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[parkerslatte]

One Year

Thanos/Choi Su-bong x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: usual squid game stuff. blood and gore. injury. mentions of suicide. mentions of addiction. drugs. soft thanos. slight canon divergence.

Summary: After an argument about money and debts, Y/N left Thanos. A year later she meets him again in the games yet he does his best to ignore her. During the game of Mingle, Y/N gets thrown out of her room and Thanos comes to her rescue.

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“Are you being serious?” Y/N asked, sitting down on the chair in disbelief. 

Su-bong paced in front of her exasperated. “It was meant to make us more money! You can’t blame me for trying.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I told you when you first told me about it that it was a stupid idea. Not only did you ignore me, but you invested more than you said you were going to. And not just your own money, you took some of mine too!”

Su-bong rolled his eyes and Y/N chuckled. How he could be annoyed with her was beyond her. “I can’t believe this. I really can’t.”

“I can do something,” Su-bong said, a hint of desperation in his tone that he was clearly trying to hide. “I can start writing songs again. I can–”

“Don’t lie to me or yourself,” Y/N snapped. “You have been saying that for the past year.”

Su-bong scoffed. “You try to do something like that again when you are turned into a laughing stock!”

“And who’s fault was that?” Y/N said. “I was the one who advised you to not take those pills before the performance and you did it anyway. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Aren’t you meant to be my girlfriend? Isn’t it your job to support me?” Su-bong questioned. 

“I do support you, but I know when to draw the line,” Y/N replied. “I don’t support you basically gambling your entire life savings and mine all on what was clearly a scam from the start. I don’t support you going out every night getting high using pills you bought with my money. And as far as I know, you are supposed to support me too.”

“I do support you,” Su-bong defended, clearly offended. 

“Give me one example where you supported me over the past year,” Y/N said. Su-bong remained silent, giving Y/N the answer she needed. “The fact that you can’t even name one explains it all,” Y/N said. “You weren’t there for me when I was fired from my job. When my father was sick. When I broke my leg and could barely get around.”

“I can support you,” Su-bong said, grasping Y/N’s hands. “I can get us money. I can get it back–”

“No,” Y/N said and pulled her hands from his. Despite how she felt in the situation, she couldn’t help but miss the warmth of them. But she knew that what she was about to do was the right decision for her. “I can’t do this anymore. Not only did you continuously lie to me, but you stole money from me dragging me down with you.”

“Y/N, please,” Su-bong begged. “Don’t do this.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line. There was a time when they had had this conversation before. Then she had stayed and Y/N was coming to realise that it was a stupid decision. Despite it all, she did still love him. But she couldn’t forgive him–not this time. “Are you begging me only because you have nowhere else to go or because you still love me?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation. It was at most a few seconds but those few seconds were arguably the most important. “Of course I love you!”

Slowly, Y/N nodded. “I see.”

“Y/N, please,” Su-bong begged. “I’ll get a job. Fuck, I’ll get two jobs. I can fix this.”

“You are over one billion won in debt!” Y/N exclaimed. “Do you really think a few shitty jobs are going to fix that anytime soon? At least my job pays a decent wage but it is still nowhere near to pay off my own debts which you forced me into. No, I’m done this time,” Y/N said, keeping a steady tone despite the way she wanted to cry out and forgive him instantly. “Please leave. I’ll have your things sent to you.”

“You can’t kick me out!” Su-bong exclaimed. 

“You don’t rent this apartment, I do,” Y/N said, avoiding his gaze. “Please leave Su-bong. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

He scoffed. “I can’t believe I ever loved you.”

Y/N’s gaze remained fixated on the table before her until his footsteps grew distant and the front door was opened and slammed shut, plummeting the apartment into silence. The moment she knew she was actually alone, Y/N allowed the tears to flow. She knew that this decision was for the best, after all their relationship over the past year had been far from a whirlwind romance. Y/N couldn’t remember the last time they had even slept in the same bed. 

But somehow she already had the urge to run out and tell him to come back and that they could work everything out together. Y/N’s hands gripped the arms of the chair, grounding herself. She couldn’t do that. Leaving him was for the best– even if she didn’t believe it just yet. 

***

The platform began to move, the number of players in the room was considerably less compared to the first round. She was standing on her own as she looked at the puddles of blood on the floor. There had yet to be someone Y/N had become allies with, the group she was with for the pentathlon were already a small alliance of four and she only joined them because they needed a fifth person. Everyone else already seemed to have their own group apart from her. 

It wasn’t that Y/N hadn’t tried. The moment she had seen her ex-boyfriend run up to that voting button and confidently chose to continue the game, she had tried her best to speak with him. Despite the fact that she was the one who broke up with him, it was nice and comforting to see a familiar face, even if that familiar face was high out of his mind every single time she tried to speak with him. 

Four different times Y/N had tried to speak to Su-bong and each time he wouldn’t give her the time of day. It irritated her more than she cared to admit though deep down she couldn’t blame him. After all she was the one who had kicked him out. 

She glanced at him from across the platform and noticed him already staring at her. Upon noticing this, he quickly looked away from her. If she made it through this round, she would make him speak to her whether he wanted to or not. 

“Two players,” the voice called out. 

There was no hesitation as Y/N grabbed the person closest to her and began to drag them to the yellow room right before her eyes. The round was carnage as people pushed and shoved and fought each other to get to a room in time. There were 126 players left, only 100 would be able to make it through the round. 

Just as the person she dragged opened the door, Y/N spared a glace in the direction Su-bong ran and found him and Player 124 dragging people out of the way of the door before running into it themselves. Y/N turned back to her room and slammed the door behind her just as Su-bong looked in her direction before he slammed his door closed. 

Once the door was closed, Y/N allowed herself to breathe and finally relax for a moment. She looked at the person she had dragged. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you when I dragged you, did I?”

Before the woman could even muster a response, the door was forcibly pushed open and a firm grip squeezed Y/N’s arm, pulling her out of the room as an older man forced his way inside. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Y/N yelled, kicking and hitting the man as he tried to push her out of the room. 

“I’m not dying today!” the man hissed. 

Y/N pulled her arm from the man’s grasp and before he knew it, a fist was flying at her face, her vision blurring immediately. A force pushed Y/N outside of the room and she fell to the floor. 

“Fuck you!” Y/N yelled at the man inside. 

Y/N glanced around at the clock and panic instantly rose within her. There were ten seconds left on the countdown and all hope left her body. There was no possible way she was going to find a partner and a room in time. Y/N slowly stood to her feet, already accepting her fate.

There were a few people still on the platform either hurt from someone or accepting their fate. Others were still trying to force their way inside rooms and fight for them. Slowly, Y/N closed her eyes. At least in her final moments she wouldn’t have to see the carnage surrounding her. 

Before Y/N knew it, she was quite literally swept off her feet. Her eyes opened and immediately recognised the mop of purple hair and she let out a small noise of surprise. Without a moment of hesitation, Su-bong ran into a blue room and slammed the door behind him just as the door locked, breathing heavily. 

As the gunshots sounded out, his grip tightened on her as he slumped down to the floor, Y/N still in his arms. 

“Su-bong?” Y/N muttered, still in disbelief that he had saved her. She stood from his hold and shakily got to her feet. 

“Why were you just standing there?” Su-bong asked, raising his voice. “Do you want to die?”

“I was thrown out of the room,” Y/N said. “There wasn’t enough time to find someone else and find a room.”

Su-bong stood to his feet, his eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t you at least try?”

“Why would you care?” Y/N said. “Evidently from the way you have refused to even speak to me here, you wouldn’t care whether I lived or died.”

“Of course I care!” he exclaimed.

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we’ve been here?” Y/N questioned. “I have tried so many times to speak with you, thankful to see a familiar face, and you have shut me down every single time! Is it about the drugs you’ve been taking? I know that I don’t like it when you take them but honestly right now I don’t care. All I have wanted to do is speak with you.”

Su-bong scoffed. “Now you want to speak to me? What about the past year? You never wanted to speak to me when I reached out.”

“The circumstances were different and you know it,” Y/N snapped. 

“How?” He asked. “I’m just doing exactly what you’ve been doing to me.”

Y/N sighed, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. “For once, imagine being in my place. Imagine supporting your partner for a year after their career took a plummet, you start paying for everything. Food, clothes, sometimes even their drugs when they begged you.”

At that statement, Su-bong glanced down at the necklace hanging from his neck. 

“Then you find out that they had an amazing idea to invest in crypto that turned out to be a scam,” Y/N continued. “Not only did they stupidly invest their entire life savings, but then you find out that they have been taking small amounts of money from your account too. Now leaving themselves in debt as well as you. In between all of this, imagine them going out early in the morning and either returning high out of their mind where you need to stay up and take care of them all night or they don’t return at all and you spend the whole night worried about where they are and if they are even alive.”

Y/N took a step closer to Su-bong. “Imagine if our positions were switched. You wouldn’t want to speak to me again either. But you have no idea how hard it was for me, because despite it all– somehow I still loved you. You fucked me over and I still loved you.” A shaky breath left Y/N. “So, I’m sorry if I didn’t want to talk to you. I’m sorry if I ignored you for a year. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help you, but I needed to put myself first for once.”

The silence in the room was deafening. The gunshots had ceased and the guards were clearing up the bodies. The numbers who hadn’t made it sounded through the speaker but Y/N didn’t listen as she only stared at Su-bong who hadn’t met her eyes the whole time she spoke. 

Slowly she took another step towards him and brought her hand up and placed it under his chin and forced him to meet her eyes. “You always did have trouble making eye contact when we were having a serious conversation.” His pupils were blown wide from the pill Y/N had watched him take before the game. “Why did you save me?”

Su-bond blinked once, then twice as if he was confused by the question. “What?”

“I watched you run into a room with your friend, pulling people out of the way for it. You were safe. Why did you risk your life to save me?” Y/N asked. 

“You were watching me? Señorita, I’m touched,” Su-bong said, his tone flirtatious. Y/N knew this behaviour all too well, sometimes she used to fall for it. 

Y/N frowned. “Be serious for a minute. I don’t want you to be ‘Thanos’. I want you to be Su-bong. My Su-bong.”

Surprise seemed to fill his eyes and he seemed to unconsciously lean into her touch as his eyes flicked to the side. “I watched you run into a room, I thought you were safe so I entered a room. When I looked out and saw you were standing outside, I ran out without thinking.”

“Did you know that there was a room available?” Y/N questioned. 

If possible, the room became quieter. “Why did you do it?”

“I couldn’t leave you out there,” he admitted. “I couldn’t leave you to die.”

“But you could have died in the process?” Y/N questioned. “How stupid could you be?”

Su-bong’s eyes met Y/N’s once more. His pupils were still dilated but Y/N could see his true emotions shining through clear as day. Vulnerability. 

“Do you know where I was when that man in a suit offered me that card?” Su-bong said, his voice strangely quiet. “I was on a bridge ready to jump and take my life. So I don’t care if I die in these games. But if you died, I couldn’t handle that. When I ran out, I thought that we would either both live or we would both die.”

Su-bong’s hands slowly moved until they held onto Y/N’s waist. The feeling of it so familiar but so foreign. “I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care about you, that if you died, I wouldn’t feel anything. I tried to convince myself that I was angry at you for turning your back on me. But when I saw you standing outside that room prepared to die, I realised that none of that was true. I still love you, baby. Even though I’m pissed that you joined these games.”

“It’s not like I had any choice,” Y/N shrugged as she cupped his face gently, her eyes stinging. 

Su-bong glanced down guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Y/N said, her thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Someone who wasn’t sorry wouldn’t risk their life to save their ex-girlfriend who kicked them out with nowhere to go”

A huff of a laugh left Su-bong as he dipped his head down resting his forehead against Y/N’s. “Looking back, I can’t blame you.”

Y/N’s eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of his closeness. If she imagined hard enough, she could pretend that they weren’t trapped in a series of deathly games. They would be in her apartment, her doing her own work while Su-bong worked on a new song, happily sitting side by side. Just how it was for four years before his career blew up and things spiralled from there. 

“Vote to leave,” Y/N whispered. “We can get out of here and we can work things out. I know that you said that you…don’t care if you die in these games, but I don’t want to watch that. If we vote to leave, we can pay off our debts together and work things out between us– properly this time.”

Suddenly a warm pressure captured Y/N’s lips. The feeling was one she had missed. Her body fell into his as she wrapped her arms around Su-bong’s neck as she deepened the kiss. His arms wrapped around her waist before he turned their bodies until her back was pressed against the wall. 

Y/N pulled away and allowed herself to look into Su-bong’s eyes for a brief moment before she leaned in once more. The kiss held a hint of desperation behind it, as if one of the guards would enter the room and gun them down that very second. Su-bong’s hands slid from her waist to her hips, giving them an experimental squeeze. 

A content sigh left Y/N as she threaded her fingers in his hair and Su-bong smiled into the kiss. He pulled away, breath mixing with hers. “Jump, señorita,” he muttered.

“I always hated you calling me that,” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

“You loved it,” Su-bong replied as he picked her up and her legs immediately wrapped around him as he deepened the kiss. 

It wasn’t until now when Y/N realised how much she had missed him and how perfectly they fit together. It had been a year since he had last touched her this way and it was as if no time had passed. 

“I missed this,” he muttered, lips attaching to her jaw before peppering soft kisses down the side of her neck. 

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, tilting her head back as she savoured the feeling of his lips on her skin. She could only wish that they were in her apartment, gradually making their way towards the bed. 

Instead Y/N was brought back to her harsh reality. 

“Attention players, the game is now over.”

The door clicked and unlocked and Su-bong reluctantly detached his lips from Y/N’s neck.  They stared at one another breathlessly. Y/N’s legs were still wrapped around his hips and her fingers were tangled in his hair– only messing the strands up even more. 

Slowly, Su-bong set her back on her feet, hands slipping up her body to her waist. The footsteps of the other players broke the two from the daze they were in as Su-bong slowly stepped back, allowing Y/N space to step away from the wall. 

“We can get out of here together,” Y/N whispered as she slipped her hand in Su-bong’s. “Please vote to leave.”

The door was opened and a guard stood in the threshold, gun clutched in their hands unafraid to use it. Y/N and Su-bong slowly stepped out of the room and joined all of the other players as they exited the game. Neither of them spoke though their hands remained clutching one another tightly. 

“Thanos!” Player 124 said as he nudged Su-bong’s shoulder. “What was that for? If it weren’t for those pricks outside the room, I’d be dead.”

“You’re alive aren’t you?” Su-bong said the tone of his voice shifting to something more distant. A tone he never spoke to Y/N in. A tone that she knew was purely for other people.

Player 124 glanced at Y/N and his eyes trailed down to where her hand was linked with Su-bong’s before his eyes fixated on the red patch stuck to her jacket. A quiet huff of acknowledgement slipped past his lips. “I hope this bitch won’t make you change your mind about playing one more game.”

Su-bong’s head whipped around fast to face Player 124. “Don’t fucking call her that, man.”

Player 124 laughed. “Whatever you say. But remember. One more game.” He slipped back into the crowd of people– significantly smaller than when they had first entered. 

“You need to make better friends,” Y/N commented watching Player 124 leave with distaste. 

“And you need to make friends,” Su-bong defended as he pulled Y/N along with the rest of the crowd. “I’ve seen you sadly standing around on your own since we’ve been here.”

“Sorry for not wanting to get attached to anyone in a place where I could die,” Y/N replied. 

Su-bong huffed a laugh and squeezed her hand. “You have me now.”

“Only until the vote?” Y/N asked, her heart dropping slightly.

There was a brief moment of hesitation as he glanced down at the blue patch on his jacket. After a while he slowly nodded and Y/N let out a soft sigh of relief. 

“Only if you promise to not kick me out again,” Su-bong muttered as he threw his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, keeping her pressed to his side. 

“I promise,” Y/N replied as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “Only if you promise to work things out between us.” Y/N glanced at his necklace. “That includes your addiction. I know it will be hard, but I will be with you every step of the way.”

Su-bong looked at the cross necklace hanging from his neck and let out a long sigh. “Okay, señorita. You have a deal.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Y/N muttered.

“I know that you love it,” Su-bong said. “You always did. Especially when I–”

“Let’s leave that talk for when we are out of this hellhole,” Y/N said, lightly shoving him away from her. 

A quiet laugh left Su-bong as Y/N looked up at him, a small spark in his eye shone brightly. It was the first time she had seen it in years. Y/N’s lips twitched up as she savoured his touch, hope filling her heart for the first time she had woken up in this god-forsaken place. Y/N linked their fingers together once more as they walked through the colourful staircase for what would hopefully be the final time. 

[quarterlifekitty]

based on this. cw: graphic violence/descriptions, fatal wounds, gross stuff.

You ask yourself, often, how Soap fell into this life. He shows up at your door with trinkets, flowers, blushes and smiles– all while he pays the same rates as everyone else for a night in your stock-standard room. He’s a member of The Flock, a cutthroat organized crime family. They run the city you live in, they own the room you live in, and their members take up a vast majority of your clientele.

And you killed their Shepard. For reasons that seem so far away, now. Some old grudge that clung to you like the glue from a peeled-off sticker. It made dirt stick to you.

For a time, you acted like everything was normal. That’s how you get away with murder, isn’t it? Life goes on– why would a whore cry over the boss of her clients? And it works. Johnny visits like clockwork, always at the end of the night if he can– hates having to get out of the bed when he’s finished. He’ll take sloppy seconds gladly, but his face sours when he has to make room for other clients.

And then that stupid little corner store comes forward. A camera they’d thought had been broken flicked on for a few nights. Enough to see you leaving the wrong place at the wrong time.

The city is an above-ground sewer. Labyrinthine, dank, and full of garbage. You run barefoot– not able to dig up your years-old tennis shoes in time when dress shoes thundered through your building by the dozen. Building to building, alleyway through alleyway, seemingly at a dead end when you’re suddenly pulled inside of a door. The suit you know so well, a half-palm glove on the hand gripping yours, a mohawk. You don’t stop running. It’s unnerving– hearing nothing but his breath when he’s never shut up for as long as you’ve known him.

After what feels like miles, you’re headed off by a woman you’ve never seen. Her scowl looks so natural you imagine her smile is downright terrifying. Soap’s face is twisted in recognition as you’re pulled behind him. He tries to back up, but as soon as he turns to run with you the other way, a bullet connects with his skull. Bad dog, bad. His last gesture points the way and you run. You can’t waste his sacrifice. Your lungs feel like they rip and tear as you heave, blood like phlegethon trickling through your system while the acid bursts at the back of your throat, fortelling bile. Johnny, he told you one night, bathed in the neon from the signs outside diffused by your curtains, tha’s my real name. His name was Johnny.

When he wakes up, there’s a starburst ready to form, fresh and pink and raw on the side of his head beneath the bandages. There’s a heaviness to his insides, a fragility to his outsides– like if he leans over far enough his belly will split open and spill lead onto the floor. He can remember a face. A woman’s face, drenched in sweat and ready to burst with tears. Nothing else. Not even his own name.

A man with a smarmy smile and a hairline scar greets him in his room as soon as he can sit himself up. He’s holding a picture– dead ringer. Feels stupid, but he has to ask who she is. 

The whore that shot you, that’s who she is. Ready to go on a hunt?

Hunting. He remembers hunting. Explains what lodges in his throat and pounds inside his skull when he thinks of your face. Must be hate. Must be anger. Must be betrayal. The last being worst of all to a creature who lives on loyalty (which he’s told he is).

The city is on a complete lockdown– no way in or out. Your cheap scent should be easy to catch.

You won’t be getting away with murder a second time.

[apomaro-mellow]

Govt gets kas!Eddie 6

Part 5

For the most part, everyone got used to Eddie and his new form relatively quickly. Considering his new attributes and the fact he was still working on forming full sentences, that itself was a feat. If anything, the part that took the most adjusting too was how he clung to Steve now. And he really clung. Steve was used to it, in private, at least. The first time Eddie hugged him from behind, pressing himself to Steve from shoulder to ankle, right when they were in the middle of discussing what to do about Vecna...well Steve thought he might die.

Everyone gave them looks but no one said anything. At least, not at the time. Steve wasn't ready for them to be completely out yet. But he wasn't going to push Eddie away. He thought he'd never get this again. Never see Eddie again, much less be held by him.

"I just don't get why he's so close with you all of a sudden", Erica said.

"I've been thinking the same thing", Mike agreed.

"They've got a weird bond", Dustin said.

"Yeah, but like, since when?", Lucas asked, also curious.

Eddie was out in the yard. It was dark out, so they weren't worried about anyone seeing him. And he'd gotten the urge to patrol lately. Maybe he could feel Vecna trying to get close or something? Either way, that left Steve to field the questions.

"He and I did go to school for years. Back when you guys were still in diapers", he snarked.

Dustin frowned. "Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you two are all-"

"Can we get back to the important stuff?", Steve cut him off. "Like anything else?"

"Okay, why are you in sweats all the time?", Erica asked. "Did you just give up on life or something?"

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. He got up just when more people came in through the front door. One of which was Hopper. Who had been giving him and Eddie odd looks from the start. Steve escaped to the laundry room to do a load. Once alone, he put a hand to his stomach. He'd gone for sweatpants more often lately, simply because suddenly his jeans stopped fitting.

He brought a hand to his stomach but snatched it away when Hopper appeared in the doorway. His arms were crossed as he looked Steve up and down. Steve opened his mouth to ask what was up but Hopper beat him to it.

"I don't know just what's goin' on with you and Munson. But I know it's something."

"Yeah...so?", Steve felt defensive.

"Is that really how you wanna live?"

"And what's that got to do with you, Jim?", Wayne asked, coming by with a basket of clothes.

"I'm not the kind to judge. I just don't think they need to flaunt it. Especially in front of the kids."

"Get your head outta your ass", Wayne said, setting the basket down.

Hopper uncrossed his arms and frowned. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. What they do when they're alone is none of my business, but-"

"No buts, that's the end of the sentence. It's none of your business. These boys have been through too much to have to deal with you or anyone else telling them how to live."

"You sound like you're ready to fight for it", Hopper took a step toward him. "You remember I'm a cop right? And that I served?"

"Yeah we all got Uncle Sam's letter", Wayne said, taking a step towards Hopper. "You're tellin' me you never met anyone like them? People who got more letters from 'brothers' than from any missus? No one who took extra long in the showers?"

"That was wartime, it was different."

Wayne grinned and his shoulders shook like he was about to laugh and Steve was struck by how similar he seemed to Eddie.

"You just worry about Creel's boy. This ain't a fight you're gonna win."

Hopper let out a breath and turned to walk away. Steve sighed in relief and only then did he notice he'd had a hand to his stomach, almost protectively. Wayne said nothing as he put the basket of clothes in the wash and Steve appreciated that. It gave him a moment to think of how he'd approach a certain topic with Eddie later.

It was about midnight when Steve felt Eddie slip back into the nest. Wayne had pretty much moved into the guest room upstairs. Robin was in Steve's bedroom. And some of the kids had taken up residence in his parents' bedroom. Eddie's arms wrapped around his torso. Steve could tell he was in a mood more romantic than lustful tonight. Before the change, they'd taken whatever moments alone that they could and they did so now too.

The first time they'd made love in this nest had been about two weeks ago and since then they'd done it about every other day. Steve would have blamed Eddie's new form for the insatiability but they were both like this before too. Every time they did it though, Eddie talked of breeding. Steve's hand went to his front, where Eddie's hands were.

"Ed?", he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Am I...? Eddie did you-did we-?" He huffed and turned around to face Eddie, then grabbed a flashlight and put it on the couch near their heads to illuminate the room without having to get up and hit a switch.

"Steve?"

Steve met his gaze and then slowly lifted his shirt. It wasn't just his jeans that fit different. His shirts too. And now, in the near dark with only Eddie to see, Steve could admit it. His stomach was growing.

"I think I'm..." The 'p' word was on the back of his tongue and Steve felt like nothing short of his stomach heaving would make it come up.

Eddie was looking at him in awe. His hands, sharp to the point, touched him as gentle as ever. He cooed and Steve felt it before his brain registered seeing it. A wriggling in his gut. Now if, perhaps, Steve had been born with a body that held the right parts to receive and grow new life, he mightn'tve been so surprised. But as it was, he was not. So he could be forgiven for his reaction.

"AAHH WHAT THE SHIT!"

And since all in the house were experienced veterans in their own way, it could also be expected that they'd all converge, various kinds of weapons in hand.

"What is it?!", Robin asked, holding one of Steve's trophies.

"Demogorgon? Are you cursed?!", Dustin shrieked, brandishing his dad's fraternity paddle.

The rest were looking around to find the danger. There was absolutely no way in hell that Steve was telling them he was currently carrying...something.

"There was a...uh a spider", Steve said. "It's gone now."

The rest of them groaned but visibly relaxed and returned to bed. Sure, Steve's reputation was shot even more, but it wasn't like most of them held him in super high regard to begin with anyway. He laid back down, trying to relax as well and Eddie's hand was instantly on his stomach.

"Pups", he said simply, looking at his stomach in pure adoration.

Steve gave himself a minute to process it. He thought Eddie had simply been all talk. But something was inside of him now. Something that was growing. Something that Eddie was already fond of. He thought about them before. The dreams they'd had, the life they had wanted. Steve had never been shy about wanting a family that included children. They hadn't known how that'd be possible, given their circumstances. But Eddie had assured him.

"Gonna give you everything you want, sweetheart. You deserve it."

Steve was brought back to the present by something soft touching his belly. Eddie's lips. Steve stroked his hair.

"Pups", Eddie repeated.

"O-ours?", Steve stuttered out.

"Ours", Eddie echoed, smiling up at him.

Leave it to Eddie Munson to keep his promises in the way people least expect.

Part 7 coming soon

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[hugsandchaos]

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose.”So- let me get this straight…”

He looked down at the two teenagers who summoned him. One of them, the blue haired girl, was slowly taking steps to get behind the boy. At the same time, the boy was stretching his arm out to protect her. He narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“You have no one to take to some event where you need a plus one, and instead of either staying home or going with your friends, you decided to try summoning the ghost king to ask for help?” Danny asked. He was glad he wasn’t putting up with any crazy cultists this time, but moments like this are a reminder of why some adults dislike teenagers so much.

The boy smiled sheepishly and nodded.”Well… yeah?” He said.

Danny sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.”Well, you’re out of luck. I can’t magic someone to life, and I’m not just going to take someone and force them to be your date.” He said.

The boy turned around to look at the girl. The girl shrugged before her eyes lit up as if she suddenly had an idea and whispered something into the boy’s ear. The boy’s jaw fell and he briefly glanced back at Danny before turning back to his-- friend? Sister?

After a bit of back and forth, the boy cleared his throat and looked up at Danny’s hovering form.“Well…. What about you? Could you go with me? Your highness? Ghost-iness?” The boy asked. His cheeks turned red as he spoke.

“Excuse me?” Danny blurted out flatly.

The boy’s cheeks turned red. He reached a hand back to rub his neck.“W-Well, I mean… You are kinda handsome and I can’t show up dateless, so…. Will you go with me?” He asked.

This wasn’t the most insane thing Danny had been asked by summoners — one asked him to kill an entire bloodline — but it still felt like it.

Danny thought about it. He had a list of believable lies and excuses that’d explain his sudden disappearance to his parents. But did he really want to go?

“When is it and how long do I have to be there?” Danny asked. Both teens looked at him surprised. The boy’s blush grew a little more noticeable.”I don’t have all night. I’m busy.” Danny added.

The girl glanced at her watch.”In about thirty minutes. I heard it’ll only last an hour or so.” She said.”This dude is gonna talk about space stuff and his job as an astro-engineer or whatever.”

The halfa was immediately sold and sighed.“Alright. I’ll go with you.” He said. He floated down onto the floor and held his hand out.”Since we’re apparently going to be dates, you can just call me Danny.” He said.

The boy lit up and clasped both hands around Danny’s.”I’m Manny!” He said.

[jewish-vents]

Just experienced antisemitism in public for the very first time in my life. I saw a post about a girl testifying against antisemitism and wanted to share mine, especially since i'm a French Jew too. This country is a nightmare for Jews and for the first time, I'm seriously considering moving out after I was verbally assaulted at my workplace yesterday. This past year I've been reading tons of posts and tweets about antisemitism and how much it impacts Jewish lives and I was horrified. But somehow I always was reassuring myself that nothing would be happening to me for some reason. I'm going trough it right now and I'm anxious, it made me question my whole opinion about Muslims/Arabs not gonna lie.

I just got a job in an airport and my company wants me to do some training and do some classes for the job. Everything was doing well, until the teacher asked each of us which countries we visited the past years. And since I've been to Israel and Dubai last year, I said it. I never meant to provoke or hurt anyone in the class. Immediately, a NorthAfrican/Arab guy in my class said "Israel is not a country, it's Palestine and it's occupied" I was like "??????" So I said gently and respectfully "No it's not, Israel is a beautiful country btw" and immediately this Arab guy said in a threatening manner, pointing his finger up "Be very careful of what you say, don't speak about Palestine. You're a Jew living in France this is not your land. Do you know supporting genocide and racism against Arabs is illegal in this country" (I live in PARIS btw) and I was like what on earth is going on... I was in shock this was pure antisemitism thrown in my face. I've never been racist against anyone, and I would never harm an Arab or a Muslim person just because they are. The f!ck.

I felt uneasy and not well, but the class went on, and the teacher was showing some pictures of products that are prohibited on plane and stuff. And the picture of a AK-47 showed up and the same Arab guy said "it's what the Palestinians used on october 7 al Hamdoulilah" I knew he was trying to provoke me and it worked. I gasped and told him "are you serious ?" Quickly, the teacher intervened to defend him saying "Palestinians are only using rocks, poor quality slingshots, they're defending themselves, he's right". I was boiling inside but I answered politely "They kidnapped and killed innocent people, it's not okay to defend a terror!st group in my opinion". And this Arab guy shouted so loud in the class saying "Stop trying to play the victim because you're Jewish!! there's no innocents in Israel! They tried to get their freedom back, they have an October 7 everyday!" - I was in shock. Not only he felt comfortable pointing out I was Jewish in a very negative manner ("playing the victim") but he was expressing freely his antisemitism in the class in front of everyone and the teacher included, justifying a terror act and no one opened their mouths. In fact some girls in the class were enjoying the "drama" and laughing.

It didn't stopped. Later in the class, the teacher was explaining how to help passengers in an airport, etc, and another one (Muslim guy) said "I don't care. If I meet French passengers trying to go to Israel in the airport, I will give them false informations, I will do everything in my power to stress them out and make them miss their flight, I hate THEM so much". When he said "THEM", I immediately understood he meant Jews, French Jews. And the teacher didn't said a thing, instead smiled. Just a bunch of people in the class simply admitting being ready to discriminate/threatens any average Israeli citizen/Jewish life, because of antisemitism. So scary. The situation was out of control. All because I said I visited Israel to answer the tutor questions regarding traveling. I realized how much you can be in danger just by mentioning Israel and I admit I regretted saying it. Would they have reacted the same if I told them I had visited Iran who makes women lives a living hell ? Or Afghanistan ? Or Syria ? Of course not.

I realized at that moment how much the pro-Palestine propaganda brainwashed them to the point they can no longer hide their antisemitism it in real life and think it's completely normal. How much can they hate a country they never visited ? People they never met ?

I couldn't wait until the class was finished. I was so angry at myself for not standing up more for Israel and exposing their antisemitism but I was scared for myself at the end, I don't want any problems. I just hate those classes right now and can't imagine having to support these coworkers, I get so much anxiety. I'm sorry but I just hate Arab/Muslims antisemitism. They are the first to point out islamophobia (rightfully) but then be vicious antisemites. Besides, the muslim men in the class made me uneasy. They felt superior to me because I was a Jewish AND a girl, and imposing their views on everyone. I'm even thinking of stopping the classes.. Just disgusting. I hate this feeling and I don't wanna feel like this forever. Why does it had to happen to me, I've never been hateful to anyone :(

I'm so sorry this happened to you Anon. I'd have been terrified too. You should reach out to HR or whatever similar entity you have there. I hope you stay safe, sending you so much love

-🐺

[princess-of-the-corner]

I can't help but think Marinette would be put off by Alya and Zoé. Socqueline was her last friend and she's not really close to anyone right now. Suddenly she's a year forwards and being told that this is your new best friend and this is Chloe's sister who is one of your closest allies. Have fun! And obviously Ghost tells her that yeah that's true but, she's has to be wary at first. Alya less so because she apparently trusted her with the important guardian role. And that's huge in her books.

But I can't help but think that Marinette would not trust Zoé at all. I mean this is Chloe's sister? Alright when is she going to reveal how awful she is. And even with her phone calls to Chloe and softening towards her. I think in a vacuum she can't bring herself to hold Zoé in high regard. Especially because Chloe tells Marinette about Zoé's past, and yes she is able to see Chloe's embellishments and exaggerations. But apparently nobody wants to tell Marinette about Zoé's past. Everyone just brushes it off and tells her "you can trust her". She values the truth and next to lying, withholding information is one her biggest red flags.

Yeah no like!

Basically the rest of the class Marinette is cool with, but she has mixed feelings on all of the new people in her life because they're total strangers and let's go over that:

Alya - She seems nice. Marinette is a little baffled at the new girl becoming her best friend, but they must've clicked in some way. The class and her parents say they're bffs, and clearly despite her past self's trust issues she entrusted Alya to handle the Hero stuff. She does feel guilty about that, seeing what feels like a stranger handle her mess.

Adrien - Confusing! On one hand, Marinette can see why she fell in love with him. He's kind and sweet and funny. But she also keeps hearing about things she did to win his affection and starts wondering if this is a good thing because now that she's looking at it without justifying 'True Love™!"...... why does Ghost!Mari look so guilty when he's around?

Chat - Equally confusing! Because on one hand that's the guy who was her Hero Partner but.... for some reason she's not supposed to trust him? Somehow telling him things led to everything imploding, but no one knows why not Alya not her Ghost self. Marinette hasn't experienced that intrinsic trust that her old self did, and looking objectively makes her wonder if there was a reason beyond luck that made things go wrong.

Zoé - Mari doesn't trust her. She seems nice, but she's Chloé's sister who has shown off mad acting skills? Maybe she's really nice, but what if this is a long-con? And it doesn't help that everyone probably knew she'd be paranoid and tried to hide the relation.

Kagami - Weird! Because like. This is a Marinette who isn't batshit in love with Adrien and even if she was Kagami isn't a love rival. So she has no reason to have beef with her and is totally open to potential friendship! The only red flag is her dating Felix.

Felix - At first she's assured that Felix is just Adrien's socially awkward cousin and totally trustworthy and she rolls with it. But every new fact she learns about the guy makes her want to kick his ass.

Luka - At first this is something that makes sense. He's Juleka's older brother! That makes sense for why Mari just now met him and how they got close quick! Then it's explained that they dated and they broke up because she kept bailing for Superhero Nonsense so now it's awkward.

Lila - Everyone kinda mentions Lila in passing but whenever Mari asks they're like 'don't worry she was a bitch we hate her now' instead of elaborating.

I thiiiink that's all the new ones

[resident-idiot-simp]

Laura and Wade

(x)

Laura is having a bad night she had a horrible nightmare and knows she won't be able to get back asleep. She's in the living just standing trying to figure out what the hell to do with herself. She doesn't have to wait long before footfalls catch her attention. She doesn't turn knows it's Wade by sound and scent alone.

He pauses as he sees her. "Hey mini." He greets her as he ruffles her hair. She grows lightly but doesn't do more then that. It brings him up short. "Ok I know you wouldn't be up at this time for any good reason, but the fact that you're not swiping at me tells me it's worse than I assumed." He muttered as he got a better look at her.

"You ok Mini?" He asked earnestly. Laura shrugged and Wade pursed his lips. "Do you want some ice cream?" He asked and Laura looked intrigued so Wade took that as a yes. He turned towards the kitchen and Laura followed after him.

"I'm up because nightmares are ass." Wade tells her knowing she's curious but also probably won't share unless he does first. Laura looks up at him following that confession, "What was the nightmare about?" She asked like she wasn't expecting an answer.

"Suffocating It's a pretty normal one for me. It's usually that any other torture from the Weapons X offshoot." Wade answered simply. He'd been having a nightmares since it happened he's gotten used to it.

Laura's eyes went wide at that, "Wait what? What do you mean Weapons X offshoot?" Laura asked confused and intrigued. "Meant exactly what I said mini terminal cancer patient with no hope? Perfect target for an experiment what the fuck else do they have to lose?" Wade asked sardonically.

Laura knew about the cancer objectively she did, but this was a part of the story that she didn't know. "How did they find you?" She asked and Wade shrugged as he started scooping out ice cream. "Not a clue fucker showed up at Sister Margaret's handed me a card. Told me they can make me a hero. I didn't believe a word of it, but the other option was a slow painful death." Wade hands over her bowl.

"You went and then what?" Laura asked. Wade smiled flatly, "injected me with stuff that was ment to make me mutate, added in Logan's DNA for the healing and attempted to jumpstart the mutation through torture." Wade said bitterly.

Laura froze as she stared at him and it went on long enough Wade noticed, "What?" He asked as he finished scooping his ice cream and putting it back up. "They used Papá's DNA?" She asked just to clarify. Wade nodded as he took a bite. "I don't know how much they could customize and how much was just pure luck of the draw, but his DNA was used specifically for the healing." Wade explained as he guested.

Laura couldn't help but see him differently with this knowledge. Wade was much more like her than she had assumed. What a family they made she thought sardonically three lab rats two of which were experiments of the first.

"I was having a nightmare about the lab " She told him and he just nodded his understanding and sympathy. She told him about it as they finished their ice cream. Wade washed out the bowls and after he finished flung a arm around her shoulders.

"Come on let's watch TV." He told her and she didn't protest. They ended up turning on How It's Made and Laura was enamored. Wade just laughed and asked if she'd seen it before, she hadn't. Neither realized they were drifting off once more.

Logan awoke to an empty bed which wasn't too unusual. However walking out of the room and seeing Wade asleep on the couch with Laura asleep on his chest was unusual. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight and couldn't help the purr that rumbled to life in his chest.

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[certifiedposeidonhater]

PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS PART 7 💙💙

1. He is EXTREMELY triggered by the sound of a woman or a child crying (like REALLY triggered)

2. He can’t not finish his food. If there is any food left on his or anybody else’s plate he HAS to eat it. Even if he is already full and feels like one more bite is gonna make him throw up, he has to finish his food. He got that from not having a lot of food growing up that now he feels like he’s wasting food if he doesn’t eat all of it.

3. He HATES doors slamming. It makes him feel like g*be is gonna come from the other room throwing beer bottles at him.

4. He will automatically start crying if any female figure of authority acts like they’re disappointed in him

5. HE IS SUCH A BIG INTROVERT

6. He has a terrible rbf so everybody in his classes and at camp always think he’s super mean until they talk to him and realize he is literally one of the nicest people ever (friendly reminder that he’s not exactly perceived as sassy. To everyone else he’s just the quiet kid who side eyes everyone.)

7. Sometimes his brain goes too fast for his mouth and he starts to stutter. It happened more when he was younger, but sometimes when he’s super nervous or excited it comes out and he hates it. (g*be used to make fun of it. Thalia started joking about it once and Percy got up and left the room (He was about to start crying.))

8. He’s extremely photogenic but hates people taking photos of him

9. He’s told Annabeth before “what if i’m actually a really terrible person and i’ve just manipulated everyone into liking me?”

10. He has a CRAZY high spice tolerance

11. He has fainting spells sometime

12. He can get really insecure about everything about himself. Anything from his body, his looks, his personality, his voice, anything. Annabeth always notices it and always makes sure to reassure him and give him extra love.

13. He is the WORST at taking compliments. e.g. “percy, you looks so pretty!” “yeah, pretty depressed.” or “percy! your eyes are so pretty!” “uh, sure. thanks?” or “percy, you’re actually really smart sometimes!” “i’m not but okay?”

14. He HATES ricotta but loves mozzarella

15. He has a really bad but really good immune system at the same time (he constantly feels sick, but he never rlly gets SICK sick.)

16. He wanted to be a firefighter as a kid

17. He agrees with Luke a LOT MORE than he wants to admit (he brought it up to Nico once (kind of as a joke) but Nico freaked out a bit. Percy knew better than to even mention a little bit of that feeling to Annabeth.)

18. ice cream = safety food (especially butter pecan (he eats it in a mug)) He also LOVES waffles.

19. He CANNOT explain his feelings for the life of him. Annabeth once convinced him to be honest with her about his feeling and he got halfway through a sentence then gave up, shut down, and drowned his sorrows in coffee and ice cream.

20. He experiences major revenge bedtime procrastination

21. He hates night times and mornings.

22. He’ll go on rants sometimes and a lot of the time the people he’s talking to just stop listening. He’ll notice and stop talking. (If Grover or Annabeth are there, they’ll listen.)

23. When he’s giving someone a high five, his hand actually never goes high. He always puts his hand at like waist level with his palm up and stuff.

24. He secretly hopes that sooner or later (hopefully sooner) he will go on a quest and never come back

25. He says sorry A LOT (for things that usually aren’t his fault and he can’t control)

26. Hes really superstitious

27. He gets annoyed super easily when it’s hot (heat rage is REAL yall)

28. HATES the quiet because it gives him too much time to think so he constantly has some sort of show or music playing in the background so it drowns out his thoughts

29. He was alone so much as a kid that he NEEDS alone time to energize himself

30. He has gotten flirted with by 65 yo women (read pedophiles) a LOT

31. He quotes vines CONSTANTLY

32. He walks silently because trauma

33. He’s left handed but writes with his right hand because that’s how he was taught in school

34. He has a great sense of direction but sucks with giving or taking directions

35. He has rejection sensitive dysphoria (even though he automatically assumes that everyone is going to reject him)

36. People will sometimes make jokes about how he must have orthorexia (an eating disorder) because he’s so in shape. It makes him really uncomfortable but he’ll never say anything about it.

37. He won’t eat until everyone else has grabbed what they want because he was so used to growing up with such little food and he always made sure his mom ate before him because he wanted to make sure she got enough

38. He cannot eat in front of someone unless someone is also eating

39. He cannot STAND the sound of his own footsteps because it makes him anxious and triggers his fight or flight response. He feels like someone’s gonna yell at him js for walking (and that’s on trauma 😘)

40. He either responds in 0.5 seconds, or will respond within 3-5 business days (depends on his mood.)

41. He lowkey has mild narcolepsy

42. He hates having to make decisions. big or small.

[stxrsniolo]

⠀⠀ ⠀✦ ⠀ :⠀⠀somnium⠀ ⠀💭 ⠀ . . .

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 notes : dear reader, this story will unfold over approximately 15 chapters, all of which have been meticulously outlined by yours truly (aka me, yes). it’s a slow burn between the characters, filled with a little bit of everything—from scenes not suitable for sensitive audiences to purely comedic moments, and even the classic teenage drama you’d expect from characters navigating this stage of life.

𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 pairing : dreambound!matt x lucid dream!reader

Chapter 02: Whispers in the Night

matt woke up feeling like a new man. after what had seemed like an eternity of restless nights, the encounter with heist in his dreams had been like a balm to his soul: his mood was lighter, his steps had a bounce, and for once, he didn't feel like he was dragging a hundred-pound weight behind him.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, and matt found himself actually looking forward to the day. his brothers noticed the change immediately.

"yo, did you finally catch some z's or what?" chris asked, his eyes wide with surprise as matt entered the kitchen with a spring in his step.

"yeah, i guess ya could say that," matt replied, his accent less pronounced today, the fatigue that usually weighed it down gone. "had one hell of a dream though."

nick looked up from his sketchpad, a grin spreading across his face. "must've been some dream if it's got you all... not grumpy."

matt chuckled, the sound foreign to his own ears. "let's just say it was interesting."

the day was all about content creation, and today, they decided to dive into the world of tiktok again, where their fans had been busy creating edits, thirst traps, and all sorts of content. setting up in their space, which was more like a mini studio with its lights and cameras, they logged into their account.

"alright, let's see what the crazies have cooked up for us," nick said, his fingers dancing across the screen to pull up the first edit.

the video started with a montage of matt's best moments from their vlogs, set to some upbeat pop song. matt couldn't help but laugh at the edits where they'd slowed down clips to make it look like he was winking at the camera.

"bro, i already said i don't wink like that!" matt protested, his laughter genuine, feeling the good vibes from his refreshed state.

then came the thirst traps, where fans had taken clips of them doing weird stuff, stretching, or just existing in their natural habitat, adding flirty captions, explicit songs and heart emojis.

"check this out," chris said, showing an edit where he was doing push-ups, and the text overlay read, "who needs a gym when you can have fresh love?"

they all burst out laughing, with matt clapping his brother on the back. "you're gonna give 'em heart attacks with those muscles, bro."

as they scrolled through, they came across ai edits, where their faces were superimposed onto various anime characters or even k-pop idols or some cool dance trend, moving to the latest hits.

"this is gold," chris said, his voice filled with amusement as they watched themselves doing a coordinated dance they'd never actually do.

the day flew by with laughter and banter, reacting to each video with more enthusiasm than usual. they even took suggestions from comments, diving into fan theories and ship names that made them blush and laugh in equal measure.

when dinner rolled around, matt was unusually eager to wrap it up, he ate quickly, his mind already drifting to the possibility of seeing the misterious girl again.

"you in a rush or something?" chris asked, noticing matt's speed.

"yeah, kinda. got stuff to do," matt said, not wanting to explain that his 'stuff' was hoping to dream again.

upstairs, he got ready for bed, his heart racing with both excitement and a touch of anxiety. was he going crazy, hoping to see a girl from his dreams again? he shook off the thought, slipping under the covers, the day's positivity fueling his hope.

and then... sleep came, swift and merciful.

in his dream, he was back in that bizarre, beautiful world, but this time, the setting had changed to an ice rink. there was heist, standing in the middle of the ice, looking like a deer caught in headlights, her wide eyes filled with fear.

"whaddya doin' out there, lookin' like you're about to freeze up?" matt called out, his tone thick with concern and amusement.

"i don't know how to skate!" heist shouted back, her voice quivering as she tried to stay upright.

without missing a beat, matt, who had once been on his high school's hockey team, glided onto the ice with confidence. "don't worry, i gotcha."

he approached her, a smirk playing on his lips. "ya know, it's not that hard. just gotta let me help ya."

heist, still terrified, clung to his arms as he steadied her. "this better not be your way of flirting, because i'm not impressed!"

matt laughed, the sound echoing in the icy arena. "nah, if i was flirtin', you'd know it. now, lean on me and move your feet like this."

he guided her, his hands on her waist, showing her how to move. their breaths were visible in the cold air, and their laughter mingled, creating a warm bubble in the chilly environment. every time she stumbled, he was there, catching her, their bodies coming closer than necessary, making the air around them charged with a playful, spicy tension.

"see, you're getting it!" matt cheered as she managed a few steps without clinging to him for dear life. "now, how 'bout we make this a little more interesting?"

with a mischievous grin, he spun her around, making her laugh and squeal, the sound music to his ears. "you're a terrible teacher!" she said, but her smile said otherwise.

"maybe, but you're a quick learner," matt replied, his eyes twinkling with delight. "and hey, if you fall, i'll be right here to catch ya."

just as they were getting the hang of it, heist's balance wavered, her eyes widening as she began to fall. matt reached out to grab her, but before he could, the dream began to fade. "no, no, no, no!"

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[nthspecialll]

I have to ask a question, and I'm about 99% sure this was your post, but I cannot for the life of me find it😭

I saw a post on Molly's mini-speech right before chapter 6 where she points to Mary-Beth and says "I ain't her", but then also points to Micah and says "I ain't him".

I wanted to talk about that on my twitter, but I can't find the original post, nor do I want to post my tweet without crediting you. Now, I'm pretty sure it was your post, but if not, that's fine and sorry to waste your time LMFAO😭

If it is yours, could you give me the link to it so that I can properly credit you in my post? Many thanks!

And I am like 99% sure it isn't me, I would recommend looking at Phoebe aka river-of-wine, she has a lot of Molly stuff. I haven't looked into that speech, but I can shortly talk about it, though I natually don't know what points you specifically want to talk about.

The speech she gives is her way of letting out the fustrations that she feels that has bottled up over the time that she has been in the gang. She was loved bombed by Dutch and came to expect that it would be the standard without knowing how Dutch actually is with women, however rather than being loved, she got abandoned.

She points out in chapter 3 not having been touched for weeks, in chapter four she feels like everyone is laughing at her so on and so forth, but while she is being abandoned she is watching Dutch fall head over heels for Mary-Beth and give his ear to Micah.

Molly watches as her role is being taken over by someone else and she is being thrown to the side. You can hear her complain about it in the earlier chapters, making it clear that she is annoyed with it, but she at the same time doesn't wish to annoy Dutch so she doesn't push as much as she wants to. But in chapter 5 when she is done, when she has taken that choice to die, she doesn't mind confronting him so she lets out her fustrations.

She was meant to be the one to get Dutch's love, but it ends up being Mary-Beth, she was meant to get his attention and be the one he listens to but that is Micah. She wants all that but she is not them so she doesn't get it.

I got a feeling I did not explain it as well as I wished but words ain't wording. However I hope you find the original post!

[megatruxfr]

Bam and Prank go on a night run (Batwheels fanfic)

GUYS its almost midnight over here in Holland and i said im hoing to bed early tonight cuz i have a test for German tomorrow but i really wanna write fanfictions about Batwheels, like my urge to do it has taken over so here i am, but its late and i need to sleep but i dont want to sleep but its late and i need to sleep-

Anyway, this is just a bored fanfic, it doesnt contain any smut or explicit content, because these are cars AND underage, its just "i promise we are friends" stuff. So here ya go :)

Fanfic: Bam and Prank go on a night race (DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY PLEASE)

Bam felt shivers running trough his body hearing Prank laugh in the distance. It was late at night and he had sneaked out of the batcave to meet up with Prank at the Gotham Pier, like they promised. It was weird, because Bam had noticed Prank was becoming nicer to him, it seemed. The more missions went by, the more the fighting between him and Prank became a rivalry. At least, thats what he thought, maybe Prank insisted on this whole thing because he wanted to mock Bam for being a "scaredy bat" or something else silly. Or maybe he was just being nice. You never really knew for sure with Prank.

"HEY THERE BAT BRO!!" a loud, hyper voice knocked Bam out of his thoughts, startling him. "There you are! I knew you would come!" The Joker Van shot out of his hiding spot, laughing like a maniac, driving a circle around Bam and braking right in front of him. "Sorry, did i scare you? Still a scaredy bat?" He grinned.

Bam sighed. "Prank, why did you bring me here?"

"I wanna race you!" Prank giggled. He then reared and closed in on Bam.

"Its almost midnight!" Bam said, driving backwards. "People are sleeping! We can't just drive around in the city like idiots, we are way too loud, we'll wake everybody up!"

"Pff, youre no fun, bat boy," Prank said while rolling his eyes. "Stop being goody two tires for once, Bam. Its Saturday, tomorrow you can sleep all you want."

"How do i know that?" Bam asked.

"Because every dumbo knows what a weekend is," Prank replied.

"No, i mean, how do i know you and the rest of the zoomers won't be causing some kind of mayhem tomorrow, like you always do?" Bam said, closing in on Prank.

Prank wasnt intimidated. Instead he just grinned. "Because tomorrow, i will be sleeping like a bear, because i will stay up all night!" He then took a sharp turn and drove around while laughing.

"You know how bad that is for you, right?" Bam tried, realizing how "goody two tires" he was sounding. It embarrased him. "Oh, what am i saying..?"

Prank broke and gave Bam an unimpressed look. "Stop saying stuff like that, your killing my vibe, bro."

Bam swallowed.

"You know what you need?" Prank drove up to Bam. "A weekend race."

"Trough the city?"

"No, on Saturn," Prank said sarcastically. "Of course trough the city. More ground, more fun!" Prank took some distance, giving Bam more space. "So, you down?"

Bam thought for a minute. He knew the others weren't gonna be happy. MOE would ask him why he wasnt fully charged, before he knew Batman might need him... Bam shook his head. He just had to get home on time. "Yeah. Yes, i'm doing it!"

A smile appeared on Pranks face. "Yes! Finally! Lets go, Bamster!" He suddenly went full gas and drove into the city. Bam followed him.

"WEEEEEEEEE!!!" Prank cheered, knocking over a traffic cone. "HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Youre having the time of your life, arent you?" Bam said while trying his best to keep up with Prank.

"I love night drives!" Prank yelled enthousiastically. "I can knock over every traffic cone and roadway sign, throw bricks at traffic lights, jump into fountains and start the junk fights i never have in the Scrap Yard!"

"Whats a junk fight?" Bam asked.

"Basically you play in a place with like containers and those little buildings with signs that always tell you you will die if you touch it, and you throw junk at each other," Prank explained while they took a turn. "Everyone wears a red little lamp, and when that lamp gets knocked off of you by a peace of junk, youre out. The last one driving wins." Prank giggled. "Its really fun, Bam! Especially when you play it without lamps and its just slap happy madness until everyone is tired and covered in junk."

"Does it have rules?" Bam asked, expecting a hyper "NOPE, HAHAHA!" But Prank answered:

"Only one. You can't physically touch eath other. If you lose a light when someone like knocks you over or something, it doesnt count. Oh yeah and the peeps that can fly either drive or can't fly above the rest. That rule we made for Quizz, because he kept taking massive amounts of junk and then throwing it at us from above. Wasnt fair."

"So thats why you made that rule?" Bam said.

"No, first we built a catapult and shot a junk ball at him, but it knocked him out of the sky and he couldnt fly for 2 days. Nice karma, but he wasnt happy. Then we made the rule." Prank laughed hysterically. "That was really fun! Well, maybe not for Quizz, but i have never laughed that hard in my life!"

Bam laughed at the thought of Prank and his friends shooting Quizz out of the sky with a ball of junk. As dumb as it sounded, Prank seemed to have much fun in his life despite committing so much crimes.

Prank jumped on a pair of dumpsters to climb up on a brick wall, on his way too the roof of the building they were at while giggling mischieviously.

"What are you doing? Bam said.

"I'm going up to the roof," Prank giggled as he used his grappling hook to go up. "I do this a lot."

Bam followed him again. He had never stayed out this late. It was silent in Gotham and normally he would be sleeping while charging in his garage, but now he was climbing to a rooftop of some building with Prank.

When they reached the top after a while, Bam saw it was lower then he thought. They could jump off of this.

"Whats the most fun thing you have ever done, Bam?" Prank asked while shaking off dirt from his tires.

"Well, our missions are always fun!" Bam said. "But i remember, last halloween we.. drove around town, chasing each other with lanterns and bringing candy around. Batman was driving with me, Batgirl was standing on Bibi throwing around candies and it was Robins first time driving Buff. We all had so much fun!" After that we kept laughing and talking about it when batman, batgirl and Robin went to sleep. Buff was super proud of Robin even though he had to assist a few times, he said, and Bibi wouldnt stop about Batgirl standing on her seating!" Bam smiled. "I wish we could do that next halloween."

"Wow," Prank said, surprising Bam, because Prank had actually listened to his story.

"Its cool, right?" Bam said.

"Yes," Prank said. "But honestly, youre always so disciplined, so sharp and super mature. I didnt really think you had that much fun in your life."

"I do wish i had a little more freedom like you sometimes. I always have to be near the batcave in case batman needs me, i have to drop everything i'm doing when theres an alert, i sometimes feel like i don't get much time to be a kid." Bam said. "From the moment i got my motherboard i had to take everything seriously. From that moment on already i had to be grown up. But i'm a kid." Bam stared at the street below him."

Again, Prank had listened. "Wow, Bam, i didnt know that." He stared too. "Sorry."

"No, its just, i love my work, but just a day or two in the garage, without training, alerts or someone behind my wheel, would just be really nice." Bam sighed. "Do you ever think that?"

"I always do what i want." Prank replied. "I never really have restrictions. Sure i was brought to life just so i could commit crimes, but last time Joker drove me, it was trough the McDonald's drive thru. And i live at a junkyard. I'm basically free to do whatever i want."

Bam sighed. "Can we continue driving?"

"What? Wanna go home?"

"No." Bam sighed again. "I want to drive as fast as i can. I realized how much i want that i cant do now, and i want to have fun and drive it off." He started his engine.

"Ooooh, there we go!" Prank revved his engine. "I'm following you!"

Bam jumped of the roof and zoomed through the street, not thinking of everything he was gonna knock over, not thinking of his route. For one minute, he just didnt care. After turning, he heard Prank whooping behind him and shouting encouragements.

"Fas - ter! Fas - ter!" Prank did a wheelie and catched up to Bam, driving beside him. "Youre fast, batbro!"

"I can go even faster!" Bam laughed while zooming off. "WOOOOHOOOOO!!"

"Go Bam!" Prank shouted. "Drive it out, bro!"

Bam found himself laughing. He was really enjoying this. He never thought he would drive late at night at full speed, especially not with Prank. But this was fun.

Prank was driving beside him again. They were both yelling and laughing as they zoomed down the dark streets of Gotham. This was definitley one of the best nights of Bams life. It didnt top the Halloween drive, but its was very fun and resfreshing. This was definitley happening again.

- Next day -

Bams eyes stung as he opened them. He yawned and stretched his wheels. They felt quite sore from all the driving last night.

Bam drove out of the garage where he found Bibi, Buff and Redbird playing a game. "Hey, Bam!" Buff drove up to him. "Slept well?"

"Yes, slept great," Bam nodded sleepily. "N you?"

"I stayed up reading comics with Bibi. Don't tell BC, please." Buff whispered.

"Bam?"

Bam turned around to see MOE beside him. "Oh, hey MOE!"

"Bam, you gotta charge up, you only have only 8% on your meter!" MOE gasped.

"Oh. Yeah. I - i'll do it." Bam drove into his garage while MOE attached him to the charger. "Totally worth it," he thought with a smile.

Luckily, neither MOE, BC or the other Batwheels questioned him. Bam rested a bit more, read some comics with Bibi and stood charging for a few hours, but not even halfway through he had already fallen asleep to his friends singing a song with BC.

"You gotta ro -o - o - oll with the changes..."

"Ro - o - o - oll with the changes!

You gotta ro - o - o - oll with the changes.."

"And it'll be alright!"

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Wrote this in an hour!! Hope you like it! Now i really gotta go eep xd <3

[twistedpartywolf]

i know theres literally nothing we know about him, but for next prompt.. Alex? :3

Okay here we go! Don’t know much about him tho. Also can someone explain to me what the OTP thing is for this? I thought it was shipping and stuff but now I’m not so sure.

Favorite Thing:

Despite not having such a big role, I love how the fandom loves him a lot. I also love his infected design, which can been seen above infected Roper.

Least favorite thing:

Kinda wished he had more appearance/ dialogue.

Favorite line:

“Give me a minute to check!” Relatable cause I used to be bossed around a lot.

BroOTP

Alex x Sunil cause I see lots of art of the two.

OTP

Alex X Caz

nOTP

Alex X Rennick

Random Head cannon:

Alex likes to draw and has sketchbooks. He likes to draw bugs the most, specifically moths.

Unpopular opinion:

I wish he had more lines, mainly when infected.

Songs I associate him with:

Cradles (sub urban)

Life is Fun (Boyinaband ft TheOdd1sOut) you all cannot tell me Alex and Sunil wouldn’t do a duet with this song.

Favorite picture of him

He looks so much like a disappointed mother 😂

[sah-crescentmoon]

I will have to thank you for that idea. I actually failed to mention something about Dalnim and I don't know why. Especially since it has been something I planned and added since the beginning but neer spoke about it. Not sure how I will add it in again. Oh, and I have finished making the omakes for All Eyes on You. Two parts, one for the adults and the second for the classmates. I should from now on add those to be sure no confusions occurs again haha especially because Dalnim is an unreliable narrator (I forgot that word lmao).

As you said, it would be nice to see the perspectives of others. I would love to see what Nayeon is thinking. Also, bro I forgot about Tokgasi. He is forgetable to me and I feel bad. Writing in other perspective does give a nice break on whatever dark stuff we be cooking up y'know? (I am mostly joking here).

About that, I have never thought of it? I did originally have him live with his sisteer, but it never made sense for me. I have it now that he lived somewhere that the school keeps an eye on. So, I guess a dorm. The last two years puts more emphasis on preparing them for military life, so instead of a self-study period, it is more about learning what kind of careers there are and how things will work. Sometimes, they will cancel history class in order to talk more about that if needed. In the omake, I reveal that Dalnim lives in the dorms and shares a room with a classmate (I may or may not be excited to share that!). While this isn't an important part of my story, it would be nice to have some background info y'know? I tried to make a schedule, but I forgot my high school schedule and it's all different now so I can't use that as reference. Did you know instead of 7 classes, they only have 4 now? I wished that was me, but I did like my classes before (except Adv World Literature. That teacher will haunt my dreams. Ok, I am being dramatic but she was the worst).

As for what they are eating... kimchi. That's it. I'm just kidding lol. Honest answer is that I never thought of that. My whole story doesn't revolve too much in the past. The past is just to explain the present. I would have done present first, but I felt it might be a bit too confusing since people would have too many questions and I am shy.

Oh! I know you mentioned making layouts. But that is more details than I thought. It's nice that you are doing that. Shows you are putting a lot of work into your story. I am excited to see where it goes. I would say do things seperately. If you are doing it digitally, you don't want to accidentally merge the layers and somehow the app won't let you undo it. It happens sometimes. It's safer to do it seperately in my opinion.

I am not too sure about layouts of villas (especially since I don't know what that is). But, it's fine to take some liberties if the changes are small or important. Do things as you wish to do as long as it makes sense to you. As someone who reads and looks at your work, I don't go out to fact check you or anything lol. As I always say: don't stress yourself with small details. If the details won't be noticed then don't worry about it. Maybe I am reading that paragraph wrong since reading comprehenstion does not exist for me :D

Thank you. It's been a bit hard to let go of that fact my family could not formally attend the funeral, but I know he will understand regardless. And sorry to hear that you also didn't get a chance to know your own grandfather.

I mean, true. Why break her heart? It's like my mom and sister hiding things from me to make sure I don't get hurt. I can see her grandfather and others being the same. They cares about her too much to hurt her even if it was in a way to protect her. Because it won't take away the fact that someone she is friends with is an enemy.

She is a spy without being a spy or knowing she is one. Though, I wonder if she would feel used if she ever realized that. I can't imagine how it would feel to be in that situation. But, I don't think anyone would allow her to get close to figuring that out.

I am sure you know this already, but if I remember correctly: Nayeon, the idol, has "bunny teeth" so she is referred to as a bunny. Though, she shaved her teeth so they wouldn't resemble the teeth of a bunny. I think she got rid of them. So, there is a chance that is where the name meaning comes from. Because looking at at leat 6 hanjas, means either beautiful or something else. And idols having bunny related traits (personality or physical traits) is quite popular within Kpop communities. I still think the name fits. Sure, it can be double beauty. But, hey, Nayeon is a beauty due to her pure soul and because of her friendlieness. It's like finding a nice flower growing in a harsh environment. So, even if Nayeon did not mean "Cute Bunny", I think the name is cute regardless.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

Any clingyduo headcanons? Or any duos in general

I can't think of much of anything currently but I have been thinking of the fact I don't know how to tie a tie so I just went with that lol

Whereas cTommy had cWil to teach him basic necessities like how to tie a tie for a suit, cTubbo only ever had a negligent, drunkard father before he and cTommy met. Hearing this, cTommy took it upon himself to be the one to try and teach cTubbo how to tie a tie always help him when he struggled, which was often.

Eventually it became a routine for them to put on their suits in the same room so cTommy could get help with the small buttons—which he struggled with because of his perpetually shaking hands—and cTubbo would get help with the tie.

This routine abruptly ended both times cTommy got exiled. Luckily cTubbo could pass on not wearing a tie the first time around, being not too high of a position in the office to worry about looking that professional, but the second time he wasn't so fortunate.

When cTubbo would come into office with a loose, messy tie the week after cTommy was exiled everyone assumed it was due to his grief. The next week it was shrugged off as stress. The next month a rumor had started that the president had inherited his supposed father's drinking habits, and it was this rumor specifically that gave cRanboo enough courage to pull cTubbo aside one day and offer help to fix his tie and properly explain how to do it, or at least better than cTommy could.

thats all i got, im too tired to add more or come up with a coherent ending, sorry !!

[almondpiglet]

kabru wips as i figure out how i wanna draw him...

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