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dragonpyre · 1 year
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Secret Robin au
All he did was say Hood couldn't have more than one snack pack
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gingermaple · 3 months
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more rvb/hermitcraft au!
by proxy of being wash, etho now has terrible luck with vehicles
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sadlynotthevoid · 2 months
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Since I saw that post about og!Cale solving a murder crime in Alberu's noble meeting, I've been obsessed with detective!ogCale, who solves crimes on his free time because he's too fucking bored.
Hence: bungo stray dogs crossover AU where, while a transmigrated RokSoo and company go around doing the usual "let's mess with white star" stuff, og!Cale got basically adopted by a bunch of weird professional detectives.
I'm talking about an AU where bsd happens in the world of tboah/tcf. So, while a member of the agency was going through the county for reasons, they witness og!Cale stealthy dropping a hint about a mystery to a near knight. Then he leaves, pretending to be drunk all the way to his home.
What everyone else sees is the local drunkard ready to cause trouble at the minor inconvenience.
What the detective in question sees is a very bright teen, good at solving crimes, who has nothing to do but pretend to be drunk. Needless to say, they take Cale back with them.
(It could be anyone, but it's most likely to be Dazai if they just take Cale with them and don't tell anyone. Though, I think it would be funny if it was Kenji the one who did it. Double-way adoption ensues)
Og!Cale is puzzled at how he ended up at the Armed Detective Agency as a recruit, but he doesn't complain. He even likes his job and his coworkers, even if Dazai keeps trying to unalive himself.
Besides, he doesn't have to keep with his trash act here. Everyone here is smart enough to tell he's acting. They're detectives, damn it. It would be strange if they didn't notice.
So, freedom.
And the ADA people like him too. This quite quirky, smart, witty and creative teen fits just right with them.
At some point, Ranpo has to tell him that "no, you're not smart. You're really smart. Not as much as me, although" because og!Cale's hypercompetence is normalized for him and sometimes he doesn't realize that "everyone else hasn't reach to that conclusion yet" when talking with normal people.
Fukuzawa looks at this sassy child and is like "I guess I got yet another son". Because, why would the hella rich son of some noble be so happy to join a group of strangers and do all this hard job? You can say he obviously loves his family from the way he talks about them, but he also brights up at the minor genuine act of care. It's concerning. Not urgent, but still concerning. He's keeping him. He's eighteen, legally an adult, and came on his own will. So, It's not a kidnapping.
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chili-with-fries · 3 months
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Happy New Year!! 🎉
Sharing a piece I made for a Persona 3 Secret Santa event I got to participate in this past holiday! :> Took me quite a bit to finish bc of a family emergency but I was too excited to work on something with my favorite siblings AU to give up on the concept!
This year I hope to make more content and pick up the slack on social media.
Edit: Forgot to add the closeups lmao
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foodiewithdahoodie · 10 months
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Byler Fencing Rivals AU
“Were you cyberstalking Will again?!” She sounds childishly excited when halting at the stairwell banister, like she’s cracked an impossible case, always relentlessly seeking the truth. Or.... Mike and Will used to be friends. Best friends! But after one fight they couldn't come back from during the summer, they haven't spoken to each other since. The only time they cross paths is on the piste, with epee swords brandished, as fencing rivals for their opposing boarding schools - Hawkins High vs Lenora Hills Prep. This year is no different, except it kind of is. Something pulls them together and this time they can't escape it. Because there's no Mike without Will and there's no Will without Mike. Simple as that.
It's my Byler: ex friends to strangers to rivals to acquaintances to rekindled friendship to secret lovers to out n proud lovers fanfic cuz I had some itch to scratch
Title Your Teeth In My Neck is from this song
tagging again cuz tumblr wouldn't let me be great tagging in the comments ugh @likegoldintheair @willelfanpage @microwaveonwheels @cluelessbees @bylersaidyes @wallywrite @argayle @wheelerssecret @dinitride-art @chaoticbyler @strawberry-pretzels @cluelessbees
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astrowarr · 4 months
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thinking about gem and etho in my roomies zombie apocalypse au.. they're siblings, of course
it's the idea of etho having taken care of gem for years but she's grown up now, and definitely able to hold her own- has been able to for ages now- but he has to grapple with that fact. because it's not that etho doesn't think gem isn't entirely capable of leveling a room full of zombies- he knows she is. he doesn't look down on her at all, and he's not even that much older than her in the first place. it's just that he can't fathom living in this world without his gremlin little sister, because before there was cleo and grian, it was just... him and gem.
he will always put her first. and he's a survivor, so that's saying something.
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better-call-mau1 · 11 months
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Sabine: I can’t believe how much we have in common!
Satine: Our names, for starters —— just one letter different.
Sabine: Iconic style and fashion sense, of course.
Satine: And let’s not forget about our problems with estranged family members.
Sabine: We’ve both had precarious encounters with Maul, too!
Satine: Precarious indeed. Is there anything else you can think of?
Sabine: Hmmmmm...well...
Obi-Wan and Ezra: *standing together awkwardly in the background*
Sabine: ...nothing I’d admit publicly.
Satine: I suppose you don’t have your own Korkie, then? A ‘nephew’ of inexplicable origin?
Sabine: Sorry...a what??
Satine: Never mind. Give it a few years.
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morganski-19 · 4 months
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I Don't Know Which Way's Home
Chapter 2: Figuring Things Out
ao3 link, Part 1
cw: implied child abuse and grief
October 1986, One week prior
Julie wakes up to a loud bang followed by some crying. Followed by some yelling about being too loud from crying. She rolls over in the bed that isn’t hers and tries to fall back asleep, but when the blankets are yanked off of her, she’s forced to face reality. 
“Get up you lazy shit,” Janice Radburn, her foster parent, mutters at her. She isn’t much of a parent, probably why she never had her own kids. But it was a fast placement and an empty bed, so she’s stuck with her. 
Molly, one of the other foster kids, is sitting quietly on her bed, just looking at Julie when she sits up. 
“What?” Julie grumbles.
“We’re supposed to be up by eight, they didn’t tell you that, but we are.”
Julie gives her an annoyed look. “It’s a Saturday.”
Molly just shrugs. “Just how it is.”
She bites the inside of her cheek, trying to bite back the words she really wants to say. Instead, she gets up, the old bed creaking with her weight loss, and heads to the bathroom. Already preparing to fight for it when she does. 
Oliver runs into her, the other foster kid. He has a fresh bandaid across his knee, but that doesn’t stop him from running around like a lunatic. He apologizes softly before running down the hall again, another thump ricocheting from his bedroom. 
The past few days have been, eventful, to say the least. If she wanted to be more realistic, fucking terrible would be the words she’d choose. She looks in the mirror, seeing the massive dark circles surrounding her still red-rimmed eyes.
A shower would be nice, scrubbing off all the weirdness of this house in the hopes that she’ll feel ok again. Crying in a place where she can do it and not be afraid of getting yelled at for being too loud. But she’ll still probably be yelled at for hogging the bathroom. She does it anyway, though, making sure to lock the door behind her. 
When the stream of water hits her, everything breaks. Half-silent sobs rip from her throat as the tears stream down her face. She hates her life, she hates this home. She hates that tomorrow she’ll have to say goodbye to her mom forever, even though she’s already long gone. 
Once she towels herself off, she slips on one of her mom’s old sweatshirts. It’s been glued to her body since that night, unable to take it off. If she closes her eyes and tries just enough, she can imagine it as her mom’s arms, her perfume still woven through the fabric. Faded from a little overuse, but still there. It mixes with the hurt to form a sense of comfort, that her mom is still there. 
Someone bangs on the door. “Get out, you prick,” Mark Radburn yells from the other side, his grumpy personality seeping through the barrier. When she opens the door, she can’t even get the whole way out before he’s bounding past her, shoving her out with the door, muttering, “Bathroom hog.”
She shakes off the side that touched him and heads downstairs. The kitchen is a mess in what she assumes to be their normal. Beer bottles litter the countertops and stubbed-out cigarettes are thrown across the floor. The milk left out on the counter and a spilled bowl of cereal in a puddle on the floor. She’ll have to clean it up, she’s sure of it.
Grabbing an apple that’s surprisingly not mushy and a granola bar, she heads for the back door. When the coast is clear, she opens it as quietly as the squeaky hinges let her, and runs. 
. . . 
Present Day, October 1986
When Steve wakes up, he almost forgets the events of the previous night has happened. That it was all some weird dream breaking up his nightmare streak. But as he walks into the hallway and sees the guestroom door he normally leaves open shut, it all comes crashing back. Realization sinks through his body as he stares at the door. 
He has a sister, a half-sister. His dick head of a dad knocked one of the many secretaries that he slept with and hid it. From him and his mom. 
Betrayal fills his body as he walks down the stairs. How could he do this to him, to his mom? To Julie? Cheating was already unforgivable in his mind, but his mom put up with it for some reason. But to have a child with someone else. That might be the final straw to break. 
He picks up the phone in his living room, letting the sleep fill his voice enough to feign sickness so he can get out of work. Keith puts up a bit of a fight but Steve wins, he always does. Robin will just hate him slightly because she’ll be left alone in the store on a Saturday with Keith who is incredibly unhelpful. 
Heading to the kitchen, he starts a pot of coffee. He’s not quite sure what Julie likes to eat, but he’s never met a kid who doesn’t like pancakes. So he grabs the mix and makes the batter, preheating the pan and plopping the batter into it when it’s ready. He makes some plain and sprinkles chocolate chips in other ones. For options. And because Robin likes them. 
Steve pours himself a cup of coffee when it stops dripping, adding in some creamer. He turns around to grab a plate to put the pancakes on when Julie walks into the room. 
“I think those are burning,” she states, suspiciously eying the stove behind him. 
“Shit,” he says when he turns around, quickly using the spatula to get them off of the pan. He takes a breath, letting out his slight frustration before pouring more batter into the pan. “There’s coffee if you want any, mugs are in that cabinet. Or there’s tea or hot chocolate in the pantry. And there’s orange juice in the fridge.”
“That’s a lot of options.”
Steve shrugs. “I know a lot of picky people.”
Julie walks over to the cabinet he pointed at, uncertainty in her movements. Not like he blames her, she’s been in this house for twelve hours and talked to him less than that. It’d be unrealistic of him to think that one conversation would be enough to make this not awkward, but he’s trying. She pours some coffee from the pot, following Steve’s direction of where the sugar and creamer are. 
“I thought you were still asleep,” Julie admits, sitting on one of the chairs at the island. “Thought a heard snoring.”
He snorts. “That would be Robin.”
They sit in silence while he makes the rest of the pancakes, successfully not burning another one. He sets the plate on the center of the island, taking the seat farthest from Julie so he doesn’t crowd her. 
Thankfully the silence is cut by Robin entering the room, still half asleep and tripping over her own feet. 
“Morning,” she mutters, immediately making her way to the coffee pot. She steals a pancake on her way, eating it with her hands. 
“There’s something called a plate, you know?” he snides as she gives him the finger. 
“This one’s burnt,” she says with a slight gag. Steve hears Julie snicker and decides to let it go. 
“I called out of work.”
Robin groans. “You’re leaving me alone with Keith, Steven. Keith. He is going to stand there and watch a movie that is not appropriate for the children coming in today while eating a bag of neverending Cheetos, getting his dust all over himself and the movies, while trying to hit on me as much as he can.”
“I told you if he’s given you a problem I’ll talk to him.”
She rolls her eyes. “And get both of us fired, no thanks.”
“Or finally annoy him enough to quit.”
Robin snorts while grabbing another pancake. “Like he’ll give up his neverending movie powers.”
The front door rattles before it slams into the wall and then shuts again. “Steve,” Eddie yells into the hallway, finding his way to the kitchen. “Oh good, you’re not dead.”
“The hell did you tell him last night?”
“That you had a migraine so we canceled movie night. I said you didn’t have to come over, dumbass.”
Eddie walks up to Steve and grabs his head. “I had to make sure that this pretty little head was ok,” he says mockingly while squishing his cheeks. “Lord knows he’s hit it enough to be concerning. Ooh, pancakes.” 
He reaches over and grabs a pancake, eating it with his hands like Robin. “You both know where the plates are.”
“Why dirty a dish when I have two perfectly good hands?” It’s at this moment when Eddie finally sees Julie sitting at the island, looking way too interested in this whole interaction. “Lawson?”
“Hey, Eddie,” Julie says, slightly confused. “How’ve you been?”
Steve can see Eddie visibly trying to connect the dots. “Pretty good considering … everything. I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”
“You know Julie?” Robin asks, eating the last pancake. 
“Yeah lived down the street from me back when I lived in the trailer. How do you two know her?”
Steve glances over at Julie and sees her tense up at the question. He would feel wrong about telling someone about this without her permission, even if it is his secret now too. She looks at him and he tries to motion with his head over to Eddie as some form of a question. But when she gives him a confused glare that makes him feel like an idiot, he gives up.
He decides it’s probably better to tell him. Eddie is someone who knows how to keep a secret, and Steve trusts him. So he can know. But he definitely needs to have a conversation with Julie about how and who they want to tell about this in the future. 
If they decide to try and become some sort of friends, maybe family, that is. 
“Can I talk to you?” Steve asks standing up and ushering Eddie out of the room. 
“What the hell man? It doesn’t have to be a whole thing, I just wanted to know why she’s here.”
Steve shuts the door to the side room behind them. “Yeah, that’s what I’m about to tell you.”
Eddie looks at him confused. “Is this something serious? I thought you just adopted another high schooler.”
“Not upside down serious, but yeah kinda.” Steve takes a breath, trying not to feel weird about the way Eddie’s looking at him right now. He doesn’t have time to feel weird about two things at once. “Full disclosure, I didn’t know who Julie was until yesterday. She came to the house and told me that her mom knew my dad. She used to be his secretary, they had an affair, and then came Julie.”
Eddie’s eyes are blown as wide as they can possibly be. “Holy shit. What the fuck? I need a second. Jesus Christ. How are you not freaking out more about this right now?”
“Who says I’m not?” 
Eddie goes to sit on one of the chairs, Steve goes to take the one next to him. “You have a sister.”
“I have a sister.” Each time he says those words it becomes more of a fact than a surprise. “I have no idea what I’m doing, or how to do it. I’m trying to stay calm about everything but,” Steve takes another deep breath, still feeling like it isn’t quite enough. “My dad was a cheater, I’ve known that for a long time but this. This is a whole new angle of shit that I don’t know how to deal with.”
“How can you? Siblings don’t just come popping up out of nowhere, especially not as old as she is.” Eddie turns to look at him, tucking one of his legs underneath him. “Wayne heard about her mom from one of our old neighbors. Is that why she knows?”
Steve shakes his head. “Her mom told her sometime before the accident. She’s been in foster care ever since.”  
“You have that look on your face,” Eddie says with a soft gaze. 
“What look?”
“The look that you get when you want to help people. You want to help her.”
Steve leans back in the chair. “I do. She looked so scared when I offered to drive her back to her foster home last night. Said she didn’t like it there.”
“I was placed in foster care once before Wayne officially took me in,” Eddie admits, playing with a loose thread on his jeans. “It wasn’t the greatest. From what I’ve heard, most of the placements are pretty good, but there are some people out there who are just in it for the money and can be giant pieces of shit. I’m not saying that she’s in one of those homes, but I’m not saying she isn’t either. What I can say, is that she’s probably missing her mom a hell of a lot right now. They were really close from what I could tell, and losing someone like that hurts, a lot.”
Steve remembers Eddie mentioning once that his mom died when he was little. He never brought it up again and neither did Steve, not wanting to linger on tough topics. But even though it was so long ago, the pain is still there in his voice, just slightly. But Steve still notices it. 
He reaches across, placing his hand on top of Eddie’s. In a comforting way, not to mean anything. But Eddie still sighs a bit at the touch and turns his hand to hold Steve’s. 
“Just be patient with her, ok. She’s a good kid. Be patient with yourself too. This might not be some big alternate dimension life-changing shit, but it’s still real. You’re allowed to let yourself feel whatever you’re feeling about this.”
“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin.”
“No, I’ve been spending too much time with you. Only way to know that you think about everyone else except for yourself. Promise me you’ll take a moment to think of yourself.”
Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand. “I’ll try.”
“Not a promise, but I’ll take it.”
He figures it’s probably been long enough that they’ve left Julie alone with Robin. Not like leaving her alone with him would be better, he still knows nothing about her. But when he reenters the kitchen, Eddie follows behind him, Robin’s not there.”
“Where’d Robin go?”
“To change,” Julie says with a shrug, picking at the last of her food. 
Robin comes barreling down the stairs with her backpack, which she throws at Eddie while heading to the sink to fill her water bottle. “The fuck was that for?” Eddie asks with a wince.
“You two took too long talking, I’m late.” She downs the rest of her coffee and places her mug in the sink. “Come on, you’re taking me to work,” she shoves Eddie towards the door, not bothering to do it again when he doesn’t move that much. 
“See ya, Julie.” Eddie heads for the door, throwing Robin’s backpack over his shoulder. Steve follows him. “She looks like you. I didn’t notice that before, but she does,” he whispers to Steve while Robin puts her shoes on.
Robin gasps. “Oh my god, she does.” She stands up and grabs her bag from Eddie. “Good luck, don’t scare her off, don’t be too awkward, and just talk to her like a normal person.”
“Thanks for the advice,” he deadpans.
“Love you, dingus. Bye.” She leaves the door open for Eddie on her way out. 
Eddie stands with his hand on the doorknob before looking back at Steve. “Not to sound pushy or anything but, are we still on for later or not?”
“I’m not sure,” Steve shrugs. “Maybe, just not what we planned it to be.”
“Munson, move your ass,” Robin yells, hanging out of the passenger side car of the door. 
“I’m coming, Jesus. Call me later ok. I don’t care if we have to cancel, you have other things going on right now.”
Steve nods. “I will, promise.”
Eddie smiles at him, making Steve’s stomach do a flip he’s still not quite used to. “That you promise to, huh? Talk to you later, Steve.”
. . . 
Julie sits at the island, not quite sure why she’s still here. She’s still not exactly sure why she came here yesterday, not even fully believing the excuse she gave Steve. Sure he had a right to know that his dad had another kid. But maybe it would have been better to do it in a letter. That way he could decide if he wanted to find her, instead of her finding him. 
It’s still weird to her, that Steve Harrington was her brother. She didn’t know much about him other than school rumors. By the time she got to high school, he had already stepped out of the popularity spotlight. She remembers hearing about the King who fell, but after seeing him in person around the people he seems to be friends with, that doesn’t look like it. 
To be honest, everything she could have possibly known about him was shattered the moment Eddie Munson walked through the door. He was in her circle, not his. They would have never interacted in school. But now that she thinks about it, she remembers seeing Steve a few times at the trailer park visiting the Mayfeilds, especially around spring break. Maybe they got to know each other then. 
A part of her wants to leave, get the burden of her off of his plate. He didn’t have to know her just because they were related, neither did she. That wasn’t her plan. The plan, no matter how little she actually thought about it, was to find him, tell him, and leave. But then he had to offer to let her stay the night. 
Normally, she wouldn’t have taken it, but it was too good to give up. There was someone else in the house so it wasn’t just the two of them, and it gave her an excuse to stay away from that hell house as long as possible. And he seemed like a good person, he was nothing but nice to her so far. But nice was sometimes a facade, so she kept her guard up. 
But if Eddie Munson was his friend, maybe Julie could afford to let her guard down a little. Just a little bit. 
Steve walks back into the kitchen after walking Robin and Eddie out. “Are you done with that?” he asks, pointing to the plate in front of her. There’s a half-eaten pancake on it, even though she only grabbed two. He doesn’t say anything about it, though.
“Oh, yeah, thanks.” She slides the plate forward and he takes it away, putting it with his own in the sink.
How is she even going to go about this, getting to know him? She hates getting to know new people. Just stating the same five facts over and over again until maybe there was a similarity between them and that’s it. Is she just going to share her favorite color and leave?
Something about her doesn’t want to. Something wants to stay and try to find some sort of connection with Steve. Whether that be acquaintances or otherwise. He’s the only family she has left, and something about that fact makes her never want to leave. 
“So,” Steve starts slowly, leaning on the island. “I’m going to be honest, I’m not exactly sure where to start.”
“Me neither,” She admits, anxiously picking at her thumb. It’s a nervous habit she’s never seemed to break, sometimes picking at it enough for them to bleed. Her mom always tried to stop her but it never worked. 
Uncomfortable silence hangs in the air for what feels like forever, but is probably just a minute, maybe two. “Eddie said you lived down the street from him,” Steve says, breaking their silence. 
“Yeah, across the street and two doors down.” She tries to think of what to say, as if it has to have any meaning behind it. But maybe if they just get talking, that’s all that matters. “We didn’t talk much, just a few times at potlucks and things. But when I first got to high school, he showed me around, drove me when I missed the bus and didn’t want to walk home.”
Steve laughs. “Yeah that sounds like him. Surprised he didn’t try to ‘bring you into his flock’ or whatever he calls them.”
“He might have, but DND isn’t really my thing. I like writing my own stories, not playing in someone else’s.”
“You like to write,” Steve asks, walking around to sit on one of the chairs, turning to face her. 
Julie nods, bringing one of her legs up so she can sit on it to face him better. “Short stories, sometimes poetry, but I’m not great at making things rhyme. It’s fun.”
“That’s cool, I’ve never been good at writing like that. Or at all.”
“What were you good at? Or are, I guess.”
Slight shock quickly covers his face, like he’s surprised that she asked him a question about himself. “I used to play basketball in high school, and I was on the swim team. I was decent at best, but I liked it. One of the kids I babysit started playing basketball last year, so I’ve been playing with him sometimes. Kinda forgot how much I liked it until then.”
“You babysit, like look over other people’s kids?” She didn’t pin him as the babysitting type. 
“Well, I say babysit but it’s not really babysitting. Like, they’re old enough to take care of themselves and everything, but we’ve been through some stuff together so I like to keep an eye on them. They’re kinda like the family I wished I had.”
The family he wishes he had, said like he barely had a family at all. She thinks back to the lack of family pictures in the house. With all of this wall space, it’s weird for them to be left blank when they could be filled. Poster families are supposed to have posters showing off how good they are. But the walls, the house, stay vacant. And the way Steve talks about these kids, it seems to have been like that for a long time. 
Giant houses are nice, but empty all they do is sit there and show off the wrong type of wealth. Loneliness almost seeps through the walls when she notices the lack of life. Nothing to give it character, the only person leaving traces behind is Steve. 
Last night she was jealous that Steve could live in such a big house when she lived in a trailer. But she’d take that over and over again if it meant she wouldn’t be alone. 
“You must love them,” Julie finally says. 
Steve smiles, it’s probably the first time she’s seen it and it wasn’t fake. “As much as they annoy the hell out of me, I do.”
“Robin seemed nice.” He seems to talk more when it’s about other people, so she changes the topic to her. “You guys seem close.”
“We are. And before you ask if we’re dating, we’re not.”
“I was questioning that a little, but I thought it would be rude to ask.”
He shrugs. “People ask me it pretty much every day. One particular person specifically. You can ask me anything though, I’m pretty much an open book.”
Before she gets the chance to think of something else, someone knocks on the front door. Steve looks both confused and annoyed before he gets up to go see who it is. She hears them talking for a minute or two before Steve walks back into the room with a sorry expression, a man in a police uniform behind him. 
“Julie, this is Chief Hopper.”
“I’m here to take you back, kid,” Hopper interrupts. 
Coldness fills Julie up as she thinks about that place. Loud noises through thin walls, insults being thrown around, two kids she doesn’t know that she has to take care of. Just so Janice and Mark can get drunk off their asses from the pay and never lift a finger for anything about them. It’s only a matter of time before things get worse, she can tell. It’s the same behavior she’s seen with every boyfriend her mom has ever had. 
“I-I don’t want to.”
Hopper steps toward her and takes off his hat, placing it on the island. “I’m sure you don’t. But they are your guardians for the time being and called you in as a missing kid, so you have to go back.”
She looks over at Steve but is met with just a silent apology. That he’s giving up. She really shouldn’t be mad but she is. He let her stay because she said she didn’t like it there, and now he’s just willing to let her go back. Without a word to try and stop it. 
Getting up from the chair, making it squeak against the floor that is probably way too fucking expensive, she heads upstairs to grab her things. Feet stomping on the stairs like they have a mind of their own. She’s not even sure where the anger she feels is directed. But she can’t help to think it’s at herself for thinking she might actually be able to have some sort of family again. 
. . . 
When Julie leaves the room, Steve is just left there defeated. He tried to say something, but Hopper said there was no way out of it. She spent the night away from her foster house and they called it in, she had to go back. 
“Can you explain to me why she’s here?” Hopper asks acusingly. 
“They’d have to have told you if you knew to find her here.”
Hopper looks at the ceiling with a deep sigh. “Just told me she’d probably be here, not why. You’re not in any trouble, I know you wouldn’t try anything. So can you just please tell me why you have a random sixteen-year-old girl in your house.”
“She’s my sister,” Steve sighs. “My dad had an affair with her mom and then he paid her to keep it quiet. Julie told me everything last night.”
“Well, shit. That’s, something.”
Steve scoffs. “Yeah. Is there really no way she can stay here, even if it’s just for the rest of the day.”
“Look kid,” Hopper sighs. “I know you like to help the kids, but this is a lot different than that. Those parents trust you to look after them because they know you, these people don’t. And I’m not so sure they ever will. The fact is that you just learned about all of this yesterday and jumped into everything headfirst. Take some time, think about it.”
“I can’t just go around and pretend that none of this happened. I want to get to know her, Hop.”
“And I never said that you couldn’t. Just no more overnight stays and make sure she gets back by curfew. Don’t make me have to come back here again.”
Julie slams the door of the guest room before she comes back downstairs. Hopper gives Steve a sympathetic look before picking his hat back up and heading to the front door, Steve following after. 
“Julie, I’m sorry, I tried-,” Steve tries to explain. 
“Just save it, I know.” She looks at him with a cold glare that only fills him with shame. “Nice meeting you, Steve.” 
Hopper opens the door, letting Julie go out first. “Good luck with that,” he says before shutting the door behind him. 
. . .
October 1986, Two Weeks Prior
When Julie wakes up, her mom’s not there. Not like that’s unusual, sometimes she works early morning shifts at the diner before heading to her secretary job. She normally tells her about that, but last night she said nothing. Or maybe she did in her rush out the door to her late-night shift. 
Why would she work a late night and an early morning though? She’s never done it before. And considering the tips are shit and the pay is worse, she wouldn’t put herself through that. So where is she?
Julie checked around the trailer again, making sure the cot was still in the living room and that no one was in the bathroom. Checks outside to see if her mom’s car was there, and around back to make sure it wasn’t there either. Not a trace of her mother to be found anywhere. 
Going back into the house, she dials the number of the diner to check if her mom’s there. One waiter answers, saying he hasn’t seen her all morning. 
Worry fills Julie, this isn’t like her mom. Not anymore. She doesn’t go out at night anymore. Promising Julie that she wouldn’t. Her mom had broken a few promises in the past, but this was not one that she would. 
At least that’s what Julie hopes. 
An hour later, her mom is still nowhere to be seen. She calls the office she works at to see if she showed up for her shift, nothing. As she’s dialing 911 to see if they can go around different bars to try and find her, she hears a car pulling up in front of her trailer. Followed by two doors slamming shut. 
Her heart is beating out of her chest as she goes to answer the door when they knock, opening to find two police officers waiting there with solemn looks on their faces. 
“Hello, miss. My name is Officer Powell and this is Officer Callahan. Are you Julie Lawson, Rebecca Lawson’s daughter.?”
“Yes,” she responds with a shaky voice. 
Powell and Callahan share a glance before turning back to her. “Could we come in, we have some unfortunate news about your mom.”
Her heart drops as she lets them in, already planning to hear the worst. 
“You might want to sit down for this,” Callahan says, pulling over one of the kitchen chairs to sit in, making himself at home. 
“Last night, police were called to a motor vehicle accident scene over on Oak Street. A driver ran off the road and hit a tree. They identified her as your mom. She was rushed to the hospital, but as of this morning, we are sorry to say she passed.”
Tears flood Julie’s eyes as she tries to blink them back, but can’t. They fall down her face as her mind races to catch up to reality. The room blurs and she can’t hear anything over the beating of her own heart. She feels as if her soul has left her body, watching her from the outside instead of in. 
“We are so sorry, Julie,” Powell continues. “We have no idea how you must be feeling right now, but if you would like to talk to a counselor about this, we can help arrange that for you.”
Julie gapes, trying to say something but nothing will come out. She shuts her mouth and swallows, trying to calm herself down enough to say something. “What, what will happen to me?” she asks with a trembling voice. 
“You’ll be placed in child protective services, they’ll try and find some family for you to stay with or find you a foster home,” Callahan explains.
“We know that this is a lot for you to take in right now. But we need you to go and pack a bag. You can come back in a few days to get the rest of your things, but you need to come with us. We’ll give you some space while you pack, take as long as you need.”
“Just not too long,” Callahan interrupts. 
“Phil,” Powell sighs, glaring at him. “Don’t listen to him, take as long as you need and meet us outside when you're ready.”
Powell stands, pulling Callahan up and ushering him out of the door. He shuts it gently behind him and Julie can hear him chastizing Callahan behind it. 
Julie leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, attempting not to break just there. But she does. Tears stream down her face as her breaths become labored and shaky. Her hand comes to cover her mouth as she sobs, covering up her pain. 
Her mom is gone. The only family, the only life she’s ever known. The person who was there for her no matter what. The person who knows her better than anyone else in the entire world. Taken from her without warning. 
And now Julie is left alone. 
Part 3
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I think that the worst thing abt Leo'z situation is his age. When ppl find iut hsi age snd Kirby's age, they're either gonna assume 1. The correct but horrifying option, or 2. Leo was a really irresponsible teen. Im not sure which would be worse for em.
personally, in my opinion, I think both situations are the worst situation
because for Option 1., there will be either the hyperempaths who make it a big deal and start treating Leo like a fragile little object and Kirby as a sensitive topic that must be brought up as little as possible or not at all
(and they both already have to deal with that back at the Lair)
they might mean well, but it would be preferred if they just acknowledged it and then treat both of them like normal. yes, Kirby was born from a horrible situation, but they're still very much a little kid who acts like one. and Leo's is just a parent trying to get by
OR!!!!!
there will be.... Those™ People. you know the ones. the ones that look at you and ask, "so what did you do to deserve that??"
"........nothing..."
"well, you must've done something"
and all you can do is walk away and try to swallow down your shame, and anger, and hurt
Option 2. is just... just the fucking audacity of that. like, they see someone in his early (early) 20s with a 7yo, ask and get the answer, and the first thing they say is "wow, how irresponsible of you. you had your whole life ahead of you and you just threw it away"???
like. what the fuck???
if Leo met someone who said that, he'd punch them in the face. with his metal arm. then he'd pick up Kirby and walk away, pissed as all hell but trying not to worry his kid when they ask him what's wrong
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2022 Secret Santa Gift Exchange
For: @lifeexperience hope you enjoy!
Marinette was a simple child of parents who loved her, but not each other. Some of her friends at school had parents just like that, but they were divorced. But her parents never actually married, so they didn’t get a cool word. But really, all it meant was that she had to split her time between her Maman and her Dad. Unfortunately for her, her parents had decided to live a whole ocean apart. So she couldn’t just visit on weekends like her friend Max could. But it was finally summer again, and she was finally back in Gotham. Glancing around, Marinette grins widely the second she spots Alfred. 
“Alfie!” She cheers, running around the other people in the baggage claim area. Alfred’s lips twitch up into a small smile. 
“It’s nice to see you again, Miss Marinette.” He says. Marinette grins widely, pointing to the new gap in her teeth. 
“Look! I lost another tooth.” She says. Alfred raises an eyebrow. 
“Have you already received a visit from the tooth fairy?” He asks. She nods, holding Alfred’s hand as they walk through the parking lot. 
“Where’s dad?” She asks, swinging their arms. 
“Do you remember Mr. Kent?” Alfred asks. Marinette nods. He came to the manor a lot more than her dad liked, but she didn’t mind cause he usually brought his son Jon with him. “He and your father are in the middle of a meeting, and he couldn’t step away.” Alfred explains. Marinette resists the urge to ask if Jon was there too. Hopefully it was just a super quick meeting and then her dad could hang out with her. She knew that he was always super busy. He worked at a really big company, and he had a bunch of kids, and he was Batman. But he was still a good dad, and she knew he tried. 
“Is Cass home?” She asks, buckling herself into her booster seat (Alfred insisted, even though she tried to convince him that ten was plenty old enough to use a normal seat; apparently she was too short). 
“I’m afraid Miss Cass won’t be home for another week or so. Your brothers should all be there, though Master Duke and Master Tim won’t be staying for long. They’re going on a weekend trip with a few friends.” He explains. Marinette hums in surprise. It was really rare for Tim to leave Gotham for something not hero related. She’d have to make a bet with Damian to see what the odds were that Tim and Duke were actually going on a secret mission that they hadn’t told anybody about. It seemed much more likely. Marinette zones out on the rest of the car ride, just watching as her favorite city passes by. She liked Paris and spending time with her Maman, but Gotham had always felt more like her home. Gotham was where her dad and brothers and Alfred were. It was her home. As the manor appears out the window, Marinette grins at the sight of her dad waiting for her outside. The second the car stops, Marinette is out and running to her dad. She launches herself at him and sighs happily as he picks her up and wraps her in a big hug. 
“I missed you too.” He says softly, giving her one last squeeze before setting her down. “How was the last week of school?” Marinette sighs dramatically, grinning when she sees the moment her dad spots her new missing tooth. 
“I lost another tooth! And Alix didn’t even pull this one out for me.” She says happily. Her dad sighs, but she can tell he really wants to laugh. 
“You two are going to cause so much trouble one day, aren’t you?” He asks. Marinette shrugs. 
“Depends on if it’s fun or not. Where’re the boys?” She asks, leaning slightly to look past him. 
“Tim and Duke are packing, and Jason’s in the library. Last I checked, Dick was also in the library attempting to convince Jason to go do something else.” Her dad says with a small smile, the same smile he always got when he mentioned Jason. The memories weren’t super clear, but she did have some memories of when Jason died. She probably purposefully blocked out most of it, though. (Or that’s what Max thought, when she’d talked to him about it once; he was super smart). That was a rough summer. Tim hadn’t come around yet, and her dad and Dick were both really, really sad. And angry. As much as they’d both tried to hide it from her, she heard them yelling. And she saw the reports of what Batman was doing, even if the news only had stories and never any actual pictures of what Batman had become. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t get her dad back to who he was before Jason died. She spent most of that summer baking with Alfred and drawing in the library on the couch where Jason used to read her stories. By the time she came home for Thanksgiving (a holiday she knew her dad didn’t care about, but one he celebrated so that she could have an excuse to come to Gotham more) Tim was there. 
Snapping out of her thoughts, Marinette frowns when she realizes there was a brother missing. 
“What about Damian?” She asks. Her dad frowns as Mr. Kent smiles, and that’s when Marinette remembers Damian talking about his new friend, Kent. Her eyes widen. “Is Jon here?” She asks, resisting the urge to just run towards the manor. Her dad opens his mouth to respond, but Mr. Kent cuts him off. 
“They’re in the game room closest to the living room.” He says. Marinette squeals out a thanks before rushing off. Time to see Jon!
---
Bruce’s eyes narrow as he looks at one of his oldest friends. Clark just laughs, shaking his head. 
“You know she would’ve found them eventually, Bruce.” He says. Bruce huffs. 
“That doesn’t mean you had to just send her off to him.” He argues. Clark raises an eyebrow, the amusement clear on his face. 
“They’re kids, Bruce. It’s not like they’re going to get married tomorrow-” Clark starts to say, but Bruce cuts him off. 
“Or ever.”
“That’s not what Jon said.” 
“Clark-”
“Bruce, breathe. Last time they talked, Marinette apparently told Jon that she was going to marry him one day. It was very matter-of-fact and, need I remind you, they’re children. Plenty of kids have crushes that never amount to anything. And besides that, they’re friends, Bruce. Neither of them have many friends that know about everything. You really gonna take that away from either of them?” Clark asks, crossing his arms. Bruce sighs. 
“Fine. But we will revisit this conversation in a few years.” He says. Clark chuckles, but agrees. Bruce, who knows how determined his daughter can be, doesn’t laugh. 
---
“Jon!” Marinette squeals, running into the room. Jon turns around and grins, opening his arms. Before Marinette can throw herself into the hug, Damian steps between them, frowning. Marinette skids to a stop, raising an eyebrow at her older brother. 
“What is the meaning of this?” Damian asks, looking between them. Marinette huffs. 
“I was trying to hug my friend.” She says, arms crossed. Damian raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms too. 
“Kent is my friend, Marinette.” He says firmly. Marinette’s eyes narrow. 
“He was my friend first!” She counters. Damian turns to Jon. 
“Well, are you going to say anything?” He asks. Jon’s eyes widen. 
“Well, uh, I-” He stammers over his words. 
“Leave him out of this! Can’t you see you’re stressing him out!” Marinette yells at her older brother. He scoffs. 
“Oh, I’m stressing him out?” He asks. “What about you? Rushing in here and trying to hug him with no prior warning?”
“Jon happens to like my hugs.” Marinette says firmly. Damian snorts humorlessly. 
“Are you sure he isn’t just being nice?” He asks. Marinette feels her cheeks turn red. 
“Actually-” Jon starts. 
“Stay out of this, Kent.” Damian warns. Marinette rolls her eyes. 
“Why are you such a know it all, all the time?” She asks, trying hard not to scream. 
“Why are you such a little baby?” Damian taunts. 
“That’s it!” Marinette shrieks before letting out a battle cry. She rushes towards her brother, fists flying. Every time he dodges, she shrieks. She wasn’t trained like he was. It wasn’t fair! Suddenly, arms are around her, lifting her away from Damian just as Damian is restrained by Dick. 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is going on in here?” He asks, looking between them. Marinette glances back, stopping kicking when she realizes Jason is the one holding her back. He was officially her favorite brother at the moment. 
“Marinette is acting like a child simply because Kent is now my friend.” Damian tuts, tilting his nose up. Marinette’s eyes widen and she immediately starts thrashing around again in an attempt to go kick the heck out of her brother. 
“You are the worst! That’s not what happened at all!” She argues. 
“Cool it, kiddo.” Jason says quietly. Marinette shakes her head. 
“No! He’s being mean, and I’m gonna beat him up for it!” She insists. Damian snorts, but immediately stops at the look Dick gives him. 
“Alright. You two clearly need some time apart right now. Jason.” Dick nods towards the door and Marinette’s eyes widen. 
“This isn’t fair! Why does Damian get to hang out with Jon? He’s probably hung out with him all day! He’s my friend too!” She complains, going limp in Jason’s hold. Jason sighs, taking her out of the game room and towards the library. 
“Just breathe, Mari. I’m sure you’ll get to hang out with Jon a ton this summer. He’s over here all the time now.” Jason says. Marinette’s face falls into a frown. Before Damian came, Jon never wanted to hang out at the manor all the time. Even when Marinette was in town. Did he….was he really her friend? Or was Damian right. “Okay kid, if I set you down, do you promise not to go beat the shit out of the Gremlin?” Jason asks. Marinette nods. 
“I uh, I think I’m really tired, Jay. I’m gonna go take a nap, okay?” She’s trying really hard not to cry. Jason frowns, but nods. 
“If you’re sure. Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?” He asks. Marinette nods, and gives Jason a half hearted smile before she heads upstairs. Was Jon really her friend?
---
An hour later, Marinette’s door creaks open slightly. She glances over and waves half-heartedly at Jason. He frowns. 
“Hey kid, are you okay? I thought you were gonna take a nap.” He says. Marinette shrugs. 
“Not tired anymore.” She says. Jason’s eyebrows scrunch together. 
“I was gonna head home,” He starts, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump even more. “But, if you want, you could tag along. I was gonna make spaghetti for dinner.” He adds. Marinette perks up immediately. Damian may want to hog Jon (who may or may not be her friend), but Jason was always there for her. 
“Can we watch Little Women? The one with Winona Ryder?” She asks, Jason grins and nods. 
“Sure thing, kid. Grab a bag and let Bruce know. I’ll wait outside.” He says. Marinette nods and quickly packs up a backpack, then hesitates. It was only her first night back home. If she asked her dad, she ran the risk of him saying no. And then she’d have to eat dinner with Damian. And Jon. Nope. No, siree, she wasn’t going to risk that. Grabbing a piece of paper from her desk, she scribbles out a little note. It’d be fine, and if he was mad at her…well, he probably wouldn’t be mad. She was leaving a note! Just in case, she hurries down the back stairs and out the side door. No need to risk running into her dad. She’d talk to him tomorrow. 
---
Bruce lets his shoulders relax as he walks in and sits down for dinner. Clark had left just after Marinette arrived, but he’d had League business that couldn’t wait. Which meant dinner was the first time he’d be able to actually sit and talk to his daughter since her visit at Easter. Looking around the table, he frowns. 
“Has anyone seen Marinette?” he asks. Tim glances around, then shakes his head. 
“Uh, no. Actually, I haven’t seen her all day. Wasn’t she coming home today?” He asks. Bruce nods, trying to push down the worry welling up. 
“Little D?” Dick says, and Bruce glances at Damian, narrowing his eyes. 
“Damian. Care to explain?” Bruce asks. Damian purses his lips and tilts his chin up. A move he got from his mother. 
“She was acting like a child. We argued and Todd removed her from the game room.” Damian says simply. Bruce sighs, pinching his nose. 
“What was it this time?” He asks, shaking his head. It never seemed to fail. Every time Marinette came to stay, she and Damian found something new to fight about. It never lasted for long, but he’d come to accept it as an undeniable truth. The sky was blue. Grass was green. Damian and Marinette argued. Simple. 
“I hardly see how that-”
“They were fighting over me.” Jon blurts out. Bruce raises an eyebrow. 
“Excuse me?” 
“Well, I’m friends with Damian now, too. And so he was mad when Mari was trying to hug me, and then she yelled back at him since we were friends first and I tried to stop them but they kept fighting so Jason and Dick made them split up and then I didn’t get to say anything else to Mari and so she probably hates me now.” Jon rambles, eyes wide as his lower lip trembles. Bruce resists the urge to groan. Of course they were fighting over Jon. 
“Shall I go get Miss Marinette from her room?” Alfred asks. 
“No, I’ll get her. Damian, tomorrow we’re going to have a talk about friends. And the fact that multiple people can be friends with the same person.” Bruce says firmly, heading towards his youngest daughter’s room. He knocks. 
“Mari? Sweetie, it’s time for dinner.” Bruce says. He frowns when she doesn’t answer. “Mari?” He calls, knocking again. Bruce purses his lips. Perhaps she fell asleep? He knocks one more time before gently pushing the door open. He doesn’t panic at the empty room. He’s completely calm and collected. The paper that catches his eye on her desk, the letter letting him know that she’d be back the next day and not to worry- that’s what makes him panic. Flashbacks of five years ago. An empty bedroom. A note. A crumpled form in the middle of an explosion. Steadying his breath, he rushes downstairs. He wouldn’t go through that again. He couldn’t. 
“Master Bruce-”
“Marinette’s gone.” He says, clutching the note like a lifeline. 
“What?” Jon squeaks out, his eyes wide. Bruce turns to Dick. 
“We have to find her. Dick, will you call Jason? The rest of us will head to the cave. Everyone needs to be on comms and suited up in twenty minutes.” Bruce instructs. And not even the familiar feeling of directing a mission can bring him calm. Not while his daughter is missing. 
---
Marinette sips her chocolate milk, shaking her head at the tv. 
“You know, sometimes I wonder how Jo and Amy are able to like each other again after all the times they kinda suck and are kinda awful towards each other.” She says. Jason raises an eyebrow. 
“Yeah?” He asks. She nods. 
“Yeah. But then I remember all the times that we all fight, and I kinda get it.” She sighs. Jason snorts, shaking his head. The landline rings and Jason reaches over and grabs it. 
“Hello.” He says simply. Marinette looks away from the movie, instead watching her brother’s face as shock quickly covers it. “What? No- I- Dick, shut the hell up and breathe. She’s fine. No, she is. She’s with me. Well- I- I thought B knew. Yeah. Mmhmm. Call the calvary back, she’s fine. She’ll be back tomorrow morning after breakfast. Because I promised I’d make pancakes. No, not for you Dickhead. Uh huh. Bye.” Marinette quickly turns her attention back to the movie, hoping he doesn’t try to talk to her about it. 
“I wonder if I could wear a dress like that to the next gala.” Marinette muses, hoping it’ll be enough to change the subject. Instead, the movie pauses and Marinette sighs. 
“So. Are we going to talk about this? Or am I just going to give you a little lecture?” Jason asks. Marinette pouts. 
“Why do we have to do either? Why can’t we just finish watching the movie?” She asks. Jason lets out a long breath. 
“Do you remember when I died?” He asks bluntly. Marinette flinches back, looking at her older brother with wide eyes. He winces. “Sorry, kid. But I promise it’s important.” Marinette frowns, eyebrows scrunching together. 
“Well. Yeah, I- I kind of remember it. It’s not super clear, but…I remember.” She says, pushing down the wave of sadness that wells up inside her. It was one of the hardest times of her entire life. 
“I don’t know how much you remember of that time, but I ran away first. I was determined to figure out who my birth mom was, so I left. And do you know what I did?” He asks. Marinette shakes her head. “I left a note. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, not even Alfred. I just left a note. And we both know how that ended up.” He says. Marinette’s eyes widen. 
“That’s what I did to dad. I just left a note- I thought- I didn’t want him to tell me I couldn’t go. I didn’t think it would-” She stops, trying hard to stop her tears. Jason opens his arms and she throws herself at him, crying. “I’m sorry.” She says. 
“It’s fine, kiddo. I know the whole Jon and Damian thing really upset you. But- and I’m gonna sound like a fu-freaking hypocrite here- but you’ve gotta communicate.” Jason says. Marinette sniffles, and leans back. 
“Do you think dad’s gonna be really mad at me?” She asks timidly. Jason shakes his head. 
“No, kid, I don’t think he will. I think he’ll be too relieved to be mad.” He says. Marinette starts to respond, but a tap on the window makes her jump instead. Jason immediately leaps off the couch and heads for the window. “Of freaking course.” He huffs before throwing the window open. Marinette frowns, until a familiar person steps in and her eyes widen. 
“Mari!” Jon calls, running over and giving her a big hug. Marinette blinks a few times, before she relaxes and returns the hug. 
“What’re you doing here?” She asks once he pulls away. 
“Yeah. I’d also like to know.” Jason says, walking over and crossing his arms. Jon laughs awkwardly before reaching back and scratching the back of his neck. 
“I uh, I was worried about you.” He says. Marinette feels a smile creep onto her face. 
“Really?” She asks. He nods. 
“Course I was. You’re one of my best friends.” He says. She raises her eyebrows. “Yeah, uh, I already told Damian that people can have more than one best friend. I think your dad’s gonna talk to him more about it tomorrow, but I didn’t wanna stop being your friend.” He says. 
“Still best friends forever?” She asks, holding out a pinky. Jon grins and links his pinky with hers. 
“Forever and ever.” He says simply. And he was right. 
When Marinette and Jon get married fifteen years later, it surprises no one.
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sunnysideprincess · 5 months
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Tony Stark is definitely too cool to date jocks. But he's 100% nerd enough to fall in love with a superhero.
Funny thing is, the jock that's been trying to hog his time and attention is the superhero he's in love with. Tony's dumb enough to not notice it.
Or maybe, Natasha's just smart enough to.
So she corners Steve Rogers one day, drags him by the collar and asks him to tell her idiot brother the real deal.
Steve refuses, citing all the moral qualms and that Tony only likes Captain America because he's famous.
Natasha's stumped. And Tony sees them hanging out ( Nat's hand is now resting "un"threateningly over Steve's shoulder) and assumes the jock got over him pretty fast. Gets a whiplash of "guess he realised Nat's a better deal" and then a little bit of "why the hell am I sad I don't even like him".
Tony's very obviously moping in the following days and fails to notice his own kidnapping until the bad guys are tying him to the back of a truck and leaving him on a train track.
Captain America and Natasha Romanova Stark work together to save Tony, who is definitely not moping and definitely not souped up on truth serum and definitely does not end up confessing his undying love for someone so selfless and sweet as Cap. And he most definitely does NOT confess that he may also be a little bit in love with the dumb jock.
Steve's flying sky high at the news, but also feels like a cheat until Nat just slaps the stupid helmet off his face and shoves him towards a stumped/embarrassed/panicking Tony.
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dragonpyre · 9 months
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Secret robin au
The deciding factor was where would Doordash deliver to at 1 am
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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year
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[The First Post of the Luthor Family AU]
Lex: So you are dating SuperGIRL now? Hm?
Lena: Please stop.
Lex: Can't a man ask about his baby sister poor life choices?
Lena: No. And it's not what you are doing anyway.
Lex: And what in god's name is it that I'm doing?
Lena: You know I spoke with mom and you are trying to mimic her homophobic talking points so you can pretend the reason you are mad is that I'm dating a woman and not that you are jealous that I got to date Supergirl while the closest you got to Superman was a hyper controled punch.
Lex: I'm not doing that! And I do resent the acusation! I'm merely concerd about what people will think of the Luthor's name when-
Lena: Fuck off. You hate people. The last time you cared about what people were saying was when they compared you to Elon Musk and that is a massive insult. Before that you were twelve.
Lex: Mayhaps. But there is the question of money.
Lena: I don't think we can ever lose enough money to stop being the 1%. It's actually concerning and we should at least pay more taxes...
Lex: Uh... Actually I think you should not be with woman because god doesn't like it! Yeah. That's it! Nothing to do with Superman at all.
Lena: *laughs* The last time you even sugested the existence of a god you were high, had not took your meds in a while and was talking about how you were a god and would become the only one soon. Please.
Lex: Maybe I'm merely preparing you to deal with mother.
Toddler!Conner: *wobbles into the room* Dada!
Lena: *baby talk to Conner* Who is this cutie? * to Lex* No, really who is this child?
Lex: *avoiding eye contact* Surely not a artifically made baby I created with mine and Superman's stolen DNA and am now raising.
Lena: LEX?!
Lex: I said I didn't do it and if I had I'm older and you hold no power over me.
Lena: You have a dangerous obcession and that is ridiculous. You can't just genetically engineer a child with your's forgive me the childish word "crush".
Lex: I did not! For your information he was supposed to be a weapon of mass destruction to protect Earth when Superman finally failed like we all know he will.
Lena: HOW IS THAT BETTER?
Lex: I don't want to do that anymore?
Lena: You better not.
Lex: Don't worry. I won't be like father, I have principles.
Lena: Again you better do. Because if not aunt Lena and aunt Kara are going to make you pay.
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desultory-novice · 5 months
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Which of Kirby's adventures do you two most wish you were there for?
Adeleine: "Rainbow Curse! The one where everything turned into clay! That looked sooo neat! I haven't experimented with the medium of clay much yet myself, so maybe I wouldn't have been much help...!"
"Although, wait, if I was there, wouldn't I have been made of clay too? If I used my brush, would clay have come out instead of paint?! I need to plan a trip to Seventopia some time to find out!"
Noir: ".......??!?!?!?? The what of WHAT?"
"Adeleine, what the hell is this person talking a..."
:: [Please Hold While We Swap Universes] ::
White-Haired Noir:
"Kirby's adventures? ...Don't tell my teacher or anyone but..."
"...When I heard Kirby talk about his adventures in The Amazing Mirror I can't help but wish I'd gotten to see the Mirror World. I know what Sir Meta Knight would say if I told him this, and...I've talked to Taranza a little so...I get the feeling it would have worked out about as well as my own experience with one of those artifacts but..."
"...I can't help wondering...how it all went in a different world."
"Did I...?" ...Did she still...?"
"No use speculating about it. Can't just swap our places..."
"Ribbon would be sad if she knew I was thinking this way again..."
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elithemiar-blog · 1 year
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Danny gets adopted by the Batfam.
Dani gets adopted/recruited by the Young Justice.
Dan gets recruited for the Suicide Squad by Amanda Waller.
No one realizes they're related and when it does come out it's a 'you didn't ask?' situation.
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It'd be hilarious if neither of the three were even aware of the others situation, just that Amity is a no longer a good place to be. They find out each others situation a 'yeah that tracks'.
Take the head canons and fill it up.
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foodiewithdahoodie · 8 months
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Your Teeth In My Neck chapter 4 update: Drunk Will and Sober Mike sit under the rain, Mike doting on Will. Byler fencing rivals.
Will preens at the compliment, and without delay, internally reprimands his tenacious heart. He grumbles, “Wasn’t much of a contest, really.” “Yeah. No shit. I’m sure I’m much more of a challenge.” Mike rocks on the balls of his feet, tooting his own horn. “You’ve certainly kept me on my toes a couple of times.” Will concurs, then wants to slap himself and sew his mouth shut. Why is he chatting up Mike? This exchange is taking longer than it should be for estranged friends. “Uh… Alright… Bye!”    
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Special thanks for @wheelersboy for beta reading like a real thug/homie/G
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