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#w359#wolf 359#doug eiffel#douglas eiffel#for anyone who cares about context:#basically i have this pet fic idea in my brain#because i feel like we never properly got to deal with the trauma of. yknow. U.S.S. Horrible Unending Nightmare#and i was like ok then well its super easy to break things in the haephestus for plot reasons#lets break the heating for a bit :)#yknow like in pan-pan#and the idea is eiffel is the one who goes out and reboots the heating this time#cuz hes getting antsy in there and he wants to do it himself thanks#except. when he goes and does the thing#it kinda. jitters everything unpleasantly#and it causes that section of the ship to lose power momentarily#but ofc all eiffel can think as he shouts for hera or minkowski or ANYONE#is that. oh god no hes trapped again and alone and hes going to die slowly here and he can feel himself freezing all over again and and and#anyway the gang has to go get their boy and try and calm him out of the panic attack of a century#there we go context enjoy
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like âlol sameâ#but idk :/#this chapter is from jasonâs pov#and leading up to it heâs like âpeople keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab woundâ#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyoneâs like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like itâs echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#âyou should never feel that wayâ âim here if you need anythingâ#but he doesnât make percy feel alone in his desire to justâŚ. end it all#which ik for some people that doesnât work but youâre not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he canât tell annabeth bc sheâs a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesnât wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like âyo i understand it bc i felt the same way#thatâs gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy heâs supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also itâs just insane how jasonâs wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and iâll never shut up about it#also ignore me iâm just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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Trigger warning: discussions of death. Not a main character, but it does happen. Lots of angst. Lots of hurt/comfort. Iâll post it in the tags as well.
Steve has a problem.
Itâs not a big problem, not really, but his brain wonât let it go and is making it a bigger deal than it really is.
Eddie wonât ride in his car alone.
With the kids, sure; heâll practically dive into the backseat, noogie Dustin, generally make a nuisance of himself.
But if itâs just the two of them? If Steve insists on driving, Eddie will take his van. Thereâs no problem if Steve wants to ride with Eddie. But the other way around? Eddie riding with Steve? That doesnât happen. And Steve has no idea why.
âTalk to him, Dingus,â is Robinâs advice. Heâd flip her off, but unfortunately he thinks sheâs right: this is something theyâre gonna have to talk through.
So Steve pulls on his big-boy pants and marches himself to the Munsonsâ trailer, knocking on the door and waiting expectantly.
He doesnât expect Wayne, but maybe he shouldâve, because thatâs who answers the door. âHi, Steve. Youâre here for Eddie, I bet, heâll be in his room.â He moves aside to let Steve in, and Steve thanks him after a second before moving down the hall to Eddieâs room.
He hears him before he sees him; or, more accurately, he hears his guitar. Heâs playing the acoustic tonight, instead of his usual sweetheart, so Steve knocks instead of walking in like heâd usually do.
The guitar stops, and Steve hears it being put down, hears a heavy sigh. âWayne, Iâm not really in the- oh.â He opens the door as he speaks and blinks at Steve. After a second, he smiles. âHey, man, câmon in.â
Steve blinks. âUh. Are you okay?âÂ
Eddie purses his lips. âDefine okay. Iâm not currently being eaten by bats, yâknow? But playing the acoustic always reminds me of my Ma.â
âAh.â Steve shifts. âSorry, man. Maybe I should come back later.â
Eddie shrugs. âYouâre here now, arenât you? I canât be that terrible company.â
Steve snorts. âNo, I just⌠I had a question, but it can wait.â
Eddie tilts his head. âYou do that a lot, yâknow?â He turns, sits on his bed. Motions Steve into his room.
Steve sits next to him, more comfortable here than in his own room. âDo what?â
âPut yourself last.â He shrugs. âYou can ask me. If I donât wanna answer, I wonât.â
Steve scrunches his nose. âOkay, fine. Why wonât you ride in my car?â
Eddie frowns. âI do, though? Hell, I did what, two days ago? You, me and Dustin went to that comic store in Indy.â
âOkay, let me rephrase. Why wonât you ride passenger in my car, alone? Without any of the kids? And even two days ago you were in the backseat with Dustin.â He shrugs. âItâs not a big deal, Iâm just curious.â
Eddie takes a breath. âNo, itâs- yeah. You should know.â He clears his throat, grabs the acoustic again. Plays a riff of some sort, fingers dancing over the frets. âI think I feel like I have to save everyone. Or at least be in a position where I can save them, if the need arises.â He swallows, takes another breath. His fingers still. They tremble over the strings. âDid I ever tell you how my ma died?â
Now itâs Steveâs turn to inhale sharply. He shakes his head. âWe can stop,â he says. âYou donât have to tell me.â
Eddie smiles ruefully. âI do, though.â He shakes his head. âI was⌠I was six. It was three days before my seventh birthday. We were driving home from the city. Ma was drivinâ, anâ she let me sit in the front seat, since it was almost my birthday. Or- thatâs what she said. I think it was so we couldnât stop her. Couldnât save her.â He swallows. His eyes are glassy. His accent is thick, the way it gets when heâs thinking about her, or when heâs emotional. His left hand grips the neck of the guitar tightly. Steve worries for his fingers. âWe werenât goinâ that fast, even, but fortyâs enough when-â he shakes his head, looks away. Coughs out something that wanted to be a sob. Steve takes the guitar, takes Eddieâs hand. Puts the guitar down. Doesnât let go of Eddie. âShe unbuckled her belt. Dad didnât see it. I did. Didnât say anythinâ. Maybe I shouldâve, I dunno.â He squeezes Steveâs hand. âThen it all happened so fast⌠she smiled at me, anâ opened her door, anâ next thing I knew-â he wipes at tears on his cheeks. âDâyou know what happens to a human head under the wheel of a car at forty miles an hour?â
Steve gasps, grips Eddieâs hand just as tightly. Pulls Eddie in when he begins to shake. âAnâ I know why, now,â he whispers. âDad werenât good to her. Iâunno what he done tâher. I know she did what she could. But I was there. I was right there.â He sniffles, trembles with the effort of keeping his sobs in. Somehow succeeds. âSo thatâs why. Figure if a kid were to try⌠I could stop âem. Figure if you were to tryâŚâ
âYou could stop me.â Steve holds him tight. âI wonât,â he whispers. âI swear to you, I wonât.â
âI know,â Eddie whispers back. âBut I gotta be able to try.â
âChrist, Eds,â Steve whispers. âI was gonna ask if youâre okay but thatâs a stupid question.â
Eddie giggles, still teary-eyed. âJust a little bit.â
Steve pulls away to look him in the eye. âIâm staying tonight, okay? Nightmares are always worse after something like this.â
âThen you should go home,â Eddie argues. âSleep while you can.â
âNightmares are always easier with someone else.â
âDamn you, thatâs true.â They both laugh a little.
Just then, Wayne comes in with two steaming mugs. âListen to your boy, son,â he says to Eddie, handing over one of the mugs. He gives Steve the other with a wink. âLavender tea with a shit ton of honey. Learned it from my ma.â
âNot my boy, Wayne,â Eddie grumbles, but thanks him for the tea anyways.
Steve thanks him too, and he winks again before leaving. Eddie rolls his eyes. âIâd apologize for him, but youâd just defend him.â
âHey, I like Wayne.â
âI know. Sometimes I think you like him more than you like me.â
Steve chuckles. âNever. Youâre my favorite.â He moves so theyâre sitting shoulder to shoulder, drinking their tea, leaning against each other. Itâs peaceful, and soon enough Eddieâs yawning and dropping his head onto Steveâs shoulder. âImma pass out soon.â
âThen letâs get you up to brush your teeth before you do.â
Eddie groans like the toddler he secretly is. âI donât wanna.â
âYeah, and you donât wanna go to the dentist to get teeth pulled, either, now do you?â
âShuddup.â
âWow. Real master of words here. Really feeling that Dungeon Master power.â
Eddie thumps his arm, but snickers, and really thatâs what Steve was going for in the first place, so he just smiles and leads Eddie to the bathroom.
Soon enough theyâre in bed, tucked in next to each other, not quite packed like sardines and itâs only because of the heat outside that Steve isnât more upset not to have more of a reason to touch Eddie. âNight, Eds,â he murmurs, smiling when Eddie rolls over to face him and is temporarily blinded by his own hair. Steve helps move his hair, grabs at Eddieâs hand when heâs done. âWake me up if the nightmare doesnât, okay?â
âCâmon, Steve, I can deal with them-â
âI know you can,â Steve answers. âBut I want to be up if you are. I want to help if I can. Please, Eddie?â
Eddie sighs after a second. âDamn you,â he says, âI canât say no to you.â Heâs smiling, despite his words, so Steve smiles back.
âThank you.â
âGânight, Stevie.â
âNight, Eds.â
Steve wakes up to Eddie crying out in his sleep. Even with his eyes closed, heâs got tears streaming down his cheeks. Steve sits up, turns on the lamp, and puts a hand on Eddieâs shoulder. âEddie?â
He rolls over, away from Steve, and continues sobbing. âEds? Are you awake?â No answer, so Steve puts his hand back on Eddieâs shoulder and shakes a little. âEddie, wake up!â
Heâs up with an aborted yell and a flail of limbs, sitting up and staring into the darkness of his room, trembling. He sniffs and turns to face Steve, finally realizing heâs there, and Steve opens his arms for a hug.
He collapses into Steveâs arms, face mashed into the side of Steveâs neck, arms snaking around Steveâs torso to give an ineffectual tug. Steve takes the hint and inches closer until theyâre practically hip-to-hip. âYâwanna talk about it?â He asks. Eddie sniffs and shakes his head. âYâwant me to talk? To distract you?â Eddie nods. âOkay. Uh⌠I may have bitten myself in the butt with this one, âcause Iâm not a great storyteller, not like you are, but did you know we actually met in middle school?â
No answer. âWe did. Hawkins Middle was putting on its annual talent show. Now, back then, I was nobody. No one knew me, my name, my parents⌠nothing. I had one friend named Tommy, who Iâd grown up with. Of course, you know him, and you know what happened between us, but he was my only friend back then. I didnât tell anyone, but I signed up for the talent show. I didnât even know what I wanted to do, I just knew I wanted to do something. Iâve always had a pretty decent voice, so I figured I could just sing, if I couldnât figure out anything else to do. Knew Iâd at least beat out Tammy Thompson.â He shifts so Eddieâs hair is no longer a choking hazard and pets his hand over Eddieâs head, doing his best to tame the wild curls. âSo itâs the night of the talent show, right? And it feels like the whole school is there. Iâm sitting backstage, peeking through the curtains, and am about to have my very first panic attack. Someone bumps into me and knocks me over. They tell me to watch where Iâm going, even though I wasnât moving. So now Iâm on the ground, thinking about the crowd, and the noise is getting to be too much, and someone grabs my hand and it all⌠stops. Just like that. Itâs silent, other than, like, a ringing sound in my ears. And this boy, the one who grabbed my hand, kneels in front of me, puts my hand on his chest-â Steve demonstrates, moving so he can grab Eddieâs hand and put it on his chest, just over his heart. â-and tells me to breathe with him. In, out. In, out. He raised his hand when we breathed in, and lowered it when we breathed out. In, out. In, out. And when my breathingâs calmed down, he tells me to name five things I can see. And you know what I said first?â
Eddie furrows his brows. âMy⌠my hair?â
âYup,â Steve nods. âBut youâd just had it shaved off, so dâyou know what I really saw first?â
âWhat?â
Steve giggles. âYour ears.â
Eddie groans and ducks his head, pressing his forehead into Steveâs chest. âHated my ears.â
âIâm gonna say something thatâs gonna sound mean, but is actually a compliment,â Steve warns him. âYour ears reminded me of Dumbo. I always loved that movie, the reminder that we donât have to change who we are in order to be loved. That sometimes the things we hate most about ourselves, the things people tease us about the most, are actually the things that help us most, in the end.â He guides Eddie to lay down. âAnd Iâm not saying your ears are what saved you. But I am saying they reminded me that everything, maybe, isnât entirely hopeless.â He smiles, tucks Eddieâs hair behind his ear. Says, âI like your ears.â
Said ear burns red. âYouâd be one of the few.â
âThatâs okay.â
âWhatâs your thing? Your⌠ears?â
Steve hums. âDid you know I cried a lot as a kid? I was very emotional, very easily moved. My dad always hated it, so I learned to cover it up. But I think itâs what got me here in the end. I couldâve told Dustin I didnât have time to help him, but I didnât. I got roped into this whole mess, but itâs how I got to know him and the kids. Itâs how I got to know Robin and you.â
Eddie smiles. âIâm glad you cried as a kid.â
Steve laughs. âYeah. Me too.â He shifts, a little closer, a little more down the bed so their eyes are level. âDâyou wanna talk about it?â
âThereâs nothing I want less.â
âDâyou think you can sleep?â
Eddie takes a breath. Steve feels the exhale over his cheek. âMaybe.â
âMâkay. Lemme know if you canât.â
âOkay. I wonât.â
âEddie.â
He giggles. âIâm kidding. Iâll let you know. I just⌠wonât stop talking at you until you answer.â
Steve hums, lets his eyes slip shut. âIâll always answer.â
âYeah,â Eddie says, so soft. It makes something warm unfurl in Steveâs chest. âI know you will.â
Steve reaches out, squeezes Eddieâs hand in answer. Lets sleep drag him down the way itâs wanted to since he lay back down.
He doesnât think about the fact that their hands are still clasped.
Heâs the first one up in the morning, and heâs a little annoyed by it because theyâd shifted during the night, so Steve is no longer facing Eddie.
His annoyance lasts for all of two seconds before he realizes thereâs a warm weight behind him and over his hip, and he figures out itâs because Eddie is behind him, arm over Steveâs hip, fingers curled against the little bit of skin visible from Steveâs shirt riding up during the night.
Steve smiles, sighs, and lets his eyes sink shut again.
He doesnât sleep, just kind of drifts, so he feels it when Eddie wakes up. He feels him tense in a stretch, feels his forehead press against Steveâs spine, feels his fingers curl farther into Steveâs stomach.
He feels Eddie wake up fully and realize the position heâs in. Feels him hum, then stiffen, slowly pulling away. Steve aches about it, but doesnât move until heâs out of bed completely, taking the time then to roll over as if heâd just woken up. âMârnân,â he mumbles, not exaggerating the sleep-rough in his voice at all.
âMorninâ,â Eddie yawns. âHowâd you sleep?â
Steve hums, stretches, sits up. âThink I should be asking you that.â
Eddie smiles. âI slept fine. Now how about you?â
âNo more nightmares?â
âNot at all. Think you chased âem all away.â
âGood.â
âSteve.â
âWhat?â
âHow did you sleep?â
âOh. Fine. Great.â
Eddie hums, but takes his word for it, offers his hand to help Steve up, which he accepts.
âCan I ask you something that Iâm pretty sure youâre not gonna want to answer?â
Eddie grins crookedly. âYou can ask me anything, Stevie. If I donât wanna answer, I wonât.â He sits back on the bed, next to Steve. âWhat is it?â
âWhat was your dad like?â
Eddie blows out a breath, looks away. âJesus, first thing in the morning, too. Uh⌠yâknow how you said your dad is a grade-A asshole?â
âYeah.â
âYeah. Last I heard, heâs in the state prison for the next⌠five? Ten? Years. I dunno, donât really keep track. Was just little things at first, petty theft, then he got an ego and started stealing cars, met a guy who could clean âem, and he justâŚâ he shakes his head. âWayne says he got too big for his britches. I say he got what was coming to him. He tried to rob someone and it⌠didnât go well. He got caught, the owner tried to scare him off, swung first, but it doesnât matter who swung first when heâs dead and my dad was trespassing, right? Tried to say it was self-defense, butâŚâ
âBut he was trespassing,â Steve nods.
âExactly. He got twenty-five for that, and itâs been⌠twelve years? So I guess heâs got⌠thirteen left. Not five or ten. Guess it feels like heâs been gone that long.â He sighs. âI went to live with Wayne before that, though⌠I had a friend, he was my best friend, and my dad⌠really didnât like how close we were. Spit out a coupleâa slurs, said something about sending me to a camp.â Steveâs breath catches. âI called Wayne that night. Poor guy drove that night, was there by⌠one in the morning? Picked me up and Iâve never looked back.â He shrugs, picks at his comforter. âTurns out Dad was right about me, but Wayneâs never had an issue, so.â He shrugs. His fingers belie his nerves.
âI think, if I were to ever tell my dad,â Steve says quietly, âa camp would be the least of my issues.â
Eddieâs fingers still for a second before continuing, not fidgeting quite as quickly as before. âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âThen itâs a good thing you donât have to tell him.â
âI think I do, though.â
âHow so?â
âHeâs got this⌠way. Of just proving himself right, every time. Itâs why I havenât left yet. He always finds a way to twist it around and show me I canât make it on my own. Not on my Family Video salary.â
Eddie hums. âMaybe not on your own,â he admits. âBut with a person or two? Thereâs Family Videos in other cities. Ask to transfer. Robinâs been making noise about heading to Indy, right?â
âI think she just wants out of Hawkins, and Indy is the only feasible place to her.â
âVery understandable. Where would you go, Steve? If you could go anywhere?â
Steve sighs. âThatâs the problem, though. I canât leave the kids.â
Eddie chuckles. âI shouldâve known. Then why not find a place in between? Maybe on the edge of town?â
âWeâre still both on a Family Video salary. I donât think even combined we could afford anything.â Steve tilts his head. âYou said a person or two. Whoâs the other person?â
âAh,â Eddie says. âWell, not to come between the platonic soulmates, but Iâm sure Wayne would love to have his life back.â
Steve snorts. âRobin loves you almost as much as I do, Eds, of course youâre welcome.â
Eddie ignores that, for the sake of his own sanity. âWell,â he says instead. âMaybe itâs time to take a crack at those newspapers Wayneâs been hoarding.â
âMaybe it is,â Steve says, a strange sort of smile playing across his lips. âAnd I can ask people. Youâd be surprised at the amount of gossip I hear at work.â
âOh, I believe it, trust me. Or are you forgetting I use to hang around Sam Goody?â
âOh, god,â Steve laughs, âI had forgotten that, yeah.â He sighs. âDâyou think we wouldâve been friends back then? If weâd known each other?â
âI donât think so.â Eddie chews at his bottom lip. âNot because of you, but because of me. I was still stuck in that high school hierarchal shit, yâknow? I wouldâve seen you as an asshole jock even though you werenât anymore.â
âI think Iâm still working on it.â
âI think weâre all working on being who we want to be.â He stands and offers Steve a hand up with a grin. âAnd yâknow what helps with that?â
Steve chuckles, places his hand in Eddieâs. âWhatâs that?â
âPancakes,â he says decisively. âCâmon, letâs go bully Wayne into making us some.â
âAnd by bully, you mean ask once.â
Eddie hums. âSame difference.â
He waltzes into the living room, arms spread wide. âSir Wayne! Our visiting prince has requested pancakes this fine morn.â
Wayne squints at him. âIâm your king, dipshit,â he says, lip quirked up in a smile as he winks at Steve. âMake your own damn pancakes.â
âWayne!â Eddie cries. âBetrayal! Betrayal of the highest order!â
âYouâll live,â Wayne deadpans. Steve giggles.
Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne. âFine,â he says. âWe will make our own. But there shall be no extra for you, sir!â
Following him to the kitchen, Steve says, âWeâll make extra.â
âDonât hurt yourself,â Wayne returns, âbut Iâd âpreciate it.â
In the kitchen, Eddie sighs with his head halfway in a cabinet. âOkay, so we donât have mix.â
âThatâs okay,â Steve says. âI can make them from scratch.â
âOr,â Eddie says, turning to Steve with a grin. âWe can go out.â
âWe could,â Steve allows. âBut then Wayne wouldnât get any.â
Eddie hops backwards onto the counter and leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. âYâknow how I said we wouldnât have been friends if weâd met earlier?â
âYeah.â
âIt really wouldâve been entirely my fault.â He sighs. âYouâre just⌠so nice. And it wouldâve been unbelievable, for me, because the Munson Doctrine dictates that all jocks are assholes and stay jockish assholes. I think what happened⌠had to happen, if we were gonna be friends.â
Steve worries his lip. âThen⌠is it bad if I say Iâm glad it happened? If only for that reason?â
âOnly if Iâm also glad it happened, for that reason,â Eddie responds quietly. âYâknow the only other person Iâve told about my ma is Jeff?â
âIâmâŚâ he pauses, scrunching his nose. âI wanna say Iâm honored, but that sounds weird.â
Eddie chuckles. âI know what you mean, Stevie.â
Steve nods, and they stay there for a minute, looking at each other, until Steve looks away with a sigh. âAlright,â he says, pancakes?â
Eddie gusts out a sigh. âPlease.â
Steve chuckles and shoves the flour towards Eddie. âHere. Two cups.â
Eddie frowns. âOnly?â
âFor now. We can always make more later if we need to.â
Eddie shrugs, but nods at Steve, as if deferring to his expertise. âDâyou have eggs?â
âUh.â Eddie checks the fridge, then the cabinet. âNo, but weâve got Spam?â
Steve snorts. âThat works. Wanna cut up a can and fry it?â
âWorks for me.â
And so they work, side by side, until breakfast is ready and theyâre all three eating side by side.
After, Wayne stretches in his seat, glances at the clock, and mutters something underneath his breath as he gets up. âThanks for breakfast, boys. Steve, you gonna be here for dinner?â
âUh,â Steve says, glancing at Eddie. âUnless Ed kicks me out.â
âNever,â Eddie swears.Â
âIâll pick up burgers on my way back,â Wayne decides. âThat work for you two?â
âDefinitely,â Eddie nods.
âSure. Thank you, Wayne.â
âSon,â Wayne starts, then shakes his head.Â
Steve gets the message: he belongs here. His cheeks burn. âThanks, Wayne,â he murmurs.
Wayne ruffles his hair as he passes.
âSo,â Eddie asks, once itâs just the two of them. âAny plans for the day?â
Steve makes a face. âI gotta work at two, but Iâm free till then.â
Eddie snorts. âLemme guess, youâre working alone?â
âYeah.â
âWell not today!â Eddie says brightly. âWhy donât I come with?â
Steve blinks. âBecause⌠why would you?â
âCause youâre my friend, Stevie. I wanna hang out with you but I canât do that if youâre at work and Iâm here.â
Steve snickers. âI guess we can talk about moving in together. Tuesdays are always the slowest day of the week.â
âYeah! Wayneâs got the papers around here somewhere.â He trails off, looking around, then bounds over to the TV with a triumphant, âHa!â He reaches into the crate the TVâs sitting on and pulls out a stack of newspapers. âOkay, we donât want anything from last year⌠beginning of this year might be too oldâŚâ he hesitates, looking at Steve. âMaybe since Spring Break? A lot of people moved out.â
Steve hums, moves closer. âGood point. Thereâs bound to be something on the edge of town.â He sighs as he sits next to Eddie. âThe only problem is Robin doesnât have a car, or even her license. And if Iâm working here, and sheâs trying to work in Indy, howâs she gonna get there?â
âWell,â Eddie begins, âwho says you have to stay at Family Video? Why not stretch your wings out? Try something else? Indyâs a big city with lots of opportunity. How about this.â He shifts so heâs facing Steve. âIf you could do anything in the world, work anywhere, what would you do? Where would you work?â
Steve fidgets with his pant leg as he thinks. âA bakery,â he decides softly.
Eddie stills for a moment. âI feel like I shouldâve seen that coming. Youâd be a great baker, Steve. Or if you want to just sell the baked goods, youâd be great at that, too. Hawkins is small enough we donât have need for a bakery. Not when you can get everything you need at Melvaldâs. But Indyâs big. I pass by two bakeries every time I head into the city.â He puts a hand on Steveâs knee. âStay at Family Video for now. But when we move, you can apply to those places. Yeah?â
âYeah,â Steve nods. He can feel his cheeks heating up, feel the excitement coursing through his body. âYou really think I could?â
âSteve.â Eddie sighs. âI think you are so much better than you see. I think you can do anything.â
âI dunno about anything.â Steve ducks his head as he blushes. âBut, uh. Thank you.â
Eddie smiles. âFor?â
Steve looks up at him. His breath catches, for a second, at the look in Eddieâs eyes. He looks away with a shrug even as his cheeks heat up. âBelieving in me, I guess.â
âAnything,â Eddie promises again.
Steve looks at him again. Really looks, even as his cheeks heat uncomfortably warm. ââŚAnything?â
Without looking away, Eddie grabs his hand. Rubs his thumb over Steveâs knuckles. Whispers it again.
Steve leans in and kisses him.
Eddie kisses back.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#starambles#tw character death#cw character death#Iâm imagining Eddie goes to Family Video with Steve that day and eventually puts on a vest another employee had left there#He does more work than Steve#Except for when the old ladies who hate Eddie on principle come in#Eddie finds out Steve can out-bitch them#He falls more in love#He does in fact have to excuse himself to the back after that. Yes they kiss about it later#I literally googled âhuman head getting run over at 40mphâ and I think the FBI agent in my phone is officially Worried#Oh well. He knows Iâve seen worse#Also in case you were wondering. I couldnât find any concrete answers. But I got Enough#No beta we die like Eddieâs mom apparently????#(Too soon?)
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*points at bruce and danny in 'late at night when the nightingale sings'* THESE TWO MFERS MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEEE
no thoughts head empty just these two socially inept fools finding family in one another. like yes you go you funky little death omens stole that one from a comment on the fic, so if you see this you know who you are, discover that family isn't only tied in blood.
bUT onto less mushy stuff: these two being shenaniganizers; tomfools. Bruce realized that Danny didn't actually know he was Bruce Wayne and instead of going "oh actually im bruce wayne" he went; "hrm... how long can i keep this going until he realizes...."
like. i think they deserve to be the sillies. just utter goobers the both of them. like, danny makes the wittiest side comments, dry quips, under his breath towards Bruce while they're out in public (Danny covering his face with a face mask) and Bruce is trying not to laugh. Meanwhile if Bruce makes one sly comment about someone to Danny, Danny's gonna collapse with laughter.
Bruce plays straightman in most of their bits, he has the best fucking poker face. But also I firmly believe he does actually enjoy Danny's puns. Look me in the eyes- look me in the eyes. Try and tell me that a man that willingly agrees to call a car "the batmobile" even after his eight year old ward grows up (thus negating the need to go along with his antics) doesn't enjoy a good, well-placed pun. Look me in the eyes and try to tell me that. That's right you can't.
He's gonna spit out a well-placed pun in the driest, most boring Batman Voice Ever one day while he's getting ready for patrol, and Danny's gonna fucking die of laughter. He's gonna lose his mind. Bruce is going to have a half-dead sickly teenager laughing his lungs out in the chair. That's a new core memory right there, every time Danny thinks about that he's gonna start giggling.
just!!! these two making each other laugh! That's so important to me. So so much. I nEED Danny to get Bruce to smile and laugh and I need Bruce to make Danny do the same. Danny's all snark and sass and Bruce is all deadpan and dry quips. Do you all see my vision.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc prompt#blood blossom au#firm believer of bruce having a sense of humor. batman being a troll is my favorite thing ever. mister 'i assaulted three [officers]'#they're banned from the kitchen but only when its the two of them unsupervised because they'll make a mess. Danny's not used to working wit#machinery that doesnt spontaneously come to life sometimes and Bruce is Bruce. They tried making a smoothie once and it ended in disaster#there was smushed frozen berries and milk all over the counter and cabinets. it got all over them. the floOR was a slipnslide. danny smelt#like rasp+blackberries all day and so did bruce. the last time they tried to make pancakes together it ended in an impromptu flour fight#flour EVERYWHERe. they both looked like ghosts. Danny started it. he took a glob of the batter and smushed it on Bruce's face.#bruce merely retaliated. that was the incident that got them officially banned from the kitchen without alfred's direct supervision#they can be there individually but not together. that's just spelling trouble#have the vivid mental image of Danny (masquerading as Jackson) looking around Bruce at some other rich socialite with just combination#baffled and deadpan look on his face. before looking up at Bruce and flatly going 'i think we're gonna have to kill this guy Buzz'#and Bruce just takes a sip from his champagne flute. He looks equally unimpressed. And quietly so that only Danny hears him. goes *'fuck'*#except he does it in the Batman Voice. and Danny has to hide his face in the back of Bruce's suit jacket to hide his laughter.#ALL OF THE INSIDE JOKES GUYS. ITS ABOUT THE DOMESTICITY. THE LAUGHTER THE JOY THE GOOD FEELS#*GRIPS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS WITH HEAVY BREATHING* DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION. ITS THE RELEARNING TO LOVE AND BE LOVED
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#these aren't all of them just a random collection but just thinking about how much him not talking is such a strong part of his character#which is. well i think some of it is just that he's naturally quiet but some of it is definitely something that's grown in him over time#like when we first see him in digne he talks a Lot more than when we see him again in montreuil. which is probably bc he then has something#to hide but the way that him having something to hide ends up bleeding this sort of silence over into the rest of his life. hh.#there's more of these particularly there's a lot where it goes like. someone says something to him. he does something in response. they say#another thing. he does something in response. they say something else. he does something in response#<- so it's like a dialogue except actually they're the only ones talking#there's like whole sections of text that are just like this. whole conversations he's in that only really have one vocal participant#anyways. uox faucibus haesit coded of him for real :(#thoughts#les mis#also thinking abt how i think this is a big part of why he comes across differently in the musical. which is not the fault of the musical#bc it's just not possible to do in that medium i think . but it does chance things impression wise#Also this paralleled with all the places cosette is described as quiet/not talking when he first goes to get her
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yeah he's an eldritch horror eye entity
sure he's the ceaseless watchers special little boy but
have you considered that he's also just a hopeless romantic of a man who has to be cute with his boyfriend to fulfil his emotional needs
#real text i sent to my friend#jonathan sims you and your autism are very relatable to me and i love you#he has to pause the horror roadtrip just to say some cute things to martin#he cant express his emotions for shit but when he does he goes all out#he realised he was in love and then barely did anything except try to talk about it#i may be exaggerating a bit but i love him non the less#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jon sims#the archivist#martin blackwood#martin k blackwood#jmart#tma jmart#teaholding
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wormie wormie wormie wormi-
#tiny little guy!!! teeny thing!!!#i imagine that wormie acts kinda like a cat mixed with a crow#also she Violently wiggles her whole body when she sees barnaby. thank you for coming to my ted talk#fully convulsing. acting as though she's jello in a centrifuge#and she Does Not Stop until she is held so barnaby has to figure out how to pick her up w/o hurting her#its very amusing in my mind... hes laughing his ass off as she flops all over the place#she doesnt make noise except for very brief quiet squeaks!!#also wormie is not technically female. no one knows what the fuck she is if anything#but barnaby started referring to her with feminine terms and it Stuck#kinda like finding a cool object and going 'oh she's neat'#yeah like that!#wormie lore hidden in the fantasy au...#scribble salad#wh fantasy au#im melting picturing barnaby holding her by the 'handle'#he commissioned the harness himself... made out of the same leather as his gloves! & the same etched design as his boots!#guys im so soft thinking about them.... barnaby and his little pet worm...#i imagine he teaches her tricks... carries her on his hat.... baby talks her cause she's just that tiny how could he not....#im picturing a Scenario where barnaby full speed full force bodyslams eddie who was just walkin along#like Full Force. eddie flies back ten feet and leaves a groove in the dirt when he lands - everyone goes Hey What The Fuck Barn?!#but as soon as he does it barnaby is rushing over like 'omfg im so sorry but i had to - you were about to step on wormie'
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man, if i were kusuo saiki and my brother knew everything i was saying without hearing it, i would pretend that everything he knew i was saying was wrong and act super confused just to fuck with him
#@ kusuo saiki i have an epic prank for u to pull#this would be so funny cmon#imagine kusuke evil monologuing except every time he does that thing where he responds to kusuo perfectly even though he cant hear him-#kusuo just makes his confused face and shakes his head#looks at the camera confused#kusuke gets more and more frustrated as it goes on#when kusuke goes 'thats right!' to something he knows kusuo said and kusuo just looks around confused like '.. whats right?'#saiki k#tdlosk#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo#saiki kusuke#meows post
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scourge unleashed aus mean nothing to me unless he is a catboy
#sonic#archie sonic#scourge the hedgehog#fiona fox#iratusmus.png#if you wanted to take this seriously#incredibly spitballing premise here but dr kintobor finds out moebius dark gaia is going to reawaken#so he fires an epic beam of something or another to try to put it back to sleep for another 500 years or whatever#but something goes wrong and somehow scourge gets hit and turns into a catboy#nobody is happy about this. well- okay. let me rephrase that.#when it happens fiona thinks its the funniest thing in the world. everybody else also thinks its the funniest thing in the world.#scourge . does not. and promptly makes his newfound abilities everybody else's problem#so now everybody's unhappy about this. except for fiona. who still thinks its the funniest thing in the world.#honestly though i just want to use the dark gaia from the offpanel. if you dont know the one i will be happy to share
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I kinda maybe put a lot of my OC plot tag lines on a Wheel and gave it a spin so outta 79 options, it landed on "Cellphone Justice" which is... these two.
Matthew "Skittles" Mouse and Daisy Eddington
Partners in justice (of sorts). They're basically vigilantes and their orders are simply text messages. They don't really know who their bosses are but they do as they are told.
Skittles is a very mediocre guy. Doesn't stand out. The most color he has in his wardrobe is blue jeans. He's amazingly asexual and has zero interest in romance regardless of intimacy and yet he gets partnered with Daisy. The gayest lady he has ever met. Great start. She enjoys calling him fun little nicknames but seeing as they're monitored closely (via cell phones/technology) she is scolded and told to pick a single one. So she does. She dubs him Skittles. The candy as gay as her.
The one thing they have in common is their number one weakness: cute girls.
Daisy turns into a stuttering MESS of a human being. A disaster. At the mere sight of a cute girl. Skittles on the other hand is TERRIFIED of them. When asked, he simply blames his life growing up. Daisy doesn't really push the matter just thinks it's a little weird to be scared of every single cute girl (no offense to the not being afraid of her taken).
#my characters#like the entire thing with skittles is just he is SO boring looking and hes so scared of cute girls#and daisy thinks its REALLY FUNNY dude why are you scared of them haha girls are GREAT#and then she meets his younger sister and is like oh dang dude she is ADORABLE and she sees him practically shaking and sweating#surely its not THAT bad but ah no wait#two days pass and daisy is like oh my god shes horrifying ????? what the hell?#and growing up with her and trying to be a good big brother is all fine and dandy until the cute lil sister gets him hurt a lot#like hospital injuries from either protecting her or just .... somehow wrong place with her at the wrong times all the time#so he gets a fear of cute girls bc his lil sister is a cute monster who is the reason most of his limbs have been broken in the past#like broken leg ? that was from amelia and a stair case#the broken arm ? trying to help amelia get something out of a tree#the broken wrist ? catching amelia falling out of a tree#the other broken leg ? amelia -#the list goes on and on and he also got into multiple fights trying to keep her safe from guys#bc she really is just a cute lil innocent looking girl but shes a schemer and it does come back to bite her#except for she has a good big bro who took the repercussions when he could#daisy just watching her partner pale and shake and sweat when hes in the same room as his sister and daisy feels so bad for him#like hes really going through it even after all these years#but meeting amelia puts a lot into perspective for when daisy and skittles are out and about#cause hes very efficient and chill talking to dudes and to mature looking women#then he turns into a bundle of nerves at wide eyed innocence and daisy is like yeah ok i gotta#i gotta be a lil less gay for his sake only if hes around cause i cant make him talk to his biggest fear thats mean#shes still really gay but yeah it works out and she looks out for him and in turn he looks out for her and its great!#they become friends! yeehaw!#lil trivia is she was a drama kid in hs and he was on the baseball team but never really played or put effort into it#she was a straight a student and he very consciously maintained a c average through calculating grades and missing stuff on tests on purpos#anyway thank u if you read all the tags or even ty if you read just hte post itself#im sorry for ocing on main when its my own ocs#ill be back tomorrow with .... idk what
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Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff
#jjk spoilers#All the prettiest characters were brought back from apparent death#Nobara was okay and it's true that when I read the lawyer's and Kusakabe's fights against Sukuna I thought it was being kept vague#but to pull a Nobara with all of them... idk#No one stays dead here except for the people who actually care for the kids and by that I mean 'including Yuuji'#kinda lowkey bitter about it#Don't get me wrong I like the characters and also they're super pretty but idk It makes death feel cheap? And the high stakes kinda fake?#Choso Gojo and Nanami actual only characters who died apparently#Well. Poor Itadori#And Kusukabe goes and runs his mouth that way in front of the kid. He is not entirely wrong but also he very much is#And yes he also says 'don't worry it's not for you to feel guilty over anything you're just kids' but also he did very much say that thing#about it all being Gojo's fault for not killing Itadori. In front of Itadori who feels guilty for that precisely#and in front of Megumi who asked Gojo to spare him and also went through the experience of Sukuna using his body as well#So Kusukabe's reassurance about them just being kids and not to feel guilty falls a bit empty#It does feel in character but man it truly makes one appreciate the way Gojo and Nanami dealt with the kids a lot more haha#Ui Ui seems like a dear#Anyway... this chapter felt a bit lame for the most part for me? I like the idea of the characters discussing the could have/would have#and feeling guilt and helplessness over their choices but the way it was done felt a bit lame and without any real emotional punch#It felt more like an explanation to the reader in an awkward way. And there's a lot of empty chat about guilt and grief#without any of the characters really giving off a grieving air about everything and everyone they've lost#And this is precisely what I felt was going to happen with this manga's writing haha#I truly don't understand this kind of writing choices. Contrary to some other shonen writers this author did seem to have the potential#to write this kind of thing well besides the worldbuilding and powers and fight stuff. It's truly a pity. It so breaks my heart#And still this is considered one of the good shonens. Well. WELL haha#I do think shonen can be good! I just think it falls almost always even when there's potential into bery shallow writing#I don't know. Maybe I should read that one Alchemist manga#I've been repeatedly told that one's good and it does seem like it doesn't do... this. But I find the art style so not to my linking#I wish I had never gotten into JJK for real for real. I absolutely adore it. I always end up frustrated. It could be so good. Genuinely good#And yet it's just okay in a sort of forgettable way. What a pity#Everything good ever is present but it never dares do anything to fully explore what it sets. It just does the typical shonen stuff
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i am once again thinking of a good omens wicked au, but this time instead of the obvious crowley as elphaba and aziraphale and glinda, im thinking of the OPPOSITE.
im thinking of how AZIRAPHALE fits elphaba's character in that he is an outsider amongst his peers and he's a little bit awkward and he's got so much faith in the almighty/the wizard. he's got "parents" (read: god) who expect so much from him and siblings who are ashamed of him. and he's got dreams! he wants to do big things! he wants to work hand in hand with and make the almighty/the wizard proud!
and im thinking about how CROWLEY fits glindas character in the sense that he's suave and charming and people are drawn to him. he knows how to talk to them and how to get them to do what he wants, and he's the one that teaches aziraphale things about the world (a la popular, like tempting aziraphale into eating meat and drinking wine and all these very human things he never would have thought to do without crowleys influence).
im thinking of how the two of them start out absolutely loathing each other, as mortal enemies, one could say... but how over time and as they bond more and more, as they see different sides of one another, that loathing turns into something else. something just as strong, just as passionate, but softer. gentler. sweeter. it turns into love.
and of course everything gets shattered when upon meeting his idol, aziraphale learns that god isn't what he thought she was. it turns out god is just a pipe dream. all there is is a floating head, the metatron, posing as god. and not at all the great and powerful entity aziraphale believed. and the metatron CANT help aziraphale, can't fix him. and thus the downfall of aziraphale begins.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#wicked#go wicked au#i am ALWAYS thinking about a go wicked au#ALSO thinking about how in this version of the au muriel could be nessa#and honestly gabriel would make a decent fiyero but like if you took out the romance part LOL bc i cannot see CROWLEY esp falling for him#i can't see aziraphale either but like i could see him as more likely than crowley certainly#but anyways someone random as fiyero and then its like aziraphale thinks hes jealous bc he likes fiyero#but ACTUALLY its fiyero hes jealous OF bc fiyero is the one that has crowley fawning all over him#but then crowley doesn't ACTUALLY like fiyero like he thinks he does. hes just using him as a distraction from his REAL feelings#(cough aziraphale)#HONESTLY this all works BETTER for their characters imo than the og roles we automatically think for them#EXCEPT for the fact that like OBVIOUSLY the whole hell being the bad witch and heaven being the good witch makes more sense#PLUS if crowley was elphaba then when she goes Full Wicked Witch at the end that is very much The Fall coded#so like THAT works better that way#BUT you could always turn things on its head and make AZIRAPHALE fall in the end#idk theres a lot of logistics that would have to be worked out and some stuff that would have to be changed to fit these characters ofc#if an au were to be written anyways#BUT YEAH I AM THINKINâ˘ď¸
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ik that's dee but dennis is gonna be looking at mac's date as well so, do you see the vision here
#iasip#s16 spoilers#it's always sunny in philadelphia#always sunny#macdennis#macden#AND WHEN DEE SEES DENNIS CRY AT THE FACT THAT MAC'S DATE IS GOING WELL THEN WHAT! shes the chess piece#parker said this is a ddl parallel too because like#ok this is complicated to explain bear with me#i said ''what if dennis and mac are practicing the system together so mac can know the straegy well''#and mac points out that it feels a lot like when they used to do monthly dinners. dennis is like oh no that was different#then dennis goes back and forth between his chair with mac and seeing how dee is doing#but hes so busy doing this ''double game'' thing that he loses his chair#because some nice guy sees mac alone and joins him. and dennis sees this happen and does nothing except. well be emotional#AND DEE SEES THIS#me n parker shaking hands as the two most insane sunnyblr users
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versions of booster gold made by people who obviously dont know much about booster can be so infuriating because they tend to depict him as stupid or as a joke and then people who only know him from these depictions in more popular media have a skewed impression of him
#and like in justice league unlimited#even when the whole thing is about him wanting to be treated seriously#while also still wanting fame and recognition#it feels like a regurgitation of a lot of what he goes through and learns in his first solo#but worse#the 'i thought you were green lantern' joke feels like a rip off of the people calling him buster joke#except the thing about the comics is that he was well known#and the conflict was that he was well known but since he did so much ads and sponsorships and corporate shit#and that he acted like an open book while telling people nothing about himself#led to a distrust with the general opinion on him#which led to interesting plotlines and shit#and sure his tagline is 'the greatest hero youve never heard of' but he has very much been heard of in universe#at least like orginally#anyway this whole thing could be applied to a lot of comic characters unfortunately#but im just pissed that i cant find like a show version of him that does him justice#i hope that whenever james gunn makes that booster gold show that he actually does booster some good#and keeps the og comics in mind#ugh i wish people writing characters should read at least a decent chunk of the characters source material#and other things with them that are properly characterised#anywho i should reread some of my favorite booster comics to make up for it
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part of the problem is that a lot of hugo's politics are really well thought out & considered & good but then some of them are like. entirely vibes-based to the point of feeling muddled & inconsistent & even straight up Bad sometimes. which is annoying
#sometimes it's like he's just saying things. chewing it over in real time but not getting anywhere really. which is frustrating when you've#just been immersed in a really deep & serious point he's carefully made & laid out just before#<- e.g. this section of revolt vs insurrection has some good points ig & could be interesting if it was actually grounded in some sort#of idk. political theory or something. but instead he spends a lot of it just falling back on ~vibes which sucks Especially bc#sometimes that 'sense' misleads him i think! and he ends up wandering closer to certain reactionary ideas than he intends#like he starts w this really banger bit basically making fun of the bourgeoisie opinion on violent uprising but then?? kind of ends up#doing that a bit himself by the end? not to mention that tbh i think the whole distinction he's trying to make here is kind of bogus anyway#it really feels he's trying to soothe his like lingering bits of conservative discomfort around this sort of armed uprising#by sorting it into a 'good' 'type' while maintaining a 'bad' 'type' for anything he's still not comfortable with#<- i wouldn't phrase that quite so harshly except i still think his bit on 1848 is annoying & this sort of goes hand in hand w that towards#like. actually actively working against the values he's trying to strive towards. y'know.#it's like you can see genuinely him intellectually trying to come round but he has still not let go of these#sort of like. instinctive conservative bourgeois discomforts in his subconscious. if that makes sense#thoughts#<- also the take on caesar & alexander & columbus etc. đđŹ i'm tired#kind of funny though bc sometimes his characters (i.e. like the amis) come across as having more clear grounded discussed well#thought through political opinions than he does. lol. it's like he saw the vision but was struggling with it personally at times#les mis
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I just remembered that one scene from the movie so uhm actually I think Carl actually only cares for TWO people in the diner
#not art đą#fnaf#the silly au#haven't drawn him a whole lot but from the tiny bits i have i think all thats been gathered is that#pitbull named cupcake is willing to nuke the entire world either bc he was inconvenienced or bc CHICA was inconvenienced#everyone else in the diner is a 9-5 for him like once he's clocked out he's gone đ bye have fun with yalls emotional drama#Except. maybe bonnie.#haven't drawn a lot of it either but bonnie & chica are close friends so i think carl would care for him at least A Little more#they could probably relate to each other in terms of. being angry. but most of their connection is based on chica lmao#so being semi friends with bonnie is the closest carl gets to being involved with the drama at all bc like.#carl & chica? not related at all to the founding family. yknow the family that keeps having problems.#bonnie is literally the founders' eldest (and favorite) son so. having him in the dynamic brings along some collateral damage#so carl could technically KNOW about the shit that goes on. bc bonnie tells chica all about it and chica feels obligated to Do Shit about it#but the thing about carl is that he knows when to be like. ok? thats your problem.#like maybe he fails in at least being sympathetic but i just don't think he wants to care that much#he's very selective about what he cares about and what for the things he DOES care for he is INSUFFERABLY PASSIONATE about it#like ohhh no bonnie your fuckass boyfriend is getting drunk every day and your dad & brothers won't listen to you boohoo man figure it out#oh someone didn't like chica's food? can i blow up this entire fucking building then.#carl
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