#Might turn this into a fic or something

[the-little-librarian]

Two days after leaving the Observatory, Lucy’s Pipboy catches a stray signal: My name is Norm MacLean. I’m trapped in Vault 31.

It’s a nasty fight to get the Ghoul to agree, and he grabs her arm and yanks, hard enough to send Lucy stumbling forward. He slaps at the Pipboy until the volume drops.

“Your family ain’t looking too trustworthy right now,” he says coldly.

This close, the light from her Pipboy just begins to cast shadows on his face. The truth of the world is carved across his skin, and Lucy feels that horrid bit of doubt before she wrenches herself away.

“He’s my brother,” she says. “I have to try.”

The Ghoul glares. Lucy cranks the sound up and waits, but he doesn’t move. She looks at the broadcast coordinates, turns her back, and marches towards Vault 31.

“Sidetracked by bullshit,” he calls.

Lucy puts on her brightest voice and yells back, “Every goshdarn time!”

The dog runs after her.

Lucy smiles.

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

[littlelightfish]

We alredy know what's Chilchuck's worst nightmare. What if I told you that it was canon?

His daughters have alredy been eaten. His wife was eaten too. His family are all dead. His worst nightmare has come truth. And he for sure feels like it's partially his fault, because it's the Winged Lion doing, yes, but who helped Laios get here? Chilchuck. And who's daughters and wife are now dead because of it? Chilchuck's. The suggestion of recreating them tells us that they've alredy been eaten. The way he says it makes it feel like it's too late. They're dead. Because of him. Of his actions. Of his job. The irony of it all is actually quite cruel. He makes a union so he can prevent bad things to happen to his race, to his family, and then, and he works at the union. And now, because of his job, he got them all killed.

He doesn't even know how his daughters are until way later, I don't even know if in the manga they send letters to him during the feast, because I know they don't go to said feast. So Chilchuck doesn't know if his girls are alright until, again, way later. We know they don't die because, well, there's this comic of them going to meet Laios, the new king. But if not for that, who could tell us they didn't die on the monster appearances? I can imagine that after the feast Chil went stright to check on them. Because he loves his daughters, and he cares for his wife. He sucks at communicating it, yes, but he does.

He doesn't want to risk his family's safety. But he, unknowingly, unwillingly, indirectly, did. He got them eaten by those demons because he helped his friends achieve his goal. Because he cared about Falin and wanted her to be human again. Because he cared about Laios and didn'twanted to see him loose his sister. Because he cared about Marcille, Senshi and Itsuzumi. He cares so much about everyone and wants to help everyone (in his own way), that he doesn't think that the result would, inevitably so, be the worst outcome for him. The one in wich work and private life get mixed together. His job as a member of Laios's party ended dragging his family in, despite his best efforts. His job ended up, not only endangering the whole word with demons, but his family. His four precious girls. It ended up almost killing them (probably it killed them for some time because getting eaten by those demons works wierd).

Worst part? He didn't have the time to be mourn over what he 100% sure thought was the complete loss of his family. He was in a hurry to survive himself, so he pushed those sad feelings and tried his best to help who he had left. Later on he finds out that the demons spitted out people. And he seems shocked with some kind of surprised relief.

He looks how everyone that got eaten was alive. And he can't quite either believe it nor understand it. He is really confused. So they didn't die? Are my daughters ok? Is my wife ok? Did everybody survived? Are they alive? He dares to hope that they're all ok and pulls into a box his feelings again, saving it up for when he has the time to be overwhelmed about this all. He has a feast, trying not to worry, but worried sick. Then he goes home and checks on them.

Give this poor man a break and a beer...

[purpleleafsyt]

From my fic, Inclarity :>

[jamietwat]

Time loop fic set during season 2 when Jamie’s back around but Roy isn’t coaching yet where it takes Jamie and Roy an embarrassing amount of do-overs before they finally realize they’re both caught in it because for days Jamie goes over to Keeley’s place and antagonizes Roy in basically the exact same way because he thinks making the same stupid old man jokes all the time is funny anyway and any slight changes in conversation he just assumes is because he showed up at a different time or worded his own end of the conversation a little differently but Roy’s still basically saying the same grumpy old man shit anyway

And Roy makes basically the same retorts every time because he stands by it and he assumes Jamie shows up at slightly different times looking for Keeley as a butterfly effect of his morning with Keeley being different but that there’s no escaping him showing up to be a little bitch at some point

And like they both sometimes tell people but not the same people on the same version of the day so Keeley individually thinks that both of them are losing it on different versions of the day before eventually they both mention it

And then on like day 5 of the same day over and over Jamie doesn’t show up and Roy is irrationally angry about it but thinks it must be somehow connected to the fact that he was acting absolutely insane with Keeley trying to explain what’s happening while she thought he was fucking with her and somehow that made her brush off Jamie and him not show up or something?

And it takes Jamie showing up at 100 and just tearing Roy apart and going on about what a dick he is (which isn’t unusual but isn’t how this routine goes) and weirdly fixating on how he was excited to meet Roy but then he ended up just being an old washed up prick that never even gave him a chance because Jamie figures he can just show up, yell at Roy for all the reasons he’s so fixated on being a little asshole with a grudge against Roy in particular to get it out of his system, and then never have to deal with any consequences of Roy finding out about the whole embarrassing having been a big fan and expecting it to be so cool to play on a team with him just to immediately get offended that Roy didn’t give a shit about him and his bullshit and so Jamie ended up hating him thing

But instead Roy just scowls at him and is like “that’s not what you’re supposed to say” and Jamie��s like “…what.” And Roy’s like I’ve done this day like ten times already and either I make Keeley think I’m certifiable first thing in the morning and you don’t show up or else you show up looking for her and then make the same completely uncreative old man jokes at me and Jamie’s like what the fuck I’ve been doing this same day over and over and you’ve been making the same shitty jokes that weren’t funny the first time over and over again

And Keeley’s just sitting there watching this like “Are you two fucking with me? I can’t believe you two got along long enough to plan whatever the fuck this is.” And honestly, the fact that she couldn’t imagine them ever getting along to plan this stupid joke and agree on it is the main reason she actually starts to believe them that time in an okay either I’ve completely lost it or you two are stuck in a time loop kind of way and when she starts going on about how every time loop movie there’s like a moral the person has to learn and maybe they’re both caught in it because they’re supposed to learn how to get along and be friends and Roy’s supposed to take Ted’s offer and that’s how Jamie finds out about the Ted trying to convince Roy to coach thing

But they’re both like fuck no absolutely not, that’s not it and I’d rather be stuck in this stupid fucking loop forever than voluntarily spend time with him let alone get along (as if Jamie hasn’t shown up to annoy him practically every version of the day and Roy hasn’t just been sitting there waiting for him every time) and then they actively avoid each other for like a week’s worth of versions of the same day before they start considering that Keeley might have been on to something but it still takes three more days of pointedly not seeking the other out and waiting for the other to give in first before they run into each other at Ted’s place anyway and finally start actually swapping information they’ve picked up from their loops and what they’ve tried changing to try to get out and discussing ways to try to get out of it while Ted’s just sitting there cracking jokes and making annoyingly similar to what Keeley said comments about how in time loop and body switch things it’s always that you have to learn to see things from another perspective and be nicer to someone you don’t usually see eye to eye with before you can get out (Ted doesn’t actually believe they’re stuck in a time loop though, he’s just going well weird hypothetical but I’ll play along if this almost certainly made up scenario is what it takes for them to have an actual conversation with each other)

[nostalgicish]

i had a vision.

klance modern au, frequent gym-goer keith goes to the gym at ungodly hours in the morning, but something comes up at work and he ends up going to the gym muuuuuch later than normal

(ended up writing out more than i thought i would so read more under the cut 💀)

but the usual receptionist and his friend, allura probably, isn’t there since it’s so late and instead there’s some guy he doesn’t recognize on the afternoon/evening shift aka the one and only lance mcclain

and they keep stealing glances and not really saying anything at first

so keith adjusts his schedule to work out during the evenings more often (by coincidenceeee it was just a coincidence that his schedule shifted totaalllyy) to see this guy again

so allura finally texts him and is like “where have u been ?? are u sick??? u never skip the gym i haven’t seen u in a week” and he’s like “My job switched me to the morning shift so I go to the gym at night now.” or something (half-truth)

but allura already KNOWS because her work bestie won’t stop yapping on and on about the hot new guy with the mullet

do you guys see my vision

[shewhowillrise]

AU where Bruce is dead, Jason is Batman, and Tim becomes his Robin. Joker kidnaps Tim and makes him Joker Junior and after Tim kills Joker, before sumcombing to his injuries of the torture.Jason vows no more partners. No More Robins.

Then gets transported to a Good Dad Fanon Bruce and Batfam universe (where Jason has stayed dead) He’s always avoiding Tim. He’s hanging out with Dick and Damian and Duke and Steph, but when Tim shows up, he clams up.

Tim confronts him, Jason breaks down. Because if he got used to having Tim around, inevitably when he gets back to his home universe, he’s going to feel the loss all over again.

There is no Damian or Duke in his universe to miss. Dick is still swinging on ropes with his parents, and Steph is a normal college girl.

All Jason sees when he looks at this Tim, is what he failed to save.

[emsuemsu]

If there's something I really love in life it's the elderly. I love old people and old people love me and that is a fact. I am a peepaw whisperer, I speak fluent grandma. So naturally I've been on a mission for some senior citizen Drarry to quench my never ending thirst.

Some of these fics do contain neurodegenerative diseases such as Alzheimer's. Some of these fics do contain MCD in a form of dying of old age. They're all tagged accordingly, if in doubt check the tags.

These are all well under 10k, and hit me up with some more geriatric Drarry recs if you have some!

About Damn Time by @lumosatnight 👴 4,045 words

All Draco wants to do is eat his custard cup and nap in peace. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, when the Flamel House for Experienced Wixen is overrun with Harry Potter and his idiot friends.

The Afterlife, According to Draco Malfoy by @stripedsilverfeline 👴 1,861 words

Tea is not a proper substitute for astral brooms': The Afterlife, according to Draco Malfoy

Age is just a number by @gnarf 👴 1,555 words

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

Attic Past by @piarelei 👴 500 words

Here are his knees. Noticeable and ugly. Harry sighs, doesn’t dare look at more of himself; the skin loose around his thighs and the wrinkles crowning his eyes. “I have ugly knees,” he tells the room. Draco, predictably, is already downstairs and doesn’t answer.

Brave by @mars-bar81 👴 8,403 words

Draco had never been the brave one- that had always been Harry's job.

Easier Than Falling Asleep by @gnarf 👴 1,029 words

After a long and happy life Harry is ready to return to Kings Cross. This time it's not Dumbledore, but his husband waiting for him there and they finally get to ride the Hogwarts Express together.

Dear Life by @drarryangels 👴 5,208 words

"Draco ran his fingers over the headstone at his feet and let his creaky knees fold underneath him to sit on the grass. When he was younger, he thought he’d never get old like this. With bad joints, white hair, and off trend clothes. Harry would’ve laughed at him if he could see Draco sitting in the dirt sniffling over his lost touch in the fashion industry." Or the story where Draco and Harry get to grow old together and be happy.

I Wouldn't Change a Thing by @rei382 👴 1,380 words

Harry and Draco, an old married couple, need to pack to go to their retirement home. But Harry stumbles upon an old photo album, and all kinds of memories start to flood back.

lucidity comes before the sun sets by @squintclover 👴 707 words

Life and memories are cruel sometimes... Stealing Harry from Draco before his time.

Meeting Too Late by WSbrat 👴 1,528 words

What if Draco and Harry fell in love when it was too late? What if they fell in love anyway?

Old School by Bardo 👴 5,053 words

When he was younger, Draco Malfoy used to say sex was dead after 65. Of course, at the time, he wasn't talking about himself.

Stay with me forever, we'll ride this out together by @triggerlil 👴 420 words

In old age, Harry cares for Draco.

Two Old Coots by @sofyachy 👴 1,898 words

On their 50th anniversary, Harry and Draco are a couple of old coots who no longer care what they tell other people about their relationship, to their kids’ mortification. Gather round, children; it’s inappropriate story time.

Wiser With Age, Still Stupid in Love by @sethsevolution 👴 3,483 words

There came a point in their lives where they felt like they were only ones left and that was what finally drew them together.

Won't You Stay By My Side by @gracerene 👴 1,936 words

Harry needs to convince Draco that he is too old to continue his dangerous job as an Investigative Journalist.

[luckycharms1701]

You’ve always loved turtles. If you’re truly pressed to say why, you would probably say that what you like about them most is the intermediate space they take up. Between land and water. Between soft and hard. Between big and small. They really do it all.

It doesn’t hurt that turtles are super cute.

So when your soulmark came in as an orange turtle on your bicep, you were beyond ecstatic. There is debate about the soulmark symbols and what they mean, but you hoped that meant your soulmate would share your same interest.

There’s really only one career choice for you.

When Channel 6 approaches you about doing a story on your turtle rescue, you are surprised to learn that reporter April O’Neil is going to be the lead. She’s an amazing investigative journalist, not known for this kind of fluff piece.

You understand when you meet her for the first time. She’s as obsessed with turtles as you are. You almost forget it’s an interview as the two of you chat and chat.

Despite the easy rapport you and April have, you are surprised when she contacts you after the piece runs. All she would say is that some people want to thank you in person, can you meet up with her? The mystery has you intrigued, so you agree.

You are not expecting four giant turtles and their rat father. Once you apologize for being rude and they insist it’s fine, open-mouthed staring is the most minor reaction they can think of, they thank you sincerely for your help with their “kinda, sorta brothers???” as the orange-banded one put it. It seems that when they saw the story your passion for your work moved them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Out of this unusual meeting friendship is born.

You, Mikey, and Raph hit it off immediately. They often sneak off during patrol to come help you with your turtle rescue, much to Leo’s chagrin. He can’t really be mad at them though, they are a huge help to you. You have employees and volunteers, but none of them can understand the turtles you rescue like the guys can.

It’s one such night when you realize that friendship isn’t the only thing on your mind when you think of Mikey.

The two of you are passing in the outdoor enclosure, him with a box of his “little bros” in hand, when you trip on a rock. Without even looking at you, he reaches out, catches you with one arm and a “Woah there angelcakes!” and spins to set you back on your feet. He turns and continues on his way, cooing down at the baby turtles in the box.

You, meanwhile, are frozen in place. The way he just… did that, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Just casually picked you up with one arm and put you back down, as if you weighed no more than a feather. The way he acted like it was normal, reminding you that he is not. The way his scales felt, cool through your shirt. Paradoxically the thought lit a fire in you.

It’s a little harder, interacting with Mikey after that. Every touch causes your heart to stutter, and Mikey likes to touch you a lot. He throws his arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair. When you are able to successfully rehabilitate a particularly ornery softshell turtle, he picks you up in a hug and spins you around, nearly causing you to faint from the sensation.

And he’s so sweet, especially to the turtles in your care. Your heart swells three sizes whenever you see him handle the turtles with such care, as if they are made of hopes and dreams instead of shells and teeth. He doesn’t even mind when they draw his blood, simply laughing and apologizing for scaring them. Even you curse at them for biting sometimes, on your worst days.

He’s a little too perfect, and sometimes when you think of him you find your hand on your bicep.

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You are thinking of him while you and Raph are building an additional enclosure for a leopard tortoise that isn’t playing well with the others. You feel an itch in your bicep, possibly psychosomatic but annoying nonetheless. You push up your sleeve with the hammer in your hand and scratch at your soulmark with it while you line up the next nail.

“The fuck is that?”

You look up at Raph and blink. That was pretty abrupt, even for him. You follow his gaze to your bicep. “My soulmark?”

A kaleidoscope of emotions flash across his face, too quick to follow. He settles on exasperation. “That’s your soulmark? ‘Nd you never thought to, I dunno, talk to him?”

“Talk to who?”

Raph throws his hands in the air and stalks off. You hear a mutter that sounds suspiciously like “made for each other” as you watch him go.

Part of you wants to follow, to figure out what’s going on, but you really don’t want to have to wrestle this lumber you’re nailing back into place. It took long enough the first time. So you turn back to the task at hand, trying not to get distracted while you hammer the nail in.

It doesn’t take long for Raph to come back, his protesting little brother in tow. He comes up to where you are bandaging your finger after hitting it with the hammer and grabs you as well. He sits the two of you down on the pile of lumber.

“Bro, wha-” Mikey cuts himself off, staring as Raph lifts your sleeve and reveals your soulmark to him.

Raph steps away, letting your sleeve fall back into place, then points between you. “Talk.” He stalks off once again.

You turn to Mikey, hoping he can shed some light on what’s going on. He’s still staring at your bicep, a little slack-jawed. You wave your hand in front of his face, and his gaze snaps up to your face. He starts fumbling with the bracelets around his arm.

When he manages to push them off his wrist to reveal the matching orange turtle, it’s your turn to gape at his arm. You’re moving before you really process everything, and he meets you in the middle for a searing kiss.

“That’s not talking!” Raph’s annoyed yell comes from the other end of the enclosure. You and Mikey pull away simultaneously and start to laugh.

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie, who brings Steve random stuff (pebbles, bits of string, a weird looking stick), and Steve who is the kind of guy who can MacGyver shit, are a perfect match

[kmackatie]

For prompts, how about 'flutter' for "Sleep With Benefits" Caleb and Essek?

oooh sleepverse! keen for that

(ask me a march writing prompt)

A crack of thunder pulls Caleb from his sleep, his eyelids fluttering as he shifts. He reaches out instictively--Essek's a lighter sleeper than him, more prone to waking with the slightest of reasons--and his hand touches cold sheets. It's been while then. Light flashes, blinding out his partially lidded eyes, and a second crack follows right on the hells. He swears he can feel the wind, the phantom rain, can feel the skin prick as if he was standing in the open and not lying in Essek's bed. Blinking, Caleb stirs fully, sitting up and letting the sheet pool around his waist. He beerily peers around, yawning as he tries to locate his partner. He realises why he could feel the wind; Essek is standing before the balcony, the curtains drawn back and the door wide open. His silver robe is slipping off one shoulder, caught in the maelstrom that is raging outside. Another flash, and Essek is silhouetted against a white sky before it plunges back into darkness, the door rattling with the force of the storm. It takes Caleb's breath for a moment, for the way Essek doesn't even flinch in the face of nature's fury, a statue. Slipping from the bed, Caleb pads across the room, wondering how best to draw Essek from whatever is holding him. How to reach him. Essek hasn't given any indication that he's aware of Caleb's presence and he doesn't want to startle him. In the end, he opts to step up next to him. It doesn't entirely stop Essek from jumping, from flinching back before he realises who it is and who is there. "Caleb." "Hey." Another flash of lightning, illuminated Essek's white hair and turned his usual storm-grey eyes silver. The rain is hitting them here, blowing in with the breeze, and he can't help but shiver. "Everything okay?" "Hmm?" Caleb nods towards the open door, the storm raging around them, and winces as thunder cracks again. "Yes. I couldn't sleep." "Something on the mind?" "Mm. I'll come in soon." Caleb watches him, watches how Essek looks far away, eyes scanning and tracking the rain. He leans in and kisses Essek's cheek. "Don't stay too long, you'll catch a cold."

[solradguy]

Dude I got mad on reddit under a thread where they were talking about why people don’t like Ky (the OP was asking to try and understand the memes). Everyone was trying to dunk on Ky, nobody was answering the question with anything but repeated memes. I got sidetracked talking about Dizzy and Ky memes…they’re deep characters I promise!! Aaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Honest to god the worst thing that can happen to a fandom is when the memes completely overwrite the canon lore/personality of a character. They don't even know that Sol was lowkey terrified of Ky during the Crusades because of how bloodthirsty for Gear blood Ky was before meeting Dizzy and realizing that he was killing intelligent beings. Or that Ky was willing to risk everything, seriously, to protect her. Why don't more people pick on him for his teacup collection the same way people constantly bring up Sol's Sheer Heart Attack record, also

[tboybuck]

Steve buys a Winnebago.

In the aftermath of everything, Eddie had been the one to finally confront Owens from his hospital bed, half stoned on world class painkillers, to demand some kind of government compensation for what they'd all gone through. And they'd gotten it. All of them.

Owens didn't even need to pull any strings to do it, either. No sooner had Eddie asked, and Owens cut each and every one of them a hefty check.

Steve knows he should save the money; his parents aren't going to let him live in their house forever, and Robin's going to college in Indy in the fall, so the smart thing would be to put the money away until later in the summer, and then find a house or apartment near campus for them to rent.

But he can't stop thinking about a camper van. He can't stop thinking about driving across the country, seeing the Grand Canyon and the Rocky Mountains and the Pacific Ocean and everything in between. He can't stop thinking about his conversation with Nance, that day; it's not her in that fantasy, not anymore. Maybe it never had been in the first place. Maybe he needs to go it alone. Maybe after Robin leaves for college, he should just... go. At least for a little while.

He spends the whole summer thinking about it. The money from Owens is burning a hole in his pocket, just sitting in an envelope in his bedroom, as he tries to go through the motions of normalcy. He helps Wayne nurse Eddie back to health, helps Max's mom through her daughter's bad days, carts the kids around town, puts in his shifts at the video store with Robin, and he thinks about a Winnebago.

Steve doesn't tell anyone about it, but a week before Robin's set to leave, after she's already put her notice in at the video store, he goes to a dealership and looks at campers. He doesn't buy one that first day he goes. He's got enough cash to buy a decent one outright, but the more he thinks about it, the more Steve realizes he wants someone else's input.

Someone specific.

It's been months, and Steve has spent more time at Wayne and Eddie's new double wide than he has at home. He crashes there most nights, sometimes on the pullout in the living room, and sometimes beside Eddie in bed. There's something there, something neither of them has had the courage to act on yet, and Eddie mumbles excuses about nightmares each time he asks Steve to stay, but when they wake tangled up in one another in the morning, there is something.

Maybe...

So Steve takes Eddie with him to the dealership. He doesn't tell him where they're going, he just gets Eddie in the passenger seat and makes the twenty minute drive. In the parking lot of the Winnebago dealership, Eddie's expression drifts from blank confusion to realization to clear, perfect understanding.

"Hey," Steve says, taking Eddie's hand in his, "do you wanna see the west with me?"

Steve buys the Winnebago.

[clockwork-nebula]

I knew p5r fucked me up when I was wandering around Kichijoji on 11/25, not really having a reason to do so apart from just looking at where Akechi once was, before eventually saving my game and loading my save from right before his rank 8. I just sat there looking at him, wandered around Kichijoji a bit more, and then I noticed something very odd. Maybe it was just the fact that Akira had a different outfit that responded to other colors better or something, but I could have sworn that Kichijoji was more vibrant in the save from 11/4.

Or maybe I'm just crazy and that could mean nothing, who knows.

[shu-box-puns]

Right so my brain was being a brain for once and decided to come up with a crossover concept for the 'You wanna be one of them' universe and 'I wouldn't have given you to them':

So we've got ('You wanna be one of them')Spider fucking around in the forest with the Sully kids past curfew because despite the RDA being on planet, they're still teens doing stupid shit. At least this time, Lo'ak, Kiri and Neteyam were quiet enough not to wake Tuk on their way out of camp. Of course, Neteyam is anxious the entire time they're out, convinced his radio collar is going to go off with Jake sternly telling all four of them to return home pronto. But that never comes.

They're having a grand old time, splashing each other with bioluminescent water and disturbing the insects. That is until there's a shout from the canopy, freezing all four kids. They're immediately drawing in close to one another, hands on weapons, privately debating if it would be better to be found by an RDA patrol or their furious parents.

They don't have to wait long as overhead, what sounds suspiciously like a slinth hisses, closely followed by a terrified shriek and then the crash of a body tumbling down through the canopy.

The figure lands hard on their stomach, momentarily stunned. They lay there motionless long enough for Spider to notice the rifle strapped to their back, the metal glinting in the glow of the undergrowth. Then they suck in a rattled breath and push themselves to their elbows and then up on their knees.

Spider sucks in a breath at Zaza's split lip and unkempt hair, weirdly shorter and fresh out of its braids. Surely they hadn't had enough time to unbraid it all so quickly after he 'went to bed' only an hour ago. Weirder still, they're dressed in avatar sized RDA military attire, and not the old stuff Norm has stuffed in the compound. These clothes look freshly made, newly torn from the fall, but not worn like the other avatar clothing Spider had seen the other scientists wearing.

Rubbing their temple with a hiss, Zaza finally notices all four kids, and instead of scowling and immediately launching into a rant about them breaking curfew, the avatar instead startles and falls flat on its back. With wide eyes, it snatches for the gun its suddenly sitting on and continues to frantically shuffle away from the kids.

<"What's up with them?"> Lo'ak whispers out of the corner of his mouth without so much as moving a muscle. At his back, Kiri shakes her head. Neteyam looks ready to bolt, his hand half lifted to his radio collar.

As usual, Spider made the first move. <"Hi, um, Za, fancy catching you out here so late,"> he carefully tucks his knife away, unnerved by the avatar continuing to scramble away from him. <"Any chance we won't get grounded for this?"> He asks plainly.

The avatar pauses, knuckles tight around the gun they still haven't managed to pull from under them. <"Do I, do I know you?"> They ask carefully, their Na'vi stilted and poorly pronounced. It was Zaza's voice, Spider recognised, but not how they spoke.

Brows furrowed he glances back to his friends who mirror his confusion. <"What do you mean?"> He presses, eyes raking over the avatar, only to linger on the fresh gash at their temple. <"Shit, did you hit your head on the way down?">

Their eyes flickered from Spider to the Sully kids over his shoulder. <"Y-yes?">

Lo'ak groans loudly, and the tension abruptly snaps. <"Uncle Tsu'tey is going to kill us.">

<"Why? We didn't do anything!"> Kiri immediatly butted in.

<"Lets just,"> Neteyam interjects calmly, his concern outweighing his fear of being caught. <"lets get them back home. Spider, you get their other arm.">

Zaza stares at them in mistrustful confusion, as the pair help them to their feet. Spider fusses over their tattered uniform.

<"Where is your atokirina knife?">

<"My what?"> Zaza asks, brows furrowed. They slap along their thigh until their hand comes into contact with the utility knife strapped to their waist. <"I have my knife right here?">

Now in hindsight, Spider realised that that should have been a dead give away. But in the middle of the forest, late at night, hours past his curfew, having found his possibly concussed parent in the middle of nowhere, he didn't find it odd. Instead of pressing for any further information, he and the rest of the Sully kids carefully guided Zaza back to High Camp.

Only to return to said Camp, to find Jake waiting for them, arms crossed and his foot tapping, flanked by Spider's Zaza, outside of their avatar and very much uninjured.

Human!Reader starred up at the recom, and Recom!Reader starred down at the human.

[novasintheroom]

Penpals headcanon - Vash x Reader

The letter writing starts as a little check-up on Vash. You can’t travel with him all the time, much like other friends on the road, so you start the age-old trend of writing letters to him. You leave small notes at each town’s postal service, never knowing if or when he’ll blow through. It’s almost like journaling, sending thoughts into the void. You don’t even expect a response, just hoping it might help take that sad look out of his eyes for a moment.

Until you get a letter back. Vash, with his chicken scratch for handwriting, and doodles of toma or himself because he’s self-conscious about how poor his penmanship is (he doesn’t have to write often!), and he wants to give you something for your efforts.

It doesn’t matter how often he receives your letters; he’s floored every time that you write to him. It becomes a game of scavenger hunt, trying to figure out where the next letter will pop up. Often, the first building Vash visits is the post office when coming into a new town. It becomes a habit, a little sparkle of hope in his eye when he sees buildings in the distance.

He starts collecting things on the road he can feasibly send to you. A pretty pebble, a green feather from a tomas, little things he can sneak into the post. You send photos back, showing off the jewelry you made from the item. A necklace against your throat. A feathery earring brushing your cheek. Your smiling face in them all. He treasures those photos more than he’s willing to admit.

He knows it can’t last forever, so he takes what is given. A stack of carefully wrapped letters always sits in his sack or one of his jacket pockets. He pulls them out when he has a moment of peace to allow himself an often-needed smile. The paper browns and softens with age and how often he thumbs over the ink. Some have bullet holes in them. He’s memorized most of the letters anyway, so it doesn’t bother him much. You do the same, though yours are crisper since your life isn’t nearly as dangerous as his.

This goes on for the better part of three decades, with random encounters with one another happening throughout. He thinks you’re getting older, that you’ll settle down at some point and forget to write him. Yet month after month and over the years, your letters come. It isn’t until one day Vash catches on that something doesn’t add up about you. The pictures you send show the same person, same face. He compares the newest to the oldest. Yeah, same person. Same age. And when you meet up after time has passed, you realize:

Neither of you have aged. Not in thirty years. Not even a little.

And suddenly, there’s a lot more to talk about.