#[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → when you're in the trenches and you're under fire I will cover you [ Miguel / neonwebs ]

[crisispider]

"I'm glad you like him, Peter." I'll spare him the part where I fantasized about killing Clint with a rock on my way here. "You two make a cute couple."

Well that was..... UNEXPECTED

If he was entirely honest he wasn't sure what had gotten into Miguel, and there was a part of him that wanted to QUESTION everything about it... but for once he thought better of it. (Sometimes he can manage to not make the dumbass decision... sometimes.)

"Really?" Okay.. maybe he was still a little bit of a dumbass. "I mean I'm just surprised? You two really seemed like ya hated each other." It wasn't the first time he dealt with friends and his partners not liking one another so it wasn't like it was the END of the world, and he never really expected everyone to like one another.

"....even if you don't really mean it, thanks Migs.. it means a lot that you are trying ya know?"

[clintismoved]

@thefleetsfinest sent the MISTLETOE prompt -> 🌿🍒 x how ever many you want to write for however many muses of any combinations of our blogs. <3 -> well obviously there are three combos of babes i am going to start eith, but I might write more little things uwu

For whatever the real reason mistletoe existed, not the literal plant, but the tradition of hanging it in doorways and KISSING whoever was met underneath was one that Clint followed. Now over the years he has accused, with reasons that were false, that he was using this to kiss anyone and everyone. A seasonal form of Hawkeye harassment.

Now he did in fact kiss, and hey come on it was always a cheek kiss with consent, everyone thst would appear underneath where it was hanging. Somewhere along the way over the years he was sure the meaning if mistletoe and kissing was misconstrued but Clint kept with hanging some up. The REAL reason being was it gave him the opportunity and chance to dote affection for the many, MANY important individuals throughout his life. Fellow avengers, friends he otherwise didn't see often, the inner circle of people that at this point in time Clint could not find himself to be able to live without anymore (that was an alarmingly large circle).

It's a lame excuse he knows, but it felt necessary in many cases when he would again cite the other half wasn't easy to dote on or he didn't see often and OH LOOK OPPS before he move to plant a cheek kiss (pending any rejection). Most of which suffered and let Clint away with this. It's the easiest way to hide affection, to show some of that while giving a lame excuse to pass off than having to admit that the archer superhero's heart was a lot bigger than his chest and there were so many that he appreciated.

Now LEONARD MCCOY was someone who in category C of all places in his life. Primarily meaning he was someone whose come into his life and he didn't think he could live without, someone he trusted implicitly would be there for the next several hundred mistakes and failures Clint would make. Someone who would catch him when he fell again and again.

He's like a brother to him, at the beginning a civilian doctor who saw the injuries he occurred after he came back to life. Scrapping together the pieces of what happened to the world after his sacrifice. Captain America gone, his marriage with Bobbi got a whole lot more complicated when he found out she had been some pawn in a long con Skrull invasion (that further robbed of his sense of reality which he had already been grappling against after everything he vaguely couldn't remember eith Wanda). He wore a different suit then, took a different name because Steve Rogers was dead and he hadn't ever been able to admit how much direction in life that man had given him.

Everyone remembers how he antagonize him but came to trust him more than any man he ever before when Clint was young and in his twenties.

Leonard McCoy had been there when he was piecing everything back together. A lost man himself he would later understand and the southern doctor tended to his scrapes and bruises over the hardest years of Clint's life.

The only person he requested to call while awaiting his trial for the killing of Bruce Banner, the only person who saw him before he vanished from New York City when he needed to try to reclaim some sense of reality, of sanity, when he couldn't get the shake out of his hands because he'd remember the weight of what he did for Bruce. The arrow he gave him, the shape and weight memorable. Leonard knew all of that, listened for months as he struggled his way across the country trying to HELP others and himself.

The friend who got the calls from him when he was living LA and felt like life was okay as he watched Kate with pride resurrect a West Coast team.

So catching Leonard under the mistletoe, he had been on the list of someone who needed to be caught under it. Now his sponsor, best friend, the man who helped him with his own recovery, Clint hardly needed an excuse to show him affection. He thought he was quite affectionate but catching Leonard there was an agenda.

It's a the perfect excuse to show the man how much his friendship had value in his life. He's sure that Leonard knew, how could he not and if he didn't? Well, then Clint has really screwed up here.

Either way, he manages to catch Leonard under the mistletoe, recently hang back up for the man's invitation over to his apartment for quality time because he's family more then friend. His fingers curl into the man's right shoulder, bunching up his shirt and keeping him there. ❝ C'mon, it's tradition. You scared of a little green plant, Doc? ❞ He asks before he's going in for the kiss.

Now this was Leonard and the only way to convey how much he means is not slip of the lips on his cheek. He presses his own lips to the corner of Leonard's mouth, half onto his lips. He holds there, kissing the man and he's sure that he understand that this was platonic, that man was his brother and he just needed him to known and feel that love. That he was a cherished friend.

Clint pulls away, his face almost red because he held way longer than others and now knows what flavor of chapstick that Leonard applied. ❝ You kiss Linda with sunscreen flavored lips? ❞ He says when he pulls away, absolutely judging the man before he dips his head.

❝ I love you, buddy. ❞

[heartpiratedrabbles]

His True Self

Prompt: Sabo slowly shows you his true colors the longer you're with him.

~~ Part 2 Part 3

Sabo X Reader

Joining the revolutionary army was a big step for you. You watched as your friends and neighbors were kidnapped by the celestial dragons, or how the Marines, the people meant to protect you, had slowly started pointing their guns your way. It disgusted you. People made to do the World governments bidding, no one having any will. It made you sick. So when a small group of people came to your coastal town and started fighting, you joined them.

         The bombs went off and fire was everywhere, but you felt more alive fighting for your freedom and happiness. The thrill as you finally let your anger boil over, taking it out on any corrupt official while ushering others to safety. Running through your now ruined village, everything felt so slow yet your heart was beating so fast. You heard a crash and crying in the distance and made that your next target, a child no doubt was stuck somewhere.

         As you got closer, you climbed rubble, ignoring how your body ached and the scrapes and cuts throbbed with every movement. It was only when you got to the top of the crushed building that you could see where the child was, leg stuck under a concrete pillar as they were wailing in pain. You were about to jump down when a flash of blue past you, a man in a trench coat and a top hat was there, already hauling the pillar the best he could.

         He glances up at you and you jump to gather the child who had barely crawled from underneath. Picking her up the man, who had climbed out of the destroyed room, was telling you something but the adrenaline in your body made it hard to listen to anything. He reaches his hands out and you hand him the crying child before lifting yourself out. He flashes you a smile before letting you take the girl back and just as fast as he appeared in front of you, he had disappeared deeper into the battle.

         It wasn’t until after the soot settled and the now refugees were gathered that the revolutionary army scouted out the crowd and found you. You, along with plenty of other people, agreed to join and packed what little remained as you left your home behind to fight for freedom.

~~~

         While going through training, you were shocked when a cloaked figure came up to you, “Y/N was it? Why don’t you follow me?” The man’s voice was deep and you could see a tattoo covering half his face and you immediately listen to the head of the army. You follow him into the main building before sitting down in a meeting room, “I want you to help the second in command with his duties.” You sat there listening and confused as he explained further into what you’d be doing.

         Soon your heart sank, “You want me to be a secretary?” you interrupted him. The helping organizing the paperwork, the helping him remember meetings, putting together bags so he wouldn’t forget anything, even reminding him of meals. These mundane tasks were not what you were expecting when you joined, “What about liberating towns? Or helping those in need-“

         “You would be helping, by making sure everything works smoothly here, others can focus more out there,” Dragon said before dropping a file on the table, “You have enough experience working in business and banking that having you help with the books, and more importantly Sabo’s workload would be a great relief.” He flips through the file that you came to realize was everything about you. You argue a bit with the position before ultimately agreeing. There wasn’t much you can do when the head of the revolutionary army was asking you.

~~~

         As you walk towards the office that you knew was the second of command you could hear arguing pursue, “Why do I need a ‘helper’ They’ll just slow me down” A mans voice rang out and you let out a deep sigh, at least you weren’t the only one not looking forward to this.

         “Because I can’t babysit you all the time Sabo.” A determined and final tone of a women stated, “You’re trying to ignore your work right now as it is, of course you need help.” You chuckle a bit before knocking on the door and peeping your head in, “Y/N! Thank god, I looked into your background as was the one that begged Dragon to assign you to this idiot,” She beamed while pulling you further into the room.

~~~

         As time went one Sabo seemed to appreciate the effort you put forth, you never realized just how much the second in command had on his plate. You had started just answering calls and organizing trainings for his team without double-checking with him, you knew his schedule better than he did if he wasn’t out on a mission.

         And if he was on a mission? Well you filled in his seat and did everything you could without him, the stacks of piled up work sending you into overdrive the first time he had left for just 2 weeks. When he came back you had heard Koala practically dragging him to the office you sat yourself in yelling at him about paperwork, to both of their surprise most of it already done, some set to the side for a signature and a small pile of things you couldn’t do without him.

         The time you save him let him focus on other things, and at some point, he even remembered to take breaks and eat by himself much to everyone’s shock. “Y/N Where have you been all my life?” He asked while you brought him a cup of tea, despite not having as much work he’d still complain about the paperwork.

~~~

         Despite all the work you did to keep Sabo up-to-date and on track, you still enjoyed training with everyone else. You wanted to be able to fight even if you didn’t have too and enjoyed the thrill of your muscles burning after a particularly hard training session. You never tried to hide the fact that you did this from Sabo, you didn’t even know he’d want to know something like that, it’s just that it never came up previously.

         And there you were, sitting in the chair in front of his desk, avoiding his hardened gaze after you had gotten a pretty bad stab wound by accident. It wasn’t a particularly large wound, although it was rather deep and required medical attention, narrowly had it avoided an artery. The bandage on your thigh was secure, and while it ached it was fine. But you could feel the glare of your boss as you avoided the topic, “Are you going to tell me how you ended up with stitches?” His voice stern and arms crossed.

         “Why do I need to tell you that? I’m healthy and can continue working, there’s nothing wrong with me.” You say, your hands tapping your knees while looking away like a child who got caught coloring the wall. You didn’t understand why he was so insistent on this; he’s never shown concern before when you tripped and fell or banged your head on the door way.

         “Y/N, if that were true, I wouldn’t have gotten word that I can’t have you running around like normal.” He huffs out standing up, walking around his desk to stand in front of you. So that was it, he wasn’t actually concerned about you. You felt your heart drop slightly at the realization, He was frustrated that work wouldn’t be going smoothly for a while.

         “I’m so sorry that I’ll be an inconvenience for the foreseeable future,” It’s your turn to cross your arms and glare up at him, “I’ll be more careful next time as to not hold you back.” You go to stand up, wincing a little bit at the weight on your leg only to be pushed back down into the chair.

         “It’s not that Y/N.” Sabo’s grip on your shoulder was firm and he knelt down, putting his other hand over the bandage, massaging it slightly. The action made you blush slightly. “I don’t want to see you hurt, not like this” His voice was low, quiet enough that you barely heard him. Your mind started to flutter at what he could mean but you shook your head slightly.

         “You don’t have to protect me Sabo, I joined the revolutionaries thinking that I’d get hurt. It’s only coincidence that I ended up in one of the safest areas,” You blurted out, you wouldn’t let your heart make you believe things.

         The hand on your thigh gripped it at your words, making you wince at the sudden pressure, “That’s not what I mean.” Sabo mutters, standing back up and walking out of the room, leaving you all by yourself. You stare confused before standing up yourself, slowly making your way back to your quarters.

~~~

         Koala had come to you the next day saying that Sabo didn’t want to see you for the time being. She phrased as a way to make sure you’d heal fast but you couldn’t help but feel like there was more to it. Regardless you decided to heed her words and not head to the office building. Instead, you took your time in the library to read more about past missions, or sat near the training grounds to watch others prepare for combat.

         The few times you did try to see Sabo he had made sure someone stopped you and led you back to your room. It was rather frustrating that you couldn’t even check in on how he was doing or talk to him at all. You even tried finding him after the normal work hours to be turned away by anyone. You missed the random conversations that would pop up throughout the day and reading and watching had grown boring.

         It was only a week into your little break that you demanded to start working again, refusing to turn away when someone tried to stop you from entering the building. The doctor had finally approved of you walking around and you weren’t going to sit still until everything was perfectly healed. It was truly frustrating how much pent-up energy you seemed to have in you.

         When you knocked on the door opening it you saw the mess that had become of the empty office. Your mind forgetting the last time you had seen Sabo as you got to work organizing and cleaning everything. “How could he let this place get this bad?” You wondered out loud as you started sifting through the papers to separate them appropriately.

         You were only getting more exasperated as you saw papers from a week ago still not finished that you sat down and started catching up on everything. Filling out any information you knew, approving of some documents, refusing on ones you’d know Sabo wouldn’t allow. It wasn’t until you heard a stifled laughter that you looked up to see your boss in the doorway.

         He watched in amusement as you’re faced turned from that of pure focus to a contorted one of anger and annoyance. “What have you been doing while I was gone?!” You yell, slamming your hands down on the desk standing up. You walk around the desk, Sabo suddenly realizing just how pissed you are, “I was forced to take time off and you can’t even properly keep up?!”

         “Hey, Y/N wait a second-“ His words are stopped by a surprisingly strong grip on his shoulder as you smile up at him. Pulling him to his desk and forcing him to sit down.

         “You aren’t leaving this room until you’re finished.” You say with a finalized tone, “You get mad at me for getting hurt and force me to take time off but can’t even do your work properly when I’m away??”

         “I was busy with other things-“

         “Do I have to babysit you to make sure your work?” You place a stack in front of him, forcing a pen into his hand. You were not going to listen to his excuses, it was an awful idea for you not to come into the office for a week for the sole fact that you weren’t babysitting him doing his work. Sabo looks at you before sulking into his work as you stare daggers at him.

~~~

         “Y/N please, I’ve done so much already~” Sabo cried out from his desk that you had decidedly ignored. Sabo kept trying to ignore work by talking to you, and so you have been giving him the silent treatment for most of the day. You glance over to see the hefty pile of paperwork that still has to be done but the even larger of work that has to be sent out.

         Sighing you get up from your spot, “When I get back you can stop for the day.” Your voice short as you grabbed a stack to deliver them to the appropriate parties. Sabo looks at you with pleading eyes, “If I come back and you aren’t working, I’ll make sure you can’t go on a mission for another month.” You had been able to switch Sabo’s missions thanks to Dragon, and just as you had pent up energy from a single week of doing nothing, your scarred boss would get restless if he doesn’t leave base ever so often.

         “Are you mad?” Sabo asks as you’re about to leave the room. It stops you in your tracks. Mad? Sabo didn’t often care about your emotions, or he didn’t seem to let you know if he cared. But now the man was blatantly asking you and it felt strange.

         Turning yourself around to face him you lean against the door way, a throb still coming from your stab wound, “I’m not mad Sabo. I’m just disappointed in you.” And the guilty face he was wearing shifted into one of horror as he yelled out that, that was worse. You chuckle a bit while turning away. “Then remember to do your work when I’m away,” you yell over your shoulder as you walk away.  At least he wasn’t acting too different.

~~~

         “Absolutely Not.” Sabo’s nagging voice rang through your ears. You had finally convinced Dragon to let you go on a field mission, but only if Sabo would let you go. You had barely gotten the question out of your mouth when Sabo hit his fist against the desk, startling you at his sudden outburst.

         “Why not?” Your voice was cool but it was clear you were frustrated at the sudden refusal, “I’ve been continuing to train and Koala agreed to help you with work while I’m away. What’s the issue?!”

         “Why are you even training in the first place? You got stabbed just a month ago and you think you’re ready to go on a mission? And what about you’re actual job? You work for me Y/N.” Sabo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

         “How am I suppose to help if you don’t let me go on missions-“

         “You’re not going. That’s final.” Sabo interrupted you staring right into your eyes with a sudden determination, “I don’t care how much you want to go on a mission, I cannot risk you getting hurt.”

         “I signed up for the risk Sabo. I know what could happen and if needed I’m prepared to-“ You flinch when you Sabo stands suddenly, his chair hitting the wall behind him with a thud.

         “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I need you here. No where else. You are not to train anymore either.” He’s leaning over his desk now, his hands balled into fists that you’re sure if he wasn’t wearing gloves his knuckles would be white.

His words ring through your head for just a second before you respond without thinking, “You won’t even let me go on missions and now you’re saying I can’t train? Who do you think you are to stop me from doing things in my freetime?” You furrow your eyes, tilting your head closer to the man in front of you.

“I didn’t think I’d have to babysit the girl I like from getting hurt!” Sabo yells, his voice echoing in the room.

“Getting hurt is apart of the job. I’ll be more carefu-“ You stop yourself midsentence. One. Two. Three. Four seconds for you to process what he just said. From the looks of it, he also if just realizing what he’s admitted, the scowl on his face being replaced with one of dumb horror. “Who do you have to babysit?” You voice quakes a bit, you must have heard him wrong and he averts his eyes, standing up straight and readjusting his vest, seemingly ignoring your question.

The silence that fills the air rings in your ears as you stare at the man in front of you. His arms crossed while he refuses to meet your gaze, his face tinged red, “You’re dismissed for the evening Y/N.”

More silence fills the air before you respond, “You really think I’m going to leave just like that without clarifying what you said previously?” You lean back in your chair, crossing a leg over the other. Sabo glares at you for a second before sighing at the display of your getting comfortable, a tug of a smile appearing on your face as he walks around his desk to be right in front of you.

You look up at him, waiting for him to say something but are more shocked at the hardened face coming closer to you, either of his arms now trapping you in your chair. “I like you.” His face was merely inches away from your own and this time it’s your confident teasing face that turns into one of embarrassment as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, any quick remark you were prepared to make falling silent on your lips as your mouth hangs open.

Your eyes flash about Sabo’s face, from his unblinking, unmoving eyes, to his eyebrows, even to his lips before going back to his eyes. It’s getting hard to think with how close he is, and such a direct sentence made your head spin, “Now than Y/N. If you have something to say, or you want to leave. You better do it now.” His tone was serious as he watches for any sign of resistance.

You blink for what feels like the first time in forever, closing your mouth as you realize you are still caged by him. Slowly his hand goes to under your chin, lifting your face up to his, it’s the smallest hesitation before he meets your lips with his.

A soft, gentle kiss that drives your mind crazy as you lean into it yourself. His lips leaves yours, though he is still close enough that you can feel them brush against yours as he speaks, “Is that your answer Y/N?” His voice just barely above a whisper as his eyes flutter open to yours. You can only manage a small nod as he smiles, standing back up tall. “Then you understand why I can’t let you go on a mission.” He proudly proclaims.

The sudden change blinks you out of your romantic trance, “What?! That’s not fair,” You complain, albeit much gentler this time round while standing up to be closer to eye level with him.

“Bosses orders, girlfriends can’t go on missions.” Sabo shrugs his shoulders, a wide grin across his face as he watches your face turn another shade of pink. He gently places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, “Besides your wound is still healing. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you wincing every now and then.”

You breath hitches as your arms immediately go around his neck. “It’s just sore nothing more,” the subtle lie crosses your lips and you can see it doesn’t work as Sabo’s face changes to one of scolding, “I’ll be more careful.” The small grin the plays on his lips makes your heart skip a beat, “Talk to me again after you can run a mile without pain.” He leans down to kiss you again and you only hum in agreeance.

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hot chocolate (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

short and sweet for the 19th day of promptober. no actual hot chocolate features but they do order it before the end of the fic lol. literally just two writer dorks and a five year old in their favourite city. enjoy! <3

"amy!" you hiss at your five year old, as she drops your hand and starts to tear down the busy street ahead of you, pale pink trench coat flowing behind her. "amy healy, get back he- oh my god. i sound like meryl streep."

matty snorts at your words, darting forward to grab your daughter's gloved hand before she goes too far. "but meryl streep in what film?"

you stare at him, unimpressed. "what film slash book did we name our daughter after?"

"gone girl."

your turn to snort, although it's probably less to do with matty's answer than it is to do with amy sighing dramatically and saying "no, dad, don't be silly. i'm named after little women!"

"how do you know that?" matty teases. "you weren't there when we picked your name. you were still in mum's tummy!"

"obviously," amy rolls her eyes. "but you told me it's been mum's favourite book since she was little, and you thought it would be special if i was called amy like one of the girls in it."

the memory makes you smile. titling and naming have never come as easily to you and your work as they have to matty and his, and you spent many a sleepless night stressing about what to call your baby girl; at least once a week, matty would wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and you sitting at the bedroom window, poring over baby-name book after baby-name book, website after website, lit only by the moon. he would sit with you for a while, narrowing down options, before coaxing you back under the covers and reading to you and the bump to soothe you into sleep - sections of old novels with peaceful settings and serene plotlines, nothing that would take your attention away from cosiness. it worked on both of you, mostly, but when he started little women, the baby started to kick. 

naming her was easy after that.

you sigh at the memory. both amy and matty turn to look at you, and the latter speaks. "you alright, darling?"

"mhmm," you nod, and take amy's other hand. "was just thinking about how you used to kick when dad and i would read little women to you, ames. you did that a lot here, actually, when we went to paris for a weekend."

amy looks between her parents suspiciously, as if she doesn't believe it. "really? i didn't know you came here when i was in mum's tummy."

"it was the last place we visited before we stayed at home and waited for you, sweetheart," matty squeezes her hand, then looks up at you softly. "couldn't have been anywhere else, really."

matty beams at you, and a wave of sheer déja vu soaks you to the bone - his face is more lined now, his hair shorter and more streaked with silver, but seeing that smile and those eyes against that exclusively-parisian backdrop of narrow rues and beautiful buildings and romance permeating the air just as much as oxygen itself… you're transported back to that first time here with him, getting to know him and realising you didn't want to live life without him in it. this city - and country, thinking back to your engagement - are just as much a part of your relationship as home in london is, and it's always special returning here together; even more so this time, getting to introduce it to your daughter.

said daughter is now tugging at your trouser leg to get your attention. "mum... mummy, you're in dreamland looking at dad again."

the exasperation in her voice snaps you out of your little matty trance (the first of many today, you're sure). "hmm? sorry, baby, what were you saying?"

"i'm asking if you and dad went to disneyland when you came here with me before i was born."

matty laughs so loudly that an elderly man nearby turns to look at him in disgust, muttering "imbécile" as he does. you go to fire back a quick "connard", but amy reacts appropriately enough for the whole family by sticking her tongue out at the man and blowing a raspberry; this makes matty laugh even louder, and you can't help but giggle at her satisfied grin either.

once the laughter dies down, matty wipes his eyes and speaks. "no, sweetheart, mummy and i did not go to disneyland while you were in her tummy. it would've been fun, i'm sure, but no."

"yeah," amy nods thoughtfully, a little crease forming between her brows as she thinks. "maybe you should have. cos then maybe i wouldn't have been so scared on haunted mansion yesterday."

you bite your tongue, looking pointedly at matty to make sure he does the same - as much as you want to laugh at her five year old logic, you don't want to run the risk of upsetting amy by making her feel silly. she really was terrified, clinging to you and matty in the little car as you weaved in and out of ghosts, and it got even worse when she got back to the hotel and got into bed; between 3 (when she ran through to your room, eyes weepy and lip quivering, terrified the hitchhiking ghosts had followed you) and 6am (when matty carried her, asleep, back to her own room and tucked her in with her teddy) this morning, you and matty spent your time doing all but saging the suite to make sure it was phantom-free.

"you were brave even saying you wanted to go on it, baby," you say, stroking amy's hair. "and you went to sleep so quickly after your bad dream - that was good."

"so did mum, ames," matty grins cheekily. "she was already sleeping when i went back through after i tucked you in! didn't even stay awake to kiss me goodnight. meanie."

amy giggles, while you roll your eyes and smile suggestively at matty. "i apologised for that when you woke up, didn't i?"

(read: you tugged your husband into the shower with you so you could suck his dick, a) to apologise for falling asleep and b) just because he was exceptionally dilfy the previous day and night.)

"that you did, darling, that you did," matty leans over amy's head to kiss you quickly. "m'still tired, though. need a cappuccino, i think."

"well, good thing we're almost at our destination," you smile, pointing at a building at the end of the street. amy starts to try and speed ahead again, but you keep a firm grasp on her little hand. "none of that, please, amy, you need to stay with mum and dad at busy roads."

"sorry, mummy," your daughter looks up at you, with a set of pleading puppy dog eyes exactly like her father's. "m'just excited to go."

your resolve cracks - you're incapable of resisting those eyes on matty as is, so you don't stand a chance against them on your far more adorable baby girl's face - and you coo. "that's alright, sweetheart. i'm excited, too. what about you, babe?"

matty shrugs. "i'm here for whatever, as long as my girls like it. and i can get a coffee."

"simp," you smirk, leaning up to kiss your husband's cheek and giggling as he pinches your hip indignantly. a pretty awning catches your eye, and you crouch to be level with amy. "look, baby, we're here!"

amy's little face lights up, but she stays calm, waiting patiently with you and matty as you enter the building and find a seat. smiling, you snap a sneaky picture of her as she tries to peruse the menu - sat at the white marble table in her little headband and the dusty rose cardigan she got as a christmas present from aunt patti (cashmere, the diva!), she looks so right, like a cool little princess of some kind. the fun anne hathaway-played type, though, not like the stuffy family you share a hometown with.

you lean over to whisper in matty's ear. "not to be dramatic, but it's never been clearer to me than in this moment that we're raising the most chic kid in the world."

"well, yeah, she's got us as parents," matty giggles in your ear, before being tugged to the other side by his other girl. "what's that, sweetheart? you need help with the menu? i thought you already knew what you were going to have!"

amy grins bashfully. "yeah… hot chocolate!"

"and a croissant? we can share one if you like."

she nods again, looking around the café in wonder. matty smiles lovingly at her, a look he keeps when he turns to you. "would you do the honours, my love?"

"of course," you kiss his hand, before scouting a passing waitress (whose eyes go wide when she realises who you and matty are, bless her) and ordering in french; she laughs when you crack a joke, promising to be right back with your drinks and pastries.

when you turn back to matty, he's still smiling lovingly. "it never fails to impress me when you do that."

"i know. you titled a whole album around it," you smirk, taking his hand. "and it never fails to make me blush, your reaction to it."

"good. i like making you blush. you look extra pretty when you're a little bit flustered," matty kisses your hand. "and i think you look extra pretty today in general. what do you think, ames?"

amy turns from people-watching to nod very seriously. you and matty both laugh, before you speak. "are you having a good day, baby? how would you describe it, in one word?"

she thinks for a second, brows raising just like matty's do when he ponders. "perfect."

matty nods, tugging you both into him. "yeah, it is."

[ccbunnv]

Okii soooo— Villain!Bill x male or Gn reader who got sick with a REALLY bad fever an they are lightheaded and their like freezing and shaking sm tho their v overheated?? I just got a fever and that’s what’s going on with me rn😭😭

KKSKSKS TYSMMM IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING 🥳

i have a lot of reqs but i thought i'd do urs first since ur sick n all,, rest well n hydrate pookie !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x m! reader fluff

the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the news broadcast was blaring about your boyfriend's newest achievement in somehow managing to flatten another city.

you were stuck under the sheets in writhing agony. your nose was clogged, your throat was sore, and you felt like venus in terms of temperature on the outside and uranus on the inside.

you had one of those fever patches stuck onto your forehead and you were covered in layers after layers of blankets, and you were still wearing your pyjamas due to your lack of energy.

if you even tried to turn your body, your limbs would ache like they had just been stabbed with a paper multiple times. it took you 30 minutes to even shimmy your way to the kitchen to grab the fever patch from the fridge and a glass of water.

not to mention, you hated blinking because the inside of your eyes somehow managed to feel like they're on fire.

"darling? I'm home." your boyfriend calls out as he steps into the apartment, holding a paper bag full of groceries.

his boots click down the hallway after he set the paper bag onto the kitchen counter. he stops in front of you and his shared room and slowly, he creaked the door open, letting light spill into the dark trenches of the room.

"hon? is everything okay?" he asks, walking over to you and sitting on the bed next to you.

"I don't know," you croaked out, your voice sounding like you had the sahara desert in your throat, "I think I'm sick."

"oh, dear..." he slowly pulled the blankets down and pressed the back of his hand against your neck to test your temperature. he winced when all he felt was something akin to boiling hot lava on your skin, and he said, "yeah you're definitely sick."

you were a little upset when he pulled his hand away. you missed the coldness of his skin.

"fuck," you grumbled, "sorry, Bill..."

"what are you sorry for?" he asked, smiling apologetically.

"for our date tomorrow." you sighed.

"oh, honey, you don't have to worry about that." he replied, "we can always reschedule."

he kissed your forehead and said softly, "you rest. I'll go cook something up for you and I think we have some paracetamol left in the restroom."

"okay..." you choked out, and he left the room.

you shut your eyes, trying to sleep, hoping that when you woke up, it'll be all better.

𓆩♱𓆪

that was proven hella wrong. when you woke up, your fever just came back in full force. you were sneezing like crazy, one nostril was blocked and the other was leaking, you were shivering and the blanket made you feel like you were about to get a first degree burn.

Bill came into your room soon with a tray of warm chicken soup, and some paracetamol with warm water. he placed the tray on the nightstand next to you and said, "take the pill first."

you took it as he said, and swallowed it down with the warm water. then, you took the tray of warm chicken soup and though you couldn't smell anything, you still ate it.

though it tasted bland, you could feel better, just by a little bit. once you finished the soup, he took the tray and left the room.

you slowly scooted back into bed with the amount of strength left in your limbs, and returned to sleeping.

you heard the door creak open and someone step in, before taking a seat next to you, but you didn't have the energy to check.

before you fell asleep, you heard,

"get well soon, liebling."

and a cool kiss against your sweaty temple.

[liviavanrouge]

Roseheart Brother's

When we were young we were the ones

Rhyme(5): *Smiles wide, running after Riddle*

Riddle(5): *Pulls Rhyme after him, smiling as he held his younger brothers hand*

Rhyme: *releases Riddles hand doing a cartwheel, rolling down onto his back laughing*

Riddle: Be careful, Rhyme...

Rhyme: *Chuckles* Okay!

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

Rhyme(5): *Climbs up a tree, grinning*

Riddle(5): *Gasps as his brother slipped* RHYME!!

Riddle: *Throws his arms out, catching Rhyme, the two falling to the ground*

Rhyme: Oops..

Riddle: *Sighs* Rhyme...

We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets

Rhyme(5): *Lays asleep, his hair messy*

Riddle(5): *Smiless, picking the twigs and leaves out of his brothers hair* So troublesome

Rhyme: *Yawns and opens his eyes* Hi Riddle

Riddle: *Huffs looking amused* Hi Rhyme

Rhyme: *Laughs sleepily, falling back asleep* Night Riddle...

Riddle: ...night Rhyme..

Wish I could relive every single word

Rhyme(5): *Stares with wide eyes as his father pulled him away*

Riddle(5): *Stares after Rhyme, lifting his hand* Rhyme...

Rhyme: *Looks back* Riddle...

Riddle: *Looks down, lowering his hand*

~~~

We've taken different paths

Rhyme: *Laughs walking with the RSA students*

Neige: You're joking!

Rhyme: Nah, my big brother's face turns as red as a strawberry~

Che'Nya: That's Riddle for you!

Neige: *Laughs, smiling at the two*

Rhyme: *Chuckles*

And traveled different roads

Riddle: *Watches his dormmates, his eyes narrowed*

Denzel: Riddle, the flowers are done..

Riddle: Good.

Maria: What's next?

Riddle: Excuse me...isn't there someone going to pick up my baby brother

Denzel and Maria: *Glances at each other startled*

Riddle: *Huffs* Send someone.

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

Rhyme: *Beams running over to his brother* RIDDLE!!

Riddle: *Holds his arms out, Rhyme hugging him tight* Hi Rhyme..

Riddle: You can have the first tart, come sit next to me

Rhyme: *Smiles wide, following Riddle*

Trey: *Chuckles at Ace and Bandit's frowning expressions* He gets special privileges boys

Jesse: *Laughs, grinning at the two*

And when you're in the trenches

Rhyme: *Looks down, water soaking his outfit*

???: OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!!!!!!!!

Rhyme: Huh?

Riddle: *Stands in front of Rhyme, his face red* WHO SAID YOU COULD PICK ON MY BROTHER!??

Cater and Trey: *Flanks Riddle, staring the two students down*

Rhyme: *Stares then chuckles quietly, smiling*

And you're under fire I will cover you

Rhyme: *Ruffles his hair, dark bags under his head*

Riddle: *Bursts into his room* Off with your head!

Rhyme: *Yelps in alarm, a collar around his neck* Nii-san!!

Riddle: I won't remove it until you've eaten, taken a nap and got some fresh air! Let's go!

Rhyme: *Laughs and stands up following him*

~~~

If I was dying on my knees

Rhyme: *Falls off his broom, his eyes wide as he fell towards the ground*

???: RHYME!!!!!

Rhyme: *Perks up, his eyes wide as wind swirled underneath him then set him down on his bottom*

Riddle: *Runs over, his eyes wide* I should off your head!

Rhyme: *Blinks as Riddle checked him over then laughs*

You would be the one to rescue me

Rhyme: *Presses his back to the wall, the delinquents surrounding him* We can talk right

???: OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!

Riddle: *Shields Rhyme, his eyes narrowed*

Rhyme: *Stares at Riddle then sighs, falling to his knees relieved*

Riddle: *Looks at Rhyme, kneeling down beside him*

And if you were drowned at sea

Rhyme: *Kicks his stacked books down, his eyes narrowed*

Riddle: Rhyme.

Rhyme: Oh-

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

Rhyme: *Yells in alarm then sighs* OKAY!

Riddle: *Smirks looking teasing* Gave up that easily

Rhyme: HEY!

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

Rhyme: *Rubs the back of his head, his hair pink*

Riddle: *Getting ready to blow* WHO did THIS

Rhyme: It's no big deal!

Riddle: NO BIG DEAL!? LOOK AT YOU RHYME!!

Rhyme: Riddle-

Riddle: OFF WITH WHOEVER'S HEAD!!

Rhyme: RIDDLE!!

~~~

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Rhyme: *Lays asleep underneath a tree*

Riddle: *Perks up and walks over, looking down at him*

Rhyme: *Yawns and turns over*

Riddle: *Smiles slightly and takes his blazer off, covering his brother with it* Silly...

Rhyme: *Smiles slightly*

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: Wrong.

Rhyme: *Slams his head down on the desk* UGH!

Riddle: Come on, up, we gotta finish this..

Rhyme: Why'd I even ask you for help...

Riddle: Because I'm your big brother and the smartest person you know currently

Rhyme: ...can't argue with that

Riddle: *Smiles slightly amused*

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: If you didn't ask him to come and I didn't ask him to come, it's official he shouldn't have come

Ace: WOAH! Mean!

Rhyme: I invited Ace, Nii-San

Riddle: Ah, I see...you're affiliating with a bad crowd now

Ace: I'M NOT THAT BAD!

Rhyme: You turned Livia and Epel into toddlers.

Rhyme: PFFFT HAHAHAHAHAAH!

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: *Silently reads his book*

Rhyme: *Leans against him, dropping his book*

Riddle: Hm? *Perks up then sighs* Rhyme

Riddle: *Lays Rhyme down, covering him with a blanket* You fall asleep too easily..

~~~

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Rhyme: *Runs into Heartslabyul* RIDDLE!!!

Riddle: *Yells in shock as Rhyme leaped on him*

Cater: *Laughs* They're such complete opposites

Trey and Denzel: *Laughs*

Trey: Of course they are!

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Riddle: *Walks to RSA, looking around*

Rhyme: Nii-San?

Riddle: *Walks over to him* Rhyme, I brought you something

Rhyme: *Blinks as Riddle handed him a box filled with tarts*

Riddle: Trey made these, I saved some for you

Rhyme: *Looks at Riddle*

Riddle: WHY ARE YOU CRYING!??

Though we don't share the same blood

Riddle: *Sits between Denzel and Bandit, sipping his tea*

Rhyme: Hi big brother!

Riddle: *Gasps and whips around finding Rhyme grinning at him*

Rhyme: *Steals Riddle's tart and takes off into the rose maze*

Riddle: *Runs after him* RHYME ROSEHEARTS!

Trey: *Laughs at everyone's shocked expressions* Special privileges everyone! Rhyme is Riddle's baby brother!

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

Riddle: *Combs and brushes the dirt out of Rhyme's hair* Seriously, how'd your even do this?

Rhyme: Well it was rai-

Riddle: *Flicks Rhyme outside the back of his head* That wasn't a question for you to answer

Rhyme: *Chuckles, sitting still*

Riddle: *Sighs, continuing to comb and brush the dirt out* We're washing your hair after this

Rhyme: Ugh...

~~~

We're living different lives

Rhyme: *Walks beside Rielle*

Rielle: Let's play volleyball after this!

Rhyme: Sounds good, I need to better my skills!

Rielle: *Smiles and nods laughing*

Flipper: *Hurries after the two* Wait up!

Heaven only knows

Riddle: *Huffs as Denzel approached him* What?

Denzel: *Runs his thumb across Riddle's forehead then picks him up* It's the circle of life!!

Trey and Cater: *Laughs at Riddle's shocked expression*

Riddle: DENZELLLLLLL!!

Denzel: *Lifts Riddle higher* And it rules us all!!

Riddle: PUT. ME. DOWN!!

If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Rhyme: *Runs over and throws his arms around Riddle* Hi Nii-San

Riddle: *Pats his arm* Hey..

Rhyme: *Sits beside him, stealing a tart*

Trey: *Chuckles* Hey Rhyme!

Denzel: Yo!

Riddle: *Gives Rhyme a look but lets it slide*

Five years, twenty years, come back

Riddle and Rhyme: *Lays asleep underneath a tree, leaning against each other*

Trey: Told you, they'd be here

Denzel: *Cackles* Look at them~

Cater: They're cute~

Trey and Denzel: *Takes their jackets off and lays them over the two*

Maria: Let them rest..

It will always be the same

Riddle: *Watches Rhyme climb up a tree*

Rhyme: *Grins grabbing a branch, his eyes wide when it snapped and he slipped*

Riddle: RHYME!!!

Riddle: *Lunges forward, catching Rhyme, the two falling to the ground*

Rhyme: Oops...

Riddle: *Sighs* Rhyme...

~~~

If I was dying on my knees

Rhyme: *Stares at Riddle, his eyes wide*

Trey, Rhyme and Denzel: RIDDLE!!!!!!!!

Denzel: *Throws himself in front of Rhyme getting thrown backwards*

Trey: DENZEL!!!!

Rhyme: *Stares with wide eyes*

You would be the one to rescue me

Rhyme: *Rushes forward and throws his arms around Riddle, tackling him down*

Riddle: *Stares with wide eyes and throws his arms around Rhyme*

Rhyme: *Hits the ground, his eyes clenched shut*

Trey: Rhyme!! Riddle!

Denzel: *Rushes forward, looking alarmed*

And if you were drowned at sea

Rhyme: *Sitting beside Riddle, looking down* You alright?

Riddle: Yeah, I'm fine...

Rhyme: *Looks at him then rests his head on his brother's shoulder*

Riddle: *Perks up then sighs, resting his head against his younger brothers*

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

Rhyme: *Peeks over Riddle's shoulder then snatches his tart* THANKS!

Riddle: RHYME!!! *Chases after him*

Trey: Hahaha! They're back to normal!

Cater: *Laughs watching the roseheart twins* Riddle's lucky to have Rhyme!

Deuce: Haha, yeah!

~~~

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: *Runs after Rhyme, panting* Rhyme! Give me back my book!

Rhyme: NEVERRRRRR!

Riddle: *Takes a deep breath in then quickly runs after him*

Rhyme: *Leaps out through the hall window grinning*

Riddle: *Frowns and carefully leaps out*

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Rhyme: *Stares at Riddle then cackles, slapping his knee*

Riddle: *Huffs* Don't laugh, I'm not as athletic as you are

Rhyme: *Laughs and runs off with Riddle's book*

Riddle: RHYME! *Chases after him, needing to get that book back*

Rhyme: *Laughs speeding up*

~~~

And if we hit on troubled water

Rhyme: *Walks along the beach barefooted, his arms out at his sides*

Riddle: *Walks after him, carrying the males shoes*

Rhyme: *Grins and kicks water around, smiling*

Riddle: You'll slip or ca-

Rhyme: *Falls over as a wave tripped him, falling flat on his bottom*

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

Riddle: *Stares at his brother then snorts*

Rhyme: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!

Riddle: *Chuckles trying to muffle it*

Rhyme: RIDDLE!!

Riddle: *Laughs*

Rhyme: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

And we'll be carrying each other

Rhyme: *Sneezes, tucked into bed*

Riddle: Told you

Rhyme: *Sniffles* Oh shut up...

Riddle: *Smirks teasingly* Don't worry, big brother is here

Rhyme: Meanie

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

Riddle: *Chuckles, pouring some medicine into a spoon*

Rhyme: Ugh...

Riddle: Take it or it's off with your head..

Rhyme: *Opens his mouth and closes it around the spoon nearly gagging from the taste*

Riddle: Better *smirks* you have to take two though~

Rhyme: NOOOOOOOOO!

~~~

Because I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: *Braids Rhyme's hair, his eyes narrowed* Can't believe you can't do this yourself...

Rhyme: Mines come out all tangly!

Riddle: *Sighs* You're lucky you're my brother..

Rhyme: *Chuckles, sitting still*

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: *Silently reads a book*

Rhyme: *Lays his head in Riddle's lap, falling asleep*

Riddle: *Looks down at him then back at his book, placing a hand on the sleeping males head*

Riddle: You're lucky..

Rhyme: *Smiles slightly*

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Rhyme: *Beams, dragging Riddle after him*

Riddle: *Sighs, following Rhyme* I should be studying!

Riddle: Rhyme, you have homework too!

Rhyme: Just a bit of quick outside time!

Riddle: Fine

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Rhyme: *Rests his head on top of Riddle, watching his brother study*

Riddle: Homework done?

Rhyme: Yep *Yawns sleepily*

Riddle: You can lay in my bed

Rhyme: Thanks *Flops down in Riddle's bed, instantly falling asleep*

Riddle: *Looks at him then smiles in amusement*

~~~

If I was dying on my knees

Rhyme: *trips over himself, tumbling to a stop grunting when the delinquent stepped on his chest*

Delinquent A: Nowhere to run hero!

???: GET YOUR FOOT OFF MY BROTHER!!!!!

Delinquent A: *Turns around startled*

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!

Riddle: *Shields Rhyme looking close to blowing a second time*

You would be the one to rescue me

Rhyme: *Stares up at Riddle, sitting up*

Riddle: NOBODY!!! NOBODY TOUCHES MY BABY BROTHER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!

Trey: *Pats Riddle's shoulder* Riddle...

Riddle: *Sighs calming himself and turns to Rhyme*

Rhyme: Nii-San...

And if you were drowned at sea

Riddle: You alright, Rhyme?

Rhyme: *Trembles and nods, rubbing his eyes* Yeah...I'm okay..

Riddle: *Helps Rhyme stand up, walking beside him*

Denzel: *Glares at the delinquent, giving them a silent warning*

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

Rhyme: *Sits still as Riddle tended to the bruise on his chest*

Riddle: From now on call me when you visit...

Rhyme: Hm?

Riddle: I won't allow anyone to harm you Rhyme...

Rhyme: *Smiles slightly, looking down* Thanks...

~~~

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Rhyme: *Runs forward then starts backflipping across the field*

Trey: *Claps laughing* He's gotten better!

Cater: *Grins recording Rhyme* Awesome!

Rhyme: *Lands on his feet and smiles at them* How was that?!

Riddle: *Smiles, applauding his brother* Great job

Rhyme: Thaks NIii-San

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Riddle: *Sighs, Rhyme slumped on his back* Get off me

Rhyme: Too tired...

Riddle: You're heavy

Rhyme: You call me fat!

Riddle: *Smirks at him* Do we paint the roses red?

Rhyme: *Gasps in offense* HEY!

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: *Flicks Rhyme outside the head* You're reckless

Rhyme: HEY! I AM NOT!

Riddle: *Points to the burning target that Denze, Cater and Trey were trying to quickly put out*

Rhyme: I guess I kinda was-

Riddle: Kinda?

Rhyme: ALRIGHT! I was!

Riddle: *Chuckles* That's right

I've got you brother-er-er-er

Riddle: No.

Rhyme: But-

Riddle: I will NOT loose you Rhyme, you're my little brother and it's my job to protect you- *Stops and perks up*

Rhyme: *Stares at Riddle surprised*

Riddle: What?

Rhyme: *Grins*

Riddle: *Chuckles and smiles* I heard myself, I know

Rhyme and Rhyme: *Laughs, smiling at each other*

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiresss @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198

@pekoetiikapu

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hiiiiiiiii hdisjxksjdj I have 2 ideas for the fic writing request! Feel free to choose whichever one you'd like to do or both! 💝💝💝 love youuu

1: Steve's parents meet his new friends and are shocked at how happy he is. + they see that Steve and his friends all wear a similar-style friendship bracelet made by the kids.

2: platonic stobin with the song lyric (brother by Kodaline: I took out the chorus bc it doesn't match here):

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word

We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we don't share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth

We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

Five years, twenty years, come back

It will always be the same

ANOTHA ONE (BUT ACTUALLY TWO)! This first one for some reason got me fucked up. I wrote so much, then 75% of the way through, I hated it and deleted it and started over. The second one was a lot easier, but I did get a little carried away (could have gotten MORE carried away if I didn't have a tiny bit of self control left). ANYWAYS YAY FOR FINISHING ONE OF MY CLASSES WITH A 94 AND BEING ABLE TO POST THESE! LOTS OF LOVE BABEYYYY - Mickala ❤️

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PROMPT 1

“Where is it?”

Steve was panicking.

Okay, panicking might be dramatic.

It was just a bracelet.

But it wasn’t just a bracelet, actually.

El made them for everyone. They all matched, but she’d added everyone’s initials to theirs so it was still special for each of them.

When she gave Steve his, he hid in the bathroom and cried.

Despite being the King for years, he’d never had any friends like the kids and Robin.

Eddie either, but he’d already passed the line of “friends” into “love of his life”, so he didn’t count.

So when he looked down while he was cooking and realized it wasn’t wrapped around his wrist the way it had been for months, he started to worry.

When he couldn’t find it in the kitchen or the path from the kitchen to the car or the car itself or his bedroom or his bathroom, he started to feel a weight settle in his chest.

He wouldn’t give up yet though. He’d gone outside to check the chemicals in the pool this morning, maybe it had fallen off there.

Just when he was about to go look, he heard a car door slam. Then another one. Then keys at the front door.

Of all the times for his parents to decide they live here, they choose now? When he’d abandoned the casserole he was making on the counter and turned most of the place upside down in the last hour looking for his bracelet?

He took a deep breath, ready to try to brush aside the panic to make sure they didn’t find his behavior unacceptable or suspicious.

“Oh good. You’re home.”

Anne Harrington’s voice used to make Steve relax. She wasn’t ever a great mother, but she was at least here until he hit middle school. Her presence, her voice usually made his dad remain calm.

But when she started going away with his dad, her voice became a dreaded sound.

Instead of it easing the tension he held in his back and jaw, it caused the tension to arrive faster.

Richard Harrington was the root cause of all of that tension, though.

“What’s going on in here?”

Steve tried to make himself appear smaller, that’s what his dad liked from him, and that’s what kept him safe.

“You caught me as I was making dinner. I haven’t been able to clean up yet.”

“Is that a casserole?”

Anne was walking up to the counter, peering down at the casserole dish as she spoke.

“Yes. I’m having friends over later.”

He was at least. Before his parents made a surprise visit.

Just as he checked the clock to see if he had time to call everyone to cancel, he heard more car doors.

Fuck, how late was it?

6:30. Shit.

Of course the one time Eddie gets everyone here on time is the one time his parents decide to show up.

El had joined this campaign at the insistence of Eddie and Will, so he knew she’d notice his bracelet was missing.

He couldn’t let her close enough to see.

No hug hello. No sitting in the room while they played. No hugging goodbye.

He could do that.

El barged in the house first, excitement palpable before she even made it into the kitchen.

“Who the hell is this?”

The voices of the others could be heard walking through the door as El froze with wide eyes.

“Mom, Dad, this is El. She’s Chief Hopper’s daughter? I babysat her.”

They looked at him like he’d grown three heads.

“Steve! Tell Dustin that I’m supposed to be the fun parent!”

Steve’s face paled. Eddie.

Every possible reaction his parents could have ran through Steve’s mind as he actually did start to panic.

Suddenly, everyone from Hellfire was standing in his kitchen. With his parents.

And an uncooked casserole.

He reached for the bracelet on his wrist, then remembered he lost it, and then he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t cry in front of his parents.

He walked out of the room, ignoring the confused stares and murmurs from everyone, including his mother.

He walked up the stairs, to his bedroom, then fell on his bed.

No tears fell, but they were there, waiting. For what, he didn’t know.

He could hear footsteps outside of his room. A pause. A gentle knock.

“Steve?”

His mother.

She opened the door slowly, probably just as nervous as he suddenly was.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” he managed to choke out.

His mom sat on the edge of the bed, leaving enough space between them that he couldn’t feel any warmth from her, which is how it’s always been.

“We probably should have called.”

It wasn’t an apology, just a statement. More for her than him since she was feeling just as awkward about this as he was.

“Those kids are the ones you babysat?”

“Yeah.”

“They’ve gotten quite big, haven’t they?”

Steve had no idea what she was doing, but he could answer her questions.

“Yeah. Don’t really need me anymore.”

“They’re here, though.”

“I’ll send them home,” Steve started to get up, but his mom’s hand on his shoulder kept him from standing.

“Don’t. We just dropped by to grab a few things. We have a flight in a few hours.”

Ah. So they weren’t staying. If he hadn’t been home when they got here, he probably never would have even known they were here.

For some reason, that hurt. Even after all these years, all these times being left alone.

“They must really love you.”

Her voice sounded different, shaky. Like she was actually trying to show an emotion other than passiveness or disappointment.

She was holding something, he could see her rubbing her fingers along whatever it was.

And then he caught the bright pink.

His bracelet.

“Where did you find that?”

“It was on the ground by the front door. Your father didn’t see it, but I picked it up. Thought it may have belonged to a girl you brought home. Then I saw what all those kids were wearing and saw your initials on it.” She handed him the bracelet and he felt relief wash over him. “You’re lucky to have them.”

He looked at her. Her lips wobbling, her eyes watery, like she was actually happy for him, or maybe a little sad about something else.

Regret. That’s what that look was.

“I wish I had known that you had so many people who love you. I wish I had been here to see you find happiness. You didn’t have any for so long.”

She’d seen it then. She’d seen the way he had to fight loneliness despite being surrounded by people at school. She’d seen the way his face dropped every time they told him they were going on another business trip, how he started to hate that they even bothered to come home at all. She’d seen the way he filled his home with idiot teenagers who barely respected him or the house, who just wanted a place to drink away from their parent’s prying eyes.

She’d seen it and let him feel that hurt anyway.

She still didn’t say she was sorry.

But he thought about if he even wanted that now. If he could even believe it or accept it coming from her.

Probably not.

He took the bracelet from her and wrapped it around his wrist, tightening the string until it was snug.

“I didn’t have anyone for so long because you didn’t seem to think I needed anyone. I don’t know who I would be without them. They’ve done more for me than you or dad ever have, and that’s why I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” Steve sighed. It was exhausting that he even had to say this. “You’re right, though. I am lucky to be loved by them. This bracelet is just one of the physical reminders of that. Thanks for finding it.”

A single tear fell from her eyes, but Steve wasn’t going to let himself feel bad. She could have done this years ago when he needed it most.

Now he had those kids downstairs. He had Eddie. He had Robin. Joyce and Hopper. Claudia. Even the Wheelers.

Suddenly, Eddie was standing in his door, a panicked look on his face.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” He wasn’t. “You may need to come downstairs. Erica’s kind of doing that thing she does with your dad.”

Steve’s eyes widened while his mom just looked confused.

Then he heard it.

He jumped up and ran down the stairs, Eddie close on his heels.

“...and another thing! This house isn’t even decorated nicely! You have all this money, right? Why don’t you spend it on things that actually look good? Or a couch that’s actually comfy. How am I supposed to sleep on a piece of plywood with itchy fabric on it? Have you ever tried to sleep on that couch? Probably not since you can’t be bothered to come home.”

Steve put his hand on Erica’s shoulder while he glanced over at his father’s red face. He obviously wasn’t going to do anything to a child, but he didn’t want to take any risks, not with the kids he loved so much.

“Alright, everyone in the dining room! Get your game setup while I put the casserole in the oven.”

Erica glared up at him, but relented when everyone started moving towards the dining room.

Eddie watched as she left too, but he remained next to Steve.

Steve turned to face his father, who was certainly going to have a lot to say to him, but would probably wait until he was alone.

“The neighbor told me you had kids coming and going from here all the time, but I thought they were losing it. Especially when they said that the Munson van was parked in the driveway most nights. I guess they aren’t losing it, after all.”

His tone was outwardly calm, but Steve was well-versed in the silent rage boiling underneath.

He was also well-versed in how his father refused to make their family look bad, even if it was just a bunch of kids.

“They needed a place to play their game. I have plenty of room. It keeps them out of trouble and happy. I get to have people in the house. It’s a win win.”

Steve wasn’t usually this bold with his father, but he knew he was fine with Eddie next to him and his family in the next room.

His dad grunted and looked down at the bracelet wrapped around Steve’s wrist, and the matching one wrapped around Eddie’s.

Steve could feel his brain trying to figure everything out. He didn’t say anything to help.

“I’m sure your mother mentioned we’re just grabbing some things and leaving,” Richard finally said.

“She did.”

“Make sure the house is clean before we get back.”

“Which will be…?”

“Within the next few weeks.”

“Sure.”

They weren’t gonna be back in a few weeks. They probably wouldn’t be back for months, if ever.

Steve noticed that they barely had any of their personal belongings left in the house. He noticed that they had been slowly moving out of the house since his senior year of high school. He noticed that they rarely got mail delivered anymore, and that they didn’t send the gardener or pool cleaner by unless they were coming home.

He knew they had another house in upstate New York, one he’d never even been to and only found out about because his dad’s secretary mentioned it the last time he’d called looking for them.

He figured if they were coming back in a few weeks, it would probably be to tell him they were selling this house and he had to leave.

Which was fine.

He looked down at his bracelet as his dad left the kitchen, tugging on the end of it to make it even tighter.

He had people who would help him if he got kicked out. He had family.

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PROMPT 2

In 1987, Robin Buckley leaves for college.

They knew it was coming, her gap year truly could only be a year, after all.

Steve tried to put on a brave face.

He was proud of her, of course. She got into Purdue on one of the hardest academic scholarships to get. They’d let her, even encouraged her, to take the gap year, postponing her scholarship for her new start date.

She was leaving tomorrow and Steve didn’t know how to say goodbye.

Eddie was helping with some of the last minute packing she had to do, but he was trying to stay out of their way, give them time and space to enjoy what time they had left.

Suddenly, Steve knew what he needed to do.

“Eds?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got supplies for tattoos right?”

“Tattoos, plural? Going from none to multiple in one go may not be a great idea, sweetheart.”

Robin was watching their interaction with curious eyes, but wasn’t saying anything.

“No, just one for me. But maybe one for Robin too?” He pointed the question at her, giving her a small smile.

“What? A tattoo? Now?”

“If you want. Just something small for us to have before you go.”

Maybe it was a stupid idea.

It’s not like she was leaving the damn country. He’d probably see her once a month at least.

But he was scared that she’d get to college and find a lot of smart friends who could keep up with her and find fewer reasons to visit here, and then Steve wouldn’t be able to convince her to stick around and he’d be alone.

A tattoo would at least ensure she was thinking of him, too.

“What would we get?”

“What about an ice cream cone?”

“Or a scoop?”

Eddie laughed. “You really want me to tattoo ice cream scoops on your bodies? Forever? You know these are permanent.”

Steve and Robin giggled together and nodded.

So it was settled.

They finished what they had to, waving a quick goodbye to Robin’s parents and letting them know she’d be back late. They reminded her they were heading out early in the morning and she ignored them. When they got to Eddie’s trailer, the nerves sunk in for both of them. Not enough to avoid getting the tattoos, but enough to make them hold hands while Eddie prepped the tattoo gun and ink for Steve.

“Alright, where do you want it big boy?”

He pointed to his ankle and looked at Robin, who nodded back at him in agreement.

So Eddie began.

Steve flinched at the first few lines in his skin, but got used to it quickly.

Robin held his hand and watched, talking to him about random things that she thought of that they could do when he visited her on campus.

Eddie finished quickly, smiling up at them both.

When he cleaned up and set up the new needle and ink for Robin, Steve held her hand and talked about all the things he was excited for her to do when she left. He even joked that she’d probably find a girlfriend in her Women’s Studies course.

“I mean that class is just gonna be a bunch of queer women, you better make a move.”

“You don’t know that!” she exclaimed while rolling her eyes.

When Robin’s tattoo was done, they smiled at each other. Robin kissed Eddie’s cheek in thanks and Steve kissed his lips, whispering a quiet thanks against them.

Even if Robin moved on, they’d always have this.

—-------

In 1991, shortly after Robin managed to graduate from school, Steve and Eddie had a massive fight.

They’d never had one before, not like this.

Not one that led to Eddie walking out and staying with Wayne.

Steve’s first call was to Wayne, making sure Eddie was safe.

His second call was to Robin, begging her to come stay with him for a few days so he wouldn’t have to be alone.

He hadn’t been alone in his house since the fall of 1986 and it was suddenly bigger and quieter than ever.

She quickly drove to him, knowing he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t struggling.

When she arrived, Steve sobbed into her shoulder for hours, not even saying anything, not really able to. She let him, didn’t offer any words of comfort, just running her hands through his hair and making sure he kept breathing in and out.

Eventually, she asked.

“I thought you guys were doing great. What happened?”

Steve shrugged, but he knew. He knew that for a few weeks now Eddie had been working a lot more, that Steve had been working a lot more, both of them trying to save money to buy a house that wasn’t a constant reminder of everything bad in their lives. He knew that neither of them were giving each other the attention they deserved. He knew the tiny little snippy comments they both were giving each other kept adding up into a form of resentment he didn’t think either of them could’ve been capable of. He knew when he missed their date because he forgot to call when he found out about the overtime he was scheduled for, it would lead to a pissed off Eddie.

“We’re just under a lot of stress right now.”

“Worse than the literal end of the world?”

“No. Just. Real life is kind of harder sometimes. Is that crazy to think?”

“I guess not. But you guys love each other more than anything. This is just a bump, right?”

“I dunno. He’s staying with Wayne for a bit.”

“How long is a bit?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. Wayne said he’s barely seen him.”

“Maybe he just needs to cool off. Bet he’ll be back tomorrow.”

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t back that week at all. Robin had to go back to campus to pack before they locked her out permanently, so he was left to work and come home to an empty house.

It sucked, point blank.

But Wayne called him every night before he left for work, and Steve knew that at least Eddie was safe, still going to work, still eating.

The day Robin was supposed to be back, Eddie showed up. He let himself in, which was a good sign. He sat down next to Steve on the couch, another good sign. He sighed, not a great sign, but maybe not a bad one.

He looked at Steve with tears in his eyes.

“I wanna come home.”

Steve let out a sob and folded into Eddie’s chest, Eddie wrapping his arms around him and kissing the top of his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Sh. I’m sorry too, Stevie.”

When Robin arrived, she saw them asleep on the couch, thankfully fully dressed, and smiled to herself. She made her way up to the guest room that was basically hers and went to sleep, content with knowing that she’d gotten Steve through.

—--------

In 1997, Robin lands her dream job offer. Things move quickly. She’s supposed to fly to Italy in three days, but she’s stuck on how to tell Steve.

Steve and Eddie moved to Boston when she did, insisting that they wanted to live a city life. Now that the kids were all gone, they had no reason to stay in Hawkins.

They sold the Harrington mansion, then their own home, and found a nice two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city. Steve worked in a bakery, so his hours were a bit all over the place depending on the season. Eddie worked as a sound mixer at a record label, which wasn’t his dream job, but close enough that he was happy.

Robin had been working as a tutor for years, enjoying the one on one with teenagers who needed the extra help in their high school foreign language classes. It didn’t pay much, but it was enough.

But she applied to be a teacher, part of a study abroad project for prospective Boston University students that reached 24 different countries. She didn’t really expect to get it, her experience and education level not quite where most of the other applicants were.

But she’d impressed the interviewers with her knowledge of multiple languages, not just fluency in one. They expressed immediate interest and asked her which country she’d prefer.

She told them she preferred Italy, but hadn’t expected to get her first choice.

She did.

And now she had to tell Steve she was leaving the country for at least a year.

She called Eddie first to warn him. He was excited for her, of course, but nervous about how Steve would react.

They frequently joked that she was the side chick in their relationship because Steve would cancel plans just to hang out with Robin. Even as grown adults with grown adult responsibilities, Eddie had to remind them to get some sleep during sleepovers like they were teenagers.

He thought it was adorable.

He told her to come over for dinner, she could talk to him then and he would be there as backup.

So she did.

And it went okay at first. Steve was so excited for her, he kept talking about how she could send real Italian chocolate like he got on a vacation with his parents when he was young.

But then it seemed to slowly sink in what this meant.

No more random meetups in the city for coffee or drinks, no more dinners here at their apartment, calls would have to be scheduled in advance because of the time difference. No hugs or cuddling for a year.

“Maybe we could try to come visit in a few months?” He looked at Eddie hopefully.

“Maybe, sweetheart,” Eddie responded with a small smile.

He knew their finances weren’t bad, but a trip to Italy certainly wasn’t something they were prepared for. Plus, taking that much time off of work would be difficult. They didn’t have another sound mixer right now, which meant if he missed more than a day or two, they’d pretty much have to close up shop.

“I mean, I’m sure with what they’re paying me, I could probably come visit during the Christmas break,” Robin added, though she didn’t sound so sure.

Eddie squeezed Steve’s knee, sensing the tears he was trying to hold back.

“We’ve got time to figure it out.”

Nothing got planned for a while though, because Robin was busier than expected.

She worked six days a week, and on the seventh day, she was usually still grading papers or setting up meetings with the other teachers in the program.

Steve felt like he was fighting constantly for her attention, which wasn’t fair to think because she was just doing her job.

Eddie knew he was getting into a depressive episode about a month in.

He called Robin while Steve was asleep, coming up with a plan to get him out of it before it got bad.

“I’ve got enough money for the flight, but we need somewhere to stay. I think I can swing five days off for both of us if I tell his boss what’s going on. But I can’t do it for at least a month.”

“Okay, just stay with me. I have a pull out couch. My neighbor brings me so much food all the time, I’m sure she’ll wanna feed you both too. I still have to work, but you can explore while I do. Have you guys even taken a real vacation before?”

“Does visiting Dustin count?”

“No.”

“Then, no.”

The plan was in place. Steve remained sad, but Robin tried to call as often as she could.

But almost exactly one month later, Steve came home to Eddie packing luggage. His heart stopped for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

Eddie smiled at him, walking over to wrap his arms around him.

“Packing for our trip.”

“What trip?”

“To Italy.”

Steve’s heart started racing.

“What?”

“Gotta get you to see your girl, don’t I? She’s got a couch with our name on it.”

Steve cried for the next hour, leaving wet kisses on Eddie’s cheeks and lips as he helped pack.

When they arrived in Italy, Robin was at the airport holding the chocolates Steve so desperately wanted, but he didn’t care about in that moment.

He was back with his platonic soulmate.

—------

Being engaged wasn’t that important to Steve or Eddie. They couldn’t legally get married anyway, so what was the point of the whole song and dance of asking and wearing a ring?

They’d belonged to each other for so long, it wasn’t necessary.

But in 2003, Eddie changed his mind.

It happened because Robin said something about how marriage equality was looking more likely, like maybe she could actually marry her girlfriend who followed her back from Italy.

And Eddie couldn’t have Robin get engaged before him.

So he found a ring, just a simple gold band with a single diamond. He got it engraved to say “scar on my heart” which was the title of the first song Eddie wrote about Steve for Steve.

He made plans. He called the kids and made them swear not to say anything.

He called Robin and asked if she could be there.

But he should have known Robin couldn’t keep a secret.

“I’m just so excited!”

“For what? It’s just ice cream at the park,” Steve said curiously.

“It’s not just ice cream! It’s a big moment!”

And then she realized what she said. Eddie glared at her.

“What’s the big moment?”

Eddie sighed. He could just say Robin was being dramatic, but Steve wouldn’t buy it, not with the way she looked guilty of murder now.

“I have something to ask you.”

Maybe Steve would leave it.

“What is it? Why does Robin need to be there? Just ask me now.”

Guess not.

“Since I can never have plans that work, fine.” Eddie pulled the box out of his pocket, sending one more glare at Robin, who already had tears in her eyes. He started to drop to one knee but felt hands on his arms.

“Wait! Are you proposing to me?”

“Uh. Trying to, yes.”

Steve started laughing. Not really the reaction he was hoping for.

Then, he pulled a box from his pocket.

Robin clapped and cheered from the side while Eddie just stared in disbelief.

“What?”

“I called Robin to come this weekend so I could propose!”

“But. I called her to come!”

“You both are dinguses! Eddie called me an hour before Steve did if it matters, but you both are ridiculous.”

They looked at each other and laughed as Robin’s words sank in.

“I guess I know your answer then,” Eddie said.

“Ask me anyway.”

“Yeah, I came all this way to see proposals, give me a show!” Robin exclaimed loudly.

“You just need ideas for your girlfriend.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie turned to Steve, got down on one knee, and smiled up at him.

“We’re living in a time where we might be able to actually get married and there is nothing I want more than to be able to call you my husband. I’ve loved you for nearly 20 years, and I know I’ll love you more in the next 20, and the 20 after that. What do you say, big boy? Wanna marry me?”

Steve was crying and Eddie could hear Robin sniffling to the side.

“Yeah, I do.”

Eddie placed the ring on Steve’s finger and kissed him so hard, Robin groaned.

“Okay, my turn.”

Eddie stood up with a smirk as Steve got down on one knee.

“Eds, I’ve never been that great with words, but you’ve loved me anyway. Even when I may not have deserved it, even when it may have been hard, even before I was ready to love you back. I’m not going anywhere no matter what the law says, but I want you to wear this so you know I’m all in. Will you be all in too?”

Robin was crying harder now, but Eddie didn’t care.

He nodded and let Steve place the ring on his finger.

Then they both pulled Robin into a hug, all of them crying into each other’s shoulders.

It made sense that she was here for this. She was Steve’s other half, Eddie was just an addition, and he was fine with that.

[kivaember]

ac6 drabble: abort

last one before i go to bed (i was planning on doing more but work wiped me out today sorry...) but i have to do @steelhazeortus a solid and give them the iguazu/volta that they clearly crave (their prompt being "adding to my last unhinged reply: Volta lives but make it gay (I’m obsessed. Sorry)").

here ya go buddy

abort

Iguazu had his hand on the eject lever the moment the first round from that Juggernaut bitch had slammed into the ground less than a 100m away from him, the blastwave powerful enough it made even HEAD BRINGER's frame shudder with the force of it.

He'd looked out across the battlefield, across the hundreds and hundreds of metres of kill zones that lay between him and the Wall. MTs with rocket launchers, at least twenty long-range cannons twitchy enough to shoot a fly out of the sky, the fucking JUGGERNAUT raining hellfire on any poor fuck who was stupid enough to amble into its crosshairs, and the GODDAMN GATLING GUNS SCREAMING ROUNDS DOWN RANGE LIKE IT WAS GOING OUT OF STYLE-

you've gotta be shitting me, he had thought, in a light-headed, near hysterical sort of way, you have to be absolutely shitting me.

The supporting squad of suicidally loyal MTs were already getting shredded into scrap metal, yelling at making Michigan proud even as they died to bullet fire. Volta, the fucking IDIOT, was gunning full steam ahead, clearly trying to build the momentum for an assault boost over the defensive trench - Iguazu could make the tactical leaps to understand what he was aiming for: get behind the gatling guns, past the smaller rocket launchers, use the solid tower blocks as cover-

Iguazu was a survivor through and through. He took one look at that battlefield, realised the futility of it all in a split second, and thought fuck this shit i'm out.

His hand was on the eject lever. He even pulled on it a little, until it felt resistance. One more tug, and he'd be launched out of HEAD BRINGER and be walking back to the emergency rendevouz point. He'd rather take Michigan bawling into his face for being a cowardly little runt than heroically becoming an ashy smear on the floor to gain the Redguns absolutely jackshit.

His hand was on the eject lever.

But.

Later, Iguazu wouldn't really be able to explain why he didn't pull it the second he touched down. It defied common sense and his own selfish nature. But his gaze had been fixed on Volta stupidly charging ahead, as he always did, obnoxiously confident in his AC's manouverability and thick-plated armour to see him through anything. Iguazu had watched him charging forwards, acknowledged his tactical decision, and just thought the moron's gonna die.

That's fine. Volta was free to go to his grave feeling like he'd accomplished something when in fact it was just a pointless death for a bunch of old windbags who didn't give one flying fuck about the Redguns entirely, so long as they achieved their bottom line. Iguazu wasn't going to go the same way, though. He was getting out of Rubicon, one way or another. He wasn't dying here.

But.

...

His hand...

...

He let go of the eject lever.

"I must be outta my mind...!" Iguazu hissed under his breath, sending HEAD BRINGER forwards into a charge after Volta, the whistle-whine of overhead tank rounds and missiles making his pulse rate hit the fucking goddamn stratosphere.

YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! his survival instinct screamed at him, WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT?!?!

He ignored it. He just followed Volta - followed him over the trench, narrowly avoiding getting blown out of the sky when the Juggernaut adjusted its aiming slightly to try and pre-empty his leap. He landed heavily, whispering "shit shit shit" under his breath like he was praying to Jesus Christ himself to reach down and pluck him from this situation that was entirely of his own making. He didn't, of course. No god gave a shit about Iguazu.

But it turned out he gave some shit about Volta, because the moron didn't use the apartment blocks as cover - he veered to the left, to try and use the open ground to try and do a suicidal charge. Iguazu finally remembered the button for his comms.

"VOLTA! FUCKING IDIOT- GET BEHIND THIS BUILDING!" he roared at him, even as he shot down some enterprising MT trying to lob a missile at him from atop of said building. "VOLTA!"

"I'M COMING! God, fucking hell, Iguazu, blow out my eardrums why don't you!"

Volta came trundling back behind the building, though, smoke and debris peppering his figurative heels, until they were both huddled behind an apartment block, every Rubiconian dipshit throwing everything they had at the fucking building and making him feel like he was standing in one of those shitty, old war films where a bunch of stupid idiots were sittingin a trench grim-faced and preparing themselves to charge into no man's land.

Like hell. Iguazu was going the opposite way, to- to man's land. Whatever. AWAY FROM THE EXPLOSIONS AND MISSILES.

"This mission's a fucking mess, Volta," Iguazu said. "Let's just get outta here."

"You mean ditch the mission?"

"No, I mean we'll do a tactical withdrawal to reconsider our options- OF COURSE I MEAN FUCKING DITCH!" Iguazu yelled, and even reached over to bonk Volta's AC over the head with his rifle. "YOU THINK WE'RE GONNA MAKE THAT?! WITH EVERY GODDAMN FUCKING COKED UP REBEL CUNT CARRYING TEN MILLION MISSILES EACH AND WANTING TO RAM EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. UP OUR ASS?!?! WE'D BE FUCKING SCRAP BEFORE WE CLEAR FIFTY METRES YOU DUMB FUCK!"

Volta didn't say anything for a long moment.

"Why'd you follow me, then?" he finally asked, sounding genuinely flummoxed.

Iguazu didn't have an answer for him.

"I'm fucking going, and you're coming with me," Iguazu said instead, refusing to let his insane dive into missile hell be for nothing. "C'mon, we're jumping the trench."

"Ugh..."

For one moment, Iguazu thought Volta was going to say no, and honestly, Iguazu didn't have a plan for that scenario, but fortunately Volta angled his bulky tank body back towards blessed freedom and muttered: "Fine, but I'm blaming you when Michigan asks why we ran away."

"Sure, whatever fine, he was gonna yell at me anyway."

They heroically got the fuck out of there, with the only sign of their toe dipping into hell being chipped paint, a few scratches, and Iguazu deeply confused about his own incomprehensible actions.

[corruptedforce]

 

FIVE SONGS for your muse.

i.     EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD / TEARS FOR FEARS   :   ❛ it's my own design / It's my own remorse / Help me to decide / Help me make the most / Of freedom and of pleasure / Nothing ever lasts forever / Everybody wants to rule to world   ❜

ii.     LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO / TAYLOR SWIFT   :   ❛    I don't like your little games / don't like your tilted stage / the role you made me play / of the fool / no, I don't like you.....Anakin Skywalker can't come to phone right now. Why? Because he is dead and I am what remains. '

iii.     BROTHER / KODALINE   :   ❛    We've taken different paths' and traveled different roads / I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old / and when you're in the trenches / And you're under fire / I will cover you / If I was dying on my knees / You would be the one to rescue me / And if you were drowned as sea / I'd give you mu lungs so you could breathe ( very Anakin and Obi-Wan coded, probably through the War, but really, they never did want the other dead. ) ❜

iv.     AM I SAVAGE / METALLICA  :   ❛    Am I savage? Scratching at the door. Am I savage? I don't recognized you anymore.

v.    IMPERIAL MARCH / JOHN WILLIAMS : This doesn't need any explanation??? Also, it was hard not to include Anakin's theme, Anakin's betrayal, Duel of the Fates, Across the Stars because they are all amazing but the Imperial March is irreplaceable.

FIVE QUOTES for your muse.

i.     ❛ This is Anakin Skywalker: The most powerful Jedi of his generation. Perhaps of any generation. The fastest. The strongest. An unbeatable pilot. An unstoppable warrior. On the ground, in the air or sea or space, there is no one even close. He has not just power, not just skill, but dash: that rare, invaluable combination of boldness and grace.” - Matthew Stover / Revenge of the Sith 

ii.    “They are closer than friends. Closer than brothers. Though Obi-Wan is sixteen standard years Anakin's elder, they have become men together. Neither can imagine life without the other. The war has forged their two lives into one.” - Matthew Stover / Revenge of the Sith (About Anakin and Obi-Wan)

iii.      “This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever: The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain. The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.” / Matthew Stover / Revenge of the Sith

iv.     ❛ All I am surrounded by is fear and dead men.' / Vader Down #1

v.     ❛  You loved her. You will always love her. You could never will her death. Never. But you remember... You remember all of it. You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader's blood. You remember the furnace of Vader's fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth—And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker. That it was all you. Is you. Only you. You did it. You killed her. You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself... It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith—Because now your self is all you will ever have. You rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow. In the end, you do not even want to. In the end, the shadow is all you have left. Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself — And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame. This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker.. Forever." — Matthew Stover /Revenge of the Sith

TAGGED BY: @prodijedi

TAGGING @mayxthexforce (sabe), @taliaromanova, @petitsdieu, @xx--ofmanythoughts--xx (tara maybe?), @subduedrebel, @cagedpotential (haley - I miss her btw), @alootus, @spokewar, @galaccias ( if you are feeling like doing a thing, have this for Rex) and anyone else. I am sick but apparently can write this.

In case you can't tell, I am very pro ROTS novelization.

This was fun, if not long. I totally would do this for Jax and Nathan on my multi too, if prompted.

[daisychainsandbowties]

kodaline - brother because I'm an asshole

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one of the most compelling things about warrior nun is the fact that the narrative starts at the end. a girl - discarded, left on a cold table. a name and no cause of death.

another girl, perforated with light, carried into a holy place in the arms of her sisters

"if i was dying on my knees/ you would be the one to rescue me/ and if you were drowned at sea/ i'd give you my love so you could breathe"

the way that Shannon is positioned, not only here but in tmtl - as christ-like in this specific sense:

Shannon wrapping her body around a grenade but Shannon as a grenade. she is filled with shrapnel and she is shrapnel.

she tries very hard not to be; but she's in a tragedy. Mary comes along and there is love. Lilith and Beatrice come along and they need love. they need it so much more than they need to be protected from loss.

"and when you're in the trenches and you're under fire/ i will cover you"

that scene in tmtl when Shannon wraps her body around the grenade and Mary flings Beatrice clear of the blast, and Mary saying 'i forgot' and how that whole scene epitomises what the halo-bearer is. a reliquary; a body to carry the long onus of a holy war. to use our favourite term - a meatshield.

but i think it is also revealing of what the halo-bearer needs. what is painful and necessary for them to have, which is a person who forgets that she is not fully mortal. a person who takes her wounds seriously. who doesn't see her as a body for carrying sins.

cut to beatrice: "i'm your best friend, and i cannot watch you die."

from the mouth of a girl who knows that this is inevitable. i think when cam says the whole 'they're never yours. they never last' we all see this an an echo of Mary. words intended for her mouth, probably. words meaning THIS IS A TRAGEDY

struck by the fact that Shannon said to Lilith: 'you're ready'

but she did not say: 'i'm ready'

"and we'll be carrying each other/ until we say goodbye on our dying day"

[inferno-ontherocks]

And when you're in the trenches and you're under fire, I will cover you...

[dragonsneversharetheirtreasure]

Brother || Aelon and Marron Valyx, Viserion Targaryen

When we were young we were the ones The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets Wish I could relive every single word We've taken different paths And travelled different roads I know we'll always end up On the same one when we're old And when you're in the trenches And you're under fire I will cover you If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe I've got you brother-er-er-er I've got you brother-er-er-er I've got you brother-er-er-er I've got you brother-er-er-er

[clintismoved]

@thefleetsfinest just needed to make them some tags finally got around to that

LEONARD MCCOY -> THEFLEETSFINEST -> What one good soul is worth can't be measured

RECOVERY BUDDY -> THEFLEETFINEST -> When you're in the trenches and you're under fire I will cover you

RECOVERY BUDDY -> 616 -> Oh brother I see you burn like me the singes on our skin like a brand

RECOVERY BUDDY -> WASTELANDS -> If I was dying on my knees you would be the one to rescue me

RECOVERY BUDDY -> STAR TREK -> We go deeper than ink beneath the skin of our tattoos we don't share the same blood you're my brother

[cosmicrhetoric]

tagged by the incomparable @briarhips to post nine book recs <3 sorry so many of these are classics im going thru smth

Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen: This is MY Austen of choice. I'm doing a reread atm and it's very Emma in it's social commentary but this is THEE eldest daughter book of all time. Maybe I just like when characters are super repressed but if you want to see a woman (who has spent 200 pages being soooo hinged) have the most cathartic breakdown about it......

Identitti, Mithu Sanyal: For fans of Kuang's Yellowface who want a bit more of an academic lens! Our main character, a 2nd gen Indian-German woman, spends years of her life in the trenches of postcolonial study under a seemingly Indian woman who is then exposed as white. It doesn't give you any easy answers but it provides a lot of scholarly resources and leaves a lot of space to come to your own conclusions. Read it on a plane. Kinda fire.

Eros the Bittersweet, Anne Carson: We all know Carson. But I'm picking a nonfiction essay instead of Autobiography of Red or her translations mostly because this one takes you behind the curtain of a lot of her famous translations when it comes to the aspect of love. I'm not really nonfiction girl in general but this was worth it

Chain Gang All Stars, Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah: Speculative abolitionist fiction! Set in a near future where prisoners can compete in death matches to try and win their freedom. I've honestly read nothing like this...ever, like it's in a league of it's own but if you're a fan of the way footnotes were used in something like Babel you're gonna wanna check this out. Multiple povs (really interesting pov switching from a craft perspective actually) overlap to paint a stark and realistic depiction of American prisons.

The Devourers, Indrapramit Das: This was described to me as "IWTV but with werewolves and in Mughal India and actually really good" and while that's a pretty comprehensive plot summary it does not even begin to cover the shit this novel goes through. This is a book about transformation and stories and what letting a story live in you can do for you. The werewolves are kinda obviously a genderqueer allegory as well (as they often are in sff lmao) but when the interviewer himself starts talking about gender in his experiences you can see how that changes the story he's transcribing and it's just very cool. Heavy trigger warnings on this one though. Don't read if you can't handle a bit of piss (they are wolves). Writing style wise feels very similar to the magical realism of The Hungry Tide if that's ur bag

The Mill on the Floss, George Eliot: In the way that s&s is my Austen, this is MY Eliot. A classic story about women of this era who cannot fit into the boxes society lays out for them. A failed romance brands the main character an outcast in their town in a way that is. Hear me out. Fucking Utenaesque. Follow for some classic tragedy and themes of water....I would compare this more with like Dickens Bleak House than Austen though.

Villette, Charlotte Bronte: Once again. MY Bronte. Maybe it's just cause I read this before Jane Eyre but literally I do not understand why Miss Eyre gets so much more love than my girl Lucy. In broad strokes the story is about an English girl who ends up having to support herself by moving to France and becoming an English teacher at a girls boarding school. She's also plagued by a terrifying apparition of a nun, because this is Charlotte we're talking about and there's a bit of Catholic v Protestant thing going on. I read this during the very early pandemic and let me tell you some of the descriptions of isolation and loneliness are soooooo. yeah.

Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett: Listen. Like, listen. It's that good. I wouldn't put a discworld novel up against fucking chain gang all stars unless it was THAT good. This is a classic 'girl dresses up as a boy and goes to war to find her brother' story. It definitely started as a commentary on folk songs/stories but it is at it's heart a novel long criticism of imperialism, nationalism, and organized religion (there's jokes though it's funny). Also not to be that guy when it comes to LGBTQ book recs but the thing came out in 2002 and it's surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to both gender and sexuality. You do not have to be a fantasy fan or a discworld fan to read this. If you gave Pratchett a try and didn't like it i STILL insist you give MR a shot. It is in a league of it's own.

Wives and Daughters, Elizabeth Gaskell: Do not be scared off by the sheer length of this one. It's fucking silly. This is one of my faaaaaaaave 1800s novels about class. We have juxtaposition between Molly's family (her father is a gentleman but a working doctor) and the landed gentry but also this divide between the uneducated Squire and his Cambridge bound sons and another one with the 'new money' gentry. There's also quite a lot of early science and anthropology documented in this (Gaskell and Darwin were besties) if that's interesting to you. WARNING: SHE DIED BEFORE SHE FINISHED THIS. ITS LIKE 99% DONE THOUGH

This was a hard list to narrow down but I have to include (at least as honorable mentions): Ling Ma's Severance/Bliss Orange, Cixin Liu's Three Body Problem and the SFF POC anthology New Suns

tagging: @weltonreject @bronskibeet @gaymersrights @orchidreign @brechtian + any and all mutuals i know ive forgotten <3

[wfanfic56]

Brother | Lost connection | Ghost x reader

Chapter 5

The ride was silent, neither of them talked. Price and Soap were smoking their cigars, Roach was looking at the picture of his family, L/N was playing with her lighter and Ghost was looking the horizon.

He thought about her words, about his actions, about every SHIT he has done, but none of them were heavy, like shutting off his only family member, only blood related family member. Maybe Y/N was right, he's slowly turning into his father, manifesting his madness on others.

They landed on helipad, and Ghost ran towards barracks. Price wanted to go after him, but L/N and Soap stopped him. "Let him calm himself. He needs his time." she said with her hand on Price's shoulder.

After few hours and after finishing their reports, Price went for a proper sleep, Soap was reading a book, and Roach was with Y/N in the military hospital, listening to the promised stories alongside with other patients.

The most interesting one was the "battle of betrayal" - that's how L/N's former squadron called it. Battle between her and her former wingman CJ, a battle that made her an Ace, that made her scarred and that made her loose her brother in arms. And every detail of it was remembered not just by her and her listeners, but by her brother who was listening behind the tent curtain.

Ghost's mask was soaked with tears, his hands run over his face, covering it from other's views. He wonders if she could ever forgive him for being so selfish. He wanted to talk, he needed to talk, but still he has no strength for it. Why is it so hard for him? Then he hears them singing a song that reminded him of a bond, stronger than anything else in this world:

"(...) We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

4x I've got you brother-er-er-er(...)"

[khaleesiofalicante]

Lyrics that remind me of Lance and Arthur pt2 :)

Shinin' down on me Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

YOU ARE GOING TO GET TIRED OF ME FOR REPEATING THIS AND I DON'T REGRET IT!!!

Wish I could relive every single word /// And when you're in the trenches And you're under fire I will cover you If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me And if you were drowned at sea I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe /// And if we hit on troubled water I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe And we'll be carrying each other Until we say goodbye on our dying day

I actually cried with this song the last time I heard it and my mom thought I was sick bc I had tissues around JHAJDHJAH

But I'm strong Strong enough to carry him He ain't heavy, he's my brother

They mean so much to me you have no idea 😭😭😭😭

OKAY BUT I WAS NOT READY FOR LANCE/AJ FEELS TODAY????????