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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 month ago

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the neighborhood uncle. (1)

summary: after almost a year and some change of being the neighborhood children's nominated uncle, terry believes that it is high time to give the children an aunt.

pairing: terry richmond x dallas dubois (oc!)

content: fluff, allusions to nsfw acts, language, cuteness, slight angst if you squint, allusions to childhood trauma, mentions of death and mortuary practices.

note: this takes place in the 4evermore universe and the pair have been together officially almost two years during the events of this imagine.

a/n: evening! I hope everyone is fairing well during these...interesting times. I wrote this imagine the other day in almost one sitting after being inspired by a Instagram reel I seen yesterday morning. so please enjoy.

though I did edit this today, four hours post op from wisdom teeth removal surgery, so if there are grammatical errors…my bad. 😬

p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, questions, and more. I low-key need entertainment for the next few days in this bed y’all. 🥹

taglist: @zillasvilla , @slowly-blue-coffee, @kumkaniudaku , @lovedlover , @wonderlustwrites , @theogbadbitch , @enticingmelanin

For as sturdy and stoic as most onlookers took Terry Richmond to be due to the constant resting neutrality to his face, hardened physique by way of years training in the physical disciplines of the martial arts and US Marine corp, his somewhat reserved speech, and that overall demeanor that screamed 'I'm not for the fuck shit'.

There was always one group of beings who still have never deterred from dwelling in his presence. Those beings are children.

For whatever reason ever since his adolescence, young children had always had an unexplainable draw to Terry. And maybe it had been the eldest sibling energy he exuded or how somewhat mature he’d seemed from an early time in his life due to unfortunate traumas occurring before he was old enough to properly process them, leaving him no choice but to both accelerate parts of his growth and unknowingly stunt some of it as well. At points robbing himself of parts of his childhood. Blind.

But it was also part of the reason why it was so easy for him to attain his high school community service hours through tutoring younger students in math and science based subjects, and also why he had the prowess to continually lead himself and his underclassmen teammates to numerous victories on the court.

It was just unexplainably easy for him to get along with these beings. And why wouldn't it be. Children were honest, humorous, and most of all pure within intentions. All things Terry found himself striving to constantly be everyday.

And while children seemed to adore Terry to moon and beyond the stars, as quiet as it was kept, he too secretly adored them back. Never minding the company of a young soul to be a companion to his elder one.

Something that proved to still ring true on a random cool Sunday afternoon almost two years ago, as he was kneeled on the ground tending to the still growing patch of ivory begonias in the front yard of his new inherited home.

He'd been outside for quite some time working at pulling the aggravating weeds and sneaking dandelions away from his uncle's legacy when he felt the presence appear behind him.

Face already preparing to fix with a scowl at who could be interrupting this sacred time, he found his features immediately softening at the sight of the little tawny girl in front of him with her lavender glasses and barrette sealed pigtails hanging past her ear, perched on her little purple bike as she stared at him in curiosity.

He'd recognized her as Laila, the daughter of his down the way neighbor Deja McAdams, a widowed single mother and Liberian for one of the local middle schools. She’d also been classmates with Dallas in high school.

" Well hello there. " He offered a somber smile, taking a moment to reach over and wipe his hands of the dirt on them.

" Hi." She chirped.

Looking around at the slightly sparse sidewalks, he attempted to locate a sign of her mother or one of her elder brothers he could recall seeing a few times before turning back to her, " Say young lady. Where are your people? It's not good to be wandering around by yourself. Not safe."

" I wasn't by myself." She replied, pointing further down the street, " I was riding bikes with my brothers. But they left me cause' I couldn't keep up on a count I can't use my pedals."

Frowning and taking another look at the bike, he asked, " Why aren't you using your pedals? You know how to ride it, right?”

The young girl nodded before explaining, " Yes. Pedals don't work."

" I see." Terry hummed, slowly standing up to his full height and almost laughing when seen the expression of wonder appear on her little face, " You mind if I take a look at it?”

This earned him another nod as she carefully allowed him to turn the bike over and inspect it until he found the problem of her cracked bottom bracket as the culprit.

With a purposely dramatic deep sigh as he stood up, he watched the anticipation rise on her face, " Well?”

" Well. I think I might be able to fix this for you." He started, already piecing together what tools he needed grab from his kit for the job, " But only on two conditions."

" What? " She scrunched up, ready to hear his price.

" One, if I fix this you have to promise me that you won't be wandering alone again without your brothers or mama watching you, alright? If they leave you again, go home and tell your mama." He instructed and watched her nod.

" And two, you have to promise me that the next time you stop here for a visit, you won't ride your bike on Mr. Terry's freshly cut grass, okay." He motioned to the small tire marks that had begun to form on the ground.

" Oh! " She offered a sheepish smile, " Sorry!"

" Hey. That's alright. No big deal...this time." He playfully raised an eyebrow ensuing small giggles from his little hopeful dealmaker, " But does that mean we have a deal?"

"Mmmm..." The first grader paused to mimic a moment of thought like she'd seen in the movies she watched, before sticking out her hand, " Deal."

" Okay." He laughed, making sure to gently shake hers back, " Got our selves a deal then. Now show me where your mama is so I can explain to her what I'm about to do to your bike." He instructed, picking up the bike and following a chattering Laila all the way to her home.

From there visits from young Laila became frequent, whether to inquire about Mr. Terry fixing and upgrading something on her bike, using him as a willing audience for all of her pageant practice while he diligently carried on his yardwork, and eventually to sometimes say hello to the pretty funeral lady that sat with him somedays on his porch and offered sweet snacks.

It wasn't long before the other neighborhood children would hear from the jabbering princess all about Laila’s newly minted Uncle Terry, the Mr. Incredible like man who supplied big boy strength, laughter, and occasional baked goods he sourced from Dallas.

Soon they all found themselves gravitating to the house with the pretty white flowers by its mailbox. With Terry welcoming each and every one just the same until it fully evolved into Terry stepping into his role as everybody’s neighborhood uncle for the last year and some change.

To which he accepted, providing as much love, tender, discipline, and guidance as he could possibly give them.

And just like that Terry found his porch quickly becoming a safe space for any and every child who stepped foot into the space that Terry had once worked tirelessly to restore alongside some of his colleagues when he decided to move in and refurbish the home his uncle had left him.

And whether haircuts were being given to a little head sitting on the stoop in the evening, helping with homework after school on the steps, refereeing street football games in front of the house, young voices gathering to debate who could take who across a multiverse of Anime shows, and even holding a small ted talk one evening to show some of the young boys how to brush their hair and tie a durag by the southern standard. Terry thoroughly enjoyed having little laughs, curious questions, and cheer around his house that helped him on those days when he felt the memories stuck in the walls and floorboards would consume him.

But it didn’t stop there, since the early summer had started Terry had attended…

Four spelling bees.

Eleven basketball and soccer games combined.

Two track meets.

Two school graduations.

One state science fair.

And even a Little Miss Peach Blossom pageant to watch little Laila participate.

With Dallas accompanying him to witness the 6’3 ex-marine quietly cheer and whop with a large glittering sign in hand, amongst the sea of mainly older middle age women, with almost the same ferocity he would at a Hawk’s game.

Though, she also unfortunately got to witness the display he’d later put on for her on the way home after Laila had taken home second place with a smile and a courteous polite wave just the way they’d practiced on his porch many times before, much to Terry’s disgruntlement.

“ That’s okay, baby girl. Chin up.” He had patted her on the back while carrying her tired form through the venue’s parking lot for her mother, “ You were the prettiest little peach up there. Proud of you.” He affirmed the sleepy princess, before buckling her in, seeing them off, and then proceeding to throw a fit to his girlfriend in his truck.

“ That little girl who won had uppers in her kitten heels, baby! I saw it! And her tutu wasn’t all that. Couldn’t even do the full four step duchess twirl in it the right way anyway.” Terry huffed, peeling out of the parking lot, “ It’s step, twirl, blow a kiss, then regal wave!”

“ That little girl blew a kiss first, then stepped, waved, and twirled. It’s wrong! Her routine was sloppy and her mama helped her with her question portion. Mouthing shit to her.” Terry fumed, while Dallas did her best to suppress her laughter at her boyfriend’s surprising investment and growing miniature tantrum that rivaled that of some of the actual toddlers they’d seen that day.

“ I told Deja , I think we should outta’ dispute this whole thing.” He shook his head, “ I wanna know how high up this shit goes.”

And at that statement Dallas decided to finally intervene, “ Terry, it was a beauty pageant for 3 to 10 year old's in the conference center of a Marriott, babe. Where the grand prize winner got $200 and a meal at the Cheesecake Factory.” She reached over to place a calming hand on his thigh, “ It’s not that serious, even Deja said so.”

Still that wasn’t enough to settle him, “ Dallas I don’t give a damn.” He fussed, “ That money could go in her college fund and you know that baby deserves her twenty five dollar spaghetti and piece of cold ass cheesecake.”

“ But that’s okay.” He nodded, tapping his steering wheel like Denzel in Training Day, “ We’ll be back for that crown. Believe that.”

And with all that combined, it didn’t come as a surprise to Dallas when loud knocks began on the pecan colored door while she brushed her teeth. Hurriedly she went and swung it open to find ten young kids, big and small alike, rallied on her boyfriend’s porch at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, eager to collect their favorite person.

“ Well Good Mornin’ everyone.” Dallas chirped, adjusting the white silk bonnet higher on her forehead, “ How are all of you today?”

A chorus of “ Morning Miss Dubois”, mixed with a couple “ Hi Miss Funeral Lady” and follow up responses of collective a “ Good” came from every which way, sending her into a fit of giggles at the adorable group of children in front of her.

“ That’s awesome, you guys. Well what can I do for you brood of little mighty people this morning?” A promise ringed hand finding a home on her hip. " And unfortunately before anyone asks, I don't quite have any treats today. Sorry, maybe next weekend."

The comment sending a wave of temporary pouts and mumbles of disapproval through the crowd until a voice rose above to bring them back to a focus.

“ We’re looking for Uncle Terry, ma’am.” One of the eldest, Morty, stepped forward, “ He’s supposed to be taking all of us in his truck to the basketball court this mornin’ for practice.”

“ We were also promised snacks!” Another voice in the back added among the mutters of agreeance as Dallas could recall large assorted Powerade packs and chip boxes on the backseat floor of his truck.

“ Oh I see.” She nodded, glancing at each individual little face, that all held the same excitement, “ Well, he’s just getting up right now. He got home a little later than usual from work last night and was tired, so he slept in a little bit. But let me go grab him real quick so he can give y’all your rundown for the day. Stay right here.”

She had coached them, before walking toward the back end of the house to go and awaken her lightly snoring boyfriend.

“ Bubs.” She lightly shook his shoulder, leaning down to place a kiss to his sleep line marked face.

Damn he was sleeping good.

“ Bubba.” Her shakes increased in force, “ Baby you gotta' get up.” Still her attempts were met with minimal noise or movement, meaning she had to up the ante.

Deciding to begin nipping at what skin the large forest green blanket didn’t cover, she had just made it to his neck when he decided to roll onto his back, instincts having him reach out and wrap his arms around the young mortician to guide her on his chest to hold her close.

“ Mmm.” He hummed, “ Baby I love you. But I need five more minutes before I’m cognizant enough to rock your world, girl.”

“ Oh my—” She huffed, taking in his smug sleepy smile, “ I didn’t wake you up for that, sir.”

Her fingers began to lightly play with the gold chain that sat idly on his bare chest, “ I woke you up because there are about ten kids on your front porch, all dressed up in their little basketball gear, asking for you.”

At this information, internally Terry groaned from fatigue, but on the outside his soft smile grew a couple more inches wide at the thought of his little group of miniature humans looking for him.

“ What time is it? “ The question escaping with a yawn.

“ A quarter to eleven.”

“ Damn.” He sighed, reaching for his phone to confirm her statement. A picture of Dallas smiling big on a playground swing appeared behind the correct white numbers on the screen, “ You let me sleep this late?”

“ You were tired.” She reasoned, pushing her face into the crook of his neck inhaling in his natural musk, “ You did almost ten hours in the hot ass Georgia sun on that site yesterday. You needed the rest.”

“ Mmm.” He hummed, running his hands up and down the grooves of her back, “ Still am.”

“ I know, Bubs. But—”

B A N G B A N G B A N G!

The loud and erratic pounds against the door were soon accompanied by distant loud but small voices beginning to fill with impatience.

“ C’mon you gotta' get up. They’re getting antsy cause I told them you were already up, so you gotta' hustle. Your disciples await you.” She teased, leaning up, amused at the frown on his face,“ What?!”

“ Don’t say it like that, baby. Like I’m forming a cult of the neighborhood youth.”

“ No, maybe not that.” Dallas got up to her feet, moving around to collect her things, “ But they do worship the ground you walk on. You know that. “

“ And for why. I don’t know. I’m just regular ole’ me.” He shrugged clambering to his feet to stretch out his long and tired limbs. “ Nothing special.”

Reaching on the floor for his wife beater he’d discarded from himself at some point in the night from overheating, he casually walked by a bent over Dallas, administering a firm tap to her backside as he exited the room as his form of a proper “Good Morning.”

Trudging through the hall to the front door, he took a deep breath before swinging it open and being met with the instant chaos that ensued when too many overly hyper voices began to speak all at once about a hundred different things.

“ Aye’ whoa whoa whoa.” He held up both hands, “ Wait a minute now.’ Y’all are too amped up and some people around here are still trying to enjoy sleeping in. So let’s be mindful of that.” His laugh came out in a deeper register as the remnants of sleep still lingered in his voice.

“ Everybody take a deep breath, one.” He instructed, watching as each kid took in a deep breath to hold for thirty seconds, “ Then let’s exhale, two.”

“ Repeat, one more time. And inhale, one.”

“ And exhale, two.” He said, watching the now settled down bunch carefully.

“ Okay. Now. Good Mornin’ y’all. Y’all sleep good? Ready to put some work in on the court?”

“ Yeah! “ They answered in unison, with Jamison Kimber being the one to point out,“ Told us you’d be ready at eleven. It’s…Eric what time it is?”

He asked his peer who carried the digital Pokémon watch on his wrist, “ It’s 11:14.” Eric informed, pushing up his matching classes on his nose.

“ Yeah. Which means you’re late.” Jamison pointed out, ensuing a string of after comments that made Terry grin with how goofy and entertaining they were at attempting to be disgruntled.

“ I know. My fault. My fault. My fault. Add some push ups on for my lateness once we hit the court.” He said, sticking to his own rule he’d previously set for them.

“ I woke up late. And I still need some time to get ready. So while I’m doing that, why don’t y’all step in the front yard and start some stretches and warm ups for 45. Then I’ll be ready to roll, alright.”

Looking toward the only girl in the brigade, whose game was better than most of her male peers surrounding her, Terry pointed in her direction.“ Goose is gonna be the caller and timer.”

“ So listen to her, alright. Because if I come back out and Goose tells me someone gave her a hard time we’ll have to cancel and try this again next week.”

“ Can everyone dig that?” He called out.

“ WITH A SHOVEL! ” They all gleefully responded.

Terry flashed all 32 of his teeth at the brood of children who quickly threw down their bags before racing to form a line in the front yard and begin their light stretches as told.

Dallas watched him shut the loud screen door behind him and he stop in his tracks when he spotted her standing there looking at him with a wide dopey smile on her face.

Eyebrows raised with a nervous smile, he questioned her appearance, “ What?”

“ Nothing.” She grinned, shaking her head and throwing up her hands in playful defense, “ Just admiring how good Uncle Terry is with the neighborhood kids. They really do adore you, babe.” She walked over, wrapping her arms around her his waist and leaning up for a sweet peck to his cheek that he happily reciprocated with about four more of his own.

“ I adore them too. Most days.” He added, “ When they’re not being mouthy, fighting each other, or all smelling like a fresh onion patch. They aight’.”

“ It’s a couple of them though, whose parents I’ve been meaning to ask for permission to have a conversation about hygiene with their kids. Because with the hotter it keeps outside…Ouueeee.” Terry goofed, shaking his head. “ Cannot have my truck smelling like a damn farm all summer.”

“ Well I’m sure they’d be okay with it. It takes a village, babe.” Dallas said resting her head against his chest just as Terry’s eyes caught where all her bags sat packed and ready to go.

“ You leaving? “ His pout instantaneous, not bothering to hide the natural little hint of disappointment in his voice at the prospect of his favorite girl leaving him.

Because if he had his way, she would never go. A thought that reminded him that he soon needed to reignite an important shelved conversation between the two of them.

“ Yeah.” She sighed, “ I’m gonna go a head’ and mosey on home. Need to get started on my list for the day.”

“ Gotta' feed Grimmey and then get started on some paperwork in my home office for the Grangier case before I head into the hospital later to assist on an autopsy.”

“ Oh? That sounds interesting. What, no bodies for you at the home today?” His hand, unconsciously softly kneading parts of her backside.

She shook her head pulling away from his embrace, “ Nope, we got two new ones yesterday but Macy is gonna embalm them this morning. She should actually already be done with the first one by now and starting on the second, which is why I offered to be an assistant at the hospital. For the hours.”

“ Right. And how long will that take?”

“Uh…for a whole procedure…It’s about four hours give or take. It’s a family requested one so we might run a bit over. But we’re starting at two. So I should be done and home showering by seven thirty.” She zipped the top of her Vera Bradley duffel closed. “Why? You need something?”

“ Nothing too crazy.” He shrugged, “ Was just hoping you’d be open to spending the night again. Mainly so I can return the favor from last night.”

With the favor being that after hearing how agitated and tired he was in the middle of a rather grueling work day on site managing a new build that wasn’t quite coming along right through a brief phone call exchanged on her lunch, Dallas had shown up extra early to his house before he got home with a refreshed ‘spend a night bag’ from her previous visit.

And supplies purchased from the local grocer, which included food that turned into a meal that delighted Terry’s senses the second he dragged his poor aching body through the front door.

As well as herbs and bubble bath that she mixed together with some epsom salt he already had lying around. So that after she fed him his nice home cooked meal of Mississippi pot roast, through much sleepy negotiations with the testy bear she had managed to coax him into a bath for him to marinate in her mixture while she washed the day off his body.

Then to seal the deal she had guided him to the bed and moisturized him down while searching for and massaging any sore muscles or strained ligaments. And finally, after that it wasn’t much else to do but to clothe the sleepy giant and lay him down for a well deserved rest.

“ Bubba, you don’t have to do all that just because I did.” Dallas reminded him, “ I didn’t do all that cause I was expecting anything in return, I did it because I love you.” She affirmed, unknowingly sending waves of warm bubbly feelings shooting through his chest when the three letter phrase he could never get tired of her saying met his ears.

“ I know that, baby.” He smirked, taking in the absolute blessing he found his girlfriend to be, “ But that still won’t sway me away from doing the same for you. You deserve it.”

And deserve it she did. Because for as hard as Terry felt he worked to keep his family’s business running smoothly, he believed that he watched Dallas work almost ten times as hard with her being a young black female owner of a generational critically acclaimed and highly lucrative mortuary business that has three locations spanning between two states. All whilst also keeping her autopsy assistant certification active at the hospital and constantly traveling to attend a plethora of different black business expos and other conferences who sought her attendance.

But what always seemed to amaze him the most was that with everything she constantly handled on a day to day basis, it was somehow like she never missed a beat in her personal life. Always managing to be a stable presence in the lives of her loved ones, including Terry’s. Which constantly made him proud at how effortlessly she kept it all together in her Manolo Blahnik heels that no other person in existence could ever dare imagine to try and fill.

My Mrs. Incredible. He thought.

“ Terry…if I come over that’ll make three nights in a row.” She pointed out, “ I dunnoooo.” She dragged, collecting her bags.

Immediately his previous smile downturned into a slight scowl at her hesitation, “ And…”

“ And…people talk, Terry.” Dallas sighed, “ It’s already not a good look that I stay here overnight anyway and vice versa when you’re at my place.”

“ I just don’t want anyone thinking we’re getting ready to shack up with one another is all.” She confessed, nervously swaying where she stood.

“ And by shack up, you mean us, together.” He motioned between you two, “ Happy and learning how to get comfortable sharing space a with each other for the next forever.”

His comment triggered an eyeroll, “ Terry. You know how I feel about us living together before we’re married, babe. I just don’t feel comfortable with that.”

“ Oh?” His eyebrows raised toward the ceiling as he said, “ Well say less. Cause we can go right up to city hall first thing Monday morning. Don’t take nothin’ to obtain some paperwork.”

“ Terry!” She chided.

“ Boo! “ He fired back. “ C’mon now. I need you to remember that the only reason you’re not walking around her with a new ring on your finger is because YOU wanted to wait. And I’m doing my best to respect that. But you know had it been up to me, we would've been biblically bound to each other a year ago.”

Still she shook her head and folded her arms across her chest, “ No, that’s not just it. And you know it’s not just me, Terrance. Because you and I both know one of the main reasons is that you and I both know I deserve a better proposal than what you offered me that night out of fear and adrenaline fueled guilt.”

“ Each of us deserves that much at this point.” She concluded.

With her point being one that the two of them could easily agree on. With parts of Terry still regretting his feverish and rash attempt at a proposal on the night of their reconciliation almost two and a half years ago.

Though, it was in the past now, and all Terry could do now was move along with his new plans of the proposal of her dreams, just the way they deserved.

But until then, he’d focused on getting to the bottom of her real reasoning for not wanting to combine households. Because he’d had enough practice at this point to spot a pretty little pageant answer when it was presented to him, and he just knew in his gut that there was something Dallas wasn’t providing.

“ I know, Precious. And I hear you.” He affirmed her with a smile before returning to the original topic at hand, “ But, baby . What is it really though? Huh? Because it can’t be the premarital sex part.” He mused, mind beginning conjure up theories.

“ Because if that’s the case, then I hate to tell you, baby. But we’re way past that point. As evidenced by the way you let me bend you over my bathroom sink the night before last and slow stroke you in the mirror after WE got out of the shower together.”

“ Terrance.” She gasped, going to lightly slap his chest, “ There are children out—

“ Bonnet on and all as I remember.” His laughter cut her off, catching her hand and kissing it before pulling her into him once more.

“ Terry.” She whined, “ You need to stop playin’ and go get ready before they all appear at the door again. But this time with intent to jump you for wasting time. Those tiny fists will hurt too.”

“ And you need to stop avoiding this conversation.” He quipped, offering her a sincere look and silently hoping to convey just how serious he took the matter.

“ Plus they’ll be alright. Even if that happens you can mend me up tonight after dinner while we have a discussion about your real qualms about our respective living situations possibly becoming one.” He followed up.

“ Boy! There is no other damn qualm—mmm.” The words passing her lips were cut short when he dipped his head to attach his there instead. Opting for a steamy and silencing smooch.

“ Sweet lips. Taste so good.” He pulled back, “ I’ll get another taste when you get here at 7:30, Precious, alright?”

When she didn’t say anything and instead continued to glare up at him angrily pouting, his hand made its way to her ass, giving her a timid smack of encouragement, “ Dallas...” He softly sang, head dipping to now place a kiss to her cheek while muttering, “ You know wanna lay in my arms tonight. Nowhere else you’d wanna be, girl.”

Oh, on the contrary.

She could have easily thought of a thousand and one other places she could think of being tonight rather than humid and hot ass Georgia. Yet it was true, she still couldn’t imagine any of these places feeling as good or being more appealing than the warm embrace of her Bubba.

Which is why her mouth found itself surrendering and releasing the words for her agreement just the way he’d wanted.

“ Good.” The smug smile sat on his face, the polar opposite of Dallas’s begrudged frown, “ I look forward to you coming home to me.”

His words doing well to somewhat chip at her attempts of putting up a shallow, almost dry wall, between them in this matter.

“ On second thought give me another kiss goodbye before I watch your fine ass walk out this door to hold me over while I haul these damn kids around all day.” He groaned.

“ Good Grief, Terrance. Go shower. Now!”

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brights-place · 7 months ago

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[Spiderman] Miles 42 x Reader

1K 5 Part Special: 1 (You are here) , 2 , 3 ,4,5 Warnings: Mafia AU, Cursing, fluff, blood

A/N: 5 POSTS OF FIVE DIFFERENT FANDOMS TO FEED I WILL NOT BE LIMITED BECAUSE IMMA MAKE YALL BE FED anyways thank you all so much for 1K im so happy !! TY SO MUCH

Summary: A mafia au ATSV type or idk something similar to mafia au but the reader being Miles' personal bodyguard after they took all their anger out on their parents for being abusive despite being young and later got found by someone Miles' family who took them in and trained them then as the reader spent more time with Miles 42 they fall in love and super possessive since they would give their life protecting Miles and get jealous very easily if someone flirts with their partner, that they would glare at the person threaten to kill them if they didn't back off sorry if it's short I've been having writers block more then usual

The sound of rough heaving echoed as a silhouette was gripping its side The small boy, with deep/light e/c eyes, tilts his head as he gazes over the old floors. Each slab of wood was old and beginning to rot, defunct seeds fostered by mold. That's why the gentleman in front of the small boy seemed far too out of place he was clean and tidy unlike the boys state.

Like water and oil, he simply did not fit in with his surroundings yet a hand was held out infront of him as the h/cnette looked up to see a guy staring down at him as your hand stared at the hand afraid as you looked back to the furrowed brows and eyes of a man who spoke harshly "You wanna be left here to die?" you stared shakily taking his hands as he spoke "so you are... (Full Name) right?" you looked down "(Nickname) sir..." he stared at you and spoke "Aaron... Morales" You stared at him. You had heard the about the awful rumors and secrets of this city. How drunk driving accidents are the norm, small businesses getting robbed at gunpoint was just a regular day especially the arson and deaths with the mafia around yet you wouldn't expect one of the biggest underground crime groups to be holding a hand out to you yet you couldn't help but take it ignoring the bleeding hand under the debris twitching and the famillar eyes through a gap in the crumbled areas that surrounded them the same e/c eyes that they had of their own that had always stared at you with hatred. You couldn't help but turn back to the man who started to guide you away with a blank face. A/N: HEADCANNON TIME BABY OML I'm so tired Im trying my best to upload more since holidays started so Im planning on writing books more on my wattpad, writing also on tumblr for ramble babbles and drawing more so uhh YEAH!

- You were trained by Aaron or known as 'Uncle aaron' by a boy that was around your agel. Aaron would have taught you things that you shouldn't know for someone your age, being tasked to help him with his dirty work before - You had devoted your life to Uncle Aaron after saving you and even if you were tasked to start protecting miles which was easy blending in with him at his highschool even though he'd tell you to fuck off - He claims he's babysitting you because now you're in his care more like He's in your care where he pretends to be all tough shit when your the one cutting someones tongue out for spouting lies and talking to the pigs - Miles always fights his own battles so you doing this pissed him off yet he slowly started to get used to it - You both would practice fighting together hell you cleaned up his prowler mask and costume for when he and uncle aaron went off on missions - The amount of blood that was already on his hands disgusted you but you couldn't talk when you'd come back after getting information out of a guy with bloodied knuckles or a small trash bag being dragged through the room dripping a crimson drop onto the floor - You both falling for each other was a weakness something that shouldn't have happened but it did

- You sometimes think it's foolish for someone like miles to love you but then you remember this man has murdered and stole for good reasons even if he's apart of the mafia. He doesn't take shit from anyone. People follow him like obedient dogs out of fear and admiration because they know he's the right hand to Uncle aaron. - Orders or Not people would take a bullet without a second of hesitation and you were one of them being well Miles is personal body guard protecting him and threatening lives of those who speak ill of him and aaron. - You have certain things that you enjoy outside of battle doing things to relax you as Miles would be in the same room as you doing his own thing as you both were filled with the familiar relaxation. - Everytime your sent out on a mission you'd stare down at your gun loading it just wanting to get back to miles since he needs his right hand - One moment though when on a mission hiding behind a crate when another underground group is leader was shooting with his man you were gripping onto your gun only having one thought before the slaughter this man would not make you lose your life to let miles suffer once more.

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bumbldee · 8 months ago

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Uncle Nikoli Au

Where Gristol was also mind wiped and was implemented into the Aquatos

As usual, read under cut for more ramblings. (send an ask if you wanna ask anything i love rambling)

PERSONALITY

Suprisingly very similar to how he is in canon, he comes off as pompous and egotistical, but it's mostly pretend to hide how insecure he is. Despite his pride, he cares deeply for his family and is somewhat of a people pleaser. Unlike the rest of his family, he downright just denies the existence of Psychics, but likes to humour them.

Fucking loves eggs, esp boiled eggs

RELATIONSHIPS

Absolute Mama's boy. Does everything he can to curry her favor.

Difficult relationship with Augustus, who he believes is the favored son, where Augustus thinks he is too pompous. He is on good terms with Donatella however, as they enjoy discussing about ideas for upcoming acts.

Seen as the silly uncle and somewhat respected by his nephews and nieces, however they aren't afraid of making fun of him. He let's them get away with a lot due to his spite for his brother.

TIMELINE JUNK

Alternating from events of the original timeline, Gristol was abandoned by his family when they fled + Lucrecia was his god mother. Ford was concerned due to reports of how Gristol was coping, and out of guilt he reconditioned Gristol, along with Agustus into believing Lucrecia was his mom, Agustus was his brother + forgetting about his old life.

Didn't get the Aquato prowess for acrobatics or strenchiness, was relegated to other jobs like creating props, concessions or sometimes clown duty (which he refused to do unless absolutely necessary). Very insecure about this.

A year before the start of Psychonauts 1, he began traveling the world due to feeling alienated from the family, like Nona he started feeling off, as in something was "missing" in his life. He would send post cards from where ever he was and might've done some marketing hehe

He comes back to stay with the family when he learnt Raz got into the Psychonauts, saying that he wanted to rest after traveling for a year and to support Raz's joining of the psychonauts. His family however does find his behavior quiet odd after traveling for so long.

He does definitely visit Grulovia during his travels and does figure out about Maligula / his past, problem is i don't know HOW he handles it, some ideas:

His care for his family outgrows his curiosity, he comes back but ignores what he learns, however Delguionists recognize that he is the missing heir to Grulovia's throne, they follow him to his family and research.

He secretly begins to work with Delugionists, because he feels betrayed and that he was "robbed" with wanting his throne back.

Has no interest in the throne , does research himself to get rid of Maligula, probably uses his stay with the family as an excuse to get close the Psychonauts to gain further information.

Either path, he is still absolutely shaken by learning about all this (obviously). He never forgives Ford but is confused on how to feel about Nona.

#Psychonauts 2 #Gristol malik #augustus aquato #lucrecia mux #arty farty #hi. so i've been very dead because of my studies and lost of passion #haven't been able to draw at all because it feels like a chore. But af ter 100% Psychonauts 2 in 2 days (jesus) i suddenly had this idea. A

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puca-polka · 6 months ago

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Arcane Rambles: Season 2 Plotholes

While I do adore the Arcane series I feel like season two had a few conflicting plotholes and things that just didn't work, especially when you compare it to season one.

I binged the series after season two came out, having slept on it for a while. Two glaring things confused me, one being Vander and Silco knowing the parents of Jinx and Vi. With how season one goes, Silco and Vander act as if they don't know them despite season two showcasing that they did.

Most notably, Silco is fully ready to kill Vi and Powder in the beginning. If he knew them and was like an uncle to them before the incident at the bridge, why would he hurt the children of the woman who was his dearest friend and possible love interest? Even if the betrayal of Vander had made him bitter and a bit unstable, one would think he would at least spare them. Additionally, before Silco takes powder in, he calls her, "Little girl", showing he doesn't know her. I also would like to add how Benzo reacted when Silco first revealed himself, the pure vitriol and contempt Benzo showed made me think Silco must've done something truly vile to earn that level of reaction. However, as season two shows us, the blame was mostly on Vander for snapping and "losing his head" after the death of Vi and Powder's parents. So with that said, I would think Benzo wouldn't have been so aggressive towards Silco, since most would know it wasn't his fault. The only other reason I could think of for him to be so hostile is perhaps Silco had been making a bit of a reputation before seizing power after Vander's death/absence and using Shimmer to bolster his claim. My evidence for that is Vander's reaction when Vi tells him how they were jumped by Zaunites shortly after robbing Jayce's apartment. Implying he knew those thugs most likely were tied to Silco, hinting that Silco was at least making some waves to gain Vander's notice.

Additionally, I wanted to add that my initial theory for what happened was that Silco actually did kill Powder's and Vi's parents by accident. I imagined it was parallel to Powder accidentally setting off that explosion that claimed Claggor's and Milo's lives. The idea is that Silco set off an explosion with that Molotov cocktail and the parents got caught in the crossfire.

Lastly, the thing that confuses me the most for the second season is the alternate universe Ekko enters. If it's exactly the same as theirs but in this Vi dies, how is Zaun suddenly flourishing? One could argue that her death caused Piltover to actually pay attention to Zaun or that it caused Jayce to forsake Hextech and focus his efforts on raising Zaun. However, even if that was the case if their Zaun was the same as the other Universe where Vi lives, that still doesn't make any sense. There is no way everything will be that put together and prosperous in that short of a time frame, even with Jayce's efforts. It's only been six to seven years, I don't think that is enough time to get Zaun to be as cleaned up and flourishing as we see it, we'd at most see them while rebuilding it.

Now, if it was that this Zaun is different from the one that Vi lives, where this Zaun was never really under the same oppression, that begs the question of why they were even stealing from Jayce in the first place. They would have no need since they wouldn't be in the same situation as they are in the alternate Zaun where Vi lives.

#arcane #arcane rambles #arcane silco #jinx arcane #vi arcane #vander arcane #writing rant

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randomness-in-motion · 15 days ago

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When Reality Bites

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Cloudreach 9:46 Dragon

Tuning out the layers of noise around him, Camris mentally reviewed the contract as he made his way through the market. He'd been sent to Minrathous, but not alone. He couldn't figure out why he was being paired with another on the contract that Viago had told him could impact his status..

The target made sense, the message being sent made sense.. the other Crow coming with him didn't. Then there was the odd familiarity he got from the name of the target. He'd spent the entire time on their way here trying and failing to root it out of his memory. The fact that there was only a first name listed and the contract said the target would willingly come to him was also perplexing.

He frowned as his gaze slid over to the smaller Crow, clothing styled to look like a servant, their face showing blatant displeasure at being here. It was both an irritating and amusing sight. His hands smoothed over his own clothes, expensive Tevinter style mage robes that he wanted to strip off and burn. Neither of them wanted to be here.

"I could have taken care of this from Salle.." muttered under his breath as he paid for his purchase, the other Crow narrowed an eye as they looked up at him, ears twitching "What?" only to receive a headshake and a blunt "Nothing." from him as he turned to hand the bag to them. Play the part repeating in his head, think before you act or Viago will tear you a new one, again..

As he went to move on to another shop, he heard someone call out "Gideon?" and he froze at both the name and the voice. Then a hand touched his shoulder and that familiarity he'd felt earlier flared again as he turned "I'm sorry, but I think you've mistaken me for someone else." and as it all clicked, he watched the colour drain from the other mans face, pale watery blue eyes going wide. "By Lusacan... Ca.. Camris? Or Dariel?"

Camris shifted and plastered a confused look on his face as he looked at his uncle... well, half-uncle, on his mothers side. Maaran was a simpering wastrel of a man, and his target. As the other Crow scuffed his foot against the ground, Camris ignored it "I'm Camris, have we met before? Who is Dariel?"

A quick flash of relief passed across Maaran's face as he brought his other hand up and clamped both hands to the sides of Camris' arms "I'm Maaran, I'm your uncle. Do you not remember me, Camris?" and then squeezed "By the gods, your parents are going to be so happy! You look so much like your father." only for Camris to blanch as he brushed Maaran's hands away "I don't like to be touched.. And I think you're mistaken, my family died when I was a child."

Maaran's hands simply moved to grasp hold of Camris' hand "Whoever told you that lied or didn't know. Come with me and I'll show you. Your parents will be out of session later tonight, I'll take you to them."

Session.. both. Camris pulled his hand free as he shook his head "Again, I don't like to be touched. And you think I'm going to go off with some random person that I don't know? For all I know this is some sort of ruse where you take us somewhere isolated and then rob us."

Maaran dropped his hands to his sides as he stammered "Wait.. wait. I, there's a cafe right over there. We can talk over coffee, then you can decide. Please.." Camris' head tilted as he watched the barely concealed panic on his uncle's face and then he gave a nod "I can spare a few minutes for coffee, but only a few minutes. I have somewhere I need to be soon."

Camris couldn't help but frown at the other Crow as they all walked to the cafe and received a glare in reply as they sat down to order. Maaran rambling on about how hard his parents had searched for him and Dariel, how they had never given up. He'd almost choked on the shit excuse for coffee he'd taken a drink of when Maaran had said Angelica was inconsolably heartbroken at the loss of her brothers, his uncle was a terrible liar.

Then Maaran had brought up how his father was now a Magister alongside his mother, that Gideon had been so sure that they'd eventually find Camris and Dariel that he'd set things so that Camris would inherit the seat if he were found. The longer his uncle spoke the more irritation etched it's way into the other Crow's face.

He set the coffee aside and pinned Maaran with an incredulous smirk "You expect me to believe that my parents are Magisters? That I'm an.." he snapped his fingers a few times as though he were trying to think "what is the term used here?.."

and his uncle nodded excitedly "Altus, yes! You're one of only a few in the family who manifested magic so early, and you showed such promise." then his tone shifted, almost passing for sad "They had high hopes for you, and then you and Dariel went missing... When the family had to leave Vyrantium they made sure that your room here was just like it had been. If.. if you'll come with me I'll show you."

Camris narrowed an eye as he leaned forward "Okay, but if you try anything, it will not end well for you." and motioned to the other Crow as his uncle nodded "Yes, yes. I would never, nephew. Come, the estate isn't far."

Just shy of an hour later they were sitting in the smaller parlor having coffee that was only slightly better than the crap from the cafe as Maaran droned on, untouched cup in front of him. Camris looked at him over the edge of his cup as he took a drink, then tilted his head "Thank you for the tour. Your coffee will become bitter if it sits much longer, Uncle." barely managing to not gag at the affectionate term that left his mouth.

The word however caused Maaran's face to light up as he picked up the cup, a long drink taken as he settled back in his chair, small smile of accomplishment playing on his lips as he rambled a bit. It only took a few minutes of smiling and coffee sipping before the mans head started to droop, and in another minute he was unconscious.

Camris set his cup down as the smaller Crow pulled several lengths of rope from one of the bags they'd acquired at the market and the two of them got to work tying Maaran to the chair. Glaring eyes glancing at Camris as the other Crow snarked "So, not just a vint, but a damn Magister in waiting."

"Shut the fuck up." snapped out as he tightened the ropes so much that his uncle was likely to lose circulation in his hands if he was bound for too long "That's why you were sent with me I take it? To babysit the fucking 'vint'? Make sure I do the job, kill me if I don't?" then took a length of cloth and gagged Maaran with it.

Orange sparks flickered around him as he looked at the other Crow "Go kill the guards and then free everyone else while I do my job." then back to his uncle "Stay away from the lower level, it's warded in a way that only someone blood related can get past and I don't want to have to drag what's left of you back to Salle and explain to Viago why you're in pieces."

"Free everyone else?" the disbelief in their tone had Camris nearly gritting his teeth "Did I fucking stutter? Yes, -Free-. My parents don't employ people, they -buy- them. Kill the damn guards and free the others. I'll be done with him in about twenty minutes, then I'll go take care of the lower level."

Once the other Crow had left, Camris moved back over to his uncle and turned the chair so that it was facing him, a deep breath taken as he closed his eyes and ran his finger tips across Maaran's forehead and his own head dropped forward as he got to work.

Thirty minutes later he was standing outside the warded door that led to the lower level where his mothers work space was. Something felt off about it, he recognized the ward she'd used.. but there was something that was causing his stomach to knot up and he didn't understand it.

Blade moving across his palm leaving a line of blood in its wake he shifted as he raised his hand up and pressed it against the door, focus narrowing as he undid the layers of magic and then recoiled as a wave of pain and sour came as the ward cleared.

Opening the door and stepping into the stairwell that led down, Camris pulled the door shut behind him before he started down the steps, the feeling getting progressively worse the closer that he got to the second door. Blood coated palm lifted to press and repeat the unraveling of magic, the moment the ward came down his stomach lurched.

The veil here was too thin, the air even more sour. The whispers almost overwhelming. He didn't remember ever feeling anything like this as a kid, what in the void was his mother doing down here to cause this feeling... how could she stand it? He covered his mouth and nose as he pushed the door open and blinked for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, noting the wall sconces he moved his free hand and brought their flames up only to instantly regret doing so.

It took everything in him to remain standing, the steps taking him in farther slowing as he took in the horrors of the room. By the time he reached the cage at the back wall he couldn't stand anymore. The familial pride his parents had instilled into him as a child had been worn down over the years by his Crow training, but the last shred of it that he'd held onto through it all turned to ash as his knees met the ground and a sob broke free at the whimpering sounds of fading life in front of him.

He didn't have enough healing tonic or blood in himself to fix what his mother had done.. all he could do was end their misery as quicky and painlessly as possible. Once he'd finished, he stepped back out into the stairwell before he turned, eyes closing as he flooded the room with flame before shutting and warding the door behind him.

Once he was in the upper hall he reapplied the ward exactly as it had been before and then headed to the room that had been readied for him. His hand brushing the hair from his face, he opened the armoire then pressed the secret panel and reached into the space that was revealed, a pang of relief forming in his chest the moment his fingers met with the silken ballet slippers.

He tucked them into his robes and as he left he set everything else in the room on fire, then shut the door. The smaller Crow meeting him a few steps down the hall frowned up at him "Everyone has been either freed or taken care of. We good to go or is there anything else you need to do?"

Camris didn't answer as he grabbed one of the dead guards and dragged his body over and into his sisters room, hand moving to use the mans blood to etch a ward onto his back interrupted by the smaller Crow grabbing his shoulder and pulling "Blood magic?! What the fuck are you doing?" only for Camris to jerk free and finish the ward "He's fucking dead, what does it matter? I'm leaving my sister a surprise." then positioned the man so that he was leaning against the end of the bed.

Camris motioned with his hand as he left the room "One last thing and we can go." and then headed back to the parlor where his uncle still sat, tied to the chair. Camris took the Porenni family birthright amulet out of Maaran's robe pocket and then patted him on the cheek to wake him. As watery blue eyes opened and fixed on his face, completely blank, Camris smiled, his voice gentle "Uncle, I need you to give Angelica a message.."

The smaller Crow interrupting him "Isn't he supposed to be dead?" Camris glanced back for a moment, "Considering what I did to him, he pretty much is." not bothering to explain anything to the other mage as honey brown eyes fixed back onto Maaran's face "Uncle, I need you to tell Angelica that she can't escape what's coming for her. Do you understand?"

When his uncle only nodded, Camris shook his head "I need you to -Tell- me if you understand." he needed more than just the vacant eyes of tranquility, he needed to hear his voice, and as his uncle nodded again, the flat emotionless words "I understand." came and Camris stood up.

"We can leave now."

#dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #dragon age rook #dragon age mage #crow rook #Camris Alexander de Riva #pre veilguard #an attempt was made

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paulinamakes · 9 months ago

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I ramble about the Untamed

I just finished watching the Untamed with my sister (it took roughly 3 months lol) and I just wanted to write down a barely coherent collection of thoughts I had about it

This was my first c-drama actually! I feel like I started with the finest one

When I started, I thought "how could you possibly need FIFTY episodes for this story?" and as it went on I kept thinking "how can this take ONLY fifty episodes?". Still now I think they could've used a few more episodes to flesh out some arcs better and the last arc did feel a little rushed

Although I get what happened and where it was left at worked for the story, we were ROBBED of more Husaisang content. I want to see him do necromancy and be clever!

The juniors were genuinely the BEST addition to the story. Not only did it let us see how Lan Zhan was bringing about the future of his clan and raising them with less restrictions, but they were just so cute. They helped the old stubborn cultivators accept change and trust Wei Wuxian more as well! And of course I adore Jin Ling. His relationship with Jiang Cheng may not be the typical sweet and warm uncle-nephew relationship but there is so much love and care there. Jiang Cheng may disguise his care as anger, but because Jin Ling is the same way he sees through it. He tells Wei Wuxian immediately that Jiang Cheng would never hurt him, even if he promises to break his knees every day.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan have the central romantic relationship, sure, but the show writes every relationship with care and importance. Friendships like Wei Wuxian's and Wen Ning's are extremely important, as well as familial ones like Wei Wuxian and his Yunmeng siblings. With that, I think the sibling relationships are done exceedingly well. They are loving but complex and turbulent. Like I don't know any personal details but I bet you that MXTX has siblings 100%.

Honestly my favorite dynamics were Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, the three sworn brothers (they FASCINATE ME), the whole messy ass Xueyang trio, and Wei Wuxian with the Wen siblings

Is Jin Ling leader now? I hope not, he's too young!

Obviously Jiang Cheng is my favorite. This man can't express any emotion in a healthy way to save his life and I, for one, find it endearing. I don't understand how people genuinely dislike his, especially considering how he was 18-19 when he became leader like.... do you realize how young that is and what that does to someone!!! Anyways, yeah, I don't care, I support his every action even when he's being a bitch

I wasn't expecting him to become so important tbh but I really adore Lan Xichen. He's genuinely the kindest. He is Wangxian's #1 wingman, even when they both threaten the image of his entire clan that he leads. He extends nothing but pure kindness towards Jin Guangyao even when he was at his lowest rank. Sure, his trust may have been his downfall at the end, but I admire him for it all the same

You know who else I admire a lot? JIANG YANLI!!!! Her blind 100% complete trust for Wei Wuxian even at his very worst moments is so commendable and I adore her for it. He NEEDED that

The music in this show is so damn good. Both the score and the character theme songs! My favorites have to be Wei Wuxian, Xueyang and Jiang Cheng's theme songs, because the voices are so pretty! And Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng's actors sang it themselves too :)

While it has a huge sprawling story, the actual message they tell over and over is quite simple: Kindness is essential. Like, we are given characters like Xueyang and Jin Guangyao that had a similar childhood to Wei Wuxian. Without a parent, abandoned, poor, and looked down upon because of their low status. The reason Wei Wuxian grew up to be a good person is because over and over again, he was treated kindly. Jiang Fengmian brought him into his family and he had siblings that adored him. Jin Guangyao and Xueyang weren't given that kindness and therefore weren't able to give any of it out either.

The golden core transfer reveal was so well done. I knew what had happened but I was SO curious how Jiang Cheng would finally find out. Bless Wen Ning for spilling everyone's tea lol. The way Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan both had flashbacks to moments where Wei Wuxian was seemingly arrogant made them look cruel now. Everyone acted that scene out so WELL

I appreciate the efforts to push against censorship as much as possible. The actors added their own little flavor, small details like Wangxian bowing thrice as married couples do in front of ancestors, framing of certain scenes, and more...

The pacing and set up of this show were done really well! I think starting us out with the post-death Wei Wuxian era worked out so well because we knew some huge details of what had happened, but it left me itching and burning with the need to know how all this could possibly unfold and it really kept my attention the whole time

the distinct architecture and scenery of each clan was so beautiful!

Although I got truly hooked a little later on, I am so fond of the simple times of the Cloud Recesses. They were so young and carefree and that's the only time we really got Huaisang and Wuxian bestie time (which I really miss)

Okay I think that's all I got for now. This show unleashed the unbridled love and obsession for a piece of media I haven't felt in a while

#mdzs #the untamed #untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi

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two-dorks-write-fandom-stuff · 1 day ago

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anything ducktales plzzz

Hehehe...oh you have no clue the power you've given me anon. For you see, I've become cursed to love and adore Scrooge Mcduck himself, so thats what you're getting, platonic because there arent enough of those

I've been thinking about what it'd be like to be the sibling of Della and Donald, so thats what im doing here! This is just my self-indulgent ramblings lol, hope thats alright! -🍓🩷

Everything at first is pretty much the same. You, Della and Donald are left with Scrooge for a day, he's forced to take you on an adventure, so on and so forth

After that, once you and the other two start going on adventures with him regularly, is when things get fun. You have your own space in the room Donald and Della share in Scrooges Mansion, decorated with tributes to each of your adventures! I personally would like to commemorate each adventure if I was there, so for the sillies were gonna say you find an old, Polaroid camera and take pictures at the end of every adventure. Scrooge would never buy you film cartridges on his own, so you and your siblings have to rob him blind every month. Hes we'll aware you're taking money, but as long as you dont take more than you really need, he can deal with it.

He isn't quite as bad as Beakly, though he has his moments of being protective. You weren't spared the bad-luck Donald and Della got, and frequently end up in the most weird, dangerous, and dumb situations possible, as do the other two. It drives him up a wall, but as long as you come back home in one piece, he'll continue to take you on adventures.

Now, as you grow older and Della has the triplets, then gets lost with the Spear of Selene, much like him and Donald, your relationship takes a bit of a hit. You dont move out like Donald, but you dont really stay either.

You get a job, grow up, stop going on adventures, and help Donald with the boys from time to time. You still live with him, though you're never in the house. And he never bothered to try too hard to get you to talk to him. Not that he didnt miss you, but in his mind as long as you were still under his roof, you weren't gone in the same way Della and Donald were, so it was less important.

Then the day Donald drops the boys off comes along, and slowly your relationship mended. It was never fully broken, just had to be thawed out.

Huey, Dewey and Louie knew of you, and your relationship to Donald, though you only really showed up on birthdays. Just like their uncle, they had no clue you were related to Scrooge.

When they start going on adventures, you cant help but get back into it as well, though you do still have a job to attend to, so its a part-time thing. You try to spend more time with Donald, missing your brother as well, and try to get him to get along with Scrooge again.

That's all I got for right now lol- hope its alright! Please send more requests, I love writing for Ducktales so much <3

#Ducktales x reader #platonic x reader #Scrooge mcduck x reader #kinda #i admit hes the main focus of my insanity #lol #Strawberrywrites

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mugloversonly · 1 year ago

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Fresh Meat?

This was inspired by a post by @piratefishmama

Summary: Eddie goes to a gay club for the first time and gets unwanted attention. Steve steps in.

WC:4110

Steve slid into the booth with a round of drinks and passed the around to the group. Beers for him, Nancy, and Johnathon, a lemon drop for Robin, and a coke for Argyle. Steve was the designated driver, but Argyle didn’t cross-fade...in public anyway. He came back in the middle of a conversation.

“King Leer was a tragedy.” Johnathon was saying.

“Yes, and there is a common theme in Shakespeare’s tragedies vs his comedies.” Robin insisted. Great, a literature talk. Steve loved listening to them go at it, but sometimes he hated that he couldn’t contribute.

“The kings are the main characters in the tragedies?” Johnathon asked. Nancy let out the most put upon sigh and Robin face palmed.

“In the tragedies the ignored the women my man.” Argyle said with a slap to Johnathon’s shoulder.

“Thank you!” Robin yelled. Steve could practically smell the ramble coming and needed to change the subject quickly.

“Robs, that girl is looking at you.” He pointed to a pretty blonde across the bar. She whipped her head around so fast it was a surprise it was still attached to her neck. When she spotted her, she chugged her drink before standing up.

“I’m going in.” She said as she moved toward the blonde. As she walked off, it was like a dam opened up. Nancy and Johnathon took the dance floor together. Argyle slid out of the booth with a pat on Steve’s shoulder. He watched him go and saw him start dancing alone. Argyle was ridiculously confident. If Steve could bottle that confidence he would make billions.

Steve drank the rest of his beer and grabbed another by the time the others came back. He wasn’t much of dancer, he liked to come along for the atmosphere and to make sure his friends got home safe.

When Robin got back, she was alone. But Steve noticed a number on her arm. With a pointed look he lifted his hand for a high five. She blushed before reciprocating. Now that everyone was having a good time, conversation turned to more mutual interests.

Steve glanced around the bar and saw something that unnerved him. There was a guy on the other side of the bar gesturing broadly. His shoulders were relaxed, his long curly hair flew around has he talked. The man he was talking to was not backing down. The man turned towards the bar as if to dismiss the other guy and Steve nearly spit out his beer. He grabbed Robin cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Is that Eddie Munson?!” He asked pointing. Robin turned and followed Steve’s gaze.

“It is! The kids have a campaign this weekend?” Robin asked. The rest of the table looked over. Even though he wasn’t in high school anymore, Eddie still came around to Hawkins quite frequently to play D&D with the kids and visit his uncle.

“He looks good.” Argyle said. “Like living in the big city really works for him.” The others nod in agreement. They watched as the guy he was talking to took the hint and backed off. Not long afterwards, another guy came up and started chatting him up. Everyone else moved on from Eddie, but Steve couldn’t.

He watched as Eddie was flirted with left and right. Multiple guys bought him drinks and even one guy boldly grabbed hand as they talked. Eddie was blushing, obviously a bit nervous and overwhelmed with all the attention. Steve wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t. Just because he had a small crush on him after the few interactions they had didn’t mean he cared who talked to him.

They guy kissed Eddie and Steve tore his gaze away. It wasn’t his business. Robin locked eyes with him and glanced at Eddie over her shoulder. She winced sympatheically and pat his shoulder. “You okay?” She asked.

Yeah. It’s not my business. We barely friends.” Which was kind of true. The kids made sure they were civil with each other and they may have hung out with them at the same time, but they never had any one on one time.

As they are talking, Steve watches Eddie push the guy away and turn away from him. His shoulders are tense and pulled up to his ears. Steve watches as he fiddles with his glass, very obviously uncomfortable. The guy grabbed Eddie’s shoulder and forcibly turned him back to him, his anger palpable even from this distance. Eddie goes to stand up but the guy crowds him against the bar. Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he looks for the bartender. Unfortunately, he’s busy on the other side of the bar. His intense gaze causes the others to follow it.

“Hey, that doesn’t look good.” Johnathon said what they all were thinking.

“Go save him.” Robin said, nudging him and wiggling her eyebrows. “Don’t the kids call you a paladin? Go do your paladining.” She said. Steve rolled his eyes and raised his hands in surrender. He stood and made his way over to the men. As he got closer he could hear Eddie.

“I told you man! I’m here with someone, leave me alone!” He growled out, the frustration clear. Steve never knew Eddie well in school, since he was a year ahead initially. But due to the little butt heads, they knew each other a bit now and knew how to read him. And although Eddie was acting tough, Steve could see his hands shaking slightly. This guy was bigger than him and it was clear he knew he couldn’t win if they fought.

His eyes darted around the room frantically and Steve picked up the pace. He ran up to Eddie’s side sliding an arm around his shoulders.

Eddie tensed as he glanced at Steve. He saw as Eddie finally recognized him and relaxed. He leaned back into Steve’s chest. “Hey baby.” Steve said dropping a kiss to the other man’s cheek. He hoped Eddie’s DM skills would kick in and he’d play along.

“Hey love, there you are!” He exclaimed sliding his hand around Steve’s waist. “I was just about to order us another round.” He turned his back to the other guy, attempting to dismiss him.

“Hey! I was here first.” The guy turned on Steve. “Back off.” Steve snorted and put on his bitch face.

“Are you still here?” He raised an eyebrow. “Not only, is he taken, by me I might add, but he’s way out of your league.”

“This freak? He’s lucky to be noticed by me.” The guy sneered. Eddie stiffened at the word freak and Steve felt his protectiveness flare up.

“If he’s so lucky, why are you acting so desperate? Could it be that you know your comb over is super obvious?” He asked pursing his lips. The guy’s eyes hardened. Eddie snorted. “Or maybe it’s that you’re LARPing as a well off man. What with your knockoff Rolex? Seriously, you’d be better off not wearing anything. That’s not even to mention your smell. It’s called a shower. Or if that’s too confusing, deodorant.” Steve sneered.

“The fuck is your problem?” The guy spat.

“My problem is that you’re still here. Seriously, I’ve seen garbage cans with more appeal. Buh, bye.” Steve threw one last bitchy look and wiggled his fingers while gesturing away from them. The guy looked like he was going to try one more time before he stomped off. “Are you alright?” He asked, turning to Eddie.

“Yeah, thanks for the save.” He said shyly. “He just wouldn’t take no for an answer. I told him I was here with someone but he wouldn’t back off.” He took a big sip of his drink.

“Are you here with someone?” Eddie shook his head. Steve glanced over his shoulder at his table and made the decision to invite Eddie to join them. Eddie finished his drink then the two of them made their way over and everyone exchanged pleasantries. They spent the next half hour catching up, turns out Argyle knew Eddie from his drug dealing days, which was a surprise to absolutely no one.

“Looks like you’re pretty popular.” Nancy said with a wave around the bar.

“I think it’s just obvious that I’ve never been here before. Or anywhere like it.” Eddie admitted.

“This your first time in a gay bar?” He asked. Eddie nodded and took a sip from his drink.

“They can smell fresh meat.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. Steve didn’t like that.

“I mean, sure but guys are probably lining up to talk to you.” He argued. At Eddie’s incredulous look, he continued. “Come on, Eds. You’re ridiculously attrative. It’s almost offensive.” Eddie blushed and glanced away, pulling a lock of hair over his mouth.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Steve’s heart raced as he realized what he just said and he looked at Robin for help. Like the best friend she is, she stepped in and changed the subject.

“Another drink Eddie?” She asked.

~~~

A few rounds later, and it was Argyle turn, but as he got a count, Eddie started to sway. “Are you a light weight Eddie?” Robin joked. Everyone chuckled, including Eddie, but he suddenly grasped the table. His face paled and he turned to Steve.

“I don’t feel so good.” He said.

“How much have you drank?” Steve asked. Eddie held up two fingers. Steve may be the keg stand king, but Eddie Munson was known to be able to hold his liquor. Steve looked into his eyes and they were glassier than they should be after two drinks. Shit. “Nancy, get the car.” He said tossing Nancy the keys, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I think you were drugged, Eds.” Steve said as he wrapped an arm around him.

“Yeah, that’s what it feels like.” He said, slurring. “I need to go home.” He stood as if he was going to get there on his own. He made it two steps before he stumbled. Steve caught him and gestured to Argyle. The two each got on one side of Eddie and helped him out of the bar. Robin and Johnathon ran ahead to meet Nancy at the curb. The three men slid into the back of the BMW. Steve fished in Eddie’s pockets for his van keys. “Hey, buy a guy dinner first.” He said. Still, he pulled his car keys out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Steve, who handed them to Johnathon.

“I’ll follow you.” Johnathon said. Robin went with him stating that if Eddie decided to throw up she didn’t want to be here for it.

“Where to?” Nancy asked.

“My house.” Steve said. He knew his house would be empty. It would be the perfect place for Eddie to sober up. As Nancy started driving, Steve did his best to keep Eddie awake. Thankfully, Steve didn’t live far from the bar and they were soon pulling up to the house. Eddie was having a hard time staying upright so Steve carried him into the house.

“Carrying me over the threshold, Stevie?” He asked. “Don’t you need to give me a ring before that?” Steve’s face heated and he had to remind himself that Eddie was drugged. “Or am I a damsel in distress?” He bopped Steve’s nose as he said this. As he carried Eddie to the living room, he saw Robin trying to hold in a laugh out of the corner of his eye.

She’s never going to let him live this down. He laid Eddie down on the couch and ran to his bedroom to get him some pjs. He dug through his drawers to find something with an adjustable waistband since Eddie significantly thinner than him. He grabbed his softest shirt and ran back down the steps. When he got there, Nancy was forcing Eddie to drink some water and Argyle and Johnathon were in the kitchen cooking something for all of them. Robin, was anxiously rambling about side affects that could indicate that it’s getting worse not better. Eddie was nodding along with a serious expression, but it was obvious he wasn’t really paying attention. When Steve came in the room, Eddie’s eyes found him and his face lit up.

He gave him a tiny finger wave, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “I found some clothes for you. The sweats have a cinched waist so they should stay up.” He said, handing over the clothes. Eddie’s smile turned into a pout when he saw the shirt. “What? Not metal enough for you?” Steve joked. Eddie looked at him with those big Bambi eyes.

“I was hoping you’d let me borrow one of your sweaters. They always look so soft.” Eddie whined. Steve laughed and that made Eddie jut out his bottom lip even further. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away.

Steve sighed and dashed back up the steps. He returned with his soft yellow sweater and handed it over. “Is that better, Eds?” He asked the older boy. Without a care in the world, Eddie stripped down to his boxers and pulled on the clothes. If sunshine could be a person, that was Eddie when he pulled on the sweater. It was a bit too big for Steve, so Eddie was practically swimming in it.

“Way better, Stevie. Thank you.” He said shyly. Robin gave Steve a knowing look and mouthed Stevie. She knew about his small crush on the boy and he knew she would be relentless later. Before Steve could respond, Eddie let out a jaw cracking yawn and his eyes began to slip shut. “Can I go to sleep now?” He asked. He laid down and curled up, seeming to not care about the answer.

“Do you want to sleep in a bed maybe?” Steve asked. Eddie shook his head.

“You can sleep in Steve’s bed.” Robin goaded. Eddie sprang up and nearly fell of the couch in his excitement.

“Lead the way to your rich people bed, big boy!” He shouted. The teens giggled at his antics. Even drugged up, he was still the life of the party. He tried to stand up but he was still a little wobbly so Steve gave him a hand up to his room. He tucked Eddie into bed and made sure he had everything he needed. He snuggled under the blanket on his back.

“Sleep well, Eds.” Steve said as he made his way to the door. He went to close it, but he heard a soft sniffle that gave him pause. “Eds?” He asked. He turned back to the bed and saw that Eddie was now laying on his side with his head buried under the blankets. Steve rushed back to his side and knelt down. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pushing his hair off his face.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered wetly as tears fell over his lashes. Steve shushed him quietly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Steve reassured. Eddie shook his head.

“I ruined your night. You had to leave the club all because I was too stupid to pay attention to my drink.” He said wetly. “Sorry, you can go, I shouldn’t drop this all on you.” He rolled over so he wasn’t looking at Steve anymore.

“Eddie,” Steve began stroking the other boy’s hair. “You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, I liked seeing you.” He said. Eddie rolled back to him, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Really?”

“Really. I like seeing you Eddie.” Steve took a deep breath and decided to be brave. “I just like you actually.” He said. Eddie’s eyes shined.

“Will you stay with me?” He asked hopefully. Steve smiled.

“Let me tell the others and I’ll be right back.” Steve did just that to the catcalls and wolf whistles of the others. He went back to his room and changed into his pjs. Looking at Eddie, he asked “do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Eddie grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it up, gesturing for Steve to slide in. Once he did, Eddie cuddled up to him and wrapped his arms and legs around him, like an octopus. “Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Stevie.”

~~~

The sun shined through his window right into his eyes, causing him to jerk awake. For a moment Steve was confused by the pressure on his chest, but when he glanced down and saw Eddie, the night came back to him. He gently shook Eddie awake. “Good morning sleepy head.” Steve whispered. Eddie shuffled around before opening his eyes.

His confusion quickly turned to panic and he jerked back from Steve. He frantically looked around before sitting up abruptly. He tilted to the side as the world spun and slapped a hand over his mouth looking at Steve.

Steve jumped up and opened the door to the bathroom and Eddie rushed in. He emptied the contents of his stomach and Steve rushed in to hold back his hair and rub his back. When he was finished, Steve handed him a cup of water and helped him sit back against the tub. After a few minutes, he spoke.

“Not that I’m not grateful for the help; but, what happened?” The panic was coming back. “How did I get here? Did we…” Eddie’s eyes grew impossibly wide. “Did we fuck?” He asked. Steve reared back and held his hands up.

“No, no. What do you remember?” He asked. Eddie closed his eyes tight.

“I remember, guys coming up to me and buying me drinks, um..a guy being pushy, and you coming over. But everything after that, is a blur.” He said shaken.

“There’s no easy way to say this. You were drugged at the bar last night.” Steve said. Eddie recoiled and slammed back into the wall. Steve leaned closer but Eddie shrunk back, so he pulled back again.

“Did you drug me?” He asked. At first Steve was offended. What kind of guy did Eddie think he was? But as he looked at Eddie, he saw that he didn’t really believe it, he was just scared and confused. In a bathroom he didn’t recognize, after having puked up his guts, with no memory of how he got here. Steve took a beat to calm down before responding.

“No, I didn’t. I was with Nancy, Robin, Johnathon, and Argyle. They can all tell you. We saw that guy crowd you against the bar. We think he drugged you.” He said, his hands held up where Eddie could see them. Still Eddie was tense.

“Where are they? Can I ask them?” Steve nodded. The group had spent the night and if he was right about the time, the boys would be in the kitchen cooking breakfast as the girls kept them company. Steve helped Eddie stand and they made their way downstairs.

The closer they got, the voices of the group filtered to their ears.

“Do you think Eddie’s going to freak out when he wakes up?” It sounded like Johnathon said. Eddie snorted behind him as they heard the group’s conversation.

“You’re worried about Eddie?” Robin snorted. “You know Steve has a huge crush on him. It’s him I’m worried about, hopefully he doesn’t embarrass himself too badly” she giggled. Steve felt his face heat as they stepped into the kitchen. No one spotted them at first as Eddie slid up next to Steve and gave him a look.

In the end, it was Argyle who spotted them. “Hey, man! How you feeling?” He boomed. The rest of the group turned towards the kitchen door.

“Like I woke up with a major hangover.” He replied. “Stevie said I was drugged?” He asked. The group all nodded.

“Yeah we think it was that asshole who was hitting on you at the bar. Nancy got his license plate number.” Johnathon said. Eddie looked impressed with Nancy.

“I figured if you wanted to take action, you’d need some information.” She blushed. Eddie walked over and gave her an exaggerated kiss on the forehead in thanks. He sits in the free seat next to her and Robin jumps up to run to Steve.

“How much of that did he hear, do you think?” She asked, doing her best to be quiet during her panic.

“I’m pretty sure he heard the last thing you said, at the very least.” He whispered back. He glanced at Eddie and found the other man’s eyes already on him. Shit. He glanced away quickly and moved to the kitchen to get some coffee. He made himself and Eddie a cup and took his own seat. Argyle and Johnathon plated the food and set it in front of everyone.

Eddie moaned at the first bite. “Holy shit pattern man! This is awesome.” He exclaimed. Argyle thanked him genuinely and jokingly blew him a kiss. Eddie caught it and put it in his pocket. Steve was not jealous, he wasn’t. The two men were just flirty in nature.

The group laughed and joked through the meal and by the end, Eddie was sure he could trust this group. The boys were the first to head out stating something about needing to help Joyce with household fixes. The girls followed, but were less subtle about why, what with Robin throwing an exaggerated wink at Steve and Nancy giving him a thumbs up. Steve loved his friends, he did, but god they were embarrassing.

As he closed the door behind him, he took a deep breath before turning back to Eddie. He jumped as he realized the man was right behind him.

“Thanks for the rescue, Stevie.” He said. “If you hadn’t been there, I’m not sure where I would have woken up this morning...if I would have woken up.” He admitted.

“It’s no problem.” Steve said. Eddie softly smiled at Steve.

“I heard what Robin said.” Steve stiffened.

“Oh..she was just...just messing around.” He hoped Eddie would believe him.

“Through out breakfast I started to remember last night.” He paused. “Including what you said to me before we went to bed.” No such luck, he knew Eddie knew he liked him.

“I’m sorry.” Steve began, squeezing his eyes shut. “I shouldn’t have told you. But especially when you were vulnerable like that. That was such a dick move, I…” he cut off when he felt lips on his cheek. “Why’d you do that?” He asked opening his eyes.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t.” Eddie replied with a smirk. Steve stared at him incredulously.

“Did you just quote The Breakfast Club?” Eddie cackled and nodded. “I thought you’d never seen it.” He accused him. He distinctly remembers the conversation about this while Steve was waiting for the kids to pack up.

“I hadn’t when we talked about it. But you mentioned it was one of your favorites so I rented it the next day.” He admitted. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“You rented it because I said I liked it?” Steve asked with a shy smile. Eddie looked away and blushed a pretty pink.

“You’re not the only one with a crush you know.” He said looking at Steve through his lashes. “Now that I know you like me back, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to take me on a date?” Eddie challenged.

“You’re asking me to take you out?” Steve teased. Eddie grabbed his hair and pulled it in front of his face.

“Sure am, big boy. The kids rave about your dating prowess.” He dropped his hair and stepped closer to Steve. He leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I want to experience it for myself.” Steve had to suppress a shiver. Eddie pulled back and flashed a cocky grin. “Or I could take you out. Treat you like you deserve. What do you say, sweetheart?”

Steve made a bold move and grabbed Eddie by the hand, pulling him chest to chest. “I say, all of the above. But before all that, I have a question.” Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist.

“Shoot.”

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie glanced away shyly. When he met Steve’s eyes they were shinning and his smile was making his dimples pop.

“No one’s ever asked before.” Steve tensed, how dare people disrespect Eddie like that? Before he could get too riled up though, Eddie said “Of course you can.”

Steve leaned forward and closed his eyes. He gently pressed his lips to Eddie’s. It was a chaste thing, but intense. A promise for more.

When they broke apart, their eyes locked and Steve wished he could kiss Eddie like that forever.

Spoiler alert: he got his wish.

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 1 year ago

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Chapter one Chapter three My Master List

Title: Chapter two

Word Count: 1010

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

"So you and Robin, ay?" Eddie asked as he and Chrissy sat around scribbling into notebooks one evening.

"Oh hush, it's nothing, just a handful of dates is all" Chrissy blushed.

"Yeah, sure, a handful of dates. We both know what that means for lesbians. You'll be married by the end of the week." Eddie laughed, poking her side.

"I'm bisexual you biphobic ass" Chrissy responded. "But yes, only a handful of dates."

"You clearly like her, Chris, you need to ask her out officially. Do something romantic and ask her the next time you go down on her or something" Eddie shrugged, picking up his dragon slayer and strumming out a few chords.

"Eww! Dont be so crass." Chrissy squeaked.

Eddie laughed and continued to go between playing and writing for a few more minutes.

"Chris, we need to be playing to people, we need a band" Eddie sighed.

"We do, we really do. We need a few more people. Robin can play the guitar really well and it would be a good excuse for me to pick my bass back up, I really should play it more."

"Ok, so we have 2 guitarists and a bassist, as well as 2 singers." Eddie counted on his fingers.

"I'll speak to Robs tomorrow and see what she says if you want?" Chrissy said as she continued to write lyrics in her notebook.

The following day Chrissy was sat out by Lovers Lake with Robin, something they did most days after school. They spent time talking about their days, working on homework and making out as much as they could.

"Birdie, me and Eddie were doing some songwriting last night when we discussed being in a band. We were wondering if you wanted to join us and start a band. I can play bass, you and Eddie can play guitar and Eddie can sing." Chrissy asked.

"Oh, that could be so fun! I would love to bunny" Robin answered kissing Chrissy.

"Steve can play the drums so I could ask him to join too if that's ok? It could be even more fun with him in the band too. We need a place to practice and we need to start getting gigs and then keep working our way up!" Robin rambled making Chrissy giggle.

"Sure baby, we can ask Steve to join. I'll let Eddie know when I see him next. It'll be great. We can do band practice at mine, we can use one of the garages." she smiled at the girl in front of her.

"I spoke to Robin, she's excited to join us and she's suggested Steve joins as well, I've said it's ok but that I would tell you when I next see you." Chrissy told Eddie later that week when they met up again for their weekly movie evening.

"Steve?" Eddie questions as he sets chips into a bowl.

"Harrington, yes" Chrissy replied as she picked the bowl up and curled into the corner of the couch with it.

"Absolutely not, not that top 40, granddad rock-listening jock." Eddie huffed and went to grab another bowl for more chips, knowing full well he had no chance of getting the others back from Chrissy. He was secretly happy about this though, she was eating much better recently.

"He plays the drums and is into punk you ass, can we at least try with him?" Chrissy asked, looking up at him with her big bright eyes that she knew worked.

"Fine," Eddie grumbled "but I'm not happy about it at all."

"Just see how it is at mine next week." she smiled as Eddie got comfy and they started the film. "Not to mention I remember you having a crush on him all those years ago." she winked.

"Oh hush you, you menace of a pixie" Eddie laughed, reaching for the remote and pressing play on the film they had set up to watch.

"So," Robin started as she slid into the dining booth opposite Steve for their weekly fries and milkshake bitchfest. "I was talking to Chrissy the other day and she and Eddie are starting a band, I'm joining them. I want you to join us too. It could be so fun."

"Munson?" was all Steve said looking at her.

"Yes, Munson." Robin sighed. "Will you at least think about it?"

"Yeah ok, anything for you and your little girlfriend," Steve said, sounding very falsely put out by this.

"She's not my girlfriend" Robin hissed at him. "Just come to hers next week and see how practice goes please."

"You know I'll be there, you'll need a lift there and back. I'm not trusting Munson in that death wagon to keep you safe." Steve replied, starting to eat the food that had been placed in front of him.

"Oh dingus, I remember you used to have a crush on him, what happened to that?" Robin cackled.

"I never had a crush on him, don't be stupid." Steve replied unconvincingly.

"Steve said he'll join us in the band," Robin announced to Chrissy as they sat down to eat lunch together a couple of days later.

"Is he as excited as Eddie is?" Chrissy giggled, picking at her salad.

"Oh yes, very," Robin laughed. "They'll be fine when we can get them together and playing some music"

"I can't wait to get playing and be able to spend more time with you" Chrissy blushed.

"Me neither, it's going to be so fun. I really hope we make it big. It would be so awesome to make our dreams come together." Robin smiled.

"Urg stop being so cute when I can't grab you and kiss you, got to save that for later. Want to stay over mine tonight?" Chrissy asked.

"Erm, yeah, of course" The other girl stuttered.

"Good, we can have loads of fun," Chrissy winked.

"I'll need to head to mine for a little while after my last class, let my parents know, and grab a bag of things," Robin said, trying to hide behind her food.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fandom #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things reverse big bang #tw alcohol #tw smut #smut

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oddestly · 1 month ago

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A Doe-Eyed Love

Rating: General Warnings: None Word Count: 3.6K

Chapter 3: By Clear Evening

Arthur was leaning back, sitting slouched in the seat of the bench outside with his hat tipped low over his eyes, tuning Uncle out entirely, when Lori stepped back outside, freshly dressed in a deep navy skirt and cream-colored blouse, with Mary-Beth's neatly folded clothes and a wrapped package held in her hands.

"Got everythin' you two need?" he interrupted whatever Uncle was rambling about, sitting up a little straighter and fixing his hat on his head.

"Yes, I think so. Thank you again, I'll… I'm just going to put these in the wagon-" she gestured to the bundle in her hands, "-then I'll be around town, trying to find some leads."

With that, Lori's skirt brushed Arthur's knees as she swept past him and started down the steps.

"What, leads on jobs?" he asked, then got to his feet and followed after her when she didn't pause. "Why? If ya need the money I can lend you more-"

"No," Lori interrupted firmly. "That's not it."

She took in Arthur's bewildered expression and sighed, dropping her voice so it wasn't so easily overheard by Uncle sitting nearby, though the old man didn't seem to be paying much attention.

"I'll pull my weight, Mr. Morgan. You heard Dutch, no more passengers,” she said.

"Miss Moore, Dutch weren't talkin' 'bout you," he said urgently. "You're just fallen on hard times. Hell, you ain't even need to consider yourselves part of this sorry lot if you don' want to.”

Lori started to shake her head, but he reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. She was almost startled by the steady, deep warmth of his touch.

“Don' start down a road you don't wanna walk…” he added softly. “It ain't gonna lead you home."

She scoffed out a bitter laugh. "I don't have a home to take any roads back to, or do you think I'd still be here?"

"Don't play a fool. You're a smart girl, you know what I mean," he countered steadily.

"I have had plenty of time to think about whether or not this is what I should do - I've had nothing but time for a few weeks now. Sadie needs stability, I can't just pick her up and move her again,” Lori sighed. “Besides, even if I did leave with her now, where would we go? Two single women, one widowed and grieving, with no more than a few gold rings to sell between them? If you were a worse kind of man, Mr. Morgan, what would that sound like to you?"

His hand slid off of her shoulder and down her arm until he dropped his head with a sigh. The brim of his hat covered his face, but she got enough of a glimpse to see the resignation on it.

"Exactly. A target," Lori answered for him. "I think Sadie's been through enough, I don't need to get her robbed, or killed, to protect my own dignity."

"It ain't about your dignity, miss," he protested. "You stick with us, you're gonna see things you wish you ain't - both of you are. You're gonna do things you wish you ain't had to. Things that'll put you under the eyes of the law, dangerous things. We didn't save you two to make ya join this mess an’ become outlaws yourselves.”

“I know,” Lori said sadly. “But this world is difficult, and dangerous, for women with no means and no marriage. Of all my options, you’ve made this one the safest.”

“Me?”

“From everything I’ve seen - even the worst about you is still a decent man,” Lori explained, looking down to study the belongings in her hands. Then she snapped her eyes back up sharply to cut him off, as if she knew the protest was already on his lips. “I’m under no pretense about what you are, what all of them are-” Lori gestured toward Valentine where Uncle still sat on the bench outside the general store, and the other girls were hunting for rumors and scores. “I know you’ve hurt people, and I know you've done much worse. But you care, too; I've seen firsthand the way you care for your people. I know my sister and I are safe from those that would take advantage of our situation. I know we won’t go hungry. We have shelter. I didn’t have to sell everything I had left just to scrounge for a filthy, infested tenement, and then beg whoever would take me for a job that would barely make ends meet. I didn’t have to force my sister to take a job, and instead I can let her grieve in safety, with people who understand and are kind to her. Wouldn’t you choose all of that over such insecurity as everywhere else could offer?”

Arthur was silent for a long time, head still ducked so his hat hid most of his expression, but Lori could see the grimace on his lips.

“When you find out in the comin’ weeks that there’s better out there ‘n us, you jus’ let me know,” he said quietly, looking up again to lock eyes with her. “I’ll get you out. Don’ tie yourself down to this all so quickly. Please.”

“You don’t know me well, and I don’t know you any better… but can I ask you to trust me? There is no wool over my eyes, no one is twisting my arm, and you said it yourself: I’m a smart girl. When Sadie is ready, she’ll have her own choice, I’m just trying to keep her safe til’ then.”

“I s’pose…” Arthur allowed begrudgingly. “I’d just hate to see lives ruined.”

“Our lives were already ruined, and it certainly wasn’t by you.” Lori reached out and grabbed his wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze before she turned away.

“Arthur! Arthur I’ve got something!” Mary-Beth said excitedly, jogging up to them.

Lori slipped away while the younger girl took his attention, excitedly rambling about a possible robbery target.

Arthur tried to pay attention, but found himself watching Lori as she dropped off what she carried in the wagon, then walked down the worn path that went behind the town’s buildings.

She read him like she found him an open book, but surely that wasn’t what was written there. A decent man? He couldn’t doubt her intelligence, but that sentence alone made him wonder.

He wasn’t.

He wasn't good, wasn't decent.

He stood there debating the worth of robbing a train, and as he weighed the difficulty of the planning against the possible take, the people it might hurt didn’t weigh more than a feather. He was rotten, to his core. She just didn’t know him well enough to see it yet.

Wasn’t there proof enough in the satisfaction that simmered in his gut when he threatened the man harassing Tilly, sent him running with nothing more than a growl and show of force? If that left any question at all, wasn’t the doubt snuffed at the pride he felt roaring through his chest when he beat Karen’s attacker, took him down in a single punch and watched his body slump? What good man would feel that way?

“I ain't sure we should be stickin’ around much longer,” Arthur said as he gathered Uncle and the girls into a tighter cluster, circling them like a border collie with its flock.

Lori quickened her steps to be included among the other lambs and he registered her approach with a grateful murmur.

“Good, we're all here. We should pack it in ‘n get outta here.”

“You okay?” Lori asked Karen, seeing a dark bruise forming on the side of her jaw

“Sure, he only punched me,” Karen muttered. “Arthur punched him a'lot harder.”

“Punch- who is punching you?!”

“Some guy I was gonna rob. Arthur took care of'im, quicker than I could've. It's fine, he was drunk enough he might not even remember what happened,” the blonde woman shrugged.

“Hey, who's that guy over there lookin’ at us?” Mary-Beth interjected, gesturing as subtly as she could across the street.

Almost in unison, the rest of them turned to look at a well-dressed man on an antsy horse, and he pointed at Arthur.

“Weren't you in Blackwater a few weeks back?” he asked in a tentative voice.

“Me?” Arthur asked brusquely. “No sir. Ain't from there.”

“Oh, you were,” the man disagreed, wrapping his reins around his hand and settling into his saddle.

Even Lori could tell he was getting ready to run.

“I definitely saw you, w-with a bunch of fellers.”

“Impossible,” Arthur scoffed. “Listen, buddy, c'mere for a minute.” He started stepping forward and waved the man toward them.

“N-no sir, I know I did!” With a jolt of his heels against his horse’s flanks he started off. “You leave me alone!”

“I don't like this…” Uncle murmured, squinting after the man as he galloped recklessly through town.

“Me either,” Arthur agreed with all the dark thunder of a storm cloud. “Go’on an’ get the girls home,” he told Uncle, “I'm gonna go have a word with our friend.”

He looked around briefly before spotting a nearby untethered horse.

Spurs in its sides were urging the beast forward before he'd even finished swinging himself into the saddle.

“Be careful, Arthur!” Tilly called, tension clear in her voice.

“Just a word,” he assured her, eyes hard as steel as he tracked the man’s frantic run. A rough ‘hyah’ sent the stolen horse off after him.

“C’mon then, let’s get on home,” Uncle ushered them all toward the wagon.

Lori paused and watched as Arthur disappeared, but Mary-Beth grabbed her hand. It seemed like she wanted comfort as much as she wanted to pull her along, so Lori squeezed her fingers and followed after her easily.

“What was he talking about?” she whispered to the younger women. “What happened in Blackwater?”

The others looked at each other warily, sharing unsure glances before Tilly spoke up.

“Somethin’ bad,” she said, “but they won’t say much, the boys… There was a job, but it went wrong - real wrong. We had to move, and fast, and we got chased all the way up into those mountains. It’s why we’re goin’ East, still running.”

“Arthur was there?”

“Involved, but… well he’s asked the others about it enough, I don’t think he was in the middle of the mess for once,” Mary-Beth said. “It’s best not to pry, I think.”

Lori nodded, glancing out toward the rolling hills around them as the wagon made its way back into the prairie. She didn’t think she would see Arthur, there was no way she’d know where he went or where to look, but a curiosity pulled her gaze outward.

If he caught the man, would it end like it did for Kieran? Or would it be worse?

“Don’t worry,” Karen urged, probably to all of them together, not just to Lori, but she looked at Lori first. “If anyone c'n make sure nothin’ll follow us back to camp, it’s Arthur. He looks out for us.”

Lori had no doubt of that. If Arthur was anything, he was fiercely loyal and doggedly protective, particularly to those less likely to be able to protect themselves. He was a shield that held itself like a weapon. Nothing would ever make it through him. She was thankful for that, as not only were her and Sadie included in that protection, but she had also already come to care for the other girls more than the rest of the gang, and she knew she herself was no use in protecting them.

She tried to put her worries out of her mind, returning to her chores without complaint when they got back to camp - there was no need to raise Grimshaw’s ire more than slipping out of camp for so long already had. But as the sun began to hang low in the sky she couldn’t ignore something itching at the back of her mind.

“I’m just saying I would've expected him back by now, it's not like he could've taken off on one of his long trips, his horse is still here,” she said to Karen, sitting near her as they each worked on darning a sock.

She glanced one more time at the path through the trees when she thought she heard hooves, but it turned out to be nothing.

“It wouldn't hurt to go take a quick look, right?” she asked.

“You’re too nice to’im,” Karen laughed, “but I’ll cover for ya should Grimshaw come askin’, s’long as you return the favor.”

Lori chuckled as she set her project back into the basket of work and stood. “Absolutely, sweetpea.”

It wasn't the most comfortable ride, as she didn't have her own saddle, and didn't take the time to adjust Arthur's stirrups before heaving herself up into his.

“Hey, boy… Been a while just you and me, huh?” she murmured down to Jericho.

The horse snorted with a shake of his head, the forelock of his mane falling over his eyes. She flicked it out of the way with a chuckle.

The sunset had painted the land gold by the time Lori gave up using the stirrups at all, tucking her feet against Jericho's sides and relying on the squeeze of her thighs and wishing she'd decided to forego the saddle entirely. Luckily for her sore muscles, it was a short ride.

When she first caught sight of him, walking casually alongside the dusty, rutted road, Arthur was looking off toward the dry plains, squinting toward the low dip of the sun.

She laughed at his expression when he turned back and saw her trotting up. He stopped dead for a moment, his head tipping to the side like a curious dog before an amused smile slid across his lips.

“Safe to say we were the last thing you expected to see?” she asked, pulling Jericho to a stop.

“There isn't much I'd’ve expected less,” he admitted with a chuckle, reaching up and running a hand over Jericho's nose, letting the soft muzzle nudge into his palm eagerly.

“I remembered you wouldn't have your own ride back, seeing as you sent Uncle home with the one you took into town,” Lori found herself explaining.

“Well thank you, Miss Moore,” Arthur said kindly. “I woulda been back ‘n hour ago, but… meeting up with some'a the boys didn't quite go to plan, I'll admit.”

She gave him a more thorough look and saw the dried mud on his clothes, the deep bruise sprouting across his cheekbone, and the split and bloody lip. The bleeding knuckles caught the majority of her attention though, as he reached up to pet the white patch between Jericho's eyes.

“Your plan didn't include the fistfight, I assume?” she asked.

Arthur glanced up at her, eyes wide and surprised.

“It's hard to miss when you're bleeding, Mr. Morgan,” she pointed out.

He glanced down at his hands, then gave her a chagrined smile. “It certainly weren't my intention, no.”

“C'mon, then. This is your saddle, up you get.” Lori shifted backward, scooting off the seat to sit on Jericho's back.

Arthur carefully pulled himself up into place, making sure he didn't even come close to kicking Lori as he lifted his leg over onto the other side, settling comfortably into the stirrups she had barely been able to reach comfortably.

With the sudden extra weight, Jericho shifted, dancing in place a bit, but Arthur brought his attention back in with a soft word.

“There we are, boy, nothin’ to be worried about,” he soothed, patting the side of Jericho’s neck.

He calmed immediately, and Lori smiled.

“He didn't used like strangers. But I guess at this point you're not a stranger, are you?”

“Used to?” Arthur asked, looking over his shoulder at her as well as he could and raising a brow. “What, he yours?” he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't think she'd answer in the affirmative.

“I don't think I can call him mine anymore, he seems to like you. But he was at one point,” Lori chuckled.

“Hell, I didn't think about that when we took ‘im, figured he belonged to one of them O'Driscolls,” Arthur said, fidgeting with the reins for a moment like he was debating getting down or trading places. “I'm sorry, didn't mean to take your horse.”

“Have you heard me complaining?”

“Well… no.”

“Cause I haven't been," Lori said warmly. "It's not like I have anywhere to go with him, and you needed a horse. I'm just glad he made it at all, and if I had to pick anyone for him to end up with it'd be you.”

“How pragmatic of ya,” Arthur mused, swinging Jericho around to head back toward the camp.

“That's me,” Lori sighed, “ever the pragmatic one.”

She awkwardly hung onto Arthur's broad shoulders as they started into an easy canter, eventually slipping her hands down to just rest on his back, trying to give him more space than the last time they'd been in this position.

Dark hadn't quite settled completely when they came riding back into camp, and most of the gang were still milling about, gathering around the fire or the tables.

Arthur dismounted and tethered Jericho briefly, stepping up to where Lori was seated and offering a hand to help her down as well. She took it gratefully and let him take some of her weight - though it was clear she could've let him take it all and it'd have made no difference to him. He didn't let go until she did, perfectly content to wait until she was sure her feet were under her and stable on the uneven ground.

“Thank you again, for comin’ to fetch me. You didn't have to, but it was real kind of ya,” he said as she took half a step back to show him she'd made it back to solid earth just fine.

“Of course, Mr. Morgan, I was more than happy to,” she smiled up at him as she smoothed her skirts back out.

She caught another glimpse of the red mess of his knuckles as he reached up to tip his hat to her, and she reached out to stop him before he could turn away.

“Did you… I can take a look at those, if you'd like.”

Arthur looked down at the back of his own hand, then to her.

“Have experience with this sort of thing, do ya?” he asked.

“Treating sickness, yes. Scrapes and bruises, too. Wounds from beating against another man's skull, less so, but my studies can still offer something I'm sure.”

Arthur scoffed out a single laugh through his nose, but accepted with a genial “Well sure,” and a gesture toward the lantern burning brightly by his cot.

He eased himself down to sitting stiffly, then held out his hands for her to look at more closely.

“Do you have any bandages, or rags?”

“Nope.”

“Do you ever take care of your injuries beyond ignoring them?”

Arthur laughed. “Miss Moore, the closest we've got to any kind of doctor is Miss Grimshaw, and it ain't her area of expertise - an’ even if it were, none'a us wanna deal with her lack of beside manner.”

Lori rolled her eyes, then looked at the small pail of water near his open shaving kit.

“That fresh?” she asked, pointing to it.

“Should be.”

“Wash your hands well, try and get any dirt and grit out of the broken skin. I'll be right back.”

She'd done enough laundry to know there was an old shirt slated to make rags out of, so she snagged it from the line where it'd been drying and started tearing it into strips as she walked back toward Arthur's tent. He was just drying his hands off when she approached.

“Give ‘em here,” she commanded, “let's see how well you did.”

Arthur dutifully held his hands out again and let her take them in hers one at a time, scrutinizing his work. He had the same bemused smile on his face as she started weaving the strips of clean cloth around his fingers.

“Weren't kidding when you said you weren't going to keep a low profile, were you?” she asked, eyes flicking up from her work to meet his briefly.

“I'm nothin’ if not honest, Miss Moore,” he grinned.

She shook her head at him but he could see the smile playing at the corners of her lips.

He studied her in the quiet pause as she tied the bandages, and he offered his other hand before she asked for it.

“So, you find any jobs in town?” he asked conversationally.

“Unfortunately there isn't much out there for a woman that can't handle a gun. Besides being a maid or washing woman and I doubt Miss Grimshaw would give me a pass to be away from camp so long. Doubt Dutch would trust me to either.”

“You're not wrong… but hey, I have somethin’ I gotta handle, but when I'm back, come find me,” he said. “I'll show you a thing ‘r two.”

“I don't want to impose-”

“If it'd be a bother I wouldn't've offered, Miss Moore,” Arthur smiled.

Lori laughed softly.

“Fair," she admitted. "Alright, I will. I hope I'm a good student. Have a good night, Mr. Morgan.” She nodded toward his bandaged hands, “keep those clean, alright? Once they scab over you can take the bandages off.”

“Thank you, Miss Moore. Sleep well.”

She let her expression falter as she turned away, not having to hide her surprise at the state of Arthur's hands from him anymore, and she wrestled with the idea of a kind man having so many scars before sleep finally took her.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #odd_writing #a-doe-eyed-love #oc: lori moore #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #my writing #arthur morgan x oc #rdr2 fanfic

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the-danmei-multiverse-and-angst · 1 year ago

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Working on another MDZS fic ☺️

I literally just wrote this yesterday. WIP MDZS fic, based on some prompts I've been talking about. Something I am going to work on.

It has been two and a half years since Wei Wuxian has come back thanks to the sacrifice of Mo Xuanyu.

Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling stood side by side after finally conquering the yao during their night hunts together, also after a nearly fatal hit to Wei Wuxian because he had jumped in the way of an attack meant for Jin Ling.

Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian had been spending a lot of time together, with the others, and most of the time Lan Wangji. Jin Ling had also learned many more tricks and tips from Wei Wuxian (when Jiang Cheng was too busy to help him or join them both); Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng were still slowly patching their relationship as best as they could. Baby steps and all. Jin Ling still kept night hunting a lot of times with the Sizhui and the others and training outside of his sect duties, and always learning from Wei Wuxian and learning more about the man who he had been taught to hate when he was growing up, learning he killed his parents.

It had never been that simple or clear cut.

Jin Ling regretted stabbing him two years ago and felt deep remorse. Wei Wuxian would laugh it off but…Jin Ling knew it could have been very, very bad.

Jin Ling decided then. “I have something I want to say. And don't…don't say anything. Don't be…you for just one moment. Even though I know it's a difficult task for you.” Jin Ling muttered the last part under his breath.

“I know an apology can't change what happened, or erase it and I know you…you just pretend or say that it was nothing..or whatever. But..ah..” Jin Ling cleared his throat, looking down at his feet nervously, and felt his cheeks reddening.

Wei Wuxian chuckled slightly at that. “What's this? What's got you all worked up, Jin Ling?”

“I'm sorry!” Jin Ling burst out. “I'm so sorry for stabbing you at Koi Tower that day!”

Wei Wuxian flinched back a little at the reminder, also recalling the after image he saw in that moment. He was also shocked.

“Jin Ling, no. It's fine. I deserved it and besides, it was nothing. I'm fine, am I not? I'm still here, Jin Ling.”

“-Don’t. Don't do that. Please.” Jin Ling held up his palm facing out, tears springing to his eyes, his expression part angry and solemn. “Don't brush what I did off like that! That's not okay! Why do you-? Just…don't. It doesn't change the fact that I did stab you and things could have ended up turning out very badly, and I was almost the cause of it. And you and HanGuang-jun…I almost.. I almost took you away from him again, and away from Sizhui and everyone. From…me and uncle. I would have robbed everyone of a second chance. And-” Jin Ling was starting to shout and was rambling but he couldn't stop.

Wei Wuxian just stood there staring at him, slack jawed as he ranted.

“I know, I know it's just how you are…but do you think, even when you brush it off and say it's okay, it magically makes things better? Because it doesn't. I know it's partly to reassure us, or for us to not blame ourselves and it's what you were taught. If I was the one to get hurt or Sizhui, or even your precious husband, you'd have feelings about it right? You'd be worried, angry, and protective, and looking for ways to make it better. That goes for us too. When you get hurt…seeing you hurt..it's not just painful to you but to us. You care so much more about everyone else than you do about yourself. But I..we care about you.” Jin Ling’s voice started to lower and crack, tears streaming down his face.

“I-Jin Ling-” Wei Wuxian took a step towards him and paused, a pained look on his face.

Wei Wuxian had been horrified as tears fell from Jin Ling’s eyes and he reached out his hand, no longer smiling. He worried about him but he was also listening.

Jin Ling paused, taking in a shuddering breath to try and calm himself down and instead of pushing Wei Wuxian hand away, he took a hold of the other's wrist and pulled him closer. Jin Ling's lips were trembling, holding back sobs and his eyelashes wet with tears.

“You're so brilliant but also an idiot, Wei Wuxian.” He laughed a little, his voice hoarse. “That night hunt the year before for last year…was a really close call. You were in a really bad way. We almost thought you wouldn't make it. After seeing you like that, after protecting Sizhui and me that time too… and spending so much time roaming around together and the stories you told me of mother and father, and you, Jiujiu and A-niang-” He choked a little, sniffling.

“For so long, it was just me and Jiujiu.. and then you came back and turned everything upside down and…you opened my eyes. And I also not only heard the truth after not knowing what happened but saw it through empathy on the night hunt you nearly… I know how much you loved my A-niang, Jiujiu and…I know everything about what happened and the choices you were faced with. And I want you to know…I don't think A-niang hated you, even after..I think she just wanted her little brothers back and to know what went wrong and why you pulled away. She knew you, that you wouldn't have intentionally hurt her like that. It would break you and it did…in the end. The first siege…”Jin Ling paused, and swallowed after seeing Wei Wuxian face go extremely pale.

“I know.” Jin Ling spoke gently, after a long pause. “You-”

Wei Wuxian vehemently shook his head and backed up. “Jin Ling.. you should have never been forced to see any of that.. and empathy..of all things. Jin Ling, that's not a technique you should have done and you-”

Wei Wuxian's memories of that time of last year was vague and blurry, he remembered saving Sizhui and Jin Ling and hearing his husband call out to him, hearing the worry and fear in his voice before Wei Wuxian passed out.

As far as geniuses go, sometimes his rationality goes out the window when he sees the people he lives deeply in imminent danger, and he takes action without thinking during some of those times, instinctively. After everything in his first life…he couldn't bear to lose any one of them.

Jin Ling gripped his wrist a little more firmly when Wei Wuxian attempted to pull back. Jin Ling refused to let go.

“The point is, is that…I'm sorry. And I'm so grateful.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, “what?”

Jin Ling smiles, tears still in his eyes, but no longer falling like they were. “I know you didn't ask or choose to come back. I'm glad you're here though. I got to know my Dajiu, the little didi my A-niang loved and risked her life for. And I know she would have done the same for Jiujiu. She would be sad if she saw the state of your relationship now though. But things are slowly getting better between you two, finally. Thanks to me, of course. Because you and Jiujiu are both idiots.” Jin Ling rolled his eyes.

“Hey, you brat!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed with an obvious playful pout, back to trying to lighten the mood, and ruffled Jin Ling’s hair with his free hand.

“I'm grateful to Mo Xuanyu too. Even though he had other reasons and possibly pushed into it, if he hadn't done the ritual…you wouldn't be here right now. And I can't imagine Jiujiu and I going back to the way things were now, not when I'm used to you being in my life. I like having you in my life, a part of my life. And I'm sorry we were both robbed of that chance by Grandfather and-” Jin Ling winced. It was still difficult for him to bring up Jin Guangyao.

“Well.. anyway, try not to get yourself hurt all the time, okay? I know you attract trouble and all, but at least try.” Jin Ling complained with exasperation.

“I'm more than capable of handling things, Jin Ling. I've even been practicing again with my sword and thanks to..well let's just say this body's golden core has gotten much stronger.” Wei Wuxian winked. “And I still have-”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, the ghost path. Even then, you're still powerful but having power doesn't make you invulnerable, nor does being a genius since things will happen in life that we can't control. You are the inventive genius here. Instead of rushing to injure yourself for our sake, if it's possible then don't forget to try and find another way first. It's okay to put yourself first, Dajiu. I know that's easier said than done, because we tend to lose it when we care about others. I know it's easier said than done but…just try…please.” Jin Ling finished.

“Mmhm. And don't forget I remember the stunt you pulled to save your friends, Jin Ling. If anything has happened to you, Jiang Cheng-” would have never recovered. Wei Wuxian didn't finish that sentence. Wei Wuxian spoke seriously this time, scolding him in the same manner but more firm.

Jin Ling looked down, and scuffed his foot across the ground. “I know. Fine. We will all try.”

Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Jin Ling, both of your parents would be so proud of the man you're becoming. Shijie would be especially.”

Jin Ling stared at him in shock, tears trying to spill from his eyes again. “Do you mean it? Do you think A-niang would be proud of me?” Jin Ling’s voice sounded small and unsure.

Wei Wuxian pulled Jin Ling into a firm hug, much like that time in the temple. “I know so without a doubt. Jiang Cheng too. He might not say it, but I've seen it.”

Jin Ling wipes the tears from his eyes, and gazing at him hesitantly. “And you? What about you?’

Wei Wuxian laughed. “You have to ask? Of course I am proud of you, Jin Ling. Absolutely.” Wei Wuxian grinned.

Jin Ling blushed and turned his nose up haughtily, getting embarrassed and overwhelmed. “Whatever, Wei Wuxian! I have to go. I promised Zizhen I would meet him at the inn he's staying at when we were done.” Jin Ling turned and ran off in a rush.

Wei Wuxian laughed, watching him go.

Dajiu. Jin Ling had called him that. More than once. It made warmth flare in his chest and he was touched. He never thought Jin Ling would really want much to do with him, much less call him Dajiu. But it had been Jin Ling to reach out first on his own, to try night hunts with the two of them, and more with the other little ducklings that seemed to appear when he and Lan Zhan were roaming around. Especially his little radish Sizhui, Jingyi, and Jin Ling.

Wei Wuxian gave a fond sigh.

Look, Shijie, your son is growing into a fine man. I wish I had been there from the beginning but I'll do my best to be here for him from this moment onwards and Jiang Cheng.

Always.

Wei Wuxian turned, starting to hum the tune of his and Lan Zhan song.

The moon gazed down from above, the rays of light beaming from it seemed to glow even brighter for a single moment, like the beam of a smile before fading into a softer stream of light, lighting Wei Wuxian’s path home to his husband.

-until next time (will be continued, angst ahead) and here is a link to the MDZS fic idea. Inspired by two Fics I've read by two separate writers. The latter half is stated but I forgot the first one, but well it's in the doc. It's about post canon MDZS post canon AU WWX gets his body back but...not in the way anyone expects. It will have a lot of angst and some fluff and healing and bonding moments and danger and all that. And I've been searching for fellow artist beta readers that may be interested in helping me edit seeking solace and help me plan out this fic and possibly help write it if I need some input and fresh ideas. ☺️.

I'll make another post later and add more songs that I feel fit the fic vibe and all that, Wei Wuxian's character, and etc.

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brights-place · 5 months ago

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hello! could you do headcanons for a "older sister reader" (maybe like a teenager next door?) for Riley, Huey and Jazmine from the Boondocks?

[BOONDOCKS] Boondocks & Older sister!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Fights, Swearing

A/N: YAYYY BOONDOCKS! this is my first request for it because nobody actually requests for it plus I don't know if the fandoms even that big as it was

Summary: The boondocks with a new neighbor beside them who seems to be too kind for her own good that helps the boondocks out especially Riley, Huey, and Jazmine the most.

- Let’s be honest it would obvs play out the same like the mother figure one that I wrote

- Jazmine out of everybody was excited to have a neighbour who was a teenager and someone who acted as a older sister finally!

- Huey would stare at you with squinted eyes beside Riley who would wave you off spouting some things about you even though he has never met you yet

- You would of met Jazmine first since her and her family came to visit and help you guys out which was nice of time too do and Jazmine was helping you place boxes in your room and the girl eyes sparkled when she saw you had some stuffed animals - You gave her one as a thanks and she was so excited so now she has it with her every now and then she loves it - Grandpa was happy that your family invited people in the neighborhood to meet them and oh how you had to deal with not only a happy Jazmine but Huey and Riley were staring you down - Uncle Ruckus keeps on saying the most unhinged shit which you would grimace at and ask the kids if this was normal which it was... for some reason - Next thing you know you were sitting at a table staring at Huey who was rambling to you and you learnt from Riley that Huey - Huey was staring you down and trying to find your motives but his interest was sparked when you asked him about his point of view of things - Huey is a highly intelligent 10-year-old boy that for some reason is a terrorist - His cynicism often touches upon subjects such as politics, religion, the media, businesses and corporations, African-American culture, and American society as a whole. Tending to be obstinate in both manner and speech the kid is 10 and he is doing all this - So when he had someone who actually listened to him about all this asking him questions and smiling at him about his interests while also sharing your own even if they had no relation he wouldn't admit was nice that someone gets his point of view but you did fuss over him getting hurt yet your relationship was still in the works though he was still suspicious of you - Riley kept on flexing stating how he's a gangsta and a thing you pick up was his influenced by the mass media via rap music and television, he frequently uses poor grammar and tends to defend his idols even when his imitations go against common sense and righteousness which you had to point out wasn't exactly good yet he was quick to defend himself and lash out on you - Jazmine though liked to hang around you happily the whole time asking you more questions and was happy that you'd hang with her hell at the greeting party you braided her hair and did different styles which became normal - You end up being able to be around them more due to grandpa and Jazmines parents hanging around them and pestering them - You pester riley for hurting himself as he denies being cared for by you but every now and then he awkwardly comes up to you when your alone and would bother you - Either will judge or enjoy your taste of music he sometimes likes stealing your jewelry by stealing you watch him take it and giggle as if he succeeded on robbing you - You even helped him style a new outfit and he was super proud of it and high fived you before showing it off to huey - You somehow even got on huey's goodside as he lets you help with his experiments yet he gets annoyed that you worry over him yet he can't help but enjoy having a older sister take care of him - Jazmine and you play dress up as you help the girl around and smile at how she was giggling happily that she got to hang out with you - When Huey and Riley were fighting and grandpa wasn't there you smacked the both of them in the back of their heads and told them off which they tried to retaliate at but shut up quickly when they saw you holding up a slipper - When you aren't there and are out of the room for the fights chaos is struck before you come back and see the house a mess you knew the two were gonna get a huge beating from grandpa but you forcing them to not only clean it up but telling them your gonna an even worse beating then grandpa - Jazmine was just beside you trying not to laugh at how you switch up around them all - You became an older sister figure that somehow seemed to stay even when you moved into the neighbourghood for good

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June 1986

Eddie Munson lived by the skin of his teeth, or rather the skin of whatever those demon bats didn’t chew like he was a discount steak at the worst grocery store in town. The healing process was exhausting, and humiliating. For his entire life he’s been able to be independent with just Wayne seeing his most vulnerable and carefully hidden parts of himself. The problem with fighting an evil wizard from hell isn’t the chronic pain and constant nightmares, but the ragtag stubborn family that follows after

While the Byers-Hopper family was in California packing to move back to Hawkins (why they would do that Eddie has no goddamn clue) Nancy, Robin, and Steve made Eddie’s and Max’s recovery their personal missions. Red he gets, she’s just a kid, a kid that’s been through this shit three times with them compared to Eddie’s measly one. Of course Eddie’s only Upside Down encounter would be the one that almost took him out. Even baby Wheeler hasn’t been this close to Death’s door. There was no reason for these former classmates to care this much. And yet they practically never left his side. He’d like to complain about it, but them helping out had taken a lot of the pressure off of Wayne’s shoulders, and that was the most important part of it for Eddie

If you told Eddie a year ago he’d be becoming close with King Steve himself he probably would’ve hissed at someone or just spoke some broken latin and let the general pop believe he was a demon. In hindsight that didn’t make it easier for Hawkins to believe he wasn’t a satanic serial killer. The point is he’s not supposed to be friends with people like Steve. Robin he gets, they make sense. His friendship with Nancy was surprising but after getting to know she was a complete and major dork, they clicked in a really cool way. But Steve? Steve was funny in a way that was different from anyone else Eddie knew. Steve cooked for him and his uncle during the toughest part of Eddie’s recovery, not well, but it was hot and filling. Steve held him as he cried from nightmares and when he was completely exhausted from his physical therapy appointments.

Eddie was in love with him and completely fucked.

***

The June heat was sweltering, Wayne was on a fishing trip, it was one of the first nights being left to his own devices since he could get around a lot better now. He was spending his solitude getting acquainted with his Darling, since his Sweetheart was destroyed and honestly now associated too much with death and near death experiences alike. The phone rings, Eddie grunts, stands and makes his way over to the phone, it takes him an embarrassing amount of time to get there with his aching knee, but he manages.

Before he could even get out a greeting the caller was already speaking, “Eddie hi! Hey Eddie, it’s me. Um me being Steve. Harrington. Shit you probably knew that–”

“Stevie, you have a shift with Robs today?” Eddie grabs a bit of hair to twist around his finger, lip bitten to hide his smile. No one’s home but him whose he trying to fool? Himself mostly. It’ll go away repeats in his head over and over waiting for Steve’s reply.

Steve chuckles into the line, Eddie’s heart is about to burst out of his chest Alien style. “Yeah we did have a shift together which I guess explains my totally out of character rambling. Don’t let that keep you from remembering what a cool and not dorky guy I am.”

“Hm sorry, but that’s not ringin’ any bells over here sweetheart, you sure we’re talking bout the same Steve? Steve Harrington? You know the major dork who babysits all these kinda freak kids who are definitely too old for babysitters?” Sweetheart? Sweetheart? Did he really just call his strictly platonic, straight friend sweetheart? It takes all of Eddie’s self control (which is admittedly extremely low already) not to brain himself with the heavy phone receiver.

Steve laughs a real genuine laugh at that. The rollercoaster of emotions Eddie is navigating through is enough to make his stomach hurt. “Apparently one in the same then.” He quiets after another small chuckle, and takes a deep breath, “Listen Eds I was wondering if you wanted to get out of the house for a bit? With me?“

"You know I actually am capable of taking care of myself for a few days even without a babysitter on standby? Just because Wayne’s not home doesn’t mean I’m about to croak in the night” Eddie huffed suddenly annoyed.

Steve lets out a tired sigh. Eddie’s gut twists in guilt at the sound. “Yeah I know that you drama queen, but um my parents are home actually. For once, and I. I just don’t want to be here tonight.” His voice goes even quieter, softer now, and filled with shyness, “I like spending time with you Eddie, even when I don’t have to make sure you aren’t dying in your sleep.”

“Give me twenty minutes to get ready.” Eddie goes for casual, he doesn’t think it works, given how fast the words leave his mouth.

***

If he didn’t die and come back a few months before today, he’d surely think he’s dead, or at least dreaming this moment, he’d sooner believe in a hell dimension… Damn he’s gotta get a new improbable scenario to describe the insane situation this moment absolutely is.

Okay so maybe it’s not as improbable as he’s making it out to be. Because obviously it is indeed happening.

Every summer Eddie always feels like a drowned rat, which is true today. His hair is frizzing everywhere, just sitting is causing him to sweat profusely. Steve however looks the best he’s ever looked, golden skin, perfect hair, his sun kissed face bringing out his freckles. He wants to reach out and touch, to stop himself he grabs his rubs at the twinge in his left knee. Steve clocks that action annoyingly quick. Maybe if he’s lucky Steve won’t call attention to it.

And because he’s a Munson the universe holds a giant middle finger to his prayers.“

How’s your knee today?” Steve asks him obviously trying to make it sound like a casual question, when they both know this is a long standing argument neither is backing down from.

Since he came home from the hospital Wayne and Steve have been conspiring to get him to use a cane. Which okay. Whatever. But at what point was using the cane just admitting defeat? He’s supposed to be getting better. Is getting better. Adding a cane to the mix was like adding a crutch (ironic but it emphasizes the point) he didn’t want or need. So sure, sometimes there will be days he can barely get out of bed to take a piss, but maybe if he kept at it, he’d be able to play, and jump around on stage like he’s always dreamed of.

“Fine, Steven,” Eddie bites out, because he’s nothing if not petulant.

Steve barks a laugh, Eddie’s heart drops into his ass, “Aw c’mon don’t Steven me, I just told you my parents are home.” He pouts but his eyes are shining so brightly with mirth.

Eddie scoffs and takes a piece of his hair to give his fingers something not stupid to do, like grabbing Steve’s lip and giving it a tug. “Yeah, I know, you good though? Or should I go grab Nancy for a little chat with good ol Rich Harrington?”

“Oh my god, you’re a menace. Did you know that?” Deflecting, Eddie notices.

“It’s been mentioned, alongside satanic cult leading murderer, but you know I get menace every now and then.

”Steve’s brows furrow, he looks at Eddie almost like he’s searching for something, he must’ve found it because he shakes his head and moves their conversation along, “Well I happen to know you’re innocent, and I also know your dinner order at Flo’s place. One grilled cheese with tomato, pickle on the side, curly fries, and mostly because I think you’re special, a strawberry and mint chocolate chip milkshake.” He holds the cup and wags it a little before putting it in what has become Eddie’s dedicated cup holder.

Eddie gasped, and his eyes started to take up most of his face, “No fucking way man, there’s no way you swung that. I’ve been begging Flo to do that for years! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Okay so I know this totally sounds like a cool line but I promise you it's the truth, but Eds, if I told you I’d have to kill you, then probably myself.” Eddie starts to laugh and Steve can only roll his eyes. “Flo is scary dude!”

“Says Hawkins residential monster hunter, huh a little waitress is scarier than a full grown Demogorgan?”

“No contest! I’d even take the junkyard ‘dogs’ a hundred times over before double crossing Florence Foster. And anyone who says otherwise has a death wish.” Steve starts pulling out his own dinner, his sun pink cheeks matching the setting sun. He must catch Eddie staring because he clears his throat and gestures for Eddie to fiddle with the radio.

It takes him a few minutes to settle on a station, but then he just ends up on his go to metal station. 102.9 The Metal Shop hosted by none other than the annoying Master Metal. Like seriously, he couldn’t come up with anything better? But it gets the job done. Plus it’s normie enough that Steve’s able to tolerate and even like some of it.

So they talk, and the night is warm but there’s a breeze now so they’re able to roll their windows down. Steve’s hair is lightly blowing around every few gusts. He looks so beautiful, and Eddie can feel his cheeks getting hot, he’s choosing to blame it on the heat. He’s also choosing to believe the swooping feeling in his gut every time Steve laughs is due to the greasy take out.

Before he can start believing in any other of his made up bullshit Master Metal cuts in declaring that for the next sixty minutes will be the dreaded Dedication Hour. He groans and goes to change it, but his wrist is now caught in Steve’s hand.

“What’s your problem? You love this station.” And Steve’s head is tilted in that way where he looks exactly like a dog in one of those shelter commercials.

Eddie is kind of baffled by this whole interaction, so he says exactly what his problem is, “Yeah of course I do, but it’s the Dedication Hour, they’re going to play the same bullshit non metal love songs, because people think they have a better chance to get their song on than all the other appropriate stations for their pedestrian tastes. No offense I'm sure that’s very much up your alley Romeo. You got a song on there for one of your many conquests eh Casanova?” Jesus Christ, even he knows he’s laying it on thick.

“First gross don’t call them conquests ,” He throws a fry at Eddie’s face, who in turn picks it up and dips it into his milkshake and laughs at the revolted face Steve makes. “Second, no I didn’t. That’s too romantic, maybe I would've for Nancy, but that wasn’t really her thing anyway.” His eyes stay on his hands, he takes a shaky breath, looks up at Eddie through his lashes. “Eds I’ve got a confession.”

All of the air gets punched right out of his lungs, he has to basically wheeze out an okay Stevie, eyes hopefully conveying to Steve to continue.

Steve sighs, tan hand scrubbing at his jaw, clearly nervous. He’s avoiding Eddie’s eyes, “My parents aren’t home Eddie.” He pauses, in that pause Eddie’s heart crumbles of course that’s what it is. So he’ll sweep up his heart to be put back together much later, and instead comfort his friend. Because at the end of the day, as much as he wants Steve, he’ll also take what he can get, so if Steve only ever offers friendship he will happily take it.

“Oh Stevie–”

“I just wanted to spend time with you Eddie, and I thought if I told you I needed a distraction from my shitty parents, it would’ve hid what I want to say, what I’ve wanted to say since fucking April.” He’s running a hand through his hair, completely flushed now. He’s never been more beautiful.

For the first time in his life Eddie doesn’t feel the need to run in order to avoid inevitlby fucking up what could be a good thing, a great thing. “Eddie Munson, I am so unbelievably infatuated with you, I want to kiss you so fucking badly baby, and and if I’m overstepping you’ve got to tell me Eddie because I’m two seconds away from just doing it even if you end up punching me.” His hand comes up, his thumb brushes away tears Eddie didn’t even know he was shedding.

“Steve Harrington, you are something special.” With a watery laugh Eddie’s hands are now cupping Steve’s face, his eyes are taking in every single detail, before he knows it they are both leaning in.

The kiss is soft, slow, and more tender than it has any right to be. They both took their time, afraid to break this delicate bubble they found themselves. This goes on for a few minutes longer until Steve, reluctantly, and annoyingly pulls away. Eddie huffs, and Steve has the nerve to fucking giggle.

Grabbing Eddie’s hand, he plays with the rings on his fingers, “I have one more thing to say.” He is quiet now, almost shy as if they weren’t just swapping spit two seconds ago. “Um so, this isn’t a casual thing for me Eddie. I like you in the way, where this has the potential for me to be forever, and I don’t want to lose you for being too much too fast, but this is something I can’t negotiate on. If we do this, it has to be the real thing. And if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this and pretend I didn’t ruin our friendship.

Eddie’s shocked that Steve could think he wouldn’t, couldn’t, feel the exact same way, if not more. “I don’t want to forget this Steve, this could be my forever too, I want it to be forever. I think we should do this, I’m all in big boy.”

They laugh, they kiss, and eventually Dedication Hour is over. Hand on his sore knee rubbing soothing circles that ease the pain a bit, Steve suggests going back to Eddie’s to have a real adult conversation about what they’re starting. To which Eddie agrees so long as after they’re done talking they can have an adult conversation with their bodies, and Steve pushes him back in his seat rolling his eyes before enthusiastically agreeing.

December 1986

It’s freezing out and yet Eddie couldn’t be warmer if he tried. There they sat in Eddie’s van, two pizza boxes between them, because according to Steve, Eddie’s preferred pizza toppings are abhorrent. Eddie has tried to argue but almost everyone he knows complains about his pineapple, peperoni, and mushroom pizza. A heavenly combination, especially when he compares it to Steve’s ham and extra olive monstrosity.

“You know babe, when I said we should grab dinner tonight, I was thinking something a little, I don’t know… balanced.” Steve sighed, while shoveling another bite in his mouth Eddie notices. Eyes squinting at his boyfriend’s hypocrisy.

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, “Steve, Stevie, Sweetheart. It’s Pizza Hut, it even has a salad bar.”

“Eds we got takeout.” Steve deadpans.

“Yeah but the salad is out in the open air getting its nutrients on the pizzas by osmosis.”

“There’s no way that’s true.”

“What, you don’t trust me?” Eddie asks, feigning shock. “Don’t forget I’ve taken biology three times.”

“Even if you were right, this definitely is not covered under biology.”

“Well what the hell do I know anyways? I had to take biology three times.”

“Oh my god.” Steve’s trying to sound annoyed but the fond smile on his face is betraying him.

Seeing that look on Steve’s face nearly melts Eddie. In the last six months of dating Eddie’s sap meter has gone way up, and like the sap he’s turned into (ignoring the fact Wayne keeps wrongly insisting Eddie has always been a sap) he can’t help but lean into it. Steve makes him want to be that guy, that boyfriend. Which is why Eddie set up this whole night.

Eddie spent his whole childhood being told by his sperm donor that the Munson Curse existed and that’s why their lives were so bad. Absolutely nothing to do with Al’s poor life choices, that long effected his son even after getting locked up. But nights like this, with the snow falling, with Steve’s pink cheeks, and warm laugh, it has to mean something. It has to be the universe’s way of apologizing for all the bad shit. His mom dying, his ‘dad’ being a piece of shit, his near interdimensional death, having to now use a cane to get around, and not to mention all of the horrible stuff Steve’s been through, maybe it all wasn’t in vain.

So maybe the universe wasn’t so bad. It’s not great, every day is still a fucking struggle to get through. But the man next to him, made the hurt a little more dull.

The low radio pulls Eddie back to the present. Master Metal in the middle of announcing the dedication hour, when in the corner of his eye he sees Steve hands reach to change the station. Without thinking Eddie grabs Steve’s hands and entwines their fingers.

Steve turns toward Eddie, brows lifting with a questioning tilt. “I think I’ll survive one night of cheesy love songs sweetheart.”

“Uh huh, who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “I contain multitudes.”

“Since when?”

“April.” Which silences Steve who is very much biting his lip to avoid smiling.

In the brief silence that follows their conversation Master Metal is speaking again, “And now for the first dedication. For Big Boy,” Steve’s eyes shoot to Eddie, he goes to speak but Eddie just squeezes his hand, and whatever Steve was about to say dies on his tongue. “The last six months have been the best of my life. The fact that I’m even still alive is all because of you with the help of the family we’ve been able to build together. I love you, with every fiber in my being. I used to be so scared of loving anyone, running at the first sign of a good thing, but you are the best thing, the only thing. And I’m done running, so I’ll love you as long as you’ll let me, even while trekking back into Mordor. Love forever and always Joan Jett. Now here’s Journey’s 1982 hit Open Arms. ”

Steve is crying, big, fat tears, looking at Eddie almost in disbelief. He takes a grounding breath before frantically throwing the pizza boxes in the back. With the boxes out of the way Eddie finds himself with a lap full of Steve, which he’d never complain about.

With a hand gently stroking Eddie’s hair, and the other hand cupping his jaw, Steve leans in and gives Eddie’s forehead a kiss. Then both his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, finally his lips. Steve basically breathes his next words, “I love you too, so fucking much.” A pause, then a smirk flashes across his face, “Joan.”

Eddie’s eyes are now misty, but that doesn’t stop him from groaning at Steve’s response. “I confess my love for you and you tease me for my alias. For shame Steven for shame.”

“You’re right I’m sorry, this is genuinely the most romantic thing anyone has done for me you know.”

“I know it baby, but you Steve Harrington, you deserve all the big gestures. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving to you just how easy you are to love.”

Steve doesn’t even say anything to that, just lets his body do the talking, he’s attempting to pour in every last bit of his love for Eddie into the kiss, while not so subtly tugging his boyfriend into the back of the van.

Eddie’s laughing again, “No way gorgeous, I’m taking you home so I can show you just how much I love you. We are not going to defile the van after confessing our love to one another.”

“When did you become sensible?”

“I’ve been keeping company with some good influences.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

#steddie #my fic #they really love each other that’s it that’s the whole idea #shout out to my mom who was talking about 80’s culture and thus this was born

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