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sp0o0kylights · 27 days

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Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

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The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset.

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it.

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud.

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds.

Still.

Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink.

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations.

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say.

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’

Nope.

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure.

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake.

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them.

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through.

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing.

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse.

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something.

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here.

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may.

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?”

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house.

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him.

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.”

Likely a lot of things.

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it.

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give.

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.”

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice.

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked.

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle.

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat.

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth.

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.)

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?”

Wayne nodded once, slow-like.

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again.

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?”

“I did.”

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say.

Wayne took advantage.

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.”

“‘Bout trust.”

Eddie blinked at that.

“Trust.” He echoed flatly.

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--”

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.”

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him.

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.”

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway.

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with.

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.”

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like.

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns.

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.”

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.”

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had.

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.”

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.”

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through.

Wayne sat with him as he processed.

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did.

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked;

“What if he finds out?”

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home.

It took Wayne a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret.

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over.

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly. It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself.

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved.

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’

“He won’t.” Wayne said.

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.”

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side.

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other.

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest.

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose.

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine.

Hurt, absolutely, but alive.

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body.

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol.

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door.

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch.

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible.

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup.

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him.

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely.

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior.

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.)

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!”

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it.

Wayne rolled his eyes.

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door.

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries.

“I think I promised you a game, son.” Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall.

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

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saintrocklee · 1 month

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✧･ﾟ R E S T R A I N T ･ﾟ✧

His cellphone. His cellphone was buzzing. Someone was calling him.

"Ignore it." Itachi murmurs against your skin, teeth catching just above your collarbone. A very unladylike groan leaves you.

"Itachi." You breathe, hoping to sound chastising.

Your efforts have the opposite effect.

"Say it again." He practically purrs and you shudder again, whimpering as you accept another heated kiss. The buzzing stops and your focus returns to Itachi's tongue curling into your mouth.

itachi x reader. ceo au, kind of. the final draft of my old series. it’s great to be back. enjoy <3

part one part two part three ⇢ P O S T E D !

part four ⇢ coming on april 20! part five ⇢ coming on april 25th!

#for old readers: the first two chapters are just refurbished - there's new stuff but the concepts are the same #for new readers: welcome and hello!!!#this was supposed to be three parts when i came up with it ages ago #and now it's five #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #itachi x you #look at how organized this is - with WEEKLY updates? i'm turning over a new leaf. or page if you will. cause imma writer. barely.

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m00ngbin · 3 months

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TFS TUESDAY TFS TUESDAY ITS TFS TUESDAY

Ft my cat and also the Teru plush sitting in my car. He's supposed to be there so that I'm not driving by myself but since he's not alive and he can't talk he sucks at his job

#WOW GUYS GUESS WHAT #BEGINNING OF PART TWO #ITS THE BEGINNING OF PART TWO #IM TERRIFIED #IM ECSTATIC #ALSO #TODAY WAS A DOUBLE UPDATE #AHHHHSKEOFJEKKSJSKSK #TFS TUESDAY!!!!!#first chapter is teru's perspective #so excited to see close to canon premob teru being written

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atlasdoe · 3 months

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my roman empire is The Marauders Series by Pengiwen on wattpad.

nobody can convince me that tms isn't the best cannon compliant marauders fic out there. i could talk about it all day

#there's just SO MUCH TO LOVE ABOUT IT #it's sad that a lot of people won't give it the time of day because it's on wattpad and isn't immediately what they're used to #the amount of people i've had to fight in the comments of the first book #where's marlene? i won't read without marlene #my guy you are on book one chapter five of a ten book series #ten books with three of them being split into two parts #all of which have over 200 chapters #GIVE IT TIME I PROMISE SHES COMING #mary isnt tho #the marauders #harry potter #the marauders era #marauders #pengiwen #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #jily

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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"i have to go to sleep" i say

"i really have to go to sleep" i say again, four hours later

#WHEN THE WRITING GROOVE HITS I GOTTA STICK WITH IT #WHO KNOWS WHEN SHE'LL RETURN TO ME #listen this decapitation fic might actually get Done!#ive got the first part written out #all it needs is a re-write and a read and then i guess i could start posting #BUT! i won't until im done with it all #im not making that mistake...#absolutely unprompted #also i need to decide on How to post it #bc it has three little 'arcs'#the Event - the conflict - the resolution #and each one has its own separate chunks with different povs #so its like... each section posted as a full chapter #with distinct separated povs / scenes #or each pov is a new chapter?#but then if its that then the chapter lengths would be so uneven.#its be like 'oh ch.1 is 3k. ch.2 is less than 2k. ch. 3 is less than 3k #rrrgh. but then just posting three big chapters #would be like 'ok part one has like. 7k. part two has 10k. part three has whatever k'#so the question is!#three big chunks posted over the course of three weeks?#or up to 10 smaller chapters over the course of a equal amount of weeks?#im inclined towards the former....#wanna get this out before the next big update releases and smashes it all into tiny shards!#big chunks! three releases! Once Im Done With The Writing / Editing Process!#might ask a certain someone to beta read! who knows! i do have a person in mind that i'd ask!#we'll see we'll see

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theesteemedladydebourgh · 1 month

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well after 2 years...only like 2 more hours to finish up some last scenes and an edit 👀🥳

#the first time divorcees club #tftdc ch 8 #ch 8 (june) has been split into two parts though #hence the slightly lower than usual wc #and i know that 19k is a ridiculous number to call 'low' but somehow i've set a 30k standard for myself with these chapters lol #feeling lots of terror and excitement rn its been SO LONG

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poorlittleyaoyao · 18 days

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I'm now at the portion of CQL that overlaps with the volumes of the novel that I read last summer, and for all the nonsense brought by the combination of CQL's adaptation changes + reluctance to fully commit to them, I really and truly do prefer these iterations of the characters, especially WWX. I just watched the episode where JC catches him in Qinghe, and it had me chewing on the walls! The show's chronological storytelling let us see their relationship's intensity and tragic deterioration, and it delivers on making this confrontation EXTREMELY FRAUGHT for both of them. JC unleashes 16 years of unprocessed grief and anger as WWX tries his damnedest to avoid it, and the shadow of JYL's death looms over both of them. Even though the dialogue in the novel is nearly identical, the mutual urgency isn't there; JYL is never mentioned (beyond JC reminding WWX that he is the reason JL's parents are dead), and WWX himself has no emotional response whatsoever to any of it, save for an offhand mention that he was nostalgic for the Lotus Pier of his childhood. JC might as well be having an argument with an imaginary WWX in the shower. There's zero tension there. Information has to be revealed and withheld differently with the non-chronological story structure, of course, but there are ways to hint at a character being impacted by and reacting to past experiences without saying outright what those experiences are, and that is simply Not Happening sufficiently for me with anything involving WWX's platonic and familial relationships in the novel. And if you wanted more on the relationships between characters who aren't WWX? lol good luck!

#in fairness the novel DOES talk about JYL in that same chapter after WWX and JL part ways #but it's purely in the context of exposition--JYL was WWX's source of info for how he came to Lotus Pier #there's no consideration of JYL as a person (or even just of what she meant to the two brothers) at all #and then in the first two volumes GENERALLY there's no concern in WWX's inner monologue about anything else #not about WQ or the Wen remnants or how their deaths were accelerated by his accidental murder of JZX #the show drops the ball on that too but at least in the second episode WWX thinks about WQ and the Dafan Wen (before even seeing WN!)#and that's why I couldn't with the novel: either the narrative isn't as interested in the ramifications of all that as I am #or WWX himself doesn't give a shit #and neither bodes well for me having a good time!#masala necromancy wizard hour

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fangirlamongstotherthings · 2 months

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When you’re reading dune and get water on it

#I just got the book today and got a bunch of water #so now the pages are kind of warped but I put it under my really heavy textbook to flatten it #cross your fingers #anyways I’m on chapter 4 so far and am enjoying it #I definitely think watching the movies first is making the story more engaging #because I know what’s coming and that can draw me more into the story during the slow bits #dune #dune part two #dune book #dune memes #my posts

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oathkeeperoxas · 11 days

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For the guessing game... hm. "Weight".

There's 37 instances of "weight" in part one (for the uninitiated this fic is broken up into three parts because google docs couldn't handle her swag in just one document), so here's the first, which is in chapter 1

So Ice saunters into the house just after sunrise, still smelling like the cheerful beta he’d talked into taking him home, senses alert. He can smell Slider and only Slider, so either his RIO scored and came back before Ice, or he came home alone last night. Slider’s in the kitchen reading the paper with a cup of coffee by his elbow, and he rolls his eyes as Ice struts into the room. “Yeah, yeah,” Slider groans. “Rub it in.” He’s not wearing his aviators, and his eyes aren’t too bloodshot, so he’s probably not too hungover. Ice isn’t either – he takes his vodka on the rocks for a reason. They’re flying jets today, and that’s a bitch to do with a pounding head. Ice hasn’t puked in his jet ever, and he isn’t interested in breaking that record. “She was fun,” Ice reports. “Chipper missed out.” “You started that?” Slider asks. “I thought I heard something going on.” “I ended it,” Ice corrects. “And now everyone knows who’s really on top,” Slider grins. “Nice one, Kazansky.” This isn’t the first time they’ve pulled this routine. Slider had stuck around him last night, introducing him properly to Maverick and the few others from their class that he knew and Ice didn’t, until Ice had flicked his fingers to let him know that he was fine to fly solo. If all the others only ever saw him with a taller than God alpha at his back, they’d start to think things that Ice didn’t want them to think. There’d be enough of Slider backing him during class and in the air – Ice had to go it alone on the ground. He’s dependent on no one, and won’t let anyone think otherwise. “They’re all fairly well behaved,” Ice comments, pouring himself the remnants of the coffee that linger in the coffee pot and grabbing the weight next to it on the counter. He needs to get his reps in anywhere he can manage them. “Better than Squad 213, at least.”

wip guessing game ask meme

#i think everything is going to be taken from the first few chapters #icemav #well not in this snippet but overall the fic is #ice #slider #slider is a good friend i believe it down to my toes #tg #my writing #anyway if you want to trip me up yall are going to have to try farrr harder than that #lets get into part two at least LMFAO

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britcision · 8 months

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I SHALL REMEMBER THIS WEEK I SWEAR TO FUCK

progress ain’t exactly speedy but we’re coming along, we’re coming along, and I’m having a lovely time ☺️

So have a lil Timkerboy this week, as a treat! I’m going camping again next week, so we’ll see if I remember that Wednesday too

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Well You Did Get Down On One Knee part iv

Tucker, Conner, and Tim had actually gotten through another round of Spiderheck in between the rabid buzzing of Tim and Tucker’s phones.

Conner had the good sense to mute his and toss it behind the couch… after sharing the “good news” of Timblr with the Young Justice chat.

He regretted nothing, despite Tim’s alternate pouting and threats. Tucker was pretty impressed, and pretty sure that it wasn’t just for the guy’s good looks this time.

Finally, after the fourth time Tim’s ringtone changed itself and blasted at full volume (making Tucker completely drop his controller), the Black tech gave up, sighing heartily and dropping his head into his hands.

Not least to hide the sudden wicked grin on his face as an idea struck. Because yeah, sure, he could help Tim try and unhack fucking Oracle on the sly, or… they could remove the distraction another way.

(Tucker wasn’t a thousand percent ungrateful for the distraction; he was pretty sure even without the merry buzzing of his social life burning down around him he’d have had a hard time concentrating on the game.

It just plain wasn’t fair; Conner was too fucking hot, and so earnest, and excited when he was doing well! All the little shouts and exclamations, the broad grins, Tucker was really beginning to doubt his own demisexual nature.

Although, to be fair, it wasn’t like he actually wanted to… interact while Conner was being cuter than Cujo with a rubber bone. Just. It was hard to think about anything else when he could be appreciating all… that instead.

At least while Tim’s ass was being blown off by at least three separate group chats, Tucker’s floundering was less embarrassing.)

Tim gave him a consoling pat on the back while Conner whooped in victory, probably trying to comfort Tucker in the loss. Tucker let him for a moment, running a couple quick calculations in his head.

Because yeah, he’d never got around to asking Danny to ecto infuse any of the Waynes’ tech; not the batcomputer nor the gaming consoles, but. Well. They’d played for hours the last two nights, and it wasn’t like Tucker had never gotten his hands through a console’s innards.

It had to count as knowing the device, right?

And it wasn’t like it was that hard, doing it for just three people. For just one game.

Looking up at the other two, he gave them both a slightly shyer grin.

“So, like… I know we’re having a good time and all,” he began, and Tim groaned theatrically as he was interrupted yet again by his ringtone.

“I’m about to ask Superboy to toss this thing into space,” he grumbled, glowering at his phone.

Conner reached innocently towards it and Tim snatched it back up immediately. Tucker settled back once it was safe too, grinning sheepishly even if it wasn’t his bluff Conner called.

Conner tipped him a wink and Tucker had to clear his throat and give his head a quick shake to clear his blush.

“Right… yeah, uh, anyway. What if I had a better way to get us away from distractions?” He asked as innocently as he could, staring at the screen instead of that far too attractive face.

He could still see the other two sit up from the corner of his eye, both looking interested.

“We’re not allowed to game in the Bat Cave,” Tim said quickly, with a resigned air that said the question had come up before… and enough disappointment that they’d probably done it and been caught.

Which, yeah, thinking of the size of the screen in the cave, Tucker suddenly really wanted to try that too.

Already banned though. And he and Danny were already on thin enough ice with Batman as it was.

Reluctantly dismissing the thought, he returned his attention to the present moment, grin spreading as he turned to face Tim directly.

(Tim was safe. Tim was, objectively, a very handsome young man and Tucker could appreciate that in a distant way, but being pretty was just so much less interesting that almost anything else about Tim.

Tucker could worship him through a distant computer screen, so the pretty blue eyes weren’t much of a distraction. Looking at Tim face to face was really cool, but Tucker would be more tongue tied watching him code.)

“Sure, but you remember I told you about my technopathy? I can interface with machines I know really well,” he added for Conner’s benefit, accidentally looking over in time to preen as his face lit up with interest.

Tim, for some reason, stifled a snicker.

“Yeah, you mentioned. And that it was a little more complicated, but go on,” he prodded, and Conner shot him a look that Tucker was gonna have to ask questions about.

Later. Once he was done showing off a little. And, probably, getting his ass kicked at Spiderheck.

Tucker Foley was a master of video game controls, sure, and that sorta helped, as did “knowing you’ve been thrust into a video game”. He just didn’t delude himself into thinking it’d be enough to counter the actual literal battle training of superheroes.

But hey, maybe having all those extra legs would fuck them both up for long enough that he’d win a few rounds.

“Well I think you might’ve already noticed, but I know this game really well.”

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#wip wednesday #danny fenton dead and loving it #well you did get down on one knee part iv #chapter 17 part 4 #god i’m looking forward to the spiderheck fight scene #it’s gonna be the most buckwild shit i ever wrote #but first #more of our two best ghostboys

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misty-wisp · 11 months

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[dreamscape au]

You cut me to pieces! It's your fault I'm a complete wreck!

(au by @omoriboii)

#omori #omori aubrey #omori au #dreamscape au #my art #tw eyestrain #happy birthday aubrey! here's fanart for an au version of you LMAO #jokes aside chapter 10 of dreamscape solidified aubrey as my fave. she's trying her fucking best but SOMEONE'S too much of a bitch to tell #right so this piece in particular has a bit of a story #so first i wanted to make it a whole animatic because it's based on a song!#(that song is 1/4 by circusp if you were curious. it's v fitting of DS auby i think)#but then i realized that idea was too ambitious when i started drawing out storyboard thumbnails #so i decided to make it a comic based on a specific set of lyrics!#(specifically the last set. the caption for this piece is a lyric from that section lol)#and then i started drawing out thumbnails for THAT and decided it was too ambitious #so i settled on drawing two pieces and having them glitch into each other. like a flashback!#this was fun to draw! it took awhile (two days) but i'm happy with the results #for the most part at least hehe #there's a little more commentary i can provide but i think i'll keep it here bc i'm rambling lol

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greeenchrysanthemums · 2 months

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I cut myself pretty badly at work and now using my keyboard is so awkward since my finger is wrapped up in bandages XD

Don't you all worry though, I will still be publishing the first chapter of the fic either tomorrow or the day after depending on when I get that ao3 invitation >:)

I'm excited!!!

#right now i'm on i think 5000 on the waitlist but it was 12000 a few hours ago so i'm sure i will get the invite soon #morgan likes the first chapter but he is also my husband so he's obligated to hype me up #I hope that you all like it as well #i did end up splitting the originally planned chapter into two parts though because i felt it flowed better as two #rather than one #so its not as long as I had hoped #injury tw #injury mention

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gem-in-the-horizon · 25 days

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Prompt: I know you aren’t big on the RVTs but it’s an option lol-

Friede gets more sick after the winter fic with Frankie in it and the RVTs get worried and try to help him (I would say Orla as relationship cause I’m a sucker for Friede x Orla but if you are comfy with it I think it would be really cute to have the kids-especially Liko cause I think their pseudo parent-child relationship is the strongest- help out or something)

(Bonus-Frankie smack talking the RVTs lol)

I know it’s a long shot for what you usually write…but if you want a challenge :)

Thanks for sending this prompt! It was super fun to write. I realized afterword that I actually wrote two different Frankie and Friede winter fics. One where he causes an avalanche, and another where he falls through the ice and is saved by Conia.

I've been meaning to rewrite the avalanche fic to post to my ao3, so I went with that one! For anyone who's already read the original fic, the first ~1.5k are similar, but now there's an additional 3.5k of Friede hurt/comfort and fluff

I went with both Orla/Friede and cute moments with the kids, so I hope it's to your liking ^^

#pokemon horizons #friede #pokemon orla #horizons fanfiction #my writing #frankie tag #there will probably be a part two later letting frankie be a menace #but i kept the first chapter RVT - centric #if you wanted a part two to the “falling through the ice” fic. i'm also happy to write that! just send an ask #askbox

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lukin08 · 10 days

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Up In The Air Chapter 2

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated: T

WC: 2568

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

Also available on AO3

Previous chapter

“So have you given it any thought?”

Anna opened her locker smiling and shaking her head as her co-worker, Camila, sat down near her. “Not really.”

“Come on, it will be fun. Everyone’s going.”

“Everyone?” Anna quickly threw her things in the locker. She really needed to tidy it up soon. She had a bad habit of throwing whatever in there until it was an unorganized disaster. But that would have to wait until another day as she glanced quickly at Camila. They had been walking out of the hospital together whenever they were on the same shift, sometimes even grabbing a coffee afterwards on particularly hard days. The one thing she already knew about Camila was she did not want to stay a second longer at work than necessary.

“Yes, everyone,” Camila said, standing to leave. “And you should be there too.”

Anna grabbed her purse, slamming the locker closed. A lone piece of paper flew out from the force and floated down, sliding when it hit the floor directly into Camila’s foot. She picked it up, starting to look it over before Anna snatched it back.

“What’s that?”

“Nosey, aren’t we?” Anna said, giving a little smirk so Camila would know she wasn’t upset.

“Anything in the common area is fair game. Seriously that looked official. What is it?”

“It’s nothing really. I was asked if I was interested in representing the nursing staff on the community outreach team. I have prior experience from other hospitals that line up with what they do here.”

“Sounds like extra work without the extra pay. Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know yet.”

They made their way down the corridors heading to parking garage. Camila took a sudden turn at a door when they made it to ground level. She had shown Anna this route on the first nice day. A direct walk outside to the parking garage. Anna smiled as the sun hit her face. November hit different down here than the cold dreary Northeast fall and winters she had grown up with.

“Are you really thinking about not going?” Camila said, bringing up the topic again.

Anna paused, trying to think of an excuse. “I don’t really know anyone that well yet and- “

Camila stopped in her tracks, turning to Anna. “And everyone on the team already loves you.”

“Really?” Anna cocked an eyebrow. “Even Sue?”

Camila let out a loud laugh. “Especially Sue! She may be a little…outgoing, but she has the best heart and she’s had nothing but nice things to say about you. Seriously Anna. I know you’ve only been working here less two months, but it’s like you’ve always been here. You fit in so great.”

A warmth spread across Anna’s chest at those words. She had been searching for so long for a sense of belonging and this was the first hospital she had worked at in years that felt right. “That’s really nice to hear.”

It really had been that long. After spending the last five years as a traveling nurse, Anna had grown tired of the constant moving. Sure, the pay had been great, and she got to see different parts of the country, but it had also started to wear on her. A growing part of her also knew that for her, being a traveling nurse was as much running away from her lonely past as it was wanting to see the country. She finally agreed that “doing the sensible thing”, as her sister always suggested, and finding a permanent location was for the best.

Going home was out of the question for her. So, she figured out areas of the country that were most in need of nursing staff, narrowed it down to ten, wrote the cities on pieces of paper, threw them into a bowl and blindly grabbed one. Pensacola it was. It really had been that simple. Luckily her first choice in hospitals in the area had an opening in the department she wanted, and the rest all fell into place.

“Alright, tell me where everyone is going,” Anna said as they began to walk again.

Camila flashed the largest grin. “Does that mean you’re going?”

Anna held out her arm toward Camila. “Twist my arm.”

Camila giggled. “Rocklin’s. Towards the naval base. It’s a center point from where everyone lives. Nothing overly fancy, but it’s good food, good people, good music. You’ll love it!”

“Sounds…wait, did you say by the naval base?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So, there’ll be military there?”

“Yes. It’s Pensacola, where don’t you see the military?”

“Point taken. But I know Sue is going to be on a mission to set me up at the bar.”

“Definitely.”

“…with a sailor.”

Camila laughed again. “I don’t think Sue is that particular. And to be fair, it’s not that big of a Navy bar. I think it’s mostly officers that do show up. At least it could be someone with rank.”

“No thank you.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“Ugh.” Anna thought back to the one date she’d been on since moving down to Pensacola. “If you like going out with a pretentious know it all that doesn’t stop talking about himself the whole time, then no. I swear Camila, that was enough. I’ve had my fill of dating anyone in the military, officers included.”

“I don’t know. Some of them aren’t too bad looking and you don’t have date anyone. Nothing wrong with having a little fun and done.”

“Camila!”

Camila grabbed Anna’s arm. “Tell you what. I’ve got your back. You don’t have to talk to anyone, no matter what Sue says. We’re here to have fun. That’s it. I promise. So, it’s set. You’re going! I’ll even drive.”

“Thank you, but I’ll have to meet you. I’m working the afternoon at Dr. Intilli’s.”

“Again? Girl, if you aren’t at the hospital, you’re there! When do you take time to relax?”

“I like to stay busy.”

“Stay busy at the beach! It’s called taking a break.”

Anna thought about Camila’s words. She had been working in her free time at one of the ob/gyn offices. She adored working with the patients there and seeing some of them full circle when they came on the maternity ward, but Camila did have a point. Maybe she should cut down on the number of hours she was working and take the time to explore her new home.

“I will. Maybe after they hire- “

The roar shook Anna to her bones. She jumped and threw her gaze to the sky in time to see two blue blurs pass by. A few seconds later four more, slower and higher jets in a tight diamond pattern passed over the hospital. Everyone stopped to look up. A few cheered before the formation disappeared past the tree line.

“Looks like practice for the next season has started.” Camila said, nonchalantly.

“What was that?” Anna asked as she tried to assess the state of her hearing.

Camila tilted her head with a confused look. “What do you mean, ‘what was that?’ It’s the Blue Angels.”

“The who?”

Camila looked almost disgusted at Anna’s question. “You cannot be serious. The Blue Angels? You know, the Navy demonstration team? The ones you see at shows? The big blue fighter jets? Ringing any bells?” Camila stopped and stared at Anna waiting for some recognition.

“No bells, just ears.” Anna tugged at her ear. She had a vague idea of what Camila was talking about. But not to the level she was expecting of Anna. “What are they doing here?”

The look of bewilderment on Camila’s turned to understanding. “That’s right, this is new to you! The team ended last season before you moved here. Get used to them. They are stationed at NAS here. It’s an institution around these parts.”

“Is it always this loud?”

“They don’t usually fly that close to the hospital. It must be a welcome back flyby. The patients get a kick out of seeing them out the windows. Anyway, we should be done now with the noise. What were you saying?”

Anna waved her off. “It wasn’t important.”

“Oh, I remember. Less work, more play.” Camila bumped Anna's shoulder playfully.

“Something like that.”

“Hey, who knows. Maybe you’ll meet a handsome airman on Friday.” The twinkle in Camila's eyes looked like trouble.

Anna rolled her eyes and said definitively. “Absolutely not.”

#Edin what did you write #kristanna #Up in the air #frozen #anna #kristoff #Up in the air chapter 2 #chapters will probably be out once a week #but the first two feel more like introductions and I wanted to post Anna's part earlier

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