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#charles art#ed wants to marry him so bad it makes him look stupid#ofmd#ofmd s2#our flag means death#ofmd art#art#ofmd fanart#edward teach#stede bonnet#blackbeard#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#edward teach fanart#stede bonnet fanart#charles did this
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“Football man”
Diggs short a*s shorts
*chefs kiss*
OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!! Ed trying to loose waterbottle cap prank diggs.. Allen INSTANTLY noticing it and trying to protect him... HUSBANDS!!!! thank u sm for showing me this 😭😭, LETS TALK!!!
Diggs short ass shorts.. HIS TRACK BOOTY IN FULL FORM😭😭!! i hate him. Ed throwing his hands up in harmless surrender as soon as allen moves into the scene.... they already know not to mess with the husband... and stef just squinting at him in confusion wondering why Ed is all smiley, but is still otherwise clueless to Ed's prank plot
Josh pointing at it but getting Ignored lol
Tries to save diggs.. diggs thinks hes just thirsty and wants him to wait his turn so he moves it away >:]
This is so playground flirting 🙄 allen trying to actually HELP diggs and diggs being all 'no you CAN'T have it 😤😈' AHHH they're so cute <33 princess diggs please just let your husband have the waterbottle HE IS TRYING TO PREVENT A WET TSHIRT CONTEST FROM HAPPENING RN ‼️‼️
FINALLY he grabs it .... this picture... um. Turns to theater lit class with teacher glasses on my nose... i think we all know what This represents 😳...
He then shows stef it's been unscrewed... then FIXES it FOR him ?@?!?? He really didn't have to do that BUT HE DID!!!!!!!! acts of service 🥰🥰 thank u brave knight for saving the kingdom from flood <3 AND DOING IT ALL WHILE LOOKING AT ED LIKE 'i can't BELIEVE you, on MY wife??!?!????' Wow.. like. It's like with this visor it makes him actually seem... cool 😳 what a heartthrob 😻😻
DIGGS SMITTEN !!!!!!!!!!!! Smiling so charmed at him like he moved mountains instead of screwed on a water cap.. pic 1/infinite of the 'get someone who looks at you like diggs looks at josh' gallery. Also mckenzie standing there in his short shorts and long stockings HELP??? GET OUTTA HERE SICKLY VICTORIAN CHILD???????
Love wins. + bonus mckenzie slug reaction
#IT'S HUSBANDS AGAINST THE WORLD!!!!!#this was one of the cutest things EVER aaaa I HOPE THE BILLS GET MORE STUFF LIKE THIS ON CAMERA#with their added goofyass soundeffects lmao.. making stef say 'i love u man' when they hifive.. they push the propaganda truly#love how josh is just known as 'football man' he doesnt get a famous cool name thatll get him recognized BCS HE DOESNT WANT ONE!!!#he just wants to be FOOTBALL MAN and take care of the GREATEST HUSBAND EVER!!!#even if he can be a little stinkster sometimes by not letting allen fix the waterbottle even tho theres CLEARLY smthin wrong wittit#like did diggs NOT feel the water slipping out when he shook it at the beginning ???#his thighs... his lil shoulder tilt away from josh when he tries to help him... babygirl....#ed IMMEDIATELY running away when he sees josh coming too like WOW stef really IS joshs babygirl!!!! and EVERYONE knows it !#stef has to be reminded everyday because hes needy and laps up reaffirmation tho#i love them... THEY ARE MARRIED UR HONORRRRRRR ur H000000NERRRRR#why are stef and mckenzie dressed like that 😭 why are they like this.... anything to make the boys go wild i guess 😭#it's like the cheerleader wearing the shortest skirt possible during a game she knows her bf will play in.. they r so in down bad...#diggs/allen#ted asks#mckenzie/davis#i hate that stupid mouthguard isaiah has in his mouth EVERY time now SPIT IT OUT ‼️‼️#he looks so stupid 😭
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a thousand times a day | rockstar!eddie
fall frenzy req by @saltystormyx:
'I'd like to request a mini-fic with your rockstar!eddie au character. I'll leave it totally open to whatever you want to write.'
fall frenzy set list
back in action with a couple we haven't hung out with in a while! it was nice to get to revisit these two in some way. i had a different story for them to start -- something dirty and slutty -- but i just couldn't get into it. i needed something cozy for them. perhaps now that the seal is broken we can venture into some more slutty stuff between these two at some point. welcome to an early thanksgiving with the munsons before they were married.
tw: 18+, mostly very fluffy, some references to drug abuse, some references to using/addiction/getting clean. otherwise, two hotties in love. reader isn't referred to as 'stella' in this fic but the last name 'rink' is used a couple times to refer to reader and her family.
November, 1992
"I just, ugh honey I feel so awful to cancel on them."
You blow your nose into a tissue but also direclty into the phone, making Eddie pull the receiver away from his ear for a second. You called in hysterics from a shoot in New York that you have to do pick up shots in Georgia and the earliest flight back they can manage is on Thanksgiving; leaving your plans to go back upstate to celebrate with your family in the dust.
The flights had been paid for, even Wayne was making the trip to Syracuse to celebrate with you and yours. It was finally going to feel normal now that Eddie was three months clean and things had settled down some. He wasn't touring and they were only in the early stages of writing a new album and even then, the band spent most of their nights in the home studio instead of going into the city. Every now and again he'd come upstairs to grab more Pellegrino's out of the fridge and give you kisses on the cheek while you went over potential scripts.
Depsite having moved back at the beginning of November and back to falling asleep tied up with each other, you hadn't put your ring back on yet. It sat resting on your jewelry stand in your dressing room, as shiny and perfect as ever. Your bare ring finger sat as a reminder to him that he's not there yet; that he still has so much to prove -- but he meant what he said. You were gonna be his wife one day.
"Baby, it's okay. They're gonna understand," he assures softly, "It's not like you're doing it on purpose; they know you can't just not go."
"It's just s-so stupid. An-an-and it's the first -- fuck, Ed it's the first one without Dad and I just feel so bad for my mom having to look at two empty seats and I don't know, babe. Like, I just feel like I'm r-ruining everything," you choke on your words, fully blubbering into the phone, make up smearing down your cheeks onto the hotel pillows you're leaning against.
"You're not ruining anything sweetheart," his voice soft but firm, "You want me to get on a flight to you? I'll go right now."
"N-no it's okay," you sniffle, "I'm meeting up with Simone and getting dinner and we're gonna red-eye back home so we can get ready for Atlanta."
"Oh, so I get to see you tomorrow morning?" he grins, feeling selfish almost at how much he loves hearing your time away from him is cut so short.
"Yeah," you sniffle again, his heart pangs, "Probably really early."
"I'll have breakfast ready for you, okay? What do you want?"
"Um," you shrug to no one, "I don't know. Waffles."
"Okay," he smiles, "Waffles it is."
The call home was less sweet; your mom understood but you could hear the dull ache in her voice. The subtle sadness mom's have in their register that they try to mask with an airy laugh -- years of feigning their own disappointement from life barely lived. She knows you're busy and she understands, she tells you a million times. You hear it but you don't feel it; you know she'd rather you blow it all off to come home again and see your family.
You'd rather blow it all off to see your family. Eddie had only seen your childhood home once -- quaint in size, snickered when he saw that you grew up with two guest rooms. He knew you grew up with it made, but you never made it so clear. You had walked through the trailer park to visit his old stomping grounds like you knew was growing up poor was like. Maybe you were a good actress after all.
He had waffles ready when you got in at five in the morning, who knows when he woke up to start. The Belgian Waffle maker you got sent as a wrap gift two years ago was finally out of the plastic, box still on the kitchen floor. Batter dripped down the sides and next to it a serving plate of a small mountain of waffles.
The pink stains on his fingers give a hint to who sliced all the strawberries and other fruit. Separated and glistening in the crystal bowls you really only take out for special oocasions.
Three cans of whipped cream sat at the end of the counter, one already opened with a small peak puffing out. 'Ya gotta try the product first, it's the whipped cream tax'
He's so silly. You missed his silly.
You're not home for very long, a couple days before you start packing for Georgia and you spend it all in his arms. Meals together, sitting on his lap in the studio while he tries out new melodies, you even spent one night curled up in the living room to watch a pay per view fight of Harrington's. Their friendship was finally starting to heal up after Eddie's last relapse.
He pouts when you get ready to leave, shrugging your coat on after you put the cordless phone down to confirm your car. You pout back at him.
"Don't give me that face, you're making me feel worse," you frown.
"M'just gonna miss you," he says quietly, "It's lonely here when you're not around."
"I know," you nod up at him. You don't mean for the comment to sting, but it does a little. It's not like he didn't want to be there with you this past year.
He leans down to kiss you, both hands reaching up to cup your cheeks.
"Don't be sad," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against yours, "We'll have a nice Thanksgiving together when you get back, just us."
"What about Wayne?" you ask, heart panging at the though of his Uncle eating alone.
"Don't worry about it, sweet thing," he lets his lips linger against yours again for just a moment, "Wayne'll be okay."
The flight had never been more turbulent. Atlanta had never felt more cold.
You hear the phone ring and ring for the second time only to get the tin-like sound of your mothers voice again, 'Thanks for calling the Rink's! We aren't able to come to the phone right now; but please leave your name and number and we'll call you back. If you're trying to reach Stella Rink, please contact her publicist at Starmade PR Corp.'
"Hi, it's me -- again," you say into the receiver, "I'm sure you guys are busy cooking or have the game on but um, I just wanted to say happy Thanksgiving guys...God, come on, I know you're there. Just pick up!"
Your voice wavers, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it I just --"
"NOW BOARDING FIRST CLASS - FLIGHT 7995 TO LOS ANGELES."
You feel a slight pull on your arm from Simone, sighing while you hang up the pay phone to make it to check in.
"They hate me," you mumble.
"They don't hate you, Rink," she assures, hand soothingly skating up and down your back, "They know what your life is like."
The flight is long and you sleep during most of it, the sad pit in your chest spreading through heavy in your body. You couldn't wait to just be home and eat take out on the couch with your man; have him whisper sweet nothings of reassurance while you pout in the glow of the TV.
Rain pours in California, which is not common but of course happening on the day you feel so awful. You hope that they at least called the house; that Eddie had messages to relay to you; anything so that the guilt didn't eat you alive.
You make it home faster than usual; everyone home with their families leaves less people on the road. You tip the driver triple the fare after he helps bring your bags to the door -- holiday cheer already flowing in your veins.
To your surprise, Eddie opens the door as you go to unlock it, his smile evident on his face. He's dressed cozily, black on black Corroded Coffin sweat shirt and matching pants, socks scrunch down on his ankles -- tattoos covered outside from what peek out at the wrists.
"Happy Thanksgiving, baby," he grins. He takes your bags, putting them to the side in the lobby while you kick your shoes off at the door. He pulls you in to a tight hug to his chest and even through the laundry detergent you can smell the food from all the way out here. Aromatics, butter, garlic, rolls, turkey -- it smells like comfort, it smells like home.
"Did you cook?" you ask with hopeful surprise, "You made like, a whole thing?"
"I did the dinner rolls and I bought all the food; but I'm kind of shit at that home cooking stuff so I called in some reinforcements," his laugh is grizzly with smoked cigarette gruffness.
"Come on," he ushers you forward, taking your hand while you walk through the entry way and down the hall towards the kitchen. His hand is warm and worn, still slightly clammy while the nervous teenager in him still stumbles over dealing with you. Being with you. Loving you.
The kitchen is busy, people bustling and moving and at first you think he must've just hired a team but then a flash of your mom's red Thanksgiving apron catches your eye. Your neice's giggle rings through the echoey walls. Your sister Luna sits at the breakfast nook with your nephew to keep him out of the way, helping him with a coloring book from deep in your stash downstairs.
"Wait, what?" you ask outloud. Your mom looks up, a smile in her eyes when she sees you.
"Happy Thanksgiving, honey!" she smiles big, both of your sisters getting up and following her while they flock to you, a group hug of Rinks in the entry way of the kitchen. You heart swells in your chest while you feel them surround you, smell the familiar fragrance of your mom's perfume; your sister's shampoo. It had been so long, too long.
"What're you guys doing here?" you ask, tears welling up in your eyes while the emotion takes you over. You try to sniffle back the tingle in your nose while a cry comes on.
"Well, Ed called us when you left for Atlanta and asked if we wanted to all come here," your mom answers, "He got all our flights and everything."
You look over your mom's head to see Eddie leaning up against the fridge, wiping his own tear away off his cheek to see you so happy.
"You were so sad, angel," he shrugs, "I didn't want your holiday to feel so lonely. So y'know -- I got everyone here for you instead. Can't have my baby sad on Thanksgiving."
Your lower lip wobbles when you look at him, his soft gaze while your sister's go back to their previous tasks, "Let me help you bring your bags up."
When he says help he means he takes them all in one trip, you take note that all the guest rooms have been set up. Your family already unpacked and lived in like they've been here a day or two. By the looks of their suitcases they'll be here through the weekend. Your heart swells again.
"Where's Wayne?" you ask quietly while you make it into your room. He pops your bags by the entry way of the dressing room to unpack for you later, coming up close to you to press a kiss to your cheek.
"He's out back smoking the Turkey and listening to Alice's Restaurant on a loop," he chuckles, "He just drinks beer and hangs out -- definitely has a little crush on your mom though."
"Oh my god," you giggle back, "Well she's very pretty, I get it."
"He's got a real soft spot for your neice and nephew," he nods, running a hand over the top of your head, "He's gonna be such a great grandpa."
"I bet he is," you bite your lip for a moment, thinking about a future where that's true. Where you have rockstar Eddie Munson's babies. You wish you could report all of this to the papers instead of whatever shit they put in the tabloid rags about him.
HANDSOME ROCKSTAR FIANCE SAVES THANKSGIVING FOR AMERICA'S SWEETHEART!
People would read that, right? You'd read that.
"Was it a good surprise?" he asks, "It wasn't too much to spring on you I was nervous th--"
"This is perfect," you nod, "It's so perfect, honey. You're perfect."
"You're perfect," he counters, arms wrapping tight around you to give you a tight squeeze, "Why don't you get yourself together and I'll meet you downstairs. I gotta set things up in the dining room, things'll be ready to plate soon."
"Okay," you nod, pulling your airport best off over your head while you watch him disappear back into the house.
Dinner was one to remember. You hadn't felt the true familial magic of the holiday since you were a kid and suddenly it had flown back with a veangance.
In true Rink fashion, the after dinner digestif of Irish Coffee followed you all down to the inhome theater to watch Miracle on 34th street; the little ones and Eddie nursing hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows pouring over the tops of the mugs.
"I don't have to have one," you assured him, squeezing him arm gently while you looked at the cup in front of you.
"Don't worry about me," his voice calm and confident, knowing he was only going to make it half way through the movie before falling asleep anyway. Most of your family did except you and Wayne who was surprised to find out he was making his way to California instead of upstate New York.
"Couldn't find my good winter boots so it turned out for the best, I guess."
Your sleepy family finally roused, your older sister getting the kids set up in their own room downstairs before she made her way up to her room. Luna and your mom following suit upstairs, Wayne following soon after.
You and Eddie clean up the small theater and head to the kitchen to assess the damage of what needs to be done. Eddie gave house keeping the weekend off to spend with their families; so for the first time in a while dishes like this were all on the two of you.
Thank god for dishwashers and a good Bing Crosby Christmas record -- you're able to clean up the kitchen in no time; stealing kisses in between songs, getting lost in a dance or two.
When you get upstairs to your room you're both exhausted; but not so tired that your eye don't linger when he starts to undress. You know you don't have the energy for the night cap he'd like but it's nice to watch him; the dip of his waist, the way his shoulder blades move under his skin on his back.
"Still hungry, Rink?" he winks; heat flames your cheeks.
"No, no, I'm just -- y'know," you shrug innocently, "You look good, baby."
"Thank you," he hums while he changes into a pair of boxers for bed. You make your way into your dressing room and slip into a little night gown for the hell of it, silk and lace so he has something nice to wake up to -- something to show how grateful you are for putting this together.
When you crawl into bed next to him in the still of the night, one arm wraps around you instinctively. Heaviness dips into your eyes at the touch, it's always so hard to sleep without him there. Your hand smooths over his chest when he feels it; the drag of metal across his skin. His hand comes up to take yours and his thumb reaches up to search for it; breath catching in his chest when he can confirm it.
You put your ring back on.
"Really?" he whispers into the dark, "Yeah?"
"Yeah Munson," you nod into the crook of his neck, "Gonna be your wife one day."
#rockstar!eddie#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson au#stranger things fan fiction#stranger things au
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Ghost Rose musings: Loves and Friends
Some shorter Headcanons for OcReader because I have too many ideas to concentrate in my actual WIPs. And I still have to finish her bio and family. And her Phantom Pirates crew because stupid overachieving brain has to create full Ocs and lore. I swear I worked on this a normal amount of time.
Based on my first OPLA older menxfemreader headcanons
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👉 Masterlist
Phantom Pirates Crew already.
Soon the Strawhats.
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Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Mihawk, Bogard, Garp, Buggy, Zeff, Kuro, Crocodile, Do Flamingo, Big Mom.
Warnings: Swearing, back at excessive and unnecesary use of the word Fuck. Suggestive themes. Some spoiler of future OP (for the just OPLA readers).
Expect: Use of You, not y/n. Still bad english. These are not the Consistent Time Tenses you are looking for. I wrote half of this instead of working.
Still not beta'd because I exist in the void.
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Redhead "I Ran Away with Him not Abducted by" Shanks
Bestie (with benefits most of the time). The person you trust most in the world. Always there when you need him, somehow. You love him to death, as a friend because man’s anti commitment in the best of days and you know it.
He is NOT jealous that Mihawk is interested in you and you reciprocate enough to have ended his benefits indefinitely. Not at all... Of course you deserve someone who loves and cherish only you as the treasure you are, to wake with you in his arm for the rest of his life... Fuck.
Fave of your Captain Erik. He still believes he can convince Shanks to settle down with you. Maybe he should arrange more jobs where you end up stranded somewhere and Shanks has to pick you up.
Benn "Hang in There, Old Man" Beckman
Just marry his Captain already so he has another babysitter that's not him, damn it! Give a man a break. May teams up with Eriksson to rid Shanks of his libertine ways.
Totally not getting Shanks all riled up by wondering out loud if Mihawk would actually propose to you. Should he tell him about the Bathhouse incident?
Dracule "I'm not Falling for Him" Mihawk
Woman, you stole from him, cinderella-ed him and he keeps looking for you. Get your shit together and fuck him already instead of running away after smooch him and heavy making out with him every time he finds you. It's not like you're falling in love with him. Nop... Fuck.
He is absolutely not so head over heels about you that has started to name your future child. Damn, you want to bring over your redhead plaything idiot from time to time? Go ahead. That Marine fucker better keep away from you. No, he’s not drunk in your favorite sweet red berries juice wine that he despises but still drinks because it reminds him of The Day You Met and the taste of your lips… Maybe.
Fave of your captain's wife. Full going for he's-the-catch-of-the-season victorian-matchmaker mode. May be arranging an unusual amount of balls and inviting him. Has the wedding planned already.
Bogard "It Would Never Have Worked" Rick
We don't talk about Bogard. Too sad and guilty for leaving him hanging in your youth. You can't help but still care for him. Maybe still love him. A little. Let's not think about him.
He's not dying inside to have discovered you're the Ghost Rose and you may be in love with Mihawk. Absolutely no... Fuck.
Wait until he finds out about Shanks.
Monkey D. "My Son is the Most Wanted Man in the World" Garp
He is all for Bogard to "go fight for her, you idiot". Actually likes you and your boss.
If the Duchess arranges a ball, he's sending Bogard undercover to inform him if he notices some "suspicious activity". Bogard isn't getting it, would just byronicly sulk in the noir corners, doing his job and longing for you from afar.
"And why didn't you dance with her, moron? yOu WeRe DoInG yOuR jOb... I didn't get married and had a son by staying away just doing my job." Wait, was he married to the mother of his son? "Am I a barbarian like Roger? Of course I am married to the mother of my son." Wait, is she still around? "Like alive? Of course. She left and hates the guts of me for being absent all the time and driving our son away to an anti-government life but... still!" Hence...
Neither of you knows what is your bosses deal or history but Garp may be the only Marine in the world who knows that Duke Shostakovich Eriksson is the Phantom Captain. And gives no shit because he's a pal.
Who else is going to snitch all the gossip from his son's whereabouts and the marine highest ranks info they try to hide to him? All those jobs of sneaking in Marine Bases to get intel? They didn't come from him. Not at all... Oh.
Buggy "It was Just One Time" the Clown
You were wasted-drunk and freshly dumped Kuro!!! Not happening again because STANDARDS. Just don't let him sweet talk you and look at his pretty blue puppy eyes at the same time. DO. NOT. LOOK.
Somehow, your captain adores him, thinks he has potential. For what? You have no idea. Outdo him in extravagance?
Buggy kisses the ground your captain walks on. Even when he already told him that Roger never confessed to him about the One Piece. Doesn’t matter. Eriksson rocks. Yes, he knows his identity as does Shanks since he was besties with their captain. Never telling, clown’s promise!
Your crewmates Raoul and Carlotta may or may not have a crush on him. They can have all his chop-chop parts for all you care.
Red "I Ate my" Leg "to Save This Little Flirty Gremlin" Zeff
Eriksson's old bestie. Worked together for a while to seek information about the All Blue. They just talk in insults to each other.
They were supposed to meet that time his ship was wrecked and looked for him for months until your crew found him in that rock with his new kid. "And why the fuck did you tough it was a great idea to raid a ship in the middle of a storm, you mangy landlubber?" “There was something suspicious! Germa 66 was in the area some weeks ago, gossip said they may have planted something important there, you hornswogglin' son of a biscuit eater!” *Kid looks around pretending not being there*. "And that's why the intel dealer is me, not you, scurvy-ridden old sea rat!" *Eriksson looks pointly at kid while Zeff isn't looking*.
Helped him to retire and open his restaurant. His kid may have had a massive crush on you.
Not-friends/Hated
Kuro "Fuck That Guy and His Fucking Plans"
Except you did. Literal and metaphorical. And then dumped him for being a piece of shit. But the guy dared to threaten your niece and spat your identity in front of Bogard. Now they can truthfully give him up for death.
Sir "I Hate that Guy" Crocodile
He DARED to mistake you for an escort and groped you when he went to try to make a deal with Eriksson (as the Duke, not the Phantom Captain, he’s unaware of his alter ego). You almost beat the shit out of him (Gara vs Rock Lee style, see: Naruto) but ended up very even at the time.
(Doesn't look like I thought about this obsessively.)
After that, he actually respected you but still ogles you shamelessly. Not forgetting it for the rest of your life. It goes without saying he never got a deal from the Duke.
It would be a shame if in the future it reaches the ears of a certain Best Swordsman to whom Croc is allied.
Don Quixote "That Fucking Bastard" Do Flamingo
Your captain despises him. They have history. Say no more, for you that's enough.
Charlotte "Big Souless Ugly $%&! Bitch Mom" Linn Linn
Hate her with all your being. No more comments or you may stab someone.
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#one piece#one piece live action#opla headcanons#opla#opla x reader#one piece fic inspo#one piece headcanons#x reader#one piece oc#one piece original character#bogard x reader#shanks x reader#mihawk x reader
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Since people seem interested in this, here are my thoughts while I watched the first episodes of FMAB:
Al is the cutest thing on earth what the fuck I want to protect him with my life
Ed I love you and your traumatized eyes and long blond hair
Oh damn there's magic in this one? Oh true it's about Alchemists I am fucking stupid it's not even magic
Haha it's called Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood because they're alchemist brothers and their bodies are basically metal haha funny
Why's this shit so damn dark what the fuck
Oh fuck no
Roy you're so babygirl
Winry marry me
Riza marry me
This looks like a woman wrote it I like it
Ed I swear to fucking God take care of yourself
Al is definitely my favorite character
I LIED MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS LUST OH MY LORD GOODNESS GRACIOUS
This man is weird but I love his daughter I hope nothing bad happens to her
HE DID WHAT WITH THE DOG
What the fuck I want to die
Damn Lust are you single
Envy more like Enby
I know there's a lot of political background here but I decide to ignore it for now to focus on Ed and his sad eyes
I do not understand a single word they're saying when talking about alchemy but okay cool words cool powers
Winry I love you I love you I love you
OH A WOMAN WROTE THIS IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
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Hawkins Memorial to Rescue Personnel
part 3 to the nurse steve au!
cw: mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of drug use, drug relapse, failed unalive attempt, mentions of AIDS
wc: 2.1k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
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“I don’t wanna be here,” Eddie mumbled.
“I don’t care,” Steve murmured. “If you want any chance of living past a few years, you need to give up some bad habits.”
“What’s so bad about letting the drugs kill me first?” Eddie rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and sat back in his seat.
“Ed, stop… that’s not funny…”
“Sorry,” he sighed.
“Edward?”
“Right here!”
He hauled himself out of the seat and reached back for Steve’s hand, encouraging him to follow. The pair walked into the therapy office and took a seat on the couch. Eddie shuffled his way closer to Steve, trying to snuggly sit next to him. Steve gently placed a hand on Eddie’s thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down.
“How’s everyone doing today?” The therapist asked.
“I’m here so, kinda shitty.”
“Watch the attitude,” Steve warned. “Sorry, he’s upset.”
“I would be too if I was getting sober. It’s not really a pleasant experience for anyone,” she chuckled dryly. “So, I’m Dr. Axen, but you can call me Melissa, if you’d prefer. I’ve been an addiction specialist for thirteen years, and I’ve been told I’m good at what I do, so hopefully we can help you out here, darling. Tell me a little bit about yourself.”
“Well, I’m Eddie and I’ve been using since I was fifteen or so—started drinking a bit younger. Everything really got out of hand when I made it big in music and started touring and all that fun stuff.”
“And what made you finally come in today?” Melissa asked.
“This one,” gesturing to Steve, “insisted.”
“You’ve OD’d twice under my care, Ed. I-I can’t physically watch you go through it again.”
“Yeah, fine, whatever, let’s just do this so he shuts up.”
“Eddie,” Melissa started, “sobriety is a big step that you have to want to make. It can’t be for anyone else. It needs to be for you.”
He sat and pondered for a bit, the tip of his tongue peeking through his mouth as he anxiously tapped his foot a mile a minute. He glanced at Steve, then back at Melissa—he couldn’t believe what he was about to admit.
“It is for me,” he said. “I may not want to be sober—hell, who does? But I want to be with Steve. I want to be able to…” He chewed at his bottom lip and scoffed. Fuck it. “I wanna be around long enough to marry him. Have gorgeous children with him. Go to stupid PTA meetings and watch him argue about the nutrition content in school lunches. I want us to own a home together. I want us to have a life. And… fuck,” he chuckled. “I can’t do any of that if I’m still actively using. So… yeah… I’m ready, doc.”
Eddie couldn’t look at Steve. He knew he’d be staring at him with teary eyes and his stupid well-maintained glossy lips. Eddie knew that, while they had only been dating a few weeks (and they hadn’t even put an official title on it) he wanted Steve to be his, forever. He wanted someone he knew could handle him at his worst—so for him… Steve was it.
“Eddie…” Steve finally whispered.
“Well, it’s true…” he shrugged.
“We don’t– we’re not–”
“No, I know, but… I like you, Steve. I’ve done a lot things, dated– well, slept, with a lot of people. I’ve never found them attractive in the same way I find you. I never wanted to be confined to the restraints of marriage, but with you, I never want to do so much as look at another guy. I’ve had my handful of pregnancy scares with chicks I used to hookup with. Never, not once, have I ever wanted children, but with you? God, I want a million of them. I wanna do all the mundane, stupid things with you, and only you.”
“So how many kids are we talkin’?” Steve chuckled out a sob.
“However many you want, pretty boy,” Eddie beamed.
“So you’re ready to give it up? Give it all up?”
“Yeah… I am…”
Throughout the rest of the session, Melissa set up a care plan and a realistic timeline for him to get clean (without rehab). Since Steve worked in healthcare, she was hoping he’d be there to help Eddie stick to his plan.
Even though Melissa said not to undergo too much change at once, Eddie insisted Steve moved into his McMansion. The two had been living under the same roof for nearly five months and Steve couldn’t have been happier. The change was initially difficult for Eddie, but with Steve’s help, he was able to adapt.
“Okay, I’m heading into work,” Steve said, collecting his belongings before heading out for his biweekly double shift. “You need anything before I go?”
“A kiss?” Eddie pouted.
“Okay, besides that?” Steve smirked.
“Nothing, I think I’m alright.”
“Well then…” Steve leaned down and pulled Eddie in for a kiss. “I love you. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m at work. I’ll rip you a new one if I find you in my ER,” he teased.
“I won’t.” He rolled his eyes. “I love you too, pretty boy.”
Steve headed into his shift and it was more or less the same—drunkards and traumas. During the second half of the shift, he set up shop at intake and listened to the EMS radio. He worked his way through his reports, making polite conversation with the staff that passed by him. Suddenly, his ears perked up when he heard another waste-oid being brought in over the radio.
“Rescue 5 to Hawkins Memorial.”
“Go ‘head, Rescue 5.”
“We’re ten minutes out with a possible overdose. Patient is approximately a twenty-five year-old male—response to physical stim only, but borderline completely unresponsive. Not oriented to person, place, time, or event. Twenty of narcan was pushed—patient is still in respiratory failure. Two lines running wide open with ringers. We’ll update you with any new information.”
“Thank you, Rescue 5. Trauma room six is open—bring patient in upon arrival. I’m paging the doctor now.”
“Received, thank you.”
“Christ,” Steve scoffed. “Wheeler, incoming to six!”
“Shit,” she seethed. “Drunk?”
“Overdose.”
“Shocker.” She took a sip of her water and paged a handful of staff to help. “How’s your night going?” she asked.
“It’s fine. Same old Sunday. You know how it goes.”
“Unfortunately I do. How’s the hubby?”
“Wonderful,” he beamed.
“Yeah?” She raised a brow. “Sobriety’s treating him well?”
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“What’s he like sober?”
“More or less the same,” he chuckled. “He’s a total dweeb, but super sweet. I can’t describe it, but he’s literally my other half—everything I’m not.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re happy and things a–”
“Rescue 5 to Hawkins Memorial.”
“Go ahead, Rescue 5.”
“We’re five minutes out.”
“Received.”
“God, I’m not looking forward to this. Overdoses are always my least fucking favorite. They’re just so heartbreaking. Watching addiction win like that, you know?” Dr. Wheeler sighed.
“Yeah, I know.”
“What would you do if Eddie–”
“Don’t… please, don’t…”
“Right, sorry. Finish up whatever you were doing and join us in six, alright?”
“Will do, doc.”
Steve jotted down the last of his narrative as the EMS crew burst through the doors with the patient. Steve shook his head in disbelief as he collected his paperwork, already anticipating being stuck with babysitting duty. When he slid the door open, Nancy whipped her head around and tried pushing him out of the room.
“What are you doing? You told me to help out.”
“You can’t be here,” she panicked.
“Um… doc, last time I checked this is my job.”
“Steve, take my word for it. Get out.”
“Dr. Wheeler, with all due…”
Then Steve saw him.
He was pale. Lifeless. Saliva was pooled around the corners of his mouth as vomit stained his shirt and matted his hair. There was an intubation tube shoved down his throat as two of the EMTs took turns ventilating him and suctioning out the tube.
To the untrained eye, one might’ve thought he was a corpse. Dead. Past the point of no return.
Steve had seen him overdosed before, but never to this degree. He never thought he’d have to see his love like this. But alas, there they were.
His pile of paperwork fell to the floor as Steve tried running to the bed, but was quickly held back by security. Steve screamed in agony as his body went limp, tears spilling down his face.
“No!” he cried. “Eddie, no, please!”
Anguish plagued his body as he wept for his partner. He hiccuped out a sob as security carried him out to the staff break room. They sat him up in a chair and set down a box of tissues before heading out.
Steve had no words. He was doing so well—what’s happened? He said he was ready to give it all up, but there they were… back at square one.
When Eddie was stable enough to be moved to a normal room (which took a few hours), Dr. Wheeler retrieved Steve to join his partner. Before heading in, the two stood outside the room—he needed to know what happened before facing him.
“How bad is it?” Steve sniffed.
“Well… his left lung collapsed…” Tears pooled in Steve’s eyes as he cupped his mouth in his hands. “There was a lot of built up scar tissue. Has he been coughing a lot at home? Showing any signs of pneumonia or anything?”
“Not that I’ve noticed,” Steve choked out, voice breaking.
“Then he must’ve been hiding it really well. How’s his condition being handled?”
“He’s on a lot of meds, but he always told me he was fine.”
“I’ll try and get his reports from the archives, alright?” Steve nodded. “He has a non-rebreather on right now, so just be mindful of that.” He nodded again.
“Better than an intubation tube, I guess,” he sniffed.
“He’ll be okay, Steve… I promise.”
“You can’t promise anything,” he spat. “God, why would he fucking do this. He was doing so well.”
“I don’t know, sweetie… you’ll just have to ask him when he wakes up.”
She pat his shoulder before excusing herself back to the main ER floor. Steve reluctantly went into the room and took a seat next to Eddie’s bed. He laid back in the chair and waited for him to wake up.
At nearly eight in the morning, Eddie stirred awake, trying to make sense of where he was. He blinked aimlessly a few times before noticing Steve. His heart sank as he glared up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Why’d you do it, Ed?” Steve wasted no time.
“I coughed up blood… I panicked, Stevie… I’m so, so sorry.”
“The doctor said you have scar tissue built up… why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well? You’re not in this alone, Eddie. We could’ve done something.”
“There’s nothing we can do, Steve!” Eddie yelled, shortly leading to a coughing fit and gasping for air.
“Breathe…” Steve sighed, checking his oxygen’s flow rate. “Ed, you need to come to terms with death. I’m not saying from AIDS, I’m saying in general. Yes, one day, you’re going to die. I’m going to die. Everyone dies. Yeah, it sucks, but it happens. Alright?” Eddie pouted, still trying to catch his breath. “You need to tell me when you’re not feeling well so we can do preventative treatment, not reactive like this, okay? And so you don’t freak out and relapse,” Steve teared up. “I can’t lose you… not like this, Eddie.”
“But Steve,” he wheezed, “if I’m going to die, I wanna do it on my own terms…”
“This isn’t the way, Eds… think about me… please. Watching you slowly try to repeatedly kill yourself is so hard for me to...” he trailed off. “You suffer, I suffer—it fucking sucks, Eddie. Dear lord, it’s more painful to watch you do this to yourself than it would be to watch a disease take you. At least, with the disease, you can’t help it—you just have to let it happen and fight like hell to stay. But this? Eddie this isn’t you… you can’t be known for going out like this.”
“But why, Steve?” he choked out. “I run… that’s what I do… I’m no fighter.”
“Knock that off,” he cried. “Please, for me, go fo rehab… get clean… I can’t stand watching you do this to yourself. I think it’s killing me faster than it’s killing you.”
“I’m sorry, Stevie, I… I can’t–”
“Hey, hey, hey…” Steve whispered as he cupped Eddie’s cheeks, wiping away his stray tears. “Yes, you can. You can and you will. For me… please, Eds… I can’t lose you…”
“But, Stevie…” he choked out, “I don’t wanna be here anymore…”
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a/n: i know it’s sad right now!!! but please stick around for the next part, it will get better! im not a total monster, i swear.
ANYWAYS, it’s not stated directly, but this is taking place in ‘91/‘92, so eddie would be 25. i also like to think it took steve 5 years to finish undergrad bc he acknowledged he needed more time and that’s okay—normalize adding more time onto your education to suit your own academic needs!!!!
as always, please lmk if tumblr glitched and some things are repeated/deleted (indicated by weird jumps that don’t make sense)—ill fix any errors asap.
i hope everyone enjoyed. please lmk if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist for the next part 🫶🏻
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie st4#eddie stranger things#gay#st4#lgbtq#lgbt pride#joe kerry#joseph quinn#rockstar eddie munson#nurse steve harrington#love#happy#netflix#all you need is love#love is all you need#1980s#1990s
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How about Riddler and Scarecrow?
Riddler x Scarecrow
The first relationship that people could actually believe
These would work with each other from time to time and be annoying each other so bad
"You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." Riddler smirked.
"So what if I do!? That doesn't make you right!"
Both very intelligent which leads to many arguments
Still cares though, anyone bulling the other makes them protective since they both know the feeling
Ed would make riddles with horror trivias
Would have horror marathons where Ed would pretend to not be afraid before cuddling to Jon, it would make Scarecrow feel powerful
Riddler would just call him Crow in short while Jonathan cannot call him anything else
Jon doesn't know how to be romantic so would just buy generic things like roses, Eddie loves each one
Because of how much time he spends with Ed he might ask victims riddles and just to slap himself later while Ed is proud
Ed would be hyperactive while Jon just sits in the back
Riddler makes him take spa days with him and it's more relaxing than he wants to admit
Old married couple
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Sicktember Day 2 - Homesick - Steddie (Sick Eddie) - Rockstar AU
This is the first time in his career that Eddie wants to go home during the middle of a tour. It’s not that he wants to stop, necessarily, but he misses Steve and Eggnog; their little black cat, so much it hurts. They’ve been married for seven months, making this the first tour since tying the knot.
It’s not helping that he’s running a fever, hovering around 100 degrees. The musician’s been feeling kind of sluggish all day, but now, sitting in the airport with his sweatshirt hood up to obscure his face, Eddie thinks he might be close to throwing a toddler-like tantrum. He wants to go home. It’s December and snowing, causing delays to a lot of flights, including their own.
Gareth, Jeff and Tim have been battling on Mario Kart with their handheld game systems, sitting against a wall near a large window. Chelsea, Zack and Jake are talking about logistics for being late to a venue and what they may need to do.
Eddie’s sitting alone in an uncomfortable plastic seat, knees pulled up to his chest. His stomach feels disgusting and a headache is throbbing on the right side of his head. Everything feels too hot and too cold at once, his head feels swimmy and he feels far away, like he's being pulled from his body.
His phone starts buzzing in his jacket pocket, so he fumbles for it. Steve’s name pops up and he swipes the button to answer.
“Hello?”
The guitarist's voice sounds exhausted, even he himself can hear it. His words come out like molasses, slow and stuck together.
“Hey Ed’s! Still stuck in the airport?”
“Yeah, uh…flight’s delayed two hours.”
“…are you okay? You sound rough.”
“I uh, I don’t feel so great. Trying really hard not to just…be stupid about it. Kind of wish I was home,” his voice cracks on the last word and he winces. “Sorry.”
“Shh, don’t be sorry. You must be feeling pretty bad,” sympathy and worry covers Steve’s words, making the older man’s chest aches. Fuck he wants his husband. He wants Steve, and Eggnog, and he wants to lay down with them and sleep off whatever bug he's caught.
“Yeah, I guess. Think I have a fever,” he shrugs, forgetting Steve can’t see him.
As he talks, a couple of people in their mid twenties walk up, grinning. Zack’s up instantly, ready to step in. Eddie looks up, frowning.
“Hey guys, I’m uh, I’m on the phone, if you don’t mind.” He always feels like a jackass for telling people he can’t take photos or talk, but today he can’t be bothered, not when he feels like death warmed over.
“Oh, sorry man. Honestly we didn’t see, we’ll leave you to it.”
Deflating, grateful they’re cool enough to drop it, the long haired man talks with Steve until he starts feeling his eyes shut.
“Steve, M’gonna try and take a nap,” he mumbles, coughing into his shoulder. “I love you and miss you so so much.”
“Get some sleep baby. Hopefully you’ll board soon and then you can get to an actual hotel. Call me when you land. Love you too.”
The second he hangs up, the fans are back. So much for being cool. Blinking, Eddie turns to look at them again before standing- might as well just take the damn photo and get it done with. He doesn’t feel like having a story of him being an asshole begin to circulate everywhere. He feels lightheaded once he’s upright, but he pushes the feeling away.
“Sorry, we’re big fans, saw you last night! We just wanted to get a photo.”
“Right, yeah. Do you want me to grab the other guys?”
“Just you is fine, if that okay? They look kind of into whatever they’re playing.”
Nodding, the guitarist calls Zack over to snap a photo, who looks more than a little annoyed. Eddie’s aware it’s not because he’s asking for the bodyguard to take it, it’s the fact the photo’s being taken at all. As they all get closer, Eddie grimaces.
“Just a heads up, I’m kind of sick, so sorry if I spread my germs or whatever,” he says guiltily, putting an arm around one of the guys shoulders.
They take a photo and Eddie signs one of the girls shirts that happens to be an old Corroded Coffin one. That’s pretty cool, he has to admit. When they leave, he sits back down, rubbing his face. Six more shows and he’s home.
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Platonic Stobin Month
(Prompt list by @lesbianancyy)
Part 2
Protect (Robin)
Robin got up and walked over to the door of the elevator. "If there really are Russians on the other side, I've got your back Steve."
"I'll protect you Robin." Steve responded.
"You don't need to. I got this." Robin started pressing buttons and looking around for another exit.
"You remember at Family Video when you thought there was a ghost?"
Family Video (Steve)
"I didn't think there was a ghost!" Robin laughed.
"It did creep me out when the Phoebe Cates from Fast Times cardboard cut out was following me!"
"The scene at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, I used to haunt you til you asked Vickie out on a date." Steve reminisced.
"I still can't believe you pranked me like that, do you know how stupid I looked asking Keith to get rid of that thing?"
"It was funny!" Steve laughed.
Upside Down (Robin)
"Steve! It's not funny when you have nightmares, where you're stuck in the Upside Down, but Phoebe Cates turns into Vecna!"
Nightmare (Steve)
"That actually makes it funnier." Steve laughed. "I don't think we'll ever stop having nightmares about the upside down, but we both know being there with Phoebe would not be the worst thing."
"That's true." Robin smiled.
"Do you remember after everything when we all went to the beach for our free day?"
Free Day (Robin)
"Yeah, that was fun. We played volleyball and the winner got to pick the movie. It was me, you, Nance and Eds, but you tried to trick me into swapping Eddie for Nancy."
"You wouldn't go for the trade and kept Nancy on your team." Steve shrugged.
"It was good I did, without her we might not have got to watch Gremlins."
Vampires (Steve)
"I think we had to go to the beach to prove to you that Munson wasn't a Vampire after the Upside Down."
"Well he was bitten by demobats, it was vampire or rabies and I didn't want to take my chances!" Robin replied.
"I still remember you threw garlic bread at him yelling 'VAMPIRE'" Steve affectionately mocked his best friend's silly behaviour.
"It was a test to see if he was a vampire."
"A test?"
"Yes, a test that he clearly failed by screaming at the garlic bread I threw at him." Robin and Steve laughed.
D&D (Robin)
"You remember when he taught us how to play D&D?" Robin smiled. "He really got into being Dungeon Master."
"Taught Henderson everything he knew so he could take over after graduation." Steve remembered proudly.
Wedding Guests/Crashers (Steve)
After a while, the elevator operators came and got Steve and Robin out safely.
"Is it bad that, it was a lot more fun when we had to climb out the one at Starcourt Mall?" Steve groaned.
"Come on dingus, can't be late for the wedding!" Robin grabbed Steve's hand and they ran.
"Henderson?" Steve asked as he burst open the doors in the middle of someone else's wedding ceremony. Everyone looked very annoyed at them and Robin ran out laughing. Steve looked confused.
"Henderson wedding is the next room." The minister answered seriously.
"I'm so sorry, congrats by the way, I-" Robin then dragged Steve back out, before he rambled like she usually did.
Picnic (Robin)
A few weeks later, Robin and Steve sat on a bench in a forest. Steve's daughters running around playing, while those two were eating sandwiches and catching up.
"I still can't believe Dustin and Suzie are actually married." Robin smiled.
"It was even better when we got to the right wedding. Late, but I think they understood."
"Sure." Robin sighed. "It's weird everyone's getting married now, even Tommy."
"I remember you stopped him from beating me up. That was awesome, you're awesome! I wish we'd been real friends in high school."
"Me too but at least after Scoops Ahoy, we were like friends for life." Robin reassured Steve, making him smile.
1983 (Steve)
Steve was at the gas station, his face rightfully beaten up by Jonathan. He looked at Tommy and Carol and started to defend Nancy. They didn't notice Robin watching them, after leaving the store with a bag full of snacks.
"You know neither of you ever cared about her. You never even liked her, because she's not miserable like you two. She actually cares about other people."
"The slut with a heart of a gold." Carol gave a cold hearted response.
"I told you to watch your mouth!" Steve yelled back at her.
"Hey!" Tommy pushed Steve against the car. Robin didn't know why watching this made her so angry, thinking Nancy Wheeler was a priss and Steve was a bully. Robin couldn't stay quiet any longer.
"Can you two losers back off?" Robin yelled. Tommy backed away from Steve, both him and Carol turning their attention towards Robin, laughing like hyenas.
After seeing King Steve the Hair Harrington risk his reputation, standing up to the bullies, made Robin feel braver. "What are you gonna do about it?" Tommy got uncomfortably close to Robin's face, as she spat in his face. Tommy shoved Robin.
"Let's go!" Steve yelled, as Robin ran into the car. Steve drove away, they saw Tommy and Carol yelling at them as he kept on driving.
"I need to go to band practise, but if you can drop me off wherever we won't get chased by those two idiots, I'd really appreciate that!" Robin panted.
"No, I owe you, I'll drop you off at school. Thank you for saving me back there, I'll drop you off, then I need to talk to Nancy."
"Good luck." Robin smiled then got out of the car as Steve dropped her off outside the school. "Thanks for the ride."
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so 1x06 starts with the crew gathered on deck illuminated by the soft glow of lantern light rolling their eyes and calling bullshit on stede and 25 mins later there they are back on deck together under the lantern light but this time the crew is cheering stede on. i just think it’s neat
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please please please let pete have a moment of validation in s2. like please let him have a moment where he’s not even trying to do anything heroic or impressive but he saves ed’s hide anyway and later ed gives him some compliment and pete loses his everloving MIND. only. only to realize that he didn’t even do anything special didn’t have a plan to impress blackbeard just did what needed to be done. huh maybe i don’t have to be the most adventurous or strongest or smartest to be seen. maybe being myself is enough
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old desk, new tricks
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OFMD Kinktober 2022 Prompt 4: Desk Sex/Dirty Talk
Stede buys a new desk. What should they do with it?
Part of Series Our Flag Means Stupid Bad Sex: For Kinktober 2022, my attempt to portray each kink prompt in the most unsexy manner possible. If anything in here manages to turn you on, you are a special snowflake and I salute you on your unique life path.
There comes a time in every man's life when he needs to replace his cabin desk with an even larger, more expensive desk.
It's nothing personal, Stede tells his old desk, the one he'd originally gotten to replace his even more original desk, which Ed had unreasonably thrown into the ocean despite being completely unprovoked.
He doesn't literally tell his desk that, because Stede doesn't talk to furniture, unlike some people.
"Here you are, big girl!" Ed says to Stede's New Desk as he carries it into the room with the help of Wee John and Frenchie.
"Don't feel bad, old desk, just think of it as a promotion!" Frenchie attempts to soothe Old Desk's hurt feelings.
"It can't hear you, it doesn't have ears!" Stede says bitchily as they advance towards him.
"Where do you want it, love?" Ed huffs.
"Exactly the same place as the old one, please!" Stede points his hand to where the old desk is still sitting, because no one thought to move it ahead of time, because everyone on the Revenge is a stupid fucking dork.
The men set the desk down and Ed ponders for a minute. There isn't any room to move Old Desk out with New Desk already in the room, they won't fit next to each other. But he has an idea.
"What if we pick the old desk up and lift it over the new desk and out the door?"
Stede smiles his stupid fucking dork smile that makes Ed want to ride his crotch like Yoshi on Rainbow Road.
"That's brilliant, Ed!" Stede truly and honestly believes that every idea Ed has ever had is brilliant, unless the idea doesn't work out, in which case Stede truly and honestly always knew it wouldn't work.
And so the four of them each grab a leg of Old Desk and hoist it up, lifting it over New Desk. It goes great.
For about four seconds. When the desk has completed half of its journey, Frenchie and Stede both feel their muscles giving out and once and set their end down on the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing, we're lifting that!" Ed protests. Two of the Old Desk's legs are on the floor, the rest of the desk leaning on top New Desk.
"These hands aren't made for labor," Frenchie says, holding his hands up, then looking at Stede like, 'what's your excuse?'
But that was going to be Stede's excuse, and now he doesn't have one, so he crosses his arms and huffs, blowing a blond curl out of his face.
"You know," Wee John says, standing back against the window, "They kinda look like they're fuckin' like that."
Ed starts laughing and Stede glares at him again, but secretly Stede thinks that Wee John is right, they do look like they're fucking. They look like a smaller panda going at it on a larger panda. Only pandas don't do it like that, they don't really have much sex at all, and Stede feels just awful about that and wishes he could somehow help, like maybe he could talk to the pandas, only he knows that pandas are deaf and couldn't hear him.
He sighs. "Well, what do we do now?"
Ed gets that look in his eye, that now-I'm-fucking-with-you-Stede-the-love-of-my-life-who-I-harass-and-don't-deserve look that he gets, the look Stede married him for.
"Come on, man, look at those arms. You're like a... a sexy rectangle. You can lift that end all on your own, can't you?"
"No Ed, I can't. These guns are just for show."
"Bet."
"What does that mean?"
"I bet you can! You take that end, I'll take this one." And that's when the grunting starts.
Frenchie and Wee John know better than the interfere when there's grunting, they weren't born yesterday. They don't know when they were born, but they can remember before yesterday so it wasn't then.
Frenchie nudges John with his elbow.
"Kinda hot, yeah?"
"The captains, or the desks?"
"The desks, the captains are stupid fucking dorks, you know that."
"What do you think the desks are saying to each other?"
The words "...arms I married you for..." come floating towards them as Stede attempts to lift his end of the desk, which sets it in a nice, rhythmic, rocking motion.
Frenchie thinks for a moment.
"Oh New Desk, you fucking like that, don't you? You fucking filthy whore desk. Taste my morning wood."
Wee John affects an even lower voice than normal.
"Give it to me, Old Desk, fuck me in the desk-hole like it's your last day on earth, you filthy wooden shit."
"I'll fuck the... the sap... right out of you, New Desk. You won't have any sap left after this!"
"Guys, that isn't how desks work! What's a desk hole, anyway?" Stede whines.
"Focus, mate! Lift with your sexy little legs!" Ed replies.
"Oh Old Desk, I wish we could be together. I wish this consensual sexual encounter between two large pieces of furniture would last forever!"
"Me too, New Desk, but you know me. You know my Old Desk ways. I'm a loner, New Desk. A rebel."
"If you two don't stop that, I'm going to find whoever is in charge of lowering your salary and politely ask them to do it," Stede says red-faced as he finally gets his end of Old Desk into the air.
"You're doing it, mate, look at those muscles go!" Ed laughs as they shimmy their way towards the door before setting it down.
Frenchie scratches the back of his head.
"Hey, captain? What were you going to do with Old Desk?"
Stede shrugs. "Throw it in the ocean, invite Calico Jack over to shoot it with a cannon, the ush. Why, do you want it?"
Frenchie looks at Wee John and shrugs.
"It's just... I'm feelin' kind of an attachment to it now, you know? It's been a big part of my life for the last ten minutes or so." Wee John nods in agreement.
"Where would you put it? What would you even do with it?"
Wee John cuts in. "We could put it in the hold!"
"And we could... pretend to write stuff, on it? Just to feel cool? Or we could draw."
Stede shrugs. "Ask whoever is in charge of deciding what goes in the hold."
"I don't know who that is."
Ed shrugs as well. "Make Izzy do it."
Frenchie's shoulders fall. "Izzy never lets us to anything fun in the hold, he's always busy down there."
"Okay, okay, just tell him I said you could do it!" Stede snaps. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to put New Desk to the test."
Ed wiggles his eyebrows up and down. "Have you tested it for... sturdiness?"
Stede waves his hand. "No, that's later on the schedule. First we're testing proper chair-to-desk ratio, writability with one sheet of parchment, writability with multiple sheets of parchment, ability to maintain quill verticality, and then..." his voice trails off as Wee John and Frenchie move their new desk to the hold.
They spend a good ten minutes excitedly hanging around the desk before they get bored with it forever, which is good news, because any longer and Izzy think he might have thrown his back out if he had to lay there under Swede any longer.
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I hear ur bored? FMK Stede Ed Izzy 👀
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i love u endlesslyyyy
ok well. this has some implications. on the one hand stede would be terrible at sex with me, a mostly-woman, but he would also be pretty bad at marriage with me, a mostly-woman who cannot fucking stand the open ocean. but also i'm ace so. maybe terrible sex would be the same as good sex, you know? and i don't want to kill stede. hm.
and then ed. canonically excellent lay. wants to be married so bad it makes him look stupid. but not to me, obviously.
ok straight up i'm killing izzy because doing either of the other things with him terrifies me. i love u izzy i do but ur already dead so i'm not making much of an impact
SO THAT MEANS?????? what does that mean
fuck ed marry stede kill izzy??? I GUESS?
#[insert i guess shrug meme here]#answered#pegasusdrawnchariots#this made me laugh so much thank u p <3#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#<for the izzy comment
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“To play soccer!” Ed wasn’t happy with how his voice raised with Stede’s, “To win a championship, ideally! Something I hear hasn’t been done since the team started!”
“And you do that by torturing them!?”
“Oh my god,” Ed quieted, “I’m their coach and it’s my job to train players well, like Alma, so they can do well. You have a problem with that?”
“I do—”
“Then why not have someone else do it!?” Ed forced his voice even lower, “Why don’t you invite your boyfriend to do it, if I’m so inadequate?”
Unrighteous fury wailed inside Stede. How could Ed not only unleash hell on his child, but to insinuate anything about his relationship with Sam. No matter how Stede felt about it himself, Ed had no right— he had absolutely no reason—
Did he? Stede’s gut churned with guilt at the memory of all the messages back and forth with the other.
Another punch to Stede’s ego: he let his attraction to Ed get in the way of his duty. Firstly, he had to watch out for Alma and the team. Secondly, he had told Sam that being involved with the coach wasn’t a good idea—
Sam— Stede couldn’t even let himself think about that, shame weighing heavy on his heart. He let himself be fooled, ensnared in some affection that he held for Ed. It was stupid, it was naive—
He promised himself that he would do better the second time around. Sam was— well, he wasn’t exactly married to Sam, but they were partners. Stede made a commitment to being with him, didn’t he? On top of his responsibility to Alma, he had a responsibility to Sam, right?
It wasn’t like Stede was nearly ready to pop the question; within months of being with Doug, Mary knew that he was The One. She said it was second-nature, that it was instinct. Doug matched her in the best ways, but challenged her to be better.
Sam, well, he—
Sam didn’t make Stede feel that way.
Sam made Stede feel small, in some ways. It wasn’t like Doug and Mary, or— or Lucius and Pete. And there was a tiny, growing thought that maybe Stede could have that with Ed. That texting about Lord of the Rings and giggling over coffee together was the start of something worthwhile.
There was that balloon again — hope that inflated and inflated until it popped. The world felt like it was crashing down around him as he frowned even more so at Ed, “What makes you think you know anything about my relationship?”
“Is that what this is really about, Stede?” And that hurt. Ed didn’t even know Stede that well — hadn’t spent time with him outside of the team. But he could read Stede — like his own copy of The Fellowship of the Ring — Ed jotted his own notes in the margins of Stede Bonnet, Team Dad. Little annotations to keep his mind fresh about this new person in his life.
“What?” Stede crossed his arms, “No— this is about you being— you—”
“Me, what?” Ed wasn’t amused, he was angry. He looked like he wanted to hurl a lot more at Stede than he was at present. To match Stede’s energy and then some.
Because it hurt, of course it hurt. Ed had dealt with a lot more than this. He had dealt with broken bones and vitriolic words and anger during his pro years. Homophobia and degradation and tears. He had so much more under his belt in terms of pain and hate and bullshit, but—
But none of that came from someone he cared about. Not like how he learned to care about Stede in such a short amount of time. None of it hurt that bad because Stede was turning into something special, but only for a moment. Only for that hope to 180 by way of searing, angry words on the grassy sidelines.
“You being a bloody tyrant on the field!” Stede stuck a hand out towards the players, “You’re pushing them too hard and it’s not fair to them! They could get hurt!”
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Hey mike if you ever see this, it’s sasha. I just really need a hug from someone. Would you give me a hug if i saw you in person? would you let me hug you? Do you ever think about me? Do you feel better already? I don’t feel better yet, how did you feel better? The crappiest part of all this is how many regrets i have. If i had stayed clean that first July we dated, if I had a therapist sooner, if I had known i had borderline and knew how to work on it, if i could see what’s happened 3 years later, if i had been smart enough to change before you left me. Is this even ok to say to you? Is this weird and stuff now that we’re becoming strangers again? That last sentence made my eyes well up with tears and my cheeks feel a million degrees. Strangers. No no no no no!!! Please, no. Why did i have to mess this up? Why didn’t i do a better job? Why am i the way that i am? Why do i always change, learn, and realize everything too late? Will that ever stop happening me? I just want a hug. I don’t know. I can’t sleep at night a lot and i do my best not to login to icloud and look at all the pictures of the past 3 years, but sometimes i do. I guess what i want is a do-over. I want another go. I want to do better this time!!! As much as i want(ed) you to take me back, or to say that you love me, or to lay down together and share everything again, that’s not what I want. I don’t want our past. I don’t want everything thats happened. I’m sure you don’t either, good god. I really messed this up. My heart is so broken, i frickin broke it myself. I fell so stupid in love with you so fast and you were everything I had never even dreamed i could have. First, you’re handsome, you have a loving family, a big one I wanted to become a part of, you have empathy, you are sensitive, you made me feel loved for the first time in my life I feel like. You gave your heart to me and I gave you mine. Me. Me. Me me me me me me. That’s where everything always goes wrong. I met you, we clicked, I tried to hide my addiction, and I will never forget that day you sat down with me and told me you knew, and that it was okay, that I could get better, that you wanted to help me get better. You didn’t see me as a junkie, a nobody, a loser, a monster, the way people oftentimes see addicts, and the way I see myself. How the fuck did i mess this up? That was a once in a lifetime thing, and I fucked it all up. I miss you a lot. I wish I could go back. I wish everything could be different, but it can’t be, and now it’s over. I wonder how long it will take for my heart to heal. Is yours healed? Do you still love me? I just miss us. The good version of us. I never deserved that chance I got with you. Sometimes I try to tell myself that you were an asshole, or that you didn’t treat me right, or that you’re entitled and spoiled and insensntive and selfish, just to see if that narrative would hurt any less, and it doesn’t, and it’s not accurate. I lost someone loving, and someone beautiful. I lost them. I lost them. I lost them. I lost him. I lost you. I wish i could make a time machine and go back. My fucking soul hurts. I already hurt a lot, and I hurt before I met you, and it’s like no matter what I just cause myself more and more and more and more and more and more hurt. Please make it stop hurting. please just give me a hug. I’m really sorry, i’m doing my best to be better and to try and never miss out on love again, because i really need it. I will always remember you, and i will always miss you, and i hope that one day I can forgive myself for all this mess. I’m really happy you’re doing well again. I’m so sorry i took that, and so much more away from you. I was sick, or I am sick, and i just didn’t mean to. I wanted us to be forever and get married and I wanted you to come to my college graduation and I wanted to have beautiful babies with you and have our headstones side by side and truly be forever with you. I just never ever meant to do bad, but it seems like i do it a lot. I’m doing a little better now, sober and in therapy and stuff, and i just wanna be able
to forgive myself. I don’t know if i will ever get there. Do you forgive me? you told me you did a few times as I sobbed and you left, you said you weren’t mad at me and that you forgave me. Is that true? how do i forgive myself? I just really need a hug. i just really need a hug
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Hi. I love your work it's super hilarious and always makes me smile no matter the bad I had. I know you mostly only do bat family only. But I really love the BuzzFeed unsolved segment you did with Batman villains. Would it be alright to ask if you could do more of that?
Again love your blog. It's so refreshing.
"Hello and welcome to another season of Buzzfeed Unsolved. Today we'll be covering the enigmatic case of the Riddler."
"I see what you did there, Ryan."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Yeah, I love a good wordplay."
"It's a double wordplay, actually, since his true identity—as we'll dive into—is Ed Nygma."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"That's a stupid name."
*wheeze*
~
Shane: "I'd love to sit down for a dinner with Poison Ivy."
Ryan: "Except she could strangle you with her plants."
"She seems like a decent lady."
"She's an eco-terrorist!"
"But she's got a good point."
~
"—and that's when Roman Sionis became the notorious crime boss Black Mask."
"Wait, so he fused a mask to his face?"
"Pretty much. Kinda gross when you think about it."
"I can imagine. Like, you know when you were a kid and you'd cover your head in saran wrap and try to melt it on with a hair dryer?"
"No?"
"You didn't try to encase your head in plastic when you were a kid? That was a whole thing at my school."
"The fuck kind of school did you go to?"
"You didn't do that?"
"Why the hell would I do that?!"
~
"Harleen, known for her genius-level IQ, got her PhD in psychiatry at Gotham State University."
"But Gotham's not a state."
*wheeze* "I mean, it's so cut-off it might as well be."
"Also, if my math's right, that means she went to school with Bruce Wayne."
"What are you implying?"
"You know how college is."
"So you think Bruce Wayne and Harley Quinn were—"
"Smashing pumpkins?"
"... Sure. Let's go with that."
~
Shane: "If I was Mr. Freeze, I'd give up evil and just drive an ice cream truck."
Ryan: "No offense, but you'd be the stranger danger that parents tell their kids about."
"You don't want my ice cream? My evil Arctic laser ray sundaes?"
"Actually when you put it like that it sounds pretty good."
~
"Here we are in the Joker's abandoned theme park. I'm gonna turn on my spirit box and see if we can pick something up."
"I thought he was alive."
"Depends on your canon."
~
Shane: "Fuck, marry, kill: Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Man-Bat."
Ryan: "Kill Man-Bat and uh... fuck Two-Face and marry the Hatter."
"Interesting. Care to explain?"
"Well, Man-Bat's, like, an animal, right? Or at least part animal. And I'm not into the furry stuff anymore, so—"
"Anymore?"
"It was an experimental phase."
"Sure. A 'phase'."
"It was!"
"Don't worry Ryan, your secret's safe with me." *winks*
"I'm not—" *takes a deep breath* "Anyway, so kill Man-Bat. Then I'd have a one-night with Two-Face 'cause I think his two halves can get creative, you know?"
"Why're you asking me if I know? Do I look like I know him?"
"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised at this point."
"And then I'd marry the Hatter 'cause Batman's gonna send him back to Arkham in like a week anyway so I'll be free."
~
"Welcome back to Buzzfeed Unsolved: Postmortem, a show where we answer your most pressing questions about the latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, which was Red Hood. All the questions we have today are from our Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and directly on the video on BUN."
"Our first question comes from user@jasontoddsnotdead on Twitter: Is it possible that Red Hood was actually a former protogé of Batman who felt he was let down because Batman won't do what's needed?"
*Shane and Ryan glance at each other*
Both, in unison: "Nah."
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Ryan: "Our next fan art comes from @robin4 on Instagram. It's basically the Ghoul Boys as a vigilante duo."
Shane: "Would you ever become a vigilante, 'cause I wouldn't."
"Sure. Just not in Gotham."
~
"The Hotdaga's coming to Gotham City, and this time, they're facing off against the evil Condiment King."
"That's not a real villain."
"It is."
"I don't believe you. It's too over-the-top even for Gotham."
"Well, you better believe it, 'cause we even got a special performance from Catwoman herself."
"Why did I agree to this show?"
#ask#batfam#batfamily#batclan#batman family#gotham rogues#gotham city sirens#dc comics#crossover#tw food mention#tw swearing#tw death mention#tw sex mention
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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4
Masterlist // child reader ML //
Sapnap x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??
Quackity was telling you all of his plans
He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap
It sounded great
He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building
But then he left
Just like everyone else
But that was fine! You were just with sapnap
Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library
He had a library?
“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”
You looked at him weirdly
Who the fuck was [redacted]
“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”
He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books
“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”
You had found his time travel books
Woops
That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands
“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”
You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough
So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut
But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better
So you stuck around
Maybe you needed this, this new start
Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long
Karl started forgetting
At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names
But eventually he was going away longer and longer
He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you
One day he didn’t call you by your name at all
You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George
Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug
It’s been two months since you’ve seen him
You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure
He loved it
But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him
Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”
But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug
“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”
You were ready to cry
“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”
So you left and ran into the library
Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them
The same 8 books you shrugged away
You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals
You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy
The more you read the worse it got
What were you gonna tell Sapnap?
Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?
And why couldn’t he stop
It’s no use anymore
You were simply just forgotten
𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬
The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got
Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass
But somehow you always end up here
You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep
The inside looked great to say the least
“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”
“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”
“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”
You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks
“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”
You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down
It was like a ticking time bomb
The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge
He just stared at you
That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room
So you had to look into his face
Lets just say he looks good in Orange
“Barrier up or down?” “Down”
He backed up into the corner as you stepped in
Smiling
Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown
“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?
“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”
He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips
“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”
Yeah he just laughed
“I’ve missed you Hot shot”
“You ruined our damn life!”
Someone went quiet
“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”
You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.
Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur
“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “
You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava
“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”
You might have felt a little bad after leaving him
The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there
“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”
What were you doing here
What were you planning on saying?
“So, what do you do in prison”
“I have a clock.”
You got up to go look at the pretty clock
Then threw it at his face
“Ow” “deal with it bitch”
The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got
so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye
“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”
He wanted his best friends
But he just got the annoying teenager
Oh but that wouldn’t be the last
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬
You got a letter in the mail one day
Who the hell uses letters??
You were shocked to see the address and the small post card
“Come around some time”-Quackity
Ans on the back it had the cords
Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl
and well Karl didn’t even know you
So you set off
It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area
The large sign blaring in the red text
You gotta admit the place looked beautiful
There was a giant dick and different shops
You were shocked to see this random un human like guy
“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”
Yeah totally not slime
“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing
“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”
Maybe when you had hand sanitizer
“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”
You were skeptical but followed anyways
Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy
“Furry?” “Fire shit?”
You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur
“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”
You were confused then just let him be
You walked to the entry way of the place
A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch
“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”
Going to?
You shrugged it off following inside
You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him
Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment
So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug
You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance
That beanie stayed the same tho
Thank god
“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”
The casino looked great to say the least
Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side
Slot machines were going off every minute
“Have a chip, something to remember this by”
He handed you a red poker chip
It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile
Creepy and dopey.. sick!
So you put it around a spare silver chain
“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”
You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop
“No” “why not” “keep walking”
On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing
“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”
You and revivebur just stared at one another
“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“
You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur
Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head
You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago
Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders
“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”
“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”
You back away holding your hands up
“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”
You obviously muttered the last part
Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??
When did Tommy even die??
Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder
𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could
So he brought you over to his office
“So kid, how’s your dad..”
Ah you expected this question
“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”
He looked at you with wide eyes
“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”
You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation
“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”
You thought about it for a second
You have two options
1. Live in shroom town with bubbles
2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity
You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind
I mean would he even care?
He hasn’t for the past couple months!
“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”
You thought about it for a sec
“Alright hand me a contract”
So you signed
Making deals with the devil huh
Little did you know it would cost you your life
Devils little soul
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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!
As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)
For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)
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