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acerathia Ā· 1 year ago
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hello, getting unhinged over obito today (again)
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wordsinhaled Ā· 29 days ago
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thinking about how edwin wore the confession outfit and niko told him he looked nice and charles gave him a onceover. thinking about how charles thought edwin dressed up nice for monty. how charles thought he dressed up nice.
for someone else - or maybe even simply for the sake of telling charles he had feelings for someone else - to make a good impression - to give himself more confidence while sharing a truth about himself with his best mateā€¦
and edwin never had time to correct him, to say: ā€œi dressed up nice for you. this is for you. i am for you.ā€
and only in hell does it all make sense - edwin is in love with him. but did it click for charles - maybe not right away in the moment on the staircase, but maybe later - that edwin had changed outfits for him? that edwin had been trying to impress him. to look good for him and catch his eye and make it special.
thinking about charles - after he realizes his feelings, realizes he reciprocates and finally tells edwin as much - looking back on that moment and thinking that was for me. charles being unable to let it go once he understands. asking edwin if he still has the jumper; asking if heā€™ll wear it again so he can appreciate it properly.
i just think charles would love that edwin did that. that edwin, who has worn the same thing for decades, put that sort of thought into the occasion of admitting his feelings to charles, even without any expectation that charles would feel the same.
thinking about charles who has perhaps in the past been used to not being the forever choice, loving that edwin takes loving him seriously, wanting to let edwin know the effort wasnā€™t in vain. charles unable to take his eyes off edwin the second time that edwin wears the outfit, looking so besotted that anyone could see how much he adores edwin from miles off.
and edwin, feeling wanted, feeling loved in return under charlesā€™ attention, not realizing how much heā€™d appreciate having charles see him in this outfit as intended and how much it would settle something in him. perhaps edwin getting to say the words heā€™d planned to say, in the comfort of knowing they will be received and returned in kind.
simply - charles having a whole Experience about the confession outfit and getting to revisit it while they are in an established relationship, and it bringing them both this sort of closure and thrill and happiness, at getting to be in love, at getting to communicate their love to each otherā€¦
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stevebabey Ā· 2 years ago
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you thought it would be all sweetness??? nooo u got to have a little miscommunication angst before anyone gets any hickies. but they will. in time >:) part one. part two. this is a part three :)
Steve blames it all on the clock.
That stupid cuckoo clock on the wall of the Munson trailer. It's an absolute horror of interior design that would make Steveā€™s mom shiver if she ever laid eyes on it. Itā€™s probably why Eddie loves it ā€” and the god-awful cuckoo! noise it makes when it goes off.
Because the moment Eddie utters that delightful question, asking for a hickie, the nerve of him, Steve loves it ā€” and Steve is more than ready to oblige him ā€” the stupid clock goes off.
It gives them both a fright, Steve more than Eddie. He gives a whole-body twitch that shifts them both, his head snapping to the wall, a breath forced out of his lungs at the sight of the mustard-coloured bird. Shit. Stupid fuckinā€™ clock, Steve thinks.
But it seems to break the trance over the room. The sweet tension of their shared closeness is sucked out of the room in an instant. Steve is suddenly aware of the time the popping out bird is announcing. Itā€™s late. Far later than Steve intended to stay over, especially considering work tomorrow.
Without meaning to, the prickle under Steveā€™s skin rolls through his body. It steals away the comfort that he usually feels with Eddie, tenseness filling his body. Steve hates it ā€” hates how he canā€™t stop himself from tensing up beneath Eddie.
Eddie notices. He's quick to to retract himself from Steve, pushing up and back, giving Steve his space. He sits beside Steve on the couch, still close. Not close enough to touch.
It helps. The rigidness of Steve's body relaxes just a bit but Steve doesnā€™t want that. He wants Eddie back on him. Wants his hands gripping Steveā€™s side. His breath fanning over Steveā€™s face, cheeks cherry red and pupils blown wide. Steve doesnā€™t say any of that and he sure is shit isn't brave enough to ask for it.
Instead, he croaks, ā€œItā€™s late.ā€
Steve reluctantly pushes himself up from his slumped position, eyes already searching for his scattered shoes. He misses the way Eddieā€™s face falls, the way he tries to tug his hair in front of his face to hide the hurt. It takes another second to school his expression.
Steve hears a cough and then Eddie agrees with a murmur. ā€œYeah, sure.ā€
The words ache. No part of Steve is relieved to have Eddie agree with him. Heā€™s not sure what he wanted; for Eddie to egg him to stay just a little while longer? To prove that their kisses hadnā€™t been a heat of the moment impulsivity? There's nothing to prove they weren't.
No, it was Steve who said he had to go. It is late. But then again maybe, Eddie wanted him to leave. But, noā€” Eddie just asked for a hickie, he wouldnā€™tā€”
ā€œDonā€™t you have work early tomorrow?ā€ Steveā€™s spiral cuts short at Eddieā€™s voice, tinged withā€¦ irritation?
O-kay. Now Steveā€™s not sure what to think. What had been the source of immense joy because Steve had asked for a kiss and Eddie said yes is suddenlyā€¦ tilted.
The beginnings of embarrassment begin to cling to Steve like a thick fog. Heā€™s done it again. Been overly eager. Asked for too much, too soonā€” fuck, that had been Eddieā€™s first kiss too.
ā€œYeah,ā€ Steve replies, standing and shoving his foot into the one shoe he can find. He spies the other one under the table and wiggles it out with his toe. He canā€™t find in it to look at Eddie, not just yet. ā€œYeah, uh, I should get going.ā€
Itā€™s all wrong. Steve shouldnā€™t be leaving ā€” not on these terms. Not when he canā€™t look at Eddie for fear of what heā€™ll find. Regret? Steveā€™s not sure if he could face Eddie again, not if thereā€™s even a trace of it on his face. It would feel like Halloween all over again, a bludgeon on Steveā€™s too-soft heart. Itā€™ll crumble, he just knows it.
Steve wants to stay. He really wants to. He wants to ask for another kiss, ask for a dozen more kisses. Wants to give the hickie Eddie asked so nicely for and receive one back; matching love bites, like a gentler version of their matching twisted scars adorning their sides.
But heā€™s always asking for more. Steve always needs more. Itā€™s greedy. Itā€™s embarrassing how much he wants it, how heā€™s already gotten patient touches from Eddie but itā€™s not enough. Eddie had sounded a pinch annoyed ā€” even aggravated at Steve.
It doesn't cross his mind that it might be for any other reason. Really, Steve thinks heā€™s doing Eddie a favour.
ā€œUm,ā€ Steve clears his throat, takes the wobble out of his words. Nods to himself and chances a glimpse at Eddie. The older is staring down at his lap, locks of hair trapped between twitchy fingers. They should talk about it. Steveā€™s not brave enough to risk his heart tonight.
ā€œWell, gā€™night.ā€ He says quietly, letting himself out the trailer door. He closes it behind him gently, shoes tapping against the stairs on the way down. It feels wrong, it feels wrong ā€” but it would be selfish to turn back.
He repeats the sentiment over and over, raspy whispers beneath his breath as he climbs into his car. It would be selfish. The engine turns over and he hesitates for just a moment, hoping to catch a silhouette in the kitchen window. Itā€™s empty. Of course, itā€™s empty.
Of course, Eddie is not chancing for a glance at him on his way out because Steve just asked for more and more and more, and he took Eddieā€™s first kiss and thenā€” He whispers it to himself again. It would be selfish to turn back.
When he thinks about it on the drive home, Steveā€™s sure it all comes back to that stupid fucking clock.
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Eddie stares in the mirror.
Heā€™s not sure why he was so convinced there would be some radical change in him upon popping his make-out cherry butā€¦ well, here he was. Staring in the mirror like he had this morning. Except 10 hours earlier, he had been unkissed.
Tonight, the difference shows. His lips are rosier than usual, a swell to them given by hasty sweet kisses. Itā€™s the only evidence of his spit-sharing moment of passion with Steve on the couch. The rosy colour is already beginning to fade.
Eddie sinks his teeth in. He doesnā€™t want the only physical proof that he even got to kiss Steve to be gone so soon. Even if that fact seems terribly bitter now.
ā€œWhat the shit did you do, Munson?ā€ He murmurs to himself in the tiny bathroom mirror.
Itā€™s got toothpaste specks splayed across it. Eddie stares past them. Stares into his own face, reading every change in his features as emotions inside him churn. Itā€™s heading for a distraught expression, the upturn of his brows and quiver in his lips giving him away. He always was a crier. Eddie really wishes he wasnā€™t.
ā€œIdiot!ā€ He pairs the word with a bang on the wall beside the mirror, frustration leaking out. The toothbrush on the sink shudders in its cup with a clink.
Eddie hates the welling in his eyes. He hates that he ruined the first fuckinā€™ good thing to happen to him in this town. Loathes that he drives away the first person who actually knows him and still wants to kiss him.
Well, wanted to kiss him.
Eddieā€™s pretty sure Steve scampering out of the trailer is more than a big enough sign. Itā€™s a blazingly bright neon sign ā€” light up words that say ā€˜This was a mistake!ā€™
Except, it hadnā€™t felt at all like a mistake to Eddie. It had felt wonderful, better than anything he had thought, the soft curve of Steveā€™s lips, the grip on his hands on Eddieā€™s face, the heat in his face, theā€” Eddie growls, wiping his hand down his face to shake the thoughts. Too good to be true was what it was.
Itā€™s because of what he said. Of what he asked for. It had to be that. Butā€” but Steve had looked eager and almost excited and then the stupid clock had gone off, scaring the shit out of them both. Maybe it was then that Eddieā€™s words had sunk in and Steve realised what heā€™d gotten intoā€” and who heā€™d gotten into it with.
ā€œYou had to ask for more, huh?ā€ Eddie scolds himself angrily, wiping his cheeks harshly when a tear streaks free. Another follows, just as fast. Eddie wipes roughly at his face to clear them. Doesnā€™t care about the streaks of red he leaves on his cheeks. Another trembling reprimand comes out. ā€œYou just had to push it, huh? You fuckinā€™ idiot.ā€
Eddie canā€™t stand his reflection anymore. He tears his gaze away as he spins and heads straight for his room.
The button on his stereo is sticky and it takes a few forceful clicks to turn it on, but when he does, he cranks it. Itā€™s loud enough heā€™ll surely wake some neighbours. Eddie canā€™t find it in him to care, not even when the neighbours dog starts off with its incessant barking. Anything to stop hearing himself cry.
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ā€œSomethingā€™s up with Eddie.ā€ is the first thing Robin says when she comes in the front door.
Steveā€™s mid-yawn when she does, a result of a night of tossing and turning, and he somehow manages a strange choke at her words. In a haste to shut his mouth, he chomps on his fingers covering his mouth ā€” then hisses, pulling it away from his face. He ignores Robinā€™s perplexed expression, shoving the hand deep in his pocket. His ears feel a tad hotter.
ā€œWhat? Why? What makes you think that?ā€ Steve asks the questions in rapid succession. Very chill, he chides himself. At this rate, Robin would have him all figured out 10 minutes into their shift.
And itā€™s not likeā€” well, Robinā€™s advice is usually great. A bit cut-throat, sure. She doesnā€™t have a problem trodding on his feelings on her way to tell him the hard truth. Usually, itā€™s fine. Steve could probably do with a bit of ego-bruising.
Today, heā€™sā€¦ Itā€™s different. Thatā€™s what Steve tells himself. This thing with Eddie, he wants to fix it himself. And with too much meddling from Robinā€™s advice, even if it was with the best intentions, might mix things up too much. Itā€™s hard enough keeping his half-baked apology thatā€™s been brewing since last night in proper order in his mind.
Thankfully, Robin doesnā€™t comment on his odd demeanor. She just bustles into the back room ā€” there are a couple sounds of her dumping her stuff. When she comes back out the front, sheā€™s fixing her Family Video vest. It looks perfectly straight to Steve.
He checks his own ā€” itā€™s sitting askew, part of the collar flipped over. He hastily fixes it, running his hands down the front to smooth it a bit.
ā€œJust,ā€ Robin starts, talking as she sits in front of the computer, beginning to take a crack at the admin she managed. She likes doing things as she talks, Steve knows. Helps keep her from letting words run away from her.
Steveā€™s thankful for it now because she isnā€™t looking at him when she says, ā€œI think he might have had a bad nightmare last night, or something of that sort. I donā€™t know. Maybe Iā€™m way off ā€” you know how I am with trying to read people, Steve. Iā€™m not good at it! But when I saw him, he just seemedā€¦ā€
Robin seems to take an extra moment to deliberate her word choice. Steveā€™s really glad sheā€™s still facing the computer so she canā€™t see the myriad of emotions that show on his face.
ā€œā€¦Off.ā€ is the word she decides on.
Which means bad. Steve feels like heā€™s swallowed a stone. It sinks deep into his stomach. It burns, sour and scorned, twisting up his gut. It means Eddie is bad ā€” it means disappointment, means he regretted it. That Steve had been right; that heā€™d been too eager, too soon. Too much.
Right. Of course, this happens again. Really, Steve had brought it on himself by asking for so much. It had been one thing to ask for a hug ā€” who actually has to do that? ā€” and then to expect he might get Eddie to kiss him too? What a overstep. Christ, he's an idiot.
ā€œThatā€™s notā€¦ā€ He hears himself say, still lost in his thoughts. It's only when Robin turns on the stool, brows raised, that Steve realises he hasnā€™t finished his sentence. ā€œGood. Thatā€™s not good. To hear.ā€
Steve turns and starts shuffling around the films on the returns cart, picking them up at random. He stares at a copy of ā€˜The Princess Brideā€™ in his hands, a new release, and forces out a causal question.
ā€œWhat made you think that?ā€ He asks, shoving the film into an empty slot, like he was arranging them. Heā€™s relieved when Robinā€™s clicking on the keyboard resumes, along with a dramatic sigh.
ā€œI donā€™t know. I donā€™t know if I can be trusted to read anyoneā€™s emotions correctly at any given time, honestly. Remember that old lady? I thought she was being sweet that whole time and then you told me she was being rude! And I couldnā€™t even tellā€¦ā€
Robinā€™s ramble is comforting and helpful to Steve in a way he didnā€™t know they could be. He presses the cart out, finally getting a move on with it, but delivers a quick nod to Robin when sheā€™s looking to let her know heā€™s still tuned in. He listens to her get distracted by another topic and leaves Eddieā€™s name in the dust. Itā€™s a silent relief.
Itā€™s a task to multi-task, listening and devising a plan, but Steve has all shift to find the balance. Itā€™s sometime between finishing re-stocking the action section and starting the romance that Steve decides he should apologise. He should go over today and apologise.
Eddieā€™s a big boy but Steveā€™s fairly certain now, if he regretted it, Eddie had probably felt obliged to kiss him back. Probably hadnā€™t minded the first kiss but- butā€” Something sticks in his brain; it was Eddieā€™s first kiss.
It makes Steve feel worse. It doesnā€™t matter, really, Steve should say sorry for all of it. God, heā€™s such an idiot.
By the time heā€™s clocked out, itā€™s all set in place. Heā€™s got a dozen different apologies running in a loop in his head, reciting the words in time with his anxious tapping on the steering wheel. Itā€™s not a long drive out to Forest Hills Trailer Park. The drive is well-known now. Steve tries hard not to wallow in what he might be losing today. What he lost because heā€™d been too greedy with want.
The sight of a brown van parked roadside yanks him from his thoughts. Eddieā€™s van. Steveā€™s stomach turns, nerves gnawing faster. He slows, trying to catch eye of the other boy as he rolls to a stop behind the van. The sun is beginning to dip closer to the horizon, the temperature going with it.
At the same time, they see each other; Eddieā€™s head popping around the raised hood to see who had stopped, right as Steve pops his door. Eddie retreats in an instant. Steve's chest grows a bit tighter.
Gravel crunches underfoot as Steve takes a few wary steps closer. It doesnā€™t take more than a couple before Eddie calls out. He doesnā€™t bother poking his head out again.
ā€œGo away, Steve.ā€
Steve swallows thickly. Yeah, okay, he deserves that. He deserves probably worse than that. But more importantly than that, Eddie deserves to hear this. And Steve... needs to not lose Eddie.
ā€œCan Iā€¦ can we talk?ā€ Steve asks, taking a couple steps closer. A car whizzes by on the road, hidden from Steve's view behind the van. He still keeps his distance, hovering. His hands clench nervously at his sides. Steve shoves them deep in his jean pockets, wiping the sweat off them as he goes.
ā€œWhat part of ā€˜Go awayā€™ isnā€™t clear enough for you?ā€ Eddie snarks back. He still doesn't stick his head out, still wonā€™t look at Steve. It stings.
ā€œI know, Iā€™m sorry,ā€ Steve starts, another instinctive step forward taken. ā€œI-I just, I shouldnā€™t have left like I did last night. I wanted to apologise.ā€
Thereā€™s a clattering from behind the hood like Eddieā€™s dropped a tool. He swears. Steve wants to take another step, wants to see Eddie ā€” wants to read every emotion and apologise for causing any of the ugly ones.
ā€œWell, apology accepted,ā€ Eddie responds. Thereā€™s a bite in his words. His next words are grumblier, quieter. ā€œAnd message fuckinā€™ received.ā€
What? ā€œWhatā€™s that supposed to mean?ā€
ā€œThatā€”ā€ Finally, Eddie steps away from the van, rounding the hood to march up to Steve. His arms cross over his chest, a wrinkle set between his brows that pull his face into a glare. Robin was right; he is off. This isnā€™t normal Eddie. Fuck, Steve had fucked up bad.
ā€œThat means message received, Steve.ā€ Eddie seethes. He uncrosses his arms to gesture wildly. Steve misses the wobble in his bottom lip. ā€œMessage received loud and clear! I get it!ā€
And all Steve wants to ask is: get what? He doesnā€™t ask that. He should know what. That would be an idiotic question, would make Eddie more irritated. Lord knows, Steve has been enough of a fool in the last day. So, he doesnā€™t ask.
ā€œLook, I justā€¦ā€ Steve starts, words a bit weak. They die in his throat as he tries to recall a single apology he had practiced all day and comes up empty. ā€œIā€™m just- I just wantedā€”look, Iā€™m sorry I took your first kiss!ā€
Itā€™s not exactly what he means to say, but Steve certainly is sorry for it. Eddieā€™s expression wavers, some anger slipping away. Confusion takes its place.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Eddie says with a tone of bafflement. ā€œWhat are you talking about?ā€
ā€œAnd Iā€™m sorry I keptā€¦ kept asking for more.ā€ Steve continues on, pulling on the thread inside him, connected to the terrible stone he swallowed earlier. He tugs it. Hopes pulling it will unravel the guilt sitting heavy in his stomach.
Steve scrunches his eyes shut and rubs the bridge of his nose. ā€œI know, okay? I know that I can be a lot.ā€ He sighs and drops his hands.
ā€œBut I didnā€™t mean toā€¦ shit,ā€ He wrenches his eyes open. Eddieā€™s a bit wide-eyed now, brown eyes watching him intently. Steve doesnā€™t know what expression heā€™s wearing, canā€™t tell if itā€™s good or worse. He continues, soft words scraping out his throat.
ā€œI didnā€™t mean to be like that with you.ā€
Eddie searches Steveā€™s face, eyes darting and wild. He licks his lips. His hands are in motion, fingers twisting rings, quick and fast. Itā€™s a nervous action.
ā€œWhat do you mean by ā€˜like that?ā€™ā€ Eddie asks, voice gentler. It's lost its snarl from before.
Steve blinks, a scrape of teeth worrying his bottom lip. He murmurs his admittance lowly, just one word, ā€œSelfish.ā€
Eddie doesnā€™t try to hide his surprise; it ripples across his face in a wave. Confusion melts away into something closer to, Steve hopes desperately, relief. Steve can feel his own heart thudding hard inside his chest ā€” can feel the beat it skips when Eddie steps closer.
ā€œSteve?ā€ Eddie says, sounding unlike himself. Steveā€™s never heard his voice that small. He nods, wordlessly. Eddie searches his face once more ā€” wide brown eyes scanning and devouring. Steve canā€™t help but do the same.
He drinks in the details of Eddieā€™s face; the soft scruff along his top lip, the darkness of his lashes and the way they kiss in the corner that Steve adores. The pink of his lips. The familiar ache to kiss Eddie surges up within him, still as violent and strong as it had been the night before.
Steve should really stop looking at Eddieā€™s lips. Heā€™s supposed to be apologising. He drags his eyes up and meets Eddieā€™s gaze full-on, prepared for whatever he might say. Except, heā€™s not expecting him at all to say;
ā€œCan I... try this again?ā€ It comes out a ragged breath, Eddie's scared eyes conveying the weight behind his words.
And this time Steve doesn't even need to ask what because he knows. Because Eddie's hands are reaching up and holding either side of Steve's face so gently. Steve can't recall a time he's ever been held so softly. His own hands come up slowly, draping around Eddie's wrists to hold them, to keep them there.
Eddie's thumb traces. It draws a sweet line of that familiar fire beneath Steve's skin along til it's settled on Steve's bottom lip, resting. The blood under Eddie's thumb thrums, gloriously warm, aching with want. Yes. Steve thinks. Yes, yes, yes.
"Yes, please." Steve breathes, so sincere the words comes out as a kiss against Eddie's thumb.
So, Eddie kisses him.
now with a part four !
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youchangedmedestiel Ā· 3 months ago
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Friend: What are you doing right now?
Me: I have a lot of projects.
Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?
Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.
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un-pearable Ā· 2 years ago
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in which zane did not know before he died
remembered this very old au concept iā€™ve had since i was tiny watching ninjago for the first timeā€¦ it completely unravels everything i enjoy about zane in the early seasons and i refuse to think of the necessary rewrites atm but i needed to make at least this one scene exist. can an au be naught but a single panel that makes me Sad?
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cows1012 Ā· 6 months ago
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hello....... daemon au once again!! this fanfic changed my brain chemistry guys. please read it here!!!
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batcavescolony Ā· 14 days ago
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A Batfam AU where instead of going to get Dick to be Robin again Tim uses necromancy to bring Jason back from the dead. He just leaves Jason on the Wayne doorstep with a 'do better this time' sticky note. Batman can't find out who did it and Tim stays his little latchkey self with semi ok but distant parents (cus canonical they weren't really abusive just not there which isn't good but they could be worse). His parents bring him along on trips but again they love him but they just leave him to do as he pleases. so in Paris he ends up still getting trained by Lady Shiva. This keeps going and Tim just keeps reviving batfam members, if they fake their deaths and Tim tracks them down to check on them. They still have no idea who their shadow is, they can't find him, Tim likes it this way. Bruce goes MIA and Red Robin happens just minus Tim actually being Red Robin. The JLA doorstep gets a passed-out Batman with a 'I can't believe I have to keep doing this shit' sticky note on his head.
#now you're probably going Batcaves i see those fics all the time? and my retort is those are babyified Tim Drake fics. he then gets adoped#the batfam and has a coffee addiction. i want a Tim Drake that treats the batfam like how wildlife rehab centers treat animals. they make#themselves knowable of the subject. they're striving to improve their quality of care. establish safe working habits. share skills. put car#of the subject over personal gain. be professional and humane. protect welfare of the subject. release the subject as soon as appropriate.#it's just his subject is batvigilantes not a racoon that was on the side of the road.#tim drake#batman#robin#dc comics#dc universe#detective comics#batman comics#batman and robin#batman au#and i think Jack and Janet being abusive is getting boring. have them be ok parents. they give tim a long leash but fail to see hes using i#for his own fun. they never told him he CANT learn necromancy and revive bat vigilantes how was HE supposed to know it's a bad thing??#maybe they should have looked at what he was doing while they were off. (like Phineus and Ferb. He asked if he could learn self-defense.#he learned from Lady Shiva not at the YMCA. He asked if he could read a book on necromancy! you didn't tell him he's not aloud to use what#he learned! he asked if he could go to the cemetery to see Jason! you didn't say he couldn't revive him! and so on)#Tim: mom can I learn self-defense while in Paris?#Janet: that's a good idea there are so many pickpockets here a little training would be nice for you. do you know a place?#Tim: Yes! her name is Sandra#Janet: cool. if you think she's the best choice. here some money.#Tim: Thanks Mom!#janet drake#jack drake#fanfic idea#fic idea#fanfic ideas#batfam
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ohitslen Ā· 1 year ago
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Guess who had a little too much fun with the pathetic reincarnation AU idea :))
To summarize! WW gets reincarnated in a very distant future where humanity is more settled down in the planet. He remembers everything and decides to keep living his life as normally as he is able to. That is until he meets his neighbor when he moved to a new apartment.
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He was an absolute weirdo of a guy who looked just like Vash in so many ways yet was so different in many others at the same time.
He pretends that his system isnā€™t going haywire every time he is around the man, the one that resembles someone he cared for so deeply in a life that wasnā€™t his but remembers all too well. He decides to pretend he doesnā€™t know Vash because he really doesnā€™t, not this one at least.
Meanwhile, Vash is going through a very trippy existential crisis for seeing Wolfwood again after what felt like dozens of centuries. This could clearly not be him however because, well, he knows why. So he pretends not to know him because wouldnā€™t that be weird if he acted like he did?
They avoid each other like the plague, the beautiful and horrible emotions that swarmed on their insides too much to bear just by the presence of the other. They could slip at any moment so it was better to evade the neighbor.
The thing here is, that life has never gone how they want it since ever.
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nicercymybeloved Ā· 9 months ago
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Very attached to the idea that if Percy had been a woman she would have been named Ariadne. Like, I know that Persephone is a popular fanon name for female Percy because it's a nice way to keep her nickname. I've also seen Andromeda used by some because she lives a long life with Perseus in the myths. But Sally would have at least considered it right? Because Ariadne's a popular female figure in mythology, linked to both Theseus and Dionysus, two other famous figures in mythology. She was a clever mortal princess who was dealt a bad hand because her father's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with defying a god, just like how Poseidon's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with breaking the pact he made with Zeus and Hades. And in the end, Ariadne survived both her family's legacy and Theseus's abandonment, becoming Dionysus's immortal wife in both the PJO universe and in many retellings of the myth of the Minotaur and Theseus in real life. Ariadne got to live out her happy ending just like how Perseus did in mythology, which is the main reason why Sally even gave Percy the name Perseus to begin with. Am I delusional to think that Sally would have given a female Percy the name Ariadne? Who the fuck knows. But I'm so attached to the idea that it literally just supersedes any other name I could have come up with
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schneiderenjoyer Ā· 9 months ago
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A few of the many fic WIPs I have in the back log excluding TWTR and TATA. Yes, I draw my ideas first before writing them down, haha
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ragingtwilight Ā· 1 year ago
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one of my favourite headcannons is that narinder fucking sucks at being mortal
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contagious-addiction Ā· 1 month ago
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All these wangxian fics about Wei Wuxian being turned into an animal and needing Lan Wangji to help him but whereā€™s the equally hilarious idea of Lan Wangji becoming an animal during a night hunt and Wei Wuxian having to take care of a disgruntled Lan Wanji turned rabbit, hmm??
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misc-obeyme Ā· 7 months ago
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i'm aware the requests are closed so don't feel pressured or anything but your "my desire to write sololuci smut" tag awoke something within me. solomon getting punished by lucifer for being annoying... solomon subbing for lucifer in exchange for a pact... solomon noticing lucifer's stress and helps him out... old man yaoi now and forever...
NSFW MDNI
(nothing too explicit but obviously much discussion of smut so)
ANON PLEASE. I love old man yaoi so much šŸ˜­
Ah yes I left that tag on the art of Solomon in shibari because HELLO. How could that not inspire smut scenarios, you know what I mean??
I still can't believe they paired these two up for the April Fool's thing, like I know you're saying they're gonna fight each other, but you can't stop me from imagining it full of the sexual tension we all know would be there!
Right, anyway...
Lucifer is an interesting character when it comes to sexy times. He certainly enjoys punishment in a non sexy kind of way lol.
But Solomon is such a silly guy, like I really think he'd just find it funny. He does stuff on purpose to get Lucifer to punish him because he thinks it's amusing. Lucifer would get soooo frustrated.
Now subbing for a pact is interesting because I personally headcanon both of them as switches. So now I'm just imagining Solomon subbing for Lucifer, securing the pact, and then they switch roles. Because now Solomon can actually command Lucifer through the pact, you know? And Lucifer wants to sub so bad, he just wouldn't be able to admit it at first. Well, that's just my opinion anyway lol.
Okay and now the stress situation is interesting too!! Because Lucifer has a problem with being a workaholic and I just know Solomon would pick up on it in a way others might not. Cue him cornering Luci at RAD in an empty classroom so he can use his mouth to relieve some of that pent up stress~ Lucifer protests but in the end he gives in and comes completely undone. They exit the room with Lucifer blushing but looking more relaxed and Solomon's hair sticking up all over the place because Luci couldn't keep his hands out of it.
AUGH. You guys have GOT to stop feeding this brain rot (and by you guys I mean anons and certain mutuals who know who they are lol ily) (and also by stop I mean keep going). I am completely on the solulu train now and I won't be free until I write some legit fics about them. Prepare yourselves because at this point I can guarantee it's gonna happen.
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leadandblood Ā· 2 months ago
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Yes, Irving could have chosen to wear the angel costume himself, however, I think at least one other lieutenant gave him the idea in the first place
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taniushka12 Ā· 2 months ago
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Thinking again abt my silly barry/zane concept where zane yoinks him into the dark place to help him produce nightless night and barry is just having a fun kinda bizarre time in this pseudo dream nightmare with this stupid sexy pseudo alan until they sit down at the theater to watch the movie and he's like hey. Hey. What the actual Fuck is this
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sparrow-in-the-field Ā· 6 months ago
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My maybe meanest idea for a hurt/comfort fic is to have Don have appendicitis and of course Bobby freaks the fuck out. And maybe he hasn't told the guys about his own botched appendectomy so they don't totally get why he's having this hard of a time.
Maybe premed student Chuck, trying to calm him down, says something about how it's a super standard procedure and Bobby just fucking loses it.
If it's in my modern au, maybe Joyce would be the one actually able to comfort and calm him down (now that I'm reading the book I like to think they could have bonded over their health issues, with Joyce's arthritis and maybe even her religious trauma ANYWAY) and maybe she told Joe so then he's the one to fill in the rest of the guys?? Idk, just lots of team bonding while Don's in surgery.
And of course Don's surgery goes fine but he wakes up immediately asking for Bobby and maybe even apologizing/feeling guilty because he knows Bobby would be triggered by the whole thing (obviously Bobby would have told him about it). And Bobby is just like "Don you idiot you can't control what happened to your appendix stop feeling bad" (he's just glad Don's okay).
Hhhhgg add it to the ever growing list of my WIPs
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