#response fic

[questionablequeeries]

“Uh, hey, Eddie…” Robin wiped her exhausted tears away, sitting up a little straighter. None of them had been allowed to enter Steve’s room, she was pretty sure Max and Eleven were ten seconds from breaking in, and now the local drug dealer was here for some reason? What? “What’s up? Did you get hurt or something?” She’d talked to the guy a few times, queer band geeks had to stick together, but she’d never known him to look that worried, not even when he was actively being chased by a cop.

“Wayne’s Steve’s emergency contact.” Eddie threw over his shoulder, already pushing through the crowd of gathered children and adults before throwing open the door and startling the poor nurse inside, “Oh, shit. Who fucked you up?” He asked, taking Steve’s outstretched hand, “Oh, baby boy.” He brushed a few locks of hair from the other’s face, pressing gentle kisses to the few unbruised sections he saw.

“Hey, Eds.” Steve croaked, almost completely out of it. He grunted an acknowledgement when the nurse gave some sort of instruction he definitely didn’t hear through the fog (but Eddie did, he’d hold Steve to them like they were all that stood between his boyfriend and death) before she left.

“Kid, I’m getting the details. You good?” Wayne called into the room, rolling his eyes in amusement when his nephew gave a thumbs up, then made a shooing motion.

“Okay, what? Since when does Steve have a whatever this is?” Dustin didn’t want to presume, but generally he wasn’t just stroking Lucas’ cheek tenderly, so he had to assume they were more than friends. He looked among the gawking crowd, “Did any of you know?”

“Steve’ll tell us when he’s ready.” Hopper snapped out of it, clearing his throat as if to clear his mind. He loved Steve like a son, certainly wouldn’t judge him for liking men, but he damn sure would judge him for dating Eddie Munson. Still, he reached out and closed the door on a tender scene they weren’t meant to see.

s3 secret steddie where steve gets badly injured during starcourt, and his emergency contact is wayne munson. bc the dude loves him like a son and his actual dad never fucking picks up anyways. might as well have someone nearby, who cares, written down instead.

cue everyone discovering that steve has a secret boyfriend (fucking eddie munson, of all people!?) because he and wayne turn up at the hospital frantic after they were contacted and basically told "ur steve harringtons emergency contact. he is actively dying and there's a small crowd gathered in his hospital room that we can't fucking get rid of. what's ur eta??"

[chipper-smol]

[mylittleredgirl]

playing a new game where i talk about fandom using words that belong on corporate powerpoint slides like:

✨ we have to align our headcanons to authentically reflect our strategic mission and meet quarterly margin objectives ✨

sorry to everyone who understood that

[dapper-lil-arts]

I'm not the kind of person that's like "Here let me fix the canon" usually but like holy crap gen 5 implied a lot of messed up shit about our hero Twilight Sparkle lmao

[questionablequeeries]

Was Eddie shocked to find both Steve and Robin sitting at Hellfire? Yes. Was he also fucking thrilled? Absolutely. They were…a little rough, but he was being uncharacteristically understanding and kind, pointedly ignoring the knowing looks he got from Gareth, Jeff, and Grant, and if a boulder nearly landed on Gareth’s character for pointing that out? Well, that was just an unlucky coincidence.

“-So, Sir Stephen runs to meet his husband, holding him tightly in his arms.” Steve was saying.

Eddie was pretty nearly choking on his soda, “His what? Why does Sir Stephen have a husband?” And hoo boy, that was the wrong fucking thing to say.

“What, dragons and elves are believable but gay people don’t exist in this world?” Erica scowled.

“Seriously, I wouldn’t expect that from you.” Dustin looked almost like a kicked puppy, frowning over at Eddie.

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair, “That’s not what I-“

“What happened to ignoring conformity?” Steve wrapped an arm supportively around Will’s shoulders, trying to keep him from breaking down.

“Yeah, Eddie. Be cool.” Gareth smirked in retaliation for that whole boulder incident, earning a withering glare from his DM.

“He just misspoke.” Jeff promised the group, until Eddie decided to open his big mouth again.

“Stephen just doesn’t look gay!” Eddie flailed his arms.

“Oh, so gay people have to fit your mold?” Robin glared.

Will was trying to speak, but he kept getting talked over, tried to assure them all he was okay.

Eddie rested his head in his hands, “You know what? Let’s take a break.” He stood up and grabbed his Camels, leaving the room with his tail in between his legs.

“Guys!” Will finally managed once everything had suitably quieted. He loved what Steve had done for him, but Eddie was the one to take him under his wing, had even told him to tell whoever it was that gave him a hard time that Eddie would beat their asses while wearing platforms, “Eddie’s gay.”

Gareth groaned, “See, you ruined our fun.” He smirked. Eddie told all the members of Hellfire eventually, it was only due to more pressing matters that he hadn’t yet, and he was delighting in teasing his friend about stalling due more to a ridiculously big crush on the jockiest jock to ever jock than being accused of a triple murder.

Steve felt like his heart completely stopped, “He…what?” An odd sense of guilt settled on the group but, for Steve, it was layered with something strange, a feeling he’d never expected: Hope.

AU where Dustin gets Steve and Robin to play D&D with Hellfire and Steve decides his fighter is going to have a husband to make Will feel better.

Eddie loses his shit and ends up getting dog piled about not being homophobic from the Party.

It ends with him chainsmoking in a daze outside while Gareth (who was dying of laughter and immediately jumped on board with the "Yeah Eddie be cool" comments) and Jeff (who sympathized and tried to help Eddie explain but gave up when Eddie kept accidentally digging himself a bigger hole) sit next to him offering back pats.

One of them floats the only way out of this is to admit he's gay.

He just groans and practically eats his cigarette.

[rynli]

just wanted to let you know i do possess a brain. btw.

[eyra]

I don’t usually do discourse on this blog but that last reblog hit the nail on the head. Reader interaction is at an all time low for fic authors and whilst I’m eternally grateful for any and all kudos and comments that I do receive, I feel as if in the past couple of years there’s been this weird migration of comments - they’ve left ao3 and they’re on tiktok instead. So, rather than people leaving comments on my fics, they leave their comments on the videos of people reccing my fics. I see tiktoks about my fics and they’ll have double, triple the number of comments that the fic itself has. It’s so lovely that people are talking about my writing, but it’s just a very strange phenomenon and a very odd feeling when you have a fic that you assume wasn’t overly well received because it has hardly any comments on ao3, but then you see a tiktok full of comments with people saying that it’s their favourite fic.

And I’m going to say something potentially controversial here but not ONCE have I seen a tiktok creator, whose content relies solely on other people’s fics, say anything along the lines of ���leave the author a comment if you enjoy the rec.” Literally never ever seen this. And I think that’s a real shame.

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

[questionablequeeries]

Look, Eddie’s death had been tough on everybody, but Dustin and Steve…it was like waking nightmares. Dustin couldn’t go two sentences without getting teary, words of ‘This was Eddie’s favorite’ and ‘He would have loved this’ becoming like his mantra.

And Steve? Steve spent every night cuddling that vest, that stupid for his modesty cockblocking vest that was starting to slowly lose the scent of the man he…okay, nope, way too late in the night to deal with those feelings. His sleep was shit enough without thinking about the way Eddie went out of his way to smile in the face of a cosmic unfairness, how soft he’d been with Steve’s kids, the firm bite of a jagged bottle against his skin followed with the stone cold glare of a man with nothing to lose.

Steve’s Eddie thoughts were interrupted by the sound of glass shattering downstairs, sending him shooting awake, the vest set carefully behind him in place of a spiked bat. He slowly crept downstairs, heart stopping in its tracks at the sight of a shirtless man in his kitchen covered in scars, wings flaring out behind him like an avenging demon, eyes glowing a burning red in the darkness between them.

“Hey.” Eddie greeted, claws wrapped around a bowl and spoon, “You’re out of milk.”

I would just like for Steve to trudge downstairs half asleep, brain still lingering in a really nice cosy dream fog to find Eddie eating cereal in his kitchen as if he didn't just die like two weeks ago.

[zevrra]

hi! jayce x reader where she (or they whatever) is working in the lab w him and the experiment goes a little haywire, getting her hurt? please make my man as pathetic wet dog guilty as possible bonus points if you mention the beard please thank you

includes: [fluff!] something goes wrong in the lab and jayce feels really bad about it!

ft. jayce x gn!reader

extra(s): i hope i wrote jayce pathetic enough for you anon!! thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy it!! (also i love the beard and will take every chance i can to mention it KSHSKH jayce is SO FIONE)

you had wanted to surprise your lover, jayce talis, so you showed up to the lab with some lunch for the two of you. he hadn’t expected you and was so happy to see you. soot covers the side of his cheek as he wears his cute little goggles, hair a mess as he turns his back on his latest project to greet you.

“baby!” jayce chirps happily. his hands find your waist as he settles to stand before you, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips.

you smile and roll your eyes at your goofy boyfriend. moving his goggles out of the way before kissing him back. “thought i’d drop by with some food. is that okay?” you ask as jayce wraps you up in a hug. you move your thumb across his face, wiping away as much dirt as you can with a furrowed brow; it was never easy cleaning his face with his beard now. “maybe you should shave?” you tease him with a soft laugh, wiping your hand across his lab coat.

jayce pouts at your words, running a hand along his bearded chin. “what, you don’t like it?” he asks with a lifted eyebrow before shaking his head to get back onto the topic of food. “anyway, you have perfect timing actually! i could use your help with this…thing while we eat.” jayce sighs as he gestures towards the project he’s probably been slumped over for too long; hence the length of his beard. you smile as he joyfully takes the food you offer him before moving back to the lab’s desk while dragging you along with him. “i just don’t know what i’m missing.” he mutters as he takes a bite out of the snack you’ve brought him, leaning against the desk. his eyes glance from his notes, to whatever hex project he’s got sitting on his desk, before looking over at you.

you settle in beside jayce with a smile as you reach to pick through his notes. your eyes scanning over his messy handwriting as thoroughly as you can while jayce rests a heavy hand on your waist, needing to keep you close at all times when it’s just the two of you. something you dearly loved about the man. “have you tried upping the voltage?” you ask as you read through the notes; to which jayce nods in response, mouth clearly full. “what about switching the plus and minus here around?”

jayce stops his snacking for a minute, clearly thinking about your proposal, as he considers the option. he sets his lunch down and turns around to face the notes in your hand, reading over where you point to. “no but…here, i think channeling energy here instead might work!” jayce states with a newfound confidence, slipping his goggles back on as he fully turns to the hex project.

and then it all happens so fast.

seconds within jayce toying with the rune, an explosion sets off. the light blue shimmer of magic raises every hair on your body; and it sends a cold, dreadful shiver down your spine. you barely have time to react to get away but luckily, jayce does. his hands are grabbing your body, yanking you away while turning his back towards the explosion, pulling you entirely into his chest to cover you from the blast. thankfully, by some miracle, before the “big boom” the rune fizzles out and dies, and only a very small shockwave shatters some nearby glass; leaving you and jayce intact but shaken up.

after it quiets down, you manage to peel your face off of jayce’s shoulder and look around. his desk is a mess, notes mixed with broken glass lay all over the floor— meanwhile smoke rolls silently around the project. jayce, suddenly realizing that he and you were both, in fact, still alive, gasps, squeezing you a little tighter before barely pulling inches away.

“oh gods,” jayce mutters as he quickly scans over your face. he pulls you gently further away from the blast, hands roaming your entire body to inspect you before caressing the side of your face. his thumb wipes gently along your face as he inspects a cut you didn’t know you had. “shit!” he curses under his breath, hazel eyes full of agony and sorrow as he looks at the wound inflicted upon you. “are you ok? does it hurt anywhere else?”

your heart beats hard in your chest but you shake your head at his question, still in shock from moments ago but relatively you’re physically okay. your hand slightly trembles as you manage to reach up and touch where his hand gently caresses you, feeling the sticky of your blood from your open cut. it stings, pretty good, but not deep enough to need any kind of stitch work. jayce holds your face dearly in his hands as his eyes fill up with tears. “i’m so sorry. my god i could’ve killed you.” jayce practically sobs as both of his hands hold your face gently now, pressing his forehead against your own. “i’m so sorry love. please forgive me.” he mutters, defeated as he holds you.

you take a deep breath in, hold it for a second, then release it; squeezing jayce’s hand gently. “jay, it’s not your fault. please, are you okay?” you whisper in a worried tone, pulling away just enough to look at him.

“i don’t care about me!” he responds with a tremble to his voice; seemingly biting back his sobs.

you shake your head, giving his hand one more squeeze. “well, i care. now come here.” you frown before taking a step back and dragging him along with you. without struggle, he let’s you lead him further away from “ground zero” and finally allows you to check him out now. and thankfully jayce has only suffered a few small cuts to the long coat he wears. and if it weren’t for that damned lab coat he wore, things could've been a lot worse. “you’re okay.” you sigh with relief, smoothing your hand across his jaw and neck. “no serious bleeding or any open wounds that i can see.” you add with a soft smile.

but his eyes continue to tell you how upset he is. unhappy at all about the injury on your face but he remains unscathed. he can barely look at you; and when he does, he stares at the scratch along your cheek. “i can’t believe i got you hurt.” jayce says, drooping like a wilted flower as he looks up at you through his eyelashes as he sits down in a cleaner area.

“jayce, darling, you didn’t do anything. you can’t control the uncontrollable.” you hum softly, taking his face into your hands as he settles himself down. and at your touch he melts into your palm, puppy dog eyes staring up at you as one of his big hands covers over one of your hands.

“i am so sorry.” jayce mumbles with a sad pout.

you frown a little, pouting, as you move the flat of your palms across his beard, scratching his face just a little as you try and will his self blame away. “maybe this beard is just bad luck.” you grumble but the tease manages to get jayce to crack the tiniest smile. you chuckle as his face softens in your hands. turning his lips to kiss the inside of your palm.

“ha, nice try. i’m not shaving.” jayce teases with a smile he hides behind your hand. you mirror his smirk as he pulls you down to him, pressing his lips into yours in a tender kiss.

yeah. you two were going to be okay.

[teaforthetilllerman]

[fuji-sen]

Monachopsis; SAGAU Creator!Reader Headcanon

Monachopsis: the subtle feeling of being out of place.

c/w: angst, homesickness, slight cult genshin impact characters.

synopsis: The adrenaline and excitement had worn off, what replaced it was a sense of detachment and the feeling of homesick-ness slowly building up. No longer feeling joy at being treated like a God in your favorite game, you could only feel that subtle but persistent feeling that you did not belong there coupled with the sadness and grief at your past life.

divider credits: @enchanthings

✨ you wonder how things became like this, perhaps it was because you were constantly detained and kept inside a lavish palace, unable to see the outside world.

✨ or perhaps it was how your acolytes treat you.

✨ they did not harm you, but they might as well have all together.

✨ they treat you so full of devotion and reverence. Their touches stiff and light never holding you for longer than it is necessary, their manner of speech was always formal, never jovial even the bard of Mondstadt had a more serious and deep persona when it came to you.

✨ although their goal was simply to respect you for you were their supposed Creator, that very devotion towards you became the very wall that separated you from them.

✨ you could not get close to them, you could not pass that damned relationship between a Creator and a faithful believer.

✨ Furina had been closed to you at least, perhaps because she understood your plights. However your relationship seemed sinful in the eyes of the other acolyte.

✨ you no longer were able to see the cheerful girl.

✨ Buer or Nahida who's ability to read minds and the hearts of people worked on you, but it seemed she had learned from Fontaine's leader, she did not get close to you, however she left more sincere gifts for you.

✨ handwritten letters, books with annotations, even Aranara's were given to you on the guise of being servants.

✨ speaking of gifts, wealth, gems, lavish furniture, clothes made from the rarest fur and the softest silk had been presented to you. At first it made you overjoyed, to received the things you had long for, to become rich and wealthy.

✨ now seeing the pile of untouched presents all you could feel was cold, it was impersonal really. The clothes did not suit you, the gems and gold were useless for you could not even go out to spend it, the furniture as well for it was too big for you to used by yourself and you lacked the friends to even sit together with and have a chat.

✨ however upon seeing your favor towards the dendro archon's gifts, they tried to follow in suit. Yet their letters were simply filled with compliments of your visage, poems and tales about how great you were, talking about you as if you were a historical person they had studied and were doing a greatly embellished report on but never truly getting to know you.

✨ to fight off the feeling of sadness that began to wallow in you, you asked for them, desperately, "treat me as your friend, if you truly love me as your God then treat me how I want to be treated." you'd say.

✨ they looked at each other, before carefully and hesitantly agreeing.

✨ now you felt guilty, they spend their times on you. Chatting with you, telling you stories.

✨ you feast together, with food made by Xiangling and other characters.

✨ but even as they surround you, their conversations became white noise to you and the food seemed tasteless under your tongue.

✨ you did not feel like you belong among them. especially with that nagging voice in your head, snickering and whispering that 'they aren't your friends, they're just acting like it all because their precious Creator begged them to.'

✨ In the past, or your past life, doing something for yourself, by yourself seemed like a chore. The mundane chores, your job, studying even, but now that seemed like a luxury with the title of God.

✨ they did not ask you to do anything, you did not participate in state of the nation addresses, you could not change laws or fight for the people. . at least they didn't let you.

✨ you could not even clean your own room or dress yourself, Noelle took care of the cleaning, Chiori took care with choosing a set of clothes each day for you to wear like you were a kid and Xiangling did the cooking.

✨ It left you with nothing to do, like you had no purpose other than sitting still and looking pretty like a piece of decoration.

✨ Nobody disagreed with you even, nobody argued with you, they were like yes-men. God you began to miss your parents and siblings, you missed your classmates/coworkers, you missed working, you missed being your own person!

✨ it was beginning to eat you up at this point,

✨ to the point you had became overwhelmed with sadness.

might make a mini-headcanon series for this or an actual series revolving around this idea/angst.

do you want a series like this tho? it'd be heavily angst and might just have a bad ending or good ending.

[justaz]

im not a fan of modern merthur but the idea of them meeting in modern times and introducing themselves to each other and them laughing and bonding over their names being connected to the myth of king arthur and camelot is just so cute

[ky-landfill]

Could you please do Bruce calming Tim from a panic attack or nightmare please? 🙏

[cornerstoreclown]

Hmm, imagine knowing Art during childhood and him coming off as this really weird and morbid kid but still like hanging out with him (and him liking to hang out with you) but you having to move away, and coming back years later in adult hood and running into him in his clown fit, but you don’t recognize him (yet) but he does you can gets soo excited

I think that would be QUITE interesting.

Maybe he doesn’t see your FACE right away, and dare I say he’d treat you like you’re one of his next victims. He’s on the hunt, on the prowl for his next target.

The way he snuck up on you, grabbed you by your shoulders. Turned you around violently to face him and you’re HORRIFIED. Horrified because you HAD heard about the Miles County Clown and knew it was a risk coming back home, but perhaps you had family you needed to see.

And as his face is inches away from yours, his hot breath hitting your face, Art’s expression shifts from something holding nothing but maliciousness to a kind of familiar tenderness. His hold on you loosens. You’re still too much like a deer in headlights, up until Art does this secret handshake you both had when you were kids that you liked to do since he didn’t talk in his youth either. It was one of the few ways you reached out to him.

He even takes your hand with his to help him complete that secret friendship handshake you both had, and when you look in his eyes, you catch that familiar gleam you remember seeing when it was the both of you as kids. That look was more often present when he was about to do some sort of fucked up prank or he had an idea.

The Miles County Clown is still smiling wide at you, and dares to even pull you in for a hug, which you accept—but you’re still shook.

Man, how fucked up would that be. Imagine. Imagine knowing that your childhood ‘friend’ is now the killer and the only thing that stopped you from being on a t shirt is because you decided to befriend the weird quiet kid.

At least you got to go home that night.

[varpusvaras]

I don't remember who the post was originally by, but it mentioned that what Jason is saying is probably less likely to be taken seriously because he is often very emotional (angry, raising his voice etc) while he is speaking, instead of being calm and logical.

And my angst brain really kicked into the high gear because Jason is canonically an emotional crier. Now him crying could be taken as a sign that he really means and feels deeply about the thing he is talking about, but because I want even more angst, instead people will be even more dismissive of him. We can talk about this when you have calmed down. I won't listen while you're being like this. Are you trying to get some kind of reaction out of me with that? It's not working.