#it was good for robin to have a free invitation to ask all this stuff tho..

[rebouks]

“What’re we doing here?”

Oscar shrugged casually, “Hanging out?”

Robin scoffed with what little joviality he could muster, “Yeah, right…”

Oscar paused and broke eye contact, staring at nothing in particular as Robin waited. It was usually fairly easy to ascertain the direction of a conversation before it even started, given that people tended to rehearse what they’d say beforehand, but not Oscar. His mind was simultaneously blank and fit to burst; he was making it up as he went along most of the time, but that was one of Robin’s favourite things about his father. It paved the way for genuine, on the fly honesty.

“Figured maybe you’d wanna talk-..” Oscar rubbed his temple, “Ask me whatever you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah-.. within reason.”

“Why’d you do it?” Robin blurted out; his eyes full of unbridled curiosity, though his father wasn’t looking at him.

“Willpower is a finite resource, y’know? I had a shitty day and I caved-.. didn’t really think about it all that much, to be honest.”

“What do you mean?”

Oscar sighed, backtracking slightly as he realised that wasn’t exactly the honesty he was going for. “Well, it’s not that you don’t think about it-.. I thought about not doing it a bunch of times, but the second I decided otherwise, I went on autopilot and got it over with as soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. Probably because thinking on it too hard is uncomfortable.”

“Where’d you go?”

Robin wouldn’t usually have to ask such a mundane question, but he’d struggled to fill in the blanks for himself. Oscar’s memories of the previous night were fuzzy and his thoughts sprawling.

“There.”

“The bar?”

Oscar nodded, still unable to meet his son’s gaze. “You remember it used to be a vet clinic, right? Your grandma ran it briefly, years ago-.. we lived in the flat above for a little while, when you were a baby.”

“I remember.”

Oscar sounded surprised. “You do?”

“Kinda-.. you’ve told me about it n’ stuff…”

Oscar shrugged a shoulder, supposing that’d make sense.

“You don’t have to feel so ashamed.” Robin ventured.

Oscar almost looked at Robin, though his gaze fell somewhere near his shoulder instead. How could a fourteen-year-old boy conjure such compassion? Such accuracy too. Shame.

Sometimes it felt as though he were talking to a man, not a boy. He was still a child, of course; arguing with his siblings over utter nonsense, playfighting, whinging about school and homework, leaving his dirty socks all over the place-.. but sometimes it felt like he understood much more than he should’ve. Oscar couldn’t imagine many people being so emotionally mature at thirty, never mind half as young.

“Dad…”

“I’m sure I’ll get over it-.. I always assumed I’d relapse at some point, but as the years went by, I guess I got complacent.”

“How’d it start? Like, did you just wake up one morning and realise it was an issue or..?”

Oscar shook his head slightly, running his thumb over his beard in thought. “Nah, it was slower, I just ignored it. I’d always been daft and over the top with stuff like that, partying n’ shit, y’know? It was like a crutch after a while though, and eventually, I needed it just to feel normal-.. went too far to feel nothing.”

Robin opened his mouth to speak, but Oscar wasn’t finished.

“You’ll probably get some stupid cop coming to your scout meetings or your school one day and they’ll stand there n’ tell you all about how drugs and alcohol are terrible or whatever, but it’s bollocks. Sure, they’re bad for you, but they feel good and that’s the problem. At least for me it was-.. is. It shouldn’t even be legal, really, not that it’d do much good if it wasn’t-.. it wouldn’t have stopped me, anyway.”

“I’d love to forbid you from going near it, but I’m sure you’ll all try it for yourselves one day. Maybe it’s just something to do, maybe it makes a boring night more fun, gives you the confidence to do something you’re scared of, talk to someone you’re shy around, I don’t know-.. you might hate it, you might not.”

“You hate that you still like it, don’t you?”

Oscar finally met Robin’s gaze as he nodded. “So much.” He wondered if he was making a mistake, being so open, but it was too late now and Robin had yet to balk or appear uncomfortable. If anything, he seemed concerned and intrigued, glad of the chance to ask whatever he wanted-.. not that he couldn’t usually, but the invitation was clearly welcome all the same.

“All your troubles just melt away, but they’re twice as bad when you wake up and doing it over again doesn’t solve much. It’s not the answer, Robin.”

“I know it’s not.”

Oscar’s frown softened as Robin slid beside him, threading an arm around his waist.

“You prefer being sober though, right?” he asked.

“Ah, that’s a loaded question…” Oscar sighed. “I prefer my life when I’m sober, but maybe a part of me will always crave that oblivion. It’s just something I have to live with.”

“Do you think you’ll do it again?”

“I don’t know, bud-..” Oscar admitted. “I’d like to say no but I don’t think I can make any promises, that’s not how it works.”

Robin nodded understandingly; he would’ve preferred it if his father could’ve made that promise, but a harsh truth was better than a hollow lie.

“They don’t mean much if you don’t keep em.” Oscar added.

“I get it-.. thanks for letting me ask you about it though, I know you’d rather keep it to yourself.”

“You’re still young but I know it’d drive you nuts otherwise. Besides, I don’t want it to feel like a dirty secret we can’t talk about, at least between us-.. might not wanna go telling all your friends your dad’s an alky though…”

Robin buried his face in the crook of Oscar’s shoulder and squeezed him tightly, desperate to convince his father that he didn’t think any less of him.

“Nah, they’re got enough ammunition.”

Oscar couldn’t help but snort at that. “I love you so much.”

“I know-.. I love you too.”

Robin said nothing a while as his father held him - or he held Oscar - only breaking the silence upon feeling his restless thoughts return.

“It’ll be the summer holiday’s soon, maybe we could go camping or something?”

Oscar smiled fondly. “Yeah, that’d be fun…”

Previous // Next

[motherofpirates]

Eddie in Drag

Steve had never been to a gig before; he and Robin had been invited to The Hideout to see Corroded Coffin that evening by Eddie as he dropped in his late (as always) videos that he had rented the previous week.

The three had become fast friends after the traumatic they had experienced earlier that year and had spent the summer in each other’s company trying to have some semblance of normality. Eddie’s friends Jeff and Danny were back in town for the evening from college to visit family and had agreed to play a gig with Eddie and Gareth for old times’ sake.

Eddie had come into Family Video nervously chewing on his thumb nail, almost tripping over the flannel shirt that he had tied around his waist that had come loose. He had approached the desk where Steve was glumly rewinding returned videos, Robin was stocking shelves. Eddie had refused to meet Steve’s eye when he asked if he and Robin were free that evening to come to The Hideout to see him and his band play.

“You know we are, Munson, you know our working pattern better than we do.” Steve laughed. Eddie had lit up at that, and his warm brown eyes shining as he grinned at Steve’s response. “Why so coy, Eds? You’re not normally afraid of little old me.” Steve reached across the counter to playfully tap Eddie’s shoulder with the back of his hands. Steve had been trying to match Eddie’s flirtatiousness over the summer, becoming more confident with over the time he had gotten to know Eddie. He enjoyed seeing how far he could push it before Eddie blushed. Steve was surprised at how much he liked seeing Eddie’s cheeks glow in response to his words.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, hot stuff, you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.” He gave Steve a wicked grin and a lascivious wink and turned tail to head out of the store. “See you at eight, babe!” He called waving in Robin’s direction.

“Later, honeybun!” She called back with a cackle. Robin mooched over to Steve; her hands still filled with the candy she was restocking. She dumped them onto the counter and opened a pack of Milk Duds. “Sooo, what was that about?” She asked faking nonchalance.

“We just scored an invite to the best show in town.” Steve grinned at her and knocked her shoulder with his.

“You mean the only show in town.” She corrected him.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Rob, it’s not every day we have plans after work to actually go anywhere.” There was hardly anything open in the evening nowadays in Hawkins, a lot of the small family-owned places had struggled to reopen after the devastation Vecna had wrought on the town, even the local cinema hadn’t yet reopened which meant a lot of very bored young people with nowhere to go.

“We need to go out in Chicago, Rob, that way we can find somewhere for you to meet someone.” Steve worried that Robin was lonely, she’d never had a date with a woman, let alone kissed someone and Steve had felt he was rubbing her nose in it before the spring break as he never struggled to get a date. However, he had lost interest since all the trauma they had experienced after Chrissy was murdered, feeling safer with their closeknit friendship group.

“I’d like that, Steveie-boy.” She smiled warmly at him.

“We should really dress up tonight as we haven’t had they chance to look good in ages.” He suggested.

“Great idea, Dingus!” Robin brightened at the prospect, “you can help me choose my outfit. We get off in an hour and have over two hours before we need to be there.” She finished her Milk Duds and threw the box in the direction of the bin, missing widely. She huffed as Steve clipped the box with the toe of his shoe, getting it in first time. “You and your innate jock abilities.” She grumped, taking her wares off the counter and back to the snack section. The rest of their shift was relentlessly slow, it felt like forever before Kevin and Keith came to take over for the after-dinner rush.

They stopped at Robin’s place first where they spent over an hour helping Robin decide what to wear, most of her wardrobe ended up on the floor. She finally settled on a pair of thick black stockings she was going to throw away because she had laddered them, some shorts and an oversized Cure t-shirt. She chucked some brightly coloured beads over her head and a few chunky bracelets on her wrists, redid her eyeliner and then posed for Steve to show him the end product.

“You look amazing, Robs, you’ll fit right in. Look out ladies of Hawkins!” He kissed her forehead and pulled her catastrophe of a room and out of the house. He still needed to get ready and had far less time than he usually would allow himself if he was going out. They pulled up outside his empty house and went straight to his room where he immediately jumped into the shower so that he could get on with making sure his hair was just right for tonight. He spent the next hour using his hairdryer and products to give it the volume and artfully tussled look he liked. Robin was listening to Cindy Lauper and dancing around his room with a rum and coke she had made herself.

He took a sip of her drink and rummaged through his wardrobe until he found his only black item of clothing. A black button-down shirt, he left the top two buttons open exposing his chest hair that he knew the ladies liked and wore his favourite slightly too tight Levi’s. He rolled up the sleeves until they were three quarter length and checked himself out in the mirror on the back of his closet door.

“What do you think, Rob?”

“I think you’re gonna steal all the ladies from me.” She pouted, throwing a pillow at his head.

“Watch the do! I’ve just spent an hour getting it how I like it.” He checked himself in the mirror once more to make sure she hadn’t ruined his hair and popped his collar as she cackled like a witch. He loved it when she laughed like that. He checked his watch and informed her that they best be on their way if they wanted to see the start of Eddie’s gig. She downed the last of her drink as he pulled her from his room by her hand.

*

The Hideout was busy when they pulled up down the street. Eddie had been lying about Corroded Coffin’s popularity or the fact that this was the first live gig the town had seen in six months had pulled in a larger crowd than usual. Steve suspected the latter, but if Eddie asked, he would say the former.

Steve used his fake ID to get himself and Robin a bottle of beer each, they managed to get reasonably close to the stage. He caught a glimpse of Jeff and Gareth peeking through the green room door and waved. They grinned back and disappeared. Dave, Jeff and Gareth appeared on stage and introduced themselves.

“Thank you for coming out to support us here tonight! We’ve never played to a crowd this big before, we hope you like what you see here tonight.” Jeff said, Gareth snorted a laugh, and they began to play the opening chords of Dude Looks Like a Lady. Eddie sauntered on stage wearing his chunky boots, some fishnets and a tight silky dress with a slit that came up to his hip. It clung to his slim build in all the right places, his curls framing his pretty face as he began to sing the lyrics.

Steve could only gawp at Eddie, electrified sparkly butterflies filled his stomach as he took in Eddie in drag, shining with confidence as he pranced about the stage filling it with his personality. The moment Eddie walked on stage Steve realized that he really liked Eddie. Like, liked, Eddie. All that time he had thought he had been teasing his best friend by flirting with him when in actuality he had just been flirting with a boy he liked. He knew he would give up his trust fund, he’d sell his beemer if he could just have Eddie. He had no blood left to blush with at the realization of his feelings for one of his best friends, as it had all rushed south giving him a semi.

He had always been a ladies’ man, and that was no brag, he had had no problems getting girls, but if he could only spend the rest of his life with one other person it would be Eddie in drag or in his street clothes. He was the only person for him. Stick Eddie in a dress and he would be the only boy he’d shag; he’d pine away forever more if only he could convince Eddie to have him. Steve took in more details of Eddie’s eyeliner, black nail polish, the way his make up framed his huge doe eyes. He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away even though he knew he must have been staring.

The song ended and Eddie winked at him, before the band started the next song. Steve thought he might faint, he finally understood how all those girls at Beatles concerts fainted at the mere sight of their crush.

“Err, are you ok, Dingus?” Robin’s voice filtered through his mind. “You’ll catch flies if you leave your mouth open any longer.”

“I think I might have a crush on, Eddie.” He wheezed out.

“You’ve only just noticed? I thought you knew and that’s why you were blatantly flirting with him.”

“No! I’m having a full-on gay panic, Rob!” He yelped as Robin cackled.

“Do you want to go out and get some air?” She asked when she finally stopped laughing.

“No, because then I’ll miss seeing Eddie dressed like that! Is it wrong to think he looks hot?” He confessed.

“Of course not, Eddie is objectively hot.”

“Do you think he could ever like me?” He asked with a waver to his voice.

“Of course, he likes you, Dingus! Are you blind? He’s been flirting with you and flinging himself at you like a moth on a lamp since spring break.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you’d been rejecting women because you were coming to terms with your sexuality.”

“No! I just didn’t realise I was keeping myself free for Eddie I thought I was being mature and dealing with my trauma.” He whined, Robin snorted.

“Well, now you know you’re queer, you’ll just have to speed run the realization, unless you want to leave, because Eddie knows we’re here. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since he took to the stage.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving when he’s dressed like that! I might never get to see him dressed like that ever again, so I’m going to drink my fill.” He turned back to the stage. Robin slung a protective arm over his shoulders and moved to the music.

The next song Corroded Coffin sang was My Boyfriend’s Back in a punk style, the crowd began to move and bounce against one another. The music Eddie and the band created filled Steve’s body as he danced along with the butterflies that filled his body with a glittery warmth. He simply couldn’t look away from the stage even if he wanted to. It was the best night out he had ever had, dancing with Robin singing along to metal and rock covers of pop songs he liked and that he had sung to with Robin and Eddie over the summer as they drove around Hawkins in the humid evenings.

Corroded Coffin were on stage for just over an hour, filling the dingy club with a fun and manic energy. The air was filled with sweat of people exerting themselves and having a good time. The music died down and Eddie came to the front of the stage.

“Thank you, Hawkins, you’ve been amazing. Your enthusiasm has been much appreciated. We’ll back around Christmas time we look forward to seeing you then. Once we’ve cleared the stage Death Weasel will be taking over as the entertainment. Enjoy the rest of the evening.” Eddie saluted the crowd with the devil horns and the crowd cheered and whistled as Corroded Coffin began to take their equipment off the stage. Steve elbowed his way to the stage. He caught Jeff’s shirt and asked if he could help them pack up. Jeff nodded and tugged him up onto the stage pointing out what needed to be brought backstage. He picked up a kick drum and followed Gareth into the green room where Eddie was pulling on a pair of ripped blue jeans under his silky dress. He tugged the dress over his head revealing his bit bite scars and numerous tattoos. Steve’s breath caught in his throat; he couldn’t look away until Danny walked into the back of him on the way out the back with yet more kit.

“Like what you see, princess?” Eddie asked as he pulled his softest Judas Priest t-shirt over his head. Steve gulped and nodded his head. Eddie blushed and a soft smile played across his lips. Eddie grabbed his hand and pulled him out the exit to where his van was pulled up close by. He tugged him round the side where no one would see them, and they would have some semblance of privacy.

“You were amazing up there, Eds. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful, not that you don’t look pretty everyday.” Steve rambled, taking Eddie’s hand in both of his.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Stevie.” Eddie beamed. “You really think I look pretty every day?”

“Of course! Have you seen yourself! You hot as fuck.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.” Eddie cupped Steve’s face gently in both of his hands and looked at him like he was the most precious thing he had ever seen. Eddie slowly brought his lips to Steve’s giving him plenty of time to pull away if wanted to. Steve leant into the kiss wanting to feel the crush of Eddie against him. He tangled one hand in Eddie’s hair and the other held Eddie’s hip. Eddie snuck his tongue into Steve’s mouth, which made Steve groan at the taste of him. If Eddie was the only person, he ever kissed again he would die a happy man. When they pulled away, Steve grazed Eddie’s bottom lip with his teeth making Eddie mew like a kitten. Gawd, he wanted Eddie to make that sound again.

“Can I keep you, Eds?” Steve whispered into his ear. Eddie practically glowed in response.

“I’m all yours, Stevie.” He smiled.

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I was supposed to be beta-ing my fic but this one wanted to be written instead. It was inspired by the Magnetic Fields amazing Andrew In Drag.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it

[theladycarpathia]

Think I'm just squeaking it in for @harringrovewinterbingo, so I'll post as many of my multi-chapter fic as I have finished. (note to future self - do not decide to do this two weeks before deadline again) Chapter 1/6 Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Rating: Explicit Tags: College AU, no upside-down AU, enemies to lovers, road trip, explicit sex, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse, mentions of homophobia, modern au Summary: People shouldn't be allowed to volunteer you for favors. Especially not when it involves giving Billy Hargrove a lift back to Hawkins for the winter break. Sitting in a car with him for hours seems bad enough, and only gets worse when it begins to snow.

Free Square - home for the holidays

It was technically his mother’s fault. 

“Is she serious?” Robin asks, lounging with her feet on Steve’s bed. He’s actually too incensed to scold her for once, throwing things he might need for the winter break into his bag. He’d meant to pack last night but he got invited to a party and woke up this morning in a frat house with a sock plastered to his forehead. “Is she insane?”

“She exists to torture me,” Steve mutters, because right now it feels like it. Parents shouldn’t be allowed to volunteer you for stuff without your consent. And his head is still thumping because it goes to show that you should never drink anything that Jason Carver gives you. 

“Has she met Billy Hargrove?” Robin asks, dropping her head back against his pillow. Steve snorts and snatches his phone charger from the drawer.

“Probably not,” he says. “It wouldn’t matter if she had. You never saw Billy meeting Nancy’s mom. God, it was gross.”

Robin nods, tugging a Twizzler out of the packet. Against Steve’s better judgement, somehow she’s taken over one of his drawers with her stash. “He’s deceptively good at acting like a normal human being.”

“Besides, it was Billy’s mom who mentioned that Billy didn’t have a way to get back to Hawkins,” Steve says, digging in a drawer for his favorite hoodie. “His car’s in for repairs or something…so my mom offered my services.”

“Without asking,” Robin repeats dutifully, because this is all Steve has been able to say for several days. 

“Without asking,” Steve agrees, because he’s been pissed with his mom for three whole days, from right about the time she called and said ‘hey, you don’t mind giving someone a lift home for the holidays, do you?’

And he hadn’t. Until she said she’d run into Billy’s mother at the supermarket and had told Abigail Hargrove that her son would only be too happy to do it. Especially as they lived in the same halls, on the same floor! As though this was some fortunate piece of fate designed by Steve himself rather than the bad luck of being assigned by the college. 

“It just makes sense,” his mom had said crossly. “You don’t even have to go out of your way.”

It’s easy for her to say that. She doesn’t have to spend several hours trapped in a car with Billy Hargrove. 

“He’s a tool,” Robin says, chewing on the end of her Twizzler. “He’s friends with Heather, you know.”

“No, I didn’t,” Steve says shortly. He has ten minutes before he’s due to leave and the fact that Billy will arrive in the doorway of his room any minute now is putting him on edge. Billy might just live down the hall but it’s not like they interact. Not willingly anyway. Every time Steve goes to a party, he finds Billy’s bare chest in front of him, challenging him to beer pong or shots or dives into the pool. Billy was at the same high school, one year behind Steve, and he’d gotten in Steve’s face the moment he got to college back in the fall.

“They hang out,” Robin continues, with obvious disgust. “Billy’s been in my room.”

“How would you know?” Steve asks, a little bit thrown. “You’re never in your room.”

“I am sometimes in my room,” Robin protests, as though she doesn’t have a sleeping bag stashed in Steve’s cupboard. Thank God Steve has a single, or his roommate might have an issue with Robin appearing most nights to sleep on Steve’s floor. 

Steve gets roommate issues. But Robin’s severe aversion to her room and Heather makes him think that something else is going on. He’s met Heather at parties and she’s pretty cool. Definitely nothing worth avoiding the hell out of the place you pay to sleep. 

“And when I am there, Billy’s sometimes there,” Robin says sulkily, fingers deep in the Twizzlers packet again. She appears to be toying with them, never pulling one out and Steve wonders a little if she even gets why the strangely familiar motion she’s making with her fingers may hint at some sort of underlying reason. 

“Doing what?” Steve asks curiously. He can’t quite imagine Billy doing anything other than being a dick in the most low cut shirt known to man. He sees him elsewhere sometimes - on the quad, at games, in the showers…but these are all places where Billy isn’t exactly at ease. 

“Watching horror movies with Heather,” Robin says vaguely. “Eating doughnuts…not a lot.”

“Are they dating?” Steve asks curiously, because he can’t imagine Billy doing anything in a girl’s room that doesn’t require a sock on the door. And predictably, Robin reacts, scrunching up her face in disgust. 

“Ew. God, I hope not,” she says vehemently and Steve turns so she can’t see his smirk. 

“Heather must date,” he says casually. “She looks like the kind of girl who might have dated the pretty jock type in school. Wasn’t she a cheerleader?”

“She was,” Robin says, as Steve shoves socks into his duffel. He probably has socks at home but he’s never sure. He still half thinks that his mom took him going to college as an opportunity to clear out whatever she thought was too old, too tatty or too stained. Which is probably most of what he left behind when he packed up his car to come here. 

“There you go then,” Steve says, shrugging. His duffel won’t do up so he presses the contents down as far as they will go and then yanks the zipper. “Cheerleaders date jocks. Trust me, I have experience with this.”

“So I heard,” Robin says and bites down with a little more aggression than perhaps a Twizzler requires. 

“What are you doing anyway?” Steve asks, because Robin’s normally his passenger back to Hawkins for the holidays. “You know you can’t stay here for the holidays, right?”

“I don’t have to go home either,” Robin says pointedly. “One of the girls from my film club invited a bunch of us to her dad’s cabin for Christmas. It’s got to be better than my great-aunt making comments about those kinds of people over my mom’s cabbage.”

“Queer girls refuge,” Steve says and nods. He’s not thrilled about going home either, even less so without his partner in crime there. But he gets why it’s even worse for Robin. His family dinners are often stiff, counted down by how many times his dad checks his tablet, but at least no one makes pointed jabs about his life. 

Not many anyway. 

“Don’t think there’ll be much by way of a proper dinner,” Robin says, scrunching up her nose. Knowing what college kids' version of food is like, their dinner will be off-brand ramen and more Twizzlers, but it’s the price you pay for freedom. “But it’ll be fun. Vickie’s gonna drive a few of us later.”

“Have a good time,” Steve says, throwing a few final items into his bag and struggling to do up the zip. He’s not even sure why he’s trying - he’ll end up wearing either what his mom has conveniently slipped into his closet while he’s been gone, or the same pair of sweats all day when his parents are out of the house. “Send me updates.”

“You too,” Robin says, rolling over on his bed. “Let me know whether you survived Hargrove.” Steve snorts and finally gets the zip closed, chucking the bag and his hoodie on his desk chair. 

“Debatable,” he says disdainfully. “I’ll text you.”

The sharp thump at the door is the only warning they get, before the door swings open. Billy hangs in the doorway, like a vampire waiting for an invitation. Steve feels vaguely violated just by the mere presence of Hargrove in his space. 

“Harrington,” Billy says curtly and then catches sight of Robin scowling at him from the bed. “Buckley.”

“Hargrove,” Steve says in return, and looks around his room. If he hasn’t packed something, he can deal. It’s only two weeks. “Can you lock up?”

“Sure,” Robin says, because as expected, she has no intent of returning to her room. She’d packed late last night, while Heather was out, and won’t return until she’s sure her roommate has gone for the break. 

Honestly. What some people will do to avoid facing their feelings. 

“Got everything?” Steve asks and Billy jerks his head. 

“Got enough,” he says, raising the battered duffel in his hand. “It’s fucking turkey and Hallmark movies with my mom, I don’t need much.”

Steve doesn’t comment on the Hallmark movies. It feels too much like a trap. 

“Let’s get on the road then,” he says reluctantly. The sooner they leave, the sooner he can drop Hargrove at home and not see him again for two weeks. 

Oh shit. Is he going to have to bring Billy back to school too? He never even thought to ask, and it feels like something his mom might conveniently bring up in the new year, right before he’s due to drive back. 

“Home for the holidays,” Billy quips, with a toothy grin. “If shitty Hawkins counts.”

“You moved there,” Steve bites out. But Billy’s mouth just twists into an expression that he’s not used to seeing on Hargrove. 

“I didn’t have much say in the matter,” Billy mutters in such a tone that Steve just drops it. Conversations with Billy feel all too often like a minefield, for reasons he doesn’t understand. 

“Nice ride,” Billy says admiringly, when they reach Steve’s car. Steve pops the trunk and chucks his stuff in, gesturing for Billy to do the same. 

“Seriously?” Steve asks, a little surprised. He’s seen Billy’s car and he’d be lying if he hadn’t fucking salivated over it. “I mean, I thought you wouldn’t be into something like this. I’ve seen your car.”

“I can appreciate modern cars too,” Billy says loftily and throws himself into the passenger seat. “Does this have heated seats?”

“Perhaps,” Steve says grudgingly and takes one last look up at the sky. It’s a heavy gray, and something about the color of it is making him uneasy. Snow hadn’t been a certain thing, but Steve’s lived through enough winters to recognise the signs. 

“We’d better get moving,” he says shortly. “Maybe we can get ahead of the snow.”

Billy cranes his neck to look out the windscreen, as Steve climbs in. He’d planned to stop a few times, get snacks, take a piss, but he’s already thinking about how to reduce those stops just in case. The weather may clear, but he’s not going to take a risk if he doesn’t have to. 

“The forecast didn’t say it was going to snow,” Billy says, looking doubtful and Steve remembers all too late that he’s originally from California. His mom only moved to Hawkins a few years ago, God knows why. 

“The forecast is occasionally full of bullshit,” Steve says, programming his GPS and pressing various buttons. Billy’s old Camaro probably doesn’t have a dashboard that looks like a spaceship, but sometimes Steve’s pretty glad for modern technology. They need the quickest route, any way that’s going to bypass the holiday traffic.

“Is that safe?” Billy asks and if Steve didn’t know any better, he’d almost think that he looks worried. 

“We should be fine,” Steve says firmly. “If there was going to be a blizzard, they would have seen that. But even so, I don’t really want to drive in snow.”

“Okay,” Billy says and sits back, even though he looks no more reassured. “You got music in here?”

Steve sighs and reluctantly hands over his phone. Perusing his Spotify keeps Billy quiet long enough for them to pull out of campus. 

“You have some shit in here,” Billy mutters and then wriggles delightedly in his seat. “Fuck, you do have heated seats!”

“Yep,” Steve says. He figures this might be the best way to cope for the next few hours - pretending Billy is white noise. But Billy just chews his lip and then nods. 

“Nice,” he says and goes back to Steve’s phone. He finally picks something to play, apparently having found a playlist of Steve’s that he doesn’t find too offensive. Then he stares out of the window at the passing scenery and Steve lets himself relax a little. Billy doesn’t seem too interested in small talk. Maybe they’ll make it through this trip with minimal trauma. 

It’s quiet for approximately two minutes. 

“Is my ass going to get hot?” Billy complains and rubs his butt across the leather seat. “Harrington! Seriously, is this shit going to melt my ass?”

[inbetweenknacksandnooks]

Robin's SFW Alphabet :D!

(Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye. Found here)

SFW Alphabet Under the Cut!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Robin is EXTREMELY affectionate! Physically she loves to hug, kiss, cuddle and just be with and lay with you. Obviously she tones it down A LOT in public, to the point that it doesn't seem like you two are dating at all (best not to start drama, or any scandalous rumors, especially before you two are at least engaged).

But she makes up for it in private!

One of her favorite ways of showing affection is when everything is all nice and calm on the couch, or bed, she'll look at you, and gets very rowdy, practically tackling you, she wraps her waist-wings around your body, then arms, and spins like a crocodile doing the death roll. She likely even gets you both onto the floor like this, and as a finisher, she kisses you deeply, and covers your head with her head-wings.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She adores nuzzling into you as well!

You were likely a fan of hers that met-up with her at a fan-meetup, or post-concert. You very-easily poured out your heart and soul on how much her music helped you through tough times.

You comment on her videos. Simple things, how you relate to one of her new songs, she replies back to you. It starts small. Soon you become a familiar face amongst the crowd of people, and a very familiar account in her comments.

You probably ask for a simple way to message her first, bold on the outside, but far too worried on the inside, and it shows through the hot blush on your cheeks.

She thinks for a while. The internet is filled with creeps. The universe is filled with creeps. But... there's just as many, if not more, good people. You've spilled your heart out to her before, but despite that, you're not weird, or an overly-ecstatic fan. And honestly? She does want to know a little more about you.

You get info for her Alt Account (better to be on the safe side for both ways) and begin chatting.

You almost-always initiate talking on the phone, sharing pictures of your food, places or events you've gone to, cute animals. She answers and talks to you whenever she's free. Sure, the topic might have originally been about going to some rodeo, and simply asking if Robin has ever gone to one, but it somehow evolves into places that she wants to go, things she wants to do in life, and memorable past moments.

She's opening up to you!

You seem to be trustworthy.

Eventually you suggest going to some out-of-the-way once-a-year bar/karaoke event on this smalltime planet. Thankfully, her schedule for that specific day is free, you both have a wonderful time!

Afterwards she begins to talk sometimes about things that are stepping on her nerves, small, bite-sized bits of venting. Maybe they're about her brother inviting a pain-of-a-friend over for dinner, or annoyance at her not having as much free time. Thoughts about how she sometimes really just wants to quit having an agent, or people who are around to make her singing professional.

She prefers talking about this kind of stuff in person, mostly.

In turn, you offer her an ear to listen, assuring words spoken, and sometimes a lap to lay on.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

And she offers you the same in kind.

BIG cuddler. But you already know that.

So insteaaad...

C = Comfort (What makes them comfortable? How can one tell when they're feeling relaxed?)

Robin gets comfort from all manner of things. Affection, hearing songs, singing. She can get comfort from merely having you in the same room. You don't even need to be doing anything or saying anything, you could just be sleeping, drawing, or playing games on your phone, and the atmosphere will instantly feel light for her.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She has a bit of a lazier look when she's all relaxed, and she tends to lean on things a lot, whether it be a sturdy couch, or a more questionably-sturdy you.

Robin. COMMITS. HARD.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She wants to settle down with you EASY. In terms of house chores, she's... okay. She mostly just relied on butlers and chefs to clean and cook, but she doesn't want to have them around forever, and definitely doesn't want them when she's living with you! So she'll be improving on chores, though she'll definitely ask you to do some, too.

She's doing it in person, at a home dinner-date. She knows this will quite-possibly make it harder to break up with you, but she wants as little conflict as possible, and so does what she thinks will make you much less angry, or sad. So she butters you up with the best food she can think about making, and after the beginning but before the middle of the date, she goes quiet, not looking at you, and instead focusing on her plate.

Thoughts race through her mind... If I can stop one heart from breaking... That's cruelly ironic to her. Should she stop? She's thought about the words to break it off so many times... written it down... practiced it in her dressing room, bathroom, bedroom when the house was vacant with no one but her.

She's thought about it many times before. When did it all start? Not just the loneliness, but the dating. Why did it start?

She's certainly tried to communicate her feelings to you. Many times. But even now, she's not sure you understand. She's been trying to stick with you through thick and thin. Halovians are monogamous, like birds. And humans try their best to be. Is she a bad person if she breaks it off with someone who means so much to her?

It feels like hours have passed, but that's just the dissonance between her racing mind and heart, and the slow candleflame that flickers in the dining room.

She breathes in. Tells you how much she loves you, and how much she wants to stay together but... you two... just aren't right for each other.

Just like how a cat cannot live off of salad, she can't live with how little you seem to care about her feelings, or your relationship. How you barely reciprocate in these recent few years. She can't exist in a relationship where she needs tug and rip up the earth for blades of grass for love. And the worst part is that there's no explanation on your part for why you've thrown her in a dry lot.

She loves you. But she can't keep living like this.

Her face feels like the candle wax melting on the table due to flame that eats away to last ever longer. Dripping, burning hot and wet from the tears that stream down.

But Robin doesn't perceive any of it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The next day, there's only the faint scent of peppermint lingering around the deserted house you two shared.

As I mentioned earlier, Robin COMMITS. She doesn't commit with a snap of her fingers, though she wants to. But she knows that there's people in the universe that she shouldn't trust, or that aren't the best to commit to. So she commits sincerely, and slowly.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You would need to spend 5-7 years with her as your girlfriend for her to marry. She would want to marry earlier, but things change, and people change, so she would much-rather be on the safe-side. Also, she's worried about causing drama if it gets out that you married, but later divorced.

Very gentle, and very caring. Though, looking into your eyes gives her the need to be rambunctious and TACKLE you!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Emotionally, she's extremely caring! She doesn't tend to offer you possible solutions to problems, and instead will listen to you, and comfort you for as long as you want her to.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Haha. Yes. (I can't think of any other Hs for relationship stuff, I'll update it if I find/think of something >.<)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It takes a reasonable amount. Maybe about 2+ months into the relationship. She says it back with ease, but it takes a bit of a while for her to say it point-blank to you first.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She doesn't get jealous. She trusts you immensely, especially if you're 3+ years into a relationship with her!

Her kisses can be insistent, and there can be a lot at once, but they're rarely ever rough. There's maybe a nibble or lick every now and again, but not much beyond that, since she doesn't do hickeys much.

Robin likes kissing you everywhere! Everywhere on your face, everywhere on your torso, and sometimes on your lower parts. The frequency of kisses usually depends on how much skin you show, since Robin prefers to kiss skin, not through clothes, liking the warmth from it.

She likes getting kissed on her face, but her little head winglets are very big sensitive zones, and easily make her flush red!

Right on her cheeks and under her eyes are good places to kiss, too. Your eyelashes tend to brush up against her face, making for a fluttery feeling!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Her neck is a very, very important area to note! If you kiss her without warning, she'll freeze up like a suffocating animal. She prefers exclusively gentle kisses there due to bullet-hole trauma, so no hickeys are allowed! She'll loosen up after the first few seconds after kissing there, but still keep in mind to be careful.

She's pretty good around children (not much of a surprise there). She might smile every once-in-a-while at a child in passing, and she doesn't do babysitting, but that's about the extent of it.

She wouldn't mind if you wanted to have a child, but she would much prefer that you've both been married for two-or-more years before you try anything.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Likewise, she's perfectly fine not raising anything! Getting a kid is a big commitment, and she really just wants to take it slow.

She usually wakes up naturally anywhere from 4am-6am (her Halovian instincts be kicking in). She usually tries to cuddle and keep you sleeping for the next 15-30 minutes, the slowly guides your hand and body away from hers so that she may slip out and off of the bed unnoticed.

Rather than coffee, she either drinks cafinated tea that she makes herself, or doesn't drink anything at all and goes straight to making breakfast. You usually wake up pretty groggy, and when she notices you, she instantly gives a tight "I love you~ Wake up soon~!" kind-of hug.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

On workdays, she usually starts work around 9-12.

Robin rarely stays up past 9, or 10 pm. She always has a lot of things to do in the mornings, so she doesn't want to botch her schedule.

After 12-5, she'll get some relaxation time, which can be spent in a variety of different ways (it's also the time most-likely for dates). She might be practicing singing for her next liveshow, or be comfortable and lazy, taking 1-3-hour-long naps that start around 1-4. It's mostly just relaxing, and she wants you to be near her for most of it!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Around 7, she'll take a shower that lasts around 15 minutes, or a bath that lasts for the next 30 minutes to hour. She has one of those boujee tub-showers that keep the water warm.

I covered this earlier in B. And I can't think of any alternative Os, sorry

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

.w.

Robin is a very patient individual! And she uses plenty of good communication, with "I" pronouns, and how stuff makes her feel.

During an argument, she'll do her best to stay cool-headed. If her calm were to break, then instead of getting angry, she would end up tearing up, and failure on you to calm down or comfort her would result in full-blown crying, which she tries to stay quiet during.

In terms of getting irritated, refusal or difficulty communicating on your side can result in her getting very peeved, to say the least.

You need space before you can talk about how you felt in the last disagreement and want to be in the guest room for a while. Perfectly fine! She's sure you just need to cool down a bit!

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

But if you continue with trying to avoid talking about it, that's when she can get very irritable and she starts pushing more.

She does her best to remember things, she might not remember everything you say in passing, but she has a greater ability to remember stuff if you have a story, or emotions attached to what you say.

For example, she might not find it easy to remember where you went to Highschool if you just namedrop it casually, but if you explain how/why you went to Highschool there, she has an easier job to remember it.

I imagine she has lil' notes in a tiny notepad or pocket-sized booklet that she writes in to remember the specifics.

She's very good with dates, remembering where to meet up, and what time, as well. She has a calendar to help her organize her events, knowing the deadlines for things and such, so as such she looks at, and uses it regularly.

Even if she didn't have that, though, she keeps times and dates for things involving you with in her head with extreme accuracy.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She also remembers things more if you say them with a certain emphasis, or with certain inflections, since it's such a change from the more unvaried tones of her brother and the various agents or manager.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Likely the first date you went on as friends, during that one karaoke event. She opened up to you, and you stayed open to her. It was the first time she realized that she might actually really like you. Well, liked you enough to grow ever closer to you anyway.

Just because she doesn't get jealous very much, doesn't mean that she isn't protective of you. She prefers to solve things peacefully, and uses the POWER OF THE HARMONY to calm down someone or something. It starts by humming, then goes up.

In more urgent times (like someone actively trying to harm you in an alleyway, or something), she's NOT hesitating to stand up in front of you, and uses the POWER OF THE HARMONY to try to persuade the assailant to step aside. If that doesn't work, she probably does a bit of disorienting. She's not particularly strong, but self-defense classes taught her where to strike to unbalance others. Then she ties the person in your sweater, or coat, and calls it good.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Either way, after it's all said and done, she also calls for the authorities. She doesn't want to arrest someone, and would much prefer the Circle Justice method, or something similar, but isn't going to think about risking you for a split-second!

Pretty good effort, though she prefers for dates and stuff to be out of the public eye, so movie nights, home dinner-dates, picnics at a low-traffic park, stuff like that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She tries a lot, and wants to make everything as special to you, as you are to her.

Has issues with doing stuff in public, even post-marriage! She feels like she needs to restrain herself as best she can for the label and her career, but it also makes her feel guilty, since she wants to give you all of how she feels, ALL the time!

Also, it's difficult to get her to take care of herself. She understands that it's important, but it's difficult to think about what will help make her stress better.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She's also a HUGE people-pleaser, so if you overstep her boundaries, sometimes she won't outright say it, as much as she tries to have good communication. It's like she becomes blind-sided in what you want, that she completely forgets how to gently tell you to take it slower, or to stop doing something.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not all that much, but she does as much appearance care as she can doing simple things, like preening, exercising, washing her face and body, applying simple, but effective moisturizing creams, etc.

Mmmaaybee? I feel like if you two were to break it off, she'd be obviously sad, and it would take her A LOT to get over you.

But she needs to put on a brave face. Her job doesn't stop just because of a little heartbreak. People break up all the time. So she should just grit her teeth, smile for the cameras, and bear it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She absolutely DOES NOT write any sad break up songs. At most, she might listen to sad music every once in a while to cry to it, but is worried it'll get worse if she dwells on it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ahaha... this whole thing has been headcanon city! I'm not sure I could think of any unless I'm outright asked!

Does not like jealousy. She doesn't like being fought over. It makes her feel as if you don't trust her enough to be loyal, or like you think you need to prove yourself to her, which is just... not the case, or at least she feels like it isn't.

She probably would like that feeling of protection if you were to shoo away a fan, or a persistent person that won't listen when she says she has a girlfriend. But doing it too much, or getting protective over overeager fans, or people over your first proper meeting... isn't very good. She has enough protection in bodyguards and Sunday. She'll get you calm first, by holding your hand and rubbing one of the pressure points in your palms that helps to calm anxiety, and says that she feels safe by your side, so you don't need to overdo it (it's mostly just a roundabout way of trying to get you to calm down, but she will be more direct if you don't get it the first few times).

A big one (and what I based my whole E off of) is lack of communication, and reciprocation. I don't really need to repeat it, so you can just read it again instead :D

Honestly, just conflict in general, and drama, she doesn't really approve of. She's fine, and very understanding if you vent about your troubles, and you do the same to her, but directly getting involved in the drama or conflict with your family members, or friends is a no-go with her.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

During colder months, she 100% wraps her wings and legs around your body, and nuzzles right into your chest.

With hot months, she mostly just settles for hand-holding at the beginning, but her head somehow finds a way to your chest during the night anyway.

Haha. That was a lot. :D

[v1nsmoke]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 // 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 3 - modern au with slasher zoro!

tw: murder, d3ath, g0re, alcohol, can this be taken as yandere?, fire

summary: attending a house party won't be a bad choice, at least that's what you think until something changes the course of the night, and everything turns into chaos.

a/n: phew, my longest oneshot so far! i mean it took almost a week so i was hoping. i just want to say that im trash at writing endings so idk how that turned out, i feel like i fucked it up. also COP SHANKS CAMEO??!?!??! and firefighter Ace too!! LISTEN TO HOUSE OF BALLOONS WHILE READING, IT FITS THE VIBE!!!

first half until the garage scene supervised by lena!

tags: @stargirldelight cause cop shanks appearance at the end ♡ (sorry that i keep tagging u in shanks stuff)

wc: 5.6k

The cafeteria was bustling with people, just the average, daily experience. You munch on the horrid food they serve, the food you always tried to trade with the people who were smart enough to bring their own. You were lucky to have Sanji in your friend group, he always brought a bit of his own, delicious cooking, which Luffy would often steal.

"Here dear, I brought you some of your favourite!" Sanji exclaims, handing you a small portion of your favourite food with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, you're the best!" You take it and immediately dive in, hoping that you won't feel the taste of the cafeteria's food you finished a minute ago. While talking with Sanji, you could feel someone staring, but every time you looked around to check, there was nobody looking at you.

"Okay guys, last night I was thinking." Nami speaks up, now the whole group's attention focused on her as she stands up on the table. "Robin, you already know, I'm talking about what we discussed over the phone." She smiles.

"Just spit it out." Zoro says, losing his patience with the orange haired girl.

"Since it's our last year here together, I was thinking about hosting a big halloween party! And everyone is invited! And I mean EVERYONE. If you know somebody outside this highschool, feel free to invite them! The party is going to be held on October 31st! That's a week for you to prepare your costumes and get ready for the best night of your lives!" She excitedly says.

The whole group and the people present at the cafeteria cheer for her, everyone in on the idea. You haven't attended a good halloween party in years, and when it comes to parties, you know it's in good hands with Nami.

~○~

You walk trough the girl's locker room's door, the fencing helmet held in your hand since it won't fit in your bag.

"Thanks for waiting." You high five Zoro, standing at the entrance since he changed clothes faster. Maybe because he didn't spend a good twenty minutes with gossiping, or more like overhearing converastions going on about some random girl's personal life.

"So, what did they say?" You ask.

"What?" He looks at you bluntly.

"What do you mean 'what'? Oh. So you didn't ask them about the party." You sigh as realisation hits you.

"I didn't ask them about the party." He repeats, almost sounding proud of himself.

"Nami is counting on us!"

"The whole cafeteria heard her, isn't that enough people? Is her house even that big?"

"Even if it isn't, she'll find a way to get all these people together. She's smart, you gotta give her that."

Just then, a guy trying to leave the fencing hall bumps into you by accident. He rapidly looks up, making you notice his strange shaped nose.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" He apologises.

"No, don't worry, it's nothing. I was the one standing in the doorway, it's not your fault." You apologise back, picking up his bag that fell from his hands after the impact. He's about to leave, but you call out for him.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could come to my friend's halloween party. October 31st. You in?" You shout, hoping he still hears you. The guy turns around, and shouts back a "sure" in response. "I'll send you the address, I think I have you on Instagram. Bye!"

The guy puts his thumb up and leaves. You turn back, and you're met with Zoro's eyes piercing trough you.

"What?" You ask, seeing he was clearly bothered by something.

"Nothing. Let's go." He sighs and heads towards his car, landing in the driver's seat.

"If you say so." You shrug and follow, getting in next to Zoro. You open your phone, and type in your address into Google Maps so that you won't have to guide him and his poor navigation skills. Sometimes you wonder how he got his driving license.

He stops at your house. You gather your fencing equipment, and step out of the car.

"Are you coming to Nami's party?" You hold the door open so you can speak with him.

"You sure sound very excited about it. I thought you hated parties, the people, drinks and all." He replies.

"I still do. But Nami and the others will be there, at least I won't feel alone. I want to see how it turns out. You still didn't answer me."

"I guess it's worth a try. She will probably buy the expensive drinks, someone's gotta try those out."

"You're saying that because you are an alcoholic, Zoro."

"I know. Bye." He grabs your door's handle and closes it, starts the engine and drives off.

"Yeah... Bye." You say to yourself.

You plop down on your bed, letting your body sink into the soft mattress. Maybe Zoro was right. Maybe you shouldn't go. Parties? You never attended them, the overwhelming amount of people and the disgusting smell of alcohol that would stay on your shirt keeping you away from these events.

But for God's sake, it will be hosted by Nami this time. She was your best friend ever since you started highschool, and she was also your number one supporter from the moment you two met. And now she was going to organise a huge halloween party with everyone invited, there's just no way you wouldn't attend it! Besides, all your other friends would be there, too! Robin or Sanji would definitely let you stick to their sides, you'd be safe there. You've got a whole week to get ready, both your costume and mentally.

~○~

Nami throws another ingredient in the cart, adding to the weight of it, making it even harder for you to push it forward.

"Did you even look at the price of it? Or are you just throwing in everything you see?" You ask your friend.

"We need all these, and I have the money for it. I just can't wait for tonight! This will be the party of the year, and I bet everyone will be talking about it tomorrow!" She exclaims, throwing another bag of potato chips your way. You catch it and place it on top of the heap of other food already in the cart.

"What will be your costume, Y/N?" Nami looks at you as the two of you join the line at the cash register.

"I couldn't come up with anything, I'll probaly go dressed as myself. Not very original, I know." You say as place the groceries on the conveyor belt one by one.

"Hm, I was looking forward to see you in some costume for once, but whatever." She sounds dissapointed, but at least she respects your decision.

After paying the crazy amount of money Nami decided to spend on snacks, you get into her car, heading straight towards her house. A few days ago you agreed to help her set up the party, but didn't expect it to be such a big thing. Sure, Nami was the host, so it's natural that she would plan something huge.

Her keys dingle in the front door's keyhole, and she opens it. Both your hands full with the bags, only being freed after you manage to drop them on her kitchen counter with a sigh.

"What should I help with?" You inquire, leaning on the white marble kitchen island.

"I was only thinking of helping with the groceries and now that's done, but if you're already here, could you put these into bowls? You know where to find them." She motions at the snacks in the grocery bags.

Of course you knew, Nami invited you over more than a million times, you could swear you knew the whereabout of every small item in her house. You open a cupboard, grabbing a bunch of bowls from it.

"I've got some things to tend to, Usopp should be here in about twenty minutes." She waves before going upstairs to take care of whatever she needed to.

"Ayyy! I didn't expect you here! Only here to set things up, or staying for the party too?" Usopp hugs you upon entering.

"Weird to see me here, huh? I'll stay for the party too, though I will probably stay by somebody's side, likely Robin or Sanji, maybe you, we'll see." You hug him back.

"Only an hour before the others arrive, I'm so excited! It's gonna be fun, I promise, and if ya ever feel lonely, find me!" Usopp pulls away and the two of you share your own handshake that took days to perfect.

~○~

The loud music with the same, repetative beat keeps playing from the speakers installed by Usopp earlier today, maybe an hour ago. You didn't expect everybody from the cafeteria to actually pull up, but it seems like you weren't the only one who thought it would be nice to attend a party just this one time. Everybody was there, event those smart students whose daily routine was entirely made up of studying and the quiet kids nobody knew anything about, and they all seemed to have fun. Except you.

You stood alone in the corner of the living room, awkwardly holding the red plastic cup filled with alcohol that you won't drink anyway. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all.

"Uh, hey." You hear voice behind you, though it was faint since the music was being blasted. You turn around to see the guy from your fencing classes, the same guy that you invited here because Zoro wouldn't do it.

"Hi." You say, your fingers fiddling with the cup as you force a smile onto your face.

"I see you're alone. Zoro didn't come with you? I was sure he would." He starts.

"Uhhh I haven't seen him yet, but the party only started not so long ago, he said some days ago that he'll show up. He's bad with directions and navigation, maybe he just got lost." You explain.

"Oh, alright, if you say so. My name's Kaku. Nice to meet you, I've been watching you during fencing classes."

Zoro's face expressed disgust. Was it worth coming here? He stands still near the doorway of the living room, silently observing the scene currently unfolding on the other side of the room. When he entered, you were the first thing he saw amidst the crowd, but his happiness quickly dissapeared after a guy approaches you. Zoro could recognise him as Kaku from fencing classes, the guy who would always be paired with Zoro (and inevitably lose to him).

He couldn't hear what your conversation was about, the other guests and the music overpowering his hearing. Oh how he hated Kaku. He annoyed Zoro so much, his voice, gestures, everything. And now this man he hated was talking to you. It was supposed to be him. Maybe if he didn't take twenty-two wrong turns, get stuck in a traffic jam AND park his car in front of the wrong house, it could be him. But that wasn't the case right now, because instead of enjoying your company, he stood still on the other side of the room.

It bothered him how you had to force a smile, he could see it across the crowded room, but Kaku standing next to you couldn't. He just kept talking and talking, not noticing the way you were looking in all directions but at Kaku, who didn't seem to care.

"Heyyy, you wanna join me on the dance floor?" An unknown girl comes up to Zoro, pointing at the middle of the living room.

"No." He coldly turned her down, not even bothering to look at this girl. He couldn't take his eyes off you and Kaku, and knew that if the guy tries to do anything, whether it be a romantic or hurtful action towards you, he's going to be there between the two of you in the blink of an eye.

Just then, he notices as Kaku takes your hand into his, the movement making you seemingly uncomfortable. Seeing this, Zoro takes rapid steps trough the living room, squishing himself trough the crowd, his katanas colliding into each other. As he gets closer, he starts to hear you voice.

"No, uh, thanks, I-" you stutter, politely turning him down, trying to pull yourself back to the corner you were standing in.

"Come on, you're supposed to have fun, right? Zoro's not coming anyway, that asshole doesn't care." Kaku chuckles. Zoro deeply inhales. It took his all not to launch at the guy and gut him right then and there.

"No, sorry. I'm not going anywhere with you." You insist, pulling back your hand in hopes of freeing it from his grasp. Your heart was beating faster, and it was definitely not because Kaku's charms. You've already considered all possible outcomes of this. Lucky for you there was a small cupboard with a vase on it next to you just in case of an emergency.

"No way, I'm a nice guy, you know me! I-"

"She said no."

"Zoro!" You smile upon hearing your friend's deep voice, one that you could recognise anywhere. Kaku seems to lose some of his self confidence after Zoro's voice hits his ears, but he still didn't let go of your hand.

"Hey, buddy!" He gives the green haired man a fake smile. This was off to a bad start. Zoro could swear that if this guy called him 'buddy' again, he'll lose it.

"Let her go." He says back, not even greeting Kaku. Instead, he stared into his soul, and if looks could kill, Kaku would be gone by now.

"Alright, fine!" Kaku gets defensive, letting go of you and raising both his hands up like he was being arrested. It looked like he was waiting for a 'thank you', but you sure weren't going to thank him for the bare minimum. Feeling the tension, the guy tries to lighten the mood before Zoro accidentally stares too strongly at him.

"Zoro, buddy, can I invite you for a drink?" He asks.

Zoro nods, knowing that Kaku had no idea of what he just got himself into.

"I'll be back soon." Zoro smiles your way, which is not a rare phenomenon with you, then leaves wirh Kaku following closely behind him, leaving you alone yet again.

~○~

Zoro pours another drink into the cup, Kaku letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he downs it again. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, drinking up everything they could find. They both consumed the same amount of alcohol, but one of them was definitely drunker than the other. Zoro was an expert at alcohol drinks, and could still stay sober even after an insane amount of drinks. Unlike Kaku. He was deeply drunk by now, just as Zoro expected it.

"Zoro, hi! You're actually here, cool! Though I would be happier if you left your katanas at home." Nami appears, greeting her friend.

"I always take them with me everywhere."

"Yeah, that's exactly why you are banned from so many places."

"Zoro, pour me and yourself another!" Kaku chuckles, his shaky hands holding the cup towards the green haired. Zoro agrees, but when he tries to grab another drink, he notices that it's all gone.

"Strange. I thought you were prepared, Nami." He says.

"I WAS! But you two idiots drank it all!" She shouts at the two, mad that they didn't leave any for the rest of the guests.

"So no more drinks?" Zoro looks over to Nami, earning a sigh from her.

"There is. Go to the garage, I have a few crates of it stored there. Bring those up, but leave some for the others."

"Why do I have to get them? You're the host, do it yourself." Kaku whines, clearly drunk.

"MAYBE BECAUSE I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DRANK IT ALL. NOW GO." she pushes Kaku out of the room, Zoro walking behind them.

He would be lying if he said this wasn't what he was planning all along. The crates in the garage? He knew about it. And he also knew that nobody will be there, all the guests in the living room or one of the guest rooms. He felt a bit bad for leaving you alone, but there were things that had to be done. And it was for your own good.

"Man, I'm telling ya, I would be long gone with that girl if you didn't interfere. Damn bro, I even had some aphrodisiac with me, I-"

Zoro didn't need to hear the rest. His steps slowed down, mind going in multiple directions. Did he just mean you when saying 'that girl'? Did he really want to give you that shit? Kaku may be drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts, and Zoro knew that. He hated Kaku, but now he snapped. This guy was going too far, and Zoro didn't like the way this crazy dude talked and thought about you.

He opens the garage's door, holding it open for Kaku to enter, and he does so, skipping his way down the few stairs. Unbeknownst to him, he just walked into a trap, one that Zoro has been planning ever since Kaku started making flirty comments towards you during fencing classes, not noticing how you were internally cringing and creeped out by him, but neither of you ever said a word about this. And tonight really did it for Zoro. He didn't invite Kaku for a drink because he wanted to get closer to him. He did it to get him into this drunken state, and made him drink up every drink until there was none left. He didn't need Nami to ask them to get more, he would've done it anyways.

Kaku looks trough the shelves, searching for even more drinks.

"Zoro, you helping me or nah?" He inquires, still looking at the metal shelf.

"Sure. I think I already found one of the crates." He says, carrying a crate filled with whiskey over to Kaku. He tries to hand it to him, but drops it in the process. The glasses break, the alcohol spilling on the floor and Kaku, who is now soaked from head to toe, given that he was crouching when this happened.

"Sorry." There was no remorse in Zoro's tone, but the guy believed him anyways, the drinks doing their thing.

"It's okay buddy, mistakes happen." He smiles, going back to searching the shelf again in case he missed something.

He doesn't notice as Zoro quietly locks the garage's door, trapping the two alone together. He starts searching in his pocket, until he finally gets his hands on the keys to Nami's car, the keys that he stole from the hanger in the hallway. Zoro opens the car's door, sitting down on the leather seat of it, then inserts the key and the engine comes to life with a buzzing sound.

"Ey man, be careful or you'll hit me!" Kaku shouts, still crouching just a few meters away from the car.

"Don't worry. Stay there, and you'll be safe. I just want to test something." He lies, and steps on the gas pedal. The tires of the car squealed on the concrete floor of the garage, which had just enough space for the green haired to roll the car back a bit.

"Buddy, Zoro, no, no, let me just go back, you can try the car when I'm not here." Kaku stands up, ready to leave in this instant.

"Stay put. I'm here to crush your skull, not the car." And with that, Zoro pushes the car's gear, feet forcefully pressing the gas pedal.

A loud thud echoes in the garage as Zoro crashes into the wall, the breaking of bones and coughs ringing with it. Kaku tries to take deep breaths, but now that he was squished between the wall and the car, it seemed impossible. His head was spinning, eyesight hazy, the only thing he tried to focus his eyes on was the man in the driver's seat, staring at him with an emotionless gaze.

Zoro backs up a bit with the car, Kaku falling to the floor with broken ribs. He coughs, clawing at the floor in hopes of being able to crawl away. Zoro opens the car's door, slowly stepping out. Kaku was almost at the few steps leading to the door, when he looks back over his shoulders at the sound of footsteps, the green haired man approaching him.

"No, please, I-" he crawls a bit faster, but Zoro grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back with force, then dragging him along the cold concrete floor, back towards the car.

Zoro lifts him up, then places him in the drivers seat while he stands at the car's door.

"You're gonna be in big trouble when I tell the others about this." He manages to whisper between coughs, his own blood filling his mouth.

"They won't." And with that, Zoro steps on the gas pedal, quickly pulling his leg back after doing so. A deafening scream pierces trough the air, the car running into the wall yet again, the metal shelf between the two objects breaking right trough the windshield, the end of it sliding trough Kaku's head.

The car sparks at the impact, the alcohol spilled there by Zoro previously catching fire. Was the crate drop a few minutes ago intentional? Yes. Yes, it was. Now the car was in flames, the already dead Kaku stiff in the drivers seat.

Zoro calmly grabs a crate filled with beer from the other side of the room, and makes his way towards the door like nothing happened. He doesn't look back, letting the car burn with Kaku inside it. The whole garage was made up of concrete walls, which cannot catch or spread fire, meaning that Nami's house won't burn down if he leaves the fire to be.

He leaves the room, striding back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave the hallway and enter the living room, Nami comes rushing to him.

"Zoro! What took you so long?! We heard loud noises, I was getting worried that something happened to you!" She scolds him.

"I didn't know you could do that." He coldly replies, earning an eyeroll from the ginger girl, who noticed something.

"Wait, where's the guy who went with you?" She asks.

"Oh, Kaku? He told me to feel free to come back, said he wanted to try something. He should be here soon." He lies straight to Nami's face.

Nami shrugs, about to go back to the middle of the party, when she suddenly stops in her tracks. Her nose picks up an unkonwn scent, or more like smell.

"Zoro, can you smell it too?" She asks worriedly, turning back to the swordsman. "Smoke." Realisation dawns on her, eyes going wide. She rushes out the room, a curious Usopp and you behind her. "You're coming too!" She shouts back, clearly meaning Zoro. So, he follows them.

The grey smoke filled the hallway as they got closer to the garage, Nami already suspecting what happened. Usopp bursts trough the garage's door, letting out a few coughs along with Nami and you. The room was filled with smoke, the orange haired girl's car still in flames, it was only a matter of time before it gets worse and the car explodes.

"SOMEBODY HELP! WE NEED WATER! CALL THE POLICE AND FIREFIGHTERS!" Usopp screams. Nami and you nod, running back to warn the others and call for help.

Now Zoro was left alone with Usopp, who was panicking, taking fast and deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You, Zoro? D-don't you feel l-like doing something about this?" He shakily asks, eyes on the green haired man.

"I already did." He answers. Usopp slightly scrunches his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What are y-you trying to say? You're creeping me out a bit, you know." He takes a tiny step back, Zoro looking at him with a colder, more menacing stare than usual.

Usopp swallows hard, feeling uneasy after Zoro doesn't give him an answer.

"Zoro, you... you didn't, right?" He nervously chuckles, but Zoro still doesn't move or say anything. Usopp realises that he's in grave danger here, and it's time for him to run. But just as he turns around, ready to sprint back to the living room, he hears as Zoro unsheats one of his katanas. Usopp grabs a vase, throwing it right towards Zoro, who simply cuts trough it.

"This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real!" Usopp murmurs to himself, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. But when he opens them again, Zoro's gone. Or at least that's what he thought, standing up, letting out a deep sigh at the fact that he won't die.

"Sorry. No witnesses." He hears the deep voice from behind, the blade making contact with his upper body. Usopp looks down, and is met with the sight of Zoro's katana going trough right his heart. He sees as Zoro pulls out the blade from his flesh, a hole left in its place. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth before landing on the flooring beneath him with a thud.

Zoro's hands were now stained with his friend's blood, the crimson liquid staining Nami's floor and his katana's shiny blade. He had to get rid of the body quickly, before you, Nami and all the others return with the cops. So, he grabs Usopp's dead body by the legs, dragging him to the burning car in the garage a few steps away.

You panic, dialing 911 as fast as possible while Nami ushered everybody out the house before something else catches on fire too, or the flames reach the wrong spot of the car and it explodes. But Usopp was down there, trying to put it out with the buckets from the storage room. Or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice chimes in from the other side of the line, one that you could recognise.

"Uta, hi! Nami's car got caught on fire in her garage, and she said somebody was there too, it can explode any minute, Usopp is trying to put it out but I'm worried for him, I-" you dump all the information on her, but she calmly cuts you off.

"Alright. I'll ask my dad to go, he'll bring some of his colleagues too, so him and some firefighters will be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you. Bye." You shake, worried for Usopp and Zoro at the garage. Uta puts down the phone, and you do the same as you rush back to the garage to get the two out of the house.

You cough as you get closer, Usopp and Zoro nowhere to be seen.

"ZORO! USOPP! COME ON, WE NEED TO GET OUT!" You shout, hoping they will hear you. You slow in your track when you notice the splatters of blood on the floor and wall a few meters away from the entrance of the garage. Did something happen to them? You think for a second. Maybe the fire wasn't caused by accident. Maybe somebody set it on fire intentionally, killing the person Nami said was there. And now he maybe got one of your friends too.

"USOPP! ZOR-" you call out their names, when suddenly the green haired man appears in the garage's doorway.

"Oh god, you're alright! Look, we need to get out of here, the police, firefighters and ambulance are already on their way, there's nothing we can do about the fire now. And I might sound stupid right now, but there might be even a killer, and-"

"There is. Now come with me and get out of here." He cuts you off and grabs your hand, heading to where you just came from.

"But Usopp-" you try to stop yourself, but Zoro keeps dragging you behind him.

"He'll be fine." He replies, not even looking at you.

"You know what he's like, we can't just leave him here!" You argue back, slightly raising your voice.

"There's no time for him, we need to leave, now."

"No!" You tear your hand away from his. "He will panic that he's alone, or worse, he can die too! Don't you think about that?!"

"I do, but I don't care. I don't care if that fool dies, but if I don't get you out of here and you die because of me, I'll never forgive myself." He lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder, firm hands keeping you in place. You squirm, trying to get out of his touch, but it seems impossible.

He bursts trough the door, then places you down at the front yard. The other guests were either gone the moment they heard there was a fire, or watched in horror as the smoke flowed out the house. Just as you step on the sidewalk in front of the house, the sound of cop cars hit your ears, that same deafening sound as all the other times. Firefighters and ambulance arrive at the scene too, jumping out of the vehicles in an instant. You rush towards one firefighter, the black haired, freckled guy you were friends with.

"Ace! Ace, one of my friends is still inside, please, try to find him and get him out." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"That's my job, sweetheart. Don't worry!" He reassuringly winks, running toward's Nami's house.

You knew Ace since childhood, you both went to the same school and your moms were good friends, so you got to hang out with him a lot. He loved going on adventures, and was a good company. He always dreamt of being a firefighter, and it was like a dream come true for him when he got the job. You knew that he will be great at this job, and you trusted him. When he told you not to worry, you believed him, there was something about your friend saying this that calmed you down a bit.

"Hey, you alright?" Another familiar voice sounds from behind you, his hands placed on your shoulders. You turn around and see the red haired man with scars over one of his eyes, worry displaying in his eyes. You couldn't hold your tears anymore, this was it. You wrap your arms around him, face buried into his chest, sobs escaping your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be fine." He hugs back, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Shanks was the usual friendly cop, the one who would always be there when an old lady called the police because her cat got stuck on a tree, the man who would knock into your home just because he was bored and wanted company. You knew him, his little secrets, and he knew yours.

~○~

The rest of the night you sat in Shanks' cop car, a blanket over you after a doctor checked up on you and it was all okay. You were devastated. Ace and the doctors did everything they could to save Usopp, who was found dead in the garage, stabbed. The other victim was Kaku, who died under mysterious circumstances. There was definitely a killer, but nobody knew who it was. Though you did have your suspect. And you could only wish you were wrong.

The last time you and Nami saw Kaku was when he was with Zoro, but Nami said that the two went to fetch drinks and Kaku stayed behind, so maybe that wasn't Zoro's fault. But it was also him who stayed with Usopp, he was last seen with him. And the fact that Zoro carries his katanas everywhere, including this party, and Usopp getting killed by a blade just fit together. Why would he kill Usopp? You had no idea.

Everyone got questioned one by one, and sadly all clues lead to Zoro according to Benn, who was Shanks' colleague. You didn't know him like you knew Shanks, but you would meet him often. He was smart, and knew what he was doing. And that's why you were so worried. Because he is likely right this time too, and that means Zoro, your best friend is a murderer.

You see as Shanks approaches his car where you were sitting, a serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" You quietly ask, worried that something happened, something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He says as he sits down in the back next to you, looking in a direction. You follow where his eyes are focused, and see what you didn't want to. Zoro in handcuffs, escorted to a police car. A tear escapes you, it hurts to think that your friend is a killer. You didn't know his motives, why he did what he did, but he probably had a good reason.

~○~

Life went smoothly. The image of that night was still vivid in your mind, but you forgot about it so often that it was almost like it's gone. You would still sometimes dream about it, but other than that, you were fine. Shanks was worried that you will be targeted after this, so he offered to take care of you and live with him if you want. You have been living alone ever since you were 15, and you knew Shanks well, so, you moved in with him. He has been acting as your father figure ever since, and you totally don't mind it.

You would sometimes still wonder: why did you do it, Zoro?

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[ro-botany]

hi! since you asked for questions…. any recommendations for how to get started digging into Grima Lore and Headcanons for someone who has only very recently discovered an interest in Grima?

Oh!! Hello anon, welcome!! You're absolutely in the right place for this. We've got so many posts about Grima in this little corner of the fandom.

I'm going to assume you have some familiarity with Fire Emblem Awakening - knowledge of the plot and who the major players are. If you aren't familiar though feel free to poke me about it and I can try to summarize for you!

Hmm... how best to ease you in....

For a brief overview of what is strictly canon, Grima's wiki page ain't a bad place to start. Good refresher of relevant story.

Moving into theorizing and headcanons...

Well, I'll shill myself first. :P My post about Parallels Between Grima and Frankenstein's Monster is, I think, a good spot to dip your toes in. It touches on some backstory and covers themes that pop up a lot in these parts; Grima's agency or lack thereof. There's also an Extended Reblog Chain with further discussion on those subjects.

I would be remiss if I didn't include Dawn's Robin = Grima Reincarnation essay. Robin and Grima being the same person is foundational to so much of the theorizing I'm about to link. Basically required reading lol.

Beyond that introduction... I'll direct you to felikatze's excellent Grimleal Studies Masterpost, containing links to a TON of cool theorizing and analysis by various authors; as well as Dawn's Masterpost of her own writings about the guy. Those should give you a TON to chew on. All of it is interesting imo, but the bolded links in Feli's post are good first picks. There's a good mix of subjects there, from in-universe history to interesting real-world parallels to deep dives into characters' psyches to wacky fantasy biology.

Lots of stuff not found in the masterposts (due to being more recent) can be found in my "grimleal studies" tag, also.

I hope you enjoy the reads!! Grima definitely can seem like a relatively bland big bad evil guy at first, but if you chew on him for a bit a lot of flavour comes out.

Also, consider this an invitation to send me asks about the guy whenever you want, I'm always down to talk Grima lore 👀

[existentialexitwounds]

ATR

Good guy vibes only am I rite. Must be good guy approved to do good guy shi--stuff.

Spoilers, there were no perks to being a Wallflower.

And Fast Times at Ridgemont High is the slowest movie you will ever watch.

Now I just post oddly informative clips from the 70-80s. That's my job now. People have fetishes that revolve around body parts and mine are more entirely a singular person based fetish. I like to keep it complicated.

Someone told me about their armpit fetish once and I was like, any armpit will do it, eh?

"So and so invited you too like Hallucingenic Buddhism."

I like to keep religion out of my hallucinations. Also why is that spelled wrong.

Hearing about my family's plan to set steel-jaw traps for armadillos.

They eat fire ants, so I don't know why the ant hills they dig up bother people so much. Planning to snap the neck of Dracula's (1931) pets just seems, eh. Not wise. Don't take me literally there. I'm also hoping they don't kill their neighbor's cats.

"The holes are dangerous." Yeah, those traps are super safe.

How long do you have to stay awake before it becomes a psychedelic experience? Asking for a friend. I've thought about doing that whole meditation thing, but it sort of just sounds like an excuse to practice sleeping sitting up. [Vmodify joke, less specific but understandable.V]

I think he's being Patrick Swayze and he needs to put that swayze awayze.

Don't hurt Patrick Swayze, btw: where did you try to hide Patrick Swayze... Look, just because you want to punch your dick so hard you shit yourself strangely doesn't mean anyone else should get caught up in between that fight. Where you tryin' to push others under there under ther under there: trust me buds, under there under t he r doesn't get better with time, so some persons (identities redacted) handled the issue appropriately.

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Jacob Graves

I think he's being Patrick Swayze and he needs to put that swayze awayze.

Don't hurt Patrick Swayze, btw: where did you try to hide Patrick Swayze...

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Andy dick (sweet potato hair) : kevorkian, a chawnee, and a Rupert psychopath situation.

If you noticed any others, feel free to point them out carefully. If it puts you in danger, don't worry about it, someone else probably already figured it out or is figuring it out.

I think there is a Vlad the impalerish female psychopath: she's not fun to be around, is not a member of my direct family but likes to impersonate others also.

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Jim why does your hat invade persons' thoughts when you designed it to do that.

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Jim: rocket man planet man mind reader. | GingerFish: he retreats into an inside world, has something going on, doesn't have to feel pain, technical expert (network security technician) may have hostages. | Chawnee: photographic memory, has someone stuck to them: bio hostage, mesh tool, knows CSS code. | Rupert wire tapper, has passwords and persons' work, may have hostages. | Vladietta: body jumping, knows games, probably knows code.

If you notice any more, let me know. Someone may be imposing physical pain and agony onto others.

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Also, did you still (yes, you probably stilled and stole it) someone's wiretap, Jim.

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Also, "Chew" you have a lot of technical knowledge somehow.

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Chew claims to be secretary centric: it's al business and the business is violent.

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If it sounds like I'm talking like a medium: feel free to think for yourself on this one.

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I think your son Fredreich is trapped in basement somewhere, and that is disturbing.

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Robin, your son gets real weird sometimes.

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Look, just because you want to punch your dick so hard you shit yourself strangely doesn't mean anyone else should get caught up in between that fight.

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Tried so hard and-- shit everyone else's bed for them.

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Where you tryin' to push others under there under ther under there: trust me buds, under there under t he r doesn't get better with time, so some persons (identities redacted) handled the issue appropriately.

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The singer in Linkin' Park is not the person I'm talking about here, but they do be this way.

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A dude you're trying to get to blow you is where your life stops tho/'

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I think Chawnee has chimerism and may have a person stuck to them strangely who doesn't want what Chawnee wants.

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WIP Wednesday Game

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Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

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She started to pour the pot of dirty dish water out the window but jerked back when she saw someone sleeping underneath it.

“Oma! I’m so sorry Bao, did I get any on you?” 

“That’s all right Lyn, just a little.” Bao was a homeless man that had been living in her neighborhood for several years. He had a bum leg and a deep scar on his head that caved in far enough that his skull and brain had to be damaged as well. She could only assume that was what caused Bao’s memory problems and tendency to lose track of his thoughts mid sentence.

“Let me get you a towel.” She said, seeing the wet spot on his shoulder. Bao normally slept up the street a bit, she wondered what he was doing here. He blankly stared at the towel after she handed it to him like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. Lou pointed to his shoulder, and saw the understanding dawn over his features before he dabbed the spot on his jacket. 

“Are you hungry? Would you like some jook?” She asked. 

“Oh that sounds wonderful Lyn. Yes, thank you.” 

“Here, just leave the bowl on the window sill when you’re done, okay?” Lou said, leaning down to hand it to him.

“Don’t do that, he’ll never leave.”

Lou startled at the sound of her mother’s voice, thankfully the bowl was already secure in Bao’s hands so she didn’t dump hot food all over him in addition to dirty water. She straightened up. “Good morning, Mom.” 

“He’s definitely faking, you know. Can't remember anyone’s name but he remembers to pick up his pension every month. He’s choosing to sleep outside to get pity and free stuff from people who actually work for a living.” Her mom sat herself down at the kitchen table. She didn’t have a pipe, which would explain why she was extra cranky this morning.  Lou suppressed the urge to roll her eyes as she served her mother her own bowl. The irony of her complaining about someone living off someone else’s labor was almost too much. Mom probably thought she somehow deserved that money more than Bao, who’d actually fought for the city and ended up mangled for it. “There’s no faking that scar. Besides, everyone knows a military pension isn’t enough on its own to pay rent and eat too.”

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Ah yes. The Big Charity Gala. One of the biggest in Gotham every year. Danny forgets the technical name for it. He's been so busy with the talons and the court of owls that the date has snuck up on him. He really should get a filter set up in wayne manor before they host such a big event.

But he knows his shenanigans are pushing Batman's limits. He doesn't want to break the poor guy, and while danny is confident his ghost powers could carry him through the manor without triggering its security, Bruce doesnt need to be more stressed out by finding more devices he doesnt trust in his own home days before a big event.

So, he'll ask red robin and spoiler to accompany him. That way, they'll know what he's doing every step of the way and be able to watch where he places each of the filters.

Mischief: so there's that Big Charity Gala coming up, that wayne manor is hosting?

Red robin: what about it?

Muichief: ive already identified wayne manor as an ecto hot spot. I'd like to set up some filters there before the party cause i think everyone who attends would benefit. But i dont want mr wayne thinking im another gotham rogue planning some dasdardly scheme, ya know?

Spoiler: i can already see that this is gonna be a hard sell.

Red robin: literally all you do is scheme.

Mischief: but they arent DASDARDLY schemes! My schemes cause maximum chaos and minimum damage.

Mischief: And mr wayne is too much of a golden retriever to be an entertaining target.

Mischief: and im pretty sure he's single handedly keeping gotham from falling into financial ruin with all the charity work he does. I dont want to interrupt that.

Spoiler: phhht, you had me at Big Charity Gala. Whatever your planning, i want in.

Red robin: fuck it. Im in too. Tell me everything, and we'll get you into wayne manor to set up.

This was all over chat of course, because danny didnt think he could call batman a golden retriever with a straight face. With that out of the way, he just had to get ready to actually *attend* the gala. Cant crash (affectionate) a party without attending, right?

It would be pretty interesting to see how many people show up, though. With half of gotham's elite arrested for connections to the Court, and half of the rest having long since flown the coop to escape arrest, it was probably a good thing that this charity event was known for being open invitation. Anyone up to the dress code and able to pay the entrance fee could attend.

Danny had free access to Pariah's coffers, so that wasnt an issue. He just had to pull out some earth-origin jewelry and give the stuff a bath in blood blossom extract to remove any lingering ecto-signature, then sell it in gotham's thriving black market for cash to pay the tailor and the entrance fee.

Shame that sam wouldnt make it in time. Danny enjoyed attending galas with her and all the games they played to keep themselves entertained.

Lady gotham had also given danny a pearl necklace with explicit instructions to give to bruce. He had it wrapped and signed from Lady Gotham because he didnt want to risk touching and accidentally tampering with that death echo. There was far too much love and protection wrapped up in those pearls which was desperate to reach their orphaned son. Martha deserved to have her dying message sent.

He still wasnt sure how to deliver the gift. He was half tempted to sneak it into bruce's office to find later, bat paranoia be damned.

Crack prompt: Danny has declared war on the curses in Gotham. He is armed with a water balloon gun, but the balloons are full of medical-grade ectoplasm. He targets any location, ghost, or liminal being tainted by curses and/or corrupted ecto - absolutely drenching them before yeeting off again.

This includes the Bats. Danny is smart about it, though. He lived in Gotham for several months before acting, so he could get the lay of the land. He also waits for patrol to be finished before hitting the Bats - he doesn't want to interrupt their Quest to Better Gotham (or be labeled an invader to their haunt).

One night, Danny happens upon Batman patrolling alone and waits for him to finish cleaning up a crime scene before hitting they guy with a half-clip of balloons. Batman gives chase, like he always does, and Danny runs, like he always does. He knows by now that, for whatever reason, Crime Alley is off limits to Batman. The whole alley just gives off "no (other) bats allowed" vibes.

Red hood is just more territorial. Whatever.

At any rate, Danny is enjoying the chase, using just enough ghost powers to stay ahead of batman, almost-but-not-quite taunting him. Crime Alley isn't too far, so instead of turning invisible around a corner like he usually does, he makes his way to the Alley to see if the no-trasspassing rule is enough to stop Batman mid-chase. He leaps across rooftops and weaves through fire escapes, ecto-balloon-gun bouncing by its strap against his back, until finally he's at the border, slightly tapping into flight to make the jump across a slightly wider road into the alley proper.

He turns around immediately, spotting Batman skulking on the rooftop on the other side of the road, stopping the chase and suit half-covered in healing ectoplasm.

"Sanctuary!" Danny yells, pumping his fists in the air from getting caught up in the exciting rush of adrenaline, "I claim sanctuary!"

"Who the fuck is claiming sanctuary in my territory?" Red Hood booms from almost directly behind Danny. He would have yeeted out of his own skin from surprise if he hadn't spent years honing his ghost-fighting instincts. As it was, Danny instead whirled around and emptied the clip of balloons into Hood, purely out of reflex.

Hood stood there, drenched in ecto like his fellow Bat one rooftop over, glaring murder at Danny with glowing eyes. But his haunt betrayed Hood's true emotions.

Surprise, concern, impressed, you-little-brat.

Danny booked it to the fire escape and turned invisible the second he was out of sight.

[steves-male-wifey]

i loved the steve x male reader who’s one of brenners ex patients thingy so can i request kinda a part 2 of steve taking him to the beach for the first time! like steve swimming with the male reader, steve burying the male reader in sand and the male readers just like “oh yea i like this”

just like beach fluff

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧 | Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Sorry for the delay, I just got a booster and my arm hurts. This was a really cute request!

// Part One //

You spent the past hour packing everything you needed in a suitcase. Steve had planned that the two of you could visit the beach this weekend. Since you’ve spent your whole life inside Hawkins Laboratory, he wanted you to experience all the things you missed out on. 

You’ve never seen the ocean before, so this is all a very exciting experience for you. Steve told you that you guys could swim in the ocean, make sand castles, have a picnic, or bury each other in the sand. 

Steve insisted that he could teach you how to swim since he’s part of the swimming team in their school. You practiced in his pool and managed to learn the basics. He was a really good teacher, his encouragement helped you learn faster. (God, I love him) 

When the weekend finally arrives, you guys head out to the beach. It was a lot more beautiful than you imagined. It was even better than the pictures you’ve seen in books and magazines. 

Steve managed to find a perfect spot to settle down. You tried to put down your stuff as fast as possible, wanting to swim in the sea already. 

“Someone’s impatient, huh?” Steve laughed at your excitement. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). We have the whole afternoon to ourselves,” he said as he opens the umbrella that you’ll use later. 

Once you guys finished, you ran frantically towards the ocean with Steve following behind you. The coolness of the water met your feet. Steve held your hand as you both moved deeper into the waters. 

You were thankful that Steve taught you how to swim, he was very active in the water but at least you could keep up with him. 

After an hour of playing in the water, you guys decided to take a break. The two of you make your way back to your spot. The sun was shining brighter, it was a relief that Steve brought an umbrella, meaning you can eat lunch in comfort.

You open the picnic basket and reveal a few cans of beer, some bottles of water, and the sandwiches you two made earlier. You and Steve ate your food as you both talked about on what to do next. 

Steve brought out some tools he used to build sand castles as a kid. You were the main architect of the castle, while Steve was in charge of bringing water for the moat. The castle turned out pretty decent, it was sloppy in some places but you didn’t care. Unfortunately, the castle was knocked out by the ocean tides. (To be fair, building a castle near the water was a stupid idea.) 

Steve suggested that he could bury you in the sand. You didn’t understand why people do that for fun but you didn’t argue with him. He made sure to dig a hole that’ll fit you. When he finished, you lay down inside. 

“Feeling comfortable?” he asked while gazing thoughtfully into the ocean. You felt comfy under the soft warm golden grains of sand. “This feels nice” you sighed. Steve looked at you and smiled. 

Sadly, the sun was almost down, meaning it was time for both of you to head back. “I had a lot of fun today. We should come back here more often.” you say, you had an urge to stretch your body but you were still under the sand. “We can come back in a few months. Next time we should invite Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan.” 

Steve helped you break free from the sand, he let his hand out to help you stand up. The two of you started packing up the basket, blankets, and other items into the bag. You left the beach holding each others hands. 

You cast a couple of sad looks over your shoulder at the beach, noticing that Steve had also done the same. Today was the most fun you’ve ever had, no words could describe how grateful you were thanks to Steve bringing you here. After all, he wanted to give you the life that you deserved. 

[boybandbaby]

Fill Me In

Summary: You and Eddie are friends with benefits, well kinda. You really like Eddie but you’re not sure he feels the same.

Word Count: 2,833

Note: Not edited. I’m not super comfortable writing smut at the moment. This is more of a modern fic which is why Steve and Robin are working at Scoops Ahoy not Family Video. Also, if there are ever any warnings that I don’t disclose, feel free to call me out on it. Thank you :) 

You and Eddie had become friends almost immediately when you entered the friend group. You were introduced to everyone through Max who you had met at a skatepark. While she was interested in skateboarding, you dabbled in rollerskating. The entire group was going to a roller rink and Max invited you to come with. You agreed, wanting to spend more time with your friend and wanting to expand your friend group. 

The night at the roller rink you had somehow become the clumsiest skater amongst the group. You’re not sure if it was the nerves of meeting new people or the wax on the floor compared to the concrete you were normally used to. Max had defended you when the boys made comments similar to “I thought you said she was good at this?” 

“She is good. She’s used to the skate park, not this lame room with disco lights.” Max would say.

You definitely had to thank her later. But the younger boys weren’t the only ones making comments, you heard Eddie making comments as well. His comments were more about you rather than your skating. The comments were definitely flirtatious and joking which only added to the nerves and clumsiness of the night.

The moment you met Eddie, you knew you two would be good friends (and maybe something more). He was funny, super nice, and really cute. Whenever you would slip and tumble, if he wasn’t there to catch you or stable you, he would fall even more dramatically to get people to watch him instead of you. He’d also say things like “You gotta stop falling for me angel. I get it, I’m cute.” or “Did I distract you again? You gotta pay attention to where you’re going, not my handsome face.” You’d roll your eyes and take his hand or push him away, making him roll in front of you to which he’d then say, “if you wanna look at my butt, all you have to do is ask.” Then he’d wink and stumble away.

Steve said he was coming on too strong and girls didn’t like that but it worked for you and Eddie. He’d flirt with you, sometimes you’d get shy and sometimes you’d flirt back depending on how his comments affected you. 

As more time went on, he would show his affection and attraction with touch. Obviously he would never do anything too extreme or against your consent. He’d lay an arm over your shoulders if you were waiting in line somewhere or his hand on the lower part of your back as he passed by you. He’d hold his hand out to you so you wouldn’t fall coming out of the car or down a few steps on the stairs. He’d even pull out an old trick multiple times by asking to see who’s hand was bigger. He would place your hands together, always being a bit bigger than yours. “Huh, look at that, my hand engulfs yours.” He’d shrug and intertwine your fingers together, resting them on his thigh and going back to eating or watching tv.

Then one night at a small gathering at Steve’s, he whispered in your ear how pretty you looked. You could smell the weed and alcohol on his breath mixed with the tic tacs he asked Nancy for earlier. You just smiled and looked up toward him. He wasn’t smiling back down at you, he just reached his hand out towards you as he always did. Once you took his hand, he led you to the closest bathroom, away from everyone else. “Eddie, what’s up? Are you okay?” You asked.

“Look, I know we flirt all the time and stuff but I really wanna kiss you.” He blurts out as he shuts the door. “I mean, only if you’re okay with it. It’s just… the alcohol and stuff is making me more bold than usual and you look really pretty tonight and-”

You shut him up with a kiss. Eddie looked really good tonight too. His hair was surprisingly not as frizzy as normal meaning he put some type of product in it. He wore a plain white t-shirt, not exactly a v-cut but low enough to see his collar bones, a new necklace, and tattoos poking out. He had on plain black jeans and sneakers, a couple of bracelets on his wrists. You started with his lips and trailed down to his chest, his shirt slipping off in the process. Ever since that night, having sex became a regular thing. The only problem now was that he hadn’t made you his girlfriend and you were too nervous to bring it up. Were you dating? Just friends with benefits? 

-

You and Eddie had just finished a third round of fucking. You were still on top of him, resting on his lower stomach after he pulled out of you. Your hands rested on his bare chest and his on your hips, under the plain colored shirt you still had on. 

“You,” he moved his hands behind his head, intertwining his fingers as he looked up at you, “were incredible today.”

You leaned down to kiss his lips before smoothing your hair back. “Same could be said about you, Munson.”

He groaned. “You know I hate when you call me that.” He tapped your thigh as he sat up.

“Why? It’s your last name.” You laugh, rolling off of him onto his bed.

“And my dads.” He rolls his eyes, searching for his boxers.

“And Wayne’s” You smile. “Maybe my last name too someday.” You mumble, not really thinking before saying the words.

“What?” He pauses, boxers in hand as he looks over to you.

“What?” You looked back at him in horror. “I’ve gotta go!” You screeched, picking up the clothing on the floor.

“Y/n?” Eddie rushes to slip into his boxers as you already scramble into the living room of his trailer. You had grabbed his sweats instead of your shorts. At this point you didn’t care. You just needed to get out of there. You grabbed your shoes by the door and hastily put them on just as he came out of his room. “Y/n, we have to talk about this.” He hobbles on one leg, trying to slip his jeans on. He struggles, really wishing you hadn’t stolen his sweats. You’re already out of the door and headed to your car by then time he gets both legs in his pants. He dismisses any footwear as he bounds down the steps. He’s too late, you’re already reversing onto the road.

Eddie lets out a string of curse words before deflating back into his room.

-

“Okay, so let me get this straight. You’ve been flirting and talking and even fucking but you haven’t made your feelings clear?” Steve crosses his arms and leans against the counter of Scoops Ahoy.

“Well, I thought they were pretty clear Steve. Which is why I’m freaking out now.” Eddie groans, head against the door frame leading to the back of the store. 

“So, why haven’t you just called or texted her?” Robin asks.

“Oh my god, you two do not listen.” Eddie whines. “I’ve called, texted, even tried showing up to her house but she doesn’t answer.”

“I’m sure she reads the messages so just send a long text explaining how you feel.” Steve shrugs before turning to the counter where a few customers are approaching. 

“I really think I should talk to her in person.” Eddie adds. 

“Well, do you have feelings for her? If you’re going to let her down, do it through text.” Steve throws over his shoulder.

“Do not do it over text.” Robin shoots her comment more towards Steve than Eddie as she rolls her eyes. “I agree, you should talk to her in person. Tell her you’re sorry for leading her on and that you aren’t looking for a relationship right now.” Robin hops off the stool to ring up the customers.

“But I don’t want to reject her. I like her, of course I do. I just-”

“It’s simple really Eddie. You either wanna be with her or you don’t.” Steve hands off the last cup of ice cream to the youngest member of the family.

“It’s simple for you, Harrington. I’ve never had a girlfriend or like a relationship. What if I suck at doing all the lovey dovey shit?”

“Oh? So you do like her?” Robin asks. Eddie nods. “Well then, we just have to help Eddie express his feelings.”

“Okay but how? He just said she’s not answering him at all.” Steve wipes his hand on a towel nearby.

“I mean, we can just ask Max to bring her over for like a hangout of something.” Robin suggests. “We’ll say it’s a girls night or something and then Eddie can just happen to come over and Y/n will have to talk to him.”

“Okay but I want to be there too.” Steve crosses his arms and leans against the counter. 

“Why? It’s not like we’re actually all going to be there Steve. I know you have fomo but it’s just a plan.” Robin shakes her head as Eddie laughs. 

“Oh.” Steve deflates. “Well, we should still be there in case Eddie chickens out or fucks up.”

“Thanks for that, Harrington.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’ll catch up with you two later.” He grabs his things off the break room table and heads to the parking garage located outside of the food court entrance. He misses Robin roughly shoving Steve’s shoulder as he leaves.

-

“How do you know?” You ask Max.

“I overheard Robin and Steve talking. They’re planning to trick you into a movie night and then Eddie will show up and they’re gonna make you listen to him.” Max takes a slice of the pizza that you’re sharing. Her and Lucas asked to go out to eat so they could talk to you about something. You didn’t expect her to tell you about Eddie’s plan to get you to talk to him.

“Are you mad at Eddie?” Lucas asks. Max had told Lucas all the drama going on since he loves to hear the gossip from her. “Like did he do something wrong?”

“Well no but I just can’t face him. We’ve grown so close and I basically told him I was in love with him. He doesn’t feel the same way though.” You sigh and lean back in the booth.

“Do you know that for sure though? I mean when he looks at you his eyes are all bright and glossy and it’s literally the heart eyes emoji in a person.” Max smiles. “Maybe just talk to him.”

“Yeah, he’s affected by your absence y/n. He’s still Eddie but not as loud and rambunctious as normal during Hellfire.” Lucas laughs. “I mean it’s kind of nice sometimes but he’s clearly going through something without you in his life.”

“Just reach out to him. Even if it’s just a text.” Max nods encouragingly. 

“How are you two giving me relationship advice?” You laugh as you take another bite of pizza.

-

That night you decide to give their advice a try and text Eddie.

You: hey delivered

You: hey read at 7:09pm

So he was mad. He left you on read. It’s been two hours already. You decide to screenshot the message and send it to Max when you get a notification from Eddie.

Eddie: hey

You immediately open it up and wince when you realize your read receipts are on. You were going to make him wait for a response like he did with you. It’s too late for that now.

You: hey, do you have time to talk right now?

Eddie: i can clear up my schedule for you

Eddie: i’m kidding, i don’t have anything going on

Eddie: i mean like i always have time for you

Eddie: sorry

You: for?

Eddie: i’m rambling

You: as per usual

You: not that it’s a bad thing

You: it’s just something that you tend to do

Eddie: like you’re doing right now to avoid what we really need to talk about

You: i’m not avoiding anything

You: you’re avoiding me really. Leaving me on read for hours???

Eddie: i didn’t mean too i just needed to gather my thoughts on what i was going to say

You: and all you could come up with was “hey” ????

Eddie: are we fighting rn?

You: no? This doesn’t seem like a fight

You: anyway, did you wanna talk here or on the phone or in person. I can drive to you

Eddie: you wanna meet at my trailer? Wayne’s out on a date

You: wait really? With who?

Eddie: remember that lady Marsha he met at the store that one time? She invited him over for dinner

You: Marsha? Mug lady Marsha?

Eddie: yep! His dream woman

Eddie: so you’re coming over then?

You: yeah, I’ll be right over

Eddie: okay, drive safe

When you had arrived at Eddie’s, he was already sitting on the porch, clouded by smoke. He had stood up and stomped out his cigarette the second he saw you pull up. With sweaty palms now in his pockets, completely shirtless and in now dirty white socks, he approached you. You never would have guessed how nervous he was. He always seemed confident with the way he carried himself.

“Hi.” He smiled softly, grabbing your bag as he always had. “You hungry?”

“Not really.” You sighed, “how are you?”

“Not good y/n.” He turned toward you as he opened his front door. “And you?”

“I’m fine.” You stepped inside and looked around as if it was your first time in his home. 

“That makes one of us.” He muttered as he set your bag on the table and took a seat. “You don’t have to act like a stranger y/n. You’ve been here plenty of times before.”

“I know.” You shrugged. “I just- I don’t really know where to start.” You slump into the seat next to him. 

“You can start by apologizing for running out on me and ignoring me these past few days.” Eddie smiles all smug.

You roll your eyes. “I’m sorry. I know I left abruptly. I was just embarrassed.” 

“Why would you be embarrassed?” He leaned over the corner of the table, grabbing your hands. “Because you confessed your love for me and said you wanna marry me and carry my babies and get all wrinkly with me?”

“Eddie…” You groan and rest your forehead on the table. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not! It’s cute. Really, it’s an honor that you want to take my last name one day.” He grins. “So you do love me?” He asks more shyly now. 

“I think that’s pretty clear.” You shove his shoulder. “What do you think about it?”

“About you being obsessed with me?” Eddie laughs when you glare at him. “I’m kidding. Y/n, you have to know that I’m in love with you too. I thought it was pretty clear but even Steve made me realize I wasn’t as straight forward about it as I thought.”

“You mean it?” 

“Duh. But…” He drags out, your eyebrows raising. “I always thought I would take your last name.”

“You’d take my name?” You laugh.

“Yeah, it’s 2023. We don’t have to follow old traditions and stuff. I can be Mr. y/last/n.”

“What if we just hyphenate it? I think Wayne would be hurt if you got rid of the Munson name.”

“I don’t think Wayne will care. He’s getting his own Mrs. Munson soon.” Eddie kisses your knuckles. 

“Oh my god, that’s right. Do you think Wayne is getting laid right now?” You kiss Eddie’s knuckles (more so his rings than his actual skin).

“Ew gross. Don’t put that image in my brain.” Eddie pulls his hands away. “You’re sick, you know that?”

“Sick in love. With you.” You smile as Eddie stands up. He bends over to kiss your lips. It’s short but long enough to leave you in a love trance. “Can you make me food now? I’m starving, I just didn’t want to tell you when I got here.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re getting canned soup and poorly made grilled cheese.” Eddie heads to the stove to get started. 

“Did you purposely not wear a shirt today?” You turn to watch him cook.

“Maybe…” He shrugs, biting his lip. “I thought it would help my chances. I knew you could never resist me naked.”

“Shut up, Munson.” You grab a random towel on the table and throw it at him.

“You shut up first future Mrs. Munson.” He winks and turns back to the stove. You smile and make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and resting your cheek against his bare back. 

“I love you, Eddie.” You sigh. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He rubs his spatula free hand over your arms.

[sparklyslug]

Your cute writing prompt is first date but 1 of them doesn’t realise it’s a date (dealer’s choice on the pairing but something stranger things please)

I got LOVELY prompts earlier this week and I'm still working through them! Just HAD to take this moment to reveal myself as a Buckingham truther, TAKE ME AS I AM BELOVED PALS!

MASSIVE HUGE THANKS TO THE ANGEL AND DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER @greenlikethesea for talking this through with me and lending me their amazing brainpower

So Robin wasn’t like, surprised or weirded out or anything at first. Because this, this is normal! This is a thing they’ve been doing, this is just like a convenient case of two people with aligned interests and a common goal uniting their efforts for the cause! The quest! All of that stuff. Normal. Not weird. Not surprising. 

Because last Friday, it had been sitting at the back of the movie theater. Wednesday before that, it had been a discreet table at the back of Laurenzo’s Pizza two towns over. And Saturday before that, it had been maximum incognito mode to see Eddie’s gig at the Hideout, the two of them kind of taking their eyes off the prize to dissolve into giggles at each other’s Rocker Chick disguises. They probably weren’t all that convincing. 

But Chrissy is sliding into the booth next to her, a giant precariously-swirled cone of soft serve in each delicate hand, and Robin has to face facts—Steve and Eddie are nowhere to be seen. 

She’d thought it was a little funny at first, not funny like hahaha hilarious but funny like strange, how Chrissy had just fearlessly led the way into the Cone Zone. Not the fearless part. Robin had only known Chrissy from the Before Vecna times the way a lot of people had known her, which is to say not actually knowing her at all but assuming that she had her all figured out regardless. But in the After Vecna times Robin has witnessed again and again Chrissy’s growing assuredness, her steps into confidence that wasn’t just faked but absolutely truly down to the soles of her sweet unblemished Keds genuine. So that wasn’t a surprise by any means. It was more the lack of…sneak. 

Listen, okay. Everyone knows what’s happening here. That first-time-that-wasn’t-a-first-time, when Steve had finally got his shit together and invited Eddie out for a burger, Robin had looked across the restaurant and into the big blue eyes of Chrissy Cunningham, sitting alone and casual as anything on the other side of the room (Eddie and Steve both being horrendously fake-cool at a table smack dab in the middle of the room between them). Chrissy had probably figured out what was happening immediately, judging by the somewhat less angelic than usual smile spreading across her sweet face, but Robin figured it out when Eddie made a suave smoking gesture and jerked his thumb at the door, and on the way out actually pretty smoothly jerked his head a little bit at Chrissy. Who immediately hopped up and followed after him, sending a little wiggly-fingered wave to Robin once his back was turned to her. 

Steve meanwhile had whipped around in his seat to stare at Robin, eyes wide. She flashed him two thumbs up and a wide grin which, given how Steve scowled at her, was either too manic or not convincing enough or probably both. You good? Robin mouthed at him across the restaurant, and Steve immediately emphatically shook his head no. He turned back around, apparently sufficiently comforted, and sank his face into his hands. 

So he didn’t see how Chrissy Cunningham slid into the free chair next to Robin, making her jump and nearly knock over her glass of water. Chrissy was in pristine white jeans and a cozy-looking chunky white knit sweater and it’s just water but still Robin would have felt like, kind of bad to mar anything about her. Would have felt like smudging a greasy fingerprint over a stained glass window or something. 

“Is it cheating if we compare notes?” Chrissy asked in a conspiratorial whisper, reaching out to steady Robin’s water glass.

“Notes?” Robin said uneasily, watching as Eddie made his way back to their table, where Steve fortunately was apparently done freaking out and sitting back in his chair looking kind of normal. Looking good, maybe, if the way Eddie’s face broke out into a small, soft smile was anything to go by. 

“On how it’s going,” Chrissy supplied. “I just had to talk Eddie down from running off into the night and stranding Steve here out of anxiety, which he seriously thought was the best idea for a second there, so I think it’s going pretty great.”

“Uh,” Robin blinked into her face, shooting a glance over at Steve like maybe he can help her out here, before remembering that oh yeah, they’re kind of here to do the opposite. “I think Steve just tried to kill me with his eyeballs? So yeah, great, pretty great.”

Chrissy laughed, a sweet little fairy tinkle of a sound, and oh no, Robin was so charmed. “Our job is done, then. Think they can take it from here?”

They both looked over at Eddie and Steve. 

“No way,” Chrissy said, right as Robin sighed “absolutely not.”

And that’s how it goes for a little while. Steve asks Robin to hang around, just in case, and Eddie asks Chrissy to hang around, just in case, and Chrissy and Robin hang around with each other, because it gets kind of old to sit around restaurants and bowling alleys and movie theaters waiting for their idiot best friends to figure out how to make a move on each other. It’s more fun to be able to keep each other company, especially since after the inevitable first twenty minutes, Eddie and Steve don’t really need them. Not until the last twenty minutes, when the question of a Kiss becomes imminent, and the two of them completely lose their minds. The guys, the guys lose their minds. Chrissy and Robin don’t lose anything except for maybe their patience. Not that Chrissy shows it, saving her eyerolls for Robin and turning only sweet support and an encouragingly squeezed hand to Eddie during his “smoke breaks.” Robin’s the asshole, maybe, sticking her tongue out at Steve and making exaggerated shooing motions. To each her own, anyway. It seems to work okay for Eddie and Steve, except for how A Kiss has yet to be achieved. 

After that first week or so, Steve doesn’t always feel like he needs Robin there, and Eddie doesn’t always need Chrissy. Depending on the location, or their moods, or whatever, either Robin or Chrissy are theoretically off the Emotional Support Friend clock. So if Robin calls Chrissy and tells her they’re headed for the Hideout tonight, or Chrissy swings by Robin’s closing shift at Family Video brandishing to The Fly, they both just come along. 

It’s just. They’re having fun, okay? It’s kind of boring and weird to sit alone in a movie theater watching the backs of Steve and Eddie’s heads get closer and closer together. But it’s fun to sit with Chrissy, to whisper jokes in the dark, to bob their heads along to music neither of them would usually listen to. Chrissy is fun. Robin is having fun, and that’s fine, that’s okay, she can have fun while Steve is making himself crazy over whether or not Eddie likes him likes him (Eddie probably wouldn’t have Chrissy lurking in the background if he didn’t, just like Steve somehow needs Robin there to prop up his more-fragile-than-he-acts confidence, but Robin doesn’t want to point that out). 

Steve and Eddie have to know what’s going on. Probably. They should, but with those two, Robin figures you can’t exactly rely on an overabundance of brainpower. Or, to be more fair, any kind of spatial awareness when the other one is around. Which is sweet, actually, it really is, the way they just lean into each other and go a little blind to everything else around them, and don’t seem to register that their best pals aren’t alone on these little moral support missions. Steve dragged Robin into the Cineplex bathroom for a dramatic recitation of hands brushing in the popcorn bucket and what it might mean (gross) and didn’t even for a second question why Robin was here when he hadn’t actually told her about this date. 

But anyway, that’s not the point, the point is that it’s not weird for Chrissy to just pick Robin up with a destination, and even if Robin hadn’t heard that there was a date happening didn’t mean there wasn’t one. 

But they’re at the Cone Zone, and Chrissy isn’t even bothering to sneak around like they can’t be spotted by Steve and Eddie, and she’s pushing a cone into Robin’s hand and blinking those big blue eyes at Robin with a small smile. 

Robin has some questions, suddenly. But she also has a dripping cone in her hand, and that takes priority. While she gets her thoughts in order, she licks up the side of the cone. 

She’s not trying to be like. It’s not a move, okay! Robin has never consciously tried to pull a move in her entire life. The thought is actually terrifying. 

Not as terrifying as how Chrissy goes absolutely still, her lips parting in a silent oh, blush rising on her cheeks. Her own ice cream is dripping down the cone and onto her fingers, but she absolutely doesn’t appear to have noticed. 

“So, uh,” Robin clears her throat. “There’s no date?”

“Oh, there’s a date,” Chrissy says. “It’s just not Steve and Eddie’s.”

Chrissy slides a little closer to her on the booth, the wide neck of her pink sweater slipping a little further down on her shoulder. There’s a fat strawberry blonde ringlet falling right across the strap of a lacey cream bra, and Robin wants to do something crazy like take that ringlet in her hands, run her fingers over it and move it to the size. Get a better look the hollow of her collarbone that gives Robin a pang of concern, a tender impulse to hold Chrissy close, and the lace of that strap, get her fingertips under that too and see if it’s as soft as it looks, if it’ll slide as easily off Chrissy’s shoulder and–. 

Robin yanks her eyes up to Chrissy’s face, knows she’s going bright red, but Chrissy’s eyes aren’t on Robin, they’re over Robin’s shoulder with a kind of beseeching expression and–

Seized by a sudden suspicion, Robin whips her head around. And–no way, no way, there at the other side of Cone Zone, wearing a laughable Colts baseball cap and a giant pair of sunglasses that she suspects–no, she knows for sure– belong to Steve, is Eddie Munson. His black leather jacket zipped up under his chin, black boots on and looking like he’s about to rob a bank or something. She’s not sure how she missed him before, but he is unmistakably flashing a double thumbs-up at the two of them, before he sees Robin looking over and immediately drops his hands. And then drops to the floor, sliding right out of the chair and under the table, like a puppet with his strings cut. 

Next to her, Chrissy groans. 

“He promised he’d play it cool,” Chrissy is saying when Robin turns back to her, knowing she’s got a goody, disbelieving smile spreading across her face. Chrissy’s cheeks are a little red too, her blue eyes bright and a little anxious, but she’s smiling. Her perfect, sweet little smile, the imperfection of her crooked little canines just adding to the overall Chrissy effect. 

“Cool? Eddie?” Robin asks, scooting a little closer to Chrissy in the booth. “For being your best friend, I feel like you might not know the guy that well.”

“Well, I thought maybe being thoroughly kissed by the boy he’s crazy about might have mellowed him out,” Chrissy says conspiratorially, leaning in close like it’s a confession. 

“Whaaaaat?” Robin whispers, leaning in closer too. “Steve didn’t tell me!”

“It just happened,” Chrissy says, slowly raising her cone to her lips and taking a long lick up the side without taking her eyes off Robin. “After all our riding along, Steve apparently just snapped and ambushed Eddie right in the Dustin’s driveway. I told Eddie that the DM voice was working.”

Robin forgets how to breathe. “So we’re. Uh. Celebrating their success?”

Chrissy smiles, less the angel and more an absolute devil, all sharp little teeth and wicked curving lips. “Guess again.”

“Celebrating… our success? At getting them together?” Robin sets her ice cream down, not caring that it’ll probably make a mess all over the table, though as a former person who had to clean that kind of gross stuff up she really should have more empathy. She can’t quite muster it though, as she gives into the temptation of that auburn ringlet and picks it up, slides it slowly between two fingers. 

“Or our success at not needing weeks to realize we had an audience,” Chrissy whispers. “You figured it out right away.”

Robin preens a little. “We can also celebrate our success at not needing weeks to work up to a kiss,” she says, feeling dizzy, feeling bold. 

Chrissy’s eyes light up, and she lets out a breathy little laugh. Their hands are sticky with melted ice cream when Robin laces their fingers together, and Chrissy’s lips are a little cold but sweet, so sweet against hers when she leans in for a quick kiss, that still seems to go on for a million eons. 

There’s a whoop from somewhere behind them, followed by the sound of someone who certainly has not chilled out at all after whatever debauching he’d had earlier, trying to cover his noise of triumph with an over the top and obviously fake coughing fit. 

Chrissy sighs, exasperated, against Robin’s lips before pulling back. It makes Robin’s toes curl in her shoes. 

“Let’s go?” Robin suggests. “Somewhere without an audience?”

“Yes please,” Chrissy says, and doesn’t let go of Robin’s hand, even as she blows Eddie a kiss as she drags Robin past his table and out the door, into the night.

[emmajayisawsome]

TW 18+ themes

Ok pls can anyone write this fic idea I have pleaaassssse? I would if I was any good at story telling but unfortunately I am not that good and hopefully me writing this down makes sense the idea is a steddie x plus size reader fic idea.

. Eddie lived and graduated and the older kids as in Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie, and Reader all got really close after everything with vecna that happened two years ago. And maybe during the two years Eddie and Steve got together.

Reader always felt sexually attracted to both men but never tried acting out on it when they meet both because she was insecure and both of them were way out of her league in her eyes (maybe she meet Steve through Robin- who is her cousin or childhood best friend while Robin and Steve were working at scoops ahoy and reader knew of Eddie because of his reputation at school or something) But that was always easy to keep to herself she could always have those amazing wet dreams about them to get through those pesky lonely nights (you can choose if it only started with one at a time are went straight to a steamy dream threesome😏) but when she started to get to know them because maybe Reader, Steve, and Eddie spend all their free time together or something that’s when she started developing more complex feelings because she sees how wonderful they both truly are and all the flirting (which the reader doesn’t know is serious or not because she was flirted with and asked out as a joke one too many times but Eddie and Steve makes her flustered either way) going between them all didn’t help. She now tries to push those feelings away because of them being together and being her friends.

However one dream becomes the straw that broke the camels back and it’s more of a domestic dream maybe a dream where the three of them are waking up together in the early morning getting ready and making breakfast and the words I love you both or something comes out of the of dream readers mouth and they all share a kiss and in this dream she notices that all of them were matching rings on their wedding bandfinger or something. The dream makes her realize she needs maybe a small vacation maybe traveling to find herself and for her to put space between her and the boys but not without one last hoorah with the gang. maybe they all go to the lake or camping or just some fun group activity where it’s a overnight thing. maybe everybody besides Robin and reader gos to sleep or at least that’s what Reader thinks and reader decided that she needed to get everything off her chest to Robin and while the reader is spilling her guts one of the boys hear and the boy that hears what the reader is saying has always had a thing for her but decides it’s best to not say anything to reader or their boyfriend about hearing it because they are not willing to destroy either relationship. So the next morning when everybody’s up the Reader talks about going on the vacation with the whole gang and someone ask when she is coming back she says she doesn’t know the rest of the day is kind of weird because of the boy that overheard. At the end of the day they all start heading home. Then Reader goes off to where ever.

Then the reader eventually comes back but to pack all her stuff to move just a town over maybe a new job or something takes her there when she comes back.

Her and the gang are still really close because they wrote each other letters and they all got phone calls from the reader but the boys and her are not as close as they were which confuses whichever boy that did not over hear the reader and Robin that night. Reader discovers that she still has feelings for them both but can manage them better then before because she takes everything she went through and feels for them and puts it into poetry or songwriting which she performs at a local bar/club along with other pieces that she has wrote about traveling and learning to love herself. She invited the gang to see because these pieces are more about what she saw and felt on the road on her travels. She eventually invites Robin to come hear some of the pieces she’s done on Steve and Eddie. Something unfortunately pops up and Robin can’t make it to the bar/club but she tells Eddie and Steve to go take her place without telling reader. So Steve and Eddie goes to the show and she performs the piece about them  without knowing that they’re there and that she is bearing her heart out to them. And it breaks both of the boys hearts because one thinks she was heart broken while on the road after meeting somebody because reader never used a name in the piece and the other boy is heartbroken because he knows the truth because he heard that night. I don’t know if the other boy should know the truth eventually or not

I’m also not too sure on the ending on how it should go maybe they all stay friends? maybe they all get together? Maybe a fight then making up ? Or a fight and the Reader and the Couple drift apart?

I Know this is a lot 😅 but if anyone see this and wants to take it and run with it please do and TAG ME PLS!!!! so I can read it lol because I know this could be amazing in the right hands so go ahead and either add more to it or take out anything I said that doesn’t make since.

[bookcyborg]

Jason doesn’t join the Batfamily after his death

Like he still does his crime lord thing but he just doesn't go revealing himself to any of the family. He just minds his business.

At first Jason wants Revenge, he wants Justice for himself for all the ones Joker killed before and After his death and still may kill.

After he rationalizes his death. He has a clear(ish) mind set and decides it would be smarter to not involve himself with the people that betrayed him bats.

So he just minds his on business and does his whole crime boss/anti hero thing.

Meanwhile the Bats are stumped on who Red Hood is.

So Alfred comes up with the genius idea of befriending Red Hood and having him reveal his identity in his own time. Bruce refuses to have a murderer- yes even one who has good reasons behind it- run free without knowing who he is.

So Bruce decides to go with said plan and decides for Dick and Steph and Cass to befriend him because they are the friendliest (and Cass insisted that she stay)

They decide to stalk him first so they know who they are dealing with and what they would need to do to get him to trust them.

While in the process of stalking him. They see Red Hood needs help so they assit him in the fight. After the fight Red Hood accidentally says something that only Jason would say/know. So instantly suspicious, Dick asks him how he knows that phrase/thing because only Jason would know or do this thing.

Jason panics and says that Robin was his boyfriend and he told him that thing. He told them the reason he became Red Hood to avenge his lost love, Robin.

Then the Dick, Steph, and Cass bring him back to the batcave then tell Bruce about Red Hood and how he was his son’s partner’s lover.

Bruce thanks Red Hood for accepting his son and loving him. He was about to send him of his way. When Alfred decides to invite him over and says his is practically family now.

Just shenanigans.

Dick teased his brothers boyfriend and he kinda becomes his little brother

Jason declined (with fear) but the bats would greet him when they saw him on patrol

Jason tried his best to avoid them but he really didn’t want to

He just gaslights and girl bosses

Tim makes him made and his eyes start glowing (he trusts them at this point) and they ask him what happens and he starts to avoid them

They realize what a good boss Jason is

His name is fake name is Darcy ;) or Cathrinus (male version of Cathrine

They find out and have this emotional conversation and heal and stuff

Roy and Jason friendship

They ask how he knows Roy he says they had ‘ history ’ just to mess with them

They are super surprised when they hear his name their like ITS SO FANCY?!!??!!

Jason Stephanie friendship

Dick and Jason reconnecting

-The Pit makes things permanent so if you have hair die in when you die then when you come back that will be you new natural color

In this AU Jason is an Auburn haired guy but before his death he died his hair black so now its black with the white streak for the pit.

[peppersonironi]

DUKE THOMAS ISN’T THE SANE ONE! A guide by Pepper

So, I have seen so many people writing Duke incorrectly, and I wanted to do something about it. In fanon, he is described as the sane bat, who would rather stay home and safe, and absolutely never join in shenanigans. Now, I know there are a lot of things wrong with canon, but Duke is one of the better parts! He is an interesting character who is actually just as chaotic as the rest of the gotham vigilantes. And so it it is quite unfair to his character to say he is the 'Arnold from the Magic Schoolbus' of the group. He's really not.

So I decided to make a list of ten instances in the comics where he disobeys Bruce, acts reckless, or is just a bat! (also for a Batfam Group Chat I’m a part of, someone asked for these) I hope this helps people understand his character better, and maybe even inspire them to write more about him? Seriously, Tag me if you do. I'm starved for good Duke content!

Feel free to add more in the comments, these are just what I could think of off the top of my head! (Hence the kinda weird order, sry)

1. He's a vigilante

Okay, so this is a bit obvious, but I still think it needs saying. You think that a guy who dresses in bright yellow and patrols the most crime-ridden city in the world during the day is 100% sane?

2. We Are Robin

Also obvious, but still. This guy joins a group of untrained teenage robins who just want to make a difference. And they do! It's still pretty reckless, though. 

3. He tried to take on the Riddler

In case you didn't know, in the beginning of New 52 (Zero year, specifically) the Riddler essentially held Gotham Hostage. He had some spiel about someone giving him a riddle he couldn't solve, and letting the city go. You know who decided he would be that person? Duke Thomas! He trained in brain-teasers, and puzzles, tirelessly worked. He became quite the adept riddler (not the villain). The kick? He was a child! (Look at the above panels, isn't he cute?) Duke was young, yet determined. And if that's not a bat quality, I don't know what is.

4. He escaped the cops by jumping off a bridge.

Oh no! Duke is in a police car! Oh no! He's on a bridge! What's he going to do?! Why, jump out and off the bridge while proclaiming "I am Robin" of course! Seriously, look at that panel and try to argue that he is the responsible goody-two-shoes of the family.

5. He talked down an enraged Damian

Basically, Damian was manipulated into joining the court of owls. Duke, who refused to believe that Robin genuinely joined them, fought him and talked him down. Now, this is Damian we're talking about. Sure, the kid is absolutely adorable and can be incredibly caring (Fight me on this, I dare you. Also, frick you DC), but when he's on a rampage, there is little that can stop him. So of course Duke decides to take care of it!

6. He actively tries to have a relationship with Damian.

Okay, so this one is a little weak, but I wanted an excuse to share those panels. Aren't those two great?! But seriously, Duke ignores that this tiny child could kill him in more ways than he could count, and even invites him to a movie! He also isn't afraid to tease the kid, unlike other members of the family. Knowing Damian can honestly be hard sometimes.

7. Comes back to the city when Bruce told him to get out.

During the I Am Bane arc of Tom King's Batman (I'm shuddering. So sorry for invoking his name!) Bruce tells the batboys to get out of Gotham and STAY out. the others are like 'we're not gonna listen, right?' and Duke is all 'you can't ignore BATMAN!' and walks off saying he's gonna listen to Bruce. This seems like pretty damning evidence, right? He's actually sane? The others got attacked by Bane and hung, but Duke didn't. Well, then you look at the next panel! (it takes place later in the volume) There he is, disobeying Bruce, and hanging out in Gotham. Not just that, he's out in costume! No, Duke couldn't just hunker down in an apartment, he had to go out and take down crooks, and warn Jim Gordon. I think that's pretty self-explanatory

8. Goes out while Injured

Those two panels are back-to-back in The Cursed Wheel (originally printed in All-Star Batman, later put into Batman and the Signal). As you can see, Bruce tells Duke to get rest. Duke was just attacked by Zsasz, and suffered multiple injuries. He wakes up, and the thing that would make the most sense would be for him to go to sleep, right? Well, he instead gets suited up and goes out to work on a case. Pretty much every bat has done this at some point. Not quite the smartest move, right? A touch reckless, wouldn’t you say?

9. That whole thing with Green Lantern

(sry for the weird sizing, I don’t have the comic to take screenshots) 

So there are two parts to this. First of, you have Green Lantern flying into the batcave, looking around, and there’s no Batman present. So what does Duke Do? Well, he certainly doesn’t stay back and contact Bruce! Nope, instead he attacks a member of the Justice League, a member of the Green Lantern Corp. Later on, you know what he says? He thought he would be fine because his suit is bright yellow. That’s it. A bit crazy, right?

Secondly, he gets roped into exploring the cave with Hal (I thinks it’s Hal, been a bit since I read this though). The Lantern has some thing going on about stuff in the cave, but that’s not important. What’s important is that Duke went along with it. He was curious enough to ignore what Bruce would say (Call him, yet anything remotely green out of the cave), and joins in! He does’t say “this is a bad idea” or “we shouldn’t be doing this” nope!

9. When he ran off with Cass to test his powers

Oh no, Duke got shadow powers! What’s he gonna go? Why, go off and have fun experiment of course! Duke and Cass head out to test and work on Duke’s newly presented abilities, and specifically don’t tell Bruce! This is information he would like to know, of course. It’s important to know if your newest protege gets more powers. But no, they go out of their way to sneakily test the extent of his powers. They get caught, of course, and then get chewed out (They get caught in costume, but the next panel they’re in civvies. I find that outrageously funny!). And here’s the kicker: they don’t really apologize! Sure, Duke gives a half-heart apology, but he doesn’t really mean it. Not even under the full extent of the Batglare™.

10. Rescuing Bruce with practically no training

I’ll skip all the plotty stuff, so just know that Bruce was out alone and in some deep doo-doo. Duke was back at the cave, working stuff out with Alfred. He realizes that what Bruce is doing is a trap. Now, just so you know, this is back when Duke was JUST taken in by Bruce. He doesn’t even have a codename yet! Barely any training. So you know what he does? He heads out anyway, and rescues Bruce. Now, check out that music he’s playing. Later on, it’s revealed to be Duke’s fave band. You know the name of that band? “Batman’s @^$&@” I’m not even joking. (I’m not sure what bleeped out, though later on it’s referred to as “Batman’s #$%” So I assume it’s ass?). So on top of being reckless, he plays a heavy metal band with a name that’s … special to say the least. He has guts, you gotta admit (Oh, and he seemed so gleeful when he told Bruce the name of the band!).

And there you have it! This list is far from complete, but I think it’s a good start. Feel free to reblog with your own, or any questions/comments! I absolutely love to talk about Duke, so don’’t be afraid to message me! Also, correct me if I wrote anything incorrect here. It’s been a while since I’ve read some of these, so I may have gotten some stuff wrong.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Marrying Jason Todd HC! (Batboy’s Reactions)

“Batboys reactions for getting a wedding invitation for Jasons wedding, not even knowing he had a gf“

HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS! I took this as Jason x Reader because I think that makes it funnier lmaooo! 

Please ignore any typos and stuff this is part of my morning of shorts and headcanons!

Dick Grayson

- Waking up in Jason’s arms to an aggressive pounding on the door

- “JAY YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING OPEN THE DOOR” Jason groaned, covering his head with a pillow while you slipped out of bed to open the door

- “Hi! You must be Dick, it’s very nice to meet you!” you recognized your fiance’s older brother, loving the shocked expression on his face

- you stuck out your right hand to shake his but he ignored it, pulling your left hand forward to realize there really was a ring on your finger

- “is this a prank? Are you being held here against your will? What is happening?” Dick stormed in, heading straight to your shared bedroom

- Turns out Dick is a huge sap and surprisingly understanding once he sees the way you and Jason love each other, he’s the first brother to approve

Tim Drake

- Tim thought it was a prank the whole time

- So much so he posted your wedding invitation on twitter with “haha good one bro” 

- it blew up

- you had to change the venue and date because fans were planning to storm the wedding

- Tim is still in shock that it’s real but after meeting you he feels really bad that he kinda crashed your wedding before it even happened

- He’s still mad Jason didn’t tell him, he thought he was the closest to Jason minus the whole “I stole your job as Robin” shit from years ago

- Turns out he is very opinionated and has decided all your wedding plans are not good enough and he takes it upon himself to revamp the whole wedding because he already got it cancelled like the good brother in law he is

Damian Wayne

- Damian straight up kidnaps you and tries to find your deepest secrets

- He’s still convinced you’re either a spy or Jason’s mind controlling you

- Pinching his cheeks and telling him how cute he is but that you’re kind of scared that you’re in a random basement

- After Damian finishes judging your character he takes it upon himself to deliver Jason with all the snark in the world

- “Someone call Ripley’s Believe It Or Not because no one thought Todd could ever be loved”

- “Y/N blink if Hood is holding you captive- OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!” “DAMIAN I HAVE TO BLINK”

- “Father can’t you free Y/N from Todd’s mind control? We have to have tech for that, he’s really not that bright”

- Jason is ready 24/7 to rip Damian’s head off but you remind him that Damian’s love language is snark and with the amount you’re getting you know he secretly approves

Bruce Wayne

- Bruce knew the whole time but let Jason have you to himself

- He knew the stress vigilante life holds and that he shouldn’t try to order Jason around

- He was a little shocked Jason proposed but he was proud, it showed him that Jason has the capacity to truly love and care for people outside those he grew up trusting

- Proud BatDad, kinda shocked Jason is the first of his boys to get married, he always thought it would be Tim and Kon

- Paying for the most immaculate wedding after one of his sons ruined your first one 

- Good Father & Son bonding moment, Bruce just asks that he gets to have a little sit down with you after the wedding - scary, but you have Jason by your side and now three brother in laws who would quite literally kill for you