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blouisparadise · 5 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where one of the characters is grumpy (or very serious) and the other character is sunshine. Please check out these fics and if you enjoy them, be sure give them kudos, leave a comment, and help promote them on Twitter or Tumblr. If you enjoy our rec lists, please like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Muffins & Cigarettes | Mature | 7,591 words

Louis pouts. “You can’t pout your way into this, Louis”, Harry said as he was fixing his tie, watch and rings glinting against the soft sunlight filtering through the window. “Of course, I can. Watch me.”

2) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles’ wolf pack who can’t stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm’s length is the safest option.

3) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26,366 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

4) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

5) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37,081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely. Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance. “Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it. “‘’m Harry.”

6) Always An Angel, Never A God | Explicit | 39,518 words

To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it. At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess.

7) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don't Bite) | Mature | 42,026 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

8) Where I End and You Begin | Explicit | 42,730 words

Global rock sensation Harry Styles is set to perform in his sold out residencies across six major cities. What happens when his usual makeup artist can’t make it and they hire the most beautiful human he’s ever laid eyes on? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to remain professional

9) Something Along The Lines Of ‘An Office Love Story At Christmas’ | Explicit | 43,148 words

Harry hadn't planned on seeing Louis again, not after that night. When he finds out his only competition for a very desired promotion is Louis, he spirals into a mess of trying to be a better coworker and person right before Christmas in hopes that he can outdo Louis' effortless effect on his office. If he manages to get his head out of his ass along the way, it’ll be a holiday miracle.

10) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

They don’t talk about it. The way Harry deflects any and all questions about his past and Louis pretends he isn’t confused or hurt by it. The way Harry keeps a distance between them and Louis acts like he can’t see it creating a wall between them. The way Harry doesn’t always answer honestly and Louis goes along with it as if he can’t tell. They don’t talk about it. Harry knows Louis feels like he doesn’t know him well enough, and it pains him. It pains him every time Louis gets that look on his face that’s a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and confusion. And sometimes, self-blame. It pains him because Louis is wrong. Because even though there is a lot Louis doesn’t know about him, there is so much that he does. He knows what Harry is like at his most vulnerable: curled up on this bed with him in the dark where it’s safest. He knows Harry in a way no one else does.

11) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

12) The Habit I Can't Break | Explicit | 63,140 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of. Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recent) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

13) Satellite | Explicit | 78,101 words

Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again. Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out. Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more.

14) Saving Symphony Hall | Explicit | 124,766 words

Note: This fic is the sequel to this fic, which we'd suggest reading first. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

15) Cold Little Heart | Teen & Up | 194,589 words

Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd. In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham Louis really could use the help.

16) Queen Of Arizella | Mature | 277,919 words

Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death. Louis starts over, doing his best to keep his hands at his sides, but he is hungry and he tries stealing from the wrong royal. Harry is King of Arizella, he needs a queen and who better than an omega on the run from death? Louis will learn to become the perfect queen - the perfect fake queen, but only for a few months. A fake lover, a fake queen, but a real bond.

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livwritesstuff · 1 month

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Do Steve and Eddie make Easter baskets for the kids as they get older? I was just talking to my mom about how she used to hide our baskets along with the eggs and they were impossible to find. And it made me think about Eddie being devious with his hiding spots.

istg you and i are on the same wavelength bc i was literally drafting an easter drabble when this notif came in.

Yeah, they absolutely do the whole Easter thing - just for the memories and tradition of it all. Their kids don't even really know what Easter is about other than the bunny and eggs and all that - Steve is pretty sure Hazel thinks it's to celebrate all the new baby animals and he's not really interested in taking that away from her.

It starts the Saturday before Easter when the girls dye hard-boiled eggs (which typically goes about as well as any extremely messy arts and craft project with three young kids). They argue throughout the entire process, and to an outsider they all probably look pretty miserable, but when Steve says, "If I hear another word about who's allowed to use which colors, I'm packing all this up and we'll be done," he gets a united chorus of protests in response.

(And Eddie is no help whatsoever because he's too busy coming up with the most intricate egg design possible).

When all the eggs are dyed (and the girls are done arguing over whose were ultimately whose), they put them in their little Easter baskets with the fake grass and leave them outside their bedroom doors.

Overnight, Steve and Eddie the Easter Bunny swaps out the eggs for candy and little toys and things like that, and hides the eggs around the house.

Eddie is an absolute rat bastard about how he hides those eggs. He does not care that Hazel is only four, and barely three feet tall. He absolutely will be hiding her sticker-covered mess of an egg on top of the tallest bookshelf in the living room.

"If she's smart, she'll realize she can see it when she stands on stairs," he says gleefully.

"Okay, and then what?" is Steve's question, "Is she levitating up there?"

The girls love it. They have the best time going on a wild goose chase for all the eggs, and the tradition lasts a lot longer than it probably would have otherwise for that exact reason.

An honorable Harrington family Easter mention is when Eddie does such a good job hiding one particular egg that no one can find it.

Steve: If I have to be stuck with a rotting egg lost in my house I will go insane and die

It takes Eddie three hours to find it (inside a spare roll of toilet paper - Steve comments, “No wonder none of you freeloaders could find it”) and he misses the Easter morning cinnamon rolls.

#and that’s not to mention the devastation hazel experiences every year when she learns she can’t actually keep her eggs #eddie: i say let her find out #steve: i say if i get a single whiff of rotting egg im filing for divorce #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads

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im-livvy-the-fallen-leaf · 2 months

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I have noticed on Tulmbr or any site for that matter there are very little obey me! demon headcaanons that actually make demons act like animals! I will not stand for this! I will be getting my fix of animalistic demons one way or another soooo let me tell you about my demon headcaanons.

Warning: this book has suggestive content and weird headcannons.

Let's get one thing clear first demons are pact animals. They live in large groups and are VERY protective over their families. This is because demons are protective over something that is, theirs. So this also translates to members of the family. So when it comes to the demon brothers in the early lessons can you imagine how HEARTBREAKING it was to have belphegor away? Especially because he was the youngest and therefore the weakest and hence in need of more protection. To have their baby brother away in the human realm (well to them... But he was just in the attic). For all they know he could be in danger! And as far as Beel was concerned his beloved twin could not be eating enough and of he isn't eating enough he is weaker... And if he isn't strong as he could be he could be hurting and he isn't there! "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub a day into the exchange program

Also this leds onto another point. SCENT. If your fimilar with... The dark side of Ao3, wattpad and Tulmbr (Omegavers) you probably get what I mean. But just in case you don't have issues. Animals have scent glads in their body. This marks what is their's now this translates to our favorite demons because they also have that. Meaning if they rubbed their wrist, cheek or like you know that part of your neck where it starts your chest? (Actually is that the collarbone? No clue) well that too. That has the most active scent glads. It will leave a smell that says to other demons that that thing is their's and if you mess with it. Except death.

Soo just imagine in Beelzebub's and Belphegor's room obviously is going to be full of their scent. But of course with belphi not there. It's going to fade isn't it? So that also makes beel upset. Because yes he KNOWS not actually? He was like in the attic Belphi is in the human realm apart of his brain is crying because his brother scent isn't where it should be so he's not there? Where is he? Is he safe? Is he eating? "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub 9 days into the exchange program. So that is also why he didn't want MC to be getting their "weird" smell on Belphi's bed when they had to share a room. Because it's already fading and he doesn't want it to go any faster!

Alsoo speaking about scents... Let's talk about heat/runts and their courting behaviors because omegavers is definitely influenced my life.

So like ever month or so demons go into heat and runts just like how girls get their period. During this they are wanting to breed. They also are very uncomfortable and boiling hot. So of course how does this effect them? So pretty much their scent glads produce a different scent that just says "I'm available please fuck me" this also gives them hard baby fever. You know how like penguins are fighting over baby penguins? THATT. If you were to for what ever reason bring luke anywhere near them they will SMOTHER that poor boy. Because all that they can see is; small thing. Small person. Small child? child?! That's it! PROTECT THAT MF-. They are never nicer to him then when broody.

Let's talk about courting behaviors. Because I refuse to believe that they don't do it. So let's just start off with that courting is a thing to start a relationship. It's flirting but better? So for demons they often do things like giffting them many stuff of their interest traditionally they would give them a dead human or hard to kill monster... Some still do that- looking at you Nobel demons- but like jewelry anything really that their courted would like. It could be stickers! Then we get to the services part. They would do something simple like holding a door open or like helping them with Manuel labor. It doesn't matter but they do acts of service for them. Later on if all is going well you get to scent them. It just yells "their mine fuckers" and then dating. Another thing I refuse to believe they don't do is presenting... Not in the face down, ass up way. But in the wings out, tails out. I'm also you best believe that pride demons are just like peacocks and shake their wings AWWW so cute. Just imagine Lucifer doing this-

More one this, greed demons. Crows or Ravens. Come at me. So they coo at their courted- and later on they nuzzle them MY HEART IS MELTING. IMAGINE MAMMON, a normal thing is for winged is to just puff out their wings and to totally do a mating call. This goes for ALL. Maybe it's not a full on song. (Sometimes it will be) but a little noise that translate to *looks at a book labeled "is your demon horny or just wanting to kill you?" Flipes several pages* wanna fuck?

I will be writing more. And maybe explain better if y'all want more of my weird hadcaonns but enjoy. But if you want more let me know!

#mc obey me #obey me nightbringer #poor mc #obey me scenarios #obey me demon brothers #obey me headcanons #Fallens_tree of writing #obey me shall we date #obey me demons as animals #the demon brothers should be keept away from mc #God made a mistake giving me free will #i believe that im never seeing them pearly gates after this

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yourmomsgranddad · 1 year

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— SEE YOU AGAIN

— PAIRING: Chad Meeks-Martin x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You like Chad but you can't tell him. You feel like you might never get the chance when Ghostface strikes again.

— WORD COUNT: 3.3k (might be the longest one :/)

— WARNINGS: reader plays piano, reader sings a song (i'm sorry), canon violence, traumatic events?

You never were an awkward person.

Not really.

You were always outgoing.

You loved going to parties and hanging out with people. You loved hearing people's stories. And you loved talking to them.

But when it came to crushes, you were as silent as mouse. You could figure a word, a thought, all that was there was sound. And it wasn't cohearent.

You didn't know where it came from.

You were usually normal around Chad. But one day, after he spent a few hours at the gym, something shifted.

Now every time you two were around each other, you couldn't think normal thoughts. He just flooded your entire brain. And it was unhealthy.

You couldn't tell anybody. You were kind of embarrassed, falling all over a boy like this. But someone did catch you.

Tara.

Chad had just walked away and you might had slipped up by looking at him like this was a dream you were enjoying a little too much.

"Why are you looking at him like that?" She wondered with a half smirk on her face. "Hmm?" You looked like a deer in headlights, you had been caught. And she was loving seeing you this way.

"Don't 'hmm' me. I know you heard what I said. Why are you looking at Chad like you're in love with him? Oh my gosh, are you in love with him?!" She gasped, mocking you.

You put your hands on your face, you wanted to hide.

"It's fine. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret."

And so it was.

Anytime Chad was near you in any type of way, Tara would take the chance to tease you. Mention how good you looked to him. Talk about how pretty your eyes were so he would look at them closer.

It was torture.

"Why does she keep talking about you?" He asked one day after Tara had walked away. You wanted to say something cool. 'She just likes messing with me, that's all.' And that would have been the end of it.

But your tongue was stuck. He was sitting awfully close to you and staring directly at you, you didn't trust your mouth at this moment.

So you basically let his mind wander.

"Oh my gosh, wait! Do you think Tara likes you?" His eyes went wide with glee. Your heart dropped. Why was he so happy about it?

That definitely brought your words back.

"That is definitely false. If anyone were to like me, it would not be Tara. She disgusts me." You joked, causing him to laugh and you were back to not speaking.

"Why are you always so silent nowadays? I miss your voice. I miss you talking to me." You wanted to crawl inside your body.

It's not like you didn't like him talking to you, it was one of your favorite things. It's just the talking back that's hard. So you didn't. But you felt bad for not talking to him.

So you decided to not to put the option of talking into his hands.

You admired him from afar. When you hung out as a group, you made sure not to be close to start up a tiny convo.

That would have to do for now. Until you could get your words together.

You never understood why you kept a piano in your room.

You hadn't played since you were ten.

You escaped to your room while everyone was in the living room, watching tv. You sat at your little keyboard. It was covered in all types of stickers of your interests in high school.

You just slammed your hands on the keys, it didn't sound like anything. You missed feeling the keys underneath your fingers. You wanted to play something.

You played the first song that came to your mind.

"Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid, to fall? But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow." You began playing along with your faint singing.

You didn't want to bother anyone while they were trying to watch their movie. You just wanted to sing to yourself.

"One step closer."

You removed your hands from the keys. Just sitting in your silence. You forgot how fun it was to play your piano. A smile began to dance across your cheeks. You were so enraptured in your activity, you didn't notice someone in your doorway.

"Were you singing Twilight?"

You looked up and there was Chad, looking down at you where you were sitting with his arm crossed.

"Which answer would sound less weird?" You wondered, joking with him for the first time in weeks. You forgot how much you missed talking to him. And you could tell from the look on his face that he did as well.

"None of them. You were singing Twilight, that gives me an obligation to make fun of you." He teased, walking into your room and sitting on your bed behind you.

You swiveled around on your stool, looking at him hopefully.

"Bring it." You waved, egging him on.

He looked up for a second, as if he was thinking of an insult until finally, he sucked in a bunch of air, making a makeshift smile toward you.

"I can't."

"Why not? Scared of hurting my feelings?" You pouted. You stood up from your seat, going to sit next to him on the edge of your bed.

"It's okay. I can take it."

He smiled at you, for some reason he didn't believe you. "Come on!" You playfully pushed him, trying to get him to do something.

"No! I have nothing bad to say. I really liked your singing."

Your playful exterior dropped and all that was left was appreciation. "No one's ever complimented my singing before. Mostly because I think you might be the only person I've ever sung in front of."

"Well they should. People don't notice how good things are until they're gone. I know if you stopped singing, I would definitely miss it."

"Well I guess I just shouldn't stop then."

"Oh I advise against it."

You hadn't noticed but the entire time, you were staring into his eyes, not looking away once. They were trapping you and you felt as though if you looked away, this moment would cease to be.

It wouldn't be real.

But he touched your cheek, assuring you that this moment was very much real. And he was staring at you with the same exact look you had.

You just knew the moment wasn't real when he started leaning in.

You wanted nothing more than for his lips to touch yours but you broke apart when you heard the sounds of screams coming from the living room. You wanted to have wishful thinking and believe it was the tv but you just couldn't be that lucky.

You knew what happened back in Woodsboro before Tara, Mindy, Sam, and Chad got to New York. Your heart jumped.

You didn't waste any time before bolting out of your room and finding everyone in the living room on edge. Everything seemed off as Sam was shaking and everyone else was looking behind you.

You slowly turned around to see something from your worse nightmares, Ghostface, in the flesh.

You had only heard stories about the heinous beast but seeing him here just made your heart beat out of your chest. You didn't dare move. You felt as soon as you moved, it would feel like you were pressing play on whatever was going to happen.

And surely enough, standing still does not help when you standing in front of a literal murderer.

He lifted his hand up, the one with the knife. Sam screamed for you to move but you were paralyzed by fear. That fear didn't do you any favors as he stuck his knife right into your abdomen.

You didn't know what being stabbed felt like, I mean you did constantly accidentally slice your fingers while making food but you never actually got a knife stuck in you.

It didn't feel nice.

It felt like your body was going to fall apart like Play-Doh, or sand. Now you definitely couldn't move.

Luckily he didn't go down to finish the job but instead decided to follow after Sam, wherever she ran to. You couldn't see anything, everything was super blurry and shaking.

You had been drunk before but it was nothing compared to this feeling.

You did definitely still feel everything that was going on. All the rushed footsteps going around your fading in and out body. The screams echoing off the walls.

When someone picked you up like a baby and sprinted down the stairs with you in their arms.

"No. What about Chad?" You slurred out.

"I'm right here. I got you."

You might not be able to see anything since your loss of blood but you knew what Chad's voice sounded like. That sound put you to sleep most nights.

He sat you down on the stairs, leaning you against the wall. Your vision started to blur back into reality and you could see Chad, leant in front of you. And you definitely noticed the big splotch of blood in the center of his hoodie.

"I'm sorry about the blood."

He looked down and chuckled, you were bleeding out and felt bad about it. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Just stay awake, okay?"

You nodded. You could see but now all the adrenaline was gone and you were hyper aware of the bloody gash beginning on your side.

There was no amount of alcohol to take away this pain.

The sun had come up and ambulances had been called.

Turns out, after Chad ran you down the stairs, Ghostface got to Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. You didn't know her well but you did know Mindy and you felt bad. You held onto her as you just sat in the back of the emergency vehicle.

You hadn't noticed but Chad walked up to the two of you, leaning next to you. "Are you okay?" He wondered, looking down at you.

You were covered in the blanket that the EMT had given you. They had stitched up your side and stopped the bleeding. And your vision was back to normal. You weren't okay but you were doing a little bit better.

"No. But I knew going to college with you guys would be like a movie. I didn't think the movie would be Saw, but I'll manage."

He let out a little chuckle.

"At least it's not Nightmare on Elm Street, you love to sleep." Mindy added, making you giggle. This is what you needed, a joke with a friend to get your mind off the fact that less than 24 hours ago, you had been stabbed.

You looked up at Chad to see if he was laughing too but his eyes were somewhere else, on someone else. You had noticed, going under the yellow tape, was Ethan, Chad's roommate.

You knew Ethan, you were in Chad's dorm a lot for studying and just hanging in general.

You didn't feel any way about his appearance but from the look on Chad's face, you knew something was wrong. He stomped up to the boy and slammed him into a parked vehicle.

You rarely seen Chad get violent but when you did, you never really liked it. I mean who would?

"Where were you, man?! My sister and Y/n got stabbed and you were just gone!" You didn't like the violence but you did like Chad worrying about you. You had completely forgotten about your crush.

It kind of leaked out of you with your blood.

"I was at ECON!"

You wanted to believe him but something in you just didn't feel right about the situation.

You wanted to go back to normal after the incident but knowing who you're friends were, this was only just the beginning.

You found a Ghostface lair and any confidence you had before, it left as soon as that knife left your body. You felt your breath become haggard, you didn't know what to do and you felt like you wanted to burst into tears.

But you had to stay composed. Deep breaths. Nope, you couldn't. You had to get out of there. You put your hands in the air and stomped out. Knowing the situation, you probably should have said where you were going.

But you honestly didn't know, you just needed air.

You were lucky that New York was constantly windy so you didn't have to worry about not getting any.

Your life was exciting. I mean you lived in New York, what could be more exciting than rats and the stinky pee smell constantly? But that level of excitement? Have to constantly be running and worry about who you can trust?

No one wanted that.

You knew for damn sure Tara didn't want it. She always told you how she wished her life was different. "I love my sister but I don't like that Ghostface comes with her." She told you once.

You knew the dangers of being friends with them. But you didn't know it would be that bad.

There are a lot of scary things in life. But the number one thing was mankind.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard someone exit the building you just walked out of. And it's like the universe wanted to punch the remaining air out of your lungs because who else would it be except for Chad.

"I saw you run out so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You found a fire escape and sat down on it, looking up at the New York sky in this dark and sad alleyway. "I'm not Ghostface, if that's what you're thinking."

He noticed the way you couldn't look at him. Your eyes were trained on the sky. You being Ghostface was the last thing on his mind.

You kept thinking to yourself, why are you so distraught about a little knife? You got stabbed a little and you didn't die. But you kept thinking about how the knife twisted in your gut, about how the person who stabbed probably didn't think twice about doing that to you.

What if it happened again?

He sat down next to you on the very small step and you just sat in silence for a while. You kind of needed it.

"I can't believe this is your second time going through this and you're so chill about it." You tried to chuckle but for some reason, it came out quietly. It was barely even a chuckle, more of a sound.

"I have to be. If I break down, they get you. But you're allowed to be human. You got stabbed, it's not fun." He tried to make you feel better about being mad and sad at the same time but you just wanted to scream.

"Y'know when you pop a balloon and it flies around the room until it loses all its air? And you hear that gross sound of it deflating?"

He nodded shortly, he didn't want to cut you off. You needed to get this out.

"That's how my body felt. Like a big ball of air floating through the air and losing all of its insides."

You hadn't noticed but you subconsciously put your head on his shoulder. And he definitely was not pushing you away, instead vying to put his head on top of yours.

In any normal circumstance, you would've been doing backflips in your mind. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. And your stomach was already making noises for another reason, nothing good.

Breaking the tension, Chad let out a little giggle.

You jolted up, looking at him confused. You weren't expecting the sound but you happily welcomed it.

"What?" You chuckled along with as if you were already a part of the joke. "Are you hungry?" He wondered with a bright smile on his face. And there was the good feeling he gave you when he looked at you, just flooding right back in.

"Kinda. Why?"

Before anything else could be said, he grabbed your hand and begun leading you out of the alleyway.

You hadn't known it yet. But you two were about to go on a date.

It wasn't much a date as much as it was just him making sure you got something in your stomach.

But it felt like it.

You laughed, you talked, and you ate. All date activities.

By the time, you made it back to the hideout, it was nighttime. And it seemed like Sam and Tara were just getting there too, like they weren't in there when you left.

"Where have you guys been?!" Sam shouted, looking like a peeved mother toward the two of you. "We went to get food."

She barely let you get a statement out before wrapping you in her arms in a warm embrace. You'd expect this type of interaction from Tara but never from Sam. This definitely was new.

"Damn, Sam. Flirting in front of your boyfriend? Shameful." You joked, hopefully setting a lighter tone on the situation. It helped a little, it caused everyone to let out a little chuckle.

"Tara, tell your sister to stop flirting with me."

You hopped out of Sam's arms, falling into Tara's who returned it almost immediately. She smiled at your antics, this was the first time in weeks you were being yourself.

"Sam, stop flirting with Y/n. She does not like you that way."

She rolled her eyes playfully as you continued to walk in their current direction, still entangled in Tara's arms.

The group let you two know that they had a plan to trap Ghostface and kill him inside the weird lair.

As soon as you got inside, you all went your separate ways, going off and doing your own things. You instinctively went to the little candy counter. You didn't really want the candy, you just liked how it looked.

It didn't take long for Chad to pop up in front of you.

Things were silent between the two of you and for once in the past few weeks, you enjoyed the silence.

"Was that a date?" You blurted out.

"Before, when we went out to eat, was it a date? I'm okay if it wasn't. Like I wasn't wishing it was a date. I just didn't want to take it wrong way and say in the future that it was a date. Especially if it wasn't. Oh my gosh that would so embarra-"

Without any type of warning, he jolted forward, slamming his lips onto yours. You were momentarily paused, you almost didn't know what was going on. But as soon as you understood, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

After just sitting there, idle, he pulled away and looked around, almost pretending that didn't happen. He didn't want to be the first person to mention how awkward that was.

He just knew you were going to say something.

"Really, C? You did all that to just give me a church kiss? That's crazy. If you're going to do it, you better do it like you mean it."

So he tried again. Leaning forward slower this time and placing his lips on you lightly. This kiss more gentle as he slipped his tongue in through the gap your teeth made from smiling.

"Now that's a kiss."

You both pulled away satisfied, you smiling a little too big. You were excited, you had been waiting for that for weeks.

"It was a date. For your information." He said, clearing the air as he leaned over the counter. "I really like you, you know that?" Again, unexpected. You thought you were going to have to confess. But he did it for you.

But before you could return the sentiment, you felt a familiar sharp pain in your side. It was exactly the same as you remembered.

Balloon.

Your body froze from the pain, you basically lost feeling in your feet. You fell forward, into Chad's arms. He wanted to check and see if you were okay. But you fell behind him, causing him to fall into Ghostface.

He ducked, leaning over to grab you.

"Come on! We have to run."

He clutched your hand as you started sprinting toward the door. You wanted so much to hunch over and give into your injury. But you knew the moment you slowed, it was over. So you pressed your free hand into the wound as hard as you could and bolted.

You went to burst through the door but it was instead opened by Tara and Sam who seemed to be untouched.

They quickly rushed out of the way, allowing you to run through. Sam slammed the door in his face and then it was back to running.

The pain was unbearable but so was death.

You made your way back around to the spot you were originally. You got in front of Chad who threw a popcorn machine down, trying to trip Ghostface.

He jumped over it, speeding right past you, Tara, and Sam, going right for Chad. You want to help him but you were hunched over, on the ground, holding onto your wound for dear life. You were lucky Tara and Sam sprung to action and pulled him off of Chad.

He kicked Ghostface to the ground and suddenly, it seemed like you won.

Tara pulled you to the door, just in case you need to make a quick escape. Chad went to grab a gumball machine and make sure he was dead. But out of nowhere, another Ghostface appeared, stabbing Chad in the same exact side you got stabbed in.

"Chad!" You and Tara yelled out.

The two Ghostfaces took turns, alternating stabbing Chad in every part of his body. "No!" You shouted, you wanted to use the rest of your strength to go and help him but you could barely stand.

"Go. Run." He managed to get out of his blood soaked mouth. He forced out a nod even though he couldn't even move, he had blood coming out of everywhere in his body.

Tara hooked her arm around your middle and began pulling you out of the room.

You couldn't go rather far since you were also bleeding.

"Drop me right here." You whispered, reached down to the floor, taking a nice seat behind a wall. You could barely be seen. "Are you going to be okay right here?" Sam wondered, grabbing on your free hand.

"No. But if I move one more inch, my body's going to fall apart. Come back for me when it's safe."

The girls nodded. They hesitated leaving you in this state. Blood was gushing out of you like a faucet and you could barely move. You were defensiveless.

Tara's eyes darted around the room, seemingly looking for something. She walked away for a second, only coming back with a rusty old knife. She shoved it into your free hand. "Anyone comes near you, give em' a matching wound." You only reacted with a nod.

"That's my girl."

She stomped away, fading from your view.

You wanted so much to burst out of this injury and help Sam and Tara with whatever was causing them pain out there. You couldn't see since your back was to them.

You tried to get up but your legs immediately turned to jelly and back down you went.

But surely enough, they ended it, stabbing their roommate's dad in both of his arms. That part you saw since they were right in front of you.

As soon as he was confirmed down, Tara went right to you.

"Are you good?"

"Not in slightest."

She wrapped your free arm around her shoulder and helped you out of the building. She was bleeding from her side as well but she was walking as if it didn't bother her. She was trying to help you first.

She got you to the ambulance where they patched you up once again and you were once again, sitting in the back of an emergency vehicle.

"I'm growing tired of ambulances." Tara mentioned, standing in front of you, breaking the long built of silence. "You and me both, sister." Sam replied, rolling her shoulder in pain. She had gotten stabbed too.

Tara looked back at you and you were just sitting there, silently crying.

"What's the matter?" She worried, grabbing onto your hand in concern. You rarely cried in front of your friends so she was a little confused by the sudden feeling.

"It's just Chad."

You heard the rustling of wheels in the slight distance. You immediately recognized it. It was a gurney from the ambulance. But who else was in the building who needed saving?

You looked up and looking half dead, was Chad.

You got out of your seat almost instantly and ran to his side. "I thought you were dead." He couldn't talk, he had an oxygen mask on but he lifted his hand up to your cheek.

He didn't even have to say anything.

You understood.

#help lol #scream #scream 2022 #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin

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indigosmug · 10 months

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Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to ask to go karaoke with whether it's platonic or romantic, but still mess it up because he thinks he remembers the lyrics, but then asks you to tag in for him since he thinks you probably know the lyrics better than him.

Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to be so nervous after your first kiss, not like he's blushing and smiling like a dumbass, I mean shaking, making random noises, barking even, frothinf at the mouth type ash. (and maybe also threw up in his own mouth after it -)

Miles!42

Seems like the type of guy to be stoic in front of everyone, but once he's alone, he's one of the most nerdiest nerd to ever in the nerdverse, or he's just one of those people that become increasingly louder a goofy once he gets used and close to you.

Miles!42

Most people said he's like a baker and type guy or like a cook, so maybe if, like, your his really close friend or significant other he'll go out of his way to make little treats for you throughout the weeks and months. Every once in a while unless you have a really bad sweet tooth. (he also keeps in mind what you like, sweet, salty, bitter, etc.)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of guy to keep random stuff on hand, like bandaids, pads, hairclips, hairties, achohol wipes, etc. Etc. Like I have no idea where he keeps them but he always is like loaded on random stuff he could also have like small snacks - KitKats, Reeces, actual chocolate bars, small bags of goldfish/Cheeze-itz, maybe sometimes fruit. (His auntie cuts it for him <3)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of person to keep his phone STRAPPED, he probably has like 10293864 books filled with memories, (Polaroids, dried flowers, old snack wrappers, maybe song lyrics from your guys favorite song,) He maybe also takes like scenic pictures of his favorite thing of the day, clouds, the sun, the grass, flowers, animals, etc. He also seems like the type of guy to have little notes written in the memory books, like what shop he went to right next to picture, or place where he went that day (he has a little diary,)

Hobie!138

Seems like the type of guy to play his music really loud to catch people's attention (maybe specifically yours) He likes you complaining about the noise just so he can play it a bit louder, just if he even gets the chance to talk to because he has gotten his interest piqued by your outfit, personality, hair, (if you have any -) maybe even the way you walk. Once he seems like it's enough, he'll be happy enough to turn it down

Hobie!138

Seems like the type to give you his guitar pick, whether it's as a friend or significant other, he likes giving you them because you say that they're pretty, and he gives you so many that you can make a necklace out of them, he might even give you some other things of his like jacket, sticker, gems, trinkets, etc. He finds it as his love language (gift giving -)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you how to play the drums as a way of love or trust, whether it's a friend or a significant other. They seem like they would also play them out of emotional outbursts (like seen in the beginning of the movie). Might also give you her drumsticks if they are on the on the literal verge of breaking. ( it doesn't matter to them if you fix them or just keep them just like that)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you all of their secret hiding spots when them and their dad into agruments and feels like hiding away, or when they just genuinely get overwhelmed from everyone trying to murder the infamous spiderwoman, they like having you around as a way of comfort, (yk since after Peter got absolutely demolished -)

All original writing rights go to Indigosmug. Do not share onto other apps without permission or credits.

Please suggest more things that I could either write or tell me if I should write posts more like this.

#hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #spider gwen #atsv gwen #miles morales #miles molares #miles atsv #miles 42 #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr

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00belle00lovely00 · 2 months

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okay- okay- I'm shy to ask this but- got any headcanons for CraftyCorn×KickinChicken? it's just- these two has something special I promise you I'm not insane trust me gurl-

B E S T I E.

NO SHAME ON IT.

WE AIN'T BEING SHY IN THIS HOUSE. AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF INSANE CAUSE, MY FRIEND, IF YOU ARE CRAZY I'M FAR GONE-

I LOVE THE SHIP DYNAMIC YOU JUST GAVE ME-

WHY MAY YOU ASK? WELL LET ME TELL YOU EXACTLY THAT

🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐💙🤍💛🎨⭐

STELLAR OR COSMOS. YES. THAT IS THE BEST SHIP NAME FOR THESE FELLOWS. IF NOT, I HAVE NO CLUE.

Opposites attract, you guys. Maybe not like Dogday and Catnap in that sense, but LITERALLY in their social status and personality are they opposites.

Kickin would've totally heard from someone else that Craftycorn had a crush on him, which in this case she didn't YET, but BECAUSE of that fact he would play all high and mighty and say that he would act "hard to get". So at the end of the day, he would go around and try to send indirect pickup lines, hoping she would get nervous and ask if he was serious only for him to reject the thought of it. BUT INSTEAD. Craftycorn is completely confused by the comment and thinks it's just a playful joke from Kickin. Then she attempts to laugh it off to not make the situation awkward for herself, AND GUESS WHAT. JUST BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ACT, JUST BECAUSE SHE GIGGLED TO IT. HE INSTANTLY CRUSHES ON HER. AND NOW DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, BECAUSE HE TOLD THE ENTIRE GROUP HE WOULD BE ACTING HARD TO GET.

SO TAKING THE LAST HEADCANON IN THOUGHT, WE GET: AN IN-DENIAL COOL GUY WANNA BE X AN OBLIVIOUS QUIET GIRL.

I'll never stop head canonizing Craftycorn doodling the people she crushes on.

A very nice thought I would get from these two is Craftycorn asking Kickin if she'd like to hold his hand. At first, Kickin dismisses it, then reluctantly agrees, only for Crafty to witness how downright NERVOUS this man got. Like- we are talking about taking feathers, sweating beads dripping down his forehead, and even getting chicken skin WHILE BEING A CHICKEN. As she notices it, she attempts to comfort him and check if he is all right but just makes matters WORSE.

Picture this: The whole group are in a basketball competition on the beach/backyard of someone's house. Kickin's team are all struggling to keep up the energy. So, noticing this, Bobby brings in the idea for the ones not participating in the game to be the cheerleaders. That of course, one of them being Craftycorn. She declines the offer, once, twice, even so many times because she is too nervous to do such a thing. But once she decided to do it, all Kickin had to hear was "Uuuh... go team, go?" from Crafty and INSTANT WIN. INSTANTLY.

Let's all just agree that this is not looking-for-attention artist x looking-for-attention superstar.

Whenever there's a group activity, Craftycorn would usually invite everyone over to her house to do arts and crafts. She is somewhat of an art teacher for all her friends. That included Kickin, but due to his pride and wanting to heavily impress Crafty with his skills, he would deny any help and try to do EXTREMELY difficult art pieces. Which, obviously always ended up a crappy mess. Soon enough, when Kickin feels like giving up on his masterpiece and downright frustrated by not catching Crafty's interest, Crafty decides to step in and help him little by little. Soon enough, Kickin finds out that this is a much better way to catch Crafty's attention and finally enjoys doing something together.

Hoppy wouldn't leave him alone the moment she found out he liked Crafty. And the same thing would go for Craftycorn with Bobby.

Craftycorn, as a way to show her appreciation to others without saying words out, would usually go around and paste stickers to the things she likes. Now just imagine Kickin's shock the moment she begins to put stickers ALL around his body.

Craftycorn rarely gets angry at people, not because only is she soft-spoken, but she is rather very collected with her emotions. But when she gets ever so PISSED with people, she begins to regret it rather instantly. Sometimes she would lock herself in a room, and not come out for DAYS. This of course made Kickin very worried about her. Instead of going downright bursting into the door, he promises Crafty that he will be sitting at the other end until she is ready to come out. For a few bunch of minutes, there's a bit of a comforting silence until Craftycorn decides to open the door and let him inside. Now let's be honest, both of them are terrible at speaking their feelings out. Maybe Crafty is much more open about it, but it was clear she didn't want to make things worse than they already were, so they majorly only hold hands and stick together, the silence much more comforting than they thought it would be.

Let me make this easy for you'll to understand what I mean: Crafty + papercut = Kickin instantly falling into panic mode.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #kickinchicken #craftycorn #kickin chicken x craftycorn #craftycorn x kickin chicken #my headcanons #headcanon #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS!!!

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hope it’s not to late to request ! I’ve been looking / reading way to many separate aus , and I was wondering do you think our turtle due would act different (even as yanderes ) if their were raised by Draxum instead of splinter ? Bonus imagine if their fallen or grown attached to a human ? Since their whole purpose was to destroy humanity ? Sorry I’m rambling 🤣🀄️

(His face lmao)

You've come to the right place! I love writing/discussing any type of theory, so if you need to ramble we can ramble together~

I made this a romantic one so it's even more controversial, but the first part is nothing but a theory on Draxy and his psychotic children.

Tw: murder, and in the crazy part kidnapping, brainwashing, forced mutation

Turtles if they were Raised by Baron Draxum

So, Lou Jitsu escapes without the turtles, and Draxum rescues them instead.

His goal is to use them to destroy humanity, but they're babies. He realizes that he has to wait for them to grow up a little before he can even start to train them (he tried but babies can understand only so much at a young age).

He involuntarily becomes a father and now has 4 sons. He does all the necessities but he is not keen on the emotional part of raising children. One of the reasons is how socially awkward this mf is. He might play with them a little but is cringing the entire time.

Once they're a little older than toddlers, he'll start training them, showing them the basics of martial arts and weaponry. Eventually, he notices that Donnie has an interest in science so he gradually develops his interest into a passion. He sees a lot of himself in our purple boy so he's much closer to him than his brothers.

By their pre-teens, he's introducing them to their mystic weapons and lets Donnie tinker with his (Draxum would never admit but he actually loves bby so much). When he does so, Raph gets some attention now because he shows up to training on time and is very skilled in the arts. Which turns into him teaching Raphie more advanced things than the other brothers.

As they turn into their teen stage, he's actually attached to all 4 boys. He's not as expressive in words but maybe through actions. He challenges Leo's jokes and psychological skills, as he has a hard mind barrier himself. Will place expensive art supplies in Mikey's room and lies that it was one of the servants who left them there.

He may be a villain, but we all know he's not heartless. He's just a nerdy dude who has horrible social anxiety.

Throughout their entire childhood, he tells them stories about humans and how bad they are, which engraves into their heads that all humans are bad. He gives details that they will tear up all yokai and those alike, scaring them in the process.

So as expected, they hate humans.

Finally, Draxum lets them go out and do their first killings of humans. Not without packed lunches with a note that says "From Father" with a horrible drawing of him on the side though (his gargoyles drew it). As the four roam the city, they take note that some aspects of the human world are nice, but the vermin that rule it are disgusting.

Then well, the murder happens.

They don't do it all at once, but rather a gradual increase as the days go by. They bring home the bodies to their "Papa", eager for praise.

Draxum will be unsatisfied but knows to wipe out the human race. it's the better method. He gives head pats and maybe a sticker or two (Mikey and Raph love them).

Ok, now the controversial romance.

But then one day the turtles meet a human while they were messing with things at Albertoland.

At first, it's aggression but slowly turns into indifferent behaviour. They realize the human isn't so bad and is an exception to all the other ones out there.

Coincidentally, the group meets them again, and something happened in their hearts.

Not crazy:

✦Raph✦

Is conflicted.

All his life he's been told humans are monsters who mercilessly murder yokai and similar species. So when a human is kind to him he wants to run away.

As you become closer friends, a crush starts to develop but the feeling of escaping grows stronger.

So he does the unimaginable and tells his papa about the troubles he's facing.

Draxum, who is flabbergasted, immediately assumes the worst.

"Raphael, do you not see the problems that could arise? What if you end up being hurt by them?!"

"But Papa, they haven't even tried to hurt me! They took me to a shop to go buy plushies and ordered human pizza for me!"

Draxum dearly loves his son but loving a human? He didn't raise his son to do such a thing!

After a tense relationship for a while, Draxum asks Raph to bring you over to the palace/lair for judging.

When you enter, it's silent, and all the brothers stand beside their father, eyes staring in curiosity. Mikey doesn't mind it all, as he always believes you shouldn't judge someone based off of stereotypes. Leo is indifferent, just being his gay little self. Donnie, however, is offended, betrayed even. Compared to the other bros, he's always stuck to Draxum's views and never doubts him at all, so seeing his eldest brother in love with a beast like you is horrifying to him.

After a long discussion and an awkward family dinner, they accept you. Draxum is cold at times but doesn't treat you ill (Donnie still complains to him at times. A son must rant to his father in times of need).

You get a happy big boy who gives you many hugs and kisses. Could be considered a helicopter with how fast his tail wags.

✦Leo✦

Honestly does not give a fuck.

Sure, other humans are bad, but you aren't. So, he's gonna live his life how he wants. He knows your kindness is genuine, as he can detect any lies or deceiving tricks from all the training he's gone through.

Asks you out to go to the Hidden City (reminder that only Baron thought humans are bad, not the other yokai). Shows you his favorite shops and ends up running into Draxum...Who is certainly not pleased.

"Oh. Hey Dad! Just um, on a date and buying a few things!"

"Leonidas. What are you doing with a human?"

You're immediately teleported to the fortress and tied up by purple vines. Meanwhile, Leo's getting a heavy scolding from his father.

The other three turtles walk in and it's just chaos from there.

Mikey will try to poke you, wanting to satiate his curiosity. Raph is telling him to stop while holding back a feral Donnie (he's extremely loyal to Draxum it's almost concerning)

Soon Leo gets pissy and argues with Draxum until the yokai realizes there's no point in arguing as it will only drain his energy.

You guys are just jumping for joy, along with Mikey.

✦Donnie✦

Hates his feelings.

He hates that he's in love with you, he hates that you're so kind, and he hates how fuzzy and warm you make him feel.

We know how when he's with Splinter he's not as close with him as the other brothers are, most likely because Splinter isn't too interested in his passions. But in this AU, Donnie is super attached to Draxum because ever since he was young his parent has expanded his love for science and understands his love for the subject.

So anything in the way of his father's and even his views is a threat. He admits he has feelings, but you are a human, you can't be with him.

Leo, Raph, and especially Mikey have to convince him to take the chance. It's difficult though because again, Donnie loves his father dearly.

If they manage to convince him, then the first thing he does is tell Draxum. He will not betray him any further and come out clean right away!

"Father...I harbour romantic feelings for a human."

"...What?"

Draxum is surprised more than anything, as Donnie has always completely believed the same things he has. He knows he wouldn't do such a foolish thing without some justification so he sits and listens to him.

Donnie doesn't confess without coming prepared. He presents videos, data from lie detectors, and even records of your background.

Draxum believes him and doesn't say much. He loves his little scientist.

(Honestly though, I think Donnie's daddy issues would be so much better if he had Draxum as his dad rather than Splinter)

✦Mikey✦

Treats it like it's the most normal thing ever.

Tells his brothers and Draxum. Leaves and goes straight to you.

No one can stop him, he pays no mind to anything.

"Son, why are you in a relationship with a being that brings harm to our kind?"

"Cuz' I love them and they're so nice~"

He travels with you in the human world, amazed at everything.

Invites you to family dinners without even taking note that his brother and father absolutely resent you.

Over time they treat you like family since there's nothing else they can do.

Draxum gets annoyed often but just huffs and goes back to his experimenting (he's dragging Donnie with him as the boy literally does not want any humans in his home).

Randomly pops to your house with yokai pizza and yokai food in general.

Holy shit this post is long.

Crazy:

✦Raph✦

Gets clingier as times go by and when he can't stand it anymore he kidnaps you.

It's not just some room either, it's a whole ass house in Draxum's lair.

Cuddles you while knowing very well he's killing other humans outside your encasement.

If his family finds out he's going to say he's curious of your kind and is observing how you live (which is a lie).

You become one of his plushies in a sense.

✦Leo✦

Manipulates you into thinking the human world is horrible while glorifying the yokai world.

Might even convince Draxum that you could be used as a weapon so that he can keep you all to himself.

If you even speak about your life in the human world he's going to say how you don't need to go back on those memories.

You're basically brainwashed into believing that humanity has betrayed you and that you should stay where you are loved: with him right in his arms.

✦Donnie✦

Does not hesitate to try and turn you into a mutant. Then does he introduce you to his family.

Will give you a harsh glare if you speak of your past life with humanity. They are vermins, you are not to speak of them.

If you keep it up he might be inclined to force memory loss.

Probably the most unhinged and coldest of the four.

After he successfully mutates you, he might even introduce the idea of mutating all of humanity instead of wiping the entire race out.

✦Mikey✦

Starts to preach about you to other yokai, and his family, wanting to change their views for you at least.

Doesn't stop following Draxum's orders to murder humanity.

With each body that drops, there is a heart or note left behind.

Doesn't deprive you of human culture at all. Maybe even tries to popularize it.

Will be flooded with bloodlust if you reference someone else that isn't him (in a loving way I mean).

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Um...

That was really long.

BUT I LOVED WRITING IT AHHH

I JUST LOVE THEORIES SO MUCH

Ok I'll go to bed now.

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #baron draxum #rottmnt au #raph #leo #donnie #mikey #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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delopsia · 1 year

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i’m so afraid i’m bugging you (and everyone really unless specifically asked) incase y’all have other things (works, ideas) going on when i’m like 🤔💭 “i’m wondering about these unwritten details…” 💐👀💐 that being said… do you have any thoughts about what robby and reader thought of rhett’s room the first time they saw it?

Nahhh, you could never bug me 💃🌻 I have a lot of fun elaborating on details, and they make for such good warmups, too t.t Coincidentally, I was literally planning a scene with Robby and Reader in Rhett's room when you sent me this 😭

I get the feeling that both Robby and Reader already know what it's going to look like. Rhett doesn't notice it, but he has a certain theme that he carries. Always wears plaid, usually brown if he can help it, and they've both heard Cecelia gripe about how messy her son's room is. So when they actually get to step into it, they're both of the thought of, "This is exactly what I pictured in my head."

Here's a short little drabble 💃 because I loved the way this scene played out in my head

"I should have gotten us a hotel in Vegas."

Next to you, Bob sighs, loud and dramatic, as he reaches out to rest his hand on the nape of Rhett's neck, massaging his fingers into the flesh there, "Sugar, you're afraid of major cities."

But Rhett just can't quit looking at his bedroom door like it's an oncoming freight train, palm still glued to the old door handle. Whatever confidence he harbored while he led you up the stairs melted away the moment he reached for it. There one moment and gone the next.

"You've seen our bedrooms," you murmur, and even though you're trying to keep your tone low, it still echoes down these ancient hallways, "it can't be that much worse than ours."

"It's not like you have an obnoxious collection of soda cans and banana stickers," Bob's reminder comes hesitantly like he's trying to forget the memory of his childhood bedroom as well.

Unlike Rhett's bedroom, Bob's has been practically abandoned since the day he turned eighteen, a museum for all of his past interests. If he'd remembered the improperly cleaned can collection and assortment of banana stickers on the mirror, he probably would have gone through that bedroom with soap and a trash bag before you and Rhett saw it.

The doorknob squeaks as Rhett turns it, and slowly, he pushes the door open.

Brown. That's the first thing you notice.

If you hadn't known it was Rhett's favorite color, to begin with, and that he absolutely adores plaid patterns, you do now. From the curtains to the bed skirts, the blankets, and the shirts hanging from the coat rack, it's all varying shades of brown plaid.

And it is exactly how you pictured it.

"This is what you were afraid of letting us see?" Bob's voice is lighter now, airy as he ruffles Rhett's unruly hair.

It's hard to miss the way Rhett's tense shoulders finally drop back into their usual position, "'ts a fuckin' mess."

"It's a cute kind of messy," you find yourself saying as you step past the threshold. There's a faint vanilla scent in the air, barely noticeable, and you get the feeling he lit a candle before you and Bob got here. "It's exactly how I pictured it in my head."

That gets Rhett's attention pretty easily, "what gave it away?"

Bob hums, "You and plaid go together hand in hand," and then, nodding his head toward the ancient laptop lying on the bed, circa 2009, "it also helps that we can see most of your room during those video chats."

The tips of Rhett's ears turn fire-engine red, "oh."

They only turn redder when you ask if that's his baby blanket in the corner.

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Part 3

part 2, part 1, ao3

It was 7:31, and Eddie was nowhere to be found. Steve peeked out the blinds once again to confirm that Eddie’s van hadn’t pulled up since the last time he checked less than a minute ago.

He hadn’t gotten any texts from Eddie about being late, and Eddie did have his number. Their text chain with his strangely chosen emojis and overuse of ellipsis proved it.

Was he being stood up? Did it still count as being stood up if it wasn’t technically a date?

He checked his phone again. 7:32. No new messages.

He was overthinking things. Eddie was probably stuck in traffic, and just being a safe driver by not updating Steve. He would show up.

7:33, Steve checked the blinds again. He was going to go crazy doing this. He could just tell. Already, the little Steves inside his head were running around, hurling themselves at the walls of his brain and contemplating setting fire to the filing cabinets that held all the information he knew about Eddie.

Steve flung himself over the back of the couch. Guess it didn’t matter if his hair got messed up. It looked like he wasn’t going to be going anywhere tonight. Might as well start boiling some water to make mac and cheese for one.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Steve bolted to his feet. All thoughts of despair dissolved as he made his way to the door, running his fingers through his ruined hair. Just before he opened the door, he took a look in the mirror his mom had hung in the entryway. He could definitely tell that he had landed directly on his hair when he flopped on the couch, but he chalked that up to knowing what it had looked like before his wallowing. To anyone else, he looked fine. He didn’t want to look fine. He wanted to look stunning. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

He took a deep, grounding breath, and opened the door.

He deflated. Standing on the doorstep was none other than Chrissy Cunningham.

“Hey, Steve . . . oh, are you okay?”

His disappointment must have been evident on his face. He forced a bright smile. Chrissy was always the friendly ray of sunshine type of girl. She didn’t deserve to deal with any of his moodiness. “Yeah, I’m okay. I was just expecting Eddie.”

Chrissy’s brow furrowed. “He told me he texted you that I was coming. His engine won’t start, so I offered to drive all of us.”

Steve opened up the text chain between him and Eddie. He had no new messages since that afternoon.

Eddie: Can’t wait for tonight! *water gun emoji* *creepy, dead-eyed smiley face emoji*

Steve: Prepare to get your ass beat

“I didn’t get any texts.” Steve showed Chrissy his phone screen.

“That’s strange. Maybe he forgot to press send. He does that sometimes.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Steve hadn’t realized that Chrissy and Eddie were so close. Playing laser tag together was one thing. She could be friends with any of the guys in his band. But close enough to be familiar with his text patterns?

Jealousy began to gnaw at his insides. Were the two of them dating? Was his reading of Eddie wrong? Was he not gay? Did Eddie have a crush on Chrissy?

Steve scolded himself for being biphobic. Of course, Eddie could be interested in Chrissy and still like boys. He was interested in Eddie and still found girls attractive. Besides, Eddie had every right to be into Chrissy. It wasn’t like he and Steve were an item, no matter how many daydreams Steve had that they were.

“So, you ready to go pick up Eddie, or are you just going to keep staring off into space?”

“Right, sorry,” Steve shook the fog of jealous thoughts away. “Let’s go.”

Steve should have expected that Chrissy drove a mom car. Perfect for toting her cheerleader friends to and from games. It made sense. He didn’t know why he had assumed it would be some sort of vanity car. Probably had something to do with the resentment he still held for people like Tommy and Carol and Billy and the Carver brothers.

It was really nice inside. She had put some pastel pink and glittery stickers on the visors and the dashboard. A little disco ball hung from the rearview mirror. She even had one of those flower-shaped vent clips from Bath and Body Works that was emitting some sort of mouthwatering peachy fragrance.

One of the stickers caught his eye. Hope pulsed through him. “Chrissy, are you a lesbian?”

“Hmm?”

Steve pointed to the lesbian pride flag sticker stuck next to the glove box.

“Oh, yes. Sorry, I thought it was common knowledge.”

“Guess I missed the announcement.”

“Wasn’t so much of an announcement as it was a rumor my dick ex spread around school after I dumped him. I didn’t even know I was a lesbian at the time, but because of the rumor, I started to think about my identity more. Which led me to realize he was right.” Chrissy said it all so matter-of-fact like she wasn’t bothered by her ex unintentionally outing her anymore.

If it had happened to him, Steve would have definitely started beef with the person who outed him. Maybe even some sort of long cold war that would have lasted at least five years after graduation. Maybe longer. Probably longer. It shed light on how much better of a person Chrissy was. Still.

“What a dick,” he replied as she pulled out of his driveway.

She snorted. “Absolutely.”

The two continued to make conversation as they drove across town to Eddie’s. Steve asked her about school and cheerleading and her parents and her dating life. Turned out, they had quite a lot in common. Chrissy was just as passionate about cheerleading as he had been about basketball. Her parents, specifically her mom, had outrageously unrealistic expectations for her that were claimed to be born out of wanting the best for her. Steve had scoffed at that. For him, it was his dad, and he knew that it was more about the image of the parents than genuine care about their kid’s happiness.

The topic that interested him the most by far was her dating life. Like Steve, she had been dating around (as much as she could, what with them living in Bumfucknowhere, Indiana, and the supply of sapphics was abysmal), but hadn’t been able to find exactly what she was looking for.

“It’s starting to feel like I’m never going to find anyone,” she lamented. “Which, I know, is absolutely crazy. After all, I’m only seventeen, and I have so much more time to find the right person. But date after failed date, it’s starting to feel . . .”

“Hopeless?”

“Exactly!”

“I get it. I feel that way too, and my dating pool is twice the size of yours.”

“Bragger.”

He chuckled at that. It was the kind of quip Robin might say. A lightbulb went off in his head. “Do you know Robin Buckley?”

Chrissy pressed her lips, forehead scrunching up in thought. “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t say I do.”

“She’s kind of hard to miss. Short brownish blonde hair. About a million freckles. Plays trumpet in the band. Doesn’t know when to shut up.”

Steve watched as Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I think I know who you’re talking about. She wears all those rings and doodles on her Converse.”

“That’s her!”

“She’s cute,” Chrissy said in a softer voice, almost like she was afraid to admit it out loud.

“The cutest,” he agreed. “And she’s a total nervous wreck around girls, so she’s helplessly single. You'd have to make the first move.”

“Are you trying to set me up?”

“Depends. Are you interested?”

“Maybe.”

They rolled to a stop in front of Eddie’s trailer, finding the man himself waiting for them on the porch steps. Eddie snubbed out his cigarette and leaped to his feet. Chrissy unlocked the car doors, so he could take his place in the back seat.

“I thought I had permanent shotgun privileges,” he whined as he shuffled to the middle of the bench.

“Not anymore. Steve’s setting me up with Trumpet Girl.”

“Steve knows Trumpet Girl?”

“Trumpet Girl?” Steve asked, ignoring Eddie’s question. “You have a nickname for Robin?”

Chrissy blushed and shrunk in on herself. “I may have been checking her out all year. I really only see her at pep rallies and games, so I never learned her name.”

“So, Steve gets permanent shotgun privileges now because he’s setting you up with someone? Didn't I set you up with Jeff’s cousin and my physics lab partner?”

“You did, but you also didn’t text Steve that I’d be picking him up tonight, which was very rude of you.”

“What? I did too text him!” Eddie unlocked his phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Yeah, see. Here it is.”

Steve took the phone from him. He had certainly sent the text to “Steve;” however, examining the previous texts and opening the contact for “Steve” instantly cleared things up. “You sent this to the wrong Steve.”

“What?” Eddie took the phone back from him and deflated. “Shit, I texted Steve the owner of the Hideout, not Steve ‘the hair.’ Fuck.”

Steve watched in amusement as Eddie sent out a quick apology text to the other Steve.

“You’ve really got to start paying more attention to who you’re texting,” Chrissy scolded. “I keep getting texts from you that are clearly meant for Gareth or Jeff. And we don’t even have similar names!”

“Sometimes I’m texting multiple people, and I get confused! Not my fault phones are difficult.”

“They’re really not.”

“They are too. Steve, back me up.”

Steve, who had been staring out the window, watching as they left Hawkins, glanced between Chrissy and Eddie. “Well, I understand the whole Steve/Steve thing, but the previous texts should have clued you in that it wasn’t me you were texting.”

Eddie squawked in protest.

“But,” Steve continued. “While the texting multiple people at the same time thing is also understandable, you should still be double-checking who you are texting before pressing send.”

“Chrissy, pull over. I’m going to walk.”

“Quit being a sore loser. You know we’re right.”

Eddie pulled at his seat belt like he was trying to take it off but had forgotten how. “Pull over!”

Chrissy rolled her eyes as she turned them into a parking lot. “Quit whining, we’re here.”

Eddie figured out how to unlock his seat belt, and was already storming out of the car.

Chrissy shook her head, shooting Steve an exasperated look. “Why do I even put up with him?”

“I don’t think I have an answer for you,” he grinned back.

Eddie and the Corroded Coffin guys were already waiting in the lobby by the time he and Chrissy entered the building. It was one of those arcade/bowling alley/laser tag places that also had a sports bar and a pizza parlor. It was . . . a lot to take in. Neon lights flashed over the fluorescent blue confetti-speckled carpet. Kids were running around screaming their heads off, and the people their age were no better. The whole place smelled like pizza dough and body odor.

It took Eddie placing a hand on Steve’s elbow to realize he was being talked to. Even then, it was hard to focus on his words, what with his skin tingling at the contact.

“Steve, this is Gareth, Jeff, and Grant. Guys, this is Steve.”

“We know.”

“Why is he here, again?”

“He is here to play laser tag with us. I know our stance on preps, but Steve is actually pretty cool. So no fighting.”

Steve knew he had been kind of a bitch in high school, but he didn’t realize he had been bad enough for these guys to stare at him like he was a dead, bloated rodent on the sidewalk. If he was honest, he couldn’t even remember any of them. So, maybe he did say something nasty to one of them, but he was nowhere near as bad as Billy and Tommy had been. At least, he hoped he hadn’t been.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I ever said anything to you guys in high school.” Better to apologize right off the bat. Get rid of any bad blood right off the bat. “I’m not going to excuse my past behavior, but I am trying to do better.”

“Damn it, Harrington,” Jeff exclaimed. “You’re going to make me feel bad for when I beat you at laser tag.’

“What?”

“I’m not,” Gareth chimed in. He glanced at Steve. “Just a heads up, we’re going to be taking our resentment for you and your jock buddies out on you tonight.”

“Hope you’re good at dodging,” Grant said.

“I’m confused,” Steve looked to Eddie and Chrissy for help.

“I may have told them they could be on a team together, so they can all go after you,” Eddie said.

“What?”

“The people you hung out around in high school were really awful to them. This was the only thing I could think of to keep them from leaving once I told them you were joining.” Eddie shrugged, giving him a what-can-you-do look. “Besides, you, me, and Chris can be on the same team.”

Steve was a bit disappointed. He had been hoping to go toe to toe against Eddie. To have all of Eddie’s wild energy directed at him and solely him . . .

However, if it made Eddie’s friends comfortable, he could suck it up.

They strapped themselves into their vests (Gareth, Jeff, and Grant on the green team, and Steve, Eddie, and Chrissy on the blue team), and just barely paid attention to the bored-looking employee as he explained the rules. The employee had Gareth, Jeff, and Grant go into the arena first, making Steve, Eddie, and Chrissy wait behind to give the others time to get to their base.

“Game plan: me and Steve will go after the guys’ base, while Chrissy protects ours.”

“What! We always make the new guy guard the base. Why do I have to?”

“Chris, you sprained your ankle.”

“That was weeks ago!”

“And you’re still limping,” Eddie pointed out. “You shouldn’t be running around. It’ll put more strain on it, while you’re still trying to heal.”

“I’m fine!” Chrissy protested.

“Chris,” Eddie put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. “If you injure yourself even more, you’ll have to sit out of cheerleading for the rest of the season. You don’t want that, do you?”

She huffed. “No.”

“Then stop trying to push yourself. We all already know you’re a badass at this. You have no one to prove yourself to. Right, Steve?”

Steve hadn’t seen Chrissy play yet, but he did recognize this type of self-destructive behavior. There had been many nights where Robin had been on one obsessive deep dive or another, where he had to practically drag her to bed because she claimed she didn’t need sleep to function. He remembered when Max had broken her leg skateboarding, and insisted that she didn’t need crutches. It had taken the whole party--as the kids deemed themselves--to convince her to use them. Even then, it had been Will's offer to paint flames and skulls on her crutches to get her to relent. So, Steve knew how to be persuasive when it came to others taking care of themselves.

“You’re like the scariest one out of all of us. We need you on the base to prevent the guys from even wanting to approach it.” He didn’t actually know if she had an intimidating bone in her body. However, he was friends with Nancy Wheeler, and she didn’t seem all that terrifying until you crossed her. Then, she was an absolute menace. He could envision this sweet girl in front of him being the same way.

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I’m only agreeing so I don’t miss any more cheer practice.”

“That’s the spirit,” Eddie said as the worker motioned for them to enter the arena.

Generic upbeat battle music poured out of the speakers, neon lights flashing to the beat. Steve gripped his gun as the three of them entered the arena. Chrissy disappeared to where their base was set up in the corner of the room, while Steve and Eddie hid behind foam pillars nearby.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he watched the countdown on his gun’s little screen. He itched to start running and shooting at anything that moved. He had to temper that instinct down, though. He needed strategy, otherwise, he would spend most of the game waiting for his vest and gun to recharge.

The countdown reached one and the music intensified, signaling the game had begun.

Steve was off. He ducked and wove between the large foam structures, shooting anyone in a green vest. Oftentimes, the other guys hadn’t realized he had been there until after they had been shot.

He was good. He knew he was good. However, he wasn’t the greatest. There were a few times when he had been so focused on pursuing Gareth, he didn’t even realize Jeff was aiming at him.

Eddie, though . . . Eddie was a god. Turned out, that competitive spirit of his wasn’t reserved only for Mario Kart. For most of the game, he didn’t even see the other man. He had to assume Eddie was attacking Grant and his team’s base. There had been plenty of opportunities for him to do so, while Steve was preoccupied with Gareth and Jeff, who seemed to be keeping their word in taking out their resentment on him.

He wondered if Eddie had known they would be more focused on going after Steve than the actual game. He wouldn’t put it past him. They were his friends, after all. He knew their moves probably as well as Steve would know Robin’s.

Could that be why Eddie had been so adamant about Chrissy guarding the base instead of Steve? Even if Chrissy was a beast at laser tag, Gareth and Jeff’s goal would still be shooting Steve as much as possible. If he had been positioned near the base, surely they would take shots at it as well just because they were there. But with Steve nowhere near the base, they seemed to have forgotten all about it.

It was honestly kind of genius. Steve suddenly got why the kids had sung his praises for his dungeon whatever-ing skills. The type of planning that move took and doing it behind Steve and Chrissy’s backs? He knew that had Eddie told him that he was going to be used as bait, Steve would have objected. He wasn't proud to admit that he still had that jock need to be the one who won the entire game. He wouldn’t have liked the idea of just being the distraction.

The whole plot was impressive.

Steve ducked behind a foam tower to catch his breath. Eddie’s friends weren’t joking around. They were really out to get him. And they were good at it too. He was glad their bullets were just beams of light and not paintballs.

Rapid footfalls approached him. Steve readied his gun. As soon as he saw movement, he began shooting. It wasn’t until the vest’s light blinked out, that Steve recognized that mop of frizzy black hair.

“Shit, Stevie.”

“Sorry,” he grimaced.

“You know you’re supposed to shoot the other team, right?” Eddie jested. At some point, he had swept his hair up into a messy bun, and, admittedly, it was really doing it for Steve.

“I got excited.”

Eddie’s blue vest powered back up. “I can tell. We should take a break after this before the next round. Catch our breaths and get some pizza.”

At the mention of food, Steve noticed how empty his stomach was. He had been so concerned about spending time with Eddie and what Eddie’s friends thought of him, he hadn’t realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch.

“Yeah, that sounds—“

Eddie’s brow furrowed, and suddenly Steve was being shoved aside. The sound of someone’s vest getting shot went off behind him.

“Fuck!” Gareth shouted.

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder to sneak up on me, Gare-Bear.”

That was—that was probably the hottest thing that had ever happened to Steve. He hadn’t even heard Gareth's approach. Could that be due to some sort of super sonic vampire hearing ablities? And Eddie had pushed him out of the way to keep him from being shot? He struggled not to swoon.

Gareth ran off to find cover before his vest powered back up.

Eddie shot him a wink. “Continue this later?”

Before Steve could respond, Eddie was on Gareth’s tail.

Steve needed to control himself. To get his head back in the game. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by a pretty boy and lose the game for his team.

He needed to be the distraction.

Steve ran out into the middle of the arena, where there was less coverage from the foam walls. He quickly spotted Eddie pursuing Gareth. Grant, as he suspected, was vigilantly guarding the green team’s base. Grant was too focused on protecting the base from Eddie, that he didn’t notice Steve was in his line of sight.

All that remained was Jeff.

Judging from the zapping noises from the laser guns to his left and what could only be described as a feminine battle cry, Jeff was trying to go after the blue team’s base.

“Oh, come on!” Jeff shouted as Chrissy shot his vest.

Chrissy really must be a beast at this, Steve smiled to himself.

Focus, Steve. He needed to draw the other boys’ attention to himself, so Eddie could go after the green team’s base. However, he couldn’t be too obvious about it, otherwise, they may forget their vendetta against him for the greater goal of winning the game.

A light bulb went off in his head. He knew just what to do.

Steve ducked back behind one of the foam pillars like he hadn’t just been out in the open. Besides, it gave him more room to work with.

With a deep breath, Steve took off running back through the middle of the room. With the grace of someone who has never acted in their life, he forced himself to trip over nothing, letting out a manly (Steve would like the record to show that it was indeed manly and guttural, and definitely not at all high-pitched) cry and accidentally hitting his knee on the way down. He winced. That was definitely going to bruise later.

It was worth it, though. Suddenly, three laser guns were firing at him. Gareth and Jeff swarmed him. Even Grant was abandoning his post in order to attack him.

Steve struggled back up to his feet. He needed to lead the boys further away from both bases. He’d also like to have a moment of reprieve from getting shot at so he could shoot back.

He ran off to the right to take cover behind one of the foam structures. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie at the green team’s base, shooting up at the target on the ceiling.

Pride bloomed in his chest. His plan had really worked.

His vest and gun powered back up. He took a peak around the corner and saw the three boys hiding behind other foam structures, waiting to attack.

Steve readied his gun. Time to finish this thing.

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Eddie let Steve claim shotgun on the ride home. After all, he had played a key role in their victory. It was the least Eddie could do.

Their team ended up winning both games the six of them played; however, that second game was won by an incredibly close margin. It seemed that Eddie’s friends had gotten out all their aggression toward Steve during the first game, so they were much more focused on winning than on high school drama after that.

Eddie would be lying if he said he hadn’t been nervous about tonight. Not only had he been spending time with Steve for the first time without the kids around, but he was introducing him to his friends. He had been so worried over how that would go down, he had barely been able to drink any of his mid-afternoon blood.

Turned out, he had been worried for nothing. Steve and his friends had gotten along great. Hell, Steve and Grant had even had several friendly competitions of Dance Dance Revolution while the group wandered around the arcade for the last hour of the night. (Steve had lost much more gracefully to Grant than the rest of the boys had the last few times they went against him in DDR. The man could go pro.)

When they pulled up outside of Steve’s house, Eddie tripped over himself as he scrambled to open Steve’s door and walk him up to his front door like this had been a date or something. He knew it wasn’t a date. He knew that Steve knew this wasn’t a date. He had been hoping that had he been able to drive Steve like he had wanted to it would've felt like it could be a date. At the very least, he'd hoped that tonight would lead to a date. Maybe even a chaste goodnight kiss. But with Chrissy waiting in the car, that last part didn’t seem achievable. However, that didn’t mean that the night would end without plans for an actual date.

Why were his palms so sweaty?

He'd never been this pathetic around people he had feelings for. There was just something about Steve that made him nervous, and nothing made Eddie nervous. So what gives?

“Well, this is me,” Steve joked. If Eddie wasn’t mistaken, Steve looked almost as nervous as he felt.

“Nice place. It’s really . . . big.”

Steve snorted and ducked his head. “That’s what she said.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘That’s what she said,’” Steve repeated.

“Who’s she?”

“It’s a joke. You know, from The Office.”

“What office?”

“The TV show. Eddie, have you not seen The Office?”

“Oh, no. I have. I watched it when it first came out. Didn’t finish the first season. Wasn’t a fan.”

“Yeah, the first season is trash. I can’t believe you stopped there, though. It’s so good.”

Eddie shrugged. “Wayne and I don’t watch much TV. Most of the time when the television is on, it’s a sports game or a game show or reruns of Seinfeld.”

“So it’s mostly Wayne watching?”

“Pretty much.”

“That’s so depressing. We are in like a golden age of television, and you’re just missing it.”

Oh, here was his in. This is how he can score that date. Don’t fuck this up, Munson.

“Why don’t you do something about it.” Okay, not his best, but have you seen Steve? The fact that he was even able to string words together in his presence was an impressive feat.

“Maybe I will. You should come over sometime. I’ll show you introduce you to some shows.”

“What, like a date?” Please say yes. Please say yes.

Steve shrugged nonchalantly. “If you’d like.”

“Maybe I would.” Eddie bravely took a step forward into Steve’s space. They were close enough to be sharing air. Close enough to intimidate. To touch.

“How’s tomorrow night sound for you?” Steve’s eyes flicked down to Eddie’s lips.

Oh, boy. Maybe he was wrong. Looks like he will be getting that date and that goodnight kiss after all. Eddie’s nerves fluttered with anticipation.

“I’ll have to check my calendar,” he teased softly, leaning further into Steve’s personal bubble. “But I think I can make room for you.”

“Oh? You think?”

It was like a movie scene, the two of them moving in to kiss. Which was why it felt even more cinematic when Steve’s front door opened right as their lips were about to touch. The unexpected intrusion startled them so much that they jumped apart.

“Steven, where have you been?” The man at the door looked like an older, greyer version of Steve. Or, should Eddie say, an older version of his former classmate and ’80s high school bully, Richard Harrington.

Fuck, he forgot who Steve was related to. He was hoping that maybe by sheer dumb luck, Steve’s last name and physical similarities with Richard “the Dick” Harrington (as Eddie had liked to call him) were just a coincidence and the two weren’t actually related. Eddie should have known it wouldn’t be, though. He had never been the lucky sort.

Richard Harrington, seeming to forget his first question, squinted at Eddie. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”

Eddie didn’t know what to say. No one from his pre-vampire days had ever seemed to notice him post his blood-sucking transformation. He had spent decades counting on the assumption that everyone in this godforsaken town was too self-absorbed to realize they had an immortal communist metalhead in their midst. This town-wide narcissism had kept him safe. But mostly, it had made him bored.

Finally, things were getting interesting.

“The name’s Munson. Eddie Munson,” he said, clasping good ol’ Dick’s hand in both of his. “Steve and I went to school together.”

Steve stared at him with wide eyes, like he couldn’t believe that Eddie had used his real name to introduce himself to his former classmate. Eddie supposed he might have the same reaction had the roles have been reversed, but considering the confused expression that remained on Dick’s face, he didn’t have anything to worry about.

“You don’t happen to be related to an Edward Munson, do you?”

Well, maybe not, but he could play with that.

“I sure am. He’s–”

“He’s his uncle,” Steve cut him off. “Anyway, Eddie was just saying goodbye. Right, Eddie?”

Boo.

Steve shot him a look, begging him not to argue.

What a killjoy. Eddie couldn’t believe that this was the guy who caused his insides to flutter like he had swallowed a colony of bats. Where was the rebellious spirit? Where was the anarchist ideology? Had Eddie spent too much time in middle America that his type had turned into all-American boys?

Then again, the way Steve handled the toy laser guns spoke of something much more raw and rugged than what Eddie had come to expect from jocks. And the way Steve acted with the kids was vastly different than the way the Carver boys kicked the freshmen around. If anything, Eddie should be worried that his type had transformed into milfs, with the way Steve mothered those kids.

Another point against him, Steve strongly resembled the man–well, then teenage boy–who used to try to give him swirlies and “rough him up” behind the gym. Clearly, some wires must have gotten crossed. That, or he was more of a masochist than he thought.

“I didn’t think you’d be home until next week,” Steve said. Something about his tone told Eddie that he probably shouldn’t be here for the conversation that was about to be had. However, Steve had made no indications that he should leave, and Eddie, for once, was curious about ol’ Dick’s personal life. At least, how it involved his son.

“Your mom and I had to move up our flight,” Dick replied. “The weathermen were predicting a large storm, which might have delayed our flight for who knows how long. I have a meeting in the city I need to get to on Tuesday morning, and your mother insisted she could not reschedule her appointment.”

“Oh, okay.” Steve didn’t look at his father when he spoke.

Dick glanced between the two of them. “Well, don’t be out too much longer. You have a good night, um–”

“Eddie,” Eddie supplied.

“Right, Eddie.” With that, Dick went back inside, leaving the two of them alone again.

“We might have to reschedule tomorrow,” Steve said sheepishly.

“Or," Eddie drew out. "You could come to my place. Wayne’s going to be working the night shift, so we’d have the place to ourselves.”

Steve’s slow smile was dazzling. Eddie’s stomach flipped. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The two stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Eddie had a feeling that with Dick's interruption, he wouldn't be getting that kiss like he thought he might. Oh well, he was still getting that date!

"I should probably . . ." Steve motioned to the door behind him.

"Yeah. Yeah!" Eddie nodded.

Steve blessed him with another smile. Oh, a guy could get used to that. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Stevie.”

Eddie watched Steve disappear inside. It took all of the strength he had to not skip back to Chrissy's car.

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insane4fandoms · 1 year

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Valentines headcanon Valentines headcanon! Can we please get a valentines headcanon with the crew?

Guess who was dying because they were sick for three days and missed a Valentines Day post, this guy :,)

As an Aroace, I -for some reason- LOVE Valentine’s Day (even though I joke about being disgusted by the holiday).

It’s just one of those moments every year where I watch and cherish those relationships and fascinated by the concept of falling in love in real life.

I know I could never actually love someone in a romantic way, but that doesn’t stop me from giving love, especially when my love language is cooking.

(LATE) ISWM Valentines General Headcanons

Mark

- Mark LOVES any kind of holiday, he always thinks it’s a great way to learn others’ cultures when celebrating and decorates the ship. He somehow managed to put a giant heart sticker on the outside of the ship-

- Makes cards for everyone on the ship, and don’t be surprised to see Captain getting the most from not only everyone combine, but 5 times more from Mark.

- He also gets more than cards for the leaders, and gives Chica the most affection (which is understandable)

Celci

- Doesn’t mind the fact Mark is going crazy for this holiday, but gets very flustered when getting anything from anyone.

- She just doesn’t expect to get one since she’s hard on a lot of crewmates, especially Mark, so she deeply appreciates that people see her as a good leader.

- She gets embarrassed when she’s gives gifts to others, especially to the leaders, because you know Mark and Gunther would tease her. If she gets a kiss from the Captain, then she fainted of the amount of blushing she experienced.

Gunther

- Gunther would 100% put heart stickers on his ADS machines. He treats them as children, and programs them to have their lasers be heart shaped.

- Is nonchalantly giving people cards, pretending it’s not a big deal, but when you give him a gift, he’ll excuse himself, turn to an empty room, and crumple to the floor while his face heats up.

- Tried to give Mack a big ol’ hug as a Valentine’s gift, didn’t work out well as Mack body slammed him (Just to remind you, Mack is very much incapable of having upper body strength, so Gunther just saw god that day)

Burt

- Love poems for DAYS. His heart is filled with passion when it comes to writing poems. Even made Mack cry (but don’t tell him I said that-)

- I headcanon Burt as someone who knits, and he’ll make those crochet stuff toys for everyone, whether it’s animals or a tiny version of people, he’s a master at crocheting.

- He has a box full of gifts from everyone, and has a special box just from the leaders. Whenever he feels a bit lonely, he checks box box and gifts, remembering that others care for him.

Mack

- Is not fond of Valentine’s Day, mainly because he got bullied as a kid for never having a Valentines. So it would make sense he wouldn’t be in a happy mood.

- When he actually got a gift, he was sure it was a joke, that someone was messing with him. But he eventually was convinced it was for him, and he cried.

- He sneakily gave everyone else cards, mostly because he doesn’t know who gave him his gift. If anyone suspects him in giving them a present, he’ll get very defensive about it.

Bonus!

Allu

- A human holiday that’s meant for love? Sign them up!! Mark would teach them all the customs of this interesting love event, and goes overboard.

- Allu Would wear color pallets, hang banners in their office, all the works! And don’t get me started on Allu looking to the holiday’s history, it’s a double score on finding out human culture.

- She’ll be like Mark and make cards for everyone, and if they get a gift in return, they will legit squeal so loud, it’ll break the windows again.

Bandit

- Doesn’t get why humans celebrate such a dumb holiday when you could just love everyone everyday, but when Captain gave her a card, bet your ass she’ll keep it.

- Gives others advanced weaponry as her way of giving, so don’t be surprised when you’re given a nuke by her. “It’ll make you think of me,” Thank you Bandit, we’ll remember you when the nuke melts our skin off.

- Of course she’ll give presents to Wug, they’re the best of friends, and Wug will give literal heart cookies. Also Bandit ate those cookies, don’t ask where Wug got the hearts from.

Wug

- Wug does not fully understand the concept, but Wug the one who- Like Allu- Goes extreme when celebrating. Chopped up cards, crushed chocolates, head of a space beast, all the things you’ll fall for.

- “WUG MADE HEART COOKIES!!” Cookies from literal heart meat. Wug means well, don’t worry, just eat it and Wug won’t get upset.

- Gets gifted a teddy bear the size of Wug, and it’s Wug’s best friend. Takes it everywhere, and thinks it’s real. Bandit and Allu think it’s cute, and don’t have the heart to tell Wug that it’s fake.

Chica

- Has no idea on what’s going on. But she loves the attention.

- People giving her love, gifts, and praising her? It’s all she ever wished for!

- She’s the ultimate good dog, and this holiday is her being treated as a god.

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm mack #iswm mark #iswm celci #iswm gunther #iswm burt #iswm allu minium #iswm bandit #iswm chica #iswm wug

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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(Request) Going to the cinema with slashers

Yo first requests???? (And thankyou 🙏)

This was fun and I spent way to much time on it but I'd say it's worth it 👌

Going to watch a movie with the slashers

All the usuals: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Sinclair brothers, ghostface, brahms heelshire, Freddy kruger, Thomas hewitt

Jason Voorhees

- Jason would want to watch a good'ol romantic comedy (bonus points if its a musical)

- so probably Hairspray (2007), a very heart warming feel good movie is just what he wants

- he will sneek in so many snacks for the both of you, and he'll get away with it cause what cinema security guard is gonna stop him?

- anytime he recognises a scene, actor, or line he will point at the screen (like that one meme)

- he'll be ok with talking here and there especially if it's fun facts about the movie

- will become addicted to the popcorn, but in his defence who wouldn't

- he will start watching movies more but only if your there to watch it with him <3

Michael Myers

- he likes his dramatic horrors, or anything that messes with your brain like a psychological thriller

- so any A24 film or the shinning, he likes to think he's got a real sophisticated taste in movies, he probably does

- I don't think he'd be a huge popcorn fan but he will enjoy seeking in candy and boy will he smuggle alot

- and yet he won't share it 😔, unless you two are close then he'll feel bad

- he will watch the movie in total silence and will cover your mouth anytime you try to speak

- he will listen to your ranting thoughts about the movie afterwards tho

Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair (its easierto just group them together)

- Lester he is a D.C and marvel fan, he loves all the original avengers and he does have a superman bumper-sticker

- Bo will watch any action or old Western (bonus points if its a comedy) (i dont watch those kinds of movies so idk what to suggest)

- vincent says he likes very sophisticated movies (mainly any movie with Leonardo DiCaprio) but he loves Disney, they're his comfort films (especially wall-E)

- they can never agree on a film so ur best bet is to pick one at random and go with it

- there's a movie theatre in Ambrose so u dont have to worry about trying to sneak stuff in

- Lester is a loud laugher who will throw popcorn at the screen when he dosnt like a scene

- Bo is normally quite but he'll nudge and smile at u when there's an inappropriate scene

- Vincent has alot of body language when watching movies, he'll lean closer when interested and pull back when frightened

- and afterwards they'll talk about the movie for the rest or the day, and refrence it through the week

Ghostface (billy and stu)

- they would want to watch a horror, any super gory movies with alot of cheep jump-scares

- so any of the other slashers films

- Billy won't eat any candy u try to sneak in but he'll still help, he would be more interested in popcorn which he will want to share with you

- Stu sees seeking in candy as a competition to see how much can u smugle in before your caught, he won't even eat it all in the end he just wants to prove he can

- Stu can't sit still for the life of him, he's gonna be laughing, crying, talking to you, poking you to get your attention only to say he needs to use the toilet real quick

- Billy knows the real show is watching Stu annoy you but he'll be upset if means he misses some big reveal or plot point

- afterwards Stu will compare you to the charters with a surprising amount of accuracy considering he was gone for most of the film

Brahms Heelshire

- he wants his Disney/ pixar films, he has the mind set of "if it's not animated I don't want to watch it"

- idk if he would leave the house to go to a cinema, but for the sake of this u were able to drag him out of his crusty manner

- he would try and sneak candy in but fail, the gaurds would notice and confront him but won't force him to give up the candy (Brahms is a scary man)

- he is very touchy when watching a movie, crying into your shoulder when sad, and shaking you violently when there's a twist

- but he's having the time of his life, this is all new grounds for him and he loves it

- but now u have to get him out of the cinema and take him home, this is the real challenge

Freddy Krueger

- man's likes his dirty movies, but he's also a perosn who appreciates the classics

- but he will turn down his horny for u and settle on 'the girl next door' (2004)

- he will point out every sexual innuendo and even make a few

- he is like a dad when watching a movie, he will ask so many questions that are explained if he just watches the film

- he will rat on u sneaking in candy so he isn't caught

- even with his own food he will steal yours

- after the movie he will forget everything that he just watched, is it just to annoy you? Is he just old? No one knows

Thomas Hewitt

- he would like studio ghibli, their movies are sweet enough to be comforting whiles being mature enough to not feel like a kids film

- he won't try to sneak in candy cause he's afraid of getting caught but he won't stop you (so make sure u bring enough for 2)

- he will really like popcorn and constantly getting up to get another box

- he would hush you if you try to talk throughout the film, he will feel bad but he does really just want to watch the movie

- afterwards he will more then happily listen to u gush over the film

- he will get emotional and while he won't openly cry he will hold your hand when it get close to it

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pippin-pippout · 4 months

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My Demon Finale + Final Thoughts

Ok My Demon was cute. I really appreciated that the last episode was mostly all wrapping things up. We got resolution on every character, each completed their arc or did what was natural for them.

We had just the right amount of angst for this story - the villains were scary, but not enough to turn this into more of a thriller than a romance, or to detract too much from the ultimately happy ending. Sure they were nice and twisted and messed up, following the well formulated pattern. I don't need anything more.

And I really did love the 'good guy' characters in this show - I never felt like any side was getting too much attention at the cost of another or of the story.

For like the first half of this show I thought her not-cousin (you know the smart one/second male lead) was gonna turn out to be evil. Like I was convinced that psycho-dad was just a distraction. I'm really happy I was wrong. Also thrilled to see him become absolute besties with Gu-won. In fact I am more thrilled than Gu-won is.

Similarly happy for sword-dance girl, who kept saying she was leaving to the point I was like 'then why haven't you?' and then when she's about to, she finds a reason (a real reason) to stay. I feel like she and psycho-dad's wife will do a lot of good for children in the future.

Seeing the son before his dad could completely destroy him was a somewhat formulaic choice, but it's a formula for a reason, and I did really feel for him. Even before that, I had hoped he would survive. everything and be able to heal. The writing/acting choices for his character were good in that, in most of his interactions with Do Do-He, I felt like something non-villainous was behind the curtain - even before the abuse was revealed. I couldn't tell if he liked her or was trying to warn her or was looking for her to save him, but I appreciated that the reveal that he wasn't the villain actually had some foundation. I'm glad he was posthumously cleared and that his mom will hopefully learn from this shit to help others.

Eunni with her two sons continue to be ridiculous, but harmless as always. A nice bow-tie comedic moment. Sure she was one of the 'bad guys' but they're always there, and considering the rest of her family, she honestly was the most normal. And I think the narrative did try to show that she was at least a good mom.

Ms. Shin and the past lives/aka Fuck You guy! They are so weird for each other and I love that for them. Not me though. Did not need more of their makeouts. I freaking loved Ms. Shin throughout everything though. Such a good balance of no-nonsense with compassion.

Our comedic relief third wheels - the PR trio and the dogs/parsnips - both fun. The ex-mob brows definitely won for me (they did have a dog). Every time Gu-won wouldn't acknowledge them my heart broke a little. Glad the writers understood that and gave us their happy ending.

I liked this portrayal of God. Very 'I don't know what the fuck is going on either but good luck' with a side of compassion rather than just dropping riddles and life lessons (those were learned along the way anyway). Felt more realistic.

And for the main couple, I'm happy we got to see their version of a silly fight, because couples fight, and that makes me believe their happy ending more (also so thankful to have a show with a demon main character have his love interest play hymns and prayers when they're arguing).

I really thought when Gu-won came back, he'd be human, and it'd be all 'perfect.' But I kind of love that he's a demon and the little-shitness of his character as a demon (yet is afraid of pissing off his wife who puts stickers on his demon manual). Also good for Do Do-hee having a demon on speed dial is useful af.

Anyway, they established that she'd continue to age and eventually die, and that it was ok because impermanence is what makes this, and every moment, so not insignificant. I felt like he would happily accompany her beyond when the time comes, but for the time being they're able to live knowing every second matters, the good and the bad, and be happy to have them.

A sweet show with a sweet ending; just what I needed tonight.

#my demon #song kang #kim yoo jung #jeong guwon #do do hee

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aceofshitposts · 2 years

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HERE WE ARE AT PART FOUR. this is twice as long as the other ones so uh sorry about that. or you’re welcome. one more part after this ;)

one two three

“So, I’m going to assume you’re not a civilian,” Jason says as he leads Tim down into the underground parking.

“I work with Bruce,” Tim hums. Jason hasn’t made any move to attack him, sure, but Tim isn’t sure how much he wants Jason to know. He never attacked his Tim, their relationship is so wildly different from Tim’s and his Jason… It feels almost cruel to consider telling him about it.

Surprisingly, Jason laughs, "that's a non-answer if I ever heard one, you’re definitely a Bat.” He grins at Tim, bright and cheeky just like the boy Tim used to watch for behind a camera lens.

It makes something ache deep inside Tim’s heart. He wishes the Jason back home could smile openly at him like that.

Jason leads him to a beat up looking grey Jeep, one that has several equally worn out looking stickers of various superhero logos stuck in the bottom right corner of the back window. Tim can’t help but feel thankful he brought a car and not a motorcycle, he’s not sure he would’ve survived a motorcycle ride clinging to Jason’s back.

“You said you didn’t expect this to happen to me? Well, Other Tim,” he says once he’s settled into the passenger side, taking note of the violently purple bat shaped air freshener hanging from the mirror. A gift from this universe’s Stephanie, no doubt.

Jason’s eyes flick towards him, just briefly, before focusing back on the midday Gotham traffic ahead of them. His hands tense around the steering wheel, just a little.

“No,” he says slowly, dragging out the word, “because so far it’s only happened to those of us in the business. Thought it was over, honestly, it’s been a few weeks since Steph and she was the only one it hadn’t happened to at that point.

“Every one of our visitors have been from different universes. We tracked it down to a magic user that Duke tangled with a few months back, Zatanna helped set us up with some magic doohickey to help get them home,” Jason says with a shrug. Tim watches the way the tendons in his wrist flex as he turns the steering wheel.

“What about you guys? Did you do a whole body swap?” Tim suddenly worries for Other Tim, potentially waking up in Tim’s nest surrounded by weapons and notes on his latest case. He wouldn’t know he needs to go to WE at eleven for a lunch meeting and when he didn’t show up, Tam would call him. And then call someone in the family if he didn’t answer and, hoo boy, that would be a whole ass mess to deal with.

“Thankfully, doesn’t seem like it,” Jason sighs, his grip easing off the wheel. “It’s just like being asleep the whole time, we just wake up after sending them home.”

Tim considers that. He’s relieved that Other Tim won’t have to contend with his schedule and… God, what if he’d gotten the bright idea to contact his supposed boyfriend? That would have gone over like a lead balloon. But then there’s this Jason, the way he sighed in relief when he said thankfully.

“You don’t want him to know, do you?” Tim tilts his head, catching Jason’s eyes when he glances over and raises an eyebrow. It’s interesting to watch, the way he tenses again in defence then deflates entirely under the weight of Tim’s scrutiny. Other Tim probably has a knack for getting his way.

“Steph thinks I should tell him,” he says eventually, stilted like he has to force the words from his throat. “It’s too dangerous. He’ll want to help. I can’t do that to him.”

That was the problem with dating civilians, wasn’t it? If you didn’t tell them it was a balancing act of trying to appear normal while also still living up to your vigilante expectations. People would always need saving. There were always cancelled dates, unexplained absences. The danger of a villain finding out and using them against you.

It was one of the reasons Tim’s romance with Bernard had crashed and burned, despite some of Tim’s best efforts.

“I guess you don’t have to worry about that.”

Huh?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, uh, I just assumed,” Jason says haltingly, eyes steadfast on the road and oh. He thought…

“No, my Jason doesn’t like me much,” Tim says before he can think better of it.

“I can’t imagine that.” Jason sounds so… So earnest when he says it. Like it’s some universal fact that he will always like Tim.

Tim doesn’t really want to get into the gritty details of his relationship with his Jason, or maybe rather his relationship with various sharp objects being held by Jason. Nowadays Tim was lucky to get a nod of acknowledgement the few times Jason had been forced to work a case with the rest of them. Tim had walked into the cave once when Jason and Dick were having a conversation and Jason had, quite obviously, made a hasty exit when it became obvious Tim wasn’t just passing through.

“It is what it is.” Tim shrugs. The idea that he and Jason could get along was nice, there was no denying that there was some part of Tim still held on to the hero worship of an eleven year old even after all these years. Tim also couldn’t deny that Jason grew up handsome, even when he was scowling at Tim. If it was a private fantasy of Tim’s that Jason and him could be friends, that was his business.

“If you say so. You’re being pretty cagey about it so I’ve gotta assume something happened between you two.” That was an understatement. “And I know we aren’t known for being the most upfront bunch, but maybe talk to him? You might be surprised.”

Tim scowls out the window, deciding to blame Other Tim for Jason’s ability to read him like a book. He stares out the window the rest of the trip up to the Manor, unwilling to divulge any more of his secrets to this perceptive and kind Jason.

“Hey, everyone, I brought Tim but don’t get too excited because it’s not our Tim,” Jason announces the moment he opens the front doors.

Despite Jason’s request to not get too excited, Stephanie is more than happy to ask Tim a hundred and one questions about his universe and tell him anything that comes to mind about this one. He learns a little more about them, she and Tim met in college. Stephanie introduced Jason to Tim about a year and a half ago and they had been history ever since.

“You should have seen him, he was so flustered he knocked his entire drink into Tim’s lap!” Stephanie howls, and judging from Jason’s red face, this is one of her favourite stories to tell.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Jason says with about as much authority as someone who looks like a tomato can muster.

“Yeah, yeah, you just don’t want to hear about how badass he is because you wanna keep our Tim in a bubble,” Steph whines, sticking her tongue out at Jason. Tim didn’t think it was possible, but Jason gets even redder.

“I’m not going to apologise for wanting to keep him safe.”

“You know, he doesn’t have to be in the field,” Tim says thoughtfully. “Steph, you said he took computer science, right? I’m a pretty accomplished hacker” – Tim makes sure to look Jason right in the eye – “you might be surprised.”

Jason huffs, stomping away to check on Bruce’s progress. Stephanie snickers, bumping their shoulders together. It seems they’re a team no matter the universe.

Sending him home is a rather anti-climatic process in the end. He’s staring at everyone gathered in the cave one moment, eyes lingering on the small smile and wave Jason is giving him and then –

Tim wakes up and doesn’t know where he is.

He blinks up at a high, high ceiling, then sits up to observe what looks like a medical bay that someone copy and pasted into a fucking cave.

He turns his head to the right and oh, thank god, Jason is here with him.

“Hey, Shutterbug, I’ve got something to tell you.”

#next time on this au: tim goes home #jaytim #shutterbug au #astrix writes #apologies to the person who wanted this to be a body swap 😅#it was more like a body borrow for a lil while sorry man #i'll have you all know i had multiple moments of panic because i couldn't remember if this was part three or four

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