#vicki the tiger

[themightyhumanbroom]

"Surge discovers a new super power, Tangle and Whisper touch a nerve, and the Chaotix bring news of a monster."

[lead-to-light]

so uhhh how is everyone currently <:))

Jerry looks around and shrugs, "Guess I'll answer this one."

He holds up one finger, "Lanolin is crying in her room."

A second, "The machine shop crew, the Chaotix and Blaze are cheering up Kit by helping him create a war crime."

A third, "Surge is beating the absolute shit out of Tangle and Whisper for making Lanolin cry."

A fourth, "And finally, here in the infirmary we're trying to stop Amy from stopping Surge. Chelydri says it's good they're getting this out of the way instead of letting it fester."

*sounds of struggling offscreen*

"LET ME GO! I HAVE TO STOP THEM!"

"DAMMIT LISTEN TO ME! YOU GOTTA LET THIS RESOLVE OR IT WILL NEVER HEAL PROPERLY!"

"HOW IS SHE SO STRONG?!"

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP, JERRY!"

He sighs and trudges over.

[wonyounglogy]

we rise up above *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

shouting as if to reach the sky, waking you up

raise it up, aim for it, because you’re mine 🀢 ⋆˚｡⋆

[warriorcatnamedbugbear]

I haven't read any of ASC, but I've been thinking about this AUwhere Nightheart is the kit of Lionblaze and the spitting image of Hollyleaf.

Make his struggles being not orange being tied to his half (well i guess quarter) clan heritage (I know it's used a lot but here me out)

Your dad's this big, important senior warrior, well respected, but he can't even look at you for too long cuz you look so much like his dead sister. He's also this big hulking mass of a warrior, but you've got a skinny little body that screams WindClan blood.

And your uncle is the clans med cat, but every time he treats you, his paws shake, and every time you ask about your aunt, his sharp tongue gets even sharper.

Have older ThunderClan cats who knew that Hollyleaf killed Ashfur whisper behind his back about how they wished he had been born a year or two earlier. How he's such a spitting image of Hollyleaf that surely he could take Ashfur down.

And even after, while the clans try to settle down, the tension and stigma around codebreakers still simmers in the air. And here's this ThunderClan cat who looks like he's Breezepelt's kid instead of Lionblaze's.

Nightheart who just wants to be a part of his clan but can't shake the feeling that he's an outcast. His dad looks at him with sadness and grief in his eyes. His clanmates who spin wild stories and tales about how Hollyleaf seemingly died and then came back. Nightheart who actually experiences being compared to other cats who look like him, specifically cats who are still alive, and being told he could do all of these great things.

Nightheart who alientates himself and believes no one knows what he's going through, when his mother, Cinderheart, was seemingly/rumoured to be possessed by a cat she looks similair to, was named after, and suffered a similair injury to.

Nightheart who flees his clan because of this, but then realizes his aunt Hollyleaf did the same thing. ThunderClan thought she was dead. ThunderClan must think he's dead. Hollyleaf came back and took down an evil that threatened StarClan.

i dont know where else to go from here but nightheart could be cool if the erins could just break away from their favorite toxic couple's bloodline pls. and explore cross clan relationships beyond just the two lovers and their immediate offspring

[vickievale]

[playermagic23]

From The Kerala Story to Zara Hatke Zara Bachke: 5 films of 2023 that haven’t arrived on OTT yet

Films like The Kerala Story and Zara Hatke Zara Bachke attained success at the box office but have still not arrived on any streaming platform yet.

The arrival of OTT happened in India almost a decade back. But the rise in watching online content boomed from 2020 onwards as the cinema halls were shut during that time to combat COVID-19 pandemic. Even after the cinema halls opened and started running to packed capacity, a section of the audience has been eagerly awaiting the release of some films on OTT. Every noteworthy film has been arriving on OTT eight weeks after its release. But there are some films who haven’t arrived on streaming platforms even months after their theatrical release.

The subject of this Rajkumar Santoshi directorial was enough to generate interest – Mahatma Gandhi and his killer Nathuram Godse having a debate over their respective ideologies. However, it literally went unnoticed at the box office because of an absence of a big star and, more importantly, the makers deciding to release it alongside Shah Rukh Khan’s biggie Pathaan, which became a runaway blockbuster. But there is enough interest in the film because, as mentioned above, for its subject. Surprisingly, there is no news about its OTT release yet.

The Kerala Story

The Sudipto Sen directorial is the biggest surprise on this list. Starring Adah Sharma, Yogita Bihani, Siddhi Idnani, Sonia Balani, the movie told the story of young girls being lured into relationships by evil men in order to get them converted to Islam. Despite not a single big star associated with it, it went onto earn a mammoth Rs. 242.20 crores. Hence, it remains a mystery as to why it hasn’t arrived on OTT yet.

Zara Hatke Zara Bachke

This is another major surprise on the list. The Vicky Kaushal and Sara Ali Khan starrer looked like an OTT film but the makers released it in theatres. It became a surprise hit of the year as it went onto earn a very impressive Rs. 88 crores at the box office. Despite it being over six months since the film released in theatres, it still hasn’t got a release on any streaming platform as yet.

The Lady Killer

Directed by Ajay Bahl, the film had decent face value because of its lead cast of Arjun Kapoor and Bhumi Pednekar. But The Lady Killer got a tiny release in theatres and that too without any publicity and promotions. Normally, this happens when the makers are more interested in its OTT release. However, three months after its miniscule release, the film hasn’t arrived on streaming yet.

Ganapath – A Hero Is Born

Filmmaker Vikas Bahl’s movie was in the news for it being a rare Bollywood movie to have a dystopian theme. It also had known actors like Tiger Shroff, Kriti Sanon and Amitabh Bachchan in pivotal roles. However, Ganapath – A Hero Is Born just bombed at the box office. More than three months after its theatrical release, it still hasn’t arrived on OTT. This is a surprise considering the popularity of its cast.

[suchananewsblog]

68th Hyundai Filmfare Awards 2023: Inside pictures of Salman Khan, Govinda, Alia Bhatt and memorable moments from the biggest celebration night - Times of India

The 68th Hyundai Filmfare Awards with Maharashtra Tourism was a star-studded occasion the place tales and characters that challenged stereotypes had been honoured with the prestigious and iconic Black Lady. Salman Khan hosted the award ceremony for the very first time, alongside co-hosts Ayushmann Khurrana and Maniesh Paul. The present was attended by the who’s who of the Hindi movie business and…

[cr4zy-esm3]

COLOURS WHEEL OF FANARTS

This is actually like 2 months ago (on 3 August 2023)

But it's really fun to draw and a little tricky to find the characters from the channels lmao

All these channels and colours have been decided by the Wheel Of Names

Although.. I think I did a mistake on Dipsy (Teletubbies) and Garfield by putting them in wrong channel, but eh it already been a while!

CHARACTERS

Nickelodeon: Catdog (Catdog), Lincoln Loud (The Loud House), Vicky (Fairly Oddparents), Garfield (Garfield)

Nick Jr: Blaze (Blaze and the monster machine), Pail (Blue's Clue and You), Marshall (Paw Patrol), Barbabravo (Barbapapa), Rammy (Deer Squad)

Disney Jr: Callie (Sheriff Callie's Wild West), K.C (T.O.T.S), Lambie (Doc Mcstuffin), Izzy (Jake and the neverland pirates), Minnie Mouse (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse/Minnie's Bow Toons)

Disney XD: Mittens (Wander Over Yonder), Webby (Ducktale), Tilly (Big City Greens), Tom (Star vs The Forces of Evil), Kat (Kid vs Kat)

Cartoon Network: Sapphire (Steven Universe), Blue (Foster Home for Imaginary Friends), Mordecai (Regular Show), Finn (Adventure Time), Adorabat (Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart)

Cbeebies: Five (Number Block), Amma (Bing), Tunip the Vegimal (Octonauts), Cyan (Colourblocks), Foz (Go Jetters)

PBS Kids: Frog (Word World), Dipsy (Teletubbies), Whyatt (Super Why), Katerina (Daniel Tiger), Chris Kratts (Wild Kratts)

Boomerang: Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls), Dee Dee (Dexter's laboratory), Top Cat (Top Cat), Barney Rubble (The Flintstones), Tweety (Looney Tunes)

Please tell me in the comments if there are any mistakes of the names or the shows because I forgot the names since it's been created a really long time!

Bad news, I can't put all the tags of the shows and the names because of the maximum on 30 >:(

[msfcatlover]

Oracle!Tim has a wheelchair, but hates using it. He loudly insists he doesn’t need to when almost anyone suggests it. He can get around just fine on crutches, and it’s bad enough the way people treat him like that; he refuses to have them literally looking down on him.

Except, see, the thing is… he does need it. By the end of the day navigating on his crutches, Tim hurts. His back is screaming from the shoulders down, his spine feels almost swollen with how it takes over his senses (burning, throbbing, every click & grind of bone like having a knife wedged between the vertebrae,) the skin on his legs feels like it’s trying to crawl off his body, and there’s sharp needles of pain shooting through his leg muscles. If Tim spends the day on his feet/moving around a lot on his crutches, he’s going to spend the next 3 nights trying to be Oracle while flat on his back on the floor. (Tim does try to get around this by having wheelie chairs in all his offices and just not walking around much, but if the weather turns cold or a big storm blows in, even that won’t help.)

He gets better about it over time. Cass drags Tim into helping with her specific charity work, helping other disabled kids in Gotham. Tim ends up giving interviews in which he talks about being an ambulatory wheelchair user, how he’s treated when he goes out in the chair, how people act like it’s all a horrible lie if they ever see him get up from it, and how it combines with Tim’s own pride & internalized ableism to lead to him gritting his teeth and just pushing through. “It’s not worth it,” he tells Vicki Vale, a rueful smile on his face. “It’s never worth it, to go home and lay on the floor in too much pain to move, just so the people at the grocery store don’t see me in my chair. But I do it anyway, and I’m probably going to keep doing it… so if you see me out in public, please ask me if I’m being stupid, because there’s a good chance the answer is yes.” People laugh. Vicki calls him brave for talking about it. Tim says if he can raise just a little attention, make people a little more aware of how they treat people in (and out) of wheelchairs, he’ll have done something good.

Then he goes home. Lays on the floor. And tries not to cry while one of his loved ones rubs tiger balm into his back, because no, people don’t understand, it fucking hurts.

[zahri-melitor]

I will say, having personally just gone through all of the various Robins' official first patrols to write a fic, Robins is particularly irritating as it doesn't even bother to actually pick out the correct 'first patrols' for various characters.

Because a first patrol is not the character's initial story; it's the first time they're allowed out as Robin, wearing their own costume. It's not Zucco for Dick and Ma Gunn for Jason and ALPOD for Tim and Batman and Son or Battle for the Cowl for Damian. It's about Bruce thinking they're ready to patrol with him.

Yes, good job, you identified Batman Chronicles: The Gauntlet for Dick and have based this story off that concept. Except:

For post-Crisis Jason, his first patrol as Robin was actually tracking down Two-Face in Batman #410 & 411, in which he finds out that Willis Todd was a Two-Face henchman. It's not Felipe Garzonas. That's Batman #424-425 and Jason's last storyline before A Death in the Family. If you want Garzonas to be Jason's first patrol, then his time as Robin was even shorter than I like to say it was. He's out there beating Steph in terms of 'it was measured in days'.

For Tim: look there are like three separate options for pitching a 'first patrol'. You can go with Batman: Identity Crisis (Batman #455-457) where Tim tracks down Bruce and Vicky Vale after they've been kidnapped by Scarecrow, and received his own costume at the end of it; you can go with Robin I and Tim's adventures in Paris with Clyde Rawlins, Shiva and King Snake; or you can go with Batman #465, Debut, where Tim and Bruce explicitly have their first patrol together and track down Ginny Gray trying to shoot an actor at a charity event.

What does Seeley go for? Weirdly mashing up Rite of Passage with Batman: Identity Crisis rather than actually focusing on one or the other. He also randomly gives a name to the Obeah Man.

For Steph there simply isn't that much material as Robin (which is why you'll see I actually picked what I think is Steph and Bruce's first patrol together, rather than their time as Batman & Robin). I'd actually probably pick out Tiger Moth over Scarab for Steph patrolling with Bruce as Robin as a 'first patrol' in Robin #127 if you twisted my arm, but Scarab is certainly where Bruce once again decided that Steph did not live up to expectations in Robin #128.

For Damian: realistically again his first patrol as ROBIN is with Dick in Batman & Robin #1 2009 (so Professor Pyg). His first with Bruce is Batman & Robin #1 2011 (and NoBody). Anything prior to the conclusion of Battle For the Cowl/Red Robin #1 should not count, just as ALPOD or all of Tim's time as Little Bat doesn't count. Batman & Son is absolutely not Damian's 'gauntlet', and this analysis misses slight factors like I dunno, poor dead Spook?

"Was that a moment of mercy?" Well I dunno Seeley, but given that only a couple of pages earlier Damian cut off the Spook's head, brought it back to the Cave, shoved a grenade into the mouth and then waved it at Tim to frighten him (before accidentally dropping the head, the grenade pin falling out, and blowing up): discussions of mercy in this title are bit ridiculous if you ignore that aspect.

[strongestbanner]

Guess who did retail therapy today 🛍️✨

Well, after devouring a delicious cheddar cheeseburger with fries at a local restaurant, I decided to swing by a fair. And by chance there was a booth from my trusted comic store! I asked if they had any Wolverine comics, but unfortunately, they didn't. However, they offered me this one about Jean Grey, and I enthusiastically said YES (I knew Vic and Old Man Logan make an appearance in it 🥺)

Vicky looks so gorgeous here 👁️✨✨✨✨👁️

Comic: Phoenix Resurrection: The Return of Jean Grey

The art is sooo pretty ❤️‍🔥🔥

BONUS TRACK: Neurodivergent time!!

I also bought a tiger eye pendant bc I am a huge crystal lover and curiously I never had one in my collection 👀 It's absolutely stunning in person, you can see a reflection of light inside depending on the angle. There are people who say that it is a stone that grants vitality and reinforces self-confidence. Completely Sabes vibes <3

Tiger eye? I mean, tiger heart 🤭🐯🧡🤎🧡

[spiralsublime]

Lucy Manhattan nee Santangelo Headcanons

(by extension the Manhattans lol)

Lucy and Jack are highschool sweethearts. Lucy was the IT girl of the 80s, cheerleading captain and valedictorian. I think it is a nightmare situation of prom night pregnancy. This super genuine and childish love for one another that is suddenly forced to grow up. They are married the summer after graduation.

Lucy still graduated as valedictorian, gave her speech with confidence and announced her intention to go to law school with a smile. Jack joined the academy, I think he likely wasn't confident in his future and ended up falling into what their parents pushed for. Something stable and easy.

Lucy supported Jack as he got further and further into this new role, going from low tier cop to high tier wild card detective.

The beginning of their marriage is good, they are thankful to have one another. They struggle through Johnny's first year of life, but they both lived with one of their parents until they could afford an apartment. Vickie comes around soon after Johnny.

But then Jack gets busier. He gets this new partner.

Through it all there is Lucy, taking night classes to finish her law degree. She goes from receptionist, to paralegal, to lawyer.

Cosmo and Lucy become good friends actually, they get brunch together to cope with the grey hairs that Jack is giving them. Cosmo is a wonderful uncle to the kids.

Then Lucy gets kidnapped.

She starts training in self defense around it. Gets the kids into baby self-defense courses.

Then her babies get kidnapped for the first time. I like the idea that this would be her girlpower movie moment. Cosmo kicks in the door (Jack chasing after the main antagonist), to see Lucy already tying up her guards, hair in perfect place. Johnny is holding her hand, Vickie in her arms after. - Tiger Mom vibes.

Their marriage was on the rocks for a while.

But it was only after Cosmo ended his partnership with Jack that their fights got worse and Jack hid further into work. Took more risks. Johnny had taken off, got into some shit. Vickie had to watch up close.

Jack didn't even show up at Cosmo's funeral, likely drinking himself away. So it had been Lucy, Johnny, and Vickie, side by side in matching all black.

I think in such a sad way. Cosmo was what kept their marriage together for so long. He was the one that reminded her of how much Jack loved her. Then he took off. And it got harder. All her friends told her to leave. Vickie told her to leave. Then Cosmo died and Jack went fully off the rails.

In my heart, she cried when she got the papers made. She wept as she tried to explain why they needed to let each other go.

I would like to note that Lucy ran the fuck out of Jack when he was actually in the same room as her, the issue was how rarely he was around her in the end.

She moved cross country both to escape Jack Manhattan's legacy and to give herself room to breathe.

He never signed the papers and ended up in Her City.

She still loves him, but she has become so Aware of what their marriage is. Because this is an 80s movie, she ends up with him, he does a grand showing (like saving Johnny) and the movie wants us to forget that she was trying to move on.

BUT NOT ME.

I want her to have a girlfriend who treats her right. <3

[rosewaterandivy]

2. make plans to break plans

Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumass reader

Warnings: no use of y/n - reader goes by Trouble instead, depictions of high school, cursing, dumb group chats & contact names, references to Vine memes, mention of a broken engagement, sad girl hours

A/N: Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance. Here’s 3.1K of Steve and Reader’s ~feelings~; feedback and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy!

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Then - Fall term, November

The end of the day finds you hunched over your keyboard, furiously typing back a reply to some helicopter parent. You blow out a puff of breath and hit ‘send’ as your door creaks open.

“Hey,” Steve greets pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He sets his hydroflask down on your desk with a clang and leans against a nearby desk. “You ready?”

“Yeah, gimme just a sec,” you say, logging off for the day. Turning back to your desk, you give him a small smile and shove a few things into your backpack. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the two of you worked at Tiger Library, aka extended tutorial sessions in the library. The extra pay was decent and it allowed you both time to keep up with any grading or lesson planning that had gone neglected during the week.

You rearrange a few items on your desk before swiping a stack of essays to hopefully grade. Steve hits the lights after you, while you nudge the door open with your hip, elbow pressing down on the door handle and balance a backpack dangerously close to slipping from your shoulder. 

“Gimme,” he tuts, index finger looping around the strap sliding from your arm, “S’okay, I got it.”

You hum in assent, turning to take the stairs down to the first floor, Steve hot on your heels. “Thanks,” you try to keep your voice level and impassive passing through the corridor. Steve keeps a respectful distance as you stride through the doors of the library. 

Something is wrong, but he can’t guess as to what. You’d been off all week; since your weekend bender, really. Nance had dropped you back at The Hideout to get your car and once she’d returned she beelined directly to her room and didn’t say a word.

Nancy rarely has such a visceral reaction to anything, so whatever you had divulged to her was enough to crack the surface of her rage. Having been on the receiving end of it before, Steve knows it’s endless. 

But the question remains, why haven’t you said anything to him? You’re friends, thick as thieves and have been for god knows how long. Yes, you’re an unfiltered, oblivious dumbass with poor emotional regulation skills, and he hates that at times. But you are his friend; and Steve currently wants to throttle himself for allowing you to go radio-silent for the better part of a week.

He sighs, for what feels like the millionth time today, he’ll let you be. 

For now.

Students have claimed tables and chairs for the evening, notebooks and laptops scattered here and there. Chairs pulled up as teens arranged themselves amongst their cliques, catching up on the latest gossip since the final bell rang. 

Making quick work of Vickie’s computer you set up shop, decidedly ignoring her post-it reading ‘Dumb & Dumber - don’t mess with my shit!’ Steve slides in the circulation desk behind you, depositing your backpack at your feet. Silently, you prize the post-it from the monitor with two fingers and pass it to Steve who reads it with a snort.

He snaps a quick photo to send to the ‘elite meeting’ group chat and tosses it into the trash. Queueing up the collaborative playlist for the night, you call out, “Okay team, this is our final Humanities night at Tiger Library before the fall break, so you know the drill.”

The students turn to the circulation desk, conversations falling to a murmur. Steve crosses his arms and leans back against the built-in bookshelf, he gestures between the two of you with his index finger, “Ask either of us a math or science question and you will be vacated from the premises.”

A few laughs and snickers ring out here and there.

“Yeah,” you concur, “Harrington will suplex you into next week and I’ll post it to the school’s socials.” 

That shuts them right up. 

“Furthermore,” you continue, “The collab playlist is live for tonight and if any of you turkeys forces me to listen to anything that would make your friends and parents ashamed to know you,” you pause, eyeing a few kids menacingly, “I will force everyone present to listen to ska for the rest of the session. Got it?”

Steve shudders and shakes his head, “That is not an idle threat, by the way. She’s done it before and it was god awful.”

Announcements made, you and Steve sign off on a few seat-time papers for the credit recovery kids and settle in for the night. You open your texts to find a notification from Eddie in the group chat. Reading through Harrington and Buckley’s responses, you tap out a reply to Eddie’s question. 

💫elite meeting💫

bandcamp 👿: why is my paladin not at Hellfire you schmucks?

god’s fav 😎: spill the tea, sis.

dingus 👽: ooh, if he’s breakin out the yiddish he must be pissed!

trouble 👁️👄👁️: it’s like you don’t even read your emails eds.

god’s fav 😎:  whaddup, i’m eddie, i’m 28, and i never learned how to fuckin read ✌️

 bandcamp 👿: shut up.

During tutorial nights, someone from the group would be assigned to take care of dinner for whomever else was stuck on campus. Nancy had made a laminated chart and stuck it to the loft’s fridge, y’know, like any completely sane person would do. 

You huff a laugh and open your insta feed, clicking on the invite in your messages. ‘Steve has invited you to eat at Chipotle today!’ You select your regular order, tacking on some chips and queso for good measure. 

After a while, a student shyly approaches the circulation desk with a worn copy of The Catcher in the Rye and a worksheet in hand. You give her a reassuring smile and invite her to take a seat. As you’re reviewing the questions she’s struggling with, Eddie storms into the room searching for Mike.

“Wheeler,” he bellows, startling the students from their conversations, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The student at your side jumps in her chair at the sheer volume of his voice. “Oy, Munson,” you hiss, “Can it!” He fixes you with a perturbed glance and strides over to Mike’s table to tear him a whole new asshole.

Managing to get the students back on track, you talk through the more complex passages of the text with the girl, directing her back to the questions when appropriate, and send her off with a friendly wave.

Returning from his circuit around the library, Steve dramatically slumps into the chair at your side, letting out a long-suffering sigh. He shoves his glasses up to his hair in an effort to scrub at his eyes. “What’s got ya down, clown?”

He blows a raspberry and rolls his eyes at your quip. “See that table by the windows?”

“Yeah,” you nod, noting the giggling group of girls, freshmen, if you had to guess. Sneaking side-long glances at Steve before blushing profusely and turning back to their friends. “Ooh, they seem struck by you!” you tease, letting your voice twang in a southern affectation.

“Don’t encourage them!” he admonishes, “They wanted help with geography, I don’t even teach that,” he sulks. 

“Steven,” you gasp, “Don’t tell me you never learned to read a map, you are an educator!”

Steve fixes you with a glance, “I’ll have you know, it all gets very confusing in Europe after the dissolution of the Soviet Bloc.”

“Don’t you teach AP World: Modern?”

“Yeah, you know that.”

“A-are you indoctrinating the students, Steve?” you needle him, earning an exasperated huff in response. “Snowflake,” you tsk reproachingly, “Trigger warnings! War on Christmas!” 

The taunting continues until Eddie approaches the desk. With a too-wide smile directed at Steve, you cut your eyes across the library to where Wheeler sits trembling like a leaf.

Mike looks well and thoroughly abashed after whatever Munson just lectured him about. Sinking as low in his seat as he did during the parent conference facilitated by Assistant Principal Bauman. Munson had clearly laid it on thick. 

Chains jangling against his hip, he sits on the desk. “Hey there, big boy,” he purrs winking at Steve, causing him to blush and sputter. “Light of my life,” he croons addressing you, “A thousand apologies for young Wheeler there,” he nods at the dejected teen in question, “It will not be happening again.” Raising his voice to a louder pitch, hollers out, “Not on my watch!”

“Yeah,” you goad him, waggling your brows, “On god, no cap?”

He stares at you as if you’d grown another head, and leans down to your level. “What fuckin’ Tik-Tok nonsense is that now?”

A notification pings from someone, Steve probably; grandpa that he is, he refuses to silence his phone like a normal person, no matter how many times you show him the focus or do not disturb function. 

He throws his keys at Eddie, who catches them before the ring of metal can brain him in the face. Steve pouts as Eddie jangles them triumphantly walking out the door, “Be back in five, hot stuff!”

Steve sends you an annoyed look, “Please tell me that wasn’t directed at me.”

You take a loud sip from his hydroflask and grin, “No, you’re big boy and I’m hot stuff,” you chide. “C’mon now.” Like it’s the most logical thing in the world.

“So,” he mutters escorting you to your car later that evening. “Are you ever gonna spill what went down the other night?”

“Huh,” you kiss your teeth with a wet click, bag slung haphazardly across your arm. “Thought Nance would’ve cracked by now.”

“What d’ya mean?”

You kick at the rocks scattered along the blacktop, refusing to meet his eyes. “Well,” you sigh. A grunt, a huff of breath before you tug at the strap of your backpack and admit flatly, “He, uh, ended it.” You hold up your left hand and wiggle your fingers in proof, and sure enough, no engagement ring in sight.

Steve never truly understood what people meant when they said the phrase ‘seeing red’ until now. Granted, he’d been knocked on the head more than most in his time, but even with the concussions he still had enough sense to know that you were the real fucking deal. And any asswipe that thinks he can do better than you is sorely mistaken.

He should know.

Willing himself not to vibrate with rage, he slings an arm across your shoulders and pulls you to his chest. You sniffle and press your forehead to his neck, he smells clean and comforting like cypress and vetiver with the faintest whiff of laundry detergent. 

“M’sorry honey,” he soothes, voice soft and low, subtly rocking from side to side as you fail to stop the tears from falling. “I gotcha, it’s okay.”

Naturally, you completely lose your shit in the school parking lot while Steve holds you. And truthfully, you’re more frustrated than anything because you’d been trying so damn hard to keep it together this week. You thought you’d been doing pretty well, too, until Harrington used his dumb best-friends-forever powers of perception.

Unbeknownst to you, everyone’s been desperately trying to keep their cool. 

Nancy was tight-lipped about the cause for your bender last weekend, but occupants of the loft were distinctly aware of how rigidly she held herself after dropping you off. Completely glued to her phone in case you needed anything at all and going so far as to out-law rom-coms for seemingly no reason.

His anger is simmering now, bubbling just under the surface because hell if he’s going to let you see how affected he is. True, he was never the biggest fan of your fiancé, well, ex-fiancé now, but he seemed like an okay guy. 

Clearly not.

A wet sob claws its way from your throat as Steve draws you closer, his hand cradling the back of your head. He’s doing his best to comfort you, but there’s only so much he can do in the parking lot of Hawkins high school. 

He pulls back briefly to look down at you, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “Wanna crash at the loft?” He asks, voice hushed, as if he’s afraid to spook you. You glance over your shoulder to your car parked a few spaces away, eyes wide and wet. 

Steve feels like he’s lost all language. Doesn’t know any words because you’re stuttering, cursing, and sobbing against his chest like he’s never heard before. He’s at a complete loss as he shepherds you toward his car, opening the passenger door and sliding you into the seat. He has to pry your fingers off from the way you’d latched on to his shirt. 

As the door closes, he grabs his phone and types out a quick missive to let the roommates know what’s coming.

🫰freeloaders🫰

steeb🖕: nance, a heads up would’ve been nice

bucko 🤠: 👀

nwa 🔪: oh shit.

dumbass🤘 : stop talking in code nerds

steeb🖕 has changed the name of this group from 🫰freeloaders🫰 to 👊 fight club👊

steeb🖕: trouble is crashing with us, it’s bad guys. like, defcon 1

bucko 🤠: isn’t that the lowest level of defcon?

steeb🖕: not the time robs

nwa 🔪: her fiancé broke it off, that’s why she got shitfaced. didn’t want me to say anything until she was ready

bucko 🤠: what a piece of shit

dumbass🤘: i’m gonna need his name and address, ss# is a plus but not a necessity 

bucko 🤠: eddie NO

steeb🖕: eddie YES

nwa🔪 has ‘liked’ this message

“Sorry–” you whisper hoarsely, “I’m–sorry–”

Steve’s mouth falls open, so fucking helpless and confused. “There’s no need for that,” he assures you, “You didn’t do anything hon.”

You’ve barely gotten out of the shower, hair damp and dripping on the tiles of the bathroom. You stand in the doorway, dressed in an oversized Warped Tour shirt from ages ago, one bare foot scratching the adjacent ankle. 

Steve had to coax you to shower after arriving at the loft, your face puffy, smeared with tears and snot. Once you had been safely stowed in the shower, Nancy went into crisis-management mode. Delegating tasks to everyone in proximity to her and speaking in hushed tones with your parents on the phone.

Robin was in charge of securing a sub for you tomorrow (and, let’s be honest, one for Eddie, Steve, and herself as well), Eddie was researching moving companies and doing some mild internet sleuthing about your ex, just for his own research purposes, which left Steve on babysitting duty.

You start crying again, hiding the tears in your palms and dropping to the floor, curling up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Steve’s losing it. Can’t even keep you happy for two seconds–which he knows is the easiest job in the world because you have attention span of a goldfish and will laugh at anything.

He’s still perplexed when he drops to the floor with you, splaying his legs around your body, wrapping his arms around your back. His shirt is basically soaked through, sopping with your tears but that doesn’t deter you. You burrow into his chest, hands crawling up his shoulder blades, fingertips digging in enough to bruise, and you cling to him like a lifeline. Steve’s chest swells in pain for you, a hurt he feels down to his bones. You’re shaking with sobs and shivery hot in his arms.

Unable to soothe your tears, Steve gets to work and slides an arm down underneath your legs to secure you against his chest. “Okay honey, hold tight,” he breathes, scooping you up as he rises from the cold tile floor. You press your face further into his chest, sinking so deep into his hold he thinks you might fall right into him. Another choked sob as you nod.

He carries you down the hall and into his bedroom, all dark and quiet. Steve lays you down atop his sheets where you continue to sob fitfully, eyes blooming with fresh tears. He reaches over your body, takes the far edge of the sheet and pulls it around, tucking it beneath your back. He does the same to the other side and soon enough, you’re wrapped snugly in its cocoon. Only your head is visible.

And he knows you’re sad, and it’s very fucking real. The kind of sadness he felt when Nancy crushed his heart to smithereens back in high school. That, but times a thousand.

“How’s that?” he says, breaking the silence now that your cries have died down. “Better?”

You blink at him after a while. Your head jerks a few times, eyes pointedly cutting to the open space on the bed next to you.

Steve shucks his shirt, volleying it to the hamper, and slips in chuckling at the way you inch your body closer to his. His arm falls to rest against your hip, “Okay honey,” he whispers over the top of your head, “Better now?”

“Mmhm,” you sigh, pressing your forehead to his chest once more. “Stevie,” you rasp, voice muffled, “Can you stay?”

“Yeah,” he says right away, fingers sketching along your side, a crease of worry forming between his brows. “‘Course I’ll stay honey, long as you want.”

Steve spends another couple of hours with you, settling down in hopes that you’ll eventually drift off to sleep. He pulls a movie up on his phone, something with little emotional labor because you’re more than likely spent for the week. He lays next to you on the bed, propped up by a pillow or two, his free hand tracing calming circles against your hip. After the credits roll, your swollen eyelids begin to slip shut.

He stays for a little longer, just until your breathing evens out and he knows you’re asleep. As gently and slowly as he can, Steve gets out of bed careful not to jostle you awake and makes his way to the living room. Everyone’s awake and lost in their own little world, it’s quiet save for the sound of clacking keys and mouse clicks. 

Settling against an armchair, he clears his throat and says, “She’s asleep, for now.”

“How’s she doing?”

He shrugs, because isn’t that the million dollar question. Steve couldn’t begin to guess at that thoughts rattling through your brain. But he tries anyway, “Uh, not great.”

Silence settles around them once more. Steve stares wordlessly at the ceiling and grits his teeth loud enough for everyone to hear. He inhales a deep, steady breath and it feels like the only one he’s taken in hours.

And for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to fall back on a familiar feeling. To push past all the anger and hurt; the tinge of his own failure he tries not to associate with you, struggles to do that most days, too. 

Behind the darkness of his eyelids, there is strangely so much light.

A semblance of hope.

[rocknrollbabe14]

Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’

Soooo since I’m in a bit of an emotional drought right now (just dealing with some personal stuff) I decided to share a snippet of a story I had been working on and that’s been sitting in my drafts for 2 years since ST came out 😂😂😂 Some Steve x Reader x Eddie because they’re in a love triangle. If you want it continued let me know. 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

You hurried into the gym for the weekly pep rally for the Hawkins Tigers football team. Each grade was in the bleachers, ready to cheer on their team. It was a good way to boost morale and get out of last period a few minutes early. The band always played pep music in the stands during football games before and after preforming the half time show. You had to be at the game tonight as you were a member of the marching band.

During marching season, you were a Majorette—wearing the cute uniform and twirling the sticks as your best friend Eddie Munson teased you. You imagined Eddie would be skipping the pep rally as he could care less about sports. He would much rather invest his time in his Hellfire Club, selling drugs occasionally, or playing with his band at the Hideout.

“Ready for tonight?”, Robin asked loudly over the crowd.

Robin was a good friend and fellow band geek, the term most people referred to members of the band as. She was one of your only girlfriends.

“Definitely.”, you smiled as you grabbed your batons.

The Drum Major counted off each pep song, you doing your routines to each song as the band continued to play, the football team parading around, hyping up your classmates. You scanned the crowd to see if there was any sign of Eddie. There wasn’t. You did see Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, freshman members of his Hellfire Club. The band would end with the fight song. After that, it would be decided which grade would win the spirit stick. You were brought out of your daze when the Drum Major counted off the fight song, beginning to twirl. It was muscle memory.

It had became second nature to you. You had been doing it since freshman year. The senior class of 1986 won the spirt stick, causing you, Robin, and the other band seniors to be quite thrilled. Robin was crushing madly on your fellow band member, Vickie. It was a big step up from Tammy Thompson. The pep rally ended, dismissing all grades from the gymnasium. You picked up your batons and met up with Robin before you both walked back to the band room.

“Eddie miss the pep rally?”, Robin asked as she brushed through her short hair.

“Apparently. He’s not into that, Robin.”, you smirked.

She snorted playfully. You all had about two hours to grab something to eat and be ready to rehearse tonight’s marching band show and the pep band music. After the games, Eddie would pick you up and take you home. You were surprised he would even come to the school long enough to do that. You and Robin grabbed lunch together as always, her rambling on about Vickie.

“Did you see how cute she looked today?”, Robin sighed, stirring the fry in her ketchup.

You smirked. “I’m not the best judge of that.”, you chuckled.

It was cute to see Robin so flustered and worked up over her crush. You could understand. You had secretly been crushing on Eddie for a while, however, he never seemed to reciprocate the feelings. You’d sometimes try and flirt a little here or there, but Eddie would brush it off with a laugh. You’d never admit to flirting with Eddie. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship if he didn’t feel the same.

The other day had really almost done you in. Dustin and Mike were talking about some cute freshman cheerleaders. It was harmless or so you thought. However, Eddie’s words rang in your head and ever since, you couldn’t get them out no matter how hard you tried. “What I’d do to have one night with that.” The worlds he used as Chrissy Cunningham passed by. Your heart sank deep in your chest, quickly realizing you didn’t have a chance with Eddie. He was more into the blonde, cheerleader type.

Before you could turn around, it was time to get dressed in your uniform and prepare to march to the stadium. It was the thing you all always did on Friday nights. Your uniform was a short one piece leotard with your school colors: green, gold, and white. Robin always told you how cute you looked and any boy would be lucky to date you, however, there was just one boy you wanted—Eddie Munson.

The night went on, you going through the motions. It was time for the half time show. Robin smiled at you as her friend and former student at Hawkins High, Steve Harrington came over to chat. He was most of the girls dream when he was in school. He had the perfect hair, played sports, and reeked of confidence. Robin assured you, however, he was just a “dingus”. It was time to go on, each of you taking your correct spot on the field. The Drum Major counted off, you smiling with your pearly whites.

Your movements came natural, remembering and performing each move with grace. You felt all the eyes on you. Little did you know, the eyes you found most important were on you too. He was just under the bleachers, peeping out just enough to see you with a cigarette hanging lazily out of his mouth. He took a puff of it, watching you in that tight little skirt. If you only knew how he felt and what he thought about.

You ended the performance, striking the last pose perfectly. The home crowd cheered before the Drum Major counted off once more, allowing you all to march off and exit the field. You went back into the stands, preparing to take a break for the third quarter.

“Steve!”, you heard Robin shout, instantly catching your attention.

“You did great out there.”, he encouraged her.

“Y/N, come here.”, she eyed you.

You reluctantly stepped up a couple bleachers, almost tripping and falling, Steve catching you easily, making eye contact with you, smiling at you.

“Y/N, you know Steve Harrington.”

“I do.”, you smiled easily.

“Steve, you know Y/N.”

“Yeah, you were a sophomore when I was a senior, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, thanks for catching me.”, you laughed nervously.

“It’s not a problem, just be careful. Wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you to get hurt.”

Robin shot him a disgusted look. “Steve, was that supposed to be a pick up line?”

Steve blushed before running a hand through his hair. “Was it that bad?”

You giggled easily. “I appreciate it, Steve. Really.”

His smiled remained, becoming softer and almost serious. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”

“I’m sorry?”, you asked, almost nervously laughing.

Steve laughed nervously in response, shoving his hands in the pockets of his old letterman jacket. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”, he repeated.

“Oh no—no plans.”, you smiled, finally realizing he was trying to ask you out.

“Would you maybe wanna do something?”

Robin watched, mouth gaped open before it turned into a smile. Before the whole Chrissy comment, you wouldn’t have really considered going on a date with anyone else. But that had changed your whole perspective.

“Sounds good. Robin can give me your number.”, you smiled.

There was a chill in the fall wind, causing you to shiver slightly. Your outfit was short and skimpy. You rubbed your arms as if that would conduct a little electricity to warm you up.

“Here.”, Steve said as he shed his jacket, holding it out for you to wrap up in.

You eyed Robin, carefully obliging, letting Steve help you into his jacket. It was significantly bigger than you, but you instantly felt warmer and were no longer shivering. Robin smirked at you as you turned back to face her and Steve. Little did you know, other eyes were watching this unfold—Eddie Munson.

“Thanks, Steve. You didn’t have to do this.”, you blushed at him.

“Really, I don’t mind. It looks good on you.”

If Robin could have gagged, she would have. Steve was one of her best friends—if not her best friend but even his bad pick up lines were hard to watch. Somehow, he was managing to sail right through. You all made small talk as the third quarter clock counted down, Robin and you both taking your respective places back in the stands. The band continued to play pep music, Hawkins was winning against its rival.

The fourth quarter passed quickly, leaving just a few minutes on the clock. As the football team ran the field, the clock counted down further. Hawkins had the ball, the quarterback running for the field goal. Everyone was cheering loudly in anticipation of another touchdown. The quarterback passed the colored goal line, Hawkins side of the stadium cheering as the band counted off the fight song.

You watched the time fade from the fourth quarter, the game ending. Hawkins had won. The band began packing everything up to take it back to the high school. Steve walked behind the band, eager to continue talking to you and Robin. Members of the band were busy packing everything up. You finished up a few minutes early, noticing Steve was waiting to talk to you. Maybe this was how things were supposed to be.

“Hey.”, Steve breathed easily.

“Hey.”, you smiled.

“So tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow, for sure.”

Steve smiled, taking a hand through his hair. “I wrote my number down.”

You took the piece of paper, smiling. “Thank you, Steve. I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise.”

“Sounds good, you got a ride home?”

“I do. Oh! Let me give you your jacket back.”, you went to slide it off.

“No, no. It’s too cold. Keep it”, Steve insisted.

You smiled, knowing what it meant when a guy gave a girl his letterman jacket.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”, Steve smiled.

Steve held his arms out, offering you an embrace. You allowed him to take you into his arms. The scent of his cologne off his jacket and himself hit your nose. It almost made you weak in your knees. You both pulled back, staring into each other’s eyes. The chemistry was there.

“Hey—time to go home.”, Robin interrupted you both.

Steve usually gave Robin a ride. Eddie give you a ride. It was just how thing were going,

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Y/N.”, Steve smiled.

“Okay, be careful Steve.”

“You too, Y/N.”

Robin and Steve exited the school, you not far behind. You immediately saw Eddie’s van parked out front. You walked in the cool fall air to his van, hearing him unlock the door as you approached. Eddie immediately eyed you up and down as you sat down in the seat.

“How was the game?”, he almost deadpanned.

“It was fine, we won.”, you smiled.

Eddie nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “So I take it you don’t need my leather jacket?”

His voice was laced with jealousy—or at least you thought it was. His knuckles had a tight grip on the steering wheel. His brown eyes finally looked over at you, flipping back between the road and you.

“Not tonight.”

He chuckled. “You’re wearing Harrington’s jacket.”

“How do you know it’s Steve’s jacket?”

“His name is across the back.”, Eddie responded back, taking one finger across the back of it. You felt his finger trace along your back, sending chills down your spine.

“He saw I was cold and gave it to me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, trying to be playful. “Okay, a guy doesn’t just give a girl his letterman jacket if he doesn’t want to get serious with her.”

“It’s going to be one date.”

The smile faded from Eddie’s lips almost immediately. “So you agreed to a date? With Harrington?”

“I don’t see what the big deal is.”, you crossed your arms, leaning back into the seat.

Eddie laughed sarcastically. “He was the biggest douche in high school. Like he thought he’s God’s gift to women. Did you not learn anything from Wheeler’s mistake?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought Eddie was becoming jealous. He was trying to play it off and be funny, but there was something else laced in his words. You looked out the window as Eddie drove through the heavy traffic leaving the high school. It was one of the many pains in his ass when he picked you up from the games. But he was willing to do it for you.

“Maybe he’s changed. He’s been graduated two years now.”, you defended, looking back at Eddie.

Eddie huffed in response before laughing sarcastically. “Guys like Harrington don’t change, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at Eddie’s response, feeling yourself becoming increasingly agitated. He was really one to talk considering he had made that statement about Chrissy. You were holding back saying anything about her.

“You don’t know that, Eddie.”

[sweetronancer]

thinking about how ronance should play out in st5 again!

okay so hear me out... robin and vickie have a little moment and like they kiss.. but robin makes it all awkward and realizes that maybe she doesn't have feelings for vickie anymore and pulls away and is like "shit im sorry"!!!!

and then vickie just laughs it off and quickly scrambles away... giving robin a moment to process her feelings. and then like like next scene or interaction with nancy she like very obviously registers it and yaps to steve about it and steve is obviously very put down but not that bad because he wants his best friend to be happy! and he gives her such a like pep talk and like idk and hes like "go get em tiger" and robins like "never say that again.. 😟" and then like yeah! robin has a yap session with nancy and then they kiss and live happily ever after!!!

[fortheloveofallthings]

Steddie Florist AU - Part 3

Part 2

Eddie was in the middle of bringing a half-keg into the bar when the florist walked in. He half wished he was doing anything cooler than that, like making a cocktail with added flare to his shake, or filling up a pint of Dragon’s Milk on tap and sliding it along the bar table to a customer, but instead he’d settle for trying to look stronger than he is carrying the half-keg now with one hand. Gods, please don’t let my muscles kill me tomorrow. He smiled and waved with his free hand then gestured at the florist to sit at the bar. Eddie could feel Chrissy watching him as she was making an Old Fashion for one of their regulars. Thankfully the taps were perfectly centered on the bar station and they could meet halfway for a quick exchange.

“Holy shit, is that him?” Chrissy eyed. Eddie set the keg down and slid it back into it’s place trying not to look to obvious that their subject of conversation is in fact 3ft away, “Ya that’s him.” Chrissy, not as carefully, stared from the florist to him, “That’s a bisexual if I’ve ever seen one. Go get him tiger.” She winked then continued to serve the Old Fashion.

Eddie pranced the few steps it took to get directly in front of the florist and leaned over the counter, “Glad you could make it!” The florist smiled a giant toothy smile and Eddie’s heart fluttered. This had to be the perfect man sitting before him, and even with the butterflies hatching in his stomach there was an air of comfort between them. “Ya me too, glad I caught you as you were inside. Still handling a keg too, and while you mentioned you probably wouldn’t be manning the bar, I’m still impressed with your fortune telling abilities,” the florist noted. Eddie chuckled and gave a soft nod, “I appreciate the flattery my good sir. However I have yet to fulfill the prophecy I have for-told… what is the drink that you desire? Remember on the house, but no top shelf,” Eddie hushed to a whisper and leaned closer to the florist, “…more flattery is required for that.”

Steve had stepped into one of the nerdiest bars he could’ve imagined. It felt like more of a medieval tavern than a bar. The walls were covered in comic posters, D&D posters, band posters, you name it and it was there. He would have to bring Robin and Vickie over at some point. If they ever have an all ages event he’d even bring Dustin, the kid would love this. It wasn’t too busy yet but he had a feeling it was going to get crazier as people started appearing for trivia night. The sign couldn’t be missed on his way in, the neon pink paper instantly catching his eye. Overall it was really welcoming. As he continued admiring all the decor, his eye caught on the familiar blob of curly hair carrying a half-keg with one hand. For a skinnier guy it really made his muscles flex in a way that Steve couldn’t help but commit to memory. Eddie was now sporting a black and purple Black Sabbath shirt that was half tucked into black jeans, simple but boy did it work for him. They exchanged a wave as he approached the bar, taking a seat promptly in front of the single dahlia that was now sitting pretty in a green glass bottle. He waited patiently as he finished setting up the new keg, then went straight into bantering than ended with Steve ordering a Jack and Coke.

“Jack and coke? That’s it? You don’t want something more frivolous?” Eddie questioned. Steve shrugged, his anxiety always got the best of him at bars. The last thing he ever wanted to do was ask for something annoying to make. Most times he just ordered beer. “Come on, there’s gotta be something you’ve always wanted to order but been nervous to. It’s slow right now… it would be the perfect time to ask for something atrocious,” Eddie teased, his demeanor still lighthearted. “You are the professional, I’ll let you surprise me,” Steve winked.

Eddie loved surprising people with drinks, it was one of the only times he could make what he wanted without any limitations. The florist asked for a Jack and Coke, meaning rum was on the table for liquors to go by. He went straight for one of the White Rums they had, grabbed a lime, some Grand Marnier, a few other ingredients, pouring each measurement in a shaker without missing a beat. Extra drama for the florist whose hazel eyes were burning holes straight through him. Eddie poured the drink into a narrow ceramic tiki cup designed to look like a red dragon. He pristinely placed a maraschino cherry on top then placed it in front of the florist. “I present to you, a Mai Tai,” Eddie bowed. The man giggled, “Wow this looks amazing! I need to take a picture of this.”

“One of the highest honors I could receive, thank you… uh. You know… I never actually got your name.” The man stared back confused, like he was quickly replaying all their interactions at super speed in his head, “Oh I’m sooo sorry. I can’t believe I never actually introduced myself. I’m Steve.” Steve reached his hand out gesturing for a handshake but when Eddie went to return it, the florist swiftly shifted their grip so Eddie’s ringed knuckles were facing up like a princess’s would in the hand of her knight. Steve leaned over and gently graced a kiss on Eddie’s rings, released his hand to grab his drink then took a casual sip. Eddie was blushing, full on red cheeks, hell, red face and he knew it. He could feel the fire radiating off them. I think I’m in love. He took a moment to calm himself before flirting back, “Well Sir Steve, if you keep this up you might earn the top shelf elixir after all.”