#and it cuts to the kid looking at their parents like you fucking liars how fucking dare you you're fucking dead-

[jaxon-exe]

Dp x dc prompt

One day John Constantine decides to check in on the known ghost hotspot that is Amity Park and find it over run with ghost of all sorts. After over coming his first thought of “just walk away, not your problem” and deciding that it is his problem he started investigating from the shadows and finds out about Phantom. His first conclusion is that maybe phantom is the one releasing the ghost. He can obviously tell that phantom has some sort of savour complex and thinks “is this kid releasing the ghost so that he can hunt them down and save the town??” and starts looking into phantom.

That is until one day he sees phantom at the end of a rather long day. Multiple ghost having attracted throughout the previous night and all day long leaving Danny at the end of his rope, running on no sleep in the last 24 hours, utterly exhausted and he just breaks down in a back alley. John sees this from a distance and is like “ok this kid isn’t the cause of this. He’s just doing his best.”

So with phantom removed as a suspect John investigates other leads as to what might be causing the sudden spike in ghosties when the nest ghost attack happens. Up until this point he’s been following a “not my circus, not my monkeys” mentality and just letting phantom deal with the ghost and was gonna do the same thing, had turned around and started to walk away to…

….

… but god dammit the kid seems to be struggling.

So John reluctantly joins in the fight and helps phantom, revealing his presence to the kid for the first time. Now that phantom knows about him tho he can’t just walk away from any of the other fight so John ends up helping him out a lot. After a while of this John gets the bright idea of “hey the kid might not be the ones freeing the ghost but he might know the cause of it” and ask phantom about it.

Danny however being slightly paranoid clams up at the question not wanting himself or his parents in trouble and says he doesn’t know anything. U know like a liar 

Thing is Danny’s shit at lying and John sees right threw that but dammit he doesn’t know how to deal with kids???? Let alone teenagers!! Let alone dead teenagers!! The fucks he supposed to do??????

After thinking about it for awhile he could only thing of one thing.

*ring* *ring*

*ring* *ring*

*rin*-

Batman: John…

John: yeah good to hear from you to mate, lesson I got a question

Batman: hmm

John: hypothetically, if you had a case where your only lead is a kid that knowns something they probably shouldn’t and is very reluctant to tell you said thing, what would you do??

Batman:…

Batman: how old

John: 13-14??

Batman: buy them a burger. Earn their trust. Reassure them they aren’t in trouble.

John: how bloody long is that gonna take??

Batman: your in for the long hall *hangs up*

John:…. Shit

Cut to John sitting on top of a water tower with a bag of take out, felling strangely like he’s trying to coax out a stray cat, as he waits for phantom to drop his invisibility and just come eat with him. 

#dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #john constantine

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)

#comic sans #is this controversial #debated about posting this.. i've been sitting on these thoughts for a hot minute... but i gotta share #also this isn’t a call out to anything/one specifically. like i mean this. i just felt like making fun of him. #it's mostly just an excuse to talk about him and make that stupid photo #i shouldn't have access to photoshop #also not saying that hangman was in the right in that scene #just saying that if Bradley were actually chill… he would’ve reacted differently #like sure bradley's chill about what coffee he drinks in the morning or if lunch plans change #but he’s unchill about everything else #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #he's so annoying i lub him #bradley brad bradshaw my beloved #stopthatfool's adventures with photoshop #computer now riddled with blurry pngs #fuck it posting this

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hiii i love your fics so much!!❤️ could you pls make a leo x reader (doesn’t matter what godly parents you can do whatever :) ) and they get into a fight but make up in the end🙏 take your time i hope you’re having a great day!

✮⋆˙ miscommunication is key; leo valdez x reader argument blurb

content: leo valdez x reader argument blurb warning: cursing and minor angst but fluff and comfort to save the day. author's note: this ones kinda all over the place and the spanish is in fact google translate bc im a lazy mfer.

"no, no, c'mon, we're gonna talk about this," you all but begged, following leo as he stomped through bunker nine, grumbling under his breath and pretending to ignore you to the best of his abilities.

"talk about what?" bit out leo, glaring at you without a joking undertones that he usually used, "i thought there was nothing to talk about."

"you're shutting me out, leo, and it's not productive to this conversation. i, like an hour ago, was not under the impression there was anything to talk about. clearly, i was wrong, but now that i offer to talk, what, it's too late? because i didn't pick up instantly on the fact you were mad with me?" you rambled, stopping and crossing you arms, traces of confusion littering your features. and leo rolled his eyes and turned away, wanting to be mad but knowing he couldn't be if he saw you looking at him like that.

"not mad with you. made at you. big difference," argued leo, shaking his head slightly in frustration.

"do not talk semantics to me, right now of all times. leo...i don't know how else to tell you this, but he's just a friend. so what if i've known him for three years? it shouldn't change anything-"

"what changes is the fact that you just so happened to exclude that part when you were telling me about him. you hid it and you lied," leo cut in, pointing over at you, accusatorily. you sighed, taking a few breaths to not add anger to the fire that was this conversation.

"please, leo, don't call me a liar. it's not fair, at all. and, if i accidently forgot to mention that i've known him for so many years, i take accountability for that, really i do. but some of this is on you too. if you didn't get so mad-"

"y si no fueras tan puta a veces," leo muttered under his breath before stilling, realizing his own words after they'd left his mouth, "wait-"

"go to hell, valdez. gods, i don't even know why i try to have these conversations with you. come find me when you grow the fuck up and remove your head from your ass," you bit out, taking slow steps backwards, forcing him to look into your tear filled eyes.

a few hours later, you were laying in a patch of grass that the demeter kids liked to overgrow. if you didn't know better, you wouldn't be able to see if anyone was in the grass. but leo did know better. gently wading his way through the grass, he stopped a few feet away from your spot, sitting down and tucking his legs under himself. there was silence for a few minutes and leo was slightly worried you had no idea he was there. or that you didn't want him there anymore.

"did you remove your head from your ass?" you asked, softly, and leo could hear the hint of a smile in your voice, which he was more than grateful for, though he felt undeserving.

"something like that," he muttered back, his fingers tapping some anxious rhythm against his thigh.

"good. now, do you want to try that conversation over again? this time, no rude ass spanish?" you offered, this time sitting up, your head just barely visible over the swishing grass.

"this time, i'll listen," leo added, nodding his head solidly. it earned him a smile, a smile that told him he was already forgiven. a smile that oozed of the love she felt for him.

a smile that was reserved for him and him alone.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 26 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: My angsty brain has once again entered the chat. Please enjoy the drama and the feels!

Warnings: Sir Eddie/Daddy Steve and Sub Plus size Fem Reader, no SMUT in this one. FLUFF, they found out about the bun in the oven, ANGST, Y/N makes a few terrible decisions (i.e she panics) and her and the guys get into a fight, mentions of pregnancy pains, mentions of a lot of worries when it comes to being a parent as well as their fears of telling her parents or Steve's parents finding out.

Word Count: 3977

Series here

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Prepared this time, Masie opens her front door as soon as a fist pounds loudly against the wood. 

“Steven. Edward. How may I—”

“Where is she?”, Eddie growls, lightly moving your best friend out of the way as he begins searching her apartment. “Y/N?!”

“She’s not here. I told her she needed to talk to you both but—”

“But what? You know something, Maze. I know it. She wouldn’t just disappear without coming to you first or having you help her.”, Steve interrupts. 

“I don’t know where she is.”

“Liar.” Glaring at the metalhead, she sighs as she folds her arms over her chest. “Fine. You don’t know where she is but you know SOMETHING. What do you know?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Bullshit. She’s been gone for 24hrs, no one has seen her EXCEPT you, I imagine. If you don’t tell me now, Masie, I’m going to go to Hopper and he can get the truth out of you.”

You best friend chuckles under her breath as she steps forward and starts pushing them out her door. 

“I’m not afraid of Hopper, gentlemen. Feel free to send him my way.”

Eddie plants his heels as his sad, worried eyes take one last look around her apartment. 

“Masie…please. This isn’t like her. Whatever’s going on, it has to be hurting her if she’s hiding. We just want to make sure she’s ok.”

A heavy exhale leaves her as she scans them both over. 

“She came by here yesterday afternoon and we talked. I gave her my advice, she panicked, and left. She said she was about to lose everything…you, her career, her parents… I imagine wherever she is it’s somewhere she can think but where she feels safe.”

A thought hits them both at the same time as they thank her and run to their car.

***

Your feet dangle over the side of desk in Mr. C’s classroom as your eyes scan over the memories. 

This is where it all started. 

Where they initiated the conversation with you during detention and where they fucked you for the first time a few days later. Where you had your first kiss with them and where you first realized they may not be the assholes you thought they were. This is where they fought for you when kids called you a whore and where you first saw them when you came back from New York realizing they missed you like crazy. 

You could still feel their energy in here, Steve’s heavy agitation and Eddie’s cocky sarcasm. 

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…what are you in for, sweetheart?...I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

“You, young lady, are in serious trouble.” You jump at the sound of Steve’s voice as he and Eddie saunter into the classroom. “We have been looking everywhere for you.”

You didn’t say a word as you watch them maneuver in front of you as they visually take you in making sure you’re alright. When you don’t move or speak, the metalhead folds his arms across his chest and leans against one of the desks across from you. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t disappear. In our ‘vows’… you said I’d never have to worry about you disappearing or casting us aside… or was that all just bullshit?” Huffing loudly through his nose, he glances at Steve as he shrugs. “You take over, bud, because I’m at a loss. I didn’t think we had to worry about this anymore but I guess I was wrong. I guess now I have to concerned about you making a snap decision to abandon us.”

Every word he was saying was cutting into you like knife but you held it together as best you could as you tried to avoid their intense gazes. 

“What do you feel like you’re burdening us with, honey? That’s the only reason you pull stuff like this. Was it the honeymoon and reception YOU planned? The five years of love and respect we’ve shown each other? The house we worked hard to buy you because we deserve to have a nice place together to grow old in?”

A tear escaped your eye and you hastily wiped it away. 

“Spare me, princess. They’re all the same, Harrington. You’re just like my mother, Y/N. I don’t know why you put so much effort into this relationship if you were just going to do this.”

“Eddie…”

“NO! Fuck you! Little miss fucking Martyr here always thinks she’s doing us a favor when she pulls this shit but it just fucking hurts!”, the metalhead shouts as he throws something off one of the desks into the wall, startling you with its loud bang. “You’d figure after all this time she’d learn how to talk to us instead of thinking THIS is the best course of action.”

“You know,”, you whimper as tears begin to fall again. “I always love when you get angry like you just did. It really gives me insight into how you see us and this relationship.”

Both men narrow their eyes in your direction as you mimic Eddie’s words from senior year with a slight sarcastic tone. 

“I was gone for a day. Not fucking…11 years. I’m allowed to get away.”

“Is that what you were doing, little girl? ‘Getting away’?”, Steve replied in an equally sassy demeanor. “Is that why you didn’t even give us the courtesy to at least fucking tell us where you were or how long you’d be gone?”

“I needed some time alone.”

“Is that why you ran to Masie first? Keep lying, Y/N. May as well.”, Eddie growls.

“She said she advised you to talk to us. Talk to us about what?” You remained silent as you slid off the desk and headed for the door but Steve promptly blocked your path.

“Vanilla.”

“The fact that you think we’re playing right now says a lot, babe. No, we’re full-on fighting. YOU disappeared for hours, no note or phone call, no one knew where you were or if you were even alright.”, he scolded as he stepped closer to you. “That is not what we do in ANY aspect of our relationship. Now, what aren’t you telling us?”

“I can’t.”, you whisper.

“Why?”, Eddie asks as he comes up on your side.

“I’m scared.”

“Of us? Of someone else? Is someone else hurting you or threatening you?” Steve tone fluctuates from angry to worried as he throws his questions in your direction. 

“No.”

“Then what are you afraid of? Of us leaving you?”

Your eyes divert again as they both stand up straighter.

“What happened? Why would you think we would leave?”

“I can’t…”

“Did you do something?”

“Did you fuck someone? Are you in love with someone else?”

“No…I…”

You felt yourself start to get overwhelmed as they hurled questions at you back and forth causing you to fold into yourself as you tried to shut them out.

“What happened, Y/N?”

“What’s going on?”

“We need to know.”

“We need to know if these last 5 years was a waste of time.”

“I’M PREGNANT!”, you scream as you cover your ears and close your eyes. “I’m fucking pregnant!”

It feels as if all the energy has left the room as it falls into complete silence. Braving the fallout, you drop your hands and slowly open your eyes to meet their shocked, stoic features. 

“I’m pregnant.”, you repeat as your eyes searched theirs for anything. Any spark of emotion that would calm you and your nerves. 

Your heart shattered when you found nothing.

Sobbing, you push your body between theirs and power walk down the hallway as you head for your car. You barely register the sound of sneakers that come up from behind you before a ringed hand grabbed your shoulder and turned you into a strong embrace. 

Feebly, your own hands tried to shove at his chest but Eddie just keeps stepping forward till your arms finally wrapped around him and he held your head to his chest. Incased in sudden warmth, you felt Steve circle his arms around your waist as he rested his head on his friend’s shoulder. 

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The three of you sat at your dining room table not saying a word as you stared at the wood in front of you. 

“Have, um, have you been to a doctor to have one of those…uh…”, Eddie taps his fingers against the furniture as he tries to remember the word he’s looking for. “Uh…ultrasound things…”

Silently, you shake your head as you wipe another tear from your cheek. 

“Ok, we can, um, call your doctor and…” Steve paused when he watched your eyes close as you heavily exhale and lean back in your chair. “Y/N, honey, we’re trying here.”

“I don’t want you to try.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means what it means, Eddie. You don’t HAVE to do anything. You-you can go on and live your lives. This is my fault. I fucked up.”

“Why do you say that so confidently? We don’t even know exactly what happened. You’re always diligent with your pills.”

“And last I checked, Y/N, it takes two to make a baby unless you climbed onto yourself and got yourself pregnant.”

“Or I cheated on you right?” Both men sigh as they try to control their anger. “I’m kind of surprised that even came up in your assessment of things I could be hiding.”

“What are we supposed to think when you’re being so fucking secretive?”, Steve growls as he leans towards you, folding his arms. “It’s not fair for you to hold that against us.”

“It’s also not fair for you to push us out and handle all this alone. I fucking hate that we’re back here, sweetheart. You playing the slut victim for us to be ‘happy’ or some shit. Do you honestly think we wouldn’t be there for you or that kid?”

Silencing yourself again, you shut them out as you pout. 

“You know what? I’m not playing this fucking game again, Y/N. Do you want us to leave? Yes or no? No matter what we’re going to help you with this because it’s not solely your responsibility and that’s our son or daughter in there but you decide, babe. Are we doing this together or separate?”, Steve inquires in a firm tone that frightens you slightly. 

When you don’t answer, he angrily pushes back his chair and stomps towards the bedroom. Eddie shakes his head before following suit and you listen as they bang around with Steve muttering under his breath as he packs.

You slowly head their way, leaning against the door frame as you watched a sight you thought you would never see. 

“We’ll still pay for the mortgage because you and that baby will need some place safe to be.”

“We’ll come with you to doctor’s appointments and then…”, Eddie’s voice cracks as he looks away. “I can’t do this, Steve. I’m not the same asshole I was. Can you…”, he gestures towards you as his friend nods.

“Then we can come up with a visitation and child support thing. We won’t need to go to court or anything. You know we’d give you anything you two need.” 

Stepping further into the room, you reach for his arm and he angerly yanks it away. 

“Don’t touch me, Y/N.”, he snarls in that same voice that kills you. “Is this better? Pushing us away like this? Hurting us?! Obviously you’re still the same meek little girl we met junior year. I suggest growing up before that baby comes.”

“Steve…Eddie…please…”, you cry.

A sharp pain abruptly shoots through you as you wrap your arms around your stomach. 

“Steve.”, the metalhead says with concern when he notices your sudden change in body language.

The other boy’s head turns as they both step closer and he cups your cheek.

“Y/N. What’s going on, baby?”

“Somethings…something’s wrong…”

***

Both men hold each of your hands as your heavy eyes watch the monitor beep next you as you lay in the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to return. 

“Hello there Miss…Y/L/N. Are one of you the father?” a physician smiled as he sauntered in with his nose buried in your chart. 

“We both are.”, Steve announced without any hesitation as the metalhead nodded. “Is she alright? What happened?”

“Oh, uh, yes both mother and baby are alright. It seems here just a lot of stress upsetting the little one. Not uncommon in young mothers especially younger overweight ones.”

Eddie’s head tilted angerly as they both glared at the unlucky man before them. 

“Was her weight a factor in what happened?”

“Um, no, but—”

“Ok, then why the fuck does it matter? You said it was her stress which has nothing to do with her size.”, Steve countered as he folded his arms. “Do you think mentioning it though will make her feel better?”

“Look, plus size women tend to have a difficult time during pregnancy and—”

“Great. We’ll take that up with HER doctor than. Until she gets here, you can get the fuck out of our sight.”

As soon as he leaves, their demeanors soften again as they focus on you. As you began to cry, Eddie sits on your bed by your feet caressing your leg as he tries to comfort you. 

 “Y/N, baby, everything’s ok.”

“I’m so sorry. Masie was right and so were you guys. You’ve changed so much for me and grown… I’m still terrified of ruining that for you. I know we didn’t plan for this but… you two still deserve to follow your dreams.”

“Princess, what are you talking about?”

“I-I-I know you want to be a musician and Steve wants to help so many people with his thing with-with Robin.”, you hiccup as Steve cups your cheek and dries your tears with his thumb as they fall. “I know… I’m going to have to put teaching on hold…for a bit t-to have the baby. I just—”

“Honey, look at me. I need you to breathe for me, alright? There you go, baby girl. In and out. Good. Good girl.”, Steve praises as you do what he asks. “Y/N, Eddie and I have had so many dreams, so many things we want to do and experience. But do you know what our number one dream is?”

“You.”, Eddie answers when you shake your head. “You, angel, and to experience everything in the world with you including a family.”

“I mean…we may be jumping ahead a few steps here but when have we ever been normal?”

“Now, baby, that doesn’t mean we want to push you. If you feel like… you want to…take other steps…you know… That’s ok to. No matter what we’ll be here for you. 

Releasing their hands, you place your palm on your stomach as you glance towards the machine keeping track of the baby’s progress inside of you. 

“I want to keep him. I love him so much already.”

Steve grins softly as he places his palm over yours. 

“He?”

“Just a feeling.”, you shrug. “I’m so sorry. I thought…I didn’t mean to…I was just trying to help.”

“By throwing yourself under the bus? Sweetheart, when have we ever made you feel like you can’t talk to us or that you would have to carry anything alone?”

“So…we’re doing this? We’re having a baby?”

Their gaze shift towards each other before a huge smile stretches across their faces. 

“A little dude I get to play D & D with? Fuck yeah, I’m here for it.”

“Oh my god. Eddie’s going to turn our kid into a nerd. 2 out of the 3 of his parents were basketball stars!”

“Ok, Harrington, and they can’t be a jock and a dork?! Princess here is both so I could argue the same thing. 2 out of 3 of his parents are freaks.”

“3 out of 3.”, Steve jokes as he winks at you.

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“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey Dr. Dixon.”, you greet as your personal OBGYN enters your hospital room. 

“What happened? I see you had some stress that caused little one here to throw a tantrum? Preparing mommy, I guess.”, she jokes as she moves around the room with her cart grabbing some extra supplies. 

“Speaking of, we were kind of wondering, if you knew how this happened? Y/N’s usually on top of her pills.”, Steve asks as he pets your head before moving to give the doctor some room. 

“So, of course, with birth control there’s always that 1% chance and I know you three just went on vacation recently.”, she laughs. “That being said… before you guys left I remember we had a mix up with her prescription. I remember also telling the nurse to tell you to wait a bit before any activity.”

“A week. Yeah, we waited. It was awful.”, Eddie sighs as his friend pushes his arm. “What?! It’s true.”

“A week? No, two weeks. Cheese and rice.”, she growls as she glides the wand over your lower belly. “Before you leave today, Y/N, tell me who you spoke to.” The three of you waited as your eyes remain on the screen above your head. “Aaaaand there they are… seems to be baking in there quite nicely. See? Nothing to worry about, mama.”

“That’s them?”, Steve asks as he points towards the little blob. 

“Oh yeah. You see the head and we got some little arms here. Oh! You have a little wigglier here. Not much but…”, she grins. “Want to hear something cool?”

After pushing a few buttons on her machine, a fast rhythmic sound fills the room.

“Their heartbeat is normal to.”

Eddie smiles as he leans in closer to device.

“Metal.”

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Sitting on your bed, you tap your pen against your cheek as you concentrate on the notepad in front of you. 

“Hey!”, you yelp when it’s suddenly yanked from your grasp and both boys jump in beside you. 

“Stop thinking so hard. You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Things we need for baby.”, Steve reads, glancing at you. “Y/N, don’t worry, baby girl. We have plenty of time and we’ll figure this out, ok? Like Munson said, you’re supposed to be relaxing and taking it easy.”

“I know but it’s just how my brain sorts through things.”

“Oh? So where is the list that says, ‘Reasons I should hide from Daddy and Master instead of telling them what’s going on?”, Eddie remarked sassily as he dramatically flipped through your papers.

“You see… I didn’t get to make that list or any other so…”

“Mhmm.”, he grins as he kisses your forehead before tossing the notebook on the bedside table.

“Eddie? I really am sorry. I, um, you don’t have to worry about me disappearing…I mean leaving…I…”

Both men exhale as the metalhead pulls you to his side, pressing your face into his chest. 

“It’s ok—”

“No, baby, it’s not! It’s not. I don’t know why I do that. Why I…push you guys away and hurt you like I did.”

“Your parents kicked you out when you did something they didn’t like.” You two turn to look at Steve as his gaze remains forward towards the floor. “Like you said at the time, you weren’t running around with all of Hawkins. You just loved two people.” His beautiful eyes shift to meet yours as he softly smiles. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that either but… the point I’m trying to make is…you felt like a burden before we even met you. Were they always like that?”

“Masie said your parents were strict.”, Eddie added.

“Did you both know I never wanted to play basketball?” You smile as their eyes widen playfully. “I always wanted to be in the book clubs but my dad said a sport would look better on an application. Don’t get me wrong, I loved basketball. I have so many good memories with those girls but…I really loved to read and write. My mom at the time said since I was about to start high school, I needed to get my head out of the clouds.”

“Anytime, I would express an interest in something they would counter it with something else. It made me feel like…everything I liked or wanted…was wrong. If I pushed in anyway it seemed to upset them so…”

“You just kind of quietly coasted through school.”, Steve finishes. “The few times you did stand up, the results were intense to say the least.”

“And not just with your parents but your exes to.”

“Which explains why you run and hide. Not just to ‘protect’ us but you as well.”

“Steve…I’m so sorry to. I’ll do whatever I can to make up for hurting you both. I-I-I…”

The man’s lips cut you off as they connected with your own while two set of hands guide you back against the pillows. 

“One step at a time, honey. First thing’s first; you need to rest.”

As you feel Eddie’s palm run along your tummy, you turn to face him right as his lips place a tender kiss on yours. 

“So, we’re definitely going with a heavy metal theme for the baby’s room, right? Dio, Metallica, and all those posters everywhere with like an Evil Dead banner above the bed.”

“Oh my God, Munson, no. It should be nice, cute baby things right?”

“Define nice and cute, Harrington.”

“I don’t fucking know. Just like…the pinks and blues…and cute little animals…”

“Masie’s good with planning and decorating. Maybe we can ask her.”

“Sounds like a plan, babe. Wayne is good at building stuff. Maybe, he can build some of the things we need.”

Curling up in Eddie’s side with Steve’s arms around your waist, you fall asleep to the pleasant sound of them discussing things involving the new little bundle of joy. 

“Honey?” The metalhead glances over your sleeping frame quickly before nodding to confirm that you were asleep. “How are you feeling, man?”

“Nervous more than anything. Right now, I’m more concerned about her and her health. Look what happened when she was stressing about telling us. What’s going to happen when she tells her parents? Mr. C?”

“I think with us, it was seeing us pack and getting ready to leave.”

“Ok, yeah that was a reaction to her hiding things but, Steve, can we guarantee her parents won’t have that reaction to her just saying she’s pregnant? Last time she dropped big news on them I got smacked and you both were thrown out of your house. Jesus, and what’s going to happen when your dad finds out? Is he going to run around Hawkins again calling her a whore?”

“I can handle my dad. You know Mr. C is more than understanding and can take care of her when it comes to her classes. Her parents… I don’t know. Hopefully after everything that’s happened…this time will be different.”

“What about you? How are you feeling?”, Eddie asks.

Steve’s eyes meet his friend’s before focusing down on you. 

“I’m still scared of being a father but I know we can do this.”

“Yeah, same, dude. We can give them a good life and be happy. Uh, Steve. Do you think we’ll still be able to keep this dynamic? It’s not like she can call me Master in front of toddler and we can’t do some of the other things we do—”

“Ed, relax.”, Steve chuckles. “We’ll figure this out. I’m sure couples and parents do it all the time. We’ll, um, add it to our list of things to talk about. Come on, bud. Sleep now and then tomorrow the three of us will start making plans.”

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[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I'm not sure if you've already said this but I'm asking anyway. Since you're the local Flashfam expert and also a PJO lover (you have no idea how happy I am that we like the same things), what godly parents would the Flashfam have? Like, all of the fam. Counting characters like Linda and Iris

And it'd also be cool if you assigned a cabin for the Titans and/or the Young Justice too-

I mean it has to be Hermes. It literally has to be Hermes for the speedsters. Like, maybe we throw in a Roman twist and say Mercury every once in a while, but that's just gotta be the answer.

Jay literally wears Hermes' helmet. Max named himself after Mercury. Barry wears Hermes' winged shoes and has wings on his head. Same with Wally. Jay is also literally given Hermes'/Mercury's powers on Earth-2.

And it makes sense, it really does. God of travellers? Check. The winged aesthetic? Check. God of messengers? Check! God of tricksters, liars and thieves? Look, the speedsters are all of the above just in a VERY chaotic good way. They don't rob people but also when Wally found out that the museum had the bones of a fallen soldier from another country without said countries permission or consent? HE STOLE THEM BACK. Bart has absolutely no qualms taking things, Max has been a thief in the past, Jay and Barry work by pirate rules aka 'if I defeat you, I get your stuff', ect. They don't do armed robbery and they don't like stealing from random citizens, but bad guys are free game.

Iris I have to go on the nose and say Iris because Iris is the goddess of messengers and rainbows, and Iris is literally a reporter? So her whole thing is spreading information? While looking stunning.

Linda is an Athena kid 125%. Linda writes books, she was a kickass investigative reporter, she went to med school, she knows more about speedster biology and how it works than literally anyone else in her home dimension, she regularly fights aliens with no powers and just whatever weapons she finds laying around. Linda is intelligent, she's cunning and witty and she will cut a bitch.

Joan is a Hestia kid. Just... family, love, warmth. Need I say more?

As for the Titans... well, Donna is already taken care of. Garth... is technically also taken care of I think?? Atlanteans exist in Greek mythology so Garth is just the same I think. Roy... fuck it, Ares. I said what I said come at me bro. For Dick I would want to go with a minor god or goddess, I like the idea of him being a child of Psyche (Goddess of the human soul) because he is very human and he understands people on a level that might be considered supernatural. Lilith would be the oracle. Karen would be a child of Hephaestus and Mal would 100% just be a guy who can see through the mist and has a shield.

Gar is the last son of Pan because that's cool AF. Raven would be the daughter of Tartarus I think. Vic would be a son of Apollo. I know it's really easy to go for Hephaestus for Vic but honestly, the key part of Vic's story to me isn't that he's a cyborg, it's that he's human. He's a survivor, who, against all odds, received bat shit crazy medical treatment from his father and survived a fatal accident. I like the idea that Apollo saw a guy doing crazy stuff to advance medical science and was like 'Hey there 😉😉😉😉'. Also pre accident Vic was a football player which has a lot to do with aim, so idk, I just like it. Starfire would be a demigod child of the sun deity on her home planet.

For Young Justice, Cassie and Bart are already covered. Kon would be a legacy of Nemesis (Lex) and a legacy of a deity from Krypton. Cissie would be a daughter of Ares and a legacy of Apollo. Greta would be a child of Morpheus. Tim would be the son of Lachesis. Slobo is Slobo. Anita.... Tbh I want to say she's a legacy of Aphrodite? Love is a huge part of her backstory and I dislike giving the non powered characters godly parentage that explains away their abilities. They worked hard for those skills!

#pjo #yj #titans #flashfam #flash family #dc

[lesbicosmos]

rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight

spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)

ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media

joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?

on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice

ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe

joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here

tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure

then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond

ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room

hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?

THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much

ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner

this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:

hardy: this job, it does it to you

ellie: well, not to us

ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her

joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?

hardy: certain.

joe: good :)

joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.

now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits

hardy: you bloody liar

joe: ive said nothing

hardy: and yet-

joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.

ep5 - brian asks ellie out

ellie: sorry, im married

brian: and thats an issue is it?

ellie: happily married, brian

brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?

ellie: i am.

THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE

ep6 - jack's wake

ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away

ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives

ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone

joe: when you say everyone...

ellie: well, nearly everyone

this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.

ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station

ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?

just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.

#in conclusion ellie miller needs a hug and im more than willing to give her one #this is why i love rewatching things almost immediately after i watch them for the first time #you notice all the subtleties you didn't notice the first time and it lets you rly appreciate the cleverness of the writing and acting #broadchurch #broadchurch s1 #ellie miller #joe miller #alec hardy #olivia colman #david tennant #i love rambling about decade-old tv shows as though they've only just come out <333

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main 4 with a scene s/o ^_^

South Park Main 4 with a scene s/o

⎯⎯⎯ ☆

Kyle ☆

-You being scene is actually what grabbed Kyle’s attention to you in the first place

-he thought you were really cool and admired you for dressing so differently from everyone else and not caring

-with that being said, because you dress differently from everyone else he down to fight anyone that tries to make fun of you

-Kyle also loves helping you touch up your hair, picking out your outfits, helping with your makeup etc.

-I hc that Kyle wanted to be scene in middle school but his parents wouldn’t let him💔

-he lives vicariously through you🫶

-will tell you to cut back on the energy drinks and candies if you’re like that tho 💀

Stan ☆

-He thinks you’re really fucking cool

-Stan has always had an interest is various different music genres, and scene music is one of them

-so when you first met, he knew he wanted you

-jamming out to scene music with Stan? Definitely.

-he absolutely adores watching you get ready, like watching you do your hair and makeup

-he would also like you to do his makeup and do it while he lays down on his back while you straddle him and do it 🤭🤭

-honestly Stan will sometimes dresses goth again just to see the contrast in your guy’s aesthetics, it makes him feel all giddy

-also seeing the look on everyone’s faces when they see Goth Stan and his Scene partner ?? comedy gold

Kenny ☆

-ok ok, Kenny has a thing for people with unique aesthetics like; Scene kids, Goths, Emos you name it

-so needless to say Kenny LOVES the fact that you’re scene

-He thinks you’re so fucking hot in anything that you wear he can’t get enough

-Always showing you off and bragging about how cool his s/o is to all his friends

-like Stan, Kenny loves scene music as well so he loves listening to music with you

-Kenny is also ready to throw hands at anyone who makes fun of you

Cartman ☆

-“Weak dude, weak.”

-he acts like he doesn’t like it at first (he’s a LIAR)

-but he secretly loves it just as much as Kenny even

-But Cartman is very unique in his admiration for your style so please just bare with him

-he’ll complain about how long you take to get ready and ends up doing you hair and makeup for you along with your outfit

-he’ll try and play it off by saying “if you’re going to dress like that then I have to make sure you look decent🙄”

-It’s cute how his face gets red when teasing and hair spraying your hair, he also insists on being the one to re-dye your hair for you (he likes picking the colours)

-also do I even need to say it?

-this man is IN LOVE with scene music (you are the only person he will ever admit it to tho)

#🎬 — lilredvlvt! #south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mcormick x reader #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader

[ectomobile]

Nicknames

Summary: All the nicknames your soulmate is called by are written on you. The main character is covered and finally meets the person that’s been covering them in names since they could remember.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader, but no y/n. The main character is written in first person.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: No smut, a little homophobia, drug mention if you squint. Kissing!!

Across my skin is littered thousands of words. Some of them were put there by me, little scratches reminding me that there's a test in history tomorrow, to take a shower tonight. There are tattoos there, hidden under the crude words: marks of stars and little planets. They’re covered now.

For most of my life, my skin was blank. There were just a few names, all versions of the same, larger one: Eddie.

Then, as I got into middle school- when I'm sure his skin began to fill with "bitch," and "liar," and worse- my skin began to overflow. They started out in simple scribbles, teasing words from friendly mouths, but the fonts began to get harsh. The letters were pointed, not intricate, not rolling. The letters practically burned as the words "druggie, disappointing, freak, fag" appeared on my pale arms.

There's no way to cover them anymore. I could wear long sleeves, but it's not classy. My parents are disappointed, even though I have no say, no control. I haven't even met him.

"Charismatic, charming. Fag, freak, insane."

I showed them off. I hoped he did too.

It was summer. The air was hot and sticky, it clung to my clothes and my hair. I brushed the loose strands from my face and smiled into the mirror. Under my hair was a new mark. My body was almost full, but the words overlapped where they could. This one was decent, at least.

"Eds."

I took my keys from the counter and left. I didn't have a plan, but I didn't think I needed one. I just needed out.

So I drove. I drove from my small town into the next, smaller town. Hawkins wasn't interesting in the slightest, but I needed something to do. And we didn't have a radioshack. What town didn't have a Radioshack in 1986? Mine.

The car's engine groaned as I pulled into the parking lot of the store. The open sign beamed at me. No friendly words greeted me like they had a year or two ago, when Bob Newby still worked here. I'd heard rumors, but I just assumed he'd escaped small-town life. I would take what I could get with the high schooler at the counter.

I got what I needed and left, but I decided I would stop at the comic store next door. I wasn't interested in reading comics, but I didn't want to get back into the car and drive back home so soon.

I flipped through volumes of Xmen, thinking I might get a coffee afterward.

The door opened, the bell rang. I didn't look up.

Next to me appeared a kid with a bowl cut, towering over me as he watched me flip through the books. I kept going, thinking he might stop me when he found what he wanted.

He found something else instead.

"No way," he whispered. He took my wrist and flipped it up. I turned toward him, hoping this kid, probably too young for me, wasn't the freak that littered my skin. He didn't look like it, but I supposed any small town kid could be called horrible things. "No fucking way."

"What?" I asked. He still hadn't looked at me, just at the scribbled words along my arms.

"I know Eddie."

"This one?" I looked back down at my arm.

"What other one?" He looked at my face and his eyes went wide at the word above my eyes. "That's awesome." I shrugged as he shook his head. "We have a club, it's called Hellfire. Meet us at the high school at six, okay?"

"Kid, I don't even live here. I'm in the next town over." I jutted my thumb in its general direction. "I gotta be home."

"Doesn't this matter more?"

I didn't think it did, but I supposed he was right. I had been waiting my whole life to meet the Freak that left so many marks on me, and I finally had a halfway decent opportunity to do so now. I also didn't know how this could go wrong.

"Okay. I'll be there."

"Great. God, this is so funny. Your entire body is covered."

"What about you?" I asked him defensively. I had gotten used to being stared at a long time ago, but I only just started to learn how to bite back.

He didn't flip his arm around. He didn't show me the names coating his wrists, he just blushed instead.

That could mean a million things. Either the ink is faded, they met and they weren't right, they were too young, whatever else.

He turned back to the comics and continued going through the box I just had. I checked my watch; 4:15. I sighed and went to the other side of the store.

Whether the kid knew it or not, he found himself next to me again. "When did they start showing up?" He asked.

"When I was in middle school. They got really bad around there too." I told him.

"Huh." He was biting back laughter, and I could tell.

I ignored him. It wasn't in my best interest to talk to a child. I bought a stuffed animal that I didn't need, but I felt bad for spending too much time in a store without leaving with something. I watched the boy set down his stack of comics, catching a few sprawling words on his wrist. They were harsh, blurred, hazy. One stuck out- the name Will- before he flipped his wrist back over.

"Six tonight!" He yelled after me. I shut the door.

I smelled like popcorn and coffee. I looked like a mess, but I didn't think it mattered.

I've been planning a moment like this all my life. Every kid has since they could read, the fantasies getting more vivid as they got older. For me, I've imagined everything from accidental meetings to set-ups, roses falling from the skies, kisses in the rain. When the words started appearing more often, all that was shattered. I thought I would accidentally stumble upon the right homeless person, pay the wrong employee too much, call the wrong person whatever my mind came up with when it left my mouth.

The fantasies faded a while ago. It wasn't always on my mind like it was on some of my girl friends', their intricate stories and plans drained me. It was absent enough for me not to think about it now.

I stood against my car door, the chocolate drink making my hand cold and wet. I wiped it on my jeans. Was I nervous? I took another sip. I didn't think so.

A van pulled into the parking lot at a wild pace, then slammed to a stop across three parking spaces. A few kids on bikes rounded the corner of the brick school. Leading their party was the kid I met at the comic store.

He stopped in front of the doors to the school, then turned to the van. Out of the backseats came two boys that looked to be older than me. They rocked plaid and ripped jeans, holding boxes and dice between their fingers.

Then, out of the driver's seat, came a man with longer hair than anyone's I had seen. His fingers were covered in silver rings, his jacket was ripped and sewed with black string around a few names on both his wrists. His boots echoed on the blacktop as he joined his friends, the chains on his thighs jingling.

"Eddie, holy shit." The boy said. He was looking at me. I supposed I should walk up there now, and maybe actually talk to them.

"What?" He deadpanned, none of the kid's excitement catching on.

"I met someone," he said, already quivering. He nodded toward me.

And everyone turned toward me. At the same time.

I didn't take a step back. I wanted to, but I stayed put.

"Holy shit!" One of the younger boys shouted.

Eddie came toward me then, his eyes glued to my arms, covered in his name, among other things. "Look at you," he cooed. I almost blushed, but I didn't let it happen. I just took another sip of my drink.

He took my wrist, the one not holding the coffee, and read over the names.

He held his out to me.

It said my name. That was all I needed, but I read on. With each word came a story in my head of the cause, but there weren't many to think of.

"Is that…?" The kid asked. Eddie took my hand and turned back to the boys.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came.

"It was me! I found them! I did it!" The kid said. His eyes darted from his friends' faces to mine, to Eddie's. None of them were quite as excited as he was. They all seemed shocked.

"I'm ditching Hellfire tonight." Eddie said. The boys threw their protests, but he raised his free hand and they hushed. "We have catching up to do."

He started walking first, though I wanted to. I didn't know this town, but I could see the woods behind the school. They looked much more inviting than this dirty parking lot. He started leading me to them anyway.

"Use protection, Eddie!" One of them called after us. He turned and looked back at the boys, and they all put their heads down.

Once we were out of earshot, he strided in front of me and turned around. I stopped in time, not spilling my coffee over him like I thought I might.

"Hello," he said. He put his free hand over his heart, still holding mine with his other. "I'm Eddie." He said.

I laughed at him, at this entire situation. I introduced myself in the same way, adding a little curtsey at the end. He smiled.

"Mike is never going to let that go, you know." Before I could ask, he continued. "Meeting you before I could."

"He should have called you."

"Nah, everyone told me. You're the kid that's covered," he traced my wrist, "that comes a few times a month and only goes to Radioshack."

"And you knew that was me, how?"

"Freak," he traced a word. "Loser, insane." He dropped his voice. "Fag. I really am sorry for all that. I wish it were different."

I only just met him, but I could tell there wasn't much sincerity in his voice. He was sorry, but not about the words. Just the amount of them.

Then he reached up and brushed my hair away from the one on my face, the ones on my neck.

And he smiled at them.

"You don't hide them?" He asked me. He seemed genuinely curious, like he expected me to.

"No. It shouldn't matter."

"It does, though."

"What, the names?"

"No, not the lies. The person." He backed up a bit, then gestured at himself up and down. "Are you tellin' me I don't matter?" He beamed.

"I dunno, we've only known each other for a few minutes. I'll decide if you matter after the first date."

He hummed. "I'll go out with you. But you're lying, we've known each other all our lives. I know you're a liar," he pointed at the word on his skin, "I know you're a bitch," another word, "and I know your name, and I know you're a loser too. You know me fairly well." He ran his fingers along my forearm.

"I don't think I do." I admitted. And it was true. The man standing before me was not a freak, he didn't seem like a loser or a druggie. He seemed different, but in a way that made me feel safe.

He didn't say anything after that. I couldn't imagine he was a quiet person, but he was silent now.

"I was right, though. I thought you might show off these words too." I pointed at my skin. "That you would own them like me."

"I try, my love. I try."

The word "love" painted itself across his cheek.

I took a step back, accidentally pulling him with me. It really was true, I guessed it just hit me then. I stared at the word, written in a font that never dared touch my skin. Things written like that belonged under wedding bands, across hearts, on gravestones. Not on a freak's face.

He touched it. He must have felt my laser focus on that spot. He hummed again. "It's true, darling."

"Darling" appeared on his other wrist. He smiled and opened his mouth to say another one, but I stopped him.

"How about that date?"

"That sounds amazing."

I drove him to dinner at the least fancy, cheapest restaurant he directed me to. We needed loud music and good food, not shitty piano and candles. We talked about the words etched into our skin, but we began talking about much better things once the easy questions were out of the way. I told him about my parents, my friends at home. That none of them would be excited to know I met the Eddie, that I spent my evening with him, that I was breaking my almost non-existent curfew.

He told me about his parents too, about his life here in the smallest town known to mankind. He told me about the tragedies in this town, about the loss it's endured. I told him I knew, but only about the conspiracies. He told me of his strange friends and their strange tales, of his club and his hobbies.

I listened to him with more attention than I've given anything in a long time. I told him that too, I felt like he deserved to know. I didn't have much of anything going on to focus on, so that would leave me more time to call him whenever and hang out. He seemed stuck on the part that I was actually listening to him, and it wasn't in the setting of his club, and my gaze wasn't harsh and my words scalding. I thought it might have been nice for him to be listened to like this, where he wasn't judged. But I reminded myself that he didn't care about the words on my skin as much as I didn't.

We went back to my car. He told me how to get back to the school, and I followed.

I parked my car across another set of three parking spaces. He got out, and I followed. I didn't know why, but it felt like the right thing to do. I closed the door and pocketed the keys, standing against the car.

He came around to my side, then stopped in front of me.

"Thank you for tonight." He said. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, but didn't drop it.

"Anytime, literally. I'm always bored."

"Were you bored tonight?"

"Not at all." And for once, I wasn't lying. It wasn't like my mom's stupid dinner parties where I had to lie to get by. I finally felt like I could tell someone the truth.

"That's good. I would hate for my soulmate to be bored on our first date." He hummed. His eyes were glued on mine. "Do you want to go out again?"

"Yes." I didn't think. I just said it. "Yes."

"Great. This time, I'm coming to your strange town."

"You're not meeting my parents."

"Not yet," he added. "I can prove them wrong." I looked him up and down as he finished, then met his eyes again. "Okay, maybe not. But I'm funny." He added.

"I guess that's true. They're not funny people, though."

"Then I'm charming." He ran his thumb over that word.

"Maybe…"

"Then I'm hot."

"They're my parents."

"Then… I'm charismatic."

"You're helpless." The word printed itself on my back. I could feel the tingle of a new word, the whispers of it more familiar than most things.

"And you're beautiful."

Another word appeared on his wrist.

"We're not doing this again." I said.

"Fine, fine. But I'm not letting you go home without a kiss."

My heart skipped a beat. I physically felt it do so in my chest, the butterflies flowing down to my knees.

"You can't just say that," I giggled.

"Why not? I'm a flirt." That word was not on my skin. I shook my head. "I'm straightforward." Neither was that one. I shook my head again. "I'm truthful? I'm quick? I'm… thoughtful, I'm reflective-"

I shut him up. I kissed him once, something like what I might give to my mom on her cheek before she goes to bed. I tried to show him he wasn't any of those things, but that he could be.

It didn't have the maybe-I-care, maybe-I-don't effect on him. He took a second to stare at me in shock before he kissed me this time, softer than I had. He broke apart, but that didn't last.

Before I even realized that time passed, his hand found my hair and we were making out against my car. I never imagined us here, in the parking lot of a high school both of us were too old for after a cheap dinner in an unfamiliar town. I never imagined my soulmate to actually be the weirdo my skin told me he was.

I thought that he might be able to be my freak.

He broke us apart to breathe, finally. "You're-" he kissed me again, "so-" and again, "pretty."

The word appeared down his arm.

He smiled against my lips and I knew that his skin would soon be covered in pet names, in words he would whisper against my skin, compliments and slurred words alike.

I think I liked that idea.

Or alternatively, where the main character lives in Hawkins:

My skin is covered in names before I'm even in sixth grade. Some of them are words I had to find dictionaries to understand, just a bit too advanced for me. They were horrible words with even worse meanings, the fonts as harsh and unforgiving as the people who shouted them.

His name was Eddie. And I had heard of an Eddie before, in whispers around the school hall. It was a name that was never said too loud, especially when they saw me around.

It grew harder not to see me. The black lettering was everywhere on me, and had begun to overlap when I made it to high school.

I didn't cover the words up. I didn't use concealer like the girls did to etch out my soulmate into the person I thought he should be. I didn't fear the freak, I was intrigued.

It was the first day of my freshman year. I sat alone, most people did. Around the room, I tried to determine the age of the people by how tired they were, by how many people sat around them, and by how big their backpack was. It wasn't a great pastime, but it made me less of a loser than the kids in the corner reading their textbooks.

In the corner, I saw a group of boys. They wore plaid and denim, the colors clashing with each other. Their heads were together in some conversation, but someone came over and dumped their milk onto a plate of the tallest one, who immediately turned to face the freshman who caused the mess.

The boy muttered "fag." The word burned itself into my forearm. I didn't look down to see if it was true, but I watched the little freshman put his head down. He looked scared, almost. Then he ran away.

The freak looked around the room for another attacker, but his eyes landed on me instead. He said something to his friends, then they all turned toward me.

I wanted to look back down at my sad school lunch, to disappear into the dirty floor. But that didn't happen before the three boys sat in front of me.

Their eyes almost burned as they looked at my skin.

"Hello," Eddie said.

"Hi," I managed to say.

One of the boys took my wrist and flipped it. They all read his name printed there, along with all the other things on top of it.

"Easy," Eddie said, "they're my soulmate." He whispered. He caught the attention of a few people around us, but they all went back to their food. "You are, right?"

"Obviously," the boys said at the same time. I winced.

"Oh, no need for that. I'm used to it." He told me. I nodded. "I'm Eddie," he said. He held out a hand, covered in silver rings.

I shook it.

And from then on we were Hawkins High's infamous couple. The Freak and his Whiteboard. The first year was rough, there were more names on his skin than on mine. It began to even out in the second year. People were still jealous that we had met, and they hadn't met their "whore" soulmate or whatever their skin told them. I figured out in our third year that they were freaked out by how coated my skin was with names, but I loved them from the beginning.

The names used to tingle when they were put into my skin. I winced every time, and people called him more names to hurt me when they took notice. Every day after school, he would kiss each one to take the pain away, to put more feeling into the words than what they were said with. The horrible taunting became something for me to look forward to, and I think that freaked them out even more.

His friends liked me, and they caught on with our scheme. They teased Eddie, but for my sake. I thanked them, but bullied them back in hopes their soulmates' skin might look like mine. All at my own doing.

So the boy who made my skin almost dark with names followed me around with his sprinkling of teasing for the rest of high school, and well into the rest of our lives.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x gn!reader #no y/n #stranger things #stranger things 4 #soulmate au

[medusapelagia]

Eddie's Month Day 9 + Whumptober Day 9

written for @eddiemonth and @whumptober-archive 

Prompts: Eddie’s month day 9: Cowboy | Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi | Cavalier Whumptober day 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” - Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.

Rating: Mature Relationship: SteveHarrington/Eddie Munson WT: animal death, animal killing, shooting  WC: 2882

“Is that you?” 

Eddie turns toward the wanted dead or alive poster. The man on the poster looks a lot like him, he can’t deny it, but “No kid. That’s not me. That’s an outlaw called the Banished. I thought you could read, or your brother is sending you to school for nothing?”

“But he looks like you!” the kid insists.

“Well, don’t say that out loud, ok? We don’t want some stupid shithead thinking the same and coming to our home, right Dust?”

The kid lowers his eyes “No, Uncle Eddie.” 

“Good boy. Now go fetch the horses.” he tells him, and when the kid turns the corner he rips off the poster “Better safe than sorry.” he murmurs to himself then follows the kid and they ride back to their farm.

Steve is waiting for them and from his face Eddie can tell that there is some kind of problem.

“One of the cows is sick.” he says as soon as Eddie dismounts.

Shit. They just have two cows left after this winter epidemic.

“What do you want to do?”

“We can’t sell her. Maybe we could kill her and get some meat from the winter.” Steve proposes, his eyes are tired and worried. They have so many debts to pay.

“Are you sure the meat is safe?”

Steve pinches his nose “I’m not. But I could eat it and…”

“No fucking way Steve. You are not going to eat infected meat.” he interrupts him.

“We don’t know if it’s infected.” he tries to object but Eddie is adamant.

“We don’t know if it’s safe either and you are not going to eat something that potentially might kill you. Are we clear?”

Steve nods tiredly “So what do you propose? We can’t keep her…”

“I’ll dispose of her.”

There is a long moment of silence and then Steve sighs “It’s Bess.”

Bess is Steve's favorite animal on the farm. He nursed his little brother with her milk when their parents died. Eddie internally curses. It’s going to be hard on Steve but the cow was already old. If they can manage to keep the other they could keep producing some cheese and sell it at the emporium.

“I’ll make sure she will not suffer.” he promises and Steve nods. They are in no condition to take care of sick animals and whatever disease she has Eddie must take her away from the farm as soon as he can.

Steve goes back inside with Dustin, while Eddie goes into the barn.

Bess is at the back of the barn, looking at him with her huge brown eyes as if she was waiting for him.

“I’m so sorry, Bess.” he tells her “But I’m sure there are wonderful grazing lands on the other side waiting for you.

The cow follows him meekly.

She trusts him. He is his master.

He drags her to a secluded area and he digs up his gun.

He counts the bullet. He shouldn’t waste them. He could cut her throat and let her bleed to death.

But it is Bess we are talking about, and she deserves better.

“I’m sorry girl.” he tells her and then shoots her in the head.

For a moment the cow keeps standing as if nothing happened, and then she falls to her side with a loud thud.

Eddie pats her neck for the last time and then leaves the corpse to the animals.

***

Summer is coming, and Eddie is ready to move the few animals they still have to new grazing lands.

“It’s too soon.” Dustin protests, he always tries to keep Eddie at home with them.

“It’s too late, Dust. I should have left at least two weeks ago. I stayed as long as I could but the sheeps have nothing to pasture on, so I need to move them quickly. I’ll be back in a couple of months, you know that.”

“You promise?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow “You know I will always come back to you, don’t you kid?”

The kid sighs “I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about Steve. You know how he gets when you are not here.”

He knows. For the two months Eddie would be away he would not sleep an entire night, no matter what. But there is nothing he can do. Steve saved his life, the least he can do is keep his animals alive so that they could survive another winter.

“Take care of him for me, will you kid?”

Dustin nods “Come back soon.”

“As soon as I can.”

He gets to the barn, ready to jump on his horse and leave.

“Are you leaving?” Steve asks him, his cheeks red and his forehead sweaty while he is cleaning the barn.

“I am.” Eddie gets closer to him “A kiss for the road?” he asks, tugging him from his belt.

“Just one?”

“Two would be better.”

They kiss and Eddie’s hat falls to the ground revealing a deep scar on the side of his head. The one that Steve attended to and cleaned for weeks until he was sure that Eddie was going to survive.

“I’ll miss you.” Steve whispers on his lips.

“Me too. But I promise I’ll make up to you as soon as I come back.”

Eddie hugs him tighter, he knows what scares Steve the most. Being left alone “You know what? I’ll leave you Black Thunder. Ok, love?”

Steve gazes at him “You are leaving me your precious horse?”

“I am. So you’ll know I’ll come back.” he replies with a smirk.

Steve blushes, then he nods and leaves the barn, Eddie picks up his hat and then turns toward his horse who is glaring at him offended.

“I love you too. You know that.” he says to the horse, then he pats his neck “Take care of my boy.”

***

Steve is not counting the days and the nights.

He is too busy for that.

He has to take care of the farm, sell the cheese, and take care of Dustin.

And he is not missing Eddie.

And his bed doesn’t feel cold even if it's summer.

No.

He is fine.

Everything is fine.

And he is not worried about the group of bounty hunters that he has seen in town, but maybe he has told Dustin not to go into town without him.

Maybe.

“Nice horse.” one of them says to him when he comes back from the Emporium.

“Thanks.” Steve replies, getting on the horse.

“You don’t see a stallion like that every day.”

“I’m lucky to have him.”

“I was wondering how could a farm boy like you afford a beautiful animal like that.” the man continues, his hand too close to his gun in Steve’s opinion.

“Maybe you don’t know it but farms have horses, and sometimes they are blessed with a great horse like him.”

“What’s his name?”

Steve doesn’t like the question. There is something this man is not saying.

“Why do you care?”

“Curiosity.”

“Shadow.” he replies, but he has hesitated a moment too long and he can see that the other man is not convinced.

“Well. You are very lucky.”

Steve doesn’t reply, he watches the man leave with his companions and then gallops back to the farm.

“What happened?” Dustin asks as soon as he sees him.

“We are not going back to town.”

“But.”

“No buts, Dustin. We are not going.”

Dustin is clever enough to not ask any more questions when his brother closes himself in his room.

***

Three days.

Eddie left the farm three days ago and he is already missing Steve and Dustin so deeply.

At least he has Honey, Steve's lovely mare, that keeps him company.

He was used to sleeping on the ground looking at the stars. 

It’s not a bad life, it's just… that he misses the comfort of Steve’s arms.

He misses him and the kid so deeply that it seems to him to hear Dustin's voice.

“Eddie!!!! Eddie!!!”

He gets up from the rock where he is resting.

He is not hallucinating. Dustin is calling for him.

He sees the boy wandering in the woods and runs toward him “Dustin! What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

“They took him! They took Steve!” he yells.

Eddie freezes “Who? Who took him?”

“The bounty hunters!”

“Why should they…”

“He had your horse! They think he is you! They think he is The Banished!”

Eddie stiffens “What… what are you saying… I know nothing about that…”

“Come on Eddie! I knew it was you even before the poster! But they took Steve! They are keeping him alive to get more money but you know him! He will get in trouble and they will kill him!”

Eddie looks around himself. He can’t leave the animals and he can’t bring Dustin back with him so…

“There is an abandoned farm a few miles away. Can you get there? And bring the animal if you can. We will join you as soon as we can.”

“But... Steve!”

Eddie puts his hands on Dustin's shoulders “I’ll bring him back. Do you trust me, Dustin?”

“I do.”

Good boy.

“How many? And where are they heading to?”

“Three and they are going to Hawkins.”

The closest town. Shit. He has no time to lose.

He gets on Steve’s horse and starts galloping toward Hawkins.

He is alone, and even if he is still good with his gun he doesn’t want to risk any collateral damage and he doesn’t have the time to make a trap. He will just have to improvise.

***

The three men are drinking around the fire, talking about how they are going to spend the money they will receive for The Banished.

“I’m not him! I told you!” Steve protests for the umpteenth time.

“You know what? It doesn’t really matter! Either you are him or you killed him and took his horse. In any case, you are not a good guy and the sheriff is going to pay good money for you.” one of them replies and when Steve tries to object again he points his gun at Steve’s head.

“The poster said Wanted Dead or Alive. The choice is yours. What’s gonna be?”

Steve stays in silence, glaring at the man who slowly puts his gun away.

He is not worried about himself. He is worried about Dustin. And Eddie.

Eddie.

He will take care of Dustin. Steve is sure he will.

Steve lies on the ground, looking at the stars, wondering if this is going to be the last time he sees them.

He tries to shift but his arms are tied to a rock and he can’t really move.

He is almost dozing off when a hand closes his mouth and a familiar voice in his ear whispers “It’s me.”

Eddie.

Steve turns and sees the face he loves.

“How?”

Eddie puts a finger in front of his mouth to shush him and then cuts Steve free. They slowly move toward the horses, but one of the bounty hunters wakes up and starts to scream while the others take their guns.

Now the only thing that is keeping Steve and Eddie safe is the big rock behind which they are hiding.

“Now what?”

“I’ll distract them and you go toward the woods. Honey is waiting for you.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“Yes you are. I’ll find you. I swear.”

“What?”

Eddie kisses him “I’ll find you, in this life on in the next.” he tells him, and then turns toward the bounty hunters “You put on some weight, didn’t you Henry?”

The blond bounty hunter gets up and glares at him“Eddie. How nice of you to come all this way just to get killed and let us collect the bounty!”

Steve stares at the man at his side.

What?!

“Why don’t we do it the old way? Me and you and one bullet?”

“We tried that once, but you refused to die.” the blond man responds while shooting at the rock.

Eddie lifts his head to see where they are and his hat falls off.

“Fuck you! I loved that hat!” Eddie complains, then looks at the other rock a few feet away. He still has some bullets.

He shoots some bullets while he runs toward the other rock, keeping the men's attention on him.

He kills one, but it’s still two against one and he has only one bullet left.

Fuck. Why did he shoot that stupid cow?

He counts the bullets.

The two men have one bullet each. And when they stop to recharge he kills one of them.

He doesn’t have any more bullets, but Creel doesn’t know it.

“It doesn’t have to end like this, Henry. Why don’t you stop and we go back to our lives?” he tries to convince him.

“Because I want to see you dead!” the man replies, getting closer. He must have understood that Eddie has no more bullets.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Eddie kisses the little cross his uncle gave him years ago, ready to die.

At least Steve will be ok, or he hopes so.

He turns toward the other rock to see his lover for the last time but the boy is not there.

“Steve?” he murmurs, and then he feels the cold metal behind his head.

“Nice scar. Is this the one I gave you?”

“Fuck you, Creel.”

He hears the trigger and closes his eyes.

The click reverberates in the valley, but Eddie doesn’t feel any pain.

He hears Creel falling to the ground and when he turns Steve is holding a gun in his shaking hands.

“Steve?” he calls the boy who is still pointing the gun at the dead man.

“Steve, he is dead. Give me the gun. Come on. Give it to me.” he asks him, gently taking the gun from his hands.

He looks around them, Steve has taken the gun from the first man Eddie killed.

Fuck.

“Hey. Are you ok?” he asks him while he cleans Steve's face from the blood.

“You… You are a liar!” Steve screams “You lied to me! You told me that the bandits hurt you! But it wasn’t like that! It was the bounty hunters! Because you are a bandit!”

Steve falls to the ground “Oh my god, I let a bandit in my house. I put Dustin in peril! I… I…”

Eddie hugs him while Steve tries to escape from his hold “Sorry sweetheart.” he whispers, and then he pistol-whipped him.

They are too close to the town and the dawn is coming, Eddie has no time to calm down the boy, they must leave.

He takes the horses and gallops back to the farm.

***

When Steve wakes up he has a terrible headache, but at least he is in his bed.

“Hey Dust, I had the strangest dream ever…”

“Not sure it was a dream, Stevie.”

Steve jolts and almost falls from the bed “Yeah, I know, being pistol-whipped is no fun.” Eddie tells him, offering him some water.

Steve glares at him “Being what… oh my god did you…?”

“I did. And I’m sorry. But I was kind of in a hurry, you know?” Eddie replies with a meek smile.

“You fucking liar! Was it all a lie?” Steve yells at him.

“I never lied to you. I just… omitted.”

“You told me it was a bandit who hurt you!” Steve insists.

“And it was! Henry and the others were in my group of outlaws, ok? We had some… disagreements. And usually between outlaws, the disagreements end with someone dead, ok? They thought they killed me. If you hadn’t found me and nursed me back to health I would have died in the middle of those fucking woods.” Eddie tries to explain.

“But you… I…”

Eddie cups Steve's face “I love you, Steve. And not only because you saved my life. When Dustin told me they got you… I was crazy with worry.”

Steve startles “Dustin! Where is he?”

“He is safe. There is an abandoned farm a few miles from here. I usually stop there for a couple of days before searching for better places for the sheep.”

“And now what are we going to do now?” Steve asks looking around at the few things he still owns.

“I must leave, but you can stay here. It’s your family’s farm.”

Steve shakes his head “My family is Dustin. And you. Not this stupid farm.”

“We will have to travel a lot before finding the right place to hide.” Eddie warns him “Are you ready for that? I could guide you to the next town and leave you there.”

Steve glares at him “Were you lying when you said you loved me?”

Eddie grunts “I would never do such a thing.”

“So take me with you. We will find another town, another farm, I don’t care. All I want to do is be with you.” he pleads.

“Even if I’m an outlaw?” Eddie asks, scared of the answer to his question.

“Even if you were an outlaw.” Steve confirms

Eddie takes Steve into his arms and they kiss. When they separate Eddie whispers on Steve's lips “Rest now. Tonight we will leave.”

#whumptober2023 #no. 9 #Mistaken Identity #“You're a liar. #stranger things #fic #animal death #shooting #stranger things fanfic #my fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #eddiemonth #eddiemonth day 9 #medusapelagia #medusapelagia fanfic

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

I can barely use tumblr without it crashing and this ain't what I usually put on my blog but I dont care bc I'm excited and want to throw ideas into the void!!! So under the cut will be SPOILERS for Helluva Boss all episodes released to this day (9/9/23 having season 2 episode 6 posted and the date of me typing this post). Cool? Cool.

Edit: (its now 12/10/23 and I see I never posted this lmao its just in my drafts. Which I have like fifty of 😅)

Okay okay so like: I'm a nerd who's an obsessive little bitch at times and when Fizz was explaining his side of events I was like... I'm not calling you a liar, 'cause Blitzø was definitely jealous, at least a bit, but I dont think jealousy over fame caused the biggest strain. So I went back through the episode slowly and took some screen shots of the flashback parts to show a bit what I mean.

[Image description: Cash Buckzo smiling as young adult Fizz reads card with words on the front saying "Wish you were My So" with Fizz's hand blocking the last letter. In the background of the image young adult Blitzø is watching behind curtains unhappily]

Pretty sure we can all tell that card really saying "wish you were my son" seeing how we know Cash is a shit father from season 2 episode 1. The deep blue (personally reminds me of space) and star decorations of the card are also an interesting choice, as well as the handwriting. It all points to Cash either having other people doing work for him, or being capable of doing these things himself, but not caring enough to similarly educate his kid in turn. So its no fucking wonder why Blitzø was upset! Theres a difference in wanting the spot light and wanting your parent to act like they love you instead of your bestest friend! (As someone who was the bestest friend at one point shit ain't comfortable!)

So Blitzø sees this shit and feels understandably hurt. I would too. He has a letter for Fizz, but logical or not, the hurt caused by Cash would sour emotions around Fizz for Blitzø for a little bit likely. So he removed himself from the situation before really ever entering, and with the shove he gave the cake holder and the talk of booze stealing from Cash later in the episode, I have to imagine that was his way of trying to not ruin Fizz's party. Blitzø throughout the series has been a bit quick to violence, volatile emotions would just worsen things. In some sense, if the fire hadn't gotten out of hand so quickly- or they waited until the cake was settled to light the candles, I'd argue Blitzø was making a more emotional mature decision than I normally think of him.

But then theres the card and flower itself. Its sealed with a heart sticker and says "Fizz's eyes only". The flower looks familiar. Five red petals all coming together to a yellow eye like center. Reminds me of the flowers in Stolas' hospital room in season 2 episode 4 Western Energy. People theorized that those petals dropping had something to do with the whole he loves me he loves me not game. The nature of these twos relationship is interesting.

I included these four screen shots because I think they emphasize the hurt Blitzø felt, his confusion, but mainly to point out Cash. When all the charecters are silhouettes we see one that is clearly Blitzø standing under Fizz's birthday banner. But behind him, one of the last sprinting out of the tent is a partly hidden silhouette. But the horn, head, hand/claws, and mustache make it clear that this is Cash once again. But when we see from a more street view Blitzø is alone when the explosion of fireworks happened. Doesn't this imply that Cash just not only left the kid who he wished was his son but also his blood son behind despite all he needed to do was grab them and push them to run?

#helluva screenshots #helluva spoilers #tw helluva boss #ren theorizing #is it theorizing or meta commentary or me just rambling? #fandom thing #i want to post more like this without making a whole new blog but dont wanna be annoying #is there a good way to tag these kinds of posts? #outdated by a couple months

[elvesandlanterns]

DC verse Theater 4

“So what there’s just a universe out there where Tim and Jason are best friends or something?”

It was confusing and Konner wasn’t sure how Tim could ever forgive Jason what he’d done in Titans Tower but ….

“Pppfftt. Best friends? This is the multiverse we are talking about! Here I’ll show you some funny ones to lighten the mood!”

Dick felt relieved, two videos in and he wanted to shake his family members. It was nice that Jason and Tim were friends tho, he wanted his brothers to be brothers to each other! He did! But it also left his mouth with a bitter feeling. What is wrong with him?

The scene started with Jason, this one was wearing a suit! No white in his hair to be seen.

Bruce felt something in his chest loosen at the sight.

Jason wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[“- cost Lexcorp hundreds of thousands of dollars in-“] some lawyer aspoused before being cut off.

[“You know what I don’t care if Tim murdered his entire family. Tim is like a son to me.”]

Cass dropped her popcorn, wow just wow.

Konner wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, he was crying.

…

[“Did you really mean that Jason?”]

Tim’s mind was screaming, of course he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t he hates you. Your real dad didn’t want you, Bruce didn’t want you, why would you Robin want you?

[“Of course Tim. Your parents were assholes anyway.” ]

The pit in Jason burned, “So what if I hadn’t died I would have adopted the brat? If I hadn’t died I would be working at Wayne tech and everything would have been all better?” What fucking bullshit.

And what did his counter part mean about Tim’s parents being assholes? Tim was some rich kid who had parent that gave him everything and he still became Robin.

Roy gave him a nudge, “Whatever.”

The next clip played.

Xxxx

[“Tim your parents were extremely neglectful.”]

Jason froze.

[ “No they weren’t.”]

Konner pursed his lips, even after all these years Tim was still in denial.

[“Tim they left you alone for 11 months out of the year.”]

“Well at least they didn’t do that in our dimension!” Dick tried to break the ice, they couldn’t have done that. Not to Timmy, Bruce would have known. He would have known and he wouldn’t have let Tim go back to them.

“Tim?”

“What it’s not a big deal?”

Bruce felt like he had been slapped. No no no no. Jack and Janet weren’t the best people he knew that but they wouldn’t have…Tim had told him it was okay that they called and visited and that he had a nanny and and Tim was a liar. Bruce knew he knew and there was no more telling himself Tim hadn’t lied to him. There was no more space left to say he had actually believed him ethier. Bruce knew.

Xxx Next clip

[“No body is shooting my brother! Imma say this one time you make a move at him and you’ll be dead before you hit the ground you understand!”]

“Tt what mess did Drake get himself into know?” Damian was a tad affronted about this. So it would seem that in these worlds Drake and Todd were close. Tt, well it made sense. Todd hated anyone who hurt kids and it would seem Drake didn’t have the sparkling childhood he had thought he did.

[ I’m feeling untouchable, untouchable]

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle, “Look at how smug he is that you have his back.” Jason rolled his eyes, he did that here too. Sure he didn’t say anything about it but … it’s not like he still had a hit out on him anymore.

#batman #justice league #dc-verse theater #tim drake

[fancylances]

Oc Kiss Week / Day Two / Food

pairing: Nikolai Dragos/Yevgeniy “Geno Kazimir - Ravnica D&D OCs

.

Nikolai stands in his kitchen and realizes that he never fucking cooks.

It’s just like everything in his little barely-furnished whitestone in Precinct Two; hardly touched, until a certain curly-haired thief started staying the night (oh, who is he kidding; Geno never stays the whole night). And it has slowly become something lived-in instead of a place to hang his coat. Color appearing in small places, little touches of the man he loves slowly working themselves into his space. He’d thought he’d hate it. But he doesn’t. It makes his heart ache (seeing something of his, after waking up alone, and wishing he could have all of him).

So tonight, Nikolai Dragos intends to make dinner.

Earlier, he had swung by his parents’ shop in Downside. Tried for nearly an hour to dance around his true intentions, but his mother knows him too well. And he’d finally admitted a desperate need for a recipe. Aniya Dragos had pulled out an old book in her mother’s handwriting, proudly showing her youngest son for the first time.

“Who is it?” she had asked, looking lovingly at the side of his face as they pored over the book.

Nikolai had only slightly panicked, tossing back a: “Who’s who?”

“Niko,” she’d said softly, knowingly. “You’re a terrible liar. You have been since you were two.”

His pale face had gone hot red. He couldn’t answer, not with the truth. He knows what his parents think about Geno (or, at least, what they’d thought about him when they were both teenagers). So he’d mumbled something about a new boyfriend, picked a recipe and copied it in his neat, legible hand, and left in a hurry.

And, a long shopping list later—because of course he barely fucking stocks his kitchen—Nikolai stands in his kitchen and realizes that, not only does he never cook, but he’s not even sure he knows how to, anymore. Of course there had been lessons in vegetable-chopping and taste-testing, for both him and his older brother, but that had been ages ago. Now he’s the Minister of Arbitration, and he buys his meals to bring home and eat in an empty townhouse.

But he unfolds the recipe and reads it again and again. Carefully prepares all of the ingredients, warms the oven, doesn’t cut himself even once. Little dishes he’s completely forgotten about owning filled with spices, ready to be added when—and only when—called for. He was a man of the law, and right now, his grandmother’s recipe was law. He barely even notices the flour coating the front of his newly-purchased apron, and doesn’t complain when the dough sticks to his fingers as he works.

He remembers the way his mother used to spoon in the filling and gently pinch the dumpling closed, waiting by the boiling pot as they float to the surface. Now he’s the one sweating in the steamy kitchen, running to a window to throw it open and let in the cool twilight air. He smooths his hair back from his damp brow, catching his breath before he dives back in.

By the time Geno climbs in that open window, Nikolai is spooning the caramelized onions over the dumplings and dolloping cream on the side of the plate. 

Nikolai revels in the mouth-open look on Geno’s big, handsome face.

Geno looks at the plates, at the generous helping of dumplings; at the kitchen still cluttered from Nikolai’s work; at Nikolai’s grinning  face, still red from the work (with pride).

“Well,” Nikolai gestures (still covered in flour). “What d’you think?”

He doesn’t expect Geno’s eyes to well up, or his voice to half-catch in his throat with a word unsaid.

Nikolai panics. His utensils clatter as he drops everything to move around the table and steady Geno with hands on his arms, his face. 

“It’s okay—” Geno tries to tell him (traps Nikolai’s hands against his face), and he utters a little, pitiful laugh. “It’s just—”

He presses a long, hard kiss on Nikolai’s forehead, lingering there and just holding him.

“No one’s made me dinner since I was eighteen and sitting in your mom’s kitchen,” Geno murmurs into Nikolai’s hair. “And—” A harsh laugh. “—you know my mom never laid a finger on a hot meal when she could get Golgari slop for free.”

“Oh, Genya,” Nikolai breathes. He should care that his well-planned dinner is getting cold on the table, but he doesn’t. All he cares about, in that moment, is the way Geno’s mouth feels on his brow, his temple. “If you need me to arrest anyone—”

Geno loses it in a loud snort of a laugh, buckling easily into Nikolai’s embrace.

“Nah,” Geno replies, mussing Nikolai’s blond hair fondly. “Let’s fucking eat, it looks amazing.”

Nikolai wakes up alone again and sighs, throws a dramatic arm over his eyes. One of these days.

#ockiss23 #oc kiss week #ravnica #my sweet bastard nikolai

[xamaxenta]

Nother left field memory that sucker punched me out of no where under cut bc idk i want to get it out somewhere but ill hide it bc im still ashamed of it even tho i have nothing to be ashamed of

I dont know how to describe it but i was a very nervous child with alot of academic stress with the bonus of nuclear parents breathing down my neck to ensure i was the normal kid that made them look good, i am pretty sure the year i got bad grades, like my report card came back , i was terrified of what my parents were going to say to me i experienced some sort stress anxiety hallucination where I was convinced i had watched a man jump from a building to his death

sincerely convinced it was real, the sound, the screaming

So convinced i ended up calling my mom to pick me up from the next block over sobbing and everything, like she genuinely thought something had happened to me, kind of fucked up that this was the nicest she probably ever was to me

But not for long, turns out after a few days, my dad had gone to the local police dpt and inquired if anything like this had happened

WHY he did this i wont understand, like?? What was he gonna do if it was real? Go tell the family off for scaring his kid??? Baffles me lol

But he was angry with me like youre a liar? Why did you lie about something like this ? You can go to jail for being a liar like super intimidating voice raised interrogation kind of shit

Was twelve btw. Idk how to express myself or begin explain that it felt real but deep down i knew after i calmed down it wasnt because someone mustve seen it not just me etc, logically deep down i knew it hadnt been real but at the time of whatever that was it did feel and look and sound real

I didnt want to be punished for lying so i stubbornly stuck to “what i saw”

My parents didnt pause to consider that i may have needed to see a psych or smthing lol they just kept bringing this “episode” up at random times for the rest of the year and getting frustrated and angrywhen i kept telling them the same answer i know what i saw im not a liar

I know the events werent true thankfully but something about my parents totally ignoring the fact that i had been experiencing something really intense (regarding. My fear of failure and their aggressive reaction to that failure) made me want to continue “lying” to them because i wasnt able to safely tell them maybe i needed help because they wouldnt have believed me

They still got angry at me for my bad grades though

#xam scream #but not the bonkers lind #kind* #like word vomit my feelings oversharing tmi kind

[funtomb]

vanny notes.

first gen american ( greek ), first gen weeb ( early 2000s ).

early / mid-20s during hw / sb.

american mc/gee's alice coded.

religious, greek orthodox, has been talking about the rabbit with her priest.

personality: low self-esteem hidden behind braggadocio and needless aggression. compulsive liar. will turn anything into a fight and will start from the outside in. like you could be like 'vanny your hair looks meh' and she's immediately hit back with 'YOU'VE NEVER HAD A GOOD HAIR DAY IN YOUR LIFE AND YOUR PARENTS HATE YOU' and then scuttle into the girl's bathroom to scream. did warrior cats roleplay on early message boards and got into insane drama. so afraid of being bullied for her weeb tendencies that she just became a bully herself. improvise adapt post about a classmate on yikyak.

not a true crime girlie, not into murder. lisa frank enjoyer. watches pastel doll customisation videos. she is a gamer, though! she likes jrpgs and took the job as a video game tester to make some extra money, and because she thought it might get her foot in the door in the industry, hopefully as a graphic designer ( her qualifications are really, really bad anime art from 'how to draw anime', but she's thriving ). her 100% completionist tendencies got her into this mess. she thought the rabbit was an. easter egg.

was a wolf girl in middle school. roxy would have been her favorite and it's a crime that she was forced to get into that rabbit suit. woke up one day and the program was like hiiiii <3 i went into your paypal and then opened your joann fabrics app and ordered you eeeeverything you need for your new suit! i hope you like youtube tutorials because if it comes out bad i will feed one of your loved ones to a shark. sent it to your workplace btw so now the entire office will know you're a furry.

he thinks this is a bonnie and clyde situation while vanny is slamming her head into the wall. she doesn't want to get a job she's not qualified for as a security guard she wants to go to comiccon. william is so up his own ass he can't 'give her the spotlight', but a sidekick would make him look so cool and official wouldn't it? lazytown logic.

meanwhile she is fucking terrified of gt and leaning into the sidekick schtick in order to hopefully get a good grade in murder and survive without getting killed herself. she stares at herself in the mirror and tells her reflection that it's okay. she's doing what she needs to do to get out of this. she's putting herself first because she's a survivor and a winner. she is justified. those kids needed to die so that she could win. this was one of god's tests to see how bad she wanted to grow old. she is justified.

lying out the ass to her family. she's telling them she got into college. harvard, in fact. for marine biology! she's going to be a fish vet! at an aquarium! it will be so cool! see how she's thriving? and she's always been a compulsive liar, it's just part of who she is, but it kicks into high gear when she actually has something to hide.

does literally swap places with william from time to time, hence princess quest; when he's in her, she's in the arcade machine. however, william is not solely responsible for all the crimes she commits.

he is however responsible for coercing her into them with threat of torture / death. i.e. responding to her googling 'how to include self-compliance' and 'help' to trigger a red flag by forcing her to look up gory information -- 'how far can a human being be cut in half before losing consciousness'. he also orders things for her as threats -- 'ordering thumbscrews and having them delivered to the office' 'flowers for your grave' etc.

post-sb like i refuse to go back to therapy i'm too smart for it. i therapise myself constantly. i know the answers but i refuse to apply them. i know exactly what i have to do but i won't do it.

#W3. HEADCANONS #C6. YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN MIND! ( vanny )

[thebloodgod]

SUP JUST HERE TO SAY YOUR TAGS MADE ME VIBRATE WITH JOY. I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE ART also my oc Zoatham and Newton look like they could be long lost brothers and I am very tempted to Spider-Man pointing meme the two of them. I’d love to hear more about Newt by the way, he looks like prime meow meow material and I am extremely intrigued by whatever his deal is

HI YES I LOVED THE ART !!

Newt and Z definitely have similarities. Family problems, god problems, round glasses, being gay, etc..

I have been sitting on this for days trying to think of how to summarize my guy Newt with very little success because I care about him so MUCH and his lore is a bit off the shits… so I'm just gonna try my best! Also you sent me this right after the session where everyone thought he died so I didn't want to present you with that bummer (he's fine. well, relatively.)

Alright here goes.

Newt was a pseudo-rich kid half elf with a family of rich assholes except for his parents who were cool but it's too bad they died in a house fire (allegedly) when he was 12.

After they died he lived with his shitty family who turned his sibling against him and he didn't fit in with the rich kids at rich kid school (partially because he was too busy trying to necromance-ize his parents) so he was all alone and that's just sorta been a Thing for him from then on.

He went to bard community college to get a law degree (and to be a slut because it's still a bard school) but then realized he wouldn't make much money or choose which cases to take with a community college law degree. So he snuck into Wimble which is like Wizard Harvard and sat in on some classes, forged some school records for himself, and snuck them into their records office- upgrading himself to this world's equivalent of a Harvard law degree.

After that, he worked his way up to being a somewhat successful lawyer, albeit a bit… uh… well, he had his face on billboards. His success didn't last very long because he is too curious for his own good and looked a bit too into the corruption of the local high-security prison where they lock up people for life. His sibling got into some shit and ended up framing Newt to get out of it and he then got thrown into that same prison without a trial. And that's where he met the rest of the party! wooo

Lots of crazy lore stuff happened but the main Newt points I can remember right now are:

He's hella cursed from all that untrained necromancy he did

He refuses to kill people because.. what the fuck? that's fucked up???

He is scared of dying but is more scared of the people he cares about dying and the one guy he made the strongest friendship with actively wants to die… and now they have hooked up, oop

He seems to be a god magnet for some reason even though he was just a lawyer

He got actively hunted, gaslit, and then snatched by a god called the Faceless and is currently trapped in their domain. They snatched him by wrapping bright red string around him and… pulling it tight so he shattered into bits of glass. so yeah everyone thought he was dead for a minute there

He used to be a big big liar but he's getting better

Newt tries to not trust people. He actively has to try, because he instinctively wants to trust them. because he, at his core, believes that everyone has something inside of them that makes them worthwhile. He refuses to give up on people. Basically he's a character who tries to be selfish but keeps fucking it up because he's an inherently good person.

I definitely missed some stuff but I'm gonna cut it off here for now before I accidentally write a book.

#hopefully that wasn't too long #he... he is precious to me #feel free to dm me btw I'm always down to talk dnd ocs #there is so much more some of which I Cannot Say because the other players read my posts #d&d #newt

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

Spark’s generation voice ads are actually pretty funny sometimes, i’ll be honest

#the kid is just like heyo is santa real #and the tech is like no actually parents make this up to- #and it cuts to the kid looking at their parents like you fucking liars how fucking dare you you're fucking dead- #sljfhskdhjflksdhjflksdhjfklsdjf #'do vegetables actually make me taller?' 'does the internet actually turn off at x time every night?' 'does the ice cream truck music mean #it's out of ice cream?' #i think those are some of the ones i've heard #it's the kid's face that gets me every time