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Yāall want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you wonāt even write femslash about her
#I was curious so I looked it up 1038 fics on ao3 tagged Taylor Swift and f/f#like Iām not necessarily encouraging people to go out and write rpf#but itās wild that arguably the biggest musical artist right now who has a huge community speculating about her sexuality has so little fic#like this isnāt a good or bad thing I just think itās interesting#idk Iām not actually a swiftie like that#like I listen to her music and keep up generally with what sheās doing but Iām not really in the fandom#so there might be something Iām missing
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the scene people keep screaming about from chapter 5 of theseus' guide
#gravity falls#gf theseus' guide#billford#stanford pines#bill cipher#stanley pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#m.png#THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO TAKE ALL WEEK AAGH#cool thing i did where i took these characters who i cant draw from any angle but the front and then have them turning around CONSTANTLY#not just views from different angles either! active turning! im a genius!#i feel like you can tell which shots were drawn on different days sadkfhlgljaskg this killed me. i was gonna clean up the bgs but fuck that#theyre functional on a basic level and that is all we need#anyways can you believe the notorious line is only in the fic because an eagle eyed editor (not myself) caught it just before it was delete#and started screaming until it got put back#also the way stump came over while i was making this and was like 'oh right. i ship them' at the way i made bill flirt lmao#it hits different in the visual!#alright now i gotta fucking haul ass on the chapter 8 one
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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.
like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been
#like you get why all the fics about those two are insane right. the narrative is just so goddamn compelling#and thats not even getting into the whole thing abt the serum curing steve of every ailment except his love for bucky#which makes him realize it was never an ailment to begin with (despite the commonly held beliefs about homosexuality in the 1940s)#and bucky being *electroshocked* again and again into forgetting steve#like howd you make your gay ass movie that gay and not realize it. its kinda impressive#sorry for the ridiculous stucky retrospective its 4am and i rewatched the winter soldier recently#its not that deep. its not its not its not . but if it was anything other than what it is it could have been. and thats the worst part#shut up riley#marvel#stucky
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who is your favorite AA character? šļøšļø
ziskaā¦ I hope capcom brings her back someday
#shes cool as fuck to me bc when I first played jfa I found her really frustrating to deal with#not just as Phoenix but I mean like on a personal level she is challenging because sheās so thorough#and yet I also find it fascinating that she breaks the character sheās built for herself once in a while#i 100% believe that I donāt think she would have caught on to what Phoenix was trying to do while stalling for time with engardes trial#so itās probably a good thing edgeworth subbed in but she literally busts her ass to bring evidence to court#almost right after having a bullet extracted from her WHICH SHE ALSO PRESENTS AS EVIDENCE. thats metal as fuck ok#especially since she would technically have nothing to do with the case after edgeworth fills in and she still decided to do that anyway#maybe it was blind faith to use that evidence to win since she wasnāt there for most of the trial but still#and even if canon doesnāt give it to me I still firmly believe thereās be at least some chemistry between her and Maya#like especially if you hold it next to wrightworth that works bc thereās already a history there and majority of Phoenix and miles trying#to relearn their relationship is Phoenix coaxing out that side of Miles that he remembers from fourth grade#but with Franmaya itās something new and theyāre basically strangers to each other and one of them almost got the other convicted#and I still think thatās fascinating and itās a damn shame thay half of the fics I find for them on ao3 is background in wrightworth fic#i did find a good one that touched on Franziska trying to win pearls approval because Pearl does hold a grudge against her#and seeing that trying to live up to perfecting even her personal relationships without getting to know Pearl to even know#why it wasnāt working feels believable when I think abt her as a character yk#myart#my art#doodles#aa#ace attorney#franziska von karma
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Act I ~ The Prince
A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3
#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#nmbb24#happy nrmt big bang!!! there are two more of theseā¦..#but youāll have to wait for them#fan art#aa#ace attorney#dick gumshoe#maya fey#manfred von karma#ā¦bro is creepingā¦#wHEEWWWW ok took me a bazillion years to catch up with my day but HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS ON THIS ONE:#the border is intended to be read in counter clockwise direction#so: top -> left -> bottom -> right#and YES the sun and the moon are intentionally associated with the attorney's and prosecutor's badges respectively#phoenix and miles are our sun and moon throughout this story so be sure to look for that in the fic too!!#this style was very experimental for me but i wanted it to mimic the feeling of a tapestry hence me referring to it that way#i WISH this was fabric that would be sick as fuck#i will eventually share a proper breakdown of the thoughts and intentions behind everything but for now...#im gonna miss Phoenixās cloak bc im obsessed with the design actually. wish that thing was real too#miles is my cunty little bitchboy in this wearing his thousand pound fur coat and the suitor stompy boots#if you thought that was a rug and went Oh. ...that was on purpose :^)))))#rendevok#id in alt text
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'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombinā¢/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel
#stranger things#platonic stobin#mombinā¢#robin buckley#steve harrington#i blacked out at 2am last night and wrote like 25 pages#i don't write fic so i do this instead and get to call it my job#incredible#i have No excuse to not finish this one bc i'm not at school anymore#there has to be an existing gay club called passionfruit right#cw pregnancy
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Your Merthur fanart is amazing! I LOVE the way you capture their expressions!!! If you've got the spoons might I request Arthur seeing Merlin in a wedding dress and being absolutely poleaxed because since when was Merlin hot- (they're idiots in love your honor). You capture their entire like. Fundamental dynamic SO WELL; your art is expressive and beautiful and I love it.
Merlin likes t help where he can
#Merlin wearing dressing speaks to me in such a way idk I canāt describe it#Arthur youāre right he is hot idc#Gwen regularly employed his help with this sort of thing#thereās another artist who has a comic series like this too I will find em#and I think this was also in a fic I read once too but I canāt recall what it was called#pretty sure it was a college au one#my art#ask#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#guinevere#arthur pendragon#merthur
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Steddie Amnesia Ficlet: 2/3
-> Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3
cw: more head trauma/concussed!Steve discussions.
Steve hears Eddie call after him, but he doesnāt stopāhe canāt face it. Not right now, anyway. Not when his eyes are stinging and his heart is pounding in his ears, each pulse more painful than the last. His legs take him to the building heās supposed to go into, fueled purely by muscle memory. Not brain memory, of course, because nothing up there works properly anymore, apparently.
The Brain Injury Recovery Center.
Itās where Eddie expects him to go. Heāll catch Steve if he goes in, or heāll wait for Steve by the doors until he comes back outāboth options involve facing Eddie after Steve had made a total idiot of himself. Both feel utterly mortifying.
So he ducks into the alleyway beside the familiar brick building instead, just to catch his breath. It takes Steve longer than the average bear to sort out his feelings now, after all. Jesus, whoās he kidding? Everything seems to take him longer.
Steve feels hot tears streak down his cheeks before he angrily scrubs a sleeve over them. Of course Eddie isnāt his boyfriend. Eddieās funny and cool and heās in a band and he lights up every damn room he walks intoāand Steveā¦ well, maybe Steve was something a few years ago when he was in high school, and maybe he was even something before his accident, but nowā¦
Thereās a sharp clapping noise that sounds like thunder. A door slamming, Steveās brain sluggishly supplies. Itās followed by shouting.
āSteve? Steve!ā Eddie calls from somewhere on the street.
Steveās heart feels like itās going to fall out of his ass. His face is probably still blotchy and wet, his breathing hasnāt evened out yet and his eyes are still leaking like a goddamn faucet. Heās pathetic.
Canāt let Eddie see him like thisā¦
He ducks behind a metal garbage bin, careful not to let anything but the bottom of his sneakers touch the sticky looking surfaces around him. It stinks, like rot.
āSteve?ā Eddieās voice echoes off of the alleyway walls. Steve claps a hand around his mouth to muffle out any of the pathetic sounds that seem determined to escape from him. So much of his body just does whatever the hell it feels like now. Out of Steveās control, like everything else.
For a few, tense seconds, thereās silence. Eddieās listening for him, maybe. Steve shuts his eyes and waits him out.
It feels like an eternity before he hears Eddieās hurried, retreating footsteps, continuing his shouting for Steve. He sounds almost as panicked as Steve feels. Almost.
Steve gives a noisy, wet sniff and does one final scrub of his face before getting to his feet. He starts walking.
As he goes deeper into the alleyway, he thinks back on all the things heās been wrong about. The fact that Eddie had some of his band t-shirts mixed in with Steveās clothesā¦ well, that was because they were both guys who wore about the same size, and Eddie left his shit everywhere. Itās no wonder some of his stuff got mixed into their laundry. And the times Eddieās driven him places? Thatās justā¦ what friends do, Steve supposes. And all those times Eddie made Steve laugh? Made him feel like the center of the universe? Well, thatās justā¦ Eddie. He must make everyone feel that way. Itās like his super power. But it isnāt romanticā¦ It doesnāt mean anything more than Eddie being a magnetic person.
Steve is just so stupid. Painfully so.
He blinks as the sun hits him. He mustāve reached the other side of the alleyway.
Steve cups a hand over his eyes and grimaces. His migraine wasnāt backing down. He sighs. Time to head back.
Steve turns back into the alleyway heād emerged from, only heās about halfway through when he realizes the color of the buildings on either side of him are wrong. Theyāre brown on one side, painted green on the other. That isnāt rightā¦
His heart jackrabbits in his chest, but he keeps walking forward. Maybe heāll recognize the street once heās back on the other side.
But when he gets there, itās as unfamiliar to him as the alleyway. Steve turns, looking up and down the road to see if he could spot Eddie, or his van, or the Center. But thereās nothing.
And when someone shoulder checks him, Steve supposes he was sort of asking for it, standing in the middle of the sidewalk like that. He apologizes, but itās too late. The personās already out of range to hear him.
Itās as if everyone else is on fast forward while Steveās stuck on pause. The world keeps moving along while all he seems to be able to do is watch it go by.
Why would he ever think someone as dynamic and spirited as Eddie would hitch his horse onto Steveās busted up, barely mobile cart?
Stupid, stupid, stupidā¦
He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and wills himself not to start blubbering again like a goddamn baby. His life is already one big, painful lesson in humility as it is, he doesnāt need to wallow in it.
Steve keeps walking. Figures heāll spot something, or someone familiar to him eventually. The pounding in his headās eased off to a dull ache, at least. Maybe there was something to this exercise and fresh air thing the doctors were always going on about, after allā¦
The thing is though, Steve doesnāt spot anything familiar. Not even vaguely so, and itās not until the streetlights turn on that he realizes heād spent the majority of the day wandering around the streets like some lost dog that managed to slip his leash.
Itās cold too, and all heās got on is jeans and a polo. Itās October, isnāt it? No wonder heās got goosebumps all up and down his arms.
Then, he finally spots something familiar; a phone booth. Steve breathes a sigh of relief. Heād just call his parents. Theyād come pick him up.
He gets the booth and lifts the receiver before he blanks. A quarter. Heād need that. Duh, Harrington. So he hangs up the phone and pats his pockets until he finds a wallet, but all thatās inside of it are a couple of crisp bills. Heād need to break one.
Steve turns, scans the street until he spots a well lit, invitingly warm looking diner. The joint looks so damn cozy that he forgets to make sure the street is clear before he steps out into the middle of it.
Tires screech, harmonizing with the horn thatās blasting at himāSteve flinches, reaching up to cover his head and braces for impact.
To his great relief, the hit never comes. Which, thank fuck. He canāt afford anymore accidents. As it is Robinās threatened to make him wear a helmet full-time.
Steve doesnāt listen to whatever the person yells at him, he just hurries to get the hell out of his way of the other moving vehicles.
āSmooth, Harrington. Real smooth.ā He mutters to himself as he catches his breath.
He pushes the door to the diner open with shaking hands, but itās blissfully peaceful inside, and he can actually feel his insides unclench as he stands inside of it.
āSit anywhere, hun, Iāll be right with you.ā A womanās voice tells him. Steve nods and slips into the nearest booth overlooking the street. Watches the cars go by. Thereās even a couple of cop cars, sirens blaring, lights flashing. Steve wonders briefly what sort of emergency theyāre rushing off to when the waitress comes to his table.
āWhat can I get you, handsome?ā She asks, cheery and warm like the rest of the diner.
āUhā¦ā Steve frowns, taking a few seconds to process the question, ānothing. Iām just waiting for my parents to come pick me up.ā
The waitress taps the side of the notepad. āWell you gotta order something, hun, or you canāt stay here.ā
Steve wants to stay here. Itās warm and smells fucking amazing, like āpancakes?ā
She waitress smirks. āYeah, we got those. You want a stack?ā
āYeah, please.ā Steve smiles back, laughing along with the waitress like heās in whatever joke thatās currently so amusing to her. āIām starving.ā
āYou want some coffee too, to help you sober up, maybe?ā
āOh, Iām not drunk.ā He huffs out a little self deprecating laugh, āI wish. No, Iāuh, my meds, theyāre the kind that you canāt mix with alcohol. Coffee too. Bummer, right? Yeahā¦ But, uh, it is what it is, I guessāsoā¦ā
He can feel it. The way his mind so often wanders. Heās lost his train. His track. He frowns, eyes drifting towards the street again, watching the headlights zip by.
āā¦so just the pancakes then?ā The waitress asks, jolting his train back onto its rails. His attention snaps back onto her.
āYeah, pancakes. Sure.ā Steve flashes her what he hopes is a charming smile.
She returns his smile and leaves him be, and he lets himself relax. Props his head up on a fist and watches life go on for everyone else but him.
He gets his pancakes, and some juice too that he doesnāt remember ordering, but hey, thatās nothing new. And damn, the pancakes taste even better than they smell. He needs to remember the name of this place so he can come back with everyone. What did the doctors say? Repeat something in your head over and over until it sticks. Repetition. Repetition, repetition, repetitionā¦
Itās around the time his fork hits an empty plate that one of the police cars stops in front of the diner window, lights on, but the sirens are off now.
Hopper steps out.
Huh. Thatās weird. Steve wonders what sort of emergency heās here for.
When Hopper enters through the glass doors, the bell hung over the entry way rings out pleasantly. An angel getting their wings.
His eyes land on Steve and the older man sighs, shoulders falling. Relief, Steve recognizes. Hopper pulls the radio from his belt and says something into it before stomping over.
Then it clicks.
Oh. Steveās the emergency.
He feels his face heat up. The handful of other patrons scattered across the diner are all looking at him.
āThere you are.ā Hopper sighs, gruff and exasperated.
Steve sinks into his seat, just a little. āShit. I fucked up, didnāt I?ā
āJust a little.ā Hopper chuckles dryly. He takes off his hat and slips into the booth across from Steve, apparently not in any sort of hurry now that heās found the runaway dog.
Steve runs a hand through his hair, a nervous tic heās developed. āSorry.ā
āNah, donāt be sorry. Just strangle Munson for me when you see him next, will ya?ā Hopper drops his hat onto the table and waves the waitress down. He orders a coke.
Munson. Eddie.
The memory of how he made a total and utter fool of himself comes rushing back, slamming down onto him like one of those cartoon anvils. Jesus, how did he forget that..?
Suddenly the pancakes arenāt sitting so good in his gut. Feels like heās gonna ralph.
āWas he freaked out? Eddie, I mean.ā Steve asks, cautiously approaching the question. Did Eddie say anything about whyā¦?
āYeah, him and Robin both. Then the kids found out tooādonāt ask me how. I suspect the curly-haired one has an illegal transmitter.ā Hopper leans back in the booth as the waitress drops off his coke. He takes the straw out and drinks it right from the glass. Steve waits for him to finish, doesnāt say a word.
When Hopper puts the glass down, Steve just sits and watches the way the drops of condensation run down the cup, distorting around the fingerprints Hopperās left. āAnyway, theyāre all out on their bikes looking for you too.ā
Hopper smiles fondly, like itās something charming and notā¦ pathetic. āYou got a lot of people that care about you, kid.
Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, and nods. Tries for a grin, but itās weak. Probably wouldnāt fool anyone, much less a cop. āYeah, Iām a real lucky guy.ā
Hopper looks like he wants to say something else, but he just takes a breath and nods. Steveās grateful he doesnāt argue. Doesnāt think he has the energy in him right now to fend off the ābut look how far youāve come!ā āYour speakingās gotten so much better!ā āIt could be a whole heck of a lot worse!ā comments.
āWhat do you say we get you home? Unless you want dessert? My treat.ā Hopper offers with a grin.
āNo, I just want to go to sleep,ā he says, before remembering his manners, āthanks, though.ā
āAlright then.ā Hopper glances down at the cleared plate of pancakes and the half finished coke before sliding out of the booth, followed by Steve. He takes out wallet, but Steve beats him to it. He tosses down a few bills, hoping itās enough. Hopper doesnāt comment, so it must be.
The drive back to his and Robinās apartment is a solemn one, but itās strangely peaceful. Hopperās got the heat on full blast due to Steveās lack of coat, and the motion of the vehicle along with the darkened sky leaves Steve feeling wrung out in a way he hasnāt felt in a long time.
In fact, when they finally arrive, Hopperās gotta shake his shoulder to wake him up.
āWeāre here.ā He rumbles out in his gruff baritone.
Steve lifts his head from his folded arm and looks up at the modest building. He wonders how far they live from the pancake diner. If they could walk there, sometime, him and Robin and Eddie.
But then Steve realizes he never got the name of it. He feels his insides sink. Another thing lost to him.
āThanks, Hop,ā Steve gives Hopper a nod and what heās sure is a tired smile. āIāll, uhāIāll try not to run off again.ā
āAh, donāt worry about it.ā Hopper says, diplomatically. āLet me walk you in.ā
Steve cringes at the idea. Heās grateful for Hop and all heās doneāespecially the part about not making him feel like a complete dummyābut he just wants this all to be over and for things to revert back to how they were. And at this point heās so close he can taste it.
Steve busies his hands by undoing his seat belt. āNo, itās okay, reallyāā
Hopper looks like heās about to argue but Robin damn near crashes out through the buildingās illuminated front doors. She makes a b-line for Steve, whoās just barely gotten out of the cruiser.
She wraps her arms around him and doesnāt let go. āSteve! Holy shit, you scared me so bad. Iāve been out of my mind!ā
Steveās arms are trapped at an awkward angle, but he reaches around her as best he can, arms like flippers. āIām okay. Seriously. Look, not even a scratch.ā
She doesnāt laugh. Just squeezes him harder. Truthfully, Steve doesnāt know if heās okay, but itās what everyone always seems to want to hear from him, so he says it often.
āIāve already killed Eddie like three times.ā Robin murmurs into Steveās chest, before finally pulling away. Her eyes are bloodshot, her nose stuffy, like sheās been crying.
āItās not his fault, Rob.ā Steveās brows pinch together as he frowns, āis heā¦ā
But when Steve looks up towards their building, he can see Eddie standing in the doorframe, his dark silhouette illuminated by the entry way lights. Heās still as a statue, holding open the door for them, arm extended out into the cold autumn night. Steveās insides squirm.
āYou got him from here, Buckley?ā Hopper calls from his cruiser and Robin ducks to meet his eye before giving him a thumbs up. She loops her arm around his waist and they start towards their placeātowards Eddie.
Before they reach him, Steve keeps his voice down as he asks, āCan I just go to bed? I donātāI canāt talk about it right now.ā
āOkay.ā She nods, āI get it.ā
But she doesnāt, not really.
Steve avoids eye contact with Eddie when they finally reach the building, and before he can say anything, Robin interrupts. āHeās going straight to bed. Iāll call you tomorrow, okay?ā
āYeah, okay.ā Eddie says in a small voice. He doesnāt argue. Doesnāt even follow them back up to their apartment. Maybe Eddieās even relieved he doesnāt need to confront it tonight. Maybe they wonāt ever confront itā¦ maybe heās hoping Steveās brain will take care of everything and make him forget. Make it like it never happened. Part of Steve wishesā
No. He doesnāt wish that. His brainās already functioning at half capacity, he doesnāt want to thank it for fucking up, even if it might make Steveās life easier.
Whatever Eddieās expression is, Steve doesnāt look back to find out. He keeps his eyes on his feet, focusing on putting one step ahead of the other.
When they finally arrive at Steveās matchbox sized bedroom, he doesnāt even bother changing into pajamas, or even out of his jeans for that matter. He just falls into his bed, pulls a pillow over his head and wills himself to let go of the day and surrender to the sweet pull of blissful unconsciousness.
š«£ Oops, I made it worse. But I promise the Eddie and Steve confrontation is in the next part! š This is tagged angst with a happy ending for a reason.
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ā¦..SO. AHAHAHAHAH. I finished reading Mistakes on mistakes until (technically I finished chapter 68 which is the last one currently~)
What a ride OH MY fuckINg god
#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#my brain fried both from excitement and complexity#the whole story you are basically feel so so lost but so entertained#and then all small things you noticed start to come together#but in such cursed and unpredictable way#it is#oh my god#you NEED to read this fic if you havenāt already#it is. SO GOOD#Jabberish if you are reading this#thank you for your writing#and thank you for bouncing off the walls with me#Iāll be watching this fic for updates#ā¦ā¦.what do I do with myself now#how do I financially recover after this ahahahah#the person who recommended this fic to me is probably giggling right now lmao
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Eddie was still in the coma, attached to so many tubes it made Wayne sick to look at sometimes. But they were keeping him alive, so heāll manage. They were making sure he got to see his boy awake again.
There was still a metal cuff that was attached to his wrist. The other end attached to the bar of the hospital bed. As if he could spring up at any moment and just escape. When heās been half dead for days. When Wayne hasnāt seen his eyes open since before Eddie went into hiding.Ā
He hasnāt seen his boy for over a full week. Even though heās been lying there on the bed for the last few days. Eddie wonāt be back with Wayne until he wakes up. If he wakes up.
Everyday Wayneās been here in between his shifts. Canāt afford to take the days off, with having to get a new place and all. Part of his paycheckās paying for the hotel room heās staying in while trying to find somewhere new to live. Even the abandoned houses are too pricy, and the trailer parkās in shambles.Ā
Honestly, if he could, heād be pulling as many doubles as possible just to get a new place and soon. But that would mean not being here. Might miss when he wakes up. Wayne doesnāt want to miss that.Ā
Itās not like heās lonely here either. Thereās been other visitors. The kid that Eddie always talked about from his dungeon game. The one that he secretly liked above the rest of the freshmen. His bandmates came by once, looking guilty as hell when they did. They havenāt been back since.Ā
Thereās been a few other people Wayne hasnāt recognized. A few more kids from the club, some he didnāt even know Eddie knew. But they always came to check in before heading across the hall to see the boy there. The Harrington boy.Ā
Wayne recognized it was him one day when the door was left open. He was asleep, with an IV in his arm along with some other cords. Not as many as his boy, but still there. There was a girl in there too, short brown hair and wearing a baggy jacket with some patches. She was holding his hand. It never seemed like she let it go.Ā
The same girl checked in on Eddie a few times. Tried to make small talk with Wayne but left when she realized he was disinterested. Always heading back to the Harrington boy.Ā
All he knew is that they both came in at the same time. Got admitted one after the other, but Wayne didnāt know what order. That they both had to go through some type of surgery to deal with the injuries. Though he hears Harringtonās was more cosmetic than anything. Eddieās was to save his life.Ā
Not that heās judging. People could do whatever they wanted for all he cared. There were different doctorās for different things. Priorities and all that. He just hoped that Harringotn wasnāt higher up on the list than Eddie was. Eddie was clearly the one in the worst condition.Ā
The kid that kept visiting Eddie went over there a lot too. Dustin, is the kidās name. Wayne canāt remember it half the time, heās too busy focusing on something else. And just bone tired. But after Dustin sits next to Wayne for a while, updates Eddie on everything thatās happened that day, sometimes reads to him, he heads right across the hall and does it all again. Every single time.Ā
Wayne has no clue how this boy could possibly be close with both Eddie and the Harrington kid. Itās not like they were in the same circles. Or seemed to remotely like each other at all. Wayne can explicitly remember the Harrington boy being apart of one of Eddieās hate filled rampages. But if heās remembering right, there was something different that really pissed Eddie off about him. Something thatās wrapped up in the same reason Wayneās never seen Eddie bring a girl home.Ā
But day after day, Dustin goes to Steveās room after stopping by Eddie. Wayne can see why Eddie liked Dustin. Heās loud and dramatic just like Eddie. Likes the same game, same books, even starting to like the same music. But Dustin and the Harrington boy. He doesnāt get it.Ā
Until heās walking down the hall to get a cup of coffee and hears it. The bickering that leads into laughter. Snippy comments about something filled with inside jokes. Suddenly it all makes sense. They almost seem like brothers.Ā
Itās a few more days until Wayne meets the Harrington boy himself. A nurse coming to check Eddieās vitals leaves the door open on accident. Harrington peaks through when heās on a walk down the hallway.Ā
āWhy is he handcuffed?ā is the first thing Wayne hears from the kid. Voice filled with anger.Ā
Before Wayne can get annoyed at explaining the whole situation to another stranger, explain how he knows his boy is innocent, the nurse is yelling at him.Ā
āYou canāt be in here, sir.ā
āI donāt give a shit. Why is he handcuffed? He didnāt do anything wrong.ā
Wayne is surprised that heās not the one making the case this time. Somehow, this kid heās never met believes his nephew is innocent. Just like he does.Ā
The nurse snaps her folder shut, walking up to Steve and waving for help through the door. āThat is private information. Go back to your room before youāre forced to.ā
Steve rolls his eyes with a snarl, undoing the buttons on the front of his hospital shirt. āHe didnāt give me these. He didnāt kill those kids. I know, I was there.ā He begins to pull back the bandages, revealing scarred, mauled skin that looks just like Eddies. The nurse scolds him to stop. āHeās innocent, so why is he handcuffed to the bed?ā
āHe is still a suspect and deemed dangerous. Now get back to your room.ā
More another nurse grabs Steveās arm to try and pull him to his room. He shakes it off.Ā
āDangerous,ā his voice raises. āHeās been in a coma for days and you think heās dangerous. What is he going to do, pop up out of bed like he hasnāt been fucking asleep for days and almost died just to run away? He couldnāt do that if he tried.ā
Security gets involved now, physically pushing Steve out of the doorway. The nurse shuts the door to Eddieās room, cutting Wayne off from seeing it. She apoligized for the intrusion and gets back to checking on Eddie.Ā
āHeās right, you know,ā Wayne says, still hearing the noise from the hall. āMy boy didnāt do nothinā wrong. Canāt escape even if he tried. Or attack anyone for that matter. Heās been through enough, he doesnāt need to wake up to a cuff around his wrist.ā
The nurse purses her lips, strained. āThis is from above me, sir. But if the news is true, the cuffs are staying on.ā
When the nurse opens the door again, the hall is clear.Ā
The next time Wayne sees Harrington is when he leaves for the day. Only able to fall asleep so many times in a shitty hospital chair before needing to go home. Security presses for him to stay in his room, warning him.Ā
āJust going to make a fucking phone call. Iām allowed to do that right?ā When the security guard crosses his arms, the kid hits him with, āDonāt want me to get my dad involved, do you? Isnāt he one of the main donors for this hospital? Be such a shame if he stopped.ā
Wayne almost laughs when the security guard moves out of the way. Harrington giving him the finger with a smirk as he walks down the hall to the payphone.Ā
Maybe Eddie and the Harrington kid had more in common than Wayne thought.Ā
now with a part 2
#might be a part two for this idk yet#wayne munson#eddie munson#steve harrington#dustin henderson#stranger things#stranger things ficlet#post season 4#pre steddie#chills right to the marrow fic
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Steve takes Eddieās virginity by riding the older boy after a long session of smoking and drinking inside the metalheads cramped van.
Heād praise Eddie on how good heās making him feel, how big his dick is and how heās so pretty under him that it makes Eddie moan loudly, strong hands roaming and squeezing the fat of Steveās ass as he begs to fuck Steve harder.
āI need to fuck you, Steve- please, sweetheart-ā
Steve would kiss him, sloppy and wet as he whines into Eddieās mouth when the dick inside him hits just right.
When he pulls back, breathless, he picks up the pace and finally lets Eddie buck up to meet his thrusts.
Eddie would just look up at Steve, brown eyes wide and realize heās so in love with the gorgeous boy on top of him and he never wants to let go. Never.
#Virgin Eddie#I love you#LMAO#And he also has a big dick Steve canāt stop praising#Steve riding someone Is so important to me like HED LOOK SO HOT#SOFT DOM STEVE TOO? hell yeah#I do love Sub Steeb the most but this is good shit too#Sounding like my fic āThe First Time With Youā right now LMAO#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#power bottom steve#steddie fandom#steddie fic#hairfreak#stranger things#lemon#my writing#headcanon#hc#steddie hc#text#steve x eddie#drabble
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Killing Daisukeās parents but also like feeling so bad for them.
Imagine your kid absolutely devastated to have to be sent away to some shitty internship but you think itās for the best. You donāt hear back from the company for a while and just think itās gonna take a while. Itās a long trip after all. Then those long weeks turn to long months and then you get news they havenāt had contact with the crew in a long time. You donāt know if youāre ever gonna see your kid again.
You donāt know if heās coming back from a trip he didnāt want to even go on. That you made him go on. Iād never forgive myself.
#thinking about autonomy and the concept of doing the right thing cause Daisuke really wasnāt meant to be there#like all the signs point to it but damn like not even he wanted to be there he was just acting brave for the adults around him#maybe Anya shouldāve been concerned like how much of this was posturing from Daisuke#this also just confirms Iām writing him correctly in my fic cause Iām a genius but whatever I know Iām awesome like totally awesome š#mouthwashing#Daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing game
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thinking of a new steddie fic/au hmmm.
Itās just the classic, Steve buys weed from Eddie in season 1 era, he and Tommy meet him at the bench in the woods behind school. Steve and Eddie have some playful banter and clearly get along, but itās dismissed as just a drug deal and they go on about their lives.
Next time they meet is when a frantic Steve comes and finds Eddie after heās just fought off the demogorgon for the first time. Heās rattled, and skittish, wearing a nasty black bruise on his eye, and just overall not acting like himself. He snaps at Eddie multiple times to just āhurry upā and āget him his stuffā, and sure heās being an asshole, but more than anything Eddie is just concerned. He has never seen The King Steve Harrington lose his cool like this. So Eddie cautiously gives him the weed, making sure not to give too much, and lets him go about his day, but not before asking if heās alright. Steve clearly wasnāt expecting this and brushes it off defensively, but that doesnāt mean heās not thinking about it for the rest of his week. How the hell did Eddie Munson notice something was wrong, when his own parents didnāt? Nor his āfriendsā?
They cross paths again a year later, the beginning of season two. Steve is still with Nancy and has freshly dumped his old douchebag crew of superficial friends. He is still sitting quite comfortably on the higher ranks of popularity, but there is no denying his status is not what it used to be. He comes to buy weed from Eddie in the first week back at school, and itās a casual interaction. Heās still as charmingly stuck up as he ever was, but now without Tommy there to judge his every move, he seems a little more at ease when making casual conversation with Eddie. Eddie doesnāt mention the year before and Steve is so glad for it, secretly very embarrassed that he went to Eddie for some refuge after arguably his most traumatic experience to date. He gets his stuff, giving Eddie a smirk when he notices heās dropped the price significantly for Steve when itās just him alone. Eddie gives him a challenging smile back, almost daring him to call it out, but he doesnāt. They both just laugh and part ways.
The next run in is tinaās halloween party. They notice eachother when Steve first arrives, making eye contact and giving a polite nod. Maybe Eddie lifts his drink up to Steve in a silly salute. They donāt speak at all or make any effort to hang around eachother. That is, until Steve storms down the stairs in a rage after heād gone up there with Nancy Wheeler. But then are those- tears? Eddie was standing on the front porch smoking a cigarette, trying to discreetly hide from one Billy Hargrove to avoid having to sell him anything, but staying visible enough that he wonāt lose all chances of making any money tonight. Steve storms right past him and hits his shoulder. Eddie whips around and is about to call him a dick before he sees who it is.
Steve tries to quickly wipe his face, he wonāt make eye contact with Eddie, and heās clearly trying to get out as fast as he can. Eddie doesnāt let him, though, since heās obviously not thinking very clearly and is most likely about to do something emotional and stupid. He asks if Steveās alright, and his answers are all short and rushed, so heās definitely not. Theyāre not really friends, but Eddieās not an asshole.
ā āDid you drive?ā Eddie asks
āYeahā
āWell, youāre drunk, Steve. You canāt get behind a wheel right now. And if I knowingly let you, then that makes me an accomplice. Iāll take you home.ā
Steve tries to protest, attempting to push past him, but Eddie interjects. āYeah, yeah, alright! Donāt thank me yet, Steveāo. This is not for you, see, Iām not trying to get a criminal record, here. I cant go to prison, Steve. Do you know what theyād do to a pretty guy like me in prison? Nope, letās go hot stuff.ā ā
Eddie takes Steve home. They donāt talk much. By the time they reach Steveās drive way and Eddie has put his van in park, Steve is making no attempt to exit the vehicle just yet. Eddie doesnāt know what to do, he didnāt really plan this far, so heās just tapping away awkwardly at his steering wheel while Harrington stares down the dashboard so clearly lost in thought Eddie fears his head might explode. Steve tells Eddie what happened, says itās ārelationship troublesā, and heās not quite sure what compelled him into being so honest with Eddie Munson, but heās blaming the alcohol. Eddie wasnāt expecting that. They chat for a bit, Eddie makes Steve laugh and considers the whole night a success after that. Then they start cracking jokes about their shared hatred for Hargrove, and Steve looks and sounds a bit more ok to go inside. He thanks Eddie, quite sincerely actually, and it throws him a bit. He stutters a āyeah, for sure. Itās no problem.ā And Steve goes home.
After that, itās a little different. Steve, doesnāt actually really have anyone, anymore. When they go back to school heās now greeting Eddie here and there in the hallways, making conversation when they find themselves alone together, in the lunch line or at the bathroom sink. He doesnāt approach Eddie when thereās too many people around, though. As much as heās grown, Steve Harrington still carryās some prejudice in him about how certain things may make him look. But it doesnāt bother Eddie too much. Itās not like they are really friends, theyāre just like, strange acquaintances. And Steve would never deny that they get along, that really Eddieās ānot so badā. So thatās a win.
Steve finds Eddie again not long after the party to buy some more weed, a plan that sparked purely out of boredom. Eddie says yes, of course, but tells him if he wants it today he will need to wait till after school and meet Eddie at his place, since he was busy. So Steve takes a trip to the Munson trailer to make his deal. Eddie invites him inside and they sit together on the couch as he gets Steveās bag ready. They end up making quite pleasant conversation, joking around and ultimately finding they are really enjoying each otherās company. They enjoy it so much so, that Steve ends up smoking there, with Eddie. So now they are kind of like, hanging out? And itās fun, so they do it again. Still theyāre not, friends friends, they just get along. Eddie just sells Steve weed sometimes and they keep it civil.
He doesnāt hear from Steve for a while, and the next time he sees him itās from a distance, in passing. The man has the most roughed up face Eddie has ever seen, bruised and swollen in multiple areas, stitches and bandages all over. Itās really, concerning? completely metal, but alarming. This is the second time Eddie has seen the guy all beaten up like that. He knew that boys fight, but surely not that bad? As worried as he was, Eddie doesnāt approach him to ask questions, because they donāt know eachother like that. So he goes on about his day, and he doesnāt see Steve again after that for quite some time.
Then itās summer, Eddie isnāt graduating again, and heās not really sure what to do with himself over the break. The new mall has just opened up, and thereās a cool music store up on the second floor that he likes to visit sometimes with his band friends. And wouldnāt you know, working at the Scoops Ahoy located directly across from his favourite store, is Steve Harrington. The guy hasnāt come to Eddie for any weed since last year, and then there was that sighting where he looked like heād just fallen face first into a flying fist or two, so itās been a minute since Eddieās seen him. And heād be lying if he said it wasnāt a nice surprise. He only goes into scoops once. Heās curious, okay? Sue him. And, he knows the girl who works with him, Robin. So he plays it off like he had no idea heād see Steve there. And to his surprise, Steve actually acknowledges him. He doesnāt act like Eddie is a total stranger just because theyāre not in school anymore. The interaction is quick, they make very casual conversation, Eddie says hi to Robin, grabs his milkshake and goes home. Thatās all. He doesnāt go back, and he doesnāt really plan to. Steveās nice, and he knows Eddieās around if he needs to buy from him again, and thatās really as far as their relationship goes. Thatās all it ever was. Itās been fun getting to know Steve Harrington a little bit better, even if it was just for a short time. Eddie liked having the chance to see in past the quaffed hair and pressed polo shirts to learn that Steve was really just a person under it all. He never thought heād say it, but Harrington wasnāt so bad. It was a nice little eye opening experience for Eddie.
Eddie was ready to write off his little blips of interaction with Steve Harrington as a thing of the past, no hard feelings, and move on with his life. That is, until he gets a knock at his front door in the middle of the night afew days after the big mall fire. And itās Steve on the other side. And he looks awful, his face is the worst Eddieās ever seen it. And he wasnāt really knocking, more like pounding. He says he needs Eddieās help.
What the fuck?
#and then he#he asks eddie for help getting really strong drugs oit of your system#and if he knows if thereās anything out there that can have long lasting affects on your system#and if he can please have some weed too actually so he can sleep because maybe that will help#because please give me more paranoid steve not just moving on right away from being fuckinh drugged non consensually !!!#i need to see season 3 steve going to eddie for help after the russians because he doesnāt know anywhere else#and eddie is just like what the actual fuck is this man on about ????#what the hell goes on in the harrington household that causes him to get a black eye annually#and now be rambling about getting drugged????#eddie getting so curious about what is actually going on with him#ugh#anyways might write this proper oooh what do we think#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#robin buckley#st3#stranger things 2#stranger things 3#steve and eddie#steddie fic#steddie au
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ornament.
written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompts: ornament | wc: 999 | rating: teen & up | tags: eddie pov, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, the party, steve's nuggets (+ friends) love him so much, fluff, tree decorating, getting together
Eddieās sitting on the couch with sweaty palms between Nancy and Steve with Robin to Steveās right while the kids, including Will and El whoāve moved back to Indiana permanently, sit in a poorly constructed circle near the Christmas tree.Ā
The tree Steve hates.Ā
The reason Eddieās palms are sweating.Ā
āI just hate this thing,ā Steve had sighed as he flicked on the pre-lit white lights. āWhen I was a kid, Iād beg for the colored lights and when Iād make ornaments in school, mom would give me this polite smile and then Iād never see them on the tree anywhere. Itās always these stupid red and silver bulbs.ā
It hadnāt taken much for Eddie to rally their friends and host an ornament painting party, everyone crammed into his trailer under threat of death if they blew the surprise, but now thatās itās here, Eddie kind of wants to run and hide.Ā
What if he hates it? What if he thinks itās stupid?Ā
Nancy knocks a knee against his and raises her eyebrows with a quiet smirk. Eddie nods, just one quick jerk of his chin, as his heart clatters in his chest and Nancy excuses herself. Itās telling, probably, that Eddie couldnāt keep the box of ornaments at his trailer because Steve spends too much there with him but Eddieās too busy wiping his palms on the rough denim of his jeans to unpack that at the moment.Ā
āWhereās she going?ā Steve asks.Ā
āWe donāt need permission to go to the bathroom, do we?ā Robin teases, uncharacteristically smooth in her distraction.Ā
Steveās too busy needling her back to realize the front door opens and shuts, at least until Nancy comes back in with the shoebox sheād helped Eddie wrap.
āOh my God, yes!ā Dustin pipes up, spotting Nancy and whacking Lucas on the back. āLook!āĀ
āWhatāā Steve looks around in confusion, mainly down at the box thatās plopped in his lap. āWhatās happening?āĀ
āTell him, Eddie!ā Max grins at Eddie, always a little too smart and observant for her own good. Or Eddieās, for that matter.Ā
āUh,ā he stutters. āWell, we wanted to do something I guess, special? For you? Itās really nothing big butāā
āWill you stop underselling it?ā Robin laughs. āIt took me days to get that paint off my fingers. It was a big thing!āĀ
āPaint? What are you talking about?ā Steve asks again, huffing. āNone of your presents are ready yet, so we can put this under the tree or something and thenāā
āNope, you need this before Christmas. Thatās the whole point,ā Nancy chides, sitting back down next to Eddie. āRight, Eddie?ā
āYeah,ā he nods, meeting Steveās eyes with a blistering vulnerability heās sure Steve can see, can maybe even feel with his thigh pressed against Eddieās. āYou should open it.āĀ
āAlright, alright,ā Steve agrees, sliding a finger beneath the neatly folded paper, peeling back the tape and tossing the wrapping paper to the ground. āDid you guys get me new shoes?āĀ
āJust open it!ā Robin snorts beside him and elbows him gently in the stomach.Ā
Eddie holds his breath and hopes he doesnāt pass out as Steve lifts the lid and finds the handmade ornaments carefully placed in the box.Ā
On top of strands of multi-colored lights sit a dozen ornaments with tiny hooks ready to be hung on branches. Lucasā sits on top, painted to look like a basketball. Maxās is made to look like the nail bat heād once used to save her life. Robinās is an ice cream scoop with an anchor painted dead center. Dustinās looks like a can of hairspray which Eddie still doesnāt completely understand but Dustin assured him that Steve would get it. Jonathan and Argyleās pizza ornament, mailed from California. One after another, Steve pulls out ornament after ornament with splotchy paint by the people who love Steve more than theyāll ever begin to express.Ā
Itās silent and loud all at once as Eddie watches Steve pick each one up and run his fingers along the imperfections, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose before he speaks.Ā
āYouā¦ you guys make these?ā Steve finally asks; soft, hushed.Ā
āWe did!ā El offers with a cheery smile. āIt was Eddieās idea.āĀ
āHoly shit, this isā¦ā Steve whips over to Eddie, and any nerves he has disappear. He canāt possibly hate it, canāt possibly think itās stupid when heās smiling ear to ear, his nose wrinkling from the force of it before he chokes out a laugh that sounds almost like a sob. āThank you.ā
Eddie swallows and feels the heat creeping from beneath his jacket collar. He shrugs and bumps their shoulders together, nods at the kids across the room. āTheyāre all such great little artists, arenāt they?ā
He doesnāt speak for long seconds, staring directly at Eddie until Max, menace that she is, speaks up.Ā
āYou guys can kiss after, okay? Can we decorate the tree now?āĀ
Oh, sheās never getting a ride to school from him again.Ā
āOkay, everyone come grab an ornament!ā Robin claps her hands together and pats Steve on the back, winking at Eddie as she stands up.Ā
Neither Eddie nor Steve move.
At least, not until the kids have their backs turned with Robin and Nancy trying their hardest to wrangle the kids into wrapping the lights around the tree. Steve leans over, Eddieās impression of the vest heād once thrown at Steveā the same vest that tethered Eddie to life as heād gripped it with bloody fingers while Steve carried him out of the Upside Downā resting in his palm.Ā
āYouāre incredible, you know that?ā Steve whispers, the back of his hand landing on Eddieās thigh. āSeriously. I canāt tell youā¦ this means a lot, man.āĀ
āThey love you, Harrington,ā Eddie tries for subtlety but thatās never been his strong suit. āWe all do.ā
āCāmon,ā Steve nods at the tree, his smile reaching his eyes. āThe quicker we get this done, the quicker we can prove Max right.āĀ
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#steddie fanfic#steddie fic#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#steddieholidaydrabbles#myblurbs#hate that i can't write every day right now these prompts are all so good!!
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Dead on Main AU
Masterpost
Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!
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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. Heās sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. Theyāre all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like heās insane.Ā
āOh my god, who are you people?ā Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, āOh my god who am I?ā Ā He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.
The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that heās paying attention that does describe most people in the room),Ā starts chuckling lightly. āUh, Jason? Are you good?āĀ
Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. āWhat day is it?ā
And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.
āDid you hit your head on patrol?ā The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like youāre failing at something.
āI have no idea if Jason hit his head.ā Danny says. āI was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.ā
And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he canāt even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didnāt even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone elseās reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isnāt shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in.Ā
āAre you Jasonās soulmate?ā is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but heās more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in troubleā¦
āHey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?ā Danny asks.
āUntil you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.ā The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting.Ā
āOh, that just seems terrible. What if weāre in different countries or something?ā Danny complained. āEveryone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?ā
āYouāre in Gotham.ā This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Dannyās right.Ā
āOh no. Nope.ā Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. āAbsolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?ā He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesnāt this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesnāt have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?
āJason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, Weāll get you and Jason introduced no problem.ā Danny swivels to track the voice and itās the one who was sitting next to him, heās walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him.Ā
āI have to get home.ā Danny breathes.Ā
āWe can get you there, promise. Now, Iām Dick, can you tell me your name?ā
āYour name is Dick? Who named you Dick?ā Danny is so confused heās stopped panicking. āHow old are you for you to go by the name Dick?ā
āOkay, rude.ā Dick sounds like a petulant child so Dannyās estimations for his age are continuously dropping. āIām 24.ā
Danny snorts. āOkay.ā The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. āIām uh, Iām Danny.ā
āNice to meet you. Sort of. Iām Tim.ā The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. āThereās a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.ā African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. āDamian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jasonās dad-āĀ
āNot my dad!ā Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.
āEveryone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.ā Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.
āSo, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?ā
āAmity Park.ā
#dcxdp#dpxdc#batman#danny phantom#dead on main#soulmate au#my writing#fanfiction#red hood#danny fenton#jason todd#I'm so sorry for starting another one#this is just a one-shot right now#but the ideas have hit me so I may write more later#trying not to get distracted from my other fics#but also trying not to let focus on my other fics hinder writing in general#cause sometimes if I try too hard to focus on one thing I just get super stuck and upset and end up not being able to work on it at all#oh well#writing is writing#hope you enjoy#whatever this was
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Something else I noticed about Wars and fairies. The fairies only really physically touch him. The others seem to have them float around but Wars they snuggle up.
They do fuss over Time, but not touch. Edit: they do land on Time, I missed that in my excitement.
Also, Four, chill.
Credit to @jojo56830 at @linkeduniverse.
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#legend of zelda#lu warriors#lu fairies#Legend of Zelda fairies#linked universe warriors#fan fics were right#I bet he makes things for them too
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