#it’s angst your honor

[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (8)

Day 8: Discovering common interests (prompt list here)

Echo x afab!Reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, it’s sfw, but y’all aren’t supposed to be here. it’s like a sour patch kid, first it’s angsty, and then at the end there’s fluff. I went a different way with this one, and it’s more of a re-blossoming. body anxiety, mutual relationship anxiety, mention of jealousy, pls lemme know if I missed anything

word count: 988

Getting anything that looked like privacy on the Havoc Marauder was damn near impossible. You hadn’t realized how much you’d miss your tiny quarters on the Resolute until you’d woken up with your face stuck to a console in the cockpit. The inconvenience was totally worth it though. You had Echo back, and the galaxy felt less cruel for it.

He was different than you remembered, but in many ways that was a good thing. You could look at him, and just see him. Not Fives. Unfortunately, you looked almost exactly the same minus your armor, and several new tattoos. Sometimes Echo would look at you with such sadness in his eyes you could feel your heart breaking.

This was why you’d been desperate for privacy. You needed a few minutes alone to wrap your head around the choice you’d made impulsively, when the thought of saying good bye hurt too much to consider. Apparently your anxiety was affecting you severely enough for Hunter to notice. He’d offered you his bunk, so you could stretch out and relax while he was on watch.

You’d eagerly taken him up on the offer, climbing in with your holopad, and your journal. It was old fashioned, but you liked the feeling of a stylus in your hand. You pulled up the picture you’d taken on your most recent mission, and started sketching it out in your journal. The knot in your stomach began to unravel, as you remembered the way Wrecker had tossed Crosshair up on the ridge, much to the sniper’s irritation.

The tension in your shoulders eased, as you recalled Echo holding your hand for the first time since your reunion. Fingers laced securely with yours, the quiet confidence he’d always had shining through in that perfect moment.

You drifted off before you could finish the description of the planet and your favorite features. It was the first restful, dreamless sleep you’d had in awhile.

Echo had been tossing and turning every night since he’d come out of that blasted stasis chamber. He was running on a few hours of sleep, which was consumed by nightmares, or a fear of hurting or scaring you, as you slept next to him. You were a constant source of confusion for the ARC trooper.

On one hand, your willingness to give up your life and go with him gave him hope that you could pick up where you’d left off before the Citadel. On the other, he wasn’t that trooper anymore. You were still radiant, kind, beautiful, whole. He felt like a shell of his former self at best.

It didn’t help that the others had taken to you so quickly. A whole batch of super soldiers, who could be what you deserved. He didn’t feel like he stood a chance. It had become a pain point that you chose to be by his side when he was certain you’d rather be elsewhere. Echo despised feeling like you felt obligated or that you pitied him.

Still, it surprised him when he woke up alone. It wasn’t your turn on watch yet, and you’d never been willing to give up sleep. He slid out of the bunk, and went to the cockpit, wondering if perhaps you couldn’t sleep either. He only found Hunter, who mentioned you were passed out in his bunk.

Returning to the racks, Echo tugged the privacy curtain out of the way to check on you. You looked like a dream when you were asleep. Your features soft, unmarred by the worries of the waking world. He moved to cover you with the blanket only to notice your hand clutching a stylus, and a journal splayed out across your stomach.

He lifted it carefully, not wanting to invade your privacy when your sketches caught his eye. A smile brightened his features instantly. He used to keep a journal just like this one when he’d joined the 501st. A map of where life had taken him. He looked at the latest entry, and felt a lump in his throat.

• Wrecker tossed Crosshair like 4 meters to “help” him get to a lookout point “faster”

• Hunter kept me from walking straight off a cliff. Thanks, Sarge

• Crosshair nearly gave me a coronary taking out a creature that was about to bite me. Maker bless his eyes and his trigger finger

• Echo held my hand for the first time in so long, and I didn’t want to ever let go. Maybe I made the right call

• Pretty sure Tech found a new plant species. Show off! Looked like this:

You stirred in your sleep, breaking the ARC trooper’s concentration. He tugged the stylus out of your hand, and secured it to the journal, placing them on the far side of your body, so you wouldn’t knock them to the floor in your sleep.

Echo took a deep breath, biting his lip nervously before leaning close to press a kiss to your cheek.

He swore under his breath, as your eyes opened slowly.

“Sorry, I woke you,” he began softly, rubbing the back of his head. You smiled sleepily at him.

“No, it’s ok, I just wanted to scribble in my journal for a bit without disturbing you.”

“I didn’t know you kept one,” he ventured, not wanting to let on that he’d snuck a peek. Despite the sweet things he’d read, he still felt guilty. “I used to before…all this.”

“Really?” you asked, your smile lighting up the dim corridor.

He nodded.

“It’s nice, yeah? Things are a blur sometimes, most of the time really. It helps me keep track of where I’ve been,” you hesitated a moment before picking up the little volume tucked behind you. “Wanna see a couple things?”

“I’d love to.” He sat next to you, close like he used to, an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you exactly where you belonged.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

A little dorlene couch cuddle for @uhhlifeig

[sheikfangirl]

"This is more me. Don't you think, Hero?" 🔥

Shout-out to my ZHS buddy @chihuahuana!! She suggested Puppet Zelda in a Gloom Dess, inspired by THIS 👇 ...i had absolutely no other choice but to draw it 🤣🤷‍♀️

She my Lady and Master. I love her okay! T_T

✋Glory to Puppet Zelda !

[demigods-posts]

okay but no one holds a candle percy and annabeth because. percy 'having an anxiety attack at the idea of not having annabeth in my life' jackson. and annabeth 'shaking at the idea of losing percy to a prophecy' chase. like these two can't fathom the notion of being apart. and they're only fourteen.

[libraryofgage]

Been having Secretly Smart Steve thoughts except it's less that his intellect is a secret and more that nobody ever noticed lmao

The initial thought for this is based on my mom's stories about acting like a ditzy airhead in high school but then graduating with honors

Within five minutes of walking into high school Steve definitely clocked that being cool was more important than being smart right? So he didn't really let on that he was good at class stuff and just let people think he was a simple jock

And Steve graduating isn't a huge thing cuz it happens during UD stuff which means they all miss graduation ceremony and just get their degrees later, so it's not like anyone saw the honors tassels that steve was given to wear with his grad gown

And the first real hint is Lucas trying to make a basket and getting frustrated. And Steve is like "here I'll show you" and proceeds to make every throw he makes from anywhere on the court and when Lucas asks how the fuck he does that Steve shrugs and is like "well, i mean, its all angles man"

Later Mike and Will are working on an egg drop project (you know the ones) and getting worked up cuz the eggs keep cracking. Steve has been watching TV or something the whole time and outta nowhere is like "yall are missing shock absorption and proper wind resistance, duh"

Nancy is trying to decode some number based cipher for fun but it's becoming rapidly Not Fun and Steve looks over her shoulder for like two seconds and goes "group the numbers into twos, subtract 18 from each, and then it's the alphabet letter based on the number" and then just walks off

Dustin is taking an engineering class and is having trouble building a bridge cuz it keeps collapsing when he sends a hot wheels car over it. Steve tells him he needs more load-bearing beams and to distribute the weight evenly and Dustin is surprised when it works

And, of course, Eddie sees all of this so one day when Max or Erica ask for help with some geometry homework he takes the worksheet they give him and immediately passes it along to Steve, waves off their disbelief, and sits all smug while Steve explains concepts they'd been missing entirely

[zu-is-here]

Commission for @help-im-a-gay-fish ☆ Thank you so much for your support! (๑>◡<๑)♡

“Round and Round...” series by help-im-a-gay-fish

Nightmare by jokublog

Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch

[zellaroonie]

hypocrite

[maybe-in-another-universe]

yk what would be really sad? that if when jason first came back around the manor, and like actually interacting with the other wayne’s, for the first few weeks, when someone calls out jason’s name both jason and tim would respond. not because tim was trying to take the older boys place but because tim was just so used to everyone calling him by the dead boys name by accident so often it becomes second nature to him to respond to it.

could be angst bc jason feels tim is trying to replace him and tim feels he’s being put aside every time he realizes that jason is back and he’s not needed.

[skylathescholarly]

Okay... I never called myself a Super Serious Batfamily fan. I read what I want and pick things I like from canon and fanon like strawberries. So maybe I just don't have enough information or dedication.

But.

I really, really don't understand why liking one character necessitates hating another? I'm primarily a Tim Drake stan, but Jason Todd is my babygirl too. Damian is a sweetheart and doesn't deserve a bunch of the crap the Tim Drake fandom gives him. Dick isn't perfect either. Tim has made many mistakes. Steph has. Bruce has. Almost everyone has (I feel like Cass and Alfred might be exempt but I don't know lol) and I really hate that there's this attitude of "Batfam member vs Batfam member".

Like, welcome to having siblings. My brother could absolutely say the meanest thing he's ever said to me, and I'll give him crap but I'll sit next to him at dinner.

I don't know, and I know there are such things as AUs where a sibling is more intense than other universes, and vice versa, and I fully utilize my ability to move on from a fic if I don't like it, but I just hate the character bashing that seems to take some parts of the fandom by storm.

It makes me sad, ok? 😭😂

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

The fact that this is a tag makes me. so happy, actually

[kaliforniahigh]

it's no secret that Noah's eyes are my favorite things about him. So here are some pictures where his eyes are looking super, duper, extra stinking cute:

[hairmetal666]

Read Part One here

cw: implied child abuse

Eddie's coming over for coffee. Not Eddie with Nancy and Robin or Eddie with the kids. Just Eddie.

They haven't been alone in 9 years and now Eddie is coming over for coffee.

They're friends, of course. After Vecna they didn't have much of a choice, but they've never talked about it--that they used to be something.

After Steve kissed Eddie goodbye for what turned out to be the last time, they didn't see each other again for months and months, except for a devastatingly fleeting moment in the Family Video parking lot. And the next time after that, Eddie's pinning him to the wall of a rickety boathouse, a broken bottle to his throat.

What's going through his mind, his body, at that moment is relief. For days, weeks, months, he ached for Eddie's touch again, and even though he was in danger, he relished in the push of their bodies together. Thought, if this is how he dies, he won't mind going.

But they don't talk about it, about them, because Eddie is on the run and Max is going to die, and they have to save the world, so there's no time. In the aftermath, it's the least of their worries, and now it's been almost a decade and Eddie is coming over for coffee.

The thing is, it's not like Steve has been pining away for a love long lost in the intervening years, and neither has Eddie. They've both had longterm, serious relationships; Steve almost got married. But for Steve...Eddie is the one that's lingered, the one that knocks around his ribcage on late sleepless nights, the one that makes him dream of what might have been. Because Steve truly loved his other partners, but Eddie--nobody will ever compare.

Someone is knocking a rhythm at his front door, and he can't stifle his smile even as his heart runs riot in his chest.

"Hey, man," he says, remarkably nonchalant as he takes Eddie in. Still beautiful, still brimming with energy; his smile wide and dimpled, bouncing on his toes.

"Harrington!" Eddie grabs him into a quick side hug, slapping his back. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

Steve chuckles, touching the horn-rimmed frames. "Oh, god, Robin forced me to get them back in '87? Too many concussions." He touches his forehead. "I usually just wear contacts."

"It's a good look," Eddie says. He's very much not looking at Steve, eyes roaming around the Chicago apartment he's been to many times before.

He watches as Eddie spots the display of his own books, index finger slowly slipping across the spines in a way that makes Steve remember when those same fingers would slide down his spine. He stifles a shiver, turns towards the kitchen.

"So, how's New York? How's the book coming?"

"Livin' the dream." It's not flippant, not like how most people mean it. Eddie leaks genuineness, always has. "The book though...it's a little rough."

Steve sets the coffee maker going, brings fresh pastries and a couple plates over to the table. "I can imagine. It doesn't--it doesn't have to be the same, you know?"

"Yeah, if only I hadn't written three other books leading up to the evil mind wizard," Eddie chuckles. He grabs a croissant and tears it in half. "It'll be alright, Harrington. I'll figure it out. I lived through it the first time, after all."

Steve doesn't remind him that he almost didn't, that they almost didn't. Instead, he pours coffee, listens as Eddie talks about how to fictionalize the worst month of their collective lives.

He splashes milk into Eddie's coffee, taps in three scoops of sugar. He carries it to where Eddie waits, still talking about the logistics of Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One in his novel, but his words abruptly stop as his hands wrap around the porcelain.

"Steve?"

It's only then that Steve realizes what he's done--made Eddie's coffee like he took it back then, made it without thinking, totally on muscle memory, when the best of his mornings were spent in Eddie's arms.

His cheeks glow crimson and he grips at the back of his neck. "S-sorry." He says. "It--is this still how you take it?"

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes fall from Steve's face, his own cheeks pink. "It's--yeah. Still the same."

"I'm sorry--"

"--Steve, I--"

They don't laugh. They both stop speaking and look at each other, faces still red. Steve thinks there's nothing for it but to get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I never came back. I'm sorry I didn't explain why. I'm just--really, really sorry."

Eddie's eyes are hooked on the table top, fingers twisting and twisting his coffee mug. "Can I--why? I waited and you--why?"

Steve swallows, but it gets stuck in his throat, and now he's the one who can't look up from his hands.

"My parents got home early," he manages. "My dad, he was waiting for me. I guess one of the neighbors thought it best to tell them who I'd been spending my time with."

Silence falls over the table, and he chances a look up at the man across from him, the one whose knuckles bite into his lips, whose eyes shine with unshed tears.

"You should've called me. You should've--you could've stayed with us. We would've kept you safe."

"Eddie, I couldn't. I physically couldn't," the admission costs him so much.

"Steve," Eddie chokes on his name, voice nothing but anguish. "Did anyone--You could've--you were all alone."

He shakes his head. "Robin knew. She snuck through my window to take care of me, but my parents--I couldn't--" This time the words really won't come. "We made a plan. We started that job at Family Video, and we saved up our money."

Now, Eddie's face is creased with grief. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

Steve shakes his head, smiles despite the wreckage around his heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I left you with no explanation. I broke your heart. And--and--" He thinks, what does it hurt to say it at this point. "I love you. I love you so much. I convinced myself you were better off without me, that we could have a clean break and you could get over me."

Eddie's hands cover his face, muffle the sob that slips out. "Get over you?" He whispers. "There's never been one like you, sweetheart."

He slides around the table to kneel at Eddie's side. "Hey." Deep brown eyes stare back at him, Eddie's face wet with tears. "It's always you, Ed. Always. I didn't want to say anything, if you had moved on, but--"

There's not really any transition from them talking to them kissing; Steve slips into it like he did all those years ago, when he first asked for Eddie's kiss. Their mouths slot together, their bodies fit like they always used to, perfect puzzle pieces. Steve's knees give out at the first brush of Eddie's tongue, and they collapse into a heap on the kitchen floor. Even then, they don't part.

Eventually, Steve does break the embrace, face flushed and hair a disaster, glasses hanging off one ear. "Okay, trying to be responsible here. Should we take a pause, go on a date first? Slow down?"

"Nine years isn't slow enough?" Eddie's pupils are blown, hair frizzed around his head.

"When you put it that way," Steve can't help but laugh. "I just want to do right by you, Eddie. Make up for--everything."

Eddie grins down at him, that sunshine beam smile where his dimples pop. "Tell you what, how bout you take me to bed now, and I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow?"

"Oh, you'll let me?" Steve rakes a hand through Eddie's mane of hair. "I don't think you'll have any choice."

"You sure about that, Stevie?" Their lips are so close, the brush with every word.

"Uh-huh," Steve's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Eddie Munson. "Never letting you go again, Ed."

Surprise! Part 2! I genuinely had no intention on doing a follow-up, but so many of you asked so nicely that it gave me this idea. Sorry if I miss anyone in the tag list and thank you for reading! @everywherenothere @tiny-enthusiast @emma-elsa-0000 @fuzzyduxk @moonythepluviophile @anaibis @rhapsodyinalto @bunk12bear @tillystealeaves @velocitytimes2 @s-trawberryv-eins @marklee-blackmore @ignoremyworld @its-a-me-a-morgan @goodolefashionedloverboi @starman-jpg @djohawke @adaydreamaway08

[mario-art]

nadja and laszlo arguing. very sexi of them

[brainworms-all-night-long]

We're only at the begining of this one way dream🎵

Sort of inspired by @tornado1992's post from a while back.

Figured these two needed some comfort in between, uh, all that torment they're going through recently. Tails had a nightmare and Sonic can't sleep, so he busted out the good ol' guitar to put a smile on his brother's grumpy face.

Happy Wednesday y'all :]

[rosietrace]

The way I avoid angsty non-mc-reader fics like the PLAGUE bc I know damn well I'm gonna cry my eyes out

.... And I STILL end up reading them

[hollis-art]

sometimes dreams change. sometimes people change.