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cubur · 5 months
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You are my fate… …this once and always ♾ @snsmonth23 - Day19 「Red string of fate」
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sykloni · 5 months
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19. Horns
Ectober 2023
This prompt was a good reason to draw Frostbite.
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aprocessionofthoughts · 5 months
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Left Behind
ai-less whumptober day 19- left behind/why wasn't I enough fandom- dp x dc TW- abandonment Summary- The Fenton parents leave their kids at the Gotham Public Library
ao3 ailesswhumptober masterlist part 1 of TFR
Barbara was working the closing shift at the library. She was putting some books away when she overheard a conversation.
“Do you know when mom and dad are going to pick us up?” said what sounded like a teenage boy.
“No, I– Oh, wait they just messaged me.” said what Barbara thought was a slightly older teen girl.
Silence.
“Jazz?
“They left.”
“What?”
“Someone posted about a possible sighting in Metropolis. They said they’ll be there for a few days.”
There was more silence. Barbara stayed quiet.
“So, they left us behind.”
“Yeah.”
“Again.”
“...Yeah.”
Barbara closed her eyes, thinking of Tim and how he had been left home alone so much. And these kids… their parents had abandoned them too.
“Well at least we’re not helpless.”
“I hate them.”
“Jazz–”
“No, Danny. I hate them. They’re supposed to be our parents. They’re supposed to take care of us.”
“I know. They always chose something else over us. Why aren’t we enough, Jazz?”
“I don’t know.” she sniffled.
“Jazz, hey, look at me. We’ll be okay.”
“I'm sorry, Danny. I'm just so tired.”
“I am too.”
Barbara was about to speak up when they continued.
“At least i have a credit card this time so it won’t be like the time they forgot is in Bridgton.”
“Yeah, that sucked. We were lucky we were able to sneak onto that semi.”
“Well, tonight we can get a hotel room and then get bus tickets tomorrow.
“I could just... you know. Do my thing.”
“I guess, but we should at least get a hotel for tonight. I don’t want to try traveling while you’re exhausted.”
“That’s fair. But–”
Barbara finally decided she should make her presence known. She cleared her throat as she made her way around the bookshelf.
The two teens startle. They looked like siblings. The girl was a redhead with teal eyes, and the boy had black hair and blue eyes.
“Hello, I’m Barbara. I work here at the library. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.” she paused as the siblings glanced at each other, the boy reaching over to grab his sister’s arm. 
“What do you mean?” asked the girl, Jazz, if Barbara was correct.
“You need a place to stay tonight? It’ll be hard to find a good hotel at this hour. I’ve got an extra bedroom at my apartment, and you’re welcome to stay the night. You won’t owe me anything.”
“Why?” asked the boy, Danny.”
Barbara considered for a moment. “I have a friend who went through a similar situation as you guys, so I’m familiar with what it's like to have your parents be too busy. And you wouldn’t be the first kids I've let stay the night. I can help you find bus tickets in the morning. I’m familiar with most of the routes and can let you know which ones are the safest and quickest.”
The girl glanced at her brother, who stared at Barbara. There was a moment where his eyes seemed to glow and Barabar felt as if he were really looking at her. She suppressed a shudder at the intense feeling. 
Then he turned to his sister and nodded.
“That’s very kind of you. Thank you. I’m Jazz and this is Danny.”
“It’s nice to meet you both. I have to finish locking up so I’ll meet you by the door.”
They nodded and started gathering their stuff.
Barbara went to finish the rest of the closing shift duties. 
She also had a call to make.
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 month
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Febuwhump - Day 19
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Pairing: Dean x reader
Prompt: "Please don't."
Warnings: language, angst, fight
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Dean didn’t say a word while you packed. He didn’t say a word as you carried one and then two duffel bags out to your car. He didn’t even say a word when you picked up the last bag and headed for the garage.
“Please don’t.” You stopped momentarily in the hallway before continuing forward. “Y/N. You’re really going to leave just like that?”
“You told me to go so I’m gone.” Footsteps followed behind you, Dean grabbing your arm and stopping you. You turned your head over your shoulder, Dean’s head tilted. “You did this. Not me.”
“I know,” he said, his grip loosening. He swallowed, pausing a beat. “I’m not a good boyfriend. I am a dick on hunts. I know how I am and I hate it. I hate being afraid so I get scared and I don’t want anyone to know I am so I get mad. I’m so tired of being mad, Y/N.”
You looked down, his hand sliding down to find yours, interlacing your fingers. 
“Please give me one more chance. It’s not fair for me to learn to change with you. You deserve a better version of me. Give me a chance to get there. But I understand if you can’t do that.”
You still stared at your hands, closing your eyes with a sigh. “You can’t shut me out Dean. Not this time. Understand?”
“Understood.”
“Good. Now help me bring this stuff inside.”
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rogueddie · 1 month
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Adore You T | 569 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day
The door slamming shut, the loud bang startling Steve enough that it causes him to jump to his feet, is the first sign that something is wrong.
Eddie doesn't look upset when he walks into the living room, he smiles like he always does, wrapping Steve up in his usual hug. He even buries his face in his neck, sighing, shoulders relaxing.
"Long day?" Steve asks.
Eddie just hums, squeezing a little, before finally pulling back.
"Eddie?"
"I'm gonna... cook," Eddie mumbles, gesturing towards the kitchen. "You want anything specific?"
"Uh, no, anything you want is good."
Steve frowns, watching Eddie as he heads into the kitchen. He follows him, hovering in the doorway.
Still, there is nothing to suggest anything amiss. Sometimes Eddie does get so tired after work, or something riles him up, so cooking them dinner is all he needs.
Something in the back of Steves mind insists that somethings wrong.
"Eds?"
"Hm? What?"
He doesn't glance back. His shoulders are hitched up, stiff...
Steve walks over to him, careful to keep his steps loud so he doesn't startle Eddie too much. He wraps his arms around Eddies middle, pressing up against his back, cheek smushed into the back of his shoulder.
Eddie freezes for a moment, hands hovering, before he sighs, slumping back against him.
"Why are customers assholes?"
Steve snorts, shifting so he can rest his chin on Eddie's shoulder. "A question I ask myself every day. Were they really bad?"
"Evil."
"Do you need me to cook tonight?"
"Uh..." Eddie hesitates, which is enough to let Steve know just how bad his day has been. "No, I've got this."
"Maybe I could help? Like... cleaning up after you, so you can focus on the food."
Eddie twists around in his arms, grabbing his face and planting a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. "That would be perfect!"
They work together seamlessly. Plus, without the previously used pots and plates in the way, there's nothing to distract Eddie from his cooking.
By the time food is ready, he's already starting to act more like himself- just a little more tired than usual.
"Thanks," Eddie says, as they sit. "For helping."
"Don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me."
When they finish, Steve grabs the plates before Eddie can so much as think about it. He tries to protest, but Steve ignores him.
"Go lay down on the couch, or pick a movie."
Eddie rolls his eyes, but does as Steve asks.
The movie is already starting to play by the time Steve is done. Eddie is sprawled across the couch, but he turns when Steve steps up to him, making room behind him so Steve can wriggle into the nook.
"Massage?" Steve offers.
But Eddie shakes his head, gently pulling Steves arm around him. "This is enough."
"Mmkay. You wanna talk about whats upset you?"
"Not yet. Let me enjoy you for a little longer."
"Ok."
He curls his arms around him a little tighter, resting his head on the side of Eddies and curling one leg over both of his, doing his best to wrap around him completely.
"Love you," Steve reminds him. "So much."
"Love you, too. Thanks, for this. Needed it more than I thought."
"Don't gotta thank me. I'm not doing much, just being here. And I'll always be here. You know that."
"Yeah... yeah, I really do."
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werewolfaday · 2 months
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day 19! a request from juice for amicus from adastra
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daily-odile · 2 months
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Odile patting Molly Epithet Erased on the head, you know why
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have two bc i care them
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steviewashere · 1 month
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Debrief
Rating: General CW: None Really Apply to This One! Tags: Established Relationship, Married Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Hurt/Comfort, Deep Breath Exercises, Dialogue Heavy, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington has Seizures (Not shown), Steve Harrington has Migraines (Not shown), Stressed Steve Harrington, Neurodivergent Steve Harrington, Not Really Said But it Is Implied, Negative Stimming (Hair Pulling), Teacher Steve Harrington
For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day."
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It was a bad day when Eddie hears the front door slam close. The first telltale sign that Steve’s had it rough, that he’s worked himself up, that he’s thinking too hard and too fast and needs to unwind. What comes next is the groans and the huffs and the irritated little sighs. The slamming of his thermos on the dining table. A chucked briefcase. Sneakers that, from where Eddie can see on their couch, get creased on the heel from how Steve takes them off. Never a good sign.
Just as he rocks forward to stand up from his comfortable cushion, Steve comes careening around the corner. A lukewarm plastic bottle of water in his left hand, glasses unfolded and dangling in the other. His hair is standing up every which way, as if he’s been pulling at it for the last little bit. Dress shirt untucked, sweater vest already absent from his body. He’s removed his belt somewhere in the time it took him to get home. So his pants are threatening to fall off his waist. But he just rushes over to the couch and plops down unceremoniously. Eddie leans back in his spot, attempting to nonchalantly lay about his space, waiting for Steve to start the conversation.
Really, he shouldn’t let Steve continue to be worked up. But, for the sake of who Steve is and for the sake of an argument-less night, Eddie has to indulge.
It’s not even three minutes later that the water bottle is crumpled in Steve’s grip, empty, and carelessly thrown onto their coffee table. Eddie turns down the volume of their TV as soon as Steve huffs.
“I fucking hate this new principal,” he seethes. Here we go, Eddie thinks, though calm. “She just drops into my classroom without giving me any sort of warning. Gets all my kids excited to the point they can’t calm down. Her fucking heels were practically stomping about the tile. And she is so demanding!” Steve’s elbows are set heavily on his knees, pressing down hard enough to leave an obvious divot in his pants. His fingers are splayed over the sides of his face, itching to move into his hair.
Eddie turns towards him a little. But he doesn’t say anything, not yet, at least.
“Fucking—“ He cuts himself off with a groan. “—Going through my lesson plan! Tsking under her breath whenever she sees something not up to her standards. Grumbling that certain things were going to be too hard or too long or too…Ugh!” There his hands go, wrapping around tendrils of his hair. He tugs hard enough that the skin on his scalp stretches with the movement. “At least my previous boss would wait until after the students left the classroom! At least she’d fucking explain in length why certain things weren’t working. This new principal, she just fucking takes it upon herself to scratch things out all willy-nilly—AND—she doesn’t consult me about it first! Doesn’t even explain! Doesn’t give me the chance to explain! I just—I don’t—“
This is the time where Eddie has to cut in. He leans into Steve’s space little by little. Enough until they’re warm at each other’s sides. His hands cover the backs of Steve’s. “Let go, honey,” he whispers. And waits, squeezing at Steve’s skin until he does release. “There we go,” Eddie murmurs, “Take a deep breath for me.”
He stutters through an inhale, but instead of exhaling—“It’s so stupid! Who the fuck does she think she is?! And none of the other teachers like her! They all think—“
“Steve,” Eddie murmurs firmer, “You need to take a deep breath.” Inhale and exhale. Then, Eddie states, “Stress causes seizures and migraines, sweetheart. She isn’t somebody worth getting sick over.”
“She’s my boss, Eddie,” Steve whines back.
Eddie runs his palms soothingly up and down Steve’s arms. Some of the tension seeps from his shoulders, but the rest of his body is pulled taut like a brand new bow. “I know,” he whispers, “but she doesn’t matter to me. You matter to me. And you getting sick over somebody like her only does harm.” He ducks down and meets Steve’s eyes. They’re shiny with tears, red on the waterlines, squinted to avoid crying. “You can tell me about what happened, but I’m going to help you, alright? You remember how we do this?”
Steve sniffles. One of his hands wipes at the bottom of his nose, coming away wet with snot. He grimaces, but sucks on his bottom lip in thought. When it comes to him, he mumbles, “Deep breaths. Quiet voice.”
Nodding, Eddie whispers, “You got it, love bug. Take another deep breath and then tell me what’s bothering you.” He brings a palm to settle over Steve’s chest, rubbing in slow circles over his heart. It’s beating hard and fast under his palm. Unsettling. Pressing a little into his sternum, Eddie requests, “Go ahead and lay down on the couch.” He stands from his spot and waits for Steve to elongate. Once his legs are stretched out and his head is cushioned on one of their lousy throw pillows, Eddie settles on the edge of the middle cushion, close to Steve’s hip. He keeps his hand on Steve’s chest. Doesn’t crowd his space, but the heavy weight of his arm is reminder enough that he’s there.
Steve closes his eyes. Hands rested on his belly. Fingers splayed instead of tugging at one another. The inhale lasts for four seconds. And Eddie’s proud of the way Steve holds it, the entire seven seconds. Not once giving up on it. When he exhales, his eyes flutter back open. He finds Eddie’s face, gives him a tight smile, and nibbles on his bottom lip. His eyebrows raise in silent question and Eddie simply nods in response.
“The new principal at my school made me angry today by vetoing my entire lesson plan,” he states calmly. “She had asked for my schedule for the day, which always includes my plans. And I watched her sit at the back of the classroom. With her stupid—“
With his palm, Eddie presses down lightly on Steve’s chest. “Deep breath, Steve,” he commands softly. They avoid using words like stupid when Steve debriefs like this. As soon as his tone goes sharp, his heart rate elevates, the louder his voice gets, the more frustrated he is, and then the whole day crumbles around them.
Another four seconds. Then seven. And eight on the release. Steve asks for permission, Eddie grants it to him.
“She pulled out a ballpoint pen, not a pencil, and marked out things on my plan she didn’t like. Which was most of it,” he relays, “And that made me irritated, not angry. But then a kid asked her what she was doing. So she told this kid the truth.” His hands spasm lightly on his belly as if attempting to bunch his shirt, but he prevents himself from completing the action. “And he said really loudly that the principal was ‘Giving Mr. Harrington a bad grade.’ That shouldn’t embarrass me, but it did. Because—“ He stops to take a deep breath of his own, not even prompted by Eddie.
He smiles to himself as Steve closes his eyes and inhales. Does the whole exercise. And clears his throat to continue.
“—Because it made me feel like I did a bad job. Like I—Like maybe I failed?” He questions rhetorically, searching for the right word. And decides that, yep, that was right. “It made me frustrated that she couldn’t keep that confidential from the student. And it only made me angrier when the kids began to laugh and tease me. I shouldn’t be so—“ He stops himself with another groan.
Palm press. Breath. Exhale. Permission.
“I got so overwhelmed, Eddie,” he admits. Completely shameful. “I didn’t know how to reign them back in, even though I’ve been doing this for nearly ten whole years. There wasn’t any yelling or anything, but she was scolding me with her eyes. Made me feel like—“ And instead of a groan, there’s a sniffle. Small and polite, but there. “—Like I was getting reprimanded by my dad. Which is so humiliating. And I just felt…Small. Like I wasn’t there at all. Wasn’t a teacher. As if I—As if maybe I didn’t deserve to be there today.” And at that, Steve crumbles a little further. Tears sluggishly leaking down his face.
Eddie rubs his thumb over Steve’s chest. He aches. “Oh, baby,” he breathes. “You deserve to be there, Steve. You’ve worked hard for your job. For those kids. I’m sorry she made you feel that way, sweetheart.” He presses lightly once more on Steve’s chest. “Take one more deep breath, alright?”
As Steve does what he’s told, Eddie gently lays his hands on either side of his face. Thumbs wiping away at the tears. He’s surprised that Steve lets him, but then again, today was rough enough. Probably didn’t want to make it harder on himself.
“You know what I think, Steve?” He questions.
Steve hums in response, eyes finding his, big and wet and tired.
“I think she’s very unprofessional,” Eddie states sure. “I think that you did your best with what happened. It’s not your fault that the students acted the way they did. It wasn’t okay of her to tell that student your business. And it definitely should’ve been a conversation she had with you outside of classroom time,” he immediately validates. Because, yeah, this whole situation is bullshit. And you know what? Eddie kind of hates this principal, too. Maybe he has a little bit of a bias, but that doesn’t matter. “She shouldn’t make anybody feel that way. You know what I think you should do? And fair warning, it’s kind of a big scary move.”
“What should I do?” Steve asks, his voice raspy from crying, but calm and curious.
“You need to talk to her boss. Explain to them what you told me. Calmly, by the way. You have to keep your head on your shoulders,” Eddie explains. “But I know that you can. Because you seem a bit better, right?” Steve nods. “Just rung out now, huh?” Again, Steve nods. Sometimes the words are too big for his mouth, the emotions having already been large enough for his chest. “And that’s okay,” Eddie tells him, validating again. “I’ll order in our dinner. Put on a movie. And we can just cuddle. I don’t expect anything more out of you.”
“Okay,” Steve tiredly mutters. He does sound small. Like he’s a teenager all over again, not well into middle age. “Will you help me figure out the words to explain again? Just so I don’t make a fool out of myself?”
“Of course,” Eddie agrees. “But I think we should do that tomorrow after your day, okay? I think today’s been enough of a burden for you.” He runs his palms down the sides of Steve’s neck, over his shoulders, down to his hands and holds him gently. “I’ll grab your pajamas. You get comfy. And remember that I love you. And you’re enough. And you do such a good job at what you do.”
Steve smiles softly at him. “I love you, too,” he whispers. And that, in itself, is enough of a thanks for Eddie.
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nonetoon · 5 months
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Caught-on-Tober Week 3: The Party 🎉 🎈
15. Chit Chat / 16. Game Night / 17. The Playlist / 18. Halloween TV Movies / 19. Taking A Break / 20. Down the Hall to the Right / 21. Who Invited ..?
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kunshokunsho · 3 months
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PLASMA
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archiesoniconline · 5 months
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Sonictober2023 Day 19! Theme: Boxing.
As we all know, Knuckles is rougher than the rest of them and tougher than leather. So when he wears protective equipment while training, he’s not the one being protected…
Art by Gaia Ruggenini and AmanskaArt
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sykloni · 1 year
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Ectober 2022
19. One & One Hundred
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papiliomame · 5 months
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Ectoberhaunt 2023: Day 19 - Claws
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tourettesdog · 1 year
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Ectoberhaunt 2022 Days 11, 19: “Drown”, “One and One Hundred”
*screams softly* 
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hiddenstashart · 5 months
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adeleine-everyday · 1 month
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day 19
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preteen girls obtain access to sacred gun, more at 10
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