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Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.
He has...a strange request.
He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.
She's glad she did.
"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."
Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.
"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"
Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.
"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."
With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.
She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.
Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.
Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#she builds him a superb grave#and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can#the paper also had his birthdate and deathdate#she doesn't know who clockwork is but she's heard phantom talk highly of him#so she trusts that this clockwork fellow wasn't joking around#she also makes it a point to take phantom for ice cream or other treats now that she knows he died so young#she keeps her word#she doesn't contact the fentons#she doesn't look into them#she's not bruce and she knows how to respect a boundary
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is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?
#This was prompted by a specific thing but it is also about dozens and dozens of things#Former Prime Queue-sector of the Trust
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DP x DC Prompt #16
When Hal had asked him which town he protected, Danny was more than happy to tell him, "Amity Park!" When Hal asked Danny where it was, Danny hadn't thought the response, "At this moment? Or where it was last week?" would've caused such chaos in the meeting.
Danny knew not everyone's town traveled across the country, but he didn't think it was odd enough to warrant this kind of reaction.
#finemeal prompt#dp x dc#danny fenton#justice league#hal jordon#amity park#amity park moves around#ya know how a lot of people put amity park in different states?#this is my “in universe” reason for it#like amity park just moves from city to city#just living its best life#one day you go to bed in Minnesota#and wake up in California#just another day in the life of Amity Parkers#they're used to it#don't ask me how this works practically#it just works#trust me
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Babysitting duty calls, Klarion
It another world threatening battle for the justice league, young justice against the league of Villains and chaos children before most of the chaos children froze as if they sense something bad was approaching and immediately dipped out.. except klarion whom was fighting with raven who immediately froze up too late in front of the portal.
Only for a green portal to appear, as a worned out floating glowing green, but blue skinned teenage boy who turn into a man with red eyes, a clock staff in hand and a glowing white hair baby in a baby carrier.
Klarion is literally struggling like a feral cat who got wet in cold water against some invisible force speaking in some odd static like language before giving up after half a minute when the man spoke back with a short word.
The man now just shape-shifting into turn elderly just gave klarion the baby carrier before noticing how the heroes and villains have stop in mid battles looking at both klarion and him.
"All in soon time, but be warn Flashes whom break the laws of times will get their due if you keep messing with the past and future." Spoken the elderly now shape-shifted into a young boy before he turn back to klarion leaving him a note and glowing baby bag before floating back into the swirling green portal.
Klarion could only look at note with his eye twitching, Teekl meowing as she climb into the baby carrier purring around the glowing baby.
"Why do I keep getting babysitting duty, it so unfa-..." klarion grumbled as he pick up the baby carrier and bag teleporting away..
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"What just happened?" Said Dick whom only one question would be put on hold til later in the watchtower of what just happen before the fight resuming with the young and original justice league winning since the league of Villains were distracted.
#dp x dc crossover#danny is the ghost king#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#dc x dp prompt#de aged danny#klarion the witch boy#klarion doesn't want babysitting duty after the last time#sadly he unable to avoid his fate in time#clockwork is a overworked tired papa who want a break from raising his de-aged balance of world godling who just got reborn after his death#he just want a break and a nap but he don't trust the observants for nothing after the supposedly last incident that will never come in time#the chaos children don't want babysitting duty again and avoid it like the plague#klarion is secretly a softie toward this lil being of balance but he has a reputation to hold that got shattered instantly#after Danny's death of old age then he become godling of balance of the infinite realms but he need to be raise to control his powers#whoms better to babysit the godling of balance then the chaos children who can have to cause chaos to keep the balance in check#chaos is keep balance in check while balance keep chaos from spreading depending on the luck#clockwork picks klarion as the best stable babysitter after viewing potential futures if he were to choose the other chaos children instead#clockwork is the big badass time god and the chaos children respect but mostly fear him#young justice#justice league
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That's our baby hero
Protective Amity Park Au but maybe not like you would think?
Danny's identity wasn't as hidden as Sam, Tucker, Jazz and him thought. His identity was an open secret, in fact his whole town knew that Danny was their hero Phantom, well everyone but his oblivious parents but they were a case of their own. The thing was his entire town knew about his oh so big secret identity and that he was the one trying to save them from ghosts 90% of the time as well as from his own parents crazy inventions at times.
Dash shoving him into lockers like a bully? Danny didn't look good and Dash tried in crude ways to give him reasons to skip classes to rest. It also later was a good move to hide him from snoopy government agents also known as the Guys in White or GIW for short. Really his bullying played perfectly into him finding creative ways to get Danny to skip classes for rest.
Valerie hunting him and other ghosts? Well she was hunting him in the very beginning, but then it became an attempt to make him stop fighting the ghosts on their behalf but in the end it turned into her trying her best to be the support to him that Sam and Tucker couldn't be in a fight. Let alone taking 'night shifts' from him so Danny could get at least a good nights rest every now and then.
Sam's parents the Mansons? Sure they didn't like him that much from the start anyway but most of their anger later stemmed from the danger their daughter was willingly get into to help their reckless teenhero that shouldn't be a hero at his age anyway. Let alone shoulder the responsible for their entire town at the age of 14.
Tuckers parents? They were glad any time Danny stayed over with their son, even attempting to subtitle convince the boys to have more sleepovers at their home. Surely being a hero with ghost powers and living in a house of ghost hunting parents wasn't easy on Danny. They were glad that they could give him some peace at their home. They willingly ignored it when Danny showed up late night in Tuckers room, getting patched up by their son.
The entire town apparently hating him with all these negative newspapers and comments? All fake in a desperate attempt to get the 14 years old teenager with a bad sleeping schedule and powers to stop risking his damned life, half-life. Surely if they appeared not thankful the kid would get the hint and stop playing hero. Like seriously he was a kid! Who's bright idea was it to let a kid fight these dangerous appearing ghosts?! Oh right the poor kids parents were incompetent when it came to ghost hunting and it wasn't like they could just up and do it without destroying the kids confidence. Plus the GIW were no help either.
Vlad becoming Mayor was not exactly their plan but they thought maybe they could use that as some help to convince Danny more that he didn't need to play hero for them just because he got powers now. That didn't turn out like they hoped and THAT plan was dismissed quickly. Especially when the GIW showed up. They learned their lesson sort of quickly after that, at least when it came to people from out of Amity did not mean well.
Lancer, at first when Danny first showed up as Phantom, had attempted to get into contact with the Justice League several times, so that Danny would actually get the professional help he needed and get some sleep at night as well as the time he needed for his schooling so that heroing wouldn't be the only career path he would be forced into. The additional point of getting the kid training too for his powers was also very tempting, there are only so many chemical breakers they could allow the him to break before they HAD to sort of ban him from touching them again.
But when the GIW appeared in their town they stopped trying to reach the Justice League. Suspecting that that was the answer they sent in regards to their SOS calls. Amity Parks protectiveness over their teenheroes that sacrificed to much skyrocketed. They started to sabotage the Agents subtitle. Always working within the limits of the orders and finding the loop holes.
"Oh but we did comply, not our fault that you guys tripped and let Phantom escape."
"Wupp, sorry I got that from the Fentons for self defence, but it looks like I need to work on my aim."
"I am so sorry, my car is stuck! See my tire is popped I can't get out of your vans way."
The fact that Amity Parks weather report was more a report on the ghosts, the Fenton parents and the GIW was all a tactic for them all to keep each other informed so they could execute any step to ensure their -by now- towns sweethearts safety. Even if they still tried to turn the poor kid away from being a hero with all the unnecessary mean comments and articles.
So when one day a hero from the Justice League showed up it was predictable that they all were suspicious of it. Even more so when that hero came with a bunch of teenage heroes. Apparently they were here to investigate a bunch of ignored calls one of the teenheroes found in their call logs. Some of the adults eyed Lancer who in turn was glaring at the heroes fessed up, he hadn't attempted to call them ever since they decided to sent the GIW into their town. Which apparently was more of a cover as these heroes showed an interest in the Fentons research of Ectoplasm pretty quickly.
Well now Batman and his flock of bats and birds were confronted with a very unhappy town that was apparently very protective of their hero and 'accidentally' continued to manage to block them from making contact with said teenhero. And who where these Guys in white suits that tried to suck it up to Batman? Better question why was the entire town suddenly hostile towards them when they started to look into the Fenton Family that had a connection to Lazarus Water?
Meanwhile Danny is confused by his towns newfound favouritism towards Batman and his entourage and how whenever he went to find out what was that about everyone seems to deflect. Even Sam, Tucker and Jazz were confused by what was going on!
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#bruce wayne#amity park#protective amity park#the town doesn't trust Batman#they don't know what he could want with their teenhero#Batman and his kids are just trying to invetstate something#And Danny is just confused not realising what was going on#Danny's parents are the only ones that don't know about his identity#random late night thoughts#prompt idea#dp x dc prompt#Probably could work as dp alone#but I like the dpxdc crossovers to much to not mention the batfamily
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“When are you coming back?”
“Probably won’t.”
(commission for @deadcaptainn!)
#ty again for trusting me w vague prompts & my poorly done sketches ilyy#the mechanisms#nastya rasputina#the aurora#the mechanisms out#my art#commissions
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this wouldn't leave me alone, so have my thoughts on a steve-centric "who did this to you?" steddie concept inspired by @imfinereallyy (i hope this is okay, even though it's uhhh nothing like what you mentioned)
When Eddie gets to the boathouse, he immediately notices that something is off. The door is cracked open but he can’t hear anyone talking or moving stuff around. No one ever comes here — it’s been his hideout spot since the ripe age of thirteen when he’d had hist first real fight with Wayne.
No one comes here. But now the door is cracked open and Eddie stares at it for a good minute as though that would make it come to life and tell him who’s inside so he won’t have to look and deal with whoever decided to steal his spot. He’s really not in the mood to start any shit today, or to be called all sorts of names — most of which aren’t even half as true as people fear.
His first instinct is to leave, find somewhere else to hide from this miserable world today, when he hears it. The sound of sniffling, followed by wet, heavy breaths.
Oh. It sounds like someone’s crying. In his spot.
Maybe it’s some girl who got her heart broken, some dude who lost the last bit of faith in his family, or some kid who—
Ah, fuck it, he’ll just come back later. Not his problem. Definitely not his problem. And it’s definitely not guilt or worry that gnaw at him as he turns on his heel to leave.
But then there’s a groan. A pained groan. Someone’s in pain, and crying in his spot, and Eddie really shouldn’t make that his problem. He shouldn't. Nopbody cares when he's crying and in pain either! But fuck if he won’t be thinking about it for the rest of his life if he turns his back on whoever it is. Maybe they need help.
They most certainly sound like they do.
With a heavy sigh, Eddie is already at the door before he can think about it too much.
“Hello?” he asks the darkness, and immediately the sniffling stops.
Silence falls, but only for a moment before whoever it is has to draw shaky, wheezing breaths that make Eddie swear under his breath.
“Listen, I know you’re here.” He’s taking slow, deliberate steps, his eyes roaming he mess of boats, tools and tarp he knows so well. “And I’m not trying to start anything. Tell me to go away and I will. But I have a first aid kit in my car and, uh, you sound like maybe you need it.”
There’s no response, but the wheezing breaths turn into whimpers with every second that whoever it is tries very hard not to make any noise, and Eddie’s heart starts to race in his chest. He can feel worry and panic starting to rise. And overshadowing it is an overwhelming sense of dread.
What the fuck is happening?
He tries to be careful but his mind is racing and his limbs are starting to feel like lead. His wary steps become heavy and clumsy, and then he accidentally boots something that makes a terrible, horrible noise, breaking the eerie silence. Eddie cringes and is about to apologise, when finally there is movement in his peripheral vision.
And then he sees him. There, hidden in the shadows between a boat and the far wall, his face breaten and bloodied, his eye swelling around a nasty bruise. Wait, do bruises bleed? Should they look black like that? Is it a cut? Something worse?
Even after years of constant bullying and goading in middle school and high school, he has never actually seen someone look like this. With their face completely smashed in. It makes him freeze for a horrible, horrible moment before he saps out of it.
“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, hurrying over as fast as he can, stumbling over tools and tarp as he does. Something falls to the floor with a loud clunk and it makes the boy flinch again. Eddie curses. “Sorry, shit, sorry!”
He makes it to the boat rather quickly, crouching down in front of the boy a few feet away so as not to spook him, not to crowd him. And then his heart only plummets further, because he knows this one.
Steve Harrington. The boy who’s come to school with many a black eye over the past two years — but never this bad. The boy who’s been looking like the world might be about to end each time he rounded a corner in school; ever since things started happening around Hawkins. Since the Holland girl died and the Byers boy disappeared.
It fascinated Eddie, the way Steve fell from grace. The way he turned quiet, and showed up with healing bruises. There are stories woven around it, because teenagers like to gossip and word spreads fast, and Eddie always listened with rapt attention as Harrington turned into a bit of a myth. A legend. A ghost story.
But fascination is not what he feels right now, seeing Steve like this.
His eyes are unfocused and Eddie knows about the danger of head injuries. He knows about the consequences of blood loss, he knows that Steve will be warm to the touch even though he’s shivering already, and… Fuck!
“Shit, Steve,” he rasps, not daring to speak louder lest he spooks the boy. Of all the reasons he’s had to be afraid of talking to Steve Harrington, this one might be the cruellest. "I..."
He takes in his wounds, his bruised and scraped knuckles where his hands are wrapped around the knees he’s pulled to his chest, and his split lip that he keeps biting.
Eddie swallows before he asks, “Who did this to you?”
But Steve just shakes his head clumsily. Sniffles again, and then his breath comes in wet heaves, and Eddie worries for a moment that he’s going to throw up now.
He doesn’t.
Steve’s just staring. Eddie isn’t even entirely sure he can see him, or maybe he did and then forgot, or maybe he’s fading. Eddie should do something, he should get help, he should—
“Steve,” he says, and dares to touch him when he doesn’t react.
A light touch to the knee shouldn’t make anyone flinch like that, but Steve’s whole body jumps, and then the shivers and the wheezing get worse. It almost sounds like a whimper, and Eddie curses again. Feels like crying now, scared and helpless as he is.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay, I— Jesus, okay.” He swallows hard, trying to think, willing for the panic to subside and a plan to form. “You’re okay. I... I’m gonna, I’m gonna grab the first aid kit. I have it in my car. It’s not, it’s not far. And a blanket. So you'll be warm again. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move, don’t…" He gestures wildly, caught between reaching out and pulling away. "Don’t move.”
Eddie takes a wavering breath and moves to stand on numb, tingly legs, nearly missing Steve’s, “Can’t.” It’s barely more than a whisper, hardly even a wheeze. It’s like he’s just breathing out words because everything else is too much effort.
Right. Right. This is messed up and Eddie’s panicking, but Steve will be okay. Because things like that don’t happen, not here, not today, and not to Steve Harrington.
Except this is Hawkins. Where Will Byers disappeared and Barb Holland died and many people are missing and weird shit just ends up happening everywhere even though they’re all just kids. They’re just kids. And Steve’s not even conscious enough to realise that right now.
Eddie all but runs outside, sprinting to his van with a speed that would make the coach swallow his stupid whistle if gym class only mattered right now. It doesn't. Nothing matters, because Steve is... He's hurt. And there's no one else around to help.
Grabbing the first aid kit, a bottle of water and a thick blanket he always keeps spread out in the back of his van, he makes it back to the boathouse in no time.
He wasn’t even gone for three minutes, but still he sighs in relief when Steve is still awake. He even looks up. Blinks. Frowns in what can only be confusion and makes Eddie's heart fall.
“Munson?”
Fuck, that’s not a good sign. That’s messed up, it’s fucked up, it’s— Focus, Eddie!
“The one and only,” he says, voice shaky and his smile not fooling anyone. He wraps the blanket around Steve, whose eyes are unfocused again, though he tries so hard to blink it away.
Brave boy, stupid boy. Head trauma isn’t blinked away. Though Eddie is inclined to let him try. Maybe he’ll find a way.
“Here.” He hands the bottle over to Steve, who grabs it with clumsy hands. He can hold it, but he can’t get it open — again, not a good sign.
Eddie opens it for him, then turns to his first aid kit. It seemed like a great idea five minutes ago, but he’s petrified now. It’s too dark in here and he can’t really see the wounds, he doesn’t know what to use, what’s in there, he doesn’t, he can’t, he—
The bottle, empty now, is handed back to him, bumping into his hand, tearing him away from his spiralling thoughts.
“Thanks,” Harrington breathes, and there’s a small smile visible in the darkness. Eddie just nods and takes it with hands that are still shaking.
“I wanna help you,” he says, like it isn’t obvious. “But I don’t know how. You gotta tell me where it hurts, Steve.”
A beat. “Everywhere.”
Eddie sags, falling back to sit opposite Steve, frantically rubbing at his face. “Shit.”
“Yeah.” Steve chuckles, but it sounds so wet with tears and pain, Eddie never wants to hear it again. “Thought I could do it.”
He’s talking. That’s a good thing, right? He can’t pass out as long as he’s talking. That’s how that works, isn’t it? So, Eddie asks, “Do what?”
“Doctors told me,” Steve sighs, his voice slow and slurring. “Told me to... to stay out of fights. Stay out of them. Said I had to make sure my head won’t—“
He makes a motion with his fist, and Eddie thinks he’s simulating a punch, disoriented as it is. It makes his heart fall. Is that what happened? Someone beat Steve to a pulp? Again? Just like that?
Eddie is so stuck on that thought, trying to piece together the puzzle, that he almost misses Steve’s mumbled speech.
“Y’know, th— Said I’ll go blind. Or deaf. Or just… die.” He says it to matter-of-factly that Eddie’s heart stops for a second.
What the fuck happened to Steve Harrington? Not just today, no. What happened to him?
What happend to make him look up at Eddie Munson, out of all people, with glistening eyes so endlessly scared, and say, “I don’t wanna die, Munson. I never… I didn’t. With the monsters or the torture. I can't—” A wheeze, a keen, a whimper, and Harringtin pulls at his hair, uncaring that he's making things worse.
Meanwhile, Eddie is stuck on his words. Because what.
“Can’t, can't die now ‘cause Tommy thinks he’s so… He’s… He’s just sad, man. Griev'n' and confused. But Billy’s gone, an'— And now I’ll…”
Steve looks at him now, his eyes shining with tears and something that Eddie’s written poems about and created characters around. This expression, like the world will end. And inspiring as it is, it fucking breaks his heart now.
“They said my brain is hurt, Eddie.”
Eddie swallows the hurt and the fear and the complete overwhelm he's feeling. Steve is telling him things that Eddie doesn't know how to handle.
“You won’t die, Steve,” he says in as gentle a voice as he can muster right now, because that's the only thing he knows.
And he won’t, right? People don’t just die. Not from taking a punch, not when they just graduated high school, not when they’re Steve Harrington. Right?
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” Steve breathes. “That’s good.”
Eddie wants to hug him in that moment. He never knew that this was possible, wanting to hug Steve Harrington, wanting to wrap the blanket around him even tighter and keep him safe and convince him that he won’t die.
And then the rest of what he said catches up with Eddie and leaves anger in its wake.
“Hagan did that to you?”
Steve nods. “Started going off about Billy.”
Eddie’s blood freezes at that name. "Hargrove?”
Another nod, though Steve doesn’t look too happy about moving his head, and he groans quietly. “They were friends. Tommy is angry. Grieving. Con— Confused. He was just saying shit, like it’s my fault. And it is. Kinda. But Tommy’s, he, he’s... Just saying shit. And then he punched me. A lot. And he didn’t stop. And now… is now.”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes dumbly, carefully bandaging the glaring wound at his temple, needing to start somewhere. “Now is now.” His blood is still frozen as he tries very hard not to listen to Steve. Nothing that Harrington says has any right to matter anything to him; they live in two different worlds. If Harrington confesses to murder while severely concussed under Eddie’s watch, then there are no witnesses to drag either of them through the mud for it. Eddie is just gonna forget about it. Or try, anyway. “But you’re… Shit , Steve, you’re really hurt.”
Steve blinks. Pauses. And Eddie thinks he’s lost him. But then, “Yeah. I’m always hurt.”
And that, in this little voice, is like a gut punch. Because Eddie knows something about always hurt. “What?”
“What?”
There is ice in his veins as he asks, “Who’s hurting you, Steve?”
Steve looks at him, opening his mouth once, twice, like he’s about to say something and Eddie holds his breath. But then Steve’s eyes droop and he shrinks in on himself a bit more.
“Jus’ everyone, sometimes. God you don’t… You don’t even know.”
Know what, Harrington? Eddie can barely breathe anymore.
“’M tired, Eddie,” Steve mumbles, closing his eyes. “Don’t wanna hurt anymore.”
“Hey, hey, no!” Eddie reaches out, catching Steve’s head and preventing it from colliding with the floor as he’s slumping and falling over.
And just like that, the panic is back, frantic but determined this time. He’s going to get help; there’s nothing he can do with his lousy first aid kit, not when Steve keeps going in and out of consciousness like that. Not when he can barely see anything or clean the wounds properly.
He’s going to get Steve to a hospital and allow them both to forget this ever happened. Because Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson don’t breathe the same air or share traumatic stories in a boathouse like this.
He’ll get out of Steve’s hair the second the hospital doors close behind him, and get out of whatever trouble someone like Harrington could be in. Eddie doesn’t even want to know. He doesn't want to be part of his ghost story.
But as he’s scooping him up and helping him out of the damned boathouse, clumsily preventing him from stumbling over his own feet or tools or tarp or planks or whatever fucking shit is littering the floor of this godforsaken place, he can hear Steve speaking quietly.
"Where‘re we going?"
And even though a second ago he was determined to take Steve to a hospital, there is only one place on Eddie's mind right now. Only one place he knows where he won't be scared anymore.
"Somewhere safe," he says, tightening his hold on the boy even though his hands are shaking now, too. He looks over his shoulders the moment they're out of the boathouse, stupidly worried that whoever did this to Steve – Hagan, apparently – would still be around, would follow them and do the same shit to Eddie.
"Safe?"
"Safe."
"Okay," Steve sighs, like he believes him. Like he trusts him. Hell, they've never even spoken before, but something inside Eddie breaks at the little sigh, at the way Steve goes slack in his arms. And even more at the little, "Thanks."
If Eddie's eyes are filled with tears and the hands around the wheel are clenched so tight to hide the way they're shaking, then Steve is not conscious enough to comment on it.
(addendum 7 december) onwards to part 2
#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#this is somewhere between s3 and s4 obviously#but also i just re-read the op post and realised that this is nothing like what they wished for so uh. sorry? never trust me with prompts y#who did this to you#hurt steve#steve harrington whump#pre-steddie#sorry op maybe i'll try again and get it right this time but uh. yeah#dio words
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porn link! (anal)
okay anyway im going absolutely FERALLL over this and i just had to share it with u guys asap
this is literally frat!rafe sending snaps to your boyfriend of him fucking you. like the captions??? ITS SOOOO HIM 😣😣😣
#♡₊˚ chatting 🍒・₊#p links ♡#guys u have to watch it#trust me on this one#its soooo shdjddjdjfjf#rafe cameron#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x fem!reader#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x reader
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Prompt:
A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasn’t something Jason thought he’d ever have to worry about.
Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.
Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (“awe, Dickie, you do care”), they’ll try to find a different way (“shut up Bruce. Even you can’t concoct a cure in two hours”) and blame themselves (“fuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!”…. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, they’re gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.
And it’s fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. It’s fine.
Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.
Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (don’t ask him, he doesn’t know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.
Fuck.
#non traditional zombie au lol#prompts#the batfam couldn’t bear to shoot Jason#and in this case it worked out alright#now Jason is trying to find his family again#and make sure they don’t brain themselves by tripping over a rock#because obviously they can’t be trusted with the simplest of survival things#like shooting the infected group member jfc he’s too old for this shit#or young#anyway Jason has to juggle being a zombie and discreetly protecting his family from afar#and maybe also give them some heart attacks by play acting like the actual zombies#because f u Dick this is exactly what would have happened if I didn’t get the premium zombie upgrade!#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#red hood#tim drake#batman#Damian al ghul Damian wayne#Cassandra Cain#duke thomas#Stephanie brown#Alfred pennyworth
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dp x dc prompt #36
i’ve seen a lot of prompts about de-aged danny running around gotham from the GIW, and one of the bats find him and practically adopt him on the spot.
what i want to see is a very self sufficient four year old danny that has already been successfully escaping for a while with just some minor help from gotham, and is only found because he’s doing something stupid while running away from someone.
i want danny getting chased by the GIW through the city, and the bats only notice when he tarzan swings by them with laxer fire chasing him.
#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#crossover#dc universe#dp x dc crossover#writing prompt#writing#batpham#de aged danny#he’s not completely helpless#when i was a child i was already climbing the roof and jumping between mine and the neighbors house#a super powered child?#completely helpless without an adult?#please#he still has most of his memories in most cases too#can’t tell me child!danny wouldn’t kick an adult in their knees and start sprinting at the first hint of trouble#forget getting him to trust you#the first step is catching him#funny
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Danny's powers are outgrowing him, and he needs an...Avatar. For his excess power.
Danny's powers are...too much. They're beginning to contradict each other, and starting to hurt. If he doesn't offload half of his powers to someone, they're gonna eat him, according to Frostbite.
And it can't be someone from his dimension, or the powers will kill whoever their in, body and soul, in a desperate attempt to reunite with him.
It has to be someone with at least fifteen years of life left in them from a different dimension, to give the powers time to acclimate and settle in that persons soul.
He searches across dimensions from the Ghost Zone, trying to find someone who wouldn't ever abuse his powers. Like, for villainy. A little abuse to fuck around is fine and expected, Danny does it himself, but he doesn't want a villain to have his powers.
After months of searching, he finally does it.
He finds someone.
Damian Wayne.
A kid massively misunderstood by many, many people; but one who would never go bad.
Danny couldn't find a reality where Damian fell into Villainy.
If his father did, he would tag along until it became obvious what was happening. If vampires started cropping up, he wouldn't join them or their villainous ranks. If the zombie apocalypse started, he'd sacrifice himself to end it.
He was pedantic, definitely had violent tendencies, and had the perfect attitude required to tame some of the powers he would be getting.
Damian, struck unconscious in the battlefield and oblivious to the family that thinks he's dead, accepts a strange offer in his injury-induced feverdream.
Robin wakes up, eyes glowing, as he floats above the battlefield-and the debris he was covered in rise with him.
Or; Danny needs to give half of his powers away or they'll consume him, and chooses to give them to Damian Wayne. Damian thinks it's just a weird dream and accepts.
Damian proceeds to wake up in a fight against a villain with his family and absolutely wrecks said villain.
But where the fuck did he get these powers?
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#a nice way to nerf danny#and also let damian know someone else trusts him to make the right choices
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YJ x DP Prompt
After hearing that Superman basically said that Superboy couldn’t feel real emotions because he’s a clone, Phantom decided that he was not allowed to be near Dani when or if the two ever meet.
#dp x yj#yj#yj x dp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#yj x dp prompt#Danny phantom#danny fenton#young justice#dani phantom#danielle phantom#danny definitely puts himself between Superman and Dani#he’s ready to throw hands#he tries practically everything to avoid letting them meet#he probably trusts Batman to watch her tho
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DP x DC Prompt #21
Duke had just wanted to find his parents. He hated that he was in a foster home, he hated that the cops weren't doing anything, and he hated feeling useless.
No one understood him. Well, no one except for his foster brother. Danny would help him sneak out, look for clues where he could, and generally had Duke's back. He helped Duke out of more tough spots than he could count.
Then Duke joined the "We R Robin" movement, and Danny aged out of the system. Duke hadn't seen Danny in a long time.
So when he sees his old foster brother running down the streets, holding his side and limping, Duke doesn't hesitate to pop down and help.
The problem? Danny doesn't trust Gotham vigilante's. And he's bleeding ... green?
#finemeal prompt#dp x dc#duke thomas#danny fenton#they were foster brothers#I feel like Danny would be a protective foster brother#and he would look out for everyone#and seeing duke who just wants to save his parents#would try to do everything he could to help the dude#now duke wants to help him#but danny has a reason to not trust Gotham vigilante's#he's not about to trust Signal#even if a part of him is like#he's familiar
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hannah … u said u would probably physically fight w jj if u were in obx which same but now i’m thinking …. thinkin abt “play fighting” w bsf!jj …. and there’s loads of charged energy there …. lot of ass to crotch and giggling and teasing from jj mhm yup
HELLO ??!;);6 okay i confess i was thinking about play-fighting with bsf!jj turned to him pounding me while im headlocked in between those hot ass fucking arms of his 😓😓. and you’re idea is like.. spot on celeste omg.
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being pushed around the thin mattress by his body weight, evidently stronger than you due to acquired muscle from years working in physical labour. his hips brush against the back of your ass, the seam of your crotch — gentle touches that seem to dissipate in fervor but grow in length as the pretence of ‘play-fighting’ soon begins to fall to deaf ears and heaving chests.
the stiffness in his shorts was difficult to let go by unnoticed, and as much as you attempted you couldn’t restrain the muffled noises of grated pleasure that would leave your pursed lips every time his body weight banged into yours, a heavy muscle catching your side or a stray hand wrapping around you.
“jayj,” you huff out, laboured pants puffing onto his face as you attempted to call a truce, “can we just— just pause for a minute, take a lil’ break?”
he thinks this means he’s won, the adrenaline getting him into a ditzy as he gets up all in your face, spittle visible as he starts intimidating you with a superficially pridefully interrogation, “oh you wanna take a break huh? j’s so strong you had to tap out little girl? that ‘t? no deal. i won this round fair and square sweetheart.”
and you’re laying beneath him in such utter shock, pouty bottom lip quivering due to a combination of adrenaline and fear induced arousal that for a minute he’s scared you might start crying.
that is until you align your face right with his, knocking knees and letting out a whispered, “please?”
and he knows, knows by the way your chest is rising in paced slopes, and by the way he can see your nipples hardening under the sheer fabric of your top. hell, he’s been your best friend for years, he’s known since you broke up with your most recent ex and came running into his arms for support. but he still asks “please what?”
and then you were done, blubbering out a string of indecipherable sex-fuelled pleads about how turned on you were, how you needed him.
and before jj could continue letting his best friend fall under so much duress, he bends you over the arm of the couch and strips you of your clothing, stuffing himself into your cunt so unexpectedly that you let out a wail, walls contracting around him at the initial sting of the intrusion.
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#trust i will expand more on the impact play/headlock part of this someday#someday soon (lie)#no i’m joking someday soon (i hope)#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹#;murderdocs#;concepts#jj maybank#jj maybank prompt#jj maybank obx#jj maybank concept#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x reader smut#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x you#jj maybank outer banks#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank x reader fluff#jj maybank angst#jj maybank blurb#jj maybank fanfic#jj maybank imagines#obx#jj obx#jj maybank fic#jj maybank one shot#obx jj maybank
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Revenge for Ida
Ida Manson is an ex of Constantine's, it didn't end well….
So when Ida sees him in HER town, she's seething with old anger. So she does the worst thing she had in mind:
Tells her granddaughter and her best friends about Constantine
The phantom team was not going to disappoint her 😈
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#ida manson#team phantom#Against#john constantine#Constantine: Why do I hear boss music? And not the same type as usual#the adolescents will defend one of their few trusted adults#they are small and vicious & proud of it and absolutely without shame!#but not really discreet or subtle enough#they will ruin the life of this blond guy!!!#Constantine knows how to fight against demons and other supernatural things but he is not equipped for these fucking kids#Danny and Tucker we add Contantine's magic signature to the target of Fenton Wotk's defense system#my#my prompt#my prompts#prompt#prompts#I hope you enjoy this low stakes Constantine vs Team Phantom ^v^
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DP x DC: The Ghostly Army
The fact that Ghosts can be brainwashed and hypnotized gets out and ends up in the wrong hands. Specifically the hands of Lex Luthor. When he finds this out he's ecstatic. He's been half paying attention to Ghosts since he started getting reports from the Ghost Investigation Ward after he passed their Anti-Ecto Laws, it was part of the law that had been brought to him.
For as long as the law existed he would get as much of the information as those who funded the G.I.W.. It hadn't been something he'd actively cared about until he learned just how powerful one of the ghosts - Phantom - was. Strong enough to take down Superman if he was on the right team, which he wasn't and the G.I.W. wanted him destroyed so it was complicated.
However, after enough 'negotiating' and keeping the situation in Amity Park under the radar and blocking out all calls in and out of the small city to avoid the Justice League from paying them any attention, he was able to convince the G.I.W. to help him out. Bring him Phantom and any other particularly powerful ghost like Phantom and he would allow them to do whatever they wanted with Amity Park.
Now he has not one but three exceedingly powerful Ghosts under his control.
Wisp: A tiny ghost who appeared about 12 with white hair and green eyes.
Wraith: A much larger ghost around 15 who could be Phantom's twin but with red eyes.
and Phantom: A 15 year old child who was apparently more powerful than Wisp and Wraith combined.
They were all under his control, and impossible force that he used to take down not only Superman but any member of the Justice League who dared stand in his way. With Wisp's small size and speed, Wraith's rage and strength, and Phantom's power and experience there would be no stopping them!
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Meanwhile, in Gotham City there is a very pissed off Vampire and two people in jumpsuits running around looking for their three missing children and anybody who will listen to them. Which, Batman was already planning on doing before the Vampire decided to all but kidnap Nightwing as collateral in case they 'didn't have his full attention'.
Whoever these three pissed off parents were, their kids were important to them and soon they would become important to the entire Justice League... maybe even the world.
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