#Diane Metal family
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Definitely a new ship 🤭🥺🫣😚
#metal family#dee metal family#heavy metal family#glam metal family#lif metal family#do not ship#Diane Metal family
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Dee/Diana roleplay plot where the two meet again after years as adults.
They haven’t really thought about each other since high school, and have gone on with their lives.
One day Dee decides to head to a metal concert for a new band he’s become a fan of, as well as to get an autograph from the hottie lead singer he’s totally infatuated with.
But when he goes, he’s stunned to find out Diana is said lead singer. How could he forget that bright pink hair? He’s torn for a bit but still wants that autograph so when the concerts over he awkwardly goes to greet her, hoping she wont recognize him…but NOPE. Diana can’t forget him.
They get talking and Dee realizes they have a lot more in common than he thought, and he’s really struggling with the fact that he finds her extremely attractive now. Anyway he totally calls her up a few days later for a ‘totally-not-date’ and it progresses from there.
My discord is kazikuns if you’re interested!
#metal family#dee shvagenbagen#metal family dee#metal family diana#metal family diane#dee/diana#dee/diane
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ive just watched the first season of the "welcome to raven brooks" and the teaser of the second season.
i wanna talk about the plot. im a bit diapointed of what happened to the main idea of this franchise. in fact, "hello neighbor" is about overcoming traumatic events and returning to normal life. moreover, the game is good because it works both ways: nick and theodore.
nick was kidnapped as a child and he stayed with creep man for a long time. it hurt him a lot, it haunted his nightmares, he tried to escape from it being adult. as a result, metaphorically, he overcomes this and returns to a normal happy life.
theodore is another case. unlike nick, he hasnt recovered from his trauma. the deaths of his wife and children broke him so much that they simply left no chance for rehabilitation. and also his job sucks.
these are everyday stories. i mean, they could happen anywhere and to anyone. the car accident that killed diane - remember how many accidents happen every day.
an accident with children - children have a lot of power that they dont control. the real case: in one family, a brother in a fit of anger hit his sister with a metal toy and fractured her skull. and this is very similar to the situation with theodores children: aaron hated his sister and bullied her in every possible way, which led to the incident.
and the kidnapping? i think you know how many children have gone missing...
do you understand???? IT'S COMMONPLACE. but there is nothing like this in wtrb. the neighbor is just a creep, that just got crazy and kills city dwellers. moreover, there is some kind of mysticism involved and the whole story immediately loses its charm.
but if consider it separately from the main plot, as if its just a childish slasher about kids who solve the mysteries of a maniac, then its a lot of fun:D
in short, the wtrb is controversial, but not bad. 5/10
#hello neighbor#aaron peterson#mya peterson#diane peterson#theodore peterson#shitposting#shitpost#just my thoughts#hello neighbor 2#welcome to raven brooks#wtrb
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Metal family hc note taking
Glam- takes really neat notes with hand drawn pictures and diagrams
Ches- mental notes
Vicky- promises that she’ll remember, almost never does. If she really has to she will just write on her hand
Heavy- we’ve seen what his notes look like
Dee- extremely obsessive detailed complicated notes that take up the whole page in small writing with a system that only they understand. No one knows how but they are able to find anything immediately
Diane- pretty notes aesthetic, organized with perfect handwriting and lots of highlights
Lif- mostly drawings but the notes are there and she does good in school anyway
Lydia- perfect notes
#metal family#metal family glam#dee metal family#metal family dee#metal family heavy#metal family victoria#metal family lydia#metal family chive#head cannon#sorry im hyperfixating#hyperfixation#metal family hc
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GRANITE (ANNIE) MEYWIN - The Millennium Saga [Firebreathers ; Echoseers ; Goddess-Touched]
We sit in quiet stillness, the kind that always drives me to the edge of despair in a few short moments. The kind that I’ve never quite built a tolerance for, no matter how long I’ve worked on facing the fear of it. The kind that keeps me up long after dark, even on good days, scared.
But it’s okay, because with Ember, silence isn’t scary. It just is.
Basics:
She/her - Cis woman
AroAce - 22 (~24 on Earth)
Mae Elf - Metal Mage
Cane user; born without one of her feet
Where she begins:
We first meet Annie when she's chattering on about all manner of gossip she gleaned from Citylady Palm, one of several clients of Annie's freelance tailoring pursuits. And, as often there is, buried among the fluff of her compulsive need to fill the silence is a series of gems: the people in power are starting to tire of the war abroad, too, and the local rebel group known as the Firebreathers is far more powerful than the Cityfamily wants to admit.
And as it turns out, she's not the only close contact available to the rebels--she just happens to be the one to find the other out first, and her social graces lead him right into the trap of admitting it through implication.
But though she knows how to run her mouth, she also knows how to zip it. And oh, she will, because she wouldn't need the patronage of the Cityfamily itself if their grip on the city was dissolved right along with the landlords.
What she finds herself confronting:
While Annie's story doesn't begin at the same time as others, her own gossip-seeking initiative leads her to chucking herself right into the worst entanglements of the lot.
Questions are, after all, at the heart of both gossip and mystery.
And when she's the first to pick up on the hints of an assassination in the making, only to find that doubting her instincts almost gets someone dear to her killed, she's never leaving another mystery alone again.
Important connections:
Family: Andy and Gabbro (triplets), Dian, Slate, Iggy, and Quartz Meywin. Aurora and Mahann Meywin-Tell (parents).
Friends: Ember, Nimbus, and Autumn Timber, K'Ron Isa and Elar, Xavi NoFather, and Magnolia Adisa. Ranina Palm (as a client).
Enemies: Ranina Palm (as a ruler), Genli Rainer (in solidarity with Ember and Xavi), and [REDACTED] (from asking too many questions of too many brutal "coincidences")
MUSIC
Themes - Vindication by Audiomachine, Rishia Theme (I) by Kevin Penkin, Night of the Wilds by Vindsvept
Vibe(s) - Underworld by CYPRSS, Bloodsucker by aeseaes, CEMETERY by AViVA
#writeblr#character intro#wip intro#original writing#original character#the millennium saga#tms intros#snip#my.art
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Headcanons because I want to see more cute and wholesome metal family fanfics that aren't problematic ships!!
<3 Asexual Ches
<3 Dee and Diane have a slow burn romance after Lif breaks his heart
<3 Every summer the fam goes to stay in Anna's mansion to swim in her pool and have movie nights in her home theater and chaos and drama ensue (Anna is superrr rich, don't question it ok)
<3 Heavy and Dee sneak out to go to a party one night because Heavy really wants to go and Dee heard Lif will be there. Dee's stalker from the show is there and Heavy protects him. And also worried parents Glam and Vicky when they wake up and the kids aren't there!!!
<3 Also, this one might be a bit darker, but Dee's stalker kidnaps and takes him to a secret government lab where they perform tests to see why he is so intelligent/use him as a weapon. I mainly just want the hurt/comfort after he's rescued along with a little bit of plot
<3 Dee has a breakdown in the counselor's office at school. Glam decides to pick him up and the two have a fun day skipping school together
#metal family#I would write these myself but I don't consider myself talented enough of a writer#thats why im a dee kinnie#anyways please someone write fics like this im begging#i cant read we were just the subplot for the five thousandth time#even tho its so good#also pls use these headcanons for good#metalcest makes me want to gauge my eyeballs out and eat them
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Sliding Into Home ~ For Reasons Unknown...
Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)
Synopsis:
After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.
* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**
Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks
Dividers by me
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Previous: Unexpected Surprises
Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist
aughable.
Sinister
Dangerous
Insane
All of these words float through Frank’s mind as he stares at his former best friend. Mike sat across from him, plexiglass separating them. He could barely recognize him. After talking with Andy, who was not happy about this visit, Mike was in the process of being disciplined by the California and Massachusetts BARs. The law firm he was working at had already dismissed him. Natasha Romanoff had personally contacted Abby and himself with apologies. Probably trying to avoid a lawsuit for malpractice. But Frank wasn’t worried about any of that. His sleepless nights made him come to one conclusion: let Mike Weiss know he was never going to hurt his family again. Mike laughed when he saw Frank sitting there. When Frank picked up the phone, so did he.
“Hi Mike.”
“Hello, homewrecker.”
Frank had to swallow the anger. He needed answers. Answers that only Mike could provide. But he didn’t know what to say.
“What? Got nothing to say?” Mike taunted him. “I’m locked up and you are with my cheating good for nothing whore of an ex-fiancé.”
Frank narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call her that.”
Mike scoffed. “I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want. Abby left me for you. I know you two were sleeping together before she broke it off with me. I’m just calling a spade, a spade.”
“Look, it wasn’t intentional, ok?”
“Not intentional. Bullshit. You were upset that I got the girl.” Mike smirked. “I had you beat.”
“And yet, she still came back to me.” The smile dropped on Mike’s face as Frank’s grin grew. “She has always been mine. We just found our way back to each other. And now we have a family with my Mary.”
The mention of Mary draws a snarl of from Mike. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I just have one question.”
“Which is?”
“Why? Why did you let Diane into your home and attack Abby? Why did you kidnap my daughter?”
Abby sat on the cold metal chair across from Diane. She was just like how she remembered her. Before the attack, before she abandoned Mary. Before she was with Mike. Her hair was longer, the long blonde stands pulled away from her face. Abby assumed her face would be hallow from being on the run but no, her cheeks were full. The only thing that made her think this was a different Diane from her childhood was her eyes. Her eyes were sad, full of remorse, sorrow, guilt. She noted that Diane was cuffed to the table, and she was able to relax her shoulders a bit.
“Hi Diane,” she greeted softly.
“Abby. I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Yeah, me too.” Abby looked down. “How- How are you?”
Diane cocked her head with curiosity at her question. “I’m ok. They put me on meds and my head is clear.” Diane chewed her bottom lip. “How’s Frank?”
“He’s good. A little sad.”
“Sad?”
“Because he lost his sister.” Abby looked at her sadly. “You have no idea the damage you have done to him. To Mary. To me.” She gave a hard look. “Why Diane? Why him?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Diane leaned back.
“Try me. Because he manipulated me to be with him and I lost five years with the love of my life.”
Diane looked away.
Rage took over Mike’s face. “Mary is MINE! I’ll prove it, you motherfucker.”
“You can’t have her,” Frank said calmly. “She is mine and I won’t give up fighting for her. I’m her father. And you are nothing but her sperm donor. You raped my sister and left her when she was pregnant. You told my baby sister to abort her baby. You don’t have any right to call yourself Mary’s father.”
“Well obviously she didn’t,” Mike sneered. “I will do everything I can to take away Mary from you. Your life will be hell, I promise you that."
“You’ll do shit! Why did you attack my wife?”
“I owe you nothing Adler.” Mike leaned back. “I’ll take that one to the grave.”
Frank stood up. “Fine, don’t tell me. Abby is in Boston, seeing Diane. We’ll get the answers we are looking for. See you at trial.” He hung up and could see Mike screaming at him through the glass. Guards came over to restrain him.
Frank was disappointed. Not so much as not getting the answers he wanted but because his friend was now a drugged out mess, not even a piece of the good man he once knew remained. Frank had his driver take him back to the airport. He needed to hug his daughter.
“I always had a crush on Mike. He was my brother’s best friend. Older guy. Forbidden.” Diane gave a sad smile. “I didn’t think I had a chance in hell. But one day he noticed me. You and my brother were so wrapped up in each other and I didn’t notice how obsessed Mike was with you.”
“Did he... did he take advantage?”
“No,” she shook her head. “He talked and touched my face so sweet. He spent days with me when you guys started dating. He told me I was beautiful and he... he could see a future with me.” A single tear fell from her eye. “I believed him.”
Abby took in a shuddering breath. “Why were you in my house?”
“Mike came back into my life. He found me in Seattle and said that he found a way for us to be together. That he knew who made me like this. He gave me a shot and when I woke up, I was in a hotel.”
“You don’t remember?” Abby frowned. “Anything?”
Diane shook her head. “No. I know what happened because the police told me.”
Abby sat back. She looked at Antonio, who had a look of sadness. “I’m sorry that happened to you Diane. Thank you for talking with me.” She stood up with Andy and Antonio following her lead. “I’ll see you later.”
Diane sobbed and Andy took a hold of Abby to stop her from comforting Diane. He led her out and once outside, Abby collapsed into her brother’s arms, crying for the pain her friend had endured.
Abby was quiet the entire flight home. Andy kept glancing at her as she sat with her eyes closed. He sent a message to Frank
A: It was bad
F: Fuck, is she ok?
A: I think so. The story Diane told was heartbreaking
F: Has Cricket said anything?
A: No.
F: OK, I’ll see you when you land
At the airport, Abby and Andy made their way out,with Andy guiding her around. She was staring at the ground when she heard, “hey Cricket.” She looked up to see Frank standing at the door, a single pink rose in his hand. She dropped the bag and ran into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. The sobs that she had contained from Boston to LA came spilling out. “Baby, its ok, its all gonna be ok.” He kissed her head.
Andy walked over with Abby’s dropped bag. “Hey Frank.”
“Thank you, Andy, for flying back with her.”
“Not a problem, had some stuff to finish in our LA office.” He shrugged. “Is it still ok to stay with you?”
“Course man. Let’s get you guys home.” He set Abby down, grabbed her bag and walked her and Andy to the car. Arriving home, Abby raced inside, still nothing spoken. Frank and Andy exchanged a look before heading inside. It was early, the house still calm. Abby stood in the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom. She watched for a moment, Mary sleeping in her bed, Dodger at her feet. A single tear slides down her face. The tragic story of her conception, how her parents didn’t love her enough, that Frank and Abby had to pick up the pieces and love a girl that was not their own. But Abby did love, she loved that little girl with everything she had. As she stared, her only thought was ‘Her baby girl was safe.’ Carefully, she crawled into the bed with her. Mary turned into Abby and sighed happily, her unconscious state recognizing that Abby was cuddling with her.
When Frank looked in, his heart clenched at the sight of mother and children in bed together. Abby had quickly fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Mary. Not one to miss out on a snuggle, Frank kicked off his shoes and climbed in as well, wrapped his arms around his family and went back to sleep.
Mike was extradited to Massachusetts the following week and was charged with kidnapping and child endangerment. He pled not guilty and decided to represent himself. He hadn’t been disbarred yet. “There is nothing else we can do right now,” Andy explained. “The protection order is already in place. Now we just have to wait.”
Frank returned to the team, working on winning the division. Their final challenge was a familiar foe: the San Francisco Giants. Facing Mike’s new best friend, Bobby, would be difficult but as long as Frank kept his mouth shut, it would be fine. A three game series in September was the epitome of baseball. A time for summer to end and fall to take over.
The first two games were uneventful as Bobby was out with a bruised knee. But he was cleared to play for the Sunday finale. The Dodgers needed the win in order to avoid a playoff and win the division. It was a beautiful September Sunday, perfect weather for a game. Abby, Scott, Steve and Mary were in the family box, watching their favorite player take the field. San Francisco was up at bat first.
Frank concentrated on the batter. Of course, it was Fuller. Johnny ended up walking him and he jogged over to first base. Frank scowled but kept his mouth shut.
“Sup Adler.” Fuller smiled. “Long time no talk.” Frank said nothing. “What? You’re not going to talk to me. That’s mature.”
“I’m not talking to you because I don’t want to get kicked out of this game or end up in jail.” Frank turned away from Fuller and concentrated on the game. The next batter popped a fly ball, and the second baseman was able to turn it into a double play. Fuller headed back into the dugout, a smirk on his face.
Frank rolled his eyes and went back to the game. A few innings later Bobby was back on first base after hitting a ground ball to left field. “You still mad that Abby left you?”
“Nope.”
Fuller watched him carefully. “You know it wasn’t personal for me Frankie Boy. Mike just said the right things at the right time.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Then maybe you can explained why he let my drugged out sister in his home with Abby and let her beat the crap outta her? Or the fact that he kidnapped my daughter.” Frank got right into Bobby’s face, causing the first base coach to try to intervene. “Can you explain how you let that psycho near my family, and yet you feel nothing?!” He shoved Bobby to the ground. “Fuck you and fuck him! I will have my day in court where I take that son of a bitch down. And I’ll take you down with him if you speak to me or go near me and family again.” Frank shook off Johnny who was holding in back.
“You’re gone Adler,” the umpire said.
Frank walked without causing another scene. In the locker room, he threw his hat and glove in rage. “FUCK!” He grasped the table to try and calm himself.
“Frankie?”
Frank whipped around to see Abby in the doorway. “Cricket, I...”
“Are you ok?” She cut him off.
He shook his head. “No. Fuller, he... fuck, he got to me Cricket. How could he do it? How could he help that fucker hurt you and Mary. He was my best friend on the team and he...” Frank finally broke down and cried into Abby’s shoulder. He had been so strong for so long. Abby stroked his back and let him come to terms with the truth.
“Baby, you have been our rock this year. Let it out, ok?”
“I love you, Cricket, so much.”
“I love you too, Frankie.”
As the family made it home, Frank’s cell rang. “It’s Andy.” Scott ushered Mary to her room as Abby and Frank answered the call. “Hey Andy.”
“Hi Frank. Is Abby with you?”
“I’m here.”
“Ok good.” he sighed. “Mike was given bail and he made it. He’ll be released by tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” Frank mumbled.
“That’s not the worst of it. He’s filed a motion to block the adoption.”
“What?” Abby whispered. “Why?”
“Just like we thought. On the grounds that he is Mary’s natural father and has not given up his rights. The motion states that the block is to allow time for him to sue for custody. There is a court date in a week from Monday on the motion.”
“We'll fight,” Frank said. “We’ll find a way show the courts that he is an unfit father and to make him go away. I refuse to let that son of a bitch tear apart this family.”
“Frankie...” Abby started
“No Abigail. I’m not gonna stop until we have that paperwork that says to the world that Mary is ours, just like she’s been since she was born.”
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can’t take my eyes off you (part 8)
gif by: @eddiemunsens
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: this isn't your first rodeo. you know the drill
word count: 3,600
summary: steve fake dates y/n for a week for a family reunion, but little does y/n know, he’s had the biggest crush on her for a while.
a/n: this is the last part! i’m absolutely so sad that can't take my eyes off you has come to an end. thank you to everyone who has been here since the beginning. thank you for all the endless love & support on this series (: steve & y/n love you all so much <3 two posts on a row? look at me go
sunday. it was time to say goodbye. your chest fills with dread and sadness. you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and sit there for a while. time to head downstairs to eat the most amazing pancakes you've ever tasted for the last time. you gently shake steve awake and he slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"what time is it?"
"10" he nods and you head into the bathroom to shower. after you showered, you put on a decent outfit and headed out. steve was sitting on the edge of the bed already changed.
"c'mon harrington. it's our last breakfast here and i'm not gonna miss it" you hold out your hand for him to take and he gladly takes it. you two make your way downstairs and to the kitchen, taking a seat at your barstools as you wait for margaret to finish cooking.
"are you ready to head home, y/n? i bet you miss not having to share a bed with steve" you chuckle at diane
"shockingly, no, i'm not ready to leave. this place is so nice and 'm gonna miss it" she frowns
"dear, you're always welcome to stop by at anytime"
"really?" excitement is radiating off of you and she nods
"of course. you're family now" you smile at her and then margaret turns around.
"pancakes are done, kids. eat up" you're quick to grab a plate and put two pancakes on it, then dousing them in syrup per usual.
"what time are you two leaving?" margaret asks
"i was thinking around 2 ish" she nods
"oh! ma. i was wondering if y/n can take a bottle of wine home with her" steve says, his mouth full of food. you gently hit his arm and he looks at you with a confused face.
"don't talk with your mouth full" he rolls his eyes and focuses his attention back on his mom. she has a brow raised at him
"aren't you two still under the legal drinking age?"
"it's for my mother. she loves her wine" you hated lying to diane, but it was the only way you could get your precious wine. she nods and heads out the kitchen. a couple minutes later, she walks back in holding a bottle of red wine. she hands it to you and you take it, sitting it beside you.
"let me know what she thinks of it when she tries it" you nod, knowing damn well you'd be the one drinking it. you and steve finish up your breakfast and head out to the terrace for one last go on your beloved porch swing.
"i'm gonna miss this view especially" you say and steve nods
"it's so much different than at hawkins"
"that's because hawkins is just trees. everywhere you go it's trees"
"touche" you two sit in a comfortable silence, steve gently rocking the swing back and forth.
"can't wait to get home and tell the others how i socked your cousin in the face" steve laughs
"slow down evil kinevil, we haven't even left yet" you shrug. it goes quiet for a bit again before you start to laugh.
"what?"
"i can't wait to see eddie's reaction to it. he's probably gonna tell me 'that's so metal' or high five me" steve chuckles, shaking his head.
"sounds like eddie" you nod. you two rock in the swing for another thirty minutes before you head back inside.
"wanna play one last game of twister?" you turn to face steve and he nods, heading into the living room with you right behind him.
"mom, can you operate the spinner again?" she nods and sits on the couch as you and steve set up the mat. diane takes the spinner and spins it. you guys decided that since you won last time, you'd go first.
"left hand blue" you place your left hand on a blue circle. the game continues on for another fifteen minutes before you start to feel yourself slipping. you try to regain your balance, but you fail and end up going down first.
"ha! i win this time!"
"shut up" you grumble out and steve does a little celebratory dance.
"are you a sore loser y/n?"
"absolutely" he looks like he was expecting you to say no, so a look of shock is briefly on his face. he then holds a hand out for you and you refuse to take it.
"come on. take my hand" you shake your head
"no."
"y/n. take my hand"
"absolutely not" you cross your arms around your chest and he sighs. he then leans down and picks you up.
"steven, put me down this instant or else"
"or else what?"
"if you don't put me down you'll find out" steve continues to walk and hold you, not putting you down. you then give him a purple nurple and he puts you down.
"ow! seriously?" you shrug
"you didn't put me down so that's what you get" you walk back to the kitchen, seeing that time has went by and it was already lunch. since it was the last day, they went all out and had chicken enchiladas. you made yourself a plate and sat down, digging in. steve then sits beside you with his own plate of food.
"i'm sorry for acting immature" you say, facing him and he laughs
"y/n, it's okay. seriously" you nod and go back to eating your food.
"i'm gonna miss this food when we leave" steve nods in agreement
"time to go back to spaghettios and take out"
"can say that again" you savor the last few bites of your food. steve doing the same.
"okay. we got about an hour and a half left until we have to leave. what do you want to do?" you shrug, but then an idea pops into your head.
"one last ice cream trip?" he nods and you head out to his car as he heads back upstairs to grab his keys.
"i'm paying this time" you tell him once he pulls into a parking spot outside the ice cream parlor. he holds up his hands in surrender
"okay okay" you then head inside and the same young boy from the other day is behind the counter.
"nice to see familiar faces. what can i get you guys today?" you both tell him your order and you and steve decided to eat outside today.
"on the way back to hawkins, can we visit sal?" steve chuckles but nods
"so you two can talk about me in italian?" you shrug
"we'll see what the day has planned for us" you go back to eating your ice cream and when the two of you are done, you head back to the house. since the parlor is thirty minutes away, it leaves you with about half an hour at the house. you and steve head upstairs to pack all of your stuff. once that was said and done, you lug your heavy suitcase down the stairs and take it outside and put it in the trunk of steve's bmw.
everyone is preparing to leave and you start to get emotional. cynthia comes up to you with david on her hip. he makes grabby hands to you and you take him into your arms, holding him close to you.
"i'm gonna miss you buddy," you then look at him. "you be good for mommy, okay?"
"'kay," he nods and you smile at him, still holding him. cynthia then hands you a slip of paper with her number on it.
"in case you ever want to spend a day with him or if i ever need a babysitter, have my number" you smile, taking the slip of paper. you pull her into a hug.
"thank you so much cynthia" she pulls back from you and gives you a soft smile. you hand david back to her and wave bye to him.
"bye bye david" he waves bye and cynthia straps him into his car seat, then getting into the passenger side of the car. they back out, leaving. you then see wendy and nicole run over to you and you slightly crouch down, arms open wide. they both run into your arms and you hug them both tight.
"i'm gonna miss my girls." you pull away from them and place a hand on their shoulder.
"you two will make amazing makeup artists someday. i just know it. behave for your moms, okay?" they nod and nicole is called over by her mom. steve is standing with her and he picks up nicole. you turn your attention back to wendy and you see her bottom lip start to tremble. you frown, pulling her into a hug.
"wendy, darling, what's wrong"
"'m gonna miss you" she manages to get out between cries. you wish you could just take her with you then this wouldn't be a problem. but alas, that's kidnapping.
"and i'm gonna miss you too, sweetheart. but i promise i'll set up something with your mom and you can come spend the night with stevie and i" you pull back from the hug and wipe her tears off her face.
"that sound good?" she nods and you give her a smile
"maybe you can do steve's makeup this time" she gives you a smile of her own
"there's that smile" she giggles and you stand up, grabbing her hand. you walk her over to laura's car. just like cynthia, she gives you a slip of paper with her number on it. you thank her and then wendy gets into the car.
"remember what i said, okay?"
"okay," she nods and you shut the car door after she's buckled up. as they're backing out, her window rolls down and she yells out of it.
"bye princess y/n!"
"bye princess wendy!" you yell back, giving her your best princess wave. she laughs and you laugh with her. her window then rolls up and you turn around to see steve talking with his mom and grandma. you walk up to them and stop by steve's side. diane then pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and you hug her back with the same amount of emotion.
"'m gonna miss you diane"
"awh, i'm gonna miss you too, dear. you keep that son of mine out of trouble, okay?" she whispers the last part so steve doesn'te hear. you chuckle.
"no promises. he can be out of control sometimes" she pulls apart from you and wipes away her stray tears.
"yeah, he does" steve then speaks up
"ready to go, y/n?"
"steve, i haven't gotten to say goodbye yet" maragaret speaks up and you and diane laugh.
"i'll be waiting in the car, okay? bye ma, bye grandma. i love you both and i promise to call you when we get home safely. they both nod and you walk over to margaret. she pulls you into a hug and when she pulls away, she hands you a folded up piece of paper.
"what's this?"
"you didn't think i'd let you leave here without knowing how to make my pancakes, did you?" you give her a big grin and she smiles as well. she then pats you on the shoulder.
"take care y/n. and don't let steve drive you mad" you laugh
"too late for that" she chuckles and you bid her one last goodbye before heading and getting into the passenger side of steve's car.
"whatcha got there?" he asks, nodding at the paper in your hand
"that's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" he rolls his eyes and tells you to buckle up before he backs out of his parking spot.
"so we'll stop at sal's then we head home. correct?" you nod and the two of you head to see sal. once you get there, you're the first one out and heading inside.
"y/n! bella! i missed you" you smiled at the old man
"i missed you too, sal"
"well, what can i do for ya' today?"
"oh. uh, steve and i are heading back to hawkins and i wanted to say goodbye before we headed back" he gives you a soft smile and steps around the counter so that he's in front of you. he pulls you into a hug and you hug him back.
"that's real kind of you, kid" he pats you on your back before pulling away from the hug.
"well i couldn't just leave without a goodbye. that'd be rude of me" he chuckles and then steve walks in.
"steve-o! do i get a goodbye hug from you too?" steve laughs and nods. him and sal give each other a hug. they then pull apart from each other.
"you better hold onto y/n, okay? don't let her slip through your fingers, pal" steve nods
"i wouldn't dare let go of her" your face heats up and then sal faces you.
"tieni questo idiota fuori dai guai, ok? tiene molto a te, y/n" you give sal a smile and nod.
(sal said: "you keep this idiot out of trouble, okay? he cares about you a lot, y/n")
"don't be a stranger, y/n. come stop by and visit when you get a chance" you nod and salute him.
"scouts honor" he chuckles and you and steve bid him one final goodbye before you're back on the road to hawkins.
"what'd sal tell you?"
"oh nothing" steve groans and you smile to yourself. you then take a nap and you're woken up by steve gently shaking you.
"y/n. wake up. we're home" you groan and open your eyes. you see the sky above is cloudy, meaning it'll most likely rain later. you get out of steve's car and head to the trunk to get your suitcase.
"no need. i already put it inside" you nod and you and steve head inside your house. you shut the door behind you and sigh. back home. your dog scooby, yes after scooby-doo, came running up to you and you crouched down so you can pet him.
"hey buddy. did mrs. johnson take good care of you while i was gone?" you pet him as he licks your face and you laugh.
"what about me, scoob?" steve crouched down beside you, wanting love from the furry companion. scooby got excited at the sight of steve, since scooby was practically best friends with steve. scooby pounces on steve, knocking him over and you and steve laugh.
"someone missed you"
"i can see that" scooby then relents from steve and you stand up, giving him a hand up. he takes it and you pull him up.
"wanna stay over and watch something? i don't have spaghettios, but i do have the number to a chinese food place" steve nods and he heads into your living room, as you head into the kitchen so you can order you and steve some food. they said it'd be there in about fifteen minutes.
the food got there and you and steve ate it as you watched whatever was on tv.
once it started to get late, steve started to get up and head out before it rained.
you walk steve outside and to his car. it was already sprinkling, but a little rain never hurt anyone.
"thanks for having me as your fake-girlfriend for a week" you let out a laugh but steve didn't seem to reciprocate. matter-of-fact, he seemed off. he didn't even crack a smile at your comment.
"hey, what's wrong?" he shakes his head
"you wouldn't understand"
"nonsense. you can tell me anything steve"
"seriously, y/n. it's nothing" you furrow your brows. what was wrong. you two were just having a good time.
"steve. it's not nothing if it's bothering you"
"just... can we drop it?" he seemed agitated now and you had no clue what you had done.
"did i do something?" he shakes his head
"then tell me what's wrong. i can't exactly read your mind here, steve"
"just drop it, y/n"
"no, steve. i'm your best friend-" he seems to snap and he looks at you.
"that's it isn't it!" you're taken back by his sudden outburst. as if on cue, it started to rain harder, soaking both of you.
"i'm not following?"
"it's not like it isn't painfully obvious since everybody but you can see it!" you don't know why he was yelling now or what you couldn't see.
"see what steve? what can't i see?!" at this point, you've given up with staying calm. if he can have an atitude towards you, you can have one with him.
"that i'm in love with you! okay?!" you're taken back by his words. steve was in love with you.
"what?" you whisper. steve runs a hand down his soaking wet face, shaking his head.
"i knew i should've just gone home" he mumbles, walking to the driver side of his car. but before he can do that, you grab his wrist, stopping him.
"you're just going to give up? just like that?" he turns to face you, him now being the confused one.
"what do you mean?"
"you're just going to walk away and not hear what i have to say? what if i told you i felt the same way, huh?"
"don't say that y/n. because then you're only getting my hopes up" you sigh out of frustration
"steve. i feel the same way. god, sal was right by calling you an idiot" you grumble and shake your head
"you mean you love me too?" you throw your hands up in the air
"yes! god, do i have to spell it out for you?" a big smile makes its way onto steve's face and he pulls you into him. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist. you both stare up at each other, the rain continuing to pour.
"kiss me already, dumbass" that's all steve needs before his lips meet yours. you sigh into the kiss and steve bites your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp out of you. he uses that as leverage to slip his tongue into your mouth and eventually you two pull apart for air. he rests his forehead on yours, both of you breathing heavily.
"so, does this make you my girlfriend?" he asks and you nod. then looks up at the sky, laughing.
"y/n l/n is my girlfriend!" he yells and you whack his arm
"stop yelling. the neighbors are gonna wake up"
"you act as if we didn't have a yelling match five minutes ago" you roll your eyes and tug his hand back towards your house.
"let's go inside. i don't want my neighbors to see me getting felt up in the rain by steve harrington"
"are you embarrassed of me?"
"no. it's for your modesty" you drag him into the warm house and you head straight to your bedroom, steve following. you toss sweatpants that steve left at your house one time at him alongside a big t-shirt.
"you know where the bathroom is. and i'm sure you can get a pair of boxers out of anthony's room" he nods and heads to get changed. you locked your bedroom door after he left the room and change into some dry clothes. you go and put your wet clothes into the wash and when steve steps out of the bathroom with his wet clothes, you take them, putting them in the wash with yours. you two then head back to your room. you leave your door cracked because sometimes scooby liked to come in and cuddle with you.
you lay down on your bed, patting the spot beside you.
"don't act shy now, harrington. we literally just spent a week sharing a bed" he chuckles and walks over to your bed and climbs in beside you. the two of you lie on your sides admiring the other.
"i can't believe you feel the same way" you smile at his cheesiness
"how can i not? steve, you make me feel special. seen. like i matter" he moves a wet strand of your hair out of your face and rests his large hand on your cheek.
"baby. that's because you do matter" baby. you were going into overdrive at that pet name.
"i love you, steve harrington" you whisper and he smiles
"i didn't quite hear that. i think you need to say it again" you laugh and kiss him instead. you both pull apart from one another.
"i think kissing you is now my favorite thing in the world and i never want to stop doing it"
"then don't" you say and he pulls you into another kiss. his hands slip under your shirt and you pull away from him.
"nuh uh mister. buy me dinner first then maybe i'll let you get into my pants" he laughs and then you get an idea, shooting up out of bed. steve gives you a confused look as you head over to your record player. you grab your favorite record and set the needle down. the familiar tune starts to play and steve smiles. you hold out a hand for him.
"may i have this dance, harrington?"
"yes you may," he gets out of bed and takes your hand into his. the two of you dance around to can't take my eyes off you and even though the song ended, steve is still holding you to him.
"y/n?" he asks, looking into your eyes
"yeah?" you whisper
"i can't take my eyes off you"
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Becoming a Man
“This is what you have to to become a man, Christian.” My dad practically shoved me out of his truck. I turned back to see him light up a cigarette for my cousin Dave in the backseat.
Dave looked at me and grinned crookedly. “Make sure to wrap your tool!” He teased before reaching forward and pulling the door shut, having to slam it twice to make sure it actually stayed closed.
Well, this was actually happening. I swallowed before I walked down the street, hearing my dad’s truck backfire twice before it drove off. I was now alone out here. Granted, I could use my phone and call an Uber, maybe even beat my dad home, but I had to do this. I was eighteen. I had to prove to the rest of my family that I was a real man.
My eyes went from woman to woman, all different flavors of beauty and desperation. One curvy woman with skin pallid and teeth crooked whistled and called out, “Sweetie, you look scared, want someone to keep you company?”
I just smiled and kept on walking, looking for that perfect girl.
And there she was, looking like a piece of the night sky had come down and became a woman. Skin darker than midnight, dark curls bouncing behind her shoulders, and hands staying by her sides, neatly manicured nails lightly brushing against her ripped stockings and short skirt.
I felt my hands tremble as I walked up to her. “Hey, um, how much?”
Smooth.
The girl looked over, she was probably only a year or so older than I was. Or maybe she was younger, I couldn’t tell. She grinned and quietly laughing. “Oh Christ, you’re not used to coming around here, aren’t you?” She leaned closer, grasping my jacket collar to pull me down to her level. Even with those four inch heels she was still so much shorter than I was. “You look like a guppy among all these bloodthirsty sharks,” She whispered.
I gulped before straightening myself back up. “Yeah, I just… look, do you want my money or not?” I didn’t mean to snap, but I just didn’t want to lose my nerve.
The girl snorted. “Not with that attitude. Drop the tough guy act, will you? You have nothing to prove to me,” She said.
Damn it. I quelled the anger burning in my chest before dropping my gaze. “S… sorry. I’m just a little embarrassed. Um, I’m Christian,” I mumbled.
“I’m Diane. Do you have a car or enough extra cash to buy an hour at the joint down the street?” She shot a thumb down that direction.
“I have enough.” I fumbled for my wallet and pulled out three crisp fifty dollar bills. “I want all you can give me.”
Diane’s eyes widened and she sputtered for a moment before snatching all three and stuffing them in her bra, clearly visible underneath her sheer pink shirt. “Done deal. Come on, it’s cold as tits out here and you look like you need to warm up,” She said, looping her arm in with mine before taking me down the street.
I expected her to smell like nicotine smoke or acrid perfume, but as I leaned in I could smell her hair. Green apples. I felt the butterflies in my chest flutter wildly about, beating against my rib cage. She was so gorgeous, I could barely catch my breath. Her chilled fingers interlaced with mine and I gripped on tightly. “I’m not the only one who needs to warm up,” I said.
Diane tossed her head back and laughed. “I’m used to it. Come on, we’re here. Make it quick, I want to get inside,” She said before leaning up to kiss my cheek. I could smell the barest hint of whiskey on her breath, followed by a metallic scent I just couldn’t place.
The guy managing the front desk only cared for the money I threw in there, tossing me the keys to room 104 and telling me to be out in an hour and not to make a mess.
Once in the privacy of the room, Diane slipped out of that skin tight shirt and smirked, tilting her hips to the side before sauntering over to the bed. “Come here, Christian. Let’s have some fun,” she purred.
My first time was just as one would expect. Sloppy, clumsy, and I finished way too fast. But Diane was as beautiful out of her clothes as I expected. There was a scar inbetween her right ribs, I traced my fingers along it for a moment too long judging by her flinch. But it was beautiful, just like the rest of her.
After we were done, she rolled over to her side to catch her breath, have a few more minutes in the muggy room before braving the cold again. Now came the actual hard part. I pretended to act like I was getting dressed, pulling on my jeans while slipping my hand into my pocket. I gripped the handle of my knife, taking a deep breath before pulling it from the sheath.
This is what it means to be a man. Kill the dirty bitches.
I sat back on the bed and turned to her. She had somehow managed to fall asleep, or at least she looked it.
She looked so peaceful. Like an angel.
She’s a dirty whore.
She’s so young. So pretty.
She belongs with the rest of them. Cut up and fed to the pigs.
But maybe she didn’t.
My hands were shaking so badly that the knife tumbled from my fingers, falling to the floor. Diane startled, eyes shooting open as she sat up. “What’s going on, Chris...” she trailed off as she looked down at the floor, the shine of the blade likely drawing her attention. Her eyes widened before she looked up at me, I saw fear.
“… If y… you want your money back, just take it! I, oh fucking christ, why do I always get the-”
“I’m so sorry!”
I sobbed like a bitch as I fell to my knees. Tears and snot dripped down my face as I broke down, shaking as I bawled out my apologies. I was so weak. I couldn’t be a man. Not how my dad wanted me to be.
I felt those slim hands rest on my shoulders. I looked up at her, looking probably quite the sight. This scrawny, pimpled boy who had come into this room with the intent of cutting this bitch open and taking her heart to my family.
Diane was smiling.
“Hey… hey, it’s okay. You didn’t do it. You might’ve wanted to, but you didn’t. You don’t want to hurt me anymore, right?”
I shook my head.
“Did someone try to talk you into doing it?”
I nodded.
“Who?”
I sniffled and wiped my nose off on my arm. “My… my dad. My uncle. My cousin. They’ve all done it before. It’s how you’re a man.”
Diane made a disgusted sound before grabbing a tissue off the nightstand and wiping off my arm before cleaning off my face. “That’s bullshit. Complete bullshit. Murdering a helpless girl just because you can doesn’t make you a man. Making up your own mind not to though, just cuz they told you to? That’s manly as balls.”
“They’re not gonna accept me back home if I do though.” I shook my head. “If I don’t come back with a heart-”
Diane shushed me, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Let me get dressed and make a call to my girls. If they’ve made a habit of killing us, then we’re going to return the fucking favor. Call your dad, tell him something went wrong and that you need all the other family. Trust me, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
I nodded before I scrambled to finish getting dressed.
I stayed hidden in a nearby alleyway when I saw the old truck pull up. It rattled as it came to a stop and my dad jumped out. “All right, how’d you fuck it up this time, Christian?!” He snapped, looking around for me as my uncle and cousin exited the truck, looking just as pissed.
I blinked and my family was surrounded by several different women. Diane was standing in front of my father. She grinned and I saw her canines nearly grow an inch in length before she launched herself at my dad’s throat. I covered my eyes to avoid seeing the bloodbath, but I could hear their screams.
I waited until it all became quiet to peer out.
There was nothing left of my family except for piles of bones and gore. Diane looked up at me, her beautiful smile soaked in blood before she gestured me forward. Unafraid, I approached, the other woman parting to let me close to her.
Diane pulled me down to her level to press a kiss to my lips. I now knew exactly what that smell on her breath was before that I couldn’t figure out before.
“You’re going to make a great guard dog, Christian. Be a real man. Help clean up the mess and we’ll take good care of you.”
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A Level of Comfort
OK so I’m very very nervous to post this but everyone has been really supportive and encouraging so here we go: my first RnM fanfic. Please be gentle as I’m very nervous 😅
Also thank you to everyone who was really nice and encouraging to me! I also would like to shout out particularly to @hazelnut-u-out because I really like your writing (and I also sent you a prompt kind of similar to this but ended up writing it myself 😅) and @whovianbuffalo for being extra lovely!
Summary: Rick has a nightmare after the events of Solaricks and has to check on his family to reassure himself that they’re OK. Mainly angst with a bit of hurt/comfort at the end. Rick is very traumatised and a bit of an asshole but he’s trying. Morty is a good kid who knows Rick too well. Warnings for blood/gore, death, self-injurious stimming.
Rick sits in the car he and Diane share, waiting in the entrance to the garage. Something feels oddly familiar in a way he can’t quite identify.
He sees the door begin to open and his heart drops as he realises what’s about to happen. Every fibre of his being screams at him to get out of the car, call a warning, do something. He wants to, wants it more badly than he’s ever wanted anything, but something keeps his body stuck in place.
Almost in slow motion, he sees his wife and daughter walk in, holding hands, smiling in blissful ignorance of what is to come. Above them, the fabric of spacetime tears open, a white-blue gaping dimensional wound.
Rick tries desperately not to see what happens, but can’t escape. He sits there, helpless, motionless, as his wife and daughter cry out in shock and pain, flesh melting from their faces, blood pouring across the floor. Somewhere in his mind, he knows he’s never seen this, that it is yet another torture device created by his own brain, but the gore and suffering forces its way to the front of his mind. He hears blood-curdling screams, ripped from a memory of Beth breaking her arm. He feels the pain and fear he felt that day mixing dangerously with the devastation of their deaths.
Somehow, Rick is now standing in the garage. Diane begins crawling towards him, dragging herself with a bloody and mangled arm. She grasps his wrist, staining his skin with blood and portal fluid that oozes from her open wounds. It stings like acid where it touches him.
“Rick,” she gasps, in the voice he’d always found so sweet. “How could you do this to your daughter?”
Rick’s gaze falls downwards to the lifeless and ravaged body of his little girl cradled in her other arm.
“Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance?”
Rick knows exactly what she means, tries not to think about it as she grips his wrist even tighter, her grasp burning into his arm.
“I-I’m going to stop him. I’m going to go back.” he croaks out, finally able to speak. Diane doesn’t respond. He knows exactly what he’ll find if he looks, the image etched into his memory. It doesn’t make it any less painful when he looks down at the bodies of his girls, exactly the same as they were the day they died, exactly the way they’ve looked every time he’s seen them since.
Distantly, Rick hears a voice coming from the rift in front of him. He knows this is his final chance to make things right, to do things over again. He flies through the rift, suddenly in his ship, emerging in a giant metallic sphere full of screens and bots. The voice carries on, and Rick sees a tube begin to rise from the floor. This time he won’t hesitate, he won’t fail, he decides.
As soon as the tube clears the floor, Rick realises Rick Prime isn’t alone.
A fully clothed Rick Prime stands in the tube, an arm holding a small figure almost in a chokehold, pointing a gun to his head.
“Rick!” Rick Prime’s prisoner cries out, his voice breaking from fear and adolescence.
“Morty!” Rick cries, scrambling, trying to fight past the killbots and lasers, but the tube is already moving backwards.
“Riiiiiiiiiick!” Morty cries, as the tube drops down a chute and both he and Rick Prime vanish from view.
Without hesitation, Rick jumps down the chute in pursuit. All of a sudden, a blood-stained concrete garage floor appears beneath him and he tries to flinch away from the impact.
Rick wakes with a jolt.
He’s breathing heavily, clutching his blankets tightly, his rickety camp bed rattling with how hard he’s shaking. He struggles to catch his breath and it’s not until he notices the hot tears streaking down his face he realises he’s crying.
“Fuck.” he whispers. “Fuck!”
He’s vaguely aware he’s rocking back and forth in a ball, one hand clapped over his mouth and scratching at his cheek hard enough to draw blood, the other balled into a fist, slamming itself into his head over and over.
Eventually, he slows down, his head and hand aching, his face stinging as tears hit fresh cuts. The pain makes him feel better, reminds him that he’s real, alive, awake, makes him more present in the moment. He flips the lights on, glancing around the room to confirm to himself that he really is home, that this version of his family is safe. Even though he knows it logically, he has to see for himself. He pauses long enough to collect himself so that he’s not actively crying any more, wipes the tears from his face, and leaves the room.
He doesn’t have to enter Beth’s room, hearing a mumbled conversation between her and Jerry from the other side of the door. He can’t make out the words, but the voices are easily identifiable.
He doesn’t have to enter Summer’s room either, as her door is slightly ajar, allowing him to see her through the crack. All the same, he watches for a few seconds to be sure of the steady rise and fall of her breathing before moving on.
Morty’s door is shut, and Rick can’t hear anything, not even the gentle snores he’s used to hearing on long trips in the ship. As slowly as he can bear, Rick opens the door. The hallway light spills into the room, and he sees Morty, lying motionless on the bed. He can’t tell if Morty’s breathing, and, almost without realising what he’s doing, he enters the room and stands at the teenager’s bedside. Even up close, he can’t convince himself, and he feels a hot panic start to rise inside him.
“R-rick?” Morty croaks, his voice groggy. Rick almost collapses with relief as Morty sits up, rubbing an eye. “Rick, come on, a-a-after today can’t you just let me sleep for one night? Surely whatever you need can just wait until tomorrow?” Morty finally looks up at Rick and his eyes widen in shock. “Whoa, wh-what happened to your face?”
Rick starts to turn away, but he feels Morty’s hand grasp his wrist, exactly like Diane’s in his nightmare. It’s enough to stop him in his tracks and make his breath catch in his throat. Barely, just barely, he manages to keep the sob in.
“Did you do this to yourself?” Rick silently curses Morty’s moments of surprising intelligence. They’ve spent enough time together that Morty can read him far too well for his liking.
“I-I used to do the same thing, you know, when I got stressed. I would bang my head on the wall, because the pain was easier than the bad feelings.” A part of Rick resents the fact that a 14 year old is trying to lecture him about self-injurious stimming as if he doesn’t have literal decades of experience, but he’s so empty and exhausted from the intense adrenaline rush and subsequent relief that this thought quickly evaporates.
“W-whatever, Morty. Go back to sleep.” he hears himself say, his voice weak and shaky. He turns to leave.
“Wait!”
Rick turns back to Morty, who’s holding the edge of his blanket nervously.
“What?” he groans, forcing a note of irritation into his voice.
“I, um, I, uh, b-before you woke me up I was um, I was… having a nightmare.” Morty glances around the room in a way that shows he’s clearly thinking on his feet, and Rick knows Morty has seen right through him. “Will you, will you stay with me?” He gives Rick a look so pleading, Rick can’t bear to say no, even though he knows it’s for his own benefit, not Morty’s. He’s a good kid, a good grandson, better than Rick deserves.
Even though they both know what’s really going on, Rick puts on an act.
“Fine. If it’ll get you to stop whining.” he huffs. “But don’t you think you’re getting a bit old for this now?”
Morty visibly relaxes. “Nah.” he replies with a relieved smile.
Rick moves to his bedside and motions with his hand for Morty to move over. “Just this once, you hear me?” he grumbles, clambering in next to Morty. It’s a tight squeeze, both of them in a single bed, but Rick is skinny, and Morty is still yet to hit the growth spurt stage of puberty, so they manage. Secretly, Rick is comforted by the tangibility of Morty’s presence next to him, the sound of Morty’s breathing. He knows he’ll never be able to make things right with his original Beth and Diane, even if he somehow manages to find and kill Prime, but maybe he can make things right with Morty. Rick silently resolves to be a better grandpa.
“Rick?”
“What now, Morty?”
“I, um, I’m really glad you came back for me, a-and my moms, and Summer. And Dad. I’m really glad you’re my grandpa.”
Finally, the tears spill over, dripping down his cheek and nose onto the pillowcase. Mercifully, he manages to cry silently.
“Sh-shut up, Morty.” he hisses through a wobbly voice.
“Love you too, Grandpa Rick.”
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I like your works 😊 Please can you make tickle headcanons for Lif and Diane from "Metal family"?
Omg ofc!! I'll post them when I'm ungrounded- ;-;
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Yasha & the Orphanmakers have a sound in the same vein of the Shaggs,,freaky outsider music noise deal that is def maybe not that good but so so charming
(talking abt this in a modern au way now btw lol because i have a whole au thing for it) ye ye ye! outsider indie folk/rock kinda stuff, but its kinda also a big jumble of just whatever they felt like making.. yasha especially is trying to figure out how she can combine learning the harp (she desperately wants to be able to play it well) with metal influences bc that's something she listens to i think.. some of the sound is like, folk rock lo-fi outsider stuff combined with metal in the same vein as Winds Poem.. this ↓
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especially because its got that rly dark-cloud stormy sound. . i think yasha would like it :'' )
infodump now, but, yasha also mainly does vocals and guitar stuff and harp and some drums, and is learning some of th tech stuff (theyre all figuring out recording stuff as they go lol) . .jester knows more tech things, plays piano/keyboard and percussion stuff, also both her and cad do some wonky backing vocals sometimes. cad plays bass (gender reasons, and it just feels correct) and some other random things, like he can play his family’s traditional string instruments n stuff. also keyboard a bit bc her hands are big and can reach good. also woodwind-y flute type of things.. perhaps even some handmade. also the bone-flute screaming has definitely been sampled and used in songs lmao . .a lot of the time they move around while recording, trying to play different things at th same time and make th sound effects or time th samples correctly. so like, theres definitely walking noises and sniffs and things captured in recordings. o. . .samples of thunder and birdsong n things would be nice too :'-3 thats a good idea
im re-making a playlist i had for their Sound inspirations bc the one i had before was a bit too clean stuff... ill def keep things on it. separate tracks for th sound inspiration and vocals inspiration (yasha's maybe kinda, rougher version of adrianne lenker sort of style. a little bit pheobe bridgers in her kinda sullen delivery perhaps, but way less clean crispy production. . some diane cluck, im not sure) and then theres just general vibes , its very fun 2 do :-3
#asks#infodump#thatse right babey i give yasha my music special interest musician's album 2 enjoy >: 3#also idr if i listened to the shaggs before but theyre fun
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I wish I was born in 1979, in either New York or Chicago where I would see the not see the begging of the 80’s with Star Wars but I would see the end of it with Jurassic park. I would see the video game crash of 83’ I would play the original Super Mario Bros on Christmas morning of 86’ where I would then eenie meeny miny moe between The Legend of Zelda and Metroid. I would see in the news the attempt of Regan getting shot, and more devastating news on the Cold War, I would see the Berlin Wall fall. I would get into the 90’s and see the rise of Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network and be on the neutral end to watch the war of my little brother’s school playground. I would take a Gameboy to school and play Tetris, Mario land 2, Links’s awakening, Return of Samus, Kirby, Mario Tennis, with Pokémon Blue and Gold. And when I go the tree on Christmas morning I would see a Super Nintendo with Mario world, a Link to the Past, Super Metroid, Mega man X, Super StarWars, Spider-Man:Carnage, EarthBound, Mario RPG, Star fox, DK Country, Harvest Moon, and Super Street Fighter 2 turbo, and Harvest moon; Not all in one day but my collection over the course of the decade. I would see Russia fall, Princess Diane die, Toy Story, Pulp Fiction, The Matrix, and see Sega become Nintendo’s biggest rival (from most important to least). In 95’ I would get into and out of a shitty relationship. I would go into a record store to buy CDs and to see a friend and talk about who shot Mr.Berns, in 96’ I would go to a coffee shop to apply a job for there I see a cute girl I talk to her she works there, I get the job I get to know her more we become so close over the years we become a couple. In 98’ I get a couple of pay checks to get a PlayStation and get: FF7, Crash Warped, Spyro, Metal gear solid, Tomb raider,Street fighter alpha 3 and Tekken 2; In the same year I get a lot of money for Christmas where I buy an N64 with Mario 64, Ocarina of Time, and Mischief Makers on Christmas Eve. I wonder how they allowed Courage the cowardly dog on tv for kids, watch the Power puff girls and Dexter’s lab, and see the premise on Nickelodeon for a show with a yellow sponge. In the 2000’s the girl and I realize we accidentally started dating. I buy a PlayStation 2 for my family as a dvd player and get a couple of games like Kingdom hearts, GTA San Andreas, Silent hill 2, Ico, and Devil may cry. My family and I watch the matrix on dvd on our ps2. I get a game cube from my dad and I would see Melee, wind waker, Prime, Sunshine, and mansion. I have so much more to say but I have no more coffee and this was a video game centric post but it’s 6 in the morning and I really like video games.
#1980s#1990s#2000s#movies#video games#life#me some how making a fucking rough description of some one’s dreams.
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Metal family Wednesday au
Dee-Wednesday
glam-Morticia
Vicky-gomez
heavy-pugsly
Diane-Enid
(Obvi they all have there own names but I just want to specify)
Give your ideas in the comments
#metal family#dee metal family#metal family dee#metal family heavy#metal family glam#metal family victoria#metal family diana#wednesday#autism#wednsday addams#the addams family#Idk bout Lif tho
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ANDESITE (ANDY) MEYWIN - The Millennium Saga [Firebreathers ; Echoseers ; Goddess-Touched]
My brainstorming makes a spiral around the table, still entirely illegible and layered upon itself, despite the ample room I’ve been given. Still not enough, because even after sending calls for spare Haethrite and Voltimony across the continent, I haven’t pieced together a design that we could test without fear of losing all we have.
Today, though, I have another expert in the room to help.
Unfortunately, Ember seems as lost in my technical work as they would be on one of the moons.
Basics:
She/her - Trans woman
Sapphic (her sexuality is an enigma but she likes cougars) - 22 (~24 on Earth)
Mae Ehlf - Air Mage
Heavily Autistic-coded
Where she begins:
We first meet Andy when she's in the midst of brainstorming a radio design for her younger siblings to use with Ember's so they can talk late into the night without risking the over-policed streets past curfew. And this context is where we most often see her: deep in her own thoughts, working on some device or another made from discarded scraps scrounged from the more prestigious forges in the area, augmented with Goblin technology rather than the extremely expensive Soulvite expected of proper Starsmiths.
But she makes it work. Most of the time.
Her masterpiece, Wrench--a dragon automaton built to act as security for her rented studio space--still doesn't know not to eat any and all fabric within reach, but Andy's confident she'll find a fix for that. Eventually.
What she finds herself confronting:
Andy's impact on the story is instant and massive, even if she doesn't become a narrator until book three: she's the one who gives the others a safe avenue to determine whether Ember's invitation to the rebellion is legitimate via Wrench, and who negotiates a rather underhanded deal with Emerald K'Ron in exchange for her own services to the Rebellion.
She wants an audience with Eternal Veratrum.
She's always been relentlessly curious, after all. And when the opportunity presents itself, she will always leap on the chance to learn something she's been wondering about.
This is how she blackmails her way into the rebellion. This is how she strongarms her way into the top-secret mission in Glittergale. This is how she sneaks her way onto the ship headed to Deltierin.
This is how she's thrust into the role of saving the world with nothing but scrap metal, her own vague notes, and an ever-ticking timer to reverse engineer her observations before the sea swallows the world whole.
Important connections:
Family: Gab and Annie (triplets), Dian, Iggy, Quartz, and Slate Meywin. Aurora and Mahann Meywin-Tell (parents).
Friends: Nimbus (best friend) and Ember Timber, Beta Altiana.
Enemies: K'Ron Actaea (once she finds out about Actaea's whole deal), Eternal Tieling of Nimia (on principle; also, she thinks he's annoying)
MUSIC
Themes - DRUMS OF GANJA-TAI by Kevin Penkin, Science by Two Steps from Hell and Thomas Bergersen, Dashing and Bashing by Gareth Coker
Vibes - The Flood by aeseaes, Streaks by ANIMA!, Cargo by Puppet
#writeblr#character intro#wip intro#original writing#original character#the millennium saga#tms intros#snip#my.art
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Hi there, i love your writing, but could you do a post showing your requests, if it's not a bother. It's cause i don't want to send a request that's already in your list.
Requests & Drafts
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♤ Last updated: 3/18/24
♤ From Oldest to Newest
♤ Total of Requests: 36
♤ This Post is Subject to Change & any Request here means that it is within my Inbox or Drafts.
♤ If you don't see your Request, then that means either it didn't Reach my Inbox or I Deleted it. You're always free to Ask if you're Unsure.
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Headcanons:
Platonic Diane Foxington with a Ex-Criminal Reader
Romantic Team Triple S with a Reader who hates playing Horror Games but loves watching playthroughs of Horror Games
Romantic Sonic the Hedgehog, Whisper the Wolf & Dr. Starline where the Reader gets Infected with the Metal Virus
Platonic Elk (Centaurworld)
Romantic Ekko (Arcane)
Platonic Team-up for the Joy Joy Gang (Dark Deception)
Platonic Team-up for 2012 Donatello & Leonardo where the Reader gets Mutated into an Anthropomorphic Turtle during a Mission (2012 TMNT)
Platonic Wally Darling (Welcome Home)
Romantic RF! Wally Darling
Undecided Ragatha with a Tsundere Reader
Platonic Pomni where the Reader used to be a Therapist
Platonic TADC Gang with a Ghost Child Reader
Romantic Kinger & Ragatha where the Reader Abstracted
Romantic Jax where the Reader has Attachment Issues
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Scenarios/Drabbles:
Romantic Silco where the Reader is a Painter
Romantic Shadow the Hedgehog where the Reader started dating Someone Else
Platonic Team-up for the Deadly Six
Romantic Herd (Centaurworld)
Platonic Team-up with Sonadow where the Reader is Shy & Insecure but hides it from Others
Romantic Infinite the Jackal where the Reader develops Stockholm Syndrome & accidentally kills one of their friends who tries to save the Reader
Platonic Shadow the Hedgehog where the Reader has extremely bad Sensory Issues
Romantic Team-up/Rivalry for Cubot, Orbot & Metal Sonic with a Mechanical/Inventor Reader who's on Team Sonic
Romantic Shadow the Hedgehog where the Reader stims with People
Platonic Knuckles the Echidna with a Archeologist Reader
Romantic Sonic the Hedgehog where all he wants for his Birthday is a Kiss from the Reader
Romantic Shadow the Hedgehog with a Magical Reader who wishes to use a Ritual to resurrect Maria in exchange of part of the Reader's Soul
Romantic Boom! Sonic where he tries to hide his Obsession with the Reader to keep his "Good Hero" Image
Romantic Team-up for Mephiles the Dark & Infinite the Jackal with a Reader who always tries to escape them
Platonic Rivalry for Lady Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg with a Child Reader who joins their Father [Ethan] to find their Sibling [Rose] (Resident Evil)
Romantic Team-up for Wherehog Team Triple S
Platonic Wally Darling where the Reader has a hard time adjusting in their new Puppet Body
Platonic Wally Darling with a Mermaid Reader
Undecided Kinger (tadc)
Romantic Pomni with Scared Reader
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Undecided:
Romantic Shadow the Hedgehog with a Villian Reader
Platonic Team Chaotix where the Reader considers them as Family
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