a dirty look, and gave Eddie a quick push, rushing him out the door, clearly embarrassed their mother would say that in front of her BROTHER. ~ The new girl walks into Hawkins High School. She transferred there in April, but still hasn’t become accustomed to the place, so Emma was basically still the new girl. Catherine and her adoptive mother and adoptive sister, Lucy, moved back to Derry-Hawkins from England. Emma was still in high school, and Lucy now in college. Lucy was two years older than Emma, and the pair weren’t that close. Lucy had a snobby way about her, probably since her father left her and her mother at a young age. Catherine looked down at her wrist, which read that numbers 007. “Bloody hell, why the heck do you have a number on your wrist?” Lucy would often scoff. Their mom would often tell Emma to ignore Lucy’s comments. But honestly, she just wondered. She wondered the truth. Where she really came from, and why that number was written on her wrist. She never asked about it much, since her mother would always say the same thing, “You were adopted from a local orphanage back in England.” “You’re adoptedddddd” Lucy would tease So asking was pretty much useless, and she didn’t want to put too much worry on her hardworking, single mother. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a bang on the bathroom stall. “Hey slut, I know you’re in there!” Carol yelled. Tommy standing outside the lady’s room, listening to what Carol and her pose have to say next. “You can hide in there if you want, but that’s not going to hide the fact you slept with hundreds of guys before you moved here from that terrible toothed country, and knocked up this entire town during the summer!” Carol sneered. “Who said I did?” Emma answered back “None of your damn business who did,” said Carol, “But everyone knows about it!” She could hear them snickering in the bathroom. “Let’s get out of here before we catch an STD!” said one of Carol’s minions. Catherine steps out of the bathroom when she knows they’re gone. She steps out of the bathroom, afraid to go any further. Turning around the corner, she already notices the dirty looks she’s getting, along with whispers and snickers echoing throughout the hallway. Catherine runs back in the bathroom, too afraid to face reality. The bell rang for class. “Shit.” she mutters to herself 8:55, five minutes after the first bell had rung, but she was still afraid to move. She stepped out, to see two girls in the bathroom, looking over her way. But not exactly a dirty look this time. “…Hi.” she says, and makes her way out. ~ Within the next week or so, Eleven keeps having strange dreams. Dreams which she’s never had before. Last year she met her sister, Kali. But ever since Eleven had a funny feeling about Kali and her gang, she never heard or seen from them since. Could it have been her sister trying to telecommunicate with her? No, it couldn’t have been. The dreams Eleven have been having were of her mother, Terry. In the dream, was her getting knocked over the head, which seemed to have taken place before her or Kali were born. Eleven often woke up confused, but too afraid to really mention anything, she brushed it off as just “one of those dreams”. ~ It was Thursday, week two of school, and Emma was getting so used to the dirty looks she’s been receiving. 8:57, and she makes her way out of the bathroom stall, bumping into someone. “So sorry!” said Nancy “It’s ok.” Emma muttered Nancy looked at her for a minute. “Have we met before?” she asked. “No.” Emma responded. “I’m Nancy, and you are?” “…Emma.” “Nice name. Where are you from?” “England…I think.” Nancy looked at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean you think?” she asked. Emma shrugged in response. “Seriously, are you okay?” Nancy asked. That’s when she noticed it. Nancy noticed black markings on her wrist, in the form of a number. “Hey, what’s this on your -“ She pulled her arm back quickly “Sorry about that.”

She pauses for a few seconds.

“…Meet me back in here at 12:00 for lunch? We’ll talk later?” Nancy suggests 

“Yeah, sure.” says Emma *three hours later* Nancy paces around the bathroom, waiting for Emma to arrive. Footsteps are heard outside the bathroom, but instead comes in Carol. “If it isn’t bug-eyed Nancy,” Carol sneered, “I hope you had a terrible summer, you dating that psychopath who kidnapped his own brother -“ “He didn’t kidnap him!” Nancy protested. “You’re right,” says Carol, “You and Steve helped too, you did that so you guys could get attention back you lost from when we used to be friends! I still can’t believe you and Steve came near us.” Carol’s posse shrieked with annoying laughter, as Nancy said nothing. The sound of Tommy outside the bathroom could be heard grunting, then fall. Emma walks in. “Leave her alone. Now.” she says sternly. “Says the girl who fucked the entire school. What the hell did you just do to my boyfriend out there?!” Carol shrieks Before she could go any closer, Carol is pushed into the garbage can by an unknown force. Her posse stands there stunned, shocked, unsure of what to do. They run out after Carol screams at them to stop looking at her. “Carol, guys, get out of there, she’s crazy!!!” Tommy yells frantically, "Come on, QUICK!!!!!” They all run down the empty hall, running faster than ever, followed by Carol shooting Emma and Nancy a dirty look before the rear doors closed behind them. The pair of them look at each for a few moments, both of them afraid to speak. “That was…amazing…” Nancy says, breaking the silence. “Thanks…” Emma responds, “Look, what you’re hearing about me…isn’t true. I haven’t even dated anyone yet.”

“I know.” says Nancy, “You don’t seem to be that type, unlike that idiot.”

“Thanks.” She runs to grab a few tissues, her nose all of a sudden became runny. “Hey…you remind me of someone.” Says Nancy “Who?” “Oh, nobody, I’ll explain later.” Nancy and Catherine sit in the bathroom until 12:25, when people make their way back into the corridors. The pair of them go outside, getting to know more about each other.

~

It was now Friday, second week of school. When walking into school, Eddie and Ella made their way over to Bill, Stan, Ben, and Richie, who were laughing at whatever inappropriate joke Richie was saying. “It’s my favourite pair of twins!” Richie said, in a weird accent, which couldn’t be described. “Hi.” Eddie and Ella responded “So g-guys, w-w-we were just disgussing about m-m-meeting up w-with M-Mike and the r-r-rest of them in H-Hawkins s-s-sometime soon m-maybe.” said Bill “Sounds cool.” Says Eddie “Yeah, I really like Dustin especially” Says Richie, “I get to see them more, since Mike is the moodier version of me and we live together.” “H-hopefully Eleven will b-b-be there too n-next time we h-hang out.” said Bill, then looked over at Ella, “I-I mean, I would say y-you’re t-t-tired of h-hanging around us g-g-guys all t-t-t-the t-time.” “I’m never tired of hanging out with any of you.” Ella smiled “You sure?” says Richie, “All we ever do is gross stuff.” Ella laughed, along with Richie licking his hand and attempted to put it near her face. “Ew, get away from me, Richard!” Along with the rest of the Losers snickering at the gross joke he pulled. Richie liked to get on Ella’s nerves the most, considering her being Eddie’s twin sister, but she always brushed it off, since they were friends. “So…how do you like this school?” Ben asks “It’s not too bad, other than that Greta girl in my math class always giving me a dirty looks when she hears my name getting called out.” Ella says “She’s an idiot, don’t mind her.” says Stan. Ella found public school to be a lot better than private school actually, more opportunities, and she didn’t have stupid Kevin calling her out on everything. Kevin was a snobby kid who went to St. Peter’s Private School, whom Ella didn’t like. He always thought he was all that, and found ways to criticize her and many others, as well as get them in trouble. ~ The bell had rang for lunch “Too bad Max isn’t here,” Says Lucas, “It’s a shame she had to switch over to that private school.” “Ooh! Someone misses the love of his life!” Dustin teases. “Shut up.” says Lucas. Mike, being the leader of the group, walks ahead. They make their way over by the benches outside for lunch, Will being quiet as usual. Will stares off into space, whilst Dustin and Lucas still bicker and joke over different things. “Hey, Will, you okay?” Mike asks Will nods his head and assures he’s doing fine. “Hey Will, catch!” Lucas flicks over a tiny figure. A tiny figure from dungeons and dragons. “Thanks!” Will smiles The group continue to chat about different things, including dungeons and dragons. “So Mike, have you heard from Eleven?” Dustin asks “Yeah frog face, how is that freak doing?” The gang spin around, and see the sight of Troy and James lurking over them. “She’s not a freak!” says Mike “Yeah she is” says James “And so are the rest of you,” says Troy, pointing in all directions, “Frog face, midnight, toothless, and zombie boy.” “You tried to kill us!” Dustin protests “Can’t you guys learn to take a joke and toughen up?” says Troy, “That reminds me, where is that lesbian friend of yours? You know, the one who looks like a boy.” Playing with a weapon isn’t a joke, Troy. They all thought. “She’s not a lesbian!” Lucas yells, “And she does NOT look like a boy!” “Don’t forget about the time you guys made me piss my pants.” Troy says to Mike, “Took rest of the year off because your creepy girlfriend broke my fucking arm.” “And made me sit alone in the bathroom every damn lunch.” said James “James, no one cares. Whatever, let’s get away from these creeps.” says Troy Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will watch them until they go, then resume their chat. Occasionally, students would walk past them and give them funny looks, ever since Will came back. Every once in a while they would hear the occasional “zombie boy”. From somewhere, or someone. Will tried not to let that get to him, but sometimes he still got offended and worried about it. “Like I said earlier, before we got interrupted by those douchebags,” said Dustin, “Have you heard from Eleven?” Mike tried to think the exact last time he heard from her. Maybe the last week of summer? Two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure. “No,” Mike responds, “She’s being homeschooled for now, but hopefully we get to see her again soon, I really miss her.” “Oh yeah, that reminds me, are we hanging out with your brother and his friends soon or what?” Dustin asks “Yeah, I think so.” Says Mike, “Not sure when yet. Richie can be such a prick sometimes. His friends are obviously more mature.” ~

Next Chapter: Two