#'his sons' dad but! like you can fuck your sons dad. that's not weird. unless thats the way youre phrasing it i guess LOL. but i guess

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[alyakthedorklord]

I’m having dramatic thoughts about Damian being born to Fem!Bruce ok I’m having THOUGHTS

(TW for alluding to Damian’s conception being nonconsensual)

Okay so set the stage of our Drama- Fem!Bruce (or just AFAB idc) is out on patrol or something and League Parent (Either Talia as in canon, or Ra’s if we’re feeling the creepy old man tonight) drops Damian off with “Hey, watch our son that you birthed and then I stole and let you think was dead for ten years, there’s some infighting in the league.”

(If we’re using Ra’s as dad then Talia is absolutely trying to kill Damian for the position of heir)

Bryce is, understandably, shocked. Her other children? Even more so. Because what do you mean you had a biological child? How did we not know about this?!

Damian isn’t old enough to be pre-robin unless he was cryogenically frozen. Did Bryce really hide a whole fucking pregnancy from them?

Dick is screaming, Jason shows up because he has to see this shit for himself, Bryce is standing in silence, staring at the results of every single test she can think of to confirm that yes, this is her son, this is her Damian, all the info matches up…

Tim tries to speak up, but Jason just turns on him, asking if he’s ready to be replaced too. Bryce didn’t even have to go looking this time!

Tim looks him dead in the eye and points out the birthdate(and death date) on file for Damian Wayne.

It’s exactly eight days before Jason was taken in.

How did Dick and Jason not know about this?

Because they weren’t there.

In the short period of time when Dick was striking out on his own, and before Bryce picked up Jason, League Baby Daddy of your choosing shows up and takes advantage. A simple greeting, a spiked drink, a blurry night, and a pregnancy test later…

Bruce is, as always, in any universe, is terrible at communication. But honestly she can be excused in this case. How exactly do you tell your wayward son ward that, after chasing him off because he was “being reckless” and “putting himself in danger,” you’ve gone and gotten taken advantage of, trusted someone that you had absolutely ZERO business trusting, and now you’re pregnant with an Al Ghul baby? And you’ve decided to keep it? That this isn’t you replacing him or demanding he return, because you understand his need for space, but also you desperately want him back with you because you’re scared but you can never admit it?

How do you do that in a text? Because Dick is not answering the phone.

You don’t. Thats a conversation you have face to face. So the messages Bryce leaves are all “there are some changes and i’d like to talk to you” “there may be a new member of the family soon” “please answer me chum”

Dick doesn’t answer.

Meanwhile, Gotham crime is being weird because “hey robins gone! Dynamic duo is out!” And Bryce is being careful because of her belly and sometimes she has to take breaks and hormones are bullying her and nothing is going her way right now.

And them she goes into labor too soon.

And something goes wrong (League Baby Daddy happens) and she’s told her baby is dead, and now she’s lost two children.

She recovers, and goes back out onto the streets, taking her rage and pain out on the criminals that got a little too bold with her in a hospital bed…

And then there’s a street rat jacking the tires off the Batmobile.

The fucking audacity. The guts. The challenge in his bright blue eyes, the sneer on his lips, the shaggy black hair. Skin just a bit darker than hers, not quite an Al Ghul’s deep olive but somewhere in the middle.

Is this what her Damian would have looked like? Is this what her son would have grown up to be?

Maybe its the hormones, maybe she’s projecting. She knows its a bad idea, but Bryce takes the kid home. Alfred gives her a knowing and slightly disapproving look, but accepts the new child with open arms, because there’s worse things. Jason fits in easily, and soon enough, Batman has a Robin again, and Bryce is smiling again, and begins to heal from the pain of losing Damian.

But Dick? Dick is PISSED.

Upon seeing news of a new Robin/Wayne, he finally looks though his messages, and comes to the wrong conclusion that Bryce was looking for a kid to replace him this whole time. She might have tried to get his input, but had eventually made a decision like this without him. And so he’s back, and he’s angry, and Bryce gets defensive because Jason is a good kid and she can’t use her dead baby to win an argument, not when the wound is so fresh.

So life continues. Jason dies, comes back, is angry because he listened in on a few arguments and now ALSO thinks Bryce actively hunted him down to be Robin, and now she’s done the same with Tim.

Bryce keeps quiet, because how is she supposed to explain after all these years? Jason is right to be angry. She let her emotions get the better of her and dragged a sweet boy into her life. The loss of all three if her children was her own fault, because she put him into the line of fire. There’s no excuse for that.

So years pass. Tempers settle somewhat, Bryce holds her grief close to her chest because she can’t do that to her children, but… then Damian is back. And it all explodes.

The story comes out in bits and pieces. Tim figures out a timeline based on the rest of the info in the file, and Bryce and Alfred slowly fill it in.

And like- they’re all still angry, and it is justified, because what the fuck, Bryce. But also…

Dick is horrified. He had been so angry, so so angry, reading those messages that he now knows, with this new information, were a cry for help. Bryce had been desperate and scared and wanted nothing more than to just talk to him after their fight, and when he had come back after something like this had happened he had immediately started another fight.

Jason isn’t sure how to feel. He hadn’t been taken in to be a replacement soldier, he had been taken in to be a replacement son. What is he supposed to do with that? Knowing that Bryce had seen him at his worst, and taken him in and shoved down her grief to help him?

Tim is wondering if every time Bryce backed away with an unreadable expression, it hadn’t been keeping herself emotionally distant, it was grief for the sons she had lost.

Steph is realizing that Bruce wasn’t lying, when Steph had to give her own baby up and Bryce had hugged her and said “I understand.”

Damian is sitting in a corner wondering what the ever-loving FUCK is going on. Why is everyone crying this is pathetic. Father take him home he prefers the threat of imminent death.

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Im your Daddy now

Story suggestion by @mergeatrois

I’ve always been fairly close with my Dad. I really appreciated all the effort he put in to provide a safe home for me! My Dad and I have the same interests but are still way different from each other. We’re both huge Football fans and love the San Francisco 49ers. One of the reasons my Dad and I were totally different from each other was im gay, its not like I made it my whole personality and was pushy about it. My Dad was really accepting and understanding but I still felt like he treats me different.

The next day

I was at home waiting for my Dad to come home when I heard a knock on the door. I looked outside and it was my Dad with another Guy? I opened the door and welcomed them both in with a smile confused. “Hey Lucas! this a friend of mine I go to the Gym with his name is Mike!” Dad said. “Hey dude nice to meet you!” Mike then winked at me with a grin on his face. “Hello!” I said confused. “We’ll both be in my room then we’ll head to the Gym, theres food in the fridge.” My Dad said. “Make sure not to come in unless you wanna see something.” Mike whispered to me. I was so confused but couldn’t help but find Mike really hot. I decided to take a peek inside my Fathers room when I saw Mike and my Dad Making out and having Sex! I couldn’t believe it why would they do it with me in the house?

It was so weird totally hot. My dick starting getting hard and I couldn’t help myself but jerk off while watching Mike dominate my Dad. Oh how I wish I could be my Dad. I starting touching my dick grabbing it and jerking off, I imagined Mike fucking my asshole which made me reach my climax. Once I shot my hot steamy load I accidentally let out a moan which caused Mike to see me through the little open door and thats when he starting thrusting even more causing my Dad to moan like hell.

They finally stopped and I went to my room like nothing happened. My Dad came into my room and said he was going to the Gym with Mike, He then kissed me on my forehead. Before they left Mike said he forgot something and came up stairs into my room. “Hey Luke.. did you enjoy seeing your dad get fucked by a big alpha dominant man like me?” He said. “Why do you want me seeing that?” I said confused. “Here.” Mike said and gave me a bottle of cologne. “See you soon.” Mike said then left. I was confused as why he would give me a Cologne bottle.

Night Time

My dad finally came home from the Gym if he even went to the Gym. “Hey bud how did you like Mike?” My father said. “He was fine I guess.” I said. “Well, I have something important to tell you.” “What is it?” I said. “Mike and I are engaged, and we are getting married in two weeks.” My Father said. “Woah dad you did an amazing job at pretending to be straight!” I said. “Im sorry if you felt like I treated you different because you were gay son.” My Father said sincerely. “Its fine dad im glad you can tell me.” “Well goodnight bud” My Father kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. My Father has never showed me that much affection and I got a little turned on. Oh how I wish I could live as my Dad, being a daddy, old, and sexy. I tried and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t. I grabbed the cologne Mike gifted me and looked at the back, Wish Cologne: Spray this cologne and wish away! I sprayed the Cologne with hope that I could become my Dad. I waited and waited for something to happen but nothing happened. I went to sleep hoping I would wake up as my Dad.

In the Morning,

As I woke up I felt somebody at my side.

“Hey gorgeous, ready to take my morning wood Lucas?” Lucas? How does he know its me? “Oh i’ve been wanting you this whole time, now obey me and licky my armpits boy.” Luke said. Lukes balls kept hitting my ass like a battling ram while his long thick dick kept inserting my hole filled with his hot steamy sperm. My Son interrupted our personal time, “What are you looking at Richard? Come over here and let your Dad fill your ass with cum.” Luke said. I inserted my Huge manly dick into my son while he moans. “Like that lil boy? Im your daddy now.”

Im really sorry for not posting in a while! I’ll be sure to make more stories and be active! Comment Story suggestions! ❤️

[moldingtundra]

Explanation for my unpleasant gradient and infected dynamic headcanon!

Ok let’s get one thing out of the way:

I headcannon that unpleasant gradient is infected/kaspers ADOPTIVE father

if that makes you uncomfortable, no worries! Simply ignore it or ask me to tag just in case.

now for the people actually interested in why I headcannon as such, I’ll explain in this blog! So strap in for my ramblings lol.

WHY? AND HOW?

ok let’s get the obvious out of the way:

Unpleasant always appears from infecteds apartment. And ONLY infecteds apartment. Nothing else.

which is obviously weird. I know that other npc’s only spawn from one place (i.e infected from his own apartment or pest from the subway) but this almost always correlates with their lore in some way. If unpleasant had spawned somewhere else then it wouldn’t be such a big deal but this MAJOR evidence for my headcannon.

of course he could just be a really annoying roommate but I’ll explain this in my next point-

-which is THIS:

Litteraly who the fuck follows their “roommate” around once they get an injury, you wouldn’t do that type of stuff unless….

It’s your child.

yeah that’s right, I believe that unpleasant is actually just a worried dad. Which explains why it always follows infected around and why it has such close correlation.

on top of that there’s infecteds skateboard, who the hell gets a skateboard directly based off of their supposed roommate? Unless of course. Infected actually looked up to unpleasant and based his skateboard off of it.

“BuT kEvIn WhAt aBoUt ThIs!?!?1!1?”

I honestly have no idea what to say of this. I’ll be honest lmao. But I’m guessing it’s probably the fact that it’s just teenage angst and/or him hating on unpleasant because he’s technically not his “real” dad.

“bUt ErM kEvIn wHy WoUlD hE eAt HiS CaT tHeN ☝🏼🤓”

Because erm actually anon there’s 0 fucking evidence he ate the fuckass cat there’s only speculation and coincidences who the hell knows maybe it’s KASPER himself (I actually headcannon that but it’s a topic for another time)

ok now that I’ve THOSE out of the way it’s time for general headcannons!! ^_^

General headcannons + ramblings!

number one! Since unpleasant is pretty much fixated on ‘cringe’ things (skibidi toilet and unfunny 2020’s jokes) it could play a factor on why infected dosent like having him around, he’s chill. But he’s basically the embodiment of embarrassment. Whether that’d be through his habits (nose-picking, messy eating, etc.) or his humor (as stated before) he’s pretty much the dad that embarrasses you wherever you go.

on top of that, the difference and the opposite nature of both infected and unpleasant makes it quite hard for anyone to really think they’re even partially related. Which is why infected takes advantage of the fact that he can say he’s a “creep” / stalker and anyone can believe him.

However despite their difference in nature. Unpleasant and infected are actually not all that awfully different. They’re both mentally stuck in a period of time (2010 with infected, 2020’s with unpleasant) and they’re both ‘cringe’ in their own respective ways. So despite their opposing beliefs and humor, they’re actually not all that different.

this and unpleasant would be the type of ‘protective and nosey’ dad. Constantly trying to see what is up with his adoptive son while also trying to protect him ever since he got the infection. To which infected retaliates and pushes it further, thinking he deserves to live his life the way he sees fit. Even if it means getting in trouble sometimes. Which is probably why no one is comfortable with unpleasant, it only suspects everybody.

Anddd that’s all! I think- But man that was a woozy to write- I hope you all like it! Who knows if this does well I might write more of my headcannons! For now though I’m gonna log off for the evening- Bye bye!

[buterccup]

Hi there!

So I just read your rules and I hope I'm not disrespecting any

So Price x son! Reader (platonic of course) where price invites 141 to his house and find out he has a son. I just have this stuck in my mind where the son (adopted or biological, I don't care) walks into the house and there are these Buff military men and he's just like "dad there are weird man in our house" or the son just opening the door making eye contact with everyone and just slamming the door shut after about a minute.

Sorry that this is so long, I hope you can work with this somehowe

Have the greatest day :D

I absolutely love your idea anon! I find it really wholesome. And I don't mind if it's long, the longer the better in my opinion. I hope this is what you wanted, thank you for your request, and have the greatest day too mate^-^

Papa Price is real

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, fatherly love, light swearing, gen z stuff<33, he/him pronouns (the reader is around 15-17), mistakes, a little rushed/short

Character(s): Price x son! Reader (platonic)

Ever since you woke up you had a huge smile on your face, I mean who wouldn't feel that way when they found out that their dad was coming home last night. You almost couldn't sleep from the news alone.

You even made sure to wear the hat that he gave you when he last visited. It was an otter bucket hat.

You have only seen your father a few times but that didn't change how you saw your father. John Price. You're actually very proud of your father, he is so brave and the fact he puts his life out there so other people can live theirs is just so cool to you.

It almost felt like it had been an eternity since you sat down on the couch waiting for your dad to come home, glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. But the time that you went to check the time again it'd only been 3 hours, making you groan loudly.

"Hun? what's wrong?" your mother would call out to you from the kitchen, knowing why you acted like this she missed him too but nevertheless she still asked. a soft smile grew on her face as she look towards your direction.

"I feel like I've aged 50 years!!" you would shout into a pillow, having nothing to do but sit there and go on your phone from time to time, leaving your mother to laugh to herself and shake her head.

It had almost been 5 hours and you felt like you were going to pass away until you heard a knock on the door.

He's here

Your mother didn't have time to move before she saw a flash of you sprint towards the door, a wide grin spread across you face as you opened the door.

"Father dearest-"

"..."

SLAM

Last time you remembered your father didn't have a mohawk and a baby face or a skull balaclava- which you must admit was fucking cool. wait. Were you getting robbed? No, if you were they wouldn't knock...unless they are just really shitty at their job.

But even with the proof they weren't robbing your family, you had frantically grabbed a pillow and opened the door again, ready to throw said pillow at the first person you see. Leaving your poor mother to process what you were doing.

"You have a son!?-"

Headshot!

"HA L"

"[Name]-" That's when you froze and looked at where the voice came from, it was your dad! So you weren't getting robbed.

"Dad there are weird buff men in front of our door."

"Alright..."

Things could have gone worse but they didn't! After papa Price explained who they were and why they were here you 'apologised' to the mohawk man who was called soap, which was weird but you don't judge before your mother welcomed the boys in.

You were just talking to the group of buff boys, calling Soap bestie whenever you had the chance while your father helped your mother make dinner. The boys trying their best to understand the things you were talking about, Gaz being the only person understanding half of what you were saying since he was the youngest out of the task force.

"My mother's cooking is bussin'"

"Excuse me???"

Requests: Open

A/N: I really hope you liked this because I don't know if I did that well with this :')

[foxglovepng]

Random Head cannons 2 🌼🥀

Characters: Savanaclaw + Octavinelle

CW: Mentions of first years, Leona accidentally commits arson, Ruggie is a klepto, platonic bromances with first years, little bit of violence in ruggie's, mentions of ED and body hcs in Azuls, mentions of slight nudity in Floyd's.

A/N: These two dorms are relatively small so I combined both into one post. Scarabia and Pomefiore will be condensed into one post as well.

Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated <3 hope you enjoy!

Leona

MY MAN <3 me and Leona are married Crewel officiated our marriage. (I literally don't know what headcannons to give this man HELP)

I like to think because he is a prince all the staff did everything for him so him changing to NRC and not having any retainers I can imagine he tried cooking once and almost set the dorm on fire.

He had to adjust to doing normal things himself since they were always done for him so I can imagine he STRUGGLED when Ruggie wasn't there (Unless he paid someone to do laundry for him before Ruggie than idk)

Off topic but I saw this one post and it was like "It's okay to commit murder but never okay to hit your wife." yeah that's Leona.

He'd hype his wife up in a fight and when asked he'd be like "I was taking a nap"

(How do you fall asleep in 3 seconds sir teach me your ways it takes me hours to fall asleep)

He can also get high on catnip btw

Ruggie

My favorite klepto freeloader

I can imagine first year Ruggie stealing from a particularly rich person and he goofed up badly Leona stepped in and beat them up and was like Bruh how do you fuck that up I am not helping you the next time you fail.

So *sips tea* even Ruggie has said himself his jaw is strong enough to where he can bite through bone and he can eat the bones too. Ruggie is a little terrifying because is Jaw is insanely strong (Stronger than jack and Leona's combined) so Ruggie could bite someone out of defense to break their arm and his jaw would survive. I think he figured this out once because he had to defend himself either because he got into a fight or someone attacked him and he bite them breaking their bone nearly ripping their arm off.

Between Floyd and Ruggie I'd rather not get bit by either :skull:

Jack

I can imagine first years as a bonding activity go to the gym together from an admiration point Jacks body build is really nice he's a buff guy and he's proud of it so I can imagine he gives tips to the others especially Epel and Deuce.

I also can imagine Ace trying to do a push up or a rep competition (He's not winning). Jack and Sebek end up winning.

Weird head cannon but I can imagine locker room talk between the first years is them admiring Jacks body build in a platonic bro way if anyone else does it Ace is running his mouth on them :skull: "Damn jack you seem to be getter buffer every day" Jack shows no emotion on his face but he's secretly happy to be receiving the compliments

Azul

I like to think he still has a bit of a tummy. It is implied that he has have an ED due to being bullied and an ED is something really sad to think about as much as I don't want to admit it I believe he may have one :(

His parents are divorced and I think he considers his step dad his "real dad". Now I don't know if he gets visitation, but basically in his mind he already replaced his deadbeat dad (I named him Liam because of a tik tok)

Ursula Canonically has a younger sister named Morgana so with this logic I want to say Azul as a half-brother who is an Affair baby. (I say half because biologically if you share a same mother you are technically full, but because Liam is his bio dad and he had another son it's half) and because of Morgana's character I think Azul wants to get to know his brother however I think his brother despises him and refuses too. New oc coming up.

Jade

Moray Eels have shitty vision so Jade wears glasses at night but contacts in the day. Floyd has glasses but chooses not to wear them Jade most likely tries to convince him to wear contacts 50% of the time he doesn't.

My favorite head cannon about Pookie Jade is he grows poisonous flowers and Poisonous flowers are one of my favorite interests. He likes to grow Oleander, Belladonna (Deadly Nightshade), and Azaelea. I feel like if he had a better greenhouse he can grow poisonous shrooms as well. (NOW I'm not saying he kills people, but Mafia theory people)

Floyd

Whenever Octo trio go swimming in a public place or at a beach, lake, etc. Floyd accidentally flashes people and almosst got charged with Public indecency many times so he's been banned from swimming in public.

Shrimps and Moray's have symbiotic relationship so I can imagine if he takes a liking to someone and names them his Shrimpy I bet he'd get real happy if they groomed him via brushing his hair, cleaning him up, etc. He'd give them food and would be their protecter by default in short he'd be down bad.

I wouldn't be surprised if he has ended up in Juvie before and probably has but got bailed out.

[didishawn]

Part 4 of the mbappe fic where jude, Kobe and kylian meet irl + the mom too cuz why not. Sorry for asking too much but this is too good 😫🤚❤️

Face to face (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: so much teasing, your brothers being little shits

Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

If it were for you, this wouldn't be happening right now, but after your mother threatened to go to Paris herself to meet your boyfriend, you couldn't delay this anymore, so that takes you here, standing in front of your family's front door, hand in hand with the Kylian Mbappe.

Unfortunately, it's Jude who opens the door, eyebrow raised and pretended disgust as he looks you both up and down.

"Jobe! They are here!"

That call definitely did not sound good, your boyfriend giving you a confused look as you tense up.

You were right to be suspicious, as your little brother decides for some reason to come out to greet you both wearing a pair of boxing gloves, struggling to hug you then lightly hitting Kylian.

"Hello, Kyky" he greets "Prepared to fight?"

"This has to be a joke..." you sigh, unbelieving of your brother's antics, glaring at Jude snickering in the background.

Kylian, Kyky, smirks "I mean, I forgot my gloves, but we can do this the traditional way, unless you are too afraid to face me without the fancy gear"

You give him a wide eyed look "You have to be kidding me-Mum! Your sons are being weird again!"

The two brats glare at you "Snitch" they say.

You mum comes out of the house, your father close behind, both pushing through your gigantic brothers to tightly embrace you, your mother leaning to whisper into your ear.

"You and I still have a long conversation pending" wide smile that gives you the creeps when she talks, Jude and Jobe sticking out their tongues at you.

She separates from you, your father still taking you into his arms, you watch as your mum observes your boyfriend for a minute, before truly smiling and also hugging him -the look of betrayal in your brothers' faces hilarious.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Kylian, you don't know how much I longed to finally meet the man who has my little y/n so head over heels.

"It's so nice to finally meet you too, Mrs Bellingham, I can definitely see who my dear y/n got that amazing smile from"

She laughs, Jude groans, it's your father's turn to greet your boyfriend, you can sense the evil and self-satisfied vibes coming from your brothers.

Your father has always been hard on your boyfriends, they know he will be on their side.

The older man looks the footballer up and down, blank look on his face.

He then smiles, kind greeting as his sons call him a traitor.

But what can your dad say? He is a true lover of good footballers, and Kylian looks nice enough.

Your mother calls you both to enter, hitting Jude and Jobe on the back of their heads as they try to put up mean faces.

Dinner is already set, and you have to fight off Jude as he tries to sit in between Kyky and you -little shit, he glares at your for the mumbled insult.

Jobe struggles to eat with the boxing gloves -he states Kylian is looking for the chance to catch him off guard and start their fight.

For some reason, Jude feels the need to tell Kylian all about the Erling Haaland being into you.

"Be careful, Kyky, or Erling might steal my sister from you"

Kylian laughs "He can try, but something tells me your sister has a clear preference in between us both"

"I honestly am curious to know if this little quarrels of yours will keep on going if you both do end up playing on the same team"

"Yeah, I will be like: Kyky, pass me the ball! Erling used to do it faster, you fucking idiot!"

"Jude!"

"Sorry, Mum"

Kylian pays no mind to Jude's words -he knows the Borussia Dortmund's player to be a little shit as you have told him so multiple times.

"When is our fight starting?" Jobe asks, everyone else having almost finished eating as he keeps on struggling.

"You know I am not going to fight you, right?"

"Ha! Coward!"

You turn to whisper to your mother "And you wonder why I waited so much for this to happen"

Dinner is over, and you all lazy around the living room, honestly, more of a "interrogating Kyky session" -you throw cushions at your brothers for their stupid questions.

Your boyfriend suddenly perks up "Oh, right, Jobe, I have something for you"

The youngest instantly stands up, getting away, raising his arms in a defensive way "Please, don't punch me!"

"Who is the coward now..." you whisper, he glares at you.

"Don't worry, Jobe, we won't fight until you give the sign, this is something else" he reaches down to his bag, searching through his packed up clothes before finally taking it out "Here you go"

Jobe hesitantly takes the package, eyes widening up as he sees it's contents "No way..."

"There you go, my shirt, given to you by me as you wished"

"You know where that would look amazing?" you ask "In your room, right in front of your study table, it will for sure upgrade your bedroom"

"But that is where he hung up my shirt!" Jude protests.

"Exactly, so much better"

He turns to you mum "Are you going to let her talk like that to me?"

"I mean, it's a pretty good gift, Jude"

"Mum!"

Your father looks almost shy as he opens his mouth, but before he can even talk, Kyky hands him too a package, smiling reassuringly as your father smiles happily.

"Seriously? You are all a bunch of traitors"

"I suppose you don't want yours"

"... I know realise why you are with my sister, you are both asshats"

Still, he happily takes his gift, your mother does too.

It gets late, everyone bidding goodbye as you all retire to your rooms, you taking Kyky's hands, taking him up to your room.

He admires where you grow up, looking around even if you are tangled up, cuddling, talking nonsense.

The door suddenly opens, you sit up, annoyed when you see both your brothers walking in without any notice, sleeping bags in hand.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"A sleepover, of course" Jobr says as if it was obvious.

"Mum and Dad don't want grandkids yet, and besides, you want us and Kyky to get to know each other better, don't you?"

Your parents sure are confused to see the empty sleeping bags the next morning, Jude and Jobe having annoyingly thrown themselves to sleep in top of you and Kylian.

It surely will be a long week.

[toomuchracket]

i have a feeling that d word girly named matty 2.0 peanut 🥹

:(( this news is so endearing to me. and yeah! maybe the two of you are just larking about in the arena before a show, watching them build the b-stage, and when they wheel the props box with 2.0 in it out matty's like "ah, there he is, my boy". and you're like "lol you sound exactly like your dad when he talks about you", and matty laughs and says "yeah, my son's in that box there" - you take the piss a little bit and say "you should name him. not after yourself, though, let him have his own identity", and matty's like "i mean he is literally me. but yeah". and he thinks for a minute and says "nah, my head's blank. do you have any suggestions, sweetheart?, and you shake your head like "nope, you're not hijacking my potential baby names list for this", and matty's eyes widen like "your WHAT?!"; you're like "what? a lot of girls have them. it's called being prepared", and matty's like "weird. but whatever. and you won't let me see it?", and you're like "not unless we needed to actually consider it, no". matty smirks, and you open your mouth to be like "no, not now", but before you can speak matty's face softens and he says "i know, i know, we're too busy for that right now, and we need to settle down a bit more before we consider it. but i'm looking forward to all of that with you". he kisses your head as you snuggle into him and say "me too", and it's quietly tender for a second - the moment is ruined by the sight of the crew taking 2.0 out of his box in a most undignified way, and the two of you just snort and giggle to each other as you watch it - literally - unfold. you're like "any names coming to you now?", and matty shakes his head like "still nothing. maybe he needs to develop a bit more before i can christen him"; you're like "maybe you should just do that thing expectant parents do with their devloping babies and name him after a foodstuff for the the time being lmao", and matty's like "you know that's why the macdonalds call eilidh 'bean'? ross started it before she was born and it just stuck". you smile like "i thought that might've been the case. bean is one of the cute ones, i think. and peanut. but i think sprout is weird lol", and matty turns to you like "peanut IS cute. yeah, let's do that", and you laugh like "alright. peanut it is. let's label the box so it's official". matty rolls his eyes like "you and that fucking label maker. you're a fiend", but kisses you quickly and says "alright. let's go and christen peanut officially, then". cute!

p.s. i also think you would put a little blanket over him in the box too lmao. matty pretends he finds it daft but actually he thinks you're adorable <3

[tipsygnostalgy]

On Grandpa/Jake Harley

you know shits about to be long as fuck when i add the keep reading line like four lines in lol

anyway anon all this is 4 u!! feel free to talk ab this by just tagging instead of rb i dont want 2k words to be posted over n over again

Grandpa Harley being some kind of pseudo-omnipotent deity figure who somehow figures out/guesses (my money's on guesses) extremely intricate details about the game and does everything he can to make things go right is something that we don't talk about enough. It's one of the only plans in Homestuck made that are orchestrated entirely by one person then ends up going right. It's that pattern of hoping that the cards fall into place in the right way (unless we're taking the Grandpa is practically God perspective, which is interesting in its own right)—but notably, he makes a lot of preparations beforehand. He's so... active. It fascinates me. I'll have to talk about this on the Jake English as Jesus Christ trope post (it's coming, I swear, brainrot's a bitch) but the sheer amount of things he does is astounding. But, lo and behold, he wasn't always like this. Cue: the Skaianet Systems Incorporated texts.

Quick note about all that. A very large portion of the things Hussie wrote for SSI is 1) dubiously canon, and 2) a bunch of anti-semitic bullshit that he probably never should have fucking released to the public, at least not like that. Like, holy shit, keep that and your weird comments about sexual slavery in your Notes app dude, we don't need to hear it. For this reason I suggest reading the actual material with extreme caution. Cool? Cool. On with it. Here's a lil' review of Jake Harley before the session.

Funny enough, Jake had always been kind of pathetic in the Beta session as well.

So Skaianet was actually established by HIC as a front for laundering technology from Alternia and Sburbian ruins. The key of SN was not to actually develop tech, but make it look like it so that people will believe you when your company just re-defined gravity for the hundredth time. Jake has to play the "famous genius shtick," but he doesn't do so well. When he fully inherits SN at 21 he runs it hands-on, and "believes" his success is due to hard work and diligence. He also "believes SN is now a considerably more distinct entity from Crocker Corp, and his leadership of the company is a result of his hard work and competence. Neither is true." He's manipulated by his at-the-time boyfriend (Charlie Chaplin, somehow) into letting a rebel force into the Crocker manor, though the effort is ultimately thwarted by HIC.

He also has a disastrous love life. His relationship at sixteen with Chaplin consists of Chaplin finding him "obnoxious and thoughtless" though he "can't seem to quit him," and Jake ultimately "[toys] with his heart, and [abandons] him." This later (much later, think decades) manifests into something way worse when Chaplin appears in an outing Jake has with one of his families (he's had many, though not at once) and tries to kill Jake for not just his involvement with SN/HIC, but for breaking his heart as well. Notably, in this scene, upon having a gun aimed at him Jake reflexively hides behind his wife, who ends up being shot in his stead. He's out-strifed so badly that he'd have died in the jungle (oh yeah he takes his wife and 5yo son to a jungle btw) if Chaplin didn't have a divine intervention moment afterwards.

At 32 he also abandons his post at SN for fucking around Europe. "[H]e's out exploring and adventuring, completely oblivious to whatever's going on in Europe. He hops from site to site, looking for Sburbian ruins to plunder." One, the "whatever's going on" is WW2, again, somehow. Two, he has a daughter there that he "takes custody of, apprentices as an adventurer, and takes all over the place on his adventures." When he takes her to Hawaii she ditches him because she's sick of her "douchebag dad." And there's that Jude family too, obviously.

Oh, and all the Beta guardians are also meteor babies. It's how Jake ends up finding Dirk and Roxy to begin with—he sets them up with trust funds in Texas and New York so that they can be of use to SN later, though whether he knew their importance in the larger context of SBURB is unclear.

All caught up? Great.

The exact details of how every event goes down aren't as important as the lessons you can draw from it, namely: Jake Harley is an absolute fucking mess of a human being. He continuously creates families—notice how he keeps having children with his wive—then is bereaved of them. A few times he abandons them, a few times they abandon him, and sometimes they get killed by your ex-boyfriend. It's a neat little insight into just how neck-deep these commitment issues lie, but it's also fun to consider that he seeks it so desperately. This man has on record has had:

one wife be shot dead in front of him

a son who was technically kidnapped from him by the man who almost beat him to death (his ex-boyfriend)

a daughter ditch him in the middle of hawaii for being a shitty dad

a daughter (joey claire) be teleported by portal to alternia, who hated jake so much she took her dead mom's last name

said dead mom/wife whom upon her death leaves her children "Semi Orphans" because he just straight up ditches his kids to go work on hellmurder island

probably more

And he still considers himself a grandfather to Jade. TBF, I guess the easier way of explaining it is that it's simply the natural explanation—they are sort of related after all. But considering that he once sired an illegitimate daughter and not only took her into custody but tried to raise her as his liege, I still find it the fact that he tries over and over again to the point of rending the family meaningless interesting. I think it's viable that Jake wanted a family—not one where he and Jane were raised by HIC and poorly—but a real one. His attempt to raise that first daughter to mirror his habits reflects the way HIC raised Beta Jane to mirror her. Yet after relationship after relationship goes horribly wrong, this desire fades into a kind of apathetic unsureness to the point where this is what he says about his last "full" family, the Harley-Claires:

He's been making good headway on his quest for the mysterious island in the pacific. Once everything is taken care of here, he'll leave this family behind and set up shop on that island permanently. That's when the real work begins. The discoveries on that island will finally unite him with the destiny he's been in search of his whole life.

Two things of note. One, his first recorded instance of permanently setting up jackshit anywhere is at first with SkaiaNet then at Hellmurder island. Both locations share that theme of "destiny" in common—notice how he considers SN divorced from Crockercorp because of his efforts and tries to make the place overall less HIC-controlled, but ultimately fails. And sure, he later achieves this kind of destiny by having his Sburb plan go "right" but before this not a single "plan" he established went correctly. Jake in either timeline isn't a guy who regularly makes plans for multiple efforts—they zero in on one goal that appears as part of their calling and makes it happen, damn it. To him, that's a success. Whether he "actually does" is up for interpretation.

See, HIC actually wanted the Beta kids to play the game. She'd been using the Beta session as a "testing" timeline, knowing which events and people to avoid and keep in mind so that she can play everything out exactly the way she wants it to. Part of the reason why Crockertier Jane was so firmly for marrying Jake and having children was because that had been HIC's idea of what Beta Jake's purpose was once he landed on a Meteor (after B!Jane). So he saw the "big picture" in a bigger way than quite literally anyone else, but it still isn't enough, at least not in the way he thought it might be at first.

Prior to his discoveries on the island, Jake has no idea this will result in some kids using the software he's unearthing, which will destroy all life on Earth. Nor does he have any idea that those kids will be using this same software to reboot the universe with different starting conditions, thus ending this "trial run" timeline for HIC, and giving her a fresh start. Exactly as she planned.

This implies there is some moment that Grandpa Harley realized that everything he was doing would end up playing into the HIC's hands anyway. This also implies that he carried out those actions regardless, Hoping that Jade would someday win the game in the process. Are you seeing the parallel for my interpretation of Ult. Jake yet? Fuck.

What was the moment he realized? Did he power through anyway, hoping there was a bright light for Jade at the end of this all?

He's also a hoarder. He keeps items and objects instead of people. He hangs onto the past to the point where he's seemingly unable to let go of it—trophies, guns, artifacts—but throughout the entire Harley Manor there is not a single picture of his families. And that's where his dolls come in—dolls are just human enough but not too human, you can control them however you'd like yet delude yourself they are company. I'm not saying all doll-enjoyers are this way, but the specifics in which Grandpa (and Bro to an extent, for that matter) interacts with his dolls makes me believe he's turning them into pseudo-human entities because at the end of the day he again craves company. But, unlike Jake, Grandpa Harley's had a lifetime of experience reinforcing over and over again that this will never happen with a real person. And fuck, don't even get me started on the taxidermy—it's the very act of taking something, bereaving it of life and subjectivity, then keeping it for yourself. You can see how this has even affected Jade in the sense that she thinks about her taxidermied dead Grandpa (who she taxidermied himself, by the way) like a living, breathing person. And Jadebot? A robotic, perfect replica of his granddaughter, designed to monitor her at all times instead of him? And the parallels that has to Brobot. Ughghgh.

Also, quick digression. You know how Beta Dad & Mom were on the Battlefield? And how Grandpa landed just to recover Jade's dead dream body, then left Dad and Mom behind. Sorry, I'm just not normal about that at all. How did we collectively miss the sheer tragedy of that situation, God, I wonder what Roxy was thinking. Digression over.

All in all, what these files tell me is that the way Jake was written was no way accidental. Yeah he got fucked over in the Alpha session, yeah he's tragic, but he's tragic for a reason that I ultimately appreciate even as I clutch my heart and dramatically fall over from pain. He knows just enough about the meta-reality to cause feelings of absurdity but powers through it; he's supposed to be put in seemingly insurmountable situations and emerge, through one way or the other, victorious. He's supposed to have the strangest relationship known to man regarding other people and, as a result, try to find compromise between the two halves of "complete fuck-all isolation" and "the company of any developed adult human ever." He's goal-oriented only when it presents a clear-cut destiny to him, when he can see the significance of it, and otherwise floats around doing fuck-all in this world. This goal is, most of the time, people: Dirk for LE Jake, and Jade for Harley. It's also fun insight into where Jake could potentially end up going—as this post by Cooper already pointed out, Ult. Dirk's actions mirror Bro's need to micromanage and control everything in his life to the point where he, much alike Bro, secludes himself in an apartment while running his inner machinations unknown to most others. I wouldn't be surprised if Jake ends up in a similar way to Grandpa, giving his all to a dreary situation and maintaining Hope through it with the desire that it'll eventually succeed.

It would also be fun if his Hopes only came true after his death.

Alright, analysis over, everyone clock out. Good work, people. [Vaguely gestures to the reader.]

[millylotus]

Another Void & Gold Post!

I'm going to cure Elaine & Doug of this weird Joker bullshit if it kills me & I'm making it a whole thing about why they're so difficult to cure

---

Duke has been trying for years to both find & cure his parents, but for some reason nothing can fix them. All the other victims have made some recovery but they just wont.

His mom is doing the worst, she barely responds to outside stimuli, the only noise she makes are giggles & laughs. He can't even look her in the eyes anymore, they've gone so dull, lost that luster that Duke remembers her for.

His dad is a bit better, he reacts to more aggressive stimuli, always asking for help for his wife, begging for someone to look for his son. Asking for his sister & her family, sometimes even his long dead parents. His desperation & pain make it so hard for Duke to sit there & listen to him speak.

Duke just wants his parents back, but nothing seems to be working. He was almost going to resign himself to this being all they could be when some new information came up.

Bruce had been looking into the "why" & he stumbled upon it. There was something inherently different about Elaine's very being, she was human yes but a different kind then what would be normal on this Earth. Doug by close association with her had taken on a few of those traits.

So the theory of Elaine not being from this dimension was brought up as very feasible. There where of course some difficulties across the board.

Duke getting desperate to find some kind of information about his mother before she came to Gotham. And the only person who could have possibly known her is Gnomon, her ex [husband?] & Duke's bio dad.

So Duke's sitting in the visitation room of a meta-human prison staring down Gnomon, who looks like he doesn't give much of fuck.

---

G: So you've finally come to visit, finally come to ask about me? D: Yeah no, I just wanted to ask about mom, not exactly here for your sob story. G *sighs*: Yes of course, Elaine must have kept some things from you. Especially considering how ill equipt you where when fighting me. Did she not want to talk about her past with you, even now that you know about me? D: More like she couldn't. G *eyebrow raise* D *deep breath*: Mom & Dad have been thoroughly Jokerized for a couple years now. Everyone else has made a proper recovery but they haven't. The doctors have come to the conclusion that something is fundamentally different about mom. We think it's dimensional. And you're the only person who knew her before she showed up in Gotham, so you'd know the best. *tense silence* G *mumbling*: Well you're not wrong. G: Elaine & I aren't, under a technicality, from this world. D: So you can guess what's wrong with them? G: Not with any accuracy, not unless & I see it up close. D *groan*: You aren't even set up for parole yet, & I'm not letting you out. G: Child it was never about anyone letting me out. It was always about when you & Elaine would muster up the courage to come talk to me. I can leave whenever I want. And if what you say is true, then you're Mother & Douglas are on a bit of time crunch at the moment. *D glares at G, who is smirking* D: I don't like this. G: I'm not about to hurt you Duke, I've done all I wanted on the getting your attention front. D: How do I know you're not lying G *serious*: Elaine was my first friend & love, you are my son, and you both deeply care for Douglas. Any harm I may cause to either of you three or anyone else you care for, for that matter, would only grant me your ire. And I do not want that. D *sighs*: I'll see what I can do.

---

So science, not my strong suit, but a small passion of mine. Still not going to go in amazingly thought out depth of it

Gnomon is able to pinpoint the reason Elaine & Doug are taking so long is because the Joker venom used on them had traces of Nth metal

An off shoot of Elaine & Gnomon's previous home dimension of The Sphere/The Collective, so their immune systems where having a hard time differentiating between the invading Nth metal & Elaine's own energy

As is it has been a long while since Elaine had rejuvenated any of her powers

The simple fix was to reintroduce Elaine's energy still within The Collective

A whole adventure to The Sphere happens as a sort of Father-Son bonding trip for Gnomon & Duke. Something that I'll probably have fun hashing out later in another post. But in the end they get back, synthesis the cure & get it to Elaine & Doug!

Elaine snaps out of it first, quickly followed by Doug, a tearful reunion between child & parents ensues

Jay's there by his family, also getting hugs & tears

Bruce explains some of what's been going on

Gnomon's off in hall being a bit awkward

And that's how Elaine & Doug are healed! Hip-hip hooray :D!

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 26. Cas punches John Winchester.

Trigger Warnings: homophobic father, bad parenting, homophobic language, mentions of a lot of dead friends/family, slight mentions of alchohol, daddy issues, mentions of suicide but in a not-depressed way, not sure how to put this one but there's like phobic talk about suicidees, derogatory mentions of sex, mentions of past toxic masculinity, mild violence in the form of a single punch, severe homophobia

Guardian Angel

Dean walked into the bar, overwhelmed by... everything.

It was Harvelle's, like before it burned down, and there were so many people there... Ash, Jo and Ellen for one, but also Kevin, Kevin's mom, Charlie, Mary, Bobby, Jody, Claire, Bela, Missouri, Jimmy... somehow he could even spot Benny and Meg. It was overwhelming; all these people he'd mourned, all these people he'd missed, all these people he'd blamed himself for... at least he had Sam and Cas next to him, as always. He missed Jack.

He smiled. He talked to people, he laughed, he cried a little. It was weird seeing who'd become friends with who without them there; Jody and Ellen were best friends, unsuprisingly. Charlie and Bela? A little more suprising. He greeted Benny like an old war friend, Bobby like a father, Jo like a girl he never got time with. All the while, Sam was next to him, greeting the same people, and Cas was next to him, silent unless provoked. Eventually, they made their way to the end of the bar, and Dean's breath halted. His dad was sitting there, staring at his whiskey.

"Hi." He says, unsure. Sam's still talking to Jody. Cas is still hovering. "Sit down.", says John, and Dean's not sure if it's an invitation or an order, so he does so silently. He knows he should talk; knows he can talk. He's not his dad's soldier anymore. He's been working on this.

.... but he's here and he's with Cas and his dad would kill him and he's so goddamn nervous because even after all the work of accepting himself now that his dad was dead, his dad is right here and if he dissaproves like Dean knows he will Dean will just die.

"So." John says eventually. "So." Dean agrees. "Go out with a fight?" His dad asks. "Nope. Our work was done down there, we've got things set up for the next generation of hunters. We just figured, why wait around? Everyone we missed are up here." His dad physically recoiles. "You killed yourself!? My son? BOTH my sons!? Suicide is for pussies, Dean, how many times have I told you!" Dean closes his eyes and grits his teeth. He's about to answer when Cas does it for him.

"Dean did not just 'kill himself'. They both thought about it for a long time, had plentifull discussions and okay'd it with everyone around. It was an important, unrushed decision that was well thought about, and everything was in order before we left. Do you believe I would have let Dean do such a thing if it wasn't a perfectly respecatable thing to do?" "Ah. So you're the guardian angel... you did a pretty piss-poor job, y'know-" "Dad. Don't talk to Cas like that." "Cas? Cas? His name, Dean, is Castiel. Oh, right you- you bang him or something? He bangs you? This- this destiel? It's all everyone talks about here, y'know, how my son is a fag for an angel. Is that true, Dean? You bend over for this guy?" Dean grits his teeth. "Yeah, Dad. I do. Cause I love him, and if you're too much of a homophobic prick to see that, then go screw yourself. Actually- leave. Just leave."

John crowds Dean. Dean tries not to feel small- it works. Kinda. "You pickin' him-" John hisses, venom in his voice, "- over me? Your father?" "You. Were. Never. My. Father. You were my drill sargeant. Bobby, was my father. Now fucking leave, before I punch you. Or, y'know, before I let Cas punch you. Since I don't have any issues with my boyfriend protecting me like I'm some princess, because I'm not insecure about that shit 'nymore. Now, LEAVE."

"YOU-" John's sentence, boiling with rage, was cut off when Cas actually punched him, which knocked him out. "Sorry. It seemed appropriate.", Cas says sheepishly. Dean stares a second.

"Gah I love you." he falls into Cas's arms. It takes a while for him to speak again. "Did I actually say all of that?" "Yes Dean." "I can't believe I said all of that. I actually called myself a princess." Cas chuckles at that. "Yes, I know." "Shit. Everyone is staring, aren't they." "Yes, I believe they are." "Okay. Um. I'm gonna stay here." "Alright Dean."

[resident-gay-bitch]

Sunflower Boy

love comes back around, always

warnings: domestic violence, child neglect, blood, bruises

This was the worst day of Eddie’s life, ever. 

And no, he wasn’t being dramatic, it actually was. 

Eddie had been left alone in his house for three days - give or take - with no food, no running water, and no air conditioning. 

He was ten. 

A couple of days ago his dad got a job, he was like, a car salesman or something, and apparently it had gone super well, because he called Eddie and told him he was gonna be late. He was going for a beer or two. 

He never came home. 

Eddie’s mum was working too, though, that was more against her will. She would have preferred to be there with her son, however, her dad made sure of otherwise. Eddie didn’t know what his mum did, he just knew she wore really pretty clothes and makeup, would leave the house looking almost sick, and would come home smelling of alcohol, sweat, man, and something else kinda musky Eddie couldn’t exactly pin point. But she had left for a job, her longest one yet, up in Indy five days ago, and she wasn’t scheduled to come home until tomorrow night. 

Eddie was scared, hot, alone, and hungry. 

He didn’t know the way to Wayne’s house, or have his number and they didn’t have a phonebook. His neighbour across the hall, Mrs. Wittleson was a right bitch and hated Eddie and his parents. He couldn’t go to her. His neighbours to the left were scary, their apartment always smelt weird and in the middle of the night, right on the other side of Eddie’s wall, he’d hear screaming and moaning and slapping and sounds of pain. He was pretty sure they killed people or something. His neighbour on the right Mr. Crucks was a creepy man with a weird moustache that always offered him candy and looked at him funny. Eddie’s mum made him promise to never, ever, never talk to the man under any circumstances. Eddie never dared disobey his mum like that. The neighbours across the hall, beside Mrs. Wittleson, were away on holiday, and the other apartment was empty. Mould problem. 

So Eddie was stranded. 

He was worried for his dad, and so he did the only thing he knew to do. 

He called the cops. 

They’d asked him to explain his situation and he had told him how his dad went out to sell cars and never came home after celebrating the deal with a few beers, how his mum had been away all week on business, how the water bill was well overdue and he couldn’t even flush the toilet! He explained that it was so hot, and his mum said he wasn’t allowed to go into the ‘garden’, under the sprinklers for a cool down unless she was there because of that weird old Mr. Crucks. He said he hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning, because his dad was supposed to bring home the money so Eddie could go food shopping the other day, but he hadn’t yet, and he didn’t know how to call his uncle. 

Eddie was just hanging up the phone when his dad walked through the door, “Yes, thank you sir, I will- I can do that. Okay, thank you sir. Goodbye.” 

“Who ya talkin to?” 

“Dad!” Eddie grinned, the phone on the hook, “I was just calling the cop-”

“Whaddya say?” His dad marched over to his son, grabbing him tight by his little wrist, “Cops?” 

Eddie’s eyes were wet, “They… they were helping me find you.” 

“You fuckin- what’d ya tell ‘em?” 

“You hadn’t come home since your sale, and that I had no food, or anything.” 

“Fuckin idiot!” He smacked his son across the face, “You know we don’t call the pigs here.” 

“I didn’t know what to do.” Eddie sobbed, cradling his cheek, “I’m sorry, dad, I- I can-”

“You’re in big fuckin trouble, boy.” His dad shoved him up against the wall, a hand around his neck, “Y’ve fucked it all up, just had to fuck it all up.” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie gasped, crying, trying to pry his dad’s hand away from his neck. 

“Whaddya fuckin sorry for. Useless little shit. Shoulda left you and your mother on the street”- 

Look, I won’t get too deep into it, but that ‘conversation’ went on for a little longer before they were distracted by red and blue flashing lights lit up the apartment. Eddie was terrified. He thought he was done for. He thought he was gonna get locked up and thrown in the can because he did something wrong. He didn’t know what, didn’t have the slightest idea, but his dad was scaring the shit out of him and Eddie thought he’d turned himself into a criminal by accident. So he did what he was taught to do when those lights flashed a little too brightly. 

He ran. 

He slipped out of his dads grip, right as the officers knocked on the door, and he slipped into the bathroom. He climbed up on the counter, kicked open the little window that always jammed, and wiggled his way out. His dad followed him in, trying to pull Eddie back inside, telling him he needed to face his consequences. But Eddie slipped free, and the window was too small for his dad to follow. 

Eddie fell into the dirt behind his apartment, and he ran. 

He ran for miles. 

It was hot, and he was tired, and hungry, but he ran. Hoping to bump into someone or somewhere he knew. 

He didn’t stop running until he realised that the houses flying by were nice. Like, really nice. Fancy and big with tall gates and green gardens. 

He was on the nice side of town, a place where he most certainly wasn’t welcome. Eddie slowed, letting himself wander the nice suburb, trying to find his way out of the maze of pretty houses. He hoped he wasn’t spotted here, no doubt some woman with a pearl necklace would call the cops about it. Then he’d be in even bigger trouble. 

He found a playground, by the woods. It was old and looked pretty rusty. There was another one, a better one on the other side of the field, Eddie could see. But that one had kids on it, over here, he could be alone. 

The sun was hot, the air was warm. 

This was his worst summer ever. 

He sat on the swing, rusty and squeaky, but he didn’t care. He sat on the swing, and poked around his face, feeling for where he was hurt. His vision was a little blurred, though, he wasn’t sure if that was from the black eye he was sporting or the tears. 

Maybe both. 

Eddie sat, and he looked up at the sky, at the sun with squinted eyes, and hoped it burned him. 

“Hi.” a little voice came from beside him. 

Eddie looked over to see a boy standing at the edge of the swingset. He had golden brown hair, rosie cheeks, a warm smile, and a yellow shirt under some overalls that were unevenly cuffed at the ankles. 

Eddie thought he might just be the prettiest boy he’d ever seen. 

“Hi.” Eddie said back, his voice small and quiet, hoarse from crying. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

Eddie swallowed and nodded his head. 

“Are you sure?” the boy asked again, “You look hurt.” 

“Just… had an accident.” Eddie offered, “Doesn’t matter.” 

“Okay.” The boy nodded, “Do you have any friends?” 

Eddie looked at him, thought for a moment, and shook his head, “Not really.” 

The boy smiled, “Me either… Well, I have one friend, but he’s kind of mean. We’re only friends because our dads are business partners, so we see each other at all their fancy events. Our mums say they are best friends too, but my mum secretly hates his mum.” 

“Okay.” Eddie had said, and looked back to the bark under his feet. 

“Do you want to be my friend?” 

Eddie looked up at him again, “Why?”

The boy furrowed his brow, “Because you look sad.” he shrugged, “Everyone deserves to have a friend when they are sad.” 

Eddie thought for a moment, letting his eyes droop, “I suppose.” 

The boy smiled, “Well, we can be friends then. I do like your hair, you look like… uh, I don’t know his name, but he sings that song, open your eyes and seee, i’m just a poor boy… la la la meee, easy come easy go… ahh…” he looked around a little awkwardly, hoping Eddie would catch on, “Mamaaa just killed a man….”

“Oh.” Eddie nodded, “I think I know him.” 

“Yeah.” The kind boy smiled. 

Eddie furrowed his brow, “We don’t look the same.” 

“But you both have long hair.” He giggled, “It’s cool. Rockstar.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but grin wide at that, it hurt his face, but he grinned anyway, “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” The boy sighed, “Can I sit next to you?” 

“Sure.” Eddie looked at the rickety swing beside him, “Here, have mine, that one looks broken.” 

“It’s okay-”

“No, it’s okay.” Eddie hopped up, and sat himself down on the broken one before the boy could protest, “You look too fancy to sit on broken things.” 

“I am not fancy.” the boy took a seat, “Hey, you warmed it up for me. Thanks.” 

Eddie giggled, “You have done your hair all nice, and your overalls are clean.” 

“All clothes are supposed to be clean.” 

“These are clean.” Eddie pointed to his jeans, “Got them out the cupboard this morning, but they have a paint stain on them here, and a ketchup stain on them here, and something else here.” 

The boy giggled, “My nanny hates stains.” 

“You have a nanny!” 

“Yeah, don’t you?” 

Maybe if he had a nanny, all of this bullshit would have been avoided and Eddie wouldn’t be a wanted criminal. But, he supposed, he never would have met this boy. 

“No, I don’t have a nanny.” 

“Oh.” the boy furrowed his brow, “It’s probably for the best, my nanny is a butthead.” 

Eddie laughed, “A butthead?” 

“Yeah.” the boy groaned, “She’s always telling me I need to brush my teeth for longer and eat my carrots. I hate carrots!” 

Eddie laughed some more, “You’re so fancy.” 

“Am not.” 

“Y’are.” Eddie smiled, “I only brush my teeth in the mornings, and most of the time, I just have microwave mac ‘n cheese for dinner or spaghettios.”

“Cool!” The boy grinned, “I wish I could have spaghettios for dinner.” 

Eddie sighed, finding himself frowning a little, “Spaghettios are not that good three times a week.” 

The boy pouted, “Maybe we should swap.” 

“I think so.” Eddie grinned, “Though, I’d probably get smacked for not being fancy enough in your house.” 

Steve shrugged, “My nanny doesn’t like smacking.” he sighed, “Mum and dad don’t even notice when I’m bad anymore.” 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Eddie asked, “I wish my parents didn’t notice when I mess up.” 

The boy huffed, resting his head against the chain on the swing, “I suppose.” 

“So…” Eddie kicked the bark under his feet, “What’s your favourite song?” 

“Uhm,” the boy perked up, seemingly a little cheerier now that parents were not a topic of conversation, “Honey Honey by ABBA.” 

Eddie broke a grin, “That’s one of my mums favourites.” 

“Really?” The boy had wide eyes. 

“Yes.” Eddie nodded, “My favourite is… Immigrant Song by Led Zepp.” 

The boy looked confused. 

“You’ve never heard it, have you?” 

The boy shook his head. 

“Maybe you can listen to it, it’s so metal.” Eddie suggested with a sweet smile, “Maybe you will like Led Zeppelin.”

“Well… you’re cool, and you like them, so probably.” the boy shrugged, his kindness easy. 

Eddie hadn’t gotten such kindness from kids at school before. 

“How old are you?” 

“I’m nine and two quarters.” the boy answered, proudly, Eddie noticed he was missing a tooth. 

Wait, isn’t that just nine and a half? 

“I’m ten, almost twelve.” 

“Poop.” the boy sighed, “Means we won’t have class together.” 

“Oh.” Eddie looked to the ground, but his chest bloomed with warmth at the idea of this boy wanting to have classes with him, “We… never mind.” 

“What?” the boy had asked, eyes wide and sparkling. 

He was very pretty. 

“Maybe we could play at lunchtime.” 

The boy smiled, “Obviously.” he hopped up off the swing and started to climb the tower, “We could play lots of games. Do you like superheroes?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled, following him up the tower, “I love superheroes.” 

“I wish I was superman.” the boy smiled, sitting down at the top of the old metal slide, it was probably burning hot, but he had long pants on. Eddie could see his matching mismatched rainbow socks, “He’s so cool.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie agreed, unable to help the smile he got when the boy slid down, letting out a giggle, “Batman’s cool too though. I like bats.” 

“Ooh, yeah.” the boy smiled, watching Eddie slide down now too, “He’s so cool… Maybe we can go as Batman and Superman to Halloween together.” 

Eddie stopped at the bottom of the slide, looking up at the boy, “You want to go to halloween together?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded, “I know where all the best houses are to get the biggest candy bars, plus, Miss Lorane across the street loves me and always gives me triple.” 

“Cool!” Eddie hopped up, he never got too many treats on halloween, most of them were from his mum. 

The boy rushed over to the seesaw, and Eddie followed, “Do you want to play superheroes now? Or would you like to play something else?” 

“Hmm…” Eddie thought superheroes did sound really fun, but he wanted to know what other games the boy had, “maybe.” 

“We could also play… cafe, and pretend to make food with the bark. Or we could play astronauts and climb to the top of the tower like it’s our rocket ship…” the boy hummed, letting his eyes wander, until he got an idea, and he got excited, “or maybe we can play doctors!” 

“Doctors?” Eddie asked, quirking an eyebrow, and his face hurt again. 

“Yeah,” the boy smiled, nodding rather aggressively, “I can make you all better.” 

Oh. 

Eddie felt his heart grow three sizes. 

“Okay.” 

The boy smiled, hopping off of the seesaw before dragging Eddie over to the tower. He sat him down under the shade of it, right by the slide, and got to work doctoring Eddie. He put on a funny voice, pretending to be a doctor of course, acting as if he had a stethoscope and everything. Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he watched the boy. The boy whose smile was as bright as the sun and who’s heart was as big as the sky. He was dressed in a warm yellow t-shirt, and perfectly clean denim overalls, and rainbow matched mismatched socks with stripes and polka dots under his sneakers, and he radiated kindness and warmth. 

Eddie really liked this boy. 

After they finished playing doctors, and Eddie’s face felt a little better, his heart feeling a lot better, they sat on the overgrown grass. They talked and talked and talked about stupid boy things, and picked at the grass and laughed. 

It was nice, Eddie thought, to have a friend like this. 

On the worst day of Eddie’s life, after he’d been abandoned for three days, starved, overheated, beaten, and sent on the run from the cops, he’d been sent this boy. Eddie thought he must have been an angel. He had to be. There was no other explanation about it. 

“Oh! Look over there.” the boy smiled, jumping to his feet and running for the treeline, “Daisies!” 

Eddie raced after him, both of them stopping at the patch of pretty white daisies with centres that matched the kind boy’s shirt, “What about them?” 

“Do you not like flowers?” the boy asked, leaning over to pick one, “My friend doesn’t like them either, says it’s weird for boys to like flowers. But my old nanny taught me all about them, she was so nice, but mum fired her because she always had her boyfriend around and wore shirts that showed too much skin apparently.” 

“Oh.” Eddie swallowed, “No, I just… I’ve never really thought about flowers much before.” 

“Hmm.” the boy smiled, handing his picked flower to Eddie before grabbing another, “Do you like these ones?” 

“I suppose.” Eddie shrugged, “They are pretty.” Not quite as pretty as you, though. 

The boy grinned, “Have you ever made a daisy chain?” 

Eddie shook his head, “I don’t even know what that is.” 

The boy gasped, squatting down to pick basically all of them, “You’re crazy, weirdo.” 

Eddie felt his stomach drop. Of course he’d fuck it up. He always fucked shit up. 

“I have to teach you.” The boy handed Eddie a bunch of flowers and went back to picking more, “Only weirdo crazy people don’t know about daisy chains, and we can’t have you being one of those any longer. You’re too cool for that.” 

Eddie smiled, all warm and fuzzy inside. 

Eddie couldn’t make daisy chains. 

His hands trembled too much, and he just couldn’t get it. He gave up after a while, happy to just watch Steve make his. He picked the petals of a couple of flowers he’d fucked up. 

“What’s your favourite flower then?” Eddie had asked, curious to learn more about this sunray of a boy. 

“Hmmm.” he had hummed, “I think… sunflowers.” 

“Why?” Eddie asked. 

“Well, I do like yellow the best. It’s so happy and bright.” the boy fiddled with the flowers in his hands, “And, did you know that sunflowers will follow the sun? They actually turn to look at the sun throughout the day, so they’ll always be in the light.” 

Eddie thought that was perfect. Sunflowers for this sunshine boy. Sunflower boy. 

“How about you, what flowers are your favourite, do you think?” 

“Uh…” Eddie wasn’t sure at all, other than sunflowers now, but he couldn’t very well say that, “I’m not sure.” 

“We’ll find you a favourite flower.” he smiled, lifting his daisy chain up to the sky to look at it, “I’m all done.” 

“Wow.” Eddie inspected it, the perfect circle of pretty white flowers with yellow centres, “It’s wonderful… how did you do it?” 

The boy laughed, “Magic.” 

“You’re so cool.” 

The boy smiled, cheeks tinted pinker, “It’s for you.” 

Eddie felt his heart jump into his throat, his eyes widened and he looked at the boy, “What?” 

“I made it…” the boy offered, both hands holding the crown out, “for you. I thought it would look nice in your hair.” 

Eddie’s chest felt impossibly tighter, “Do you think?” 

The boy smiled, and giggled in a honey sweet way, and leant forward on his knees to plant the chain on Eddie’s head, fixing it into place to make a crown, “Hey, it looks so pretty on you.” 

Eddie felt his cheeks go pink, “Really?” 

The boy nodded, “It suits you.” 

Eddie grabbed all the daisies from his lap and the ground around them, gathered them into a bunch and shoved them into the Sunflower boy’s chest (nicely of course). The boy giggled, and Eddie was infatuated with him. 

“What?” he had asked, holding the bunch of flowers, some of them facing the wrong direction. 

“For you.” Eddie had said, picking up the few flowers that dropped and handed them over as well, “Thank you.” 

The boy giggled, “You don’t have to give me these!” 

Eddie plucked one, the prettiest one he could see, and stuck it behind the boy’s ear, “There, now… pretty.” 

The boy bloomed pink, “You think I’m pretty?” 

Eddie nodded, “You’re prettier than all of these flowers and more.” 

Okay, so apparently Eddie was a little romantic. 

Sunflower boy turned pinker and dipped his head. 

“I think my favourite flower is a daisy.” Eddie had smiled. 

The boy looked up at him with soft eyes and a kind smile, “Perfect.” 

They both laid back on the grass, the bunch of daisies clutched in the boy’s hand, resting on his chest. They watched as the sky turned from blue to dusky orange and pink. Their pinkies intertwined between them, only a few sweet words said. 

Eddie thought he might be in love. 

“I have to go home.” his Sunflower boy had said, voice quiet and calm, “I’m not allowed to be out after dark.” 

Eddie frowned, “Okay.” 

“We can play at school though.” The boy smiled. 

Eddie felt a pang through his chest, “Do you mean that?” he’d asked, his eyes wide and pleading, “Not many people like me at school.” 

The boy smiled wider and held up his pinky, “I pinky promise to play with you every day at school.” 

This was definitely love, “Really?” 

“Of course,” he waggled his finger, “you’re my best friend.” 

Eddie locked his finger around his Sunflowers, offering his warmest, most genuine smile. 

There was silence for a moment, before Sunflower spoke again, “Would you like to come for dinner? You can eat my carrots.”

Eddie positively lit up, “Yes please.” 

The boy grabbed his hand and they ran. They ran through the field and down the streets, watching the sky disappear to darkness and the street lights switch on. Eddie held the crown atop his head and the boy clutched the daisy bunch tight. They laughed as they ran, or more so, giggled. 

Eddie wanted to hold his Sunflower boy’s hand forever. 

He was going to marry this boy. 

In the distance, Eddie heard the faint echo of a siren. His heart dropped. He stopped in the middle of the street, the boy stopped with him. Eddie looked around, frantic. 

“You okay?” the boy had asked, his hand holding Eddie’s a little tighter now. 

“Uh… yeah.” Eddie had said, right before his eyes fixed on a cop car down the road, “I need to go.” 

“What?” the boy had asked. 

Eddie turned to face him. He didn’t want to leave the boy. He didn’t ever want to say goodbye to this boy. Sunflower boy was his entire world and Eddie knew he loved him. He was positive. He’d never felt anything like this. 

Which is exactly why Eddie had to leave. 

He was wanted for crimes he didn’t know if he committed, he was in trouble, bound to get locked up. His dad had told him he was in big trouble, that he had consequences to face. Eddie just hoped they had a separate jail for kids. And this boy, his Sunflower boy, sweet and soft with a smile Eddie wanted to kiss away. Well, he was too good for a delinquent like Eddie. He was more deserving. Eddie wanted to keep him safe, to protect him from his rotten life. He wanted to keep his Sunflower blooming, facing the sun, and keep him in the light. If he’d stayed, and the cops found Eddie, they’d take his sunflower boy too no doubt. Lock him up for being Eddie’s accomplice or something. Cops were pigs, as his dad would say, always making up bullshit, looking to lock anyone a little rough or different up. 

Eddie couldn’t risk his flower being hidden from the sun. 

“I just… I have to go.” Eddie had said again, trying to pull away. 

But the boy didn’t let him go, just held him a little tighter, “Why? I don’t want you to go. I thought we were friends.” 

“We are…” Eddie said, “But I have to leave.”

“But why?” he’d asked again, eyes pleading for him to stay. 

“I just… I can’t explain it.” Eddie tried to pull away.

“I want you to stay.” His voice was wet, higher pitched, like a wine but sadder, “I’ll make you another daisy chain, if you’d like, or… we can have dessert. Anything you want. You can sleepover, if you like!”  

Eddie frowned, “I-” he heard the siren much closer, “I can’t.” 

“Please.” He’d pouted, and it broke Eddie’s heart. 

“I need to-” he saw the cop car come up the street, and Eddie’s heart jumped out of his throat, “No, this is weird! Yo- you’re… weird. I need to go.” he yanked his hand away, and he ran, daisy chain clutched to his chest. 

*

Eddie hugged his knees, looking down at the grass by his feet. He didn’t feel much, not really. Just… emptiness. Emptiness and content, almost. 

He had a few things to cross off his bucket list still. He thought he’d have a good few years to get through them, and under much different circumstances. But, he’d just have to make do with what he could. 

Eddie looked back over his shoulder at Steve and Robin, sitting, talking with Dustin and Erica. He could cross a couple things off now, with that lot, if he wanted. Just little things, fun things, meaningful things. 

But he thought he’d start with the big two; do something brave and a little stupid without running from the consequences, and tell someone special the story he’d never told anyone before. 

“Hey, Steve?” He’d called out, forcing himself to before he backed out again. 

“Yeah, you okay?” He’d replied. 

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, waving his hand out, “Can you c’mere for a sec?” 

Steve nodded his head, saying a quick something to Robin before making his way over to Eddie. Steve sat down in the grass beside him, in the field, looking up at the bright blue sky. It was calm out. The world felt warm. 

“What’s up?” Steve asked, bumping his knee into Eddie’s. 

Eddie took a deep breath, “I just… I wanted to cross a few things off the list before I kicked it.” 

“Ed-”

“Okay, I know, talk positive.” Eddie sighed, “Just… let’s be real for a second Steve, I’m either dying down there, or getting locked up for life which is just as bad. I don’t wanna die, I really don’t, but I’m being realistic, okay?” 

Steve huffed, “Stay alive, we can get your charges dropped.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, “Maybe.” 

“We’ll try- Dustin will try.”

Eddie smiled, “True.” he shrugged, “But still, just in case, I wanna cross a couple of things off.” 

“Eddie-”

“Humour me, Steve.” he looked at Steve, eyes pleading, “C’mon.” 

Steve sighed, “Okay.” 

Eddie smiled, “I… I wanna do something bold and brave. Something that’s probably a little dumb and might get me hurt, even though it’s right, and I won’t run from the consequences of that.” 

I want to come out to you, a well known queer puncher. 

“And I wanna tell you something…” Eddie swallowed, “I wanna tell you a story, something that happened to me when I was a kid. Something I’ve never told anyone, ever, and that I was saving for a special someone.” 

“Ah…” Steve glanced at him, “I- I’m your-”

Eddie glared at him, “No.” yes, “But out of everyone here, you’re probably the specialist.” Eddie shrugged, “A fallen king, hanging out with a bunch of nerds, fighting interdimensional monsters whilst maintaining glorious hair… That’s special, Steve.” 

Steve laughed, “Okay, yeah.” he nodded, “Go on then.” 

“Okay,” Eddie sighed, “So, when I was-”

“Wait, what’s the brave thing?” Steve asked. 

“It’s in the story.” Eddie nodded, “You’ll have to wait to find out… but you’ll know.” 

“Okay.” Steve smiled. 

Eddie took a deep breath, “When I was a kid… about ten, I had, what I thought was, the worst day of my life. Now, it was pretty fuckin bad, I’ll give you that, but I think I’ve had worse now.” 

Steve shrugged, “Probably.” 

“Now, Stevie, I’m trusting you with this story, yeah?” Eddie raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never told a soul this, and I don’t plan on telling anyone else, okay? Not even Wayne. It’s special.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Steve smiled, lifting his little finger, “Pinkie promise.” 

Eddie felt his chest tighten. 

“God.” Eddie groaned, linking his pinkie with Steves, “Add that to the list of things that make you special.”

Steve laughed. 

“So, I didn’t know this at the time really, but my dad stole cars and shit for a living. I mean… you know… he taught me how to hotwire and… but anyway, he stole cars and then sold them for drug runs. A few days prior to this stories beginning, my dad worked a job and got paid really fucking well, so he decided to go on a three day bender down the pub.” Eddie shrugged, scratching his chin, “My mum, I really didn’t know this at the time, was a sex worker. She didn’t wanna be, she worked as an escort, she was kinda forced into it. My dad owed a bunch of people a bunch of money and so they kinda just… used my mum as collateral. Five or so days prior to my tale, she went up to Indy on a ‘business trip’. Basically, she was keeping this one guy company because dad owed him fuckin buckets and she was forced to. So this left me alone for three days. The water stopped working, it was hot, I didn’t have food or money to get some… I was stranded, alone for three days. And, my dad, he got this payout, but spent it all on drink rather than his kid, or to get his fucking wife out of the situation she was forced into because of him.” 

Eddie rubbed his eyes, and Steve listened carefully, taking in every word. He rubbed his hand up and down Eddie’s back, over the smooth cool leather. It made Eddie feel a little safer. 

“I was worried. I was hungry. I was alone.” Eddie sighed, “So I called the cops, asked them to help me find my dad. Right? It’s what kids are taught to do.” 

“Right.” Steve nodded. 

“So I hang up, right as my dad get’s home. I told him I just talked to the cops, and he… he was not impressed.” Eddie took a deep breath, “We had a strict no cops rule in our apartment, but I didn’t know what else to do. Dad started yelling, telling me off, he… he beat me.” 

“Oh, Eddie.” Steve hummed, his hand on Eddie’s forearm. 

“The worst he’d ever done, at that point.” Eddie said, “We saw the cops pull up, and I thought… I thought they were gonna arrest me, because I’d done the wrong thing by calling them. And so I ran. I duct out the bathroom window and ran for miles, not looking back once.” 

“Sounds freeing.” Steve looked out to the sky, “I wish I could run like that.” 

“Yeah.” Eddie looked out with him, both of them taking in the feel of the wind for a moment. 

“Is that it?” Steve asked, voice gentle. 

“No.” Eddie shook his head. 

“Okay.” Steve smiled softly, “Take your time, Ed’s.” 

Eddie ignored how the nickname squeezed at his heart, “I found myself in unknown territory, sat myself down on a broken playground.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile at the memory, “I hated everything in the world. I was ready to run away and never face anyone ever again. But then this… boy just appeared out of nowhere. He appeared and he made everything better.” 

Eddie laid back into the grass, looking up at the soft sky as it began to set. Steve laid back with him, both of them taking in the feel of the world around them. 

“He had a sweet smile, and he wore the cleanest overalls I’d ever seen. I don’t remember much about him, my brain blocked out most of that week. But I remember him.” Eddie nodded, “He… he asked me if I was okay, if I wanted a friend. And we played. He made me a daisy chain and I thought he was the most perfect boy in the whole world. His favourite flowers are sunflowers, you know. That’s how I know him, call him my Sunflower boy.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, feeling happy with the memory, “He was so kind. Too kind, even. I thought my brain had made him up entirely. He’d just come to me on my worst day and fixed it all. He wore bright yellow and smiled warm and made me a fuckin daisy chain, Steve.” Eddie turned his head to look at him, “He was my first love.” 

Steve’s eyes widened a little, “You…” he blinked a few times, “You’re gay?” 

“Please don’t punch me.” Eddie muttered. 

“Why would I-” Steve swallowed, “I promise, I won’t.”

Eddie smiled, “Thanks.” 

“Keep talking.” Steve said low.

Eddie felt his spine tingle, “He invited me back to his house, for dinner. I wanted to go. I did, I loved him, I knew it. I never wanted to let this boy go again. And he was beautiful. I remember… we were in the middle of the road, and he had daisies in his hands and hair and… I loved him.” Eddie looked back up at the sky, “But I heard a cop car down the street, and they were looking for me. I thought they were going to arrest me, lock me up, and I didn’t wanna risk my Sunflower boy. I promised myself I’d make sure he always got to see the sun. Didn’t want him getting in trouble just for being nice to me… a supposed criminal.” Eddie chuckled, “Funny how things come back around.” 

Steve smiled, “Maybe you’re not as innocent as we thought, Eddie.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but blush, “I told him he was weird, because he didn’t want me to go. I told him… I was mean to him, Steve. But I didn’t know what else to say to make him let me go. I didn’t want him to know I was a criminal. I wanted him to remember me as the boy who liked daisies because they looked pretty on my Sunflower.” Eddie sighed, “I just hope he’s doing okay. I think about him every day, you know?” 

“You do?” Steve asked. 

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, “He helps me through my hardest times. When things are shit, I just remember his sweet little voice saying hi.” 

“That's… cute.” 

“Mhm.” Eddie smiled, “After all was resolved, and mum got home, the daisy chain started to wilt. I went to mum with it, crying. Didn’t tell her why I didn’t want it to die, just that it was very important to me and that I needed to keep it forever and ever. She helped me pick the biggest, prettiest, most alive flower from it, and we preserved it.” 

“What?” Steve looked at him. 

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, “We pressed it, then she turned it into a pin for me, put resin or some shit over it and a safety pin on the back.” Eddie opened up his leather jacket on his left, showing Steve the inside, “I keep it over my heart, so he’s always close to me.” 

“That’s beautiful.” Steve managed to say after a moment of silence. 

“Mhm.” Eddie closed his jacket, pressing a hand over his heart, “Just hope he’s got someone there for him now, like he was for me. Hope I didn’t shove him into the closet or whatever. Everyone deserves a Sunflower, especially my boy.”

“Your…” Steve trailed off with a whisper, “I think he does, Eddie.” 

“Really?” 

Steve nodded, “He’s got you, keeping him close.” 

Eddie frowned, “He probably hates me.” 

“I think he’d understand, if you explained it to him.” 

“I hope so.” Eddie sighed. 

“What would you say…” Steve wondered, “if you ever met him again?” 

Eddie chuckled, “I’d probably plant one on him.” 

Steve laughed, “What?” 

“Yeah!” Eddie nodded, “I’d give him a kiss. That’s all, just a kiss, thank him for keeping me sane all these years. Let him go on his way.” 

Steve sighed, “You’re wonderful, Eddie.” he smiled, hooking his pinkie with Eddies, “Promise I’ll never tell.” 

*

Oh god, it hurts. 

Everything really hurt. 

His body felt like fire and his blood was cold. 

Death wasn’t what he thought it would be. 

“Love you, man.” He managed to choke out, holding Dustin’s hand dearly. 

“Love you too.” The younger boy had managed to splutter out. 

Eddie’s face was sprinkled with tears and slobber and probably snot, but he was too close to death to care. 

“No, no, no, no!” He’d heard a voice shout from afar, “You idiot!” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, but only Dustin had heard him. 

“Oh my god.” Nancy pressed a hand over her mouth, turning away, “Dustin-” she grabbed the boy, pulling him into her chest and stroking his hair, “Shh, it’ll be okay. It will be okay-” 

“No.” Steve whined again, this time he was on his knees, beside Eddie, holding his limp body, “Eddie…” 

Eddie smiled up at him with reddened teeth, “Hi, Steve.” 

“What did you do?” 

“I played hero.” Eddie managed to choke out, “I never liked… listening to peoples… rules.” 

Steve squeezed Eddie a little, “Idiot. I fucking hate you.” he cried a little harder, “Why… you said you’d live. We… we’d get you- I’ll get you out.” 

Eddie shook his head, “No-”

“I’m getting you out, Eddie.” Steve readied himself to stand, pulling Eddie with him. 

But Eddie groaned, let out a piercing cry of new found pain, more blood leaving his body. Steve put him back down, crying more. He couldn’t save him. 

Eddie smiled again, and it broke all of their hearts, “Thanks for listening, Steve.” He moved his frail hand around until it found Steves, and he squeezed with all his might, “Before… in the clear…ing. Thank you.” 

Steve shook his head, “You… you-” Steve sobbed, his hand wiped the blood from Eddie’s cheek, “I needa tell you something too.” 

Eddie nodded, “Course.” 

Steve forced himself to smile through the tears, “He’s me.” 

Eddie didn’t quite catch on. 

Steve wove his hand under Eddie’s jacket until he found the daisy pin, “Sunflower. He’s me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, “I-” he smiled softly then, “Makes sense. You both had… lovely hair.” 

Steve laughed, “I always remembered you, Eddie. Always.” 

“Trying to make me feel bad?” Eddie joked, but his frail voice made laughing harder, “I’m dying here.”

Steve cradled him a little closer, “I remembered because you were the only boy in Hawkins with hair that long. And on that day, you were wearing a Garfeild shirt, and you wore it on the first day back at school.” Steve wiped his cheeks with his shoulders, “I didn’t talk to you because I thought you hated me.” 

Eddie’s eyebrows creased, “No…” he sounded so broken, his hand squeezed Steves again, “No… no, I loved you.” 

Steve nodded, “I know. I know now.” 

Eddie coughed and sputtered up some blood. 

“Shh.” Steve soothed, “Relax, Daisy boy.” 

Eddie smiled. 

“You broke my heart, that day, Ed’s.” Steve smiled, “My first heartache. I loved you too.” 

Eddie’s smile grew a lot sadder, “You broke mine too.”

“How?” Steve scoffed, “You did that to yourself.” 

“I know.” Eddie chuckled softly, ignoring the pain it caused, “But later. In your freshman year, you were so kind, at first.” he took a moment to breathe, “So pretty. Y- you were a slut, you know?” 

Steve laughed, “Yeah.” 

Eddie nodded, “Always made me… jealous.” 

“You had a thing for me in highschool?” Steve asked. 

Eddie nodded again, “You were such a dick, but I loved you.” Eddie turned his head towards the three huddled beside him, “Hated you, N- Nancy.”

Nancy laughed, “Yeah?” 

Eddie smiled, “You sucked… took him.” 

Steve genty took Eddie’s cheek, turning him back, “You hated me in highschool.” 

“I hated… King Steve.” Eddie smiled, lifting a hand to press on Steve’s heart, “Not you.” 

Steve sobbed some more. 

“Broke my heart… with every girl.” Eddie swallowed, he didn’t like the taste of blood much, “Guess we’re even.” 

Steve nodded, “Yeah, guess we are.” he looked down at him for a moment, shaking his head, “Fuck, Ed’s. Why’d you do it?” 

“Didn’t wanna run.” He pushed out. 

“I hate you.” Steve sobbed. 

“I know.” Eddie whispered, cupping Steve’s cheek, “I know, Sunflower.” 

Steve cried a whole lot harder, “You did shove me in the closet, you know?” 

Eddie felt his heart breaking, “I did?” 

“So far.” Steve nodded. 

“I’m sorry.” he couldn’t control the tear that slipped out, “Stevie, I’m sorry.” 

Steve chuckled, “Doesn’t matter now.” he stroked Eddie’s hair, “But maybe, if we’d known better back then, things could have been different.” 

“You think?” Eddie asked, eyes close to closing. 

“I know.” Steve leant down, pressing his forehead to Eddies, “Woulda been loving you much longer.”

Eddie hummed, eyes closing to feel Steve better, “Sunflower.” he’d whispered. 

He felt Steve’s body shake, “I hate you, Eddie.” his voice was so broken, “Why’d you have to do it? Why’d you have to play hero?” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie opened his eyes. 

“No.” Steve sat up again, teeth gritted, “No you don’t… you don’t get to do that! You can’t do this to me, Eddie.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Eddie felt his body shake too, more tears falling, “I don’t want to die, Stevie, don’t let me die. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

Steve couldn’t see much, just red, “I love you.” 

Eddie tried to speak, but the crying shook his lungs and forced up more blood. 

“I don’t know what to do, Eddie. I don’t know what to do.” 

Eddie looked at him weakly, his hand slowly moving to hover over his heart, “T- take it.” 

Steve shook his head, “Take what?”

“M-my hea…rt, Stevie.” Eddie smiled, “‘Nd the d- daisy.” 

Steve closed his eyes, and nodded his head, “I’ll wear it every day.” 

Eddie smiled, “Love… you… Sunflower.” 

“No.” Steve shook Eddie’s body, “C’mon, no… please! Just need a little longer, Eddie, I’ll get you out of here.” 

Eddie smiled softly, “M’okay, baby.” he was barely whispering, “M’okay here.” 

“No.” Steve whispered back. 

“You’ve got me, Sunflower.” Eddie let his eyes close, “S’all that matters.” 

“I can’t let you go, Eddie. We need more time.” 

“Give me a kiss, Steve?” Eddie smiled, eyes unable to open again. 

Steve leant over, tears slipping off the end of his nose and onto Eddie’s. He pressed his lips to his Daisy boys and kissed him. He cried, so hard, and Eddie couldn’t kiss back, not really. It wasn’t anything like it should have been, but it was theirs, and that’s all that mattered. When Steve sat back up his mouth was red with Eddie’s blood, and Eddie had stopped moving. 

sorry not sorry x

don’t forget to reblog! comments are always welcome as well, i love to read about your thoughts and ideas <3

thanks for reading!

here is a little pic i drew for this :)

[hamartia-grander]

For that Simarkus Medieval AU (no I'm not obsessed even though it's not written yet, wtf that would be weird, anyway) could we get some minor Gavin annoying Connor and just generally being Gavin in the background?

Like I'm a Knight too but I'm more experienced, you're just a newbie, so I should have this n°1 priority case of finding the rebels, go make me a coffee, also your just-a-bit-taller-than-me brother with the soft looking hair and the beautiful blue eyes that's in the King's special protection unit is really ugly and I hate you both

This needs to be a multi chapter novel size fic please I beg you 🙏

HELPDJFLDNF THIS IS PERFECT

I'd totally write this into a series if I could just get other things written

"your brother with the soft looking hair and the beautiful eyes is really ugly and I hate you both" is so fucking funny and so Gavin, thank you for that

But yes I could definitely see it like, instead of androids taking over jobs, the new tyrannical rulers brought their own kingdom with them when they took over the throne, so there's all these new villagers that are from this other Bad Kingdom and are basically being allowed whatever jobs they like because the rulers ofc prefer their own people. So Connor and Nines were from the "bad" kingdom, both given high ranking roles within the Palace guard, Nines being one of the new ruler's personal guard, and so Gavin is pissed because he was part of the old kingdom and had to work his way up to becomming a Knight, but damn if the head of the personal guard ain't pretty.

Hank taking Connor and Nines under his wing because, while he's pissed with the new ruler taking over, he sees how lost the boys are and how they remind him of his son (ima make Cole alive in this bc I CAN) so he can't help the paternal instinct of looking out for them.

Also, neither Gavin nor Elijah know they're related, and since Kamski was overthrown they never saw each other. Until later....

With the androids = people from the new kingdom analogy we could also say that the Jericrew gang were once loyal subjects who soon saw the tyranny of their rulers and vowed to end their reign, and wanted Markus - a member of the old kingdom - to not just join them but also rule someday, as he could bridge the gap and also they see how capable he is as a leader, and how compassionate he is for the people. When Connor is sent to arrest Markus, Markus manages to convince him that the rulers are corrupt and evil and need to be overthrown. Nines is a bit tougher to convince, but once Connor goes he follows. Gavin is... Gavin. I don't think he'd believe anything they said unless he experienced himself, or maybe even then he'd be in denial. But once Hierico manages to overthrow the dictators, he's quickly motivated to change sides lol.

I want some Leo redemption too, so I'll throw in that since Leo knew Markus best he was hired to tell them everything he knows about Markus, where he would go, what he could do, etc. And at some point along the way, plus after seeing how they treated Markus and how upset it made their dad, Leo decides he's not gonna help them, so he tells them complete lies, insists that Markus is too flighty and scared to stage a coup against the royal family, that kind of thing. And he conveniently leaves out that Markus was an amazing blacksmith, instead saying that his sabotage was actually just his failure at crafting the weapons. When Leo and Markus meet up again at the end of it all, Leo apologises and expects Markus to hate him, but Markus forgives him, accepting Leo as his family, and Leo says "I'm... I'm proud, to be your brother."

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Ive been thinkin about Herbert a lot because I like him even though hes in like 1 and 1/2 scenes in total and most of his characterization comes from my own headcanons and godddddd his dynamic with his dad is so fucking weird and Im so mad theyre just never going to elaborate on it. I mean unless they wanted to do some Andrew Lloyd Webber's Love Never Dies type shit but I dont think thats happening anytime soon

And to be clear, im talking about the musical bc in the movie its just like, Herbert has his little gay moment with Alfred when he kinda corners him against the wall when they first get to the castle and then he has his big gay moment with Alfred with the flirting advice book, and then later the count is talking to Abronsius on the roof like "we'll have eternity to spend together, just like little Alfred and my son >:)" and its like, okay if things had gone according to their plan we wouldve had regular yaoi (that is to say two twinks) and old man yaoi (that is to say two old men) happening parallel to each other in this fucked up castle, and also Sarah wouldve been around and Im sure she wouldve been in a really weird position between Alfred and Count Krolock, although tbh I feel like she wouldnt have stuck around for too long if she didnt have to, like her whole thing was she wanted to be free from her shitty dad who never let her go outside I think she wouldve started traveling the world at the first opportunity but whatever

But in the musical its like, Herbert and Krolock are both clearly interested in Alfred and theyre both clearly aware of each others interest where Krolock is like "hey boy Im interested in, go be boyfriends with my son youre exactly his type" and Herbert is like "oh, father is so begeistert by you" like oh yeah? Whats he begeistert by? his submissive breedableness? And once again, Sarah is also there as part of this weird love formation, except this time its like a little more requited on all sides because Krolock is interested in both Alfred and Sarah and Sarah is interested in both Krolock and Alfred and Alfred is interested in Sarah and hes like scared of Krolock bc hes a vampire but you can easily interpret that as him being scared of his own homosexuality if you want, really Herberts the only odd one out in that dynamic by virtue of being the only non-bisexual in that castle

Before I continue with the actual point of this post, I just wanted to say that it just occured to me that that mess is basically the only non-monogamous portrayal of vampires I can think of in fiction, which tells me that I either need to seek out better vampire media or that our society is so hetero- and amatonormative and obsessed with the idea of Only One True Love Forever to the detriment of actually telling interesting stories about immortals who would naturally have very different opinions on love, which iiiiiiiis a lil bit frustrating ngl

Anyway, the fact that they Herbert and his dad barely interact is insane to me, Krolock is just like "this guy here is my son, everyone say hello to my son" when they get to the castle and then they never speak again like bro youre a VAMPIRE if you have a son youre gonna need to explain that a little

[innytoes]

also: "you'd marry me if I asked, right?" for lukebobby

They're chilling at Bobby's house, and by that Luke means 'sprawled out on the tile floor in Lola's kitchen while the rickety fan blows tepid air at them'. Luke's barely even wearing a shirt, arm holes cut down to his waist, and he's still too hot. He'd take it off, but that would mean moving, which would mean death.

Bobby isn't faring much better, even though he absolutely refused to wear anything other than black. Which was dumb. Luke wishes he'd just take his shirt off. For cooling down reasons, of course. No other reason. Bobby is staring up at the ceiling fan, which also isn't doing much to cool the place down.

He was still trying to find the willpower to maybe crawl to the freezer to see if there are any ice cubes when Bobby says: "You'd marry me if I asked, right?"

Luke blinks, moving his head. Bobby is still staring straight up at the ceiling. "Sure," he agrees. Then he pauses. "Is this some kind of 'so you can't testify against me in court' thing? Are we murdering someone? Because it's too hot to murder someone."

Bobby huffs out a laugh, eyes finding Luke's for a moment. He looks impossibly fond, and Luke's stomach swoops. Then Bobby looks back up at the ceiling. "You know that my grandmother is like, super rich?" he asks, which didn't make much sense. Unless someone was harassing Lola. Luke is pretty sure he'd murder someone for that. They all would. Lola was a saint.

"Then why can't she buy an air conditioner?" he asks.

Bobby shakes his head. "No, not my Lola. My grandmother. On my dad's side." Ah, that made more sense. Luke was vaguely aware that Bobby's parents were also kind of rich, but they were never around long enough to, you know, spend any of it on their son. Or spend any time with him. Assholes.

"What does that have to do with marriage?" he asks, carefully. Maybe she was dying? Maybe her dying wish was to see her favourite grandson married? Because of course Bobby would be her favourite. He was the best.

"Turns out she has this trust fund for all her grandkids," Bobby says. "Like, a shitton of money. The lawyer just sent the paperwork over, given that we're about to graduate." Well, Bobby is. Luke hasn't been to school since Christmas. He basically lives here now.

Bobby puffs his cheeks, before blowing out a breath. "The trust fund only kicks in if you go to college for any of the three pre-approved majors," he says. "Or if you're getting married. To help kickstart your new life and to pump out more Shaws and continue the family name, and all."

Luke frowns. "Wouldn't you need to get married to a girl to do that?" he points out. "Or at least someone with a uterus?" he amends.

Bobby turns to look at him again, grin sharp. Luke's stomach flutters, the fucking traitor. "That's the assumption, but I've been over the contract seven times now. Nowhere does it say I have to marry a woman."

"Dude, nice. Taken down by heteronormativity," Luke laughs. See, he payed attention when Alex was ranting. He knew big words. With herculean effort, he moves his arm to tangle his fingers with Bobby.

"Bobbert Boba Tea Shaw," he says as seriously as he can with his cheek plastered to the tiles. "Committing trust fund fraud with you is like the second biggest reason I'd want to marry you. Let's do it. Dibs on Reggie as my best man, I bet he'd throw an amazing bachelor party."

Bobby snorts. "As if I'm not invited to your bachelor party. We can just have two, together. One insane one, and then one that Alex plans that will also go off the rails anyways." Luke nods, pleased with that plan.

They sketch out the rest of their wedding, discussing the important stuff: a colour scheme (black and blue), a venue ('I bet Willie can get us in at that weird club they work at') cake flavours (definitely chocolate), and the playlist. That last one takes at least an hour, as they debate if it's gaudy or cool to have their first dance to one of the songs from their demo.

"Wait," Bobby says all of a sudden. "You said committing fraud is the second biggest reason to marry me. What's the first?"

"Oh, I've been in love with you since fourth grade," Luke says, head still lost in playlists and music. When he looks up, Bobby is staring at him. "What? What did I say?"

They do get married, just like they plan. But instead of fraud, they just call it their 'seventh date'.

And they never get divorced.

[paperw0rmz]

Can I show you how I look in a pink thong?

So the basic summary (from memory) of Kyle XY is this:

For some fucking reason we see this home boy nakid int he woods right, bro is wobbling like a new born baby deer. Dude is straight up a baby giraffe. He wanders around trying to figure everything out until we like walks into on coming traffic or some shit????

Okay so then we have this frame change to this family right. Basic white™️ suburban family. This mom is like a cop or some shit right and she’s like rushing her oldest child (some girl) and her son and her husband out the door so she can get to work bc she got a call about this teenager found naked and isn’t like talking or anything.

AND SO the woman goes down and is like “tf you called me in early for hes prolly just fucking drunk” and they are like we checked his vitals and they are weird but he’s not drunk and then she’s like “okay??? He’s prolly slow then???” And they went yeah prolly so she like weirdly gets attached to him already it’s weird but white women love to have a savior or victim complex so like whatever.

Bro also does NOT have a belly button.

Also someone gave him some like fuckin crayons and paper???? Bc development that is delayed = literal toddler for some reason. (I say as I, a delayed person, has a 64 crayon set WITH sharpener)

Bro starts like tapping the crayons on the paper like your art teacher in your sophomore year of high school forced you to do and it’s called #Stippling and you hate it bc all you want to draw is boys kissing

And the woman and some other people are like “lmao idiot don’t know how to use crayons” but then they look over at what he’s doing and it’s literally the most beautiful art you have ever seen but I don’t even remember what it was of, he draws a LOT so it’s prolly like the woods or some shit like a car or whatever.

ANYWAYS they are like “we will take him to juvie” and white mom is like “tf why” and they are like “there’s no room in the foster care system and no one has reported him missing” so she just fuckin takes him home???? Is that legal????

Oldest daughter comes home early bc teenagers can’t be teenagers unless they rebel and goes to shower? Dude is also in there and he was showering or some shit and is naked AGAIN and starts screaming bc why wouldn’t you there is a weird ass NAKED man in your bathroom. Mom comes running saying no no it’s okay he lives here now and daughter goes off cursing saying they can’t ever be a normal family and shit.

Brother comes home with dad, brother thinks it’s dope and he always wanted a brother, dad accepts it bc he doesn’t want to fight I think

Then they like put him in the guest bedroom and is like “you sleep here okay?” And he’s like :) and they leave and then the next day they find him in the bathtub asleep.

Also bro has not eaten ANYTHING

That’s all like episode one I think???

Episode two is them trying to make it about the kids showing the kids life at school and shit and also battling the fact who tf this boy is and why tf he sleeps in a bathtub and why he don’t got no god damn belly button and why he won’t eat.

This episode is like boring

Next episode bro wakes up and is HUNGRY and EATS EVERYTHING IN THE FRIDGE like EVERYTHING and passes tf out like thanksgiving style. Mom is happy he is finally eating even tho he made a mess and like ate everything in site. Dad is trying to figure out the sleeping situation bc the dude keeps sleeping in the bathtub when people like need it. So he then makes a little room in the garage or some shit with a bathtub? Dude sleeps there now and continues his crayon art and shit

I then literally forget everything else other than the fact he realizes he has powers, the daughter and him have weird as shit sexual tension, dude learns about a facility bc he drew it and then did research on it, we then learn that he is a CLONE (shocker) of another dude and that’s why he doesn’t have a belly button and has weirdo powers, we also learn of this other chick who is also a clone who then awakes.

This show was like on ABC family or some shit???? And was cancelled. It was so good 10 year old me loved it