#or that talkative kid she sees at the grocery store who's definitely a kid yet he also looks like one of the cops

[charlotterenaissance]

i haven't written doctor who fanfiction in years but i am dying to write one where donna and the doctor crash land in some hard to pin down canadian city and donna gets a temp job with at&love while the doctor fixes the tardis and slowly realizes that a large portion of the city look like the same five guys over and over again

[higuchisora]

How I think the main MXTX couples would vibe with each other:

WangXian and HuaLian:

Wei Wuxian being Wei Wuxian is ready to talk the ear off of anyone willing to listen. Xie Lian being Xie Lian is just as willing to listen as Wei Wuxian is to talk. They'd be the gossiping stay-at-home wives/soccer moms that would see each other at the grocery store or their kids' soccer match and end up talking for hours while their husbands stand off to the side like 🧍‍♂️ and do that awkward little Dad Nod of Acknowledgement before refusing to make eye contact for the rest of WWX and XL's conversation. Both of the husbands have little to no opinion about each other's spouses besides "that's my wife's friend".

BingQiu and WangXian:

Similarly, gossiping housewife energy. Though their gossip is definitely more on the drama end "who does x think she is?!" Rather than just chill conversation. On the other hand, I don't think Lan Wangji would like Binghe all that much, unfortunately. Similar 🧍‍♂️ energy but with slight animosity. I can't even explain why, I just feel like Binghe would incur the same level of "shameless!" Comments as Wei Wuxian, except unlike Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji isn't horny for Binghe, and therefore he's never forgiven for it. LWJ reminds SQQ of Liu Qingge, but even more repressed (make of that what you will). LWJ has probably held one (1) conversation with SQQ before, and generally thinks he's respectable, if not someone with poor taste in men.

HuaLian and BingQiu:

Shen Qingqiu is yet another one of the "mean"/snarky friends in Xie Lian's entourage. He's basically just another Mu Qing/Feng Xin. Meanwhile, Binghe HATES Hua Cheng. With a burning passion. Unlike the other couples combos, Shen Qingqiu CANNOT bring Binghe around when he goes to see Xie Lian, because Hua Cheng will undoubtedly be there and he's NOT trying to deal with yet ANOTHER Whole Foods Incident.

Binghe's hatred for Hua Cheng lies solely in the jealousy category, because what the FUCK does he mean he's a demon that didn't have to chase his idol down in order for senpai to finally notice him? The fuck? Xie Lian KNEW from the BEGINNING that Hua Cheng was a ghost, the ghostiest ghost in town even, and he STILL banged him? No world-ending demon sword possessions necessary??? HUH??? This wouldn't even bother him so much if Hua Cheng didn't rub it in his face deliberately. HC is SMUG. I saw a post somewhere about how Hua Cheng and Mobei-Jun can't coexist in the same universe because he'd be too jealous over the fact that MBJ was literally created to be his god's ideal man, and I'd imagine this would be Hua Cheng's way of settling the score.

Similarly to the first, HC and LBH only vaguely recognize the others' spouse as "my wife's friend".

[plistommy]

What do you think about omega!Steve who has a big falling out with his parents and moves in with his asshole, working class boyfriend who's gonna ruin his life (according to Steve's parents)- but meanwhile Steve and Billy are happily decorating their trailer and fucking like bunnies and talking about having kids once they've saved up some money. And once every couple of weeks Steve comes across his parents at the store or on the street and he just always looks soo happy🤭

”Oh my god, put it in already!” Steve whined as he arched his back, presenting himself to his alpha who was hurriedly opening his belt buckle after getting home from work.

Steve had been waiting for his boyfriend for hours, decorating their newly shared trailer cute and homey with their stuff. He still couldn’t believe he was actually away from his awful parents and living with Billy. His alpha.

He had gotten horny after he had tried to take a little nap, but smelled his alphas scent on their messy bed from the night before instead and soon enough he was fingering himself.

It was like his prayers were answered because he heard the door open and Billy’s heavy scent filled the place.

And now he was here, begging for the other’s knot as Billy finally got his dick out and pushed it into his waiting hole with one smooth thrust.

”Y-yes! Alphaaaa!” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head as Billy started a brutal pace, grabbing the omega’s thick ass.

”Fuck, baby, was thinking about fucking you the whole day. Missed you, missed this ass…” Billy purred as he threw his head back, blond curls sticking to the back of his neck.

Billy slapped Steve’s ass, loving the way it jiggled whenever he thrusted in and out of the other’s perfect body.

”Ohmy…goddd, Billy! Breed me!” Steve cried, droll dripping to their covers as he couldn’t help how his tongue rolled out.

”Oh fuck fuck fuck!” The alpha cursed as he picked up the pace, moving his strong arms around Steve’s waist to get him closer, to get his dick deeper into the other’s tight body.

The knot started to tug into the omegas hole, making them both moan desperately and soon enough, it popped and filled the omega full.

Steve loved how it felt.

”Shit, Baby, you’re perfect.” Billy moaned, coming to kiss his omegas perfect lips as their bodies were tied now.

”Uh-huh…” was all Steve could get out and it made his alpha chuckle. He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck and soon teeth on his mating mark.

It made him shudder.

They laid there for a while, both coming down from their highs as they cuddled closely.

”How was work?” Steve got out and his hoarse voice got them both laughing.

”Good, pretty boy. But not as good as coming home to my beautiful omega.”

Steve blushed and rolled his eyes playfully.

”Yeah, yeah… I bet.” He grinned.

Billy smiled down at him, blue eyes so pretty and full with love as he pushed Steve’s sweaty bangs away.

”I see you decorated the place. I love it.” Billy looked around, eyes lingering on the picture of the two of them on their nightstand. ”You definitely have the eyes for a home.”

It made Steve smile, the omega in him purring with happiness that his alpha was happy with him.

”Even better for the future, for the pups…” he said, loving how Billy’s eyes grew a little wide.

”Yeah?” Billy moved closer ”Wanna have pups?”

Steve gave the other a small peck on the lips ”Definitely. Not yet, but, someday…”

Billy kissed him back, deepening it a little until he pulled away with Steve’s flushed face.

”Can’t wait to knock you up. Make you full of pups, so round and sexy…” Billy started and ooooh yeah.

They were going at it again.

—

”Steve?”

Steve turned around, big brown eyes focusing on his mother. She looked pretty, she always was, but tired as her hands were full of groceries Steve knew his asshole of a father never wanted to carry.

He was the worst alpha. But his mother wasn’t a good omega either.

They were not good people. They hated him the second they found out he was omega and that they couldn’t fix the ’problem’. Ever since then the loving parents he had for the first twelve years were gone.

Steve hated them.

He put down the magazine he had been looking at and turned to his mother fully, slowly looking her up and down.

”Mrs. Harrington”

He loved the way his mother’s eyes twitched.

They were silent for a while and Steve was already about to just walk off and leave her there to stand like an idiot, but then she opened her mouth.

”You look.. happy.” His mother stated.

Oh, really?

Steve wanted to laugh.

”Oh, I am. I’m so happy. I have a beautiful house, a beautiful boyfriend.” He grinned ”I’ve never been this happy. Everything’s perfect. My alpha is perfect.”

He didn’t miss the small frown on his mother's face at the mention of Billy. His parents never agreed with him about his alpha, always called him names and that he was going to ruin Steve’s life even more than it already was after he had presented as an omega.

Their words, not his.

But oh were they so wrong.

”Steven—”

”Don’t!” He snapped, shutting her up which even surprised him a little, but his confidence just grew.

”I have to go before my alpha comes back home. He misses me a lot.” Was all he said before walking away, leaving his mother behind.

He didn’t need to tell her what he was doing, but knowing how his mother never got that type of love from his father, he knew it was a low blow. And his mother deserved every bit of it.

Fuck her. Fuck his dad.

Steve was so happy.

And he knew he had made the right choice when he laid in his alphas strong arms later that night, talking about their future and how someday, they were gonna have a house full of little nuggets running around.

Steve had never felt so in love.

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

June 1986

Eddie Munson lived by the skin of his teeth, or rather the skin of whatever those demon bats didn’t chew like he was a discount steak at the worst grocery store in town. The healing process was exhausting, and humiliating. For his entire life he’s been able to be independent with just Wayne seeing his most vulnerable and carefully hidden parts of himself. The problem with fighting an evil wizard from hell isn’t the chronic pain and constant nightmares, but the ragtag stubborn family that follows after

While the Byers-Hopper family was in California packing to move back to Hawkins (why they would do that Eddie has no goddamn clue) Nancy, Robin, and Steve made Eddie’s and Max’s recovery their personal missions. Red he gets, she’s just a kid, a kid that’s been through this shit three times with them compared to Eddie’s measly one. Of course Eddie’s only Upside Down encounter would be the one that almost took him out. Even baby Wheeler hasn’t been this close to Death’s door. There was no reason for these former classmates to care this much. And yet they practically never left his side. He’d like to complain about it, but them helping out had taken a lot of the pressure off of Wayne’s shoulders, and that was the most important part of it for Eddie

If you told Eddie a year ago he’d be becoming close with King Steve himself he probably would’ve hissed at someone or just spoke some broken latin and let the general pop believe he was a demon. In hindsight that didn’t make it easier for Hawkins to believe he wasn’t a satanic serial killer. The point is he’s not supposed to be friends with people like Steve. Robin he gets, they make sense. His friendship with Nancy was surprising but after getting to know she was a complete and major dork, they clicked in a really cool way. But Steve? Steve was funny in a way that was different from anyone else Eddie knew. Steve cooked for him and his uncle during the toughest part of Eddie’s recovery, not well, but it was hot and filling. Steve held him as he cried from nightmares and when he was completely exhausted from his physical therapy appointments.

Eddie was in love with him and completely fucked.

***

The June heat was sweltering, Wayne was on a fishing trip, it was one of the first nights being left to his own devices since he could get around a lot better now. He was spending his solitude getting acquainted with his Darling, since his Sweetheart was destroyed and honestly now associated too much with death and near death experiences alike. The phone rings, Eddie grunts, stands and makes his way over to the phone, it takes him an embarrassing amount of time to get there with his aching knee, but he manages.

Before he could even get out a greeting the caller was already speaking, “Eddie hi! Hey Eddie, it’s me. Um me being Steve. Harrington. Shit you probably knew that–”

“Stevie, you have a shift with Robs today?” Eddie grabs a bit of hair to twist around his finger, lip bitten to hide his smile. No one’s home but him whose he trying to fool? Himself mostly. It’ll go away repeats in his head over and over waiting for Steve’s reply.

Steve chuckles into the line, Eddie’s heart is about to burst out of his chest Alien style. “Yeah we did have a shift together which I guess explains my totally out of character rambling. Don’t let that keep you from remembering what a cool and not dorky guy I am.”

“Hm sorry, but that’s not ringin’ any bells over here sweetheart, you sure we’re talking bout the same Steve? Steve Harrington? You know the major dork who babysits all these kinda freak kids who are definitely too old for babysitters?” Sweetheart? Sweetheart? Did he really just call his strictly platonic, straight friend sweetheart? It takes all of Eddie’s self control (which is admittedly extremely low already) not to brain himself with the heavy phone receiver.

Steve laughs a real genuine laugh at that. The rollercoaster of emotions Eddie is navigating through is enough to make his stomach hurt. “Apparently one in the same then.” He quiets after another small chuckle, and takes a deep breath, “Listen Eds I was wondering if you wanted to get out of the house for a bit? With me?“

"You know I actually am capable of taking care of myself for a few days even without a babysitter on standby? Just because Wayne’s not home doesn’t mean I’m about to croak in the night” Eddie huffed suddenly annoyed.

Steve lets out a tired sigh. Eddie’s gut twists in guilt at the sound. “Yeah I know that you drama queen, but um my parents are home actually. For once, and I. I just don’t want to be here tonight.” His voice goes even quieter, softer now, and filled with shyness, “I like spending time with you Eddie, even when I don’t have to make sure you aren’t dying in your sleep.”

“Give me twenty minutes to get ready.” Eddie goes for casual, he doesn’t think it works, given how fast the words leave his mouth.

***

If he didn’t die and come back a few months before today, he’d surely think he’s dead, or at least dreaming this moment, he’d sooner believe in a hell dimension… Damn he’s gotta get a new improbable scenario to describe the insane situation this moment absolutely is.

Okay so maybe it’s not as improbable as he’s making it out to be. Because obviously it is indeed happening.

Every summer Eddie always feels like a drowned rat, which is true today. His hair is frizzing everywhere, just sitting is causing him to sweat profusely. Steve however looks the best he’s ever looked, golden skin, perfect hair, his sun kissed face bringing out his freckles. He wants to reach out and touch, to stop himself he grabs his rubs at the twinge in his left knee. Steve clocks that action annoyingly quick. Maybe if he’s lucky Steve won’t call attention to it.

And because he’s a Munson the universe holds a giant middle finger to his prayers.“

How’s your knee today?” Steve asks him obviously trying to make it sound like a casual question, when they both know this is a long standing argument neither is backing down from.

Since he came home from the hospital Wayne and Steve have been conspiring to get him to use a cane. Which okay. Whatever. But at what point was using the cane just admitting defeat? He’s supposed to be getting better. Is getting better. Adding a cane to the mix was like adding a crutch (ironic but it emphasizes the point) he didn’t want or need. So sure, sometimes there will be days he can barely get out of bed to take a piss, but maybe if he kept at it, he’d be able to play, and jump around on stage like he’s always dreamed of.

“Fine, Steven,” Eddie bites out, because he’s nothing if not petulant.

Steve barks a laugh, Eddie’s heart drops into his ass, “Aw c’mon don’t Steven me, I just told you my parents are home.” He pouts but his eyes are shining so brightly with mirth.

Eddie scoffs and takes a piece of his hair to give his fingers something not stupid to do, like grabbing Steve’s lip and giving it a tug. “Yeah, I know, you good though? Or should I go grab Nancy for a little chat with good ol Rich Harrington?”

“Oh my god, you’re a menace. Did you know that?” Deflecting, Eddie notices.

“It’s been mentioned, alongside satanic cult leading murderer, but you know I get menace every now and then.

”Steve’s brows furrow, he looks at Eddie almost like he’s searching for something, he must’ve found it because he shakes his head and moves their conversation along, “Well I happen to know you’re innocent, and I also know your dinner order at Flo’s place. One grilled cheese with tomato, pickle on the side, curly fries, and mostly because I think you’re special, a strawberry and mint chocolate chip milkshake.” He holds the cup and wags it a little before putting it in what has become Eddie’s dedicated cup holder.

Eddie gasped, and his eyes started to take up most of his face, “No fucking way man, there’s no way you swung that. I’ve been begging Flo to do that for years! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Okay so I know this totally sounds like a cool line but I promise you it's the truth, but Eds, if I told you I’d have to kill you, then probably myself.” Eddie starts to laugh and Steve can only roll his eyes. “Flo is scary dude!”

“Says Hawkins residential monster hunter, huh a little waitress is scarier than a full grown Demogorgan?”

“No contest! I’d even take the junkyard ‘dogs’ a hundred times over before double crossing Florence Foster. And anyone who says otherwise has a death wish.” Steve starts pulling out his own dinner, his sun pink cheeks matching the setting sun. He must catch Eddie staring because he clears his throat and gestures for Eddie to fiddle with the radio.

It takes him a few minutes to settle on a station, but then he just ends up on his go to metal station. 102.9 The Metal Shop hosted by none other than the annoying Master Metal. Like seriously, he couldn’t come up with anything better? But it gets the job done. Plus it’s normie enough that Steve’s able to tolerate and even like some of it.

So they talk, and the night is warm but there’s a breeze now so they’re able to roll their windows down. Steve’s hair is lightly blowing around every few gusts. He looks so beautiful, and Eddie can feel his cheeks getting hot, he’s choosing to blame it on the heat. He’s also choosing to believe the swooping feeling in his gut every time Steve laughs is due to the greasy take out.

Before he can start believing in any other of his made up bullshit Master Metal cuts in declaring that for the next sixty minutes will be the dreaded Dedication Hour. He groans and goes to change it, but his wrist is now caught in Steve’s hand.

“What’s your problem? You love this station.” And Steve’s head is tilted in that way where he looks exactly like a dog in one of those shelter commercials.

Eddie is kind of baffled by this whole interaction, so he says exactly what his problem is, “Yeah of course I do, but it’s the Dedication Hour, they’re going to play the same bullshit non metal love songs, because people think they have a better chance to get their song on than all the other appropriate stations for their pedestrian tastes. No offense I'm sure that’s very much up your alley Romeo. You got a song on there for one of your many conquests eh Casanova?” Jesus Christ, even he knows he’s laying it on thick.

“First gross don’t call them conquests ,” He throws a fry at Eddie’s face, who in turn picks it up and dips it into his milkshake and laughs at the revolted face Steve makes. “Second, no I didn’t. That’s too romantic, maybe I would've for Nancy, but that wasn’t really her thing anyway.” His eyes stay on his hands, he takes a shaky breath, looks up at Eddie through his lashes. “Eds I’ve got a confession.”

All of the air gets punched right out of his lungs, he has to basically wheeze out an okay Stevie, eyes hopefully conveying to Steve to continue.

Steve sighs, tan hand scrubbing at his jaw, clearly nervous. He’s avoiding Eddie’s eyes, “My parents aren’t home Eddie.” He pauses, in that pause Eddie’s heart crumbles of course that’s what it is. So he’ll sweep up his heart to be put back together much later, and instead comfort his friend. Because at the end of the day, as much as he wants Steve, he’ll also take what he can get, so if Steve only ever offers friendship he will happily take it.

“Oh Stevie–”

“I just wanted to spend time with you Eddie, and I thought if I told you I needed a distraction from my shitty parents, it would’ve hid what I want to say, what I’ve wanted to say since fucking April.” He’s running a hand through his hair, completely flushed now. He’s never been more beautiful.

For the first time in his life Eddie doesn’t feel the need to run in order to avoid inevitlby fucking up what could be a good thing, a great thing. “Eddie Munson, I am so unbelievably infatuated with you, I want to kiss you so fucking badly baby, and and if I’m overstepping you’ve got to tell me Eddie because I’m two seconds away from just doing it even if you end up punching me.” His hand comes up, his thumb brushes away tears Eddie didn’t even know he was shedding.

“Steve Harrington, you are something special.” With a watery laugh Eddie’s hands are now cupping Steve’s face, his eyes are taking in every single detail, before he knows it they are both leaning in.

The kiss is soft, slow, and more tender than it has any right to be. They both took their time, afraid to break this delicate bubble they found themselves. This goes on for a few minutes longer until Steve, reluctantly, and annoyingly pulls away. Eddie huffs, and Steve has the nerve to fucking giggle.

Grabbing Eddie’s hand, he plays with the rings on his fingers, “I have one more thing to say.” He is quiet now, almost shy as if they weren’t just swapping spit two seconds ago. “Um so, this isn’t a casual thing for me Eddie. I like you in the way, where this has the potential for me to be forever, and I don’t want to lose you for being too much too fast, but this is something I can’t negotiate on. If we do this, it has to be the real thing. And if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this and pretend I didn’t ruin our friendship.

Eddie’s shocked that Steve could think he wouldn’t, couldn’t, feel the exact same way, if not more. “I don’t want to forget this Steve, this could be my forever too, I want it to be forever. I think we should do this, I’m all in big boy.”

They laugh, they kiss, and eventually Dedication Hour is over. Hand on his sore knee rubbing soothing circles that ease the pain a bit, Steve suggests going back to Eddie’s to have a real adult conversation about what they’re starting. To which Eddie agrees so long as after they’re done talking they can have an adult conversation with their bodies, and Steve pushes him back in his seat rolling his eyes before enthusiastically agreeing.

December 1986

It’s freezing out and yet Eddie couldn’t be warmer if he tried. There they sat in Eddie’s van, two pizza boxes between them, because according to Steve, Eddie’s preferred pizza toppings are abhorrent. Eddie has tried to argue but almost everyone he knows complains about his pineapple, peperoni, and mushroom pizza. A heavenly combination, especially when he compares it to Steve’s ham and extra olive monstrosity.

“You know babe, when I said we should grab dinner tonight, I was thinking something a little, I don’t know… balanced.” Steve sighed, while shoveling another bite in his mouth Eddie notices. Eyes squinting at his boyfriend’s hypocrisy.

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, “Steve, Stevie, Sweetheart. It’s Pizza Hut, it even has a salad bar.”

“Eds we got takeout.” Steve deadpans.

“Yeah but the salad is out in the open air getting its nutrients on the pizzas by osmosis.”

“There’s no way that’s true.”

“What, you don’t trust me?” Eddie asks, feigning shock. “Don’t forget I’ve taken biology three times.”

“Even if you were right, this definitely is not covered under biology.”

“Well what the hell do I know anyways? I had to take biology three times.”

“Oh my god.” Steve’s trying to sound annoyed but the fond smile on his face is betraying him.

Seeing that look on Steve’s face nearly melts Eddie. In the last six months of dating Eddie’s sap meter has gone way up, and like the sap he’s turned into (ignoring the fact Wayne keeps wrongly insisting Eddie has always been a sap) he can’t help but lean into it. Steve makes him want to be that guy, that boyfriend. Which is why Eddie set up this whole night.

Eddie spent his whole childhood being told by his sperm donor that the Munson Curse existed and that’s why their lives were so bad. Absolutely nothing to do with Al’s poor life choices, that long effected his son even after getting locked up. But nights like this, with the snow falling, with Steve’s pink cheeks, and warm laugh, it has to mean something. It has to be the universe’s way of apologizing for all the bad shit. His mom dying, his ‘dad’ being a piece of shit, his near interdimensional death, having to now use a cane to get around, and not to mention all of the horrible stuff Steve’s been through, maybe it all wasn’t in vain.

So maybe the universe wasn’t so bad. It’s not great, every day is still a fucking struggle to get through. But the man next to him, made the hurt a little more dull.

The low radio pulls Eddie back to the present. Master Metal in the middle of announcing the dedication hour, when in the corner of his eye he sees Steve hands reach to change the station. Without thinking Eddie grabs Steve’s hands and entwines their fingers.

Steve turns toward Eddie, brows lifting with a questioning tilt. “I think I’ll survive one night of cheesy love songs sweetheart.”

“Uh huh, who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “I contain multitudes.”

“Since when?”

“April.” Which silences Steve who is very much biting his lip to avoid smiling.

In the brief silence that follows their conversation Master Metal is speaking again, “And now for the first dedication. For Big Boy,” Steve’s eyes shoot to Eddie, he goes to speak but Eddie just squeezes his hand, and whatever Steve was about to say dies on his tongue. “The last six months have been the best of my life. The fact that I’m even still alive is all because of you with the help of the family we’ve been able to build together. I love you, with every fiber in my being. I used to be so scared of loving anyone, running at the first sign of a good thing, but you are the best thing, the only thing. And I’m done running, so I’ll love you as long as you’ll let me, even while trekking back into Mordor. Love forever and always Joan Jett. Now here’s Journey’s 1982 hit Open Arms. ”

Steve is crying, big, fat tears, looking at Eddie almost in disbelief. He takes a grounding breath before frantically throwing the pizza boxes in the back. With the boxes out of the way Eddie finds himself with a lap full of Steve, which he’d never complain about.

With a hand gently stroking Eddie’s hair, and the other hand cupping his jaw, Steve leans in and gives Eddie’s forehead a kiss. Then both his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, finally his lips. Steve basically breathes his next words, “I love you too, so fucking much.” A pause, then a smirk flashes across his face, “Joan.”

Eddie’s eyes are now misty, but that doesn’t stop him from groaning at Steve’s response. “I confess my love for you and you tease me for my alias. For shame Steven for shame.”

“You’re right I’m sorry, this is genuinely the most romantic thing anyone has done for me you know.”

“I know it baby, but you Steve Harrington, you deserve all the big gestures. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving to you just how easy you are to love.”

Steve doesn’t even say anything to that, just lets his body do the talking, he’s attempting to pour in every last bit of his love for Eddie into the kiss, while not so subtly tugging his boyfriend into the back of the van.

Eddie’s laughing again, “No way gorgeous, I’m taking you home so I can show you just how much I love you. We are not going to defile the van after confessing our love to one another.”

“When did you become sensible?”

“I’ve been keeping company with some good influences.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

[smallraindrops-blog]

Some wmftd and hades 2 rambles I wanted to share:

Possible Hades 2 Spoilers !

Hypnos with long hair makes me imagine y/n learning how to braid his hair to make it a bit more manageable

Also I feel like seeing hypnos with his long hair would make y/n want to try growing out his beard (achilles sheds a tear when he sees it bc his son now looks like his pa)

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage reminds me of y/n and hypnos in the pirate au

The amount of angst you could get if hypnos actually does fall into a sleeping coma in the second game 💀 (reminds me a lot of the part closer to the end of wmftd)

I wonder if achilles and patroclus will ever meet odysseus in the second game (how would y/n act if he met him lol)

Imagine y/n and hypnos babysitting baby melinoe when zagreus goes on his runs 🥹 (maybe that would spark their desire for their own children ?)

The wmftd brainrot is getting stronger every day, but I'm glad I stumbled upon this blog <3

AHHHH i love these, legit making me feral rn. Same on the brainrot, my friend. I’m happy you found this blog too <3

Placing my replies and a little short story under the readmore. <3

Y/N would definitely braid Hypnos’ hair for him. Also he wouldn’t be able to cope with how pretty Hypnos is with long hair. Like he totally gets tongue tied just looking at him. He is so fucking pretty.help.

OH AND THE BEARD

I actually hc that Y/N rocked a short beard while working as a fisherman. He was shaved by the time he died because beards are often used as a grapple point during fights so he knew better than to have one.

Until they showed us Skelly I wasn’t sure if Shades could change their form like growing their hair but it looks like they can. (If Skelly counts as a shade, I am not certain where the lines between shades and undead are drawn.) 

But anyway, yeah. Funny enough, I was wondering how to show how time passed for Y/N and was considering having him grow a beard anyway lol.

Achilles would love seeing his son with a beard, Pat too. They would probably joke about him actually being a long-long family member that Pat didn’t know about.

However if I think what happens in Hades 2 actually happens, Y/N will grow the beard while apart from Hypnos. (Thanks depression! 👍)

I haven't talked about it yet but I suspect that Y/N and Hypnos will end up losing each other during the chaos and he is either trapped, helping Hermes or otherwise unable to find Hypnos. He has no clue where Hypnos is and just wants to find him.

Looked up the song, and dude that is immediately going on the playlist. Thank you for introducing me to them.

yeah, def. I’m willing to bet the Hades dev.team had their reasons for Hypnos being comatose. What I hope is that Melinoe still likes Hypnos after he wakes up ( bonus point for everyone if she actually thinks he is the funniest person around)

I hope those met up! It would be like running into that one coworker you dislike while in the dairy section at the grocery store and they won’t shut up and leave you alone. ( i love all three of them, those adorable old war criminals <3)

AHHH. Baby Melinoe!

Baby Melinoe is baby fever on crack, i adore her and will happily fight an undead army for her.

I personally think Hypnos is someone who always wanted kids, especially since he is kinda a big kid himself and would be one of those parents who could play all kinds of silly games with their kids.

Kids were kinda never on Y/N’s radar. There was his own trauma, the war then being on the run. Maybe in a lavender marriage, he might have a kid or two but it wasn’t something he seeked out. Seeing how happy it made Hypnos definitely planted the seed for him. I like to think Y/N would actually be a natural parent with kids.

I can’t articulate my level of love for her so here you go, a wholesome short for making past my rambling lol 

(The short)

The news of Princess Melinoe’s arrival was a welcome one in the house of Hades. It was as if the whole house had transformed around the little princess, there was a warmth, a sense of love, to the house that wasn’t there before.

You were going over the newly increased list of security measures that Master Hades demanded and Queen Persephone had politely requested. You had implemented countless measures leading up to the birth and more afterward but there was always more work to be done.

“Oh look who I found, Princess!” Hypnos’ voice reached your ears and you looked up to see Hypnos grinning at you, the aforementioned Princess Melinoe in his arms. At your questioning glance, Hypnos explained that he was on babysitting duty. 

“Besides, I am way more fun than your older brother, huh?” Hypnos cooed at baby Melinoe, tickling under her chin. The baby girl cooed back in delighted, high pitch sounds that only a newborn could make, little bubbles forming her lips and down her chin.

Normally Hypnos was extremely fussy about his cloak but grabbing an edge of it, he just wiped Melinoe’s drool away without complaint, his smile never fading.

Then, he lifted an expected brow at you. You looked at the baby in Hypnos’ arms, happily blabbering away. You never been around kids, not really. You weren’t sure if the little princess could even see past her small nose. 

She looked tiny and precious. And very, very fragile.

Hypnos laughed quietly. “She isn’t scary, dearest. You can tell her ‘hello’.”

”Hello.” You told her. Her eyes widen, staring up at you with wide mismatched irises. As if she was realizing you were right there. She blinked slowly. 

”Try giving her your finger.” Hypnos encouraged, and after a moment of hesitation, you obeyed.

Princess Melinoe grabbed at your finger with considerable strength and simply held on, staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression, blabbering away in nonsense. 

You made the appropriate noises like you could understand her and repeated, ‘indeed, Princess.’ along with ‘you are definitely much smarter than your brother.’

A smile formed on your face without you noticing.

You didn’t see the soft way Hypnos glanced at you, realizing the quiet hope that was forming in his chest. When it was time for Hypnos to return Princess Melinoe to her mother, you didn’t know that Hypnos was already putting together a conversation to have with you later.

You never knew.

[chronosbled]

If they had a kid meme for tams and shig <333 I miss them

send me a ship and I’ll tell you their:

Name: Sae Shigaraki

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Sae looks exactly like his mother, having both her light blonde hair and red eyes, even going as far as to dye parts of his hair in the same shade of purple and black that she has. His hair is long and actually reaches down to his ankles, but in order to keep his hair from catching on things, he usually keeps in in a long braid over his shoulder. Additionally, Sae has very feminine features and is often mistaken for a woman when his back is turned. He also sometimes wears rather large rounded glasses despite not actually needing them.

Personality: Sae is the absolute epitome of fluffy kittens and rainbows despite the colors that he chooses to wear (this is mainly to match with his parents). Despite being the Symbol of Evil's son, he does not possess a single mean bone in his body, instead he'd much rather travel around aimlessly and read a large variety of books. He has an extremely big heart and is easy to make friends with, though this also means that he falls in love very easily too (and gets heartbroken easily as well), hence why he generally is accompanied by his big sister, Sabrina (or Rina as he likes to call her). Along with reading and exploring, Sae also likes to nap... A LOT. He's just a lazy little guy when he's not adventuring.

Special Talents: Sae has a rather unusual talent for solving problems, and I don't mean just regular problems, I'm talking about overly extravagant problems that really shouldn't have any proper solutions. For some reason, it's almost like Sae is able to see other's problems in visual form without even being told and can then somehow manifest a solution, even if such a thing seems impossible. Most believe it's probably his special quirk, but as far as he knows, Sae hasn't manifested a quirk yet. Or has he?

Who they like better: Sabrina. While he does love both of his parents very much, his favorite person is actually his big sister. He always has such fun being around her and going on adventures together, even if most times their adventures just take them to the grocery store or the library. So long as he's with Sabrina, there's always fun to be had.

Who they take after more: Sae definitely takes after Tomura when he was a small child. He has all of his child-like happiness and hopes for a bright future where he can become a pro-hero with his big sister, Sabrina. He wants to become a sister-brother hero duo just like his father wanted to do with his older sister, Hana.

Personal Headcanon: Sae has a strange obsession with collecting rather large rounded glasses whether they're just for fashion or even just to help improve one's eyesight. It doesn't matter to him, he's got a massive collection. Sometimes he even likes to put them on Sabrina.

Face Claim: Yunan

[blackjack-15]

I KNEW NAT WAS PREGNANT i did not know she knew she was but i knew it!

RICHIE NO HONEY

"is that it?" *boink* "yeah" the bear is a comedy. full stop.

ebra you can do it baby i believe in you and i love you

and carmy's still cooking, still working. him and ebra.

oh syd's mum isn't there. she's not there is she she's dead or she's left or something

that was an Adorable story and i wanna see Syd imitate her mum who is definitely dead

oh candles. yeah. so why did she talk about her in the present tense to marcus? hiding it? hiding means there's prolly some trauma, and her mum wouldn't have been that old if she was the same age as her dad (he said they were both twenty when they started dating) so i'm gonna say sickness. might have been sudden, might have been prolonged, but sickness took her is my guess

"carm?" oh. i think i know who thiiiiiis issss

"claire. hi." yes, yes i did know who this is. that's not an enthusiastic reaction from carmy, but to be absolutely fair, he's rarely enthusiastic.

he is however very nervous here -- defensive posture, his face is red, tense jaw, etc. not sure these two were friends when they knew each other -- not saying they were enemies or anything, i'm just not getting the sense that they hung out much

mmm. based on this convo with syd and her dad? he's never been to The Beef in his LIFE. it would come up that they've closed down his Usual Sunday Place to do this if he had. adding that to the list of chekov's guns yet to be fired, and it's gonna be a friggin chekov's cannon ball depending on when that fuse is finally lit

"i have a partner!" "and you trust him" "yes!" gosh dangit. the subtext is text all right but like....conflict is coming

"i'm older than her now" oh land her mum died young then. and she does not believe her dad when he says she's just as wonderful as her mum was

i'm really hoping richie is gonna take a shower. that cannot be healthy

kay still talking with claire! great that doesn't make me nervous about this season at all!

"you wanted to fix [the broken arm]?" "i wanted to understand it" a very valid viewpoint, not knocking it.

but it does show the difference between them -- carmy, like in the party with the kids, like when he's checking in with richie and natalie and syd and tina, wants to help people, wants to fix stuff for them. claire wants to understand how things work -- two different approaches, two different foci.

oh. mm.

okay. okay. okay.

first off, carmy's "i should really listen to myself" about telling that kid not to become a chef? further proof if you ask me that carmy will end up stepping back from professional kitchens in some way

but

if someone so obviously does not want to be doing what they're doing -- if someone says they should not be a chef, for example, and then says that they're opening a restaurant? the first question most people would ask is: "why are you doing that then"

what claire says is "you're doing the thing!" which. i don't actually have words for that response. what in the brain-dead -- i don't care if that's what you remember of him from school or being kids or whatever, how on earth is that the response?

"because you're the bear. and i remember you." spit bucket please!

who the eff says that in a grocery store to someone holding frozen veal stock

he has absolutely no idea how to take that, wow.

in fact, yeah, i don't think carmy has any idea how to deal with personal attention like that, and he needs people to be fairly direct b/c he's sort of oblivious when it comes to how people think/act around him specifically -- he seems to understand People as a General Concept pretty well, just not as they relate to him -- which speaks to abominable self-esteem and i'm going to guess that when he says "i never had any girlfriends" it's not because a few girls (it was probably only two or three, especially being as Carmy as he is, but still) weren't interested in him, it's because he absolutely did not notice, God bless him and keep him

"i'll just get your contact information" oh here it issss here's the thing i know about

and they were so careful to have him recite his number earlier so we'd know what it is

"01....0....2." it's a VERY deliberate choice to give her the wrong number. this isn't a spur of the moment choice, he thought this through. and when she repeats it back and he has the chance to say "oh no 01 sorry", he just says "yup", no hesitation. they're emphasizing to the view that he's okay leaving it there, that this is done on purpose, that he's lying and that he knows he's lying

now there are a multitude of reasons for him doing this. if you think he does actually want contact with her, then it could be he doesn't believe she actually would want to talk to him, he doesn't have any idea how to handle her and is running, etc.

you could even say that this is classic Carmy repression -- he's not letting himself do something he wants to do because he's repressing the desire for it. that one's probably the strongest argument -- really the only valid argument -- on that side

but.

i think that the reason to have this in this episode specifically? is because he and syd have that conversation about the three-star call in this episode

remember what he says? first 10 seconds feels like a panic attack, b/c you know you'll have to keep it up. your brain skips any sort of joy or celebration, and settles instead on dread. that's carmy's experience with getting an honor few get in the culinary world, and it shows that he's actually not happy in being a Chef-with-a-capital-C. this episode fairly beats that into the viewer, honestly

i think it's the same thing here. he knows if he gives her his number that he'll have to keep it up. his brain skips any sort of happiness and settles on dread. and -- finally taking his own advice here, probably because he just mentioned he should take his own advice, carmy is quite introspective, he's just a little Blocked when it comes to his own emotions -- he decides that it's not worth it. the panic and the dread and the sheer effort it would take to maintain this is not worth it

this conversation is not shot like it's easy. carmy's leaning on the side of the freezer like he needs something to physically prop himself up. the lighting is great for claire, who's comfortable, but it washes carmy out, makes him look even more tired.

full disclosure, i don't know anything more than the fact that she goes behind his back (!!! i will have words!!) in the coming episodes sometime to get his real number, that's the extent of my knowledge.

but even without knowing that, watching this conversation? this isn't a full-fledged chekov's gun, this is at most a chekov's water pistol. she's gonna be here, but she's not gonna be omnipresent. her presence -- which i'm guessing will work largely as a distraction, pulling carmy away from The Bear, as well as being a Specter of the Past -- will cause conflict, rather than build a relationship. shot in the dark work, but given that we're shown how Carmy has a problem going all-or-nothing, and last season he went overboard on the "all" part of that, i'm guessing this season she'll be used to demonstrate the "nothing" part of his personality

which will cause problems and conflict, yes, and also provide an opportunity for the other chefs in the kitchen to grow into the roles they'll need to fill in carmy's eventual (permanent) exit from the kitchen. i get the feeling that the sign for "sorry" introduced here is gonna get quite a bit of airtime

this is long and rambly, but yeah! that's episode 2 -- two very relaxed season openers, i'll note -- we've got 8 to go, and i can feel the un-caged bear getting restless enough to start causing a ruckus....

[riality-check]

*bites and shakes the bars of my enclosure* APPALACHIAN EDDIE!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU GOT INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS IM SO PBSESSED

Thank you so much!! I'm currently trudging my way through chapter 2 of Born to Run, but before that's done, here's some stuff I wrote up from a while ago related to the Munson Lore post.

Basically, if you're interested in Wayne feels, keep scrolling!

Wayne enlists the second he turns eighteen, the last months of high school be damned. It was his plan all along, the only way to get the hell out West Virginia or at least the holler. The war in Korea breaks out around that time, but he still enlists.

If he's gonna die, it ain't gonna be in a mine. He's seen what happens to men down there, sees them come home with coal-stained faces and crooked backs, watches them drown themselves in bottles.

That last one might just have been his pa, though.

Wayne feels bad leaving his mama, but especially his brother. He's only six, and he's already a little too wild for their mama to watch on her own. Over the course of Johnny's short life, Wayne has spent a lot of time makin' sure he stays outta trouble. He's a rambunctious, bright kid. Wayne doesn't know what he'll get into while he's gone.

But it makes him feel better that their old man's been in the ground a year now. It's one less thing for Wayne to worry about, for Johnny's sake.

Wayne goes to Korea, and he doesn't come back the same. He doesn't come back right, and until he can, he decides not to. Christmas cards and a visit once every few months will have to do because Wayne can't do anything more than that right now. He just can't.

It wouldn't be fair for Mama to have to take care of him, now that he's grown. It wouldn't be fair for Johnny to see his brother shaking and crying because of bad dreams, something he's surely grown out of by now.

So, he takes jobs driving trucks all over the country. The hours are long and it don't pay much, but if he's got music on, he doesn't have to think. He gets a pretty good collection of hats going, too. One from every state he's been to. He wants to go to Hawai'i to complete the collection.

It takes ten years for Wayne to piece himself back together. He ain't the same, but he's enough of a person by the time he's twenty-eight that he thinks he can go back for good.

So, he does. He drives back up to West Virginia and sees his mama and doesn't see his brother, who's sixteen now. When he asks Mama where he went, she shrugged and said, "Out."

Wayne does see his wife. Or, well, they're not married yet. They decided to wait until she has the baby so she can fit in her mama's wedding dress.

Rebecca is sweet and pretty and a high school dropout, just like Wayne, just like his brother is, now, apparently. She and Wayne talk for hours, and he really likes her. She's funny and grounded in a way that his brother definitely needs.

They talk until his brother comes back, stumbling in, face bloody. Johnny - no, John - smiles when he sees Wayne, and things are okay for a little while. They all stay at Mama's house. Wayne picks up some odd handyman jobs, Rebecca works as a cashier at the grocery store a mile down the road, and John-

Well, Wayne doesn't know what John is doing. All he knows is that he works odd hours and seems to be gettin' skinnier, but he's putting supper on the table, so things are okay. They're okay.

They're okay until The Fight to End All Fights.

They're okay until he and his brother are screaming, and throwing things, but they didn't hit each other. John swung once, exactly once, and Wayne stepped out of the way. He doesn't swing back, not like Pa would have.

Wayne leaves. His brother does, too. Wayne doesn't see him for years, but his wife calls and sends pictures of their little family.

Wayne isn't sure how she keeps getting his number, even after he's moved a few times. But Rebecca calls at least twice a year, some years more than others. Sometimes, it's a whispered rush of words; others, it's a nice, long, chat, even if her words sound slurred together.

She sends Wayne cards for his birthday and Christmas. She includes pictures of herself and Johnny. Wayne tries not to look at those too hard, not when it's clear that both of them are getting worse.

He does look at the pictures of their kid, though. "Eddie" is the name Becca writes on all the pictures. He's a skinny kid with eyes like John and hair like Rebecca. He's a smiley kid, too, and he always seems to be holding a book.

Wayne wishes he could meet him. But even if The Fight didn't happen, that's just not possible.

Rebecca never gives him a return address.

[starrysky28]

The Times We Were Together: Chapter 3

Series Title: The Times We Were Together

Series Summary: After the Raccoon City incident, Claire, Sherry and Leon start living together, where they share many memories and moments with each other.

Chapter Title: "Our Little Secret"

Words: 2,291

Warnings: None

One Week Later...

"Man, they really have upped the price of this cereal since I was a kid..."

Leon never would have thought a week ago that he'd be tasked with going to a supermarket so far away from where he initially lived, let alone with a random child, but yet, here he was, paper shopping list that Claire had made for him in hand.

"Hey, Leon? Are we almost done?", Sherry asked him.

"Almost. We just have to get bread, eggs, and...oh..."

Leon had almost missed it, as it appeared to be crossed out and written again two different times. The item in question at the very bottom of the list read: "Tampons (if you know what those are)". He'd definitely heard of those, though he wasn't exactly sure what Claire wanted them for or why. 

He figured he could have just asked her, but he didn't notice it on the list until now, and it wasn't like he could afford one of those cell phones to call and ask. Besides, he didn't see an aisle labelled as such anywhere in the store anyway. Looks like it was just the bread and eggs then.

...

After checking out, the two walked out of the store carrying large paper bags filled with the groceries they'd bought.

"Whoa there, you need help with those, Sherry?", Leon laughed, watching the young girl struggle to carry one of the bags.

"Nope! I can do it", she insisted.

"But why did we buy so much, anywa-"

"Wait", Leon stopped short.

"What?"

"Do you hear that?"

 Sherry turned around to face him, "...No?".

Soon, a soft cry or whimper, not one of a human, but similar to one of a dog, reached the girl's ears.

"I hear it!", she gasped.

"It's coming from over here, c'mon!", Sherry yanked Leon by the arm in her direction.

"Whoa! Hold on, Sherry", he said, nearly dropping the groceries that were still in his other arm.

She dragged him around the corner of the brick building, leading them to an old dumpster on the far left side of the store's exterior, where the cries grew louder. Once Sherry glanced behind the dumpster, her eyes widened and the bag of groceries she held immediately dropped to her feet.

Leon shouted, lagging behind her slightly, "Wha- Hey! I know they're heavy but don't drop the-"

"Puppy! Oh, you poor thing!", she cried out.

"Puppy?", Leon looked behind the dumpster to see a young, whimpering dog with grime dirtying its short, white and brown coat of fur and a sad, almost heartbreaking look in its eyes.

He kneeled down in front of the puppy, who was already wrapped in a tight hug by Sherry, despite its disheveled looks.

"Who would do this...", he muttered with a hint of anger in his voice.

"L-Leon...?", Sherry sniffled.

She turned to face him, tears streaming down her face, "C-Can we bring him home?"

Leon's eyes panned between her and the puppy, "Uhhh...Well..."

He thought about what Chris and Claire may think about them bringing home a puppy. Claire may be a little more on board with it, as Sherry had talked about wanting a puppy since they escaped Raccoon City. Chris on the other hand, seemed like he wouldn't exactly be the most keen on him bringing a dirty animal into the house.

Despite this, Leon couldn't help but sympathize with not only the dog, but Sherry too. Besides, it seemed as if Sherry might not have had many friends or companions in her life. Leon didn't even know whether or not she was homeschooled.

Ultimately, his emotions won, "Fine"

Sherry gasped, "Really?!"

"Thank you so much, Leon! You're the best!!"

"Now, listen", he said in a serious tone.

"Keep quiet about this. It'll be our little secret...just for now, okay?"

"Okay!", she nodded, smiling through her tear-stained face.

After running into the store one last time to grab some dog food and some other pet-related things, Leon and Sherry hurried home before the others got suspicious 

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When they arrived back home, the two of them carefully snuck inside. Leon carried the grocery bags, while Sherry had the puppy snuggled up inside of the oversized sweatshirt Leon had given her when she got cold inside of the supermarket.

"Okay, bring the dog upstairs to the bathroom so we can give him a bath, I'll meet you up there when I'm done putting away the groceries, got it?", Leon ordered.

"Got it!", Sherry gave him a thumbs-up, and ran up the stairs, clutching the lump in the sweatshirt where the puppy hid to keep him from falling out.

Once she was mostly out of sight, Leon strolled into the kitchen to find somewhere to put down the heavy bags.

"We're home!", he called out.

No response.

This was rather odd considering that Chris's car was in the driveway when him and Sherry got home, meaning that neither Chris nor Claire had gone anywhere while they were at the store.

"Hello?", Leon turned the corner into the living room.

He froze and his breath hitched almost instinctively for a second when he saw Chris laying on the couch. Luckily, he appeared to be asleep as evident by his snoring and semi-peaceful expression. 

Leon sighed out of relief. It seemed that the experience of seeing dead bodies in Raccoon City had caught up with him in that moment.

...

By this point, Sherry had reached the upstairs bathroom. However, there was one problem: someone was in it. 

She turned away from the bathroom to try to think of a backup plan. She could go to the downstairs bathroom and they could just bathe the puppy in the sink-No, that would be way too messy. Or perhaps she could just take the puppy back to her room and wait until the bathroom was free-But Leon said to wait in the bathroom. 

Unfortunately, it was at this moment that the door opened as she was right beside it. Her only hope was that she could just pretend to be invisible and nobody would notice, but as expected, this didn't work.

"Hey, Sherry! You guys buy some good food finally?", Sherry recognized the voice as Claire's.

Suddenly thinks weren't looking so hot.

"Uh, yeah...heh", she answered awkwardly with her back still turned.

Claire raised an eyebrow, "Are you okay? You seem a little stressed..."

"I'm fi-"

Woof!

"...What was that?", Claire asked suspiciously.

"Uh...um....t-the neighbors...dog?", Sherry cringed. She knew there was no way out of this one now.

"The neighbors don't have a dog, Sherry...", Claire shook her head.

Leon came up the stairs and tried to play dumb, despite knowing exactly what was going on as soon as he reached the top of the staircase.

"Hey, Claire. Uhh...How are you?", He smiled awkwardly.

"Leon, what's wrong with Sherry?", Claire demanded.

He rubbed the nape of his neck, "Um..."

Suddenly, the puppy that was hidden in the sweatshirt squirmed free and appeared to happily trot up to Claire, rubbing against her legs.

She recoiled in surprise, looking up at Sherry and Leon, who had matching looks of shock and panic on each of their faces.

"Seriously, Leon? You came home with a puppy?"

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Claire turned on the water, starting to run a warm bath, "So you found it behind a dumpster? That explains why its all dirty"

Sherry jumped up, "Yeah! And he was cold and all alone too! We couldn't just leave him there!"

"You couldn't take it to a shelter? What if that dog belonged to someone", she quietly mentioned to Leon.

"No collar. Besides, the poor thing was skin and bones, there was no way someone was taking care of it", he replied.

Claire took another glance at the dog's condition, "Oh...I see now.."

"Well, I'm sure a nice bath will do him good", she added.

A few minutes passed and soon the tub filled halfway with steamy, hot (but not too hot) water. 

"I guess I'll do the honors", Leon offered, lifting the pup off the floor, to which the dog let out a tiny whimper.

"I know, buddy. I promise you're gonna feel so much better after this is done and over with", he cooed.

Claire let out a small chuckle at Leon's "puppy voice". Meanwhile, the dog in question looked around, puzzled as to why he was being put in this large, white container of water.

"Can we help you wash him too, Leon?", Sherry asked.

"Yeah, that would be helpful", he gestured the two girls to come over.

"Plus, who knows if he'll try to escape on me", he joked.

Claire shook her head, "I dunno, he's doesn't seem as rambunctious as our old dog"

Sherry piped up once more, "Wait, you had a dog?"

"Sure did! His name was Porkchop!"

"He looked a lot like this little guy, actually. Was a bit fat too though, but that's probably because Chris used to feed him leftover bacon all the time. You guys would have loved him", she reminisced, watching Leon lather shampoo into the dog's grime-covered fur.

Leon smiled. He seemed to like whenever Claire referenced her childhood. Other than her parent's accident, he couldn't help but notice that her childhood seemed so normal. If only his could have been like that.

"Hold on, you aren't doing it right, Leon", Claire complained, noticing him getting distracted.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Here, let me help you get up all the dirt", she said, scooting closer to him to the point where their arms were touching, making his heart skip a beat.

"Like this, see?"

Leon could feel his face grow warm as she grabbed onto his hands, moving them in a circular motion on the fur.

"Uh...yeah.."

...

"So Chris has seemed pretty quiet lately I've noticed", Leon mentioned as the three of them began to dry off the puppy with a large purple towel.

Claire nodded, "Work called him last night"

"Him and his team are being asked to do some thorough investigating into Umbrella in another location. He thinks he may have to leave home for awhile"

Leon stopped drying and grew quiet for a moment, "Wow...I-I mean it's about time, but I guess it's just gonna be us then if he leaves..."

"Yeah...and to think that just last week he was worrying about me", she looked down at the ground.

"Now I'm worrying a bit now too"

Leon put his hand on her shoulder, "There's no need to worry, Claire. Chris is a strong, capable man, if anyone knows what their doing, he does"

Claire looked into his gentle blue eyes, softened with concern, and took a deep breath. 

"Okay?", he smiled, trying to reassure her.

She almost had the urge to kiss him in that moment. Leon was just so caring and kind to her this whole time that they've known each other, Claire could barely help it, but she couldn't. Not now. Maybe not even ever.

"Okay", she tried her best to smile back.

Suddenly, the puppy shook its fur, spraying water and soap all over them. 

"Ahaha! Stop that!", Sherry giggled.

"Well, I guess we've got an even bigger mess now, huh?", Leon laughed along with her.

It was also at that moment that Chris opened the bathroom door to the sight of them washing the wet dog.

"...Oh...so that's why there was dog food and a leash in the grocery bag...", he looked around surprised.

"Why didn't you guys tell me that we suddenly have a dog?"

"Um...It's kind of a long story", Leon replied.

"Do tell"

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While explaining the situation to Chris, the group made their way downstairs sitting on the couch, the little puppy now laying sleepily in Sherry's lap.

Chris sat on the end with his hands folded, "Are you guys sure you're ready to take care of a puppy? They take a lot of work, y'know"

"Besides...", he continued.

"You'll have one less person taking care of it"

"So you are leaving after all...", Claire frowned.

"Yes", he nodded.

"It's only necessary, and if all goes well, I should be back within a few weeks"

"And...When do you leave?", Leon butted in.

"Two days from now"

Claire nearly shot up from her seat, "Two days?!"

"I know it was a bit short notice. I've been stressed about it to no end, barely been able to sleep at night these past few days", Chris said.

His younger sister got quiet and sighed, "Please just be alright, okay? You promise?"

He paused slightly before speaking again, "I promise"

...

"So, what are we naming the puppy, anyway?", Sherry asked at dinner later that night.

"Oh...that's a good question", Leon chuckled, looking over at Claire.

"Hmm, how about...Biscuit?", she suggested.

"Good one!", Chris pointed at her with his fork.

"I don't know...It's cute but it doesn't fit him, y'know?", Leon added, swallowing his food.

"I'm thinking something like...Duke?"

The others each made a noise of disagreement on that one.

"Oh!", Sherry piped up.

"What?", they rest harmonized.

"Porkchop Jr! And we could call him junior for short!", she exclaimed.

"I like that. He even looks like our old one, doesn't he, Claire?", Chris mentioned.

Claire smiled as she looked at the pup eating away at the food in an old plastic bowl from one of the cabinets, thinking of how the old Porkchop would do the same thing after a long day of cheering her up shortly after the car accident that took the lives of her parents.

"Yes. I like that name"

"Alright, Porkchop Jr it is then", Leon smiled back at her, warming her heart once again.

To Be Continued...

[elprupneerg]

Yesterday at the library I picked up a book called The Quiet Damage: QAnon and the Destruction of the American Family by Jesselyn Cook. It talks about the circumstances that led to different people falling down the radicalization pipeline and how that affected their loved ones. (Later parts of the book might talk about how some of them got out based on chapter titles. I haven’t read that far yet though).

There’s a part in chapter 6 where a guy gets injured and can’t do the things he used to do that feels very fucking familiar. “Watching Andrea take on the lion’s share of household errands on top of her job as a middle-school librarian sent Matt ricocheting between self-loathing and self-pity. She never once complained, but as she cooked and carried his meals to him, vacuumed around him, and corralled the kids by herself while he sat there in front of the TV, he was sure that her resentment was brewing. He could only say “Thank you, I’m sorry” so many times in a day before it felt meaningless.”

Like FUCK. Fuuuuuuuuuck. That’s very relatable. I’m not married and don’t have kids but my partner definitely has had to take on a lot of the day to day stuff around here (less so now that I’m medicated and able to stand and walk more and more by the day, but still). It’s lonely and scary and it makes sense that the guy fell down some internet holes cuz after a certain point what else do you Do in a day? Feeling useless like that, at least decoding conspiracy bullshit would make you feel like you’re doing Something. (I’m not in danger of that, I got through it by keeping up with friends as much as I had energy for and crocheting and being able to still help a little bit around the house since I was able to adapt some things to be easier for me)

Especially given what happened when he got medicated for his nerve pain. “Re-entering the world from a place of badly diminished self-worth was daunting. Andrea had established her own system of doing things around the house without him, and the kids, now nine and six, had stopped waiting for him to play catch and frisbee long ago. They had their friends, it seemed, and didn’t need him like they used to. Even the radio station had gotten along just fine without having him working full-time in the job he’d held for sixteen years.”

Like holy fuck. At least for me I’m gonna be coming back to things by going to school (nobody can take my classes for me, sure they get along fine without me but that’s cuz that’s how universities work) and seeing my friends in person more and helping around the house more. And I’ve only had a few months of this pain being actively disabling, with a fairly fast diagnosis (I am So So Fucking Lucky, autoimmune stuff is hard to get a diagnosis for since doctors can refuse to do tests or listen to patients). I didn’t spend 3 years trapped in a recliner like Matt did until his nerve pain got medicated. I don’t feel like life moved on without me.

But if things were different? If my pcp hadn’t sent in orders for literally every blood test she could think of? If I hadn’t had textbook bloodwork for lupus? If the rheumatologist hadn’t had an opening for months? If the meds they’ve started me on weren’t helping as much as they are? (I’m still not back to normal but like. Yesterday I was able to go to the library and the grocery store and a game night at my school. Pre-meds I couldn’t have done one of those in a day nevermind all three). If I’d had to spend years trapped in an endless fog of pain while watching the world move on without me, barely able to feel like I was contributing anything of substance and without friends I could reach out to online?

I think it’s important to recognize the places where we got lucky. Where things could’ve been different and led to us going down a different, darker path. It can be really easy to think that people who join cults and conspiracy theorists and all sorts of strange and frightening people are completely different from us. But they’re not. If one or two things had gone better, if one or two support systems had existed, they could’ve been completely different. And likewise, if one or two of my supports had been missing, if I hadn’t been friends with people with a variety of disabilities over the years whose stories and discussions I could draw on, if my medical experience had gone worse. I could’ve gone to some bad places. Probably not the qanon one since I’m worried about falling into conspiracy theories, but there’s other ways shit can go wrong. I’m so fucking lucky it didn’t.

[the-firebird69]

We ad to last nights post. Dave stager wasn't the only one whom we had type up AI for us to use in his name as Mac proper saying. Marie Doyle yes Uma Thurman she got a whopper believes she controls it ok. And yeh they can't tell. Feel it does not matter as they are teeny the empire huge and block it. We agree that's the math. Yet we use it. We don't really want to make new programs and we want to keep an edge on it and we want to blame people now use the program and we use it self-contained and we don't send signal around and we definitely don't send base program signal or threads or anything from it like you people would so they think that you know about that and a lot of people do and the other side of it is you can't really let him have the program but they know that you wrote some sort of makeup program and you're talking about it back then Holly helped do it and he said that he did it and now you're both in trouble with the max or after it for real the Mac proper are after him for the program and he's been captured like nine times by them and he did have locations where the program was and he gave them up and it's no longer there and for some reason he says the program probably noticed you coming and they said wow that's pretty fast but it is within the program's abilities and it is not a surprise to us if it were to happen that way at all and it's not surprised to them either so they're really frustrated with this guy Dave stager and they're frustrated with Sarah and Uma and Dan AKA Dave got one too and he thinks he's invincible anything since one of his friends counting him and they've been killing each other and they're already too stupid to run the programs but it's a way of making sure and he ran around saying it and kept saying it and got in trouble cuz it didn't fit with what was going on and yeah these people are stupid they are making a big deal out of our son trying to get to the grocery store and back and a huge deal out of it and we're breaking their backs every time they do because it's so horrible there's such little whiners and wieners they don't apparently see people are threatening them to take their stuff and the programs and they're freaking idiots I can't stand them anymore it's like this pile of nursery School s*** heads running around saying they do stuff to us so screw them and the truth is that we don't make automobiles but we have a lot of that equipment because you guys were shutting it down and just leave you there we have a lot of them we have a lot of reasons to use things on you idiots and robots being used on you from your other people's robots only makes sense because you're trying to take over everybody else's stuff and stages massively arrogant fits perfectly and yeah there's a little bit more oxygen here today and he's already experiencing it but we have something to say these people are dead we're going to get you we can't stand listening to you or looking at you or hearing you and we have to erase you because you're so damned annoying I can't believe how many times I heard this idiot stager trying to tell us to harm our own son. It's probably a hundred times a day because he's trying to have us do stupid little things all day and I'll tell you what we have devastated his people he's down to around 3.1% off Island and is losing people in the island now and he's not going to make it that guy is going to be dead soon retarded no nothing moron kid really you are a massive massive retard they're like the poster child them what not to do and you're stupid and annoying you know what you're just sitting there as a retard and you're trying to tell people off and they're saying and you can't figure it out for the life of you I mean holy s*** are you a dumb person Paul Blanchard Dennis doucette you look like a f****** idiot all the time we can't stand looking at you other people can't stand what you look like who are your own people get a f****** life you piece of s*** we got to go through your numbers today

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Thor Freya

I want this fleet out of here is three pieces of crap fleets and I hear we have a timetable but we're just waiting for them to run out of fuel so why is that our timetable anyone

Hera

There's no timetable it's occupying these stupid jackasses in the pseudo Empire and they don't want to start more trouble with them so they're going to sit there and watch them stop working and take credit for it it's going to happen completely by this coming Friday

Thor Freya

There's an answer and we're getting answers another stuff and I feel a little better but boy what a pain and really people tell me and they're trying to have me not hold on to it here and they can't see if I can remember it or not but I guess I talk about it so I'm going to write it down

Hera

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[stillm0nster]

💕 - Jun & Violet

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FIRST DETAILS.

How did they meet? they were at a baseball match and after a lot of longing stares, ( and encouragement perhaps ?? ) jun finally approached violet.

Who flirted with who first? definitely violet, i'd like to think she's the braver one of two and would flirt first.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance? totally our favorite cliché that is the love at first sight.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic? they started dating right away! ain't nobody got time for the latter.

Who kissed who first? jun kissed violet first... she just wanted him to initiate it, if you know what i mean.

Who started the relationship? uhm both? it's sort of a mutual thing.

NEXT STEPS & HARDSHIPS.

Monogamy or Polyamory? monogamy of course.

Are they/do they plan on getting married? for now, that's not really in the talks because they are young and have yet a lot to experience together but violet probably sees herself married to junyong and having at least 3 kids with him.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no? jun would definitely be the one to propose, we know that and the answer will be yes.

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first? OH okay, i partly wanted it. they both want kids, but as i said above, it's too early for that. or is it...

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships? NOPe, no such things.

How often do they fight? What about? i don't think they have fought until now. i think it might be for some really small, petty things like being late from school / work and ruining plans, etc.

Have they ever broken up? no and hopefully they don't.

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part? i think ... I THINK maybe wil death do us apart.

SEX.

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af? mostly vanilla with a little spice here and there. can't be boring like that.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms? at first violet was more often on top, pleasing her man like she knows but later he took the lead.

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive? jun is probably the dominant one 97% of the time~

What is their favorite sex position? hmmm missionary? holding hands, sloppy kisses or passionate ones??? feeling so intimate.

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom? i don't think so.

Favorite place to have sex? they haven't experiment that much actually so i'd say the bedroom.

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex? at the bathroom of her work place.

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash? How often? obviously, if they shower together they will end up having sex like 80% of the time. they will only wash if they go in after they had sex.

TOGETHER.

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship? none for now at least.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt? whoever is sick, the other would bring them food like soup, their favorite bread, medicines to help! if jun is sick, violet would love to take time off and stay home with him, read all the things he has to go through from med school, literally study with him.

Who is the better dancer? they both are good dancers, maybe violet a bit more than jun.

How do they like to spend time together? due to not having much time because they are both busy, they could be just napping together, having a meal together, walking to the grocery store and shopping, sitting and home and playing the guitar while singing.

What are their favorite non-sexual forms of intimacy? oh okay, i would say back hugs?? violet absolutely loves those. sitting on jun's lap too. forehead kisses!!!

What are some of their favorite things about their partner? the list of violet's favotire things about jun can go on and on but i think she mostly loves his personality, the gentleman that he is, how smart he is, how handsome he is - like a model from the covers of vogue. his voice!!! when he talk and when he sings her his favorite songs.

How do they comfort the other when they are upset? she hates seeing the people she loves upset, so she would firstly suggest going out to a theme park, get on the funky rides so jun can his problems even for a while. or go to a pc bang and play a game together, or the arcades to have a little competition. would try her best to keep him occupied and show him there's more important things to look at and go forward than moping around.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts? they both do it.

What position do they sleep in? violet used to sleep on her back or when valerie was in the same bed, she'll throw her leg and arm over her twin and practically have her trapped. now that's what she does with jun and it feels soooooooo comfortable.

Do they bathe/shower together? they most certainly do.

What are their favorite things to do on date nights? have dinner, be it at a restaurant or a street vendor then walk around hand in hand, talking about their days and new trends.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while? they will always go on dates, even if they are 50.

What is their love language? i think the way they would spend quality time together? as much as they will hang out with their group of friends, they will also have their alone time.

Who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? oh i'm not sure but they both strike me as a dog person.

Who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? if we talk trips, camping etc... i think they both prefer the indoors. better safe than sorry.

Who’s more social? that would violet.

Who makes the bed every morning? who has the time to make the bed- i mean violet would make the bed sometimes if she wakes up earlier than her alarm and has time to really wake up, she'll make the bed but majority of the time she doesn't. guilty. i assume jun would be similar.

Who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? they both enjoy the house being more on the cold side than it being warm.

Who takes longer getting ready? violet takes her sweet time, all the time.

Who likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? they both prefer funny movies! but it's nice to watch scary ones every once in a while.

Who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? neither. they compete who kills the bug first.

Who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? probably violet. she's not really a good cook so when she attempts, she gets sidetracked and burns the food. sorry jun.

Who talks in their sleep? neither.

Who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? none of the does that.

Who likes getting dressed up more? they both do. have y'all seen junyong? such a fashionista. violet likes to keep up with thrends as well so.

Who’s better at tying ties? possibly junyong since violet has never needed that skill.

Who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? not that they will ever have one but if they had one, jun would have been the one to record the message.

Who’s better at planning romantic things? maybe jun generally thinks more about the details, the places, the ambiance while violet doesn't really care, as long as she's with him.

Who takes up more space in the closet? both and i'm not even joking.

Who has more of a sweet tooth? maybe jun since violet is more in savory than sweet.

Who drinks more often? neither. they can have a good time without drinking.

Who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? violet... girl has no self control sometimes.

[kissitbttr]

my favorite part

pairing: modern!eddie munson x fem!reader

warning: mature content. smoking. sexual implications.

summary: a little glimpse of your meet-cute with eddie and sharing each other's blunt

word count: 2793

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los angeles, california. 2007

“do i have something on my face?”

you giggle at his question, running your hands through his soft messy curls as his lips curl into a concerned frown. his eyes bore into yours as if asking for an answer.

it’s your very first morning together after moving in yesterday,. the two of you had enough money to get a small place downtown. one bathroom, a tiny kitchen and a singular bed with no bed frame. yet there’s no place you’d rather be than here with him.

eddie wakes up before you do, lighting up a blunt immediately from the bedside. the sweet smell of earthy joint causes you to wake as well shortly after.

“no, eds” a soft whisper falls from your lips as your eyes continue to observe every single detail of him. even the small hidden freckles you love so much. “you’re just… so handsome.”

eddie rolls his eyes, but he can’t contain the small blush creeping into his cheeks. he lowers his head down, shying away. but you refuse to let this man conceal himself away from you,

“hey now” you start, curling your fingers under his chin to make him look up at you. “we’ve been together for ozzy knows how long, don’t get embarrassed with me.”

“ozzy huh?” he chuckles, reaching out to softly pad his thumb across your lips. “I’m starting to grow on you, look at that baby.”

“yeah, yeah.” you wave him off, sitting up so you can lean your back against the wall before fixing your long curls into a bun, taking the blunt from his fingers. “kinda hard not to when we’ve been together for decades.”

he flashes you that dazzling smile, pupils dilating at the sight of your pretty self inhaling the smoke. your soft lips puckering around the freshly rolled blunt, eyes squinting lightly with those brows tipping in concentration.

eddie loves to drown himself in you. the hours he’d waste just by looking at you. because he thinks you are God’s best damn creation and no one could ever tell him otherwise. every inch of your body starting from the curve of your neck and down to your collarbones. then to the plump of your breasts and your soft thighs.

looking as good as the day you stole his heart.

you were working as a clerk at a record store the first time he laid eyes on you. and his jaw physically went slack. if he were ever a cartoon character, there would be hearts drawn in his eyes. you were leaning against the counter, chin plop down on your palm, with big beautiful eyes looking up to your co-worker as you talked

eddie had only moved to this place for a couple months, but he was really good at remembering who was who. the old man Chow who owns a deli, the three kids who like to play hopscotch when the sun is about to sets, the very nice mexican woman who offers him sandwiches to go whenever he runs out of groceries. he applauds himself for having a good photographic memory.

so he’s extremely sure that he’d recognize a pretty girl like you if he had been coming around to this store often. maybe the manager did hire you a few days ago?

“i just don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough! i mean, i love teaching those sweet kids, i do! but i need to have something.”

“you’ll get there, y/n. stop undermining your abilities. just go the audition and you’ll definitely kick ass. no one does it like you, babe. and I’m not saying this just because I’m your friend.”

he can’t help but to eavesdrop, wondering what on earth are you on about as he manages to sneak a glance at your face while pretending to skim through the 80s records. he frowns to himself once he sees your expression, looking a little too distraught. eddie wanted to know what or who made a pretty girl like you this upset.

“there’s an upcoming audition for missy elliot’s backup dancer, do you think i should sign up?”

‘oh so she dances’ he thinks, eyes casually jumping from the ac/dc record then back to you, trying to be discreet

“yes! oh my god are you kidding? you definitely should! missy would wanted you there. i know i would.”

eddie haven’t got a clue who is this ‘missy elliot’. call him a caveman but he never listens to tracks from 90s and up. he prefers to keep it old school. preferably rock and metal shit. because that’s what true music is all about.

however, the singer sounds like she could become your big break. upon hearing the giggle that escapes from your mouth and the toothy grin, he can’t help but to fall for that.

“okay, I’m heading to the back just for a minute. can you cover for me?” your co-worker, maya ask,

“of course sweetheart!” you respond, giving her a pat before she scurries out to the back.

now could be his chance. you’re all alone, standing there playing with your phone probably feeling bored. all he got to do was to walk up to you and say ‘hi’ right? what could possibly go wrong.

except the fact that eddie never really knew how to talk to girls. he was a flirt sure, but all of it was playful. it’s pretty easy to be flirty with people you’re not attracted to.

“hi, do you need help with something?”

he snaps back into reality as he sees you coming over with a polite smile. not knowing what to think or do when you look up to him, standing only inches away.

‘fucks sake, she’s even prettier up close’

eddie gulps, emitting a nervous chuckles as he scratches the back of his neck. “n-nope. I’m good, thank you.”

“oh. okay” you nod, still not leaving his side. “it’s just that you were staring at me for a while, even when i was talking with my friend. so i figured you needed some assistance.”

“well” he clears his throat, cheeks turning crimson red as he tightly grips the record. “i do actually, yeah. do you uh- do you guys have metallica’s black vinyl album?”

your lips twitch into a smirk, “yes of course, it’s right here” you drop down to his knee level, grabbing the last piece of the record before offering it to him. “i had a feeling you were looking for one.”

“what do you mean by that?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“dude, you dress like an 80s rock band. someone like kirk hammett and dave mustaine themselves. it wasn’t really hard to solve actually.”

he smiles slightly as he looks down on the album, “you must think it’s weird then, huh? seeing someone dressed like this.” he cowers a bit, because there goes his chance to win you. now you definitely think of him as a freak.

it’s like what those people said about him back in high school. it appears that no matter how far he’s willing to drive to god knows where, the name wouldn’t wear off

shaking your head, you ignore his accusation. “no. i think it’s adorable. fucking rad if i may add.”

he halts at that, his brown eyes gently rising up to meet yours. he tries to study your expression, as if waiting for the punchline that never comes. all of the sudden, his palms starting to get clammy, the beat of his heart fails to find its steady rhythm and there’s quite a weird sense of feeling in his stomach that isn’t going away.

your expression conveys sincerity. one that he hasn’t found in someone ever since he left that god awful town. because no one would ever wanted to love a freak, right?

“you think so?” he feels small as his voice comes out a little too quiet, watching you nod. “i mean, i appreciate all of that, i do but.. you hardly know me.”

with that you shrug, arms crossed. “you don’t have to know a person their entire lives to know what they’re really like.” despite detecting a tinge of hesitancy on his face, you continue,

“this may come off cliche but different doesn’t make you a freak. it makes you interesting. and i like interesting people.”

his heart grows profoundly at your simple answer. he enjoys how you make him feel at ease and safe without even realizing it.

he’s known you for less than 24 hours yet he’d like to spend more time with you.

“thank you. honestly” he looks at you, with a smile that never leaves your face. eddie mirrors the expression, feeling like he’s coming out of his shell. “you have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to say that. when everyone kept labelling you a freak, you began to believe you were one.. "

“that just means they’re fucking losers. because let me guess, those people were the preppy jocks who probably live in mansions, spending all their daddies moneys to have parties every week when their parents out of town? also, letterman jackets and all that shit?”

he laughs. a genuine one. “accurate.”

“very obvious," you laugh as you brush your fingers across the white shelf. "I'm y/n," you say as you extend your other hand to him.

“eddie” he shakes it, gaze flickers down to your lips for a second. “nice to meet you, y/n”

“likewise. so, what’s your story here, eddie? are you working at somewhere or..” you trail off, trying hard to regain your composure, because jesus h. christ, he’s really cute.

“sort of. I’m in a band. i sing and play guitar. we do gigs here and there. next one is that shady bar downtown. let’s just hope it has enough people.” he blows out a sigh, his gaze exploring the store's interior. “would be a total blow if we only get five drunks.”

“It’s california, baby. there will be people.” you say in an obvious tone, “i mean who doesn’t love bands? don’t you see there will be girls who would line up to be your groupie?”

“yeah that sounds kinda nice, actually” he grins, loving how you encourage him while ignoring the flutter in his chest when you call him ‘baby’. “how about you? do you just work here?”

you shake your head. “I’m a dancer. i teach hip hop and ballet dancing at the youth community center. working here just makes it a whole lot easier for me to find new records i could use for class.”

“that sounds amazing. you’re very dedicated aren’t you?” he expresses truthfully, somewhat fascinated by your profession.

“i am, yeah” you press your lips into a smile, “these kids are amazing. they’re so talented and ambitious. I’m so glad i get to be the one to become their teacher. are they naughty? sometimes. but i wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

eddie could only smile while he tilts his head to the side, watching intently how you speak nothing but love for your passion and the kids. the way you make hand gestures to explain further how you feel about them, and the beaming smile that never seems to leave your face when you do.

and your voice… dear god, he could hear you talk all day long. it is like a fucking melody that he never wishes to stop. he bets that you could sing too. no wonder that he falls so swiftly.

he swears right there and then, someday, he’d get you to look like that when you talk about him.

“do you want to get burgers with me sometime?”

you notice a dopey smile decorating your boyfriend’s face, his eyes looking up to the ceiling like he’s thinking of something. probably a memory. you poke a finger into his arm, shifting your weight to lay next to him as you nestle closer. tracing the initials of your name inked on his bare chest.

“what are you thinking?”

he cradles you closer by pulling your waist, telling you to lay your leg around his waist. “the first time we met.”

you hum softly, finding yourself grinning as the image immediately finds its way to your mind. “best day of my life. you wore the cutest outfit the day you walked into that record store.”

“okay, metallica is not cute. they’re bad ass.” he defends, shooting you an offensive look.

“you made it cute, munson.” you reply back, pecking his cheek. “especially with that adorable smile you had on. dimples and everything.”

“yeah?” he has no idea how you make it so easy to get his heart pounding inside his chest. “well you're one to talk. with that black bandana and those big hoop earrings, you got going on. looking like the perfect dream girl I’ve always imagined having.”

the way he speaks to you has always been something that you love about him. whenever you're around him, it's like the cupid never left. name any greatest love songs to ever exist, it would speak about how you feel about him.

eddie has made it clear for the past few years that he was the lucky man that got your heart. never in his life, he'd gotten this far. living in an apartment in California, performing in bands and events, and having a girlfriend that'd do anything for him. you'd often brush him off, telling him that he was overreacting while you knew the truth deep down.

that you're the lucky one.

"that's not true." you loop your finger around his beautiful chocolate curls." i think it's me who's lucky enough to snatch you. thank god I did, or else you would be fucking another girl from your show." grimacing at the thought of eddie being someone else than you.

"impossible baby" he shakes his head, taking another drag of his weed before setting it aside. "from the moment i saw you i knew that, you're all that i wanted in a woman."

"did you just quote 'skippin' by Mario?" you ask in disbelief, mouth gaping. seemingly cannot believe that he actually did. he doesn't answer you, only tearing his gaze away. "oh my god you so did!" you squeal, attacking his face with kisses after.

"okay, okay! baby, stop!" he begs in between laughter, removing your hands from his cheeks. "how could I not? you practically have that song on repeat, every morning."

"uh huh" you respond, not really believing his words. a smirk on your face. "I'm growing on you."

he doesn't want to admit it, but he's definitely whipped for you. to be completely honest, you were starting to grow on him, way before the two of you started dating. two weeks after getting to know each other, he tends to come to watch you dance and teach the kids. the songs you play weren't really kicking it to his taste, he would typically scrunch his nose in disgust and ask someone to turn it off if he ever heard that in public.

but it's you. how could he ever say no to your taste in music? besides, Mario and Mariah Carey have some freaking good tracks. something he would keep from his bandmates though, he doesn't want them to make fun of him.

and the kids would also kick his ass if he ever made a bad comment about Mario.

"guilty" he chuckles with his hands up in the air. "guess we're growing on each other, huh, sweetcheeks?"

"i guess so." you interlock your hand with his, staring at each other in comfortable silence while Jill Scott's discography softly fills up the room. "I hope you're not getting tired of it, yet."

again, he nods his head in disagreement, positioning himself on top of you causing the heavy duvet to uncover your bare chest. hard nipples pressing against his warm body.

as he leans down to kiss your sweet lips, he finds himself falling for you all over again. just like the first time he ever kissed you that night. he used to be so unfamiliar with the feeling you give him, he used to hate the feeling of thousand butterflies in his stomach when someone gets too close to him. since he knew it wouldn't last long.

all that changed when he met you. deep down in his soul, he knows that everything is going to be okay. and that those soft lips of yours are going to be the only lips he will kiss for the rest of his life, and he's okay with that.

because man... you make his body tremble harder than being in a black sabbath concert.

"that won't be happening anytime soon. because I'm planning to marry you one day, baby."

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don't you just want to rip your hair out of your follicles because you're so freaking single? because yeah.

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Part 1 Wanda x Reader

Summary: You bump into Wanda Maximoff at a grocery store. Wouldn’t be a problem if either of you were anyone else but you two were no ordinary people.

You would think having the ability to take anyone’s power would be awesome. It’s not.

With a simple touch, you could take any person with special abilities’ special powers from them. You figured this out in grade school when you high-fived one of your friends for the first time. Suddenly you could see through walls. That same year, you figured out they could take those powers back. 

A few years later you found out they could only take those powers back if they wanted them. You tried giving someone their invisibility back but they would not have it. Now you are stuck with it. You are stuck with a few others too, like walking through walls and mimicking voices. Those you got from random strangers on the street. 

Obviously, you tried to give them back. You wouldn’t take what isn’t yours, but it was an impossible task. Finding a stranger you bumped into in New York is kind of hard. 

You’ve tried passing off powers to other people but it never worked. You could only return them to the person who gave them to you. To give them back, all you had to do was touch them again and they had to want the powers back. It was that simple. 

So when you bump into Wanda Maximoff at the grocery store, things get a little complicated. 

You’ve made a friend recently who turns out to be Sokovian. Seeing as his birthday is coming up, you thought it would be cool to cook him a traditional Sokovian meal. A few searches on Google and you print out a list of what you need. 

You leave to the nearest store that would have all you need. You check off your list, heading toward the aisle of spices. You finally find the one the recipe calls for and lucky for you, it’s the last one. You reach for it but you feel someone else’s hand touching yours, reaching for the same thing. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says. You look at the woman who is standing really close to you for a stranger. She has intense green eyes, you notice. She pulls her hand away. 

“It’s alright,” you say. 

“Was that the last one?” she asks, awkwardly.

“It seems so,” you confirm. “But we can ask an employee if they have more somewhere?”

You flag down an employee two aisles down and ask. They shake their head and then tell you they won’t be getting more until next week. The woman with the green eyes sighs. 

“We can split it,” you suggest. “I don’t need the whole thing. At least I don’t think so? I just need it to make a Sokovian dish that calls for it. I probably won’t be using it for anything else.”

“I don’t know. Sokovian food is delicious if I may say so. You’ll get a taste and might regret sharing this with a stranger,” she teases. 

You smile and ask, “Oh, are you Sokovian?”

She nods and you add, “Well, then I insist on sharing it with you. Maybe you can actually give me a few tips on this recipe?”

“What are you making?” she asks you. You show her the recipe on your phone and she kindly shares some of her expertise which you’re grateful for. She follows you around the store making conversation as you grab the rest of what you need. Technically, you follow her around as she suggests you other stuff to add to the recipe. 

You add a mini mason jar to your cart. You both head to pay and outside pour some of the spice into your mason jar and give her the rest of the bottle. You thank her for all the help and wish her a great day. 

Wanda gets back to the tower in a positive mood. Everyone notices and asks her what happened. She replies that she just had a nice interaction with a stranger and it made her day. 

Though her day was made, the rest of her week was hell. She doesn’t know what is wrong with her. Her powers have been failing her. She doesn’t understand. At first she thinks it’s just the more difficult things she can’t do but then she notices how no one’s thoughts appear in her head. It’s quiet. She only hears her own. 

Something was definitely wrong.

You thought you were imagining things but after guessing what your friends’ were thinking for the umpteenth time, you knew you had taken someone else’s power. 

You don’t think it’s too bad at first. Only your friends’ heavy thoughts made their way into your head. Unfortunately, some of those thoughts you can never unhear again. 

The problem comes when you go to the library for the first time with this new power. The library is hell. It’s full of people who are just thinking loudly. See in public, there are people who are thinking loudly of course, but there are more people distracted and speaking without thinking, which you never thought you would be so grateful for. 

You don’t last in the library for very long. So libraries are on your list of places to avoid. Soon, movie theaters are also on that list and then so are museums. Any place where people are meant to be quiet is where it’s loudest in your head. 

You wish you knew who you touched to get these powers. You begin to think back at everyone the past few weeks that you might have had direct contact with. A hand you shook or an arm you bumped into. You’ve always been cautious about your surroundings so these things wouldn’t happen.

Everyone you greeted at your Sokovian friend’s party you’ve greeted before. No one was new there. The Sokovian at the store!

Damn it. You never got her name or anything. Maybe you’ll encounter her at the store again. The next few days, you spend hours at the same store. People begin to think you’re an employee and you almost feel like one, knowing exactly where everything is from spending so much time there. 

You’ve even made plans with one employee to go hangout. But no green eyed Sokovian makes an appearance. 

Three weeks you have this power when you find that not only can you read people’s thoughts, but you hold things without actually touching them. It happens when you drop something in the kitchen. You reach for it to catch it before it hits the floor but it’s nowhere near your grasp. However, it never hits the floor. 

You then notice a red mist-like substance coming from your hands floating in the direction of the object. You see that it’s holding it up. After that, you start practicing with random things around your apartment. You begin with lighter things, thinking you would only be able to hold weight that you could in your actual arms, but it is not so. 

You work your way up to lifting your car in the air and in that same moment you learn you could do multiple things like lifting your car and replacing the flat tire. 

Two months with these abilities and you feel you start getting the hang of it. You still can’t go to the library. You’ve tried again but the voices are too loud. You still go to the store where you met the woman that unintentionally gifted you these powers to try and return them. She seemed like a decent person and you don’t know what she used these powers for. Maybe she needs them.

You still have yet to find her. 

Wanda hasn’t been on a mission in three months. Instead, Bruce has been poking and prodding her with needles and running countless tests trying to figure out what happened with her powers. Three weeks ago she began to go to a therapist because Steve thought it might be a mental block of some sort that she had to work through.

Though therapy was doing wonders for her, they weren’t getting her anywhere near having her powers back. Bruce’s tests weren’t helpful either. She’s been stuck in the tower for three months and her days have never felt so repetitive until now- train, go to therapy, undergo tests. Rinse and repeat. 

The media had begun to notice as well. She turns to another TV channel where the news anchor asks “Where is Wanda Maximoff?” as if she’s disappeared from the face of the earth. In a way she has.

Fortunately for her, you are watching that same channel. You are cooking dinner and have the television channel on for background noise. You hear them talking about the Avengers. They’ve never been of much interest to you, although they should be seeing as though you live in the same city and something is always going down here because of that reason.

“For those who have been living under a rock,” the new anchor starts, “Wanda Maximoff is one of the newer additions to the Avengers.”

“She’s the one with the red magic, isn’t she?” the co-anchor asks. That grabs your attention. You turn to look at the screen. “That’s right. She joined about a year ago after the fall of Sokovia.”

That had to be a coincidence, right? 

“She hasn’t been reported to be on any missions the last three months,” the reporter continues. That definitely couldn’t be a coincidence, you think, counting back the time you’ve attained these powers. 

“Here is a clip of Maximoff using her magic to save diplomats at the embassy five months ago when…” You don’t hear the rest as you watch the clip play. 

It’s the green eyed Sokovian who helped you out at the market. Your suspicions about it being her who had these powers were correct. You just didn’t think you took powers from an Avenger. Someone who definitely needs these powers to do her job and save people like the clip shows. Shit.

You smell the food you’re cooking burning. 

“Shit!”

Wanda pounds her hand on the mat. Sweat clings onto her shirt. She’s tired and out of breath. 

“Again,” Nat commands. Wanda huffs and stands up, getting back into her fighting pose. She takes a swing that the Black Widow easily dodges. Not two moves later, she hits the mat again.

“Again,” Nat repeats.

“Natasha, give the kid a break,” Steve says, watching from the side. 

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures him.

Natasha explains, “If therapy and tests aren’t working, maybe self defense will.”

Steve seems doubtful but allows it. They really need Wanda to work through whatever is blocking her from using her powers. He winces seeing Wanda hit the mat.

“Again.”

“I’ve told you for the millionth time. My name is Y/N L/N and I need to speak to Wanda Maximoff. Or any of the Avengers, really. Or even one of their assistants or something. It’s vital,” you try helplessly. 

“Unless you have clearance, I can’t let you up,” the guy at the desk says to you for what feels like the hundredth time. You’ve been coming in the past few days trying to get someone to let you see Wanda. 

“Look, it’s really important. Can’t you, like, give her a message or something?” You’re desperate at this point. He laughs. 

“Ah, yes, let me just text her real quick. ‘hey Wanda. It’s that one guy you said hello to once downstairs. There’s some girl here that needs to talk to you’,” he acts out sarcastically, which you do not find amusing. 

“Listen, buddy. If you do me this favor and get your boss or whoever can give me clearance to see her, I promise she’ll be so grateful for you helping me get to her that she’ll come and thank you herself,” you vow. 

“I can’t help you, Miss. Now please go or I’ll have to call security,” he warns.

You rub your temple in frustration. “Fine. There’s no need for that...Michael,” you read his name. “I’m going.”

You turn around as if to head for the door but then do a 180 and sprint past a security guard who shouts at you to stop. You make your way for the elevators as the security guard runs after you. You press the button for the elevators but you notice they’re nowhere near the ground floor. 

The security catches up to you and in panic, you push him away with Wanda’s powers. He goes sliding across the floor and you bolt for the stairs.

You don’t even know which floor you would find Wanda in but you assume it would be somewhere up top. You begin your ascend. You reach the fourth floor and realize you should start using the StairMaster at the gym. You hear multiple security guards quickly making their way to you. You panic and walk through the wall, not knowing what was on the other side. 

You’re in some kind of engineering lab. You don’t think anyone saw you walk through the wall, so you try to act casual and stroll through the lab trying to find an exit. Then you hear someone call you. “Hey, you.”

You ignore them and act like you didn’t hear. They tell you to stop walking, loud enough that you can’t ignore it. You turn around to see a woman in a lab coat. She asks, “You’re not allowed on this floor. Who let you up here?”

“Oh, uh. Michael sent me,” you lie. “Sorry, I’m new. I must have gotten off on the wrong floor. Maybe you could help me find my way?”

“Where are you meant to be working?” she inquires and you’re stuck not knowing anything about the Stark Tower or Avengers Tower, whatever it’s called. 

“The lab,” you say. Your vague answer obviously creates another question. “What lab?”

“They haven’t told me yet? I’m not actually working in the labs. I’m doing more secretarial duties, taking notes and scheduling stuff.”

“For whom?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at you. You can feel her catching onto you and it’s the only reason why you try this.

“For the big guy, obviously,” you say and then focus really hard trying to read her mind, hoping that a name will pop up in her head. Did Bruce get an assistant? You smile. “Bruce.”

“Well then you are way off. He’s usually working on the 87th floor,” she tells you. 

“Well, thank god there’s an elevator,” you chuckle nervously, pointing behind you. “Well, I should get going before I’m any later. You turn around confidently but as you walk away she stops you once more. You think you got caught but she says, “Elevators are that way.”

She points to the opposite way you came from. You laugh to play off your mistake, “Duh. Sorry, the lab is so big. Thanks.”

You head the right way. You speed walk to the elevators and then jog when you hear a rougher voice telling you to stop. “She’s on the fourth floor.”

You assume they spoke into their walkie, and you know you don't have much time before they catch you. You think quickly. You can’t make your way to the elevator because then obviously they’ll just stop the elevators. You don’t want to walk through a wall; the dangers of that are extreme given this is Stark Tower. You could accidentally walk into an ongoing experiment. 

You had to hide. And suddenly, you had the perfect plan. 

The security guard runs to you. He thinks you’re running for the elevator but then you turn before you get there. He sees you dive behind some clunky machine, presumably to hide behind. You clearly never have won a game of hide and seek in your life, he thinks as he goes around the machine to catch you. 

He’s left utterly confused when you aren’t there. The only trace of you are your clothes down to underwear on the floor. Four other guards make it to the floor. One asks him, “Where is she?”

He doesn’t know how to answer. “She was right here. Search the floor. She’s hiding and I think she’s naked.”

They disperse taking your clothes with them. You let out a breath of relief at not getting caught but then mentally curse that they took your clothes. You still haven’t learned how to make other things invisible yet. You never really used this power. Maybe you should start practicing.

You hustle your naked ass to the elevators, feeling incredibly exposed even though you know no one can actually see you. You press the elevator button and wait impatiently. It dings and opens. 

“The elevators!” You hear one of the guards yell. Two run your way as you step into the car. You put all your energy into staying invisible. It would be really awkward if you were suddenly exposed. You hold your breath when one of them looks in the elevator. You keep yourself in the corner furthest away from them. In their eyes, there is no one in the elevator. 

“She’s not here.” They leave and the doors close. You click the button for the 87th floor.

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This will probably have 3 parts. 

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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Mishaps and Feelings

Okay, I heard you, here’s part two to this ficlet, this part got long though. Nancy’s POV this time around

Ship: Ronance

rating: General

Tags: fluff, baking, pre-relationship, Robin has ADHD and it gets her down sometimes

The center of the "cake" has collapsed, its concave surface barely covering the fact that the toothpick test has not once come out clean but if they leave it in the oven for any longer the edges will get even more burnt than they already are. It moves with a subtle viscosity when Nancy wiggles the pan before she sets it back on the counter with a sigh.

"I don't understand, it looked right." And now Nancy might be reconsidering how exactly she has such a high grade in home economics and might have to start to admit that most of it has to do with Betty Johnson (who definitely wants to be the next Betty Crocker) being her usual partner. 

"It's… it's fine." Robin says with unusual slowness. "I'm sure there's something at the grocery store or something we can pay to put his name on." 

The girl is putting on her best "It's fine" face but Nancy can tell she's disappointed even as she tries to cover up her crestfallen expression. Coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, Nancy rests her hand on Robin's wrist.

"We tried, he'll appreciate that." 

"No, I tried." Robin says harshly, pulling away to lean back on the counter with her hands over her eyes. "Sorry, that was mean." 

"No, it's okay," Nancy joins her slowly, "uhm." 

Robin is twisting her rings around her fingers, ducked chin making her short hair fall into her face and hide her expression. Nancy chews on her bottom lip for a second before taking Robin’s hand gently, giving her time to pull away. Robin lets her but still doesn’t look at her. 

“Want to talk about it?” Nancy offers, squeezing softly.

Robin sighs, “It’s just so frustrating– I feel like I mess things up all the time, and normally it’s fine, I can roll with it. I’ve been the weird kid forever so, whatever, it doesn’t matter but… it just sucks to always feel like you were almost there, but to fall short every time. I– God, sorry. You don’t need to know all that.”

“I want to, though.” Nancy leans into her space to try and see Robin’s face. Robin rarely drops the carefree-yet-anxious-always-herself persona, and Nancy does think that most of the time that version of Robin is true. But no one is unselfconscious all the time, everyone has doubts and problems, and now that she knows they’re there Nancy wants to know more about what Robin worries about.  Robin starts, staring at Nancy with wide eyes as Nancy tells her intensely, “I don’t think you fail at everything.”

Robin snorts, looking away, “No really, I think you’re kind of a genius.”

“Thanks, Nance.” Robin takes a deep breath and smooths back her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears. “I appreciate it, but, let's just move on okay? Can you take us to the store? I’ll buy.” 

That urge Nancy feels to fix things, to always find some solution, takes hold and she shakes her head resolutely once, mouth in a tight line. 

"No, hold on. Here. I have an idea." Robin trails at her heels as she heads towards the TV room, her dad dozing in his arm chair remote in hand, her mom reading on the loveseat while the TV plays some sitcom softly in the background. Karen slowly withdraws from her book when Nancy calls for her and follows with an exasperated, "Okay! Okay, sheesh." When Nancy hurries her before turning and holding out a hand to stop Robin from coming with them. 

"Just– stay here. I'll be right back."

Robin looks confused and apprehensive but slowly sinks to sit at the edge of the loveseat as asked.

"What's all this about?" Karen asks, tucking a fist under her chin when Nancy wordlessly gestures towards their failure. "Well, I don't think frosting is going to fix this."

"Please, can you help us and do one?"

Karen frowns, "Nancy, that's a lot to ask. You said you girls had it covered, this was your responsibility."

"Yeah, I know, it's just… it's really important."

"I don't see how a cake could matter that much."

"It is important– it's important to her, okay?" 

Karen tsks but it seems like she might be thinking about it so Nancy holds her breath, waiting to see if further arguing is necessary. She watches her mother hold up the pan and examine it with a baffled expression before scrapping it out into the trash.

"This was for Steve, right?"

"Yes." Nancy hesitates, unsure where her mom is going to go with this train of thought. "It's his birthday tomorrow, she– we wanted to do something for him."

"I thought you still liked Steve?" Well that is definitely out of left field and leaves Nancy with her mouth dropping open.

"Mom. Seriously? No, it's not like that–"

"I'm just asking! You know, since you broke up with Jonathan you've been hanging out with Steve a lot again. Just seems weird to offer to help someone who's also interested in him, if you still were."

"I'm not for one, and two, neither is she, it's really not like that. We're all just friends, I mean it."

Karen hmms at at her and watches her for a minute with a considering glance.

"Please? Mom, it really matters to her. She was talking about going and getting one of those gross store bought ones."

"Those cakes are fine and you know it." When Nancy groans Karen narrows her eyes. "Why is this so important to you though?"

"It's… she's so disappointed, I want to help."

"You want me to help you mean." There's a flash of something, intuition maybe, that crosses her mom's face and Nancy doesn't want to know what conclusions she's come to. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Really?" 

"Yes, Nancy. Call your friend, I'll show her how to make another. Let me clean this up first, though." Karen laughs when Nancy hugs her tightly and kisses her once on the cheek for a thank you. 

Back in the TV room her dad has finally decided to pay attention to the near stranger in his space much to Nancy’s mortification.  

"You're the one dating the Harrington boy now, right?" Ted says in his slow way from his lazy-boy.

Robin looks like she wants to die a little, her forced laughter coming out more as a yelp. "No, uhm, no I'm not." Even from the doorway Nancy can see the red flush creeping up the back of Robin's neck all the way to her ears. When Nancy calls for her she bolts up out of her seat nearly running over mouthing Thank you.  

She smiles so hard it looks like it might hurt when Nancy tells her the solution she’s come up with, the delighted and grateful energy is coming off of her in waves and it’s infectious. 

“I promise Mrs.Wheeler, I’ll do everything you ask to the letter, thank you so much!” 

Nancy smiles in solidarity and lifts her eyebrows as her mom looks over at her with a bemused expression at Robin’s energy, she’s a lot to get used to but not in an unpleasant way and Nancy’s surprisingly glad that her mom gets to see this part of Robin. 

Wishing of course that her dad hadn’t asked Robin that though, it’s uncomfortable, the idea of everyone assuming Robin is interested in Steve and not the best friend he’s ever had. That’s all people see when they look at Robin and it makes her mad, that this amazing girl can’t be honest about herself without worrying about people hating her for existing. 

Robin beams at her when she looks up and sees Nancy watching her and when she smiles back she’s surprised at how warm she feels. Pressing her hands to her cheeks they’re definitely warm, and she’s not sure what that means or if she’s ready to examine that yet. 

It’s interesting for sure though. 

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That ADHD feeling where you’ve tried something and couldn’t do it right or finish it and it becomes soul crushing. Yeah. 

I too was the gay ND band kid, Robin.  I get it, you’ll be fine.

(@rowan-lee your comments made me laugh so cheers)