#THIS FIC HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR MONTHS
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zephyrchama · 5 months ago
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(Based on that one scene from B99)
“Lucifer, your wrist looks kind of funny.”
All eyes turned to the Avatar of Pride when Leviathan pointed this out. They were supposed to be organizing the house library, but it was a long and boring task. One that everyone wanted to finish quickly, yet nobody could find the motivation to make any real progress.
“Oh no! What happened?” Asmodeus leaned over a table to try and steal a peek. Lucifer’s wrist was, indeed, bent in an odd manner. He used his non-dominant hand to shuffle some papers in order.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
“Yeah, Asmo!” Mammon jeered. “Back off, leave the guy alone.”
Lucifer ignored his brothers, icy gaze focused on the documents in hand. They were papers that had been misfiled and did not belong in the library. He reminded everyone in the room to “behave yourselves” before disappearing into his office.
Curious eyes followed him until he was truly out of sight. Then, the brothers exchanged fascinated looks. It’s not every day that Lucifer get injured.
“Alright, everybody bring it in. Huddle up.” Mammon ushered everyone to come close with a sweep of his hand. The boys reluctantly formed a loose circle.
“What are you up to now?” Belphegor asked with a sigh. “I want to finish this already.”
Mammon pretended not to hear as he whisper-shouted, “so, he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.”
”He’s in a fight club,” Beelzebub suggested.
“No. He did it doing something he’s embarrassed by.” Satan was quick to catch on to the truth.
Beelzebub followed up with, “oh. Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist playing fangol last year.”
“Really? I don’t remember that,” Belphegor said.
Leviathan asked, “you think Lucifer was playing fangol?”
A deep growl suddenly came from the doorway. There was no warning or indication that Lucifer would be back so quickly. Yet, the man in question had returned. His menacing quickly caused the group to shut up.
“I can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office, but I don’t think it’s relevant to your jobs. The jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work.”
The brothers scattered like roaches back to their respective corners of the library. All except for Satan, who Lucifer beckoned over with his finger. Satan hesitated at first, but it was better to go along with Lucifer when his mood was sour. The two stepped out for a minute, far enough away that no one else would overhear.
“What?” Satan was fed up with this conversation and it hadn’t even started.
“Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
Satan’s eyebrows flew up and he took several seconds to think about the question. What an odd offer. There was nothing for Lucifer to gain by telling him this, was there? Though, if he spent too long thinking Lucifer might change his mind and leave his little brother wondering what happened forever. With an oddly docile tone of voice, Satan responded, “...Yes.”
While Satan was busy wondering how to respond, Lucifer had taken out his DDD. He was scrolling through a menu in search of something. “I was hula hooping. Diavolo and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.”
“No way.” Satan's true thoughts leaked out. It was so dumb, it couldn’t be true.
Lucifer raised his phone to Satan’s eye level. The proof was there. ”I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss. The tornado. The scorpion, the oopsie doodle.”
With each and every silly name, Lucifer swiped to a new photo on his phone. There he was, doing the pizza toss. Showing Diavolo how to do the scorpion. Performing a flawless oopsie doodle. Satan was stupefied, his mouth ajar.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because no one…” Lucifer selected all of the images. He tapped on a trash can in the corner of the screen. The images, every last one, disappeared. “…will ever believe you.”
“No!” Satan lunged for the phone in vain. “You sick, twisted, son of a-”
“You got your answer," Lucifer told him. "Get back to work."
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miwiromantics · 7 months ago
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Hear me out but Mike getting vecna’d and El using her powers to get into his mind place and save him. She gets into his mind but isn’t able to find him anywhere until she hears soft crying. It’s Mike holding Will in his arms, blood dripping from the other boy’s eyes.
El can hear Mike whispering something to Will, something along the lines of ‘don’t leave me’ or ‘please come back’. He’s clutching onto Will’s hand and placing it towards his lips, fully sobbing now.
El places a hand on Mike’s shoulder and he quickly turns around. ‘Mike, it’s not real’ she whispers but Mike is inconsolable. He breaks down holding El’s arm, repeatedly choking out ‘it’s my fault, it’s all my fault’. She pulls his arm hurriedly and tells him ‘let’s go, it’s not safe hear’
But before she could insist further, a voice booms ‘why do you love someone who doesn’t love you back, Eleven?’ And El is transfixed while Mike holds Will’s body closer to his chest. ‘Why do you waste your time trying to save him?’
In the background the beginning of ‘small town boy’ plays as El can hear the real Will’s voice talk to her, saying ‘quick El please, find him’ and she can hear the desperation in his voice. She stops to look back at Mike, who was still on the floor, cradling fake Will’s body. And she understands.
She understands everything.
Just think about it.
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autisticburnham · 4 months ago
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Michael seemingly has Alice in Wonderland memorized, so I know in my heart and soul that during her year without Discovery and the Federation when she felt so alone and disconnected from everything she'd ever known, she recited it to Book and put her little anthropology hat on explaining all the old timey/Earth things he wouldn't understand about it
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ablogcalledrevenge · 1 year ago
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Breakfast Surprise
@steddiemicrofic prompt: birthday // WC: 529 // Rated G
For the amazing @steddieas-shegoes! Happy Birthday! This is only my second fic in the fandom but the prompt inspired me and I was bored at work, so here you go! I hope you like it!
He wakes up to the sound of Britney Spears, which all things considered, is not how he wants to wake up on his birthday. But then again, there was a time when Eddie didn’t think he’d reach his 21st birthday, let alone his 33rd. So he can deal with the Princess of Pop.
But that does raise the question; who is playing music this morning? The obvious answer is Steve, because duh, who else? But since it is Eddie’s birthday and since Steve did say he had a surprise, Eddie is inclined to act like a detective and give in to the silliness. He gets up out of bed, his hip twinging a little like it does on colder mornings, and makes his way towards the kitchen. The sound of Britney gets a little louder, as does the sound of talking and laughing. The visual he gets when he finally reaches the doorway of the kitchen makes him wish for a camera.
Steve is pouring pancake batter onto the griddle, glasses on and yellow pajama pants low on his hips. Livy is standing on a stepstool, dropping chocolate chips onto each pancake, her small hands dropping each one with intense concentration. She’s got her Cookie Monster nightgown on, the little ruffles swaying as she dances to the song playing. The morning sun is coming in through the window, bringing out the blonde in their hair, and the rays of light draw Eddie’s eyes towards an empty coffee mug on the table, with Robin’s usual lipstick stain. While he’d love her to be here too, Eddie knows she had to go in early for work.
Steve and Livy still haven’t noticed him, content to sing slightly off key and flip pancakes. He’s about to say something, maybe ask where-
“You’re supposed to be in bed.” A little voice pipes up behind him, causing Eddie to jump.
“Holy shi-sh-shhh! You scared me.” He flounders, looking down at Ellie who looks far too exasperated for her tender age of 4. It’s frankly adorable and the way Eddie’s heart expands at the sight of her scrunched up face honestly makes him worry a little. His heart’s been through a lot, could it handle the stress? Ellie reaches for his hand and pulls him fully into the kitchen.
“Daddy spoiled his surprise. He got out of bed.” She announces to the room. Livy jumps down from her stool and runs towards Eddie, extending her arms up. He gladly grabs her and spins them around, peppering her face with kisses.
“I couldn’t help it! I smelled breakfast cooking and knew I had to investigate!” He laughs as Steve sets the table with breakfast. Ellie pulls out a chair, standing on the seat to raise herself higher. Steve picks her up to make it even. The girls are very concerned with things being even right now, so both men would rather go along with it than cause a fight.
“Happy Birthday Eddie.” Steve says quietly, leaning over to give him a soft kiss. The girls in turn each kiss Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie can’t think of a better breakfast, a better morning, a better birthday.
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plum-petals · 1 month ago
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My smile shifts from cordial to predatory. “I dabble in poisons. It’s a lifelong passion of mine.” 
Both of their eyes widen. “What does that have to do with them?” Syrena asks. 
“How else would I have killed them?” I hum lightly in amusement. “They don’t quite stay dead when you stab them if you don’t have one of those daggers. I had to get creative a few times. You know what they say, poison is a woman’s weapon.” 
Chapter 56 of Life of Spies is up! We have the conclusion of the dagger run, but this is not the end of Violet's unhinged arc.
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ninvic-art · 11 months ago
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A couple of doodles for @moonyinpisces's stroke play (go read it NOW!!!!)
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kinaesthetiqueer · 11 months ago
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"no, wait, we were just trying to find a viable back up pulse point–! we were only practicing–! i mean, we were experimenting–! we were just testing something new–! we just didn't want to try it on the bed–!"
nora... there is no hetero explanation for this.
and once she comes down from that bloodhigh? weiss is gonna have a fucking fit.
[no, this scenario is not series canon for 10,001 reasons. yes, there are still a variety of later-series easter egg spoilers because i am incapable of shitposting inaccurately. yes, the femoral artery is located on one's inner thigh. no, this really isn't a euphemism; it just looks super suspicious to third parties. it actually is just the usual arterial blood drinking.]
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eqt-95 · 1 year ago
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untitled supercorp excerpt
It was a clever plan. It was so clever Lena was about to pat herself on the back.
Until the cursed wheelie chair whirred across the grated floor and brought the last thing she wanted to see on this or any other depraved planet back into view.
“What are you doing?” Kara asked.
“Going out,” she replied stiffly, adjusting her bag and checking that her scarf was tucked securely into her neckline. She’d only finally extracted the last grains from her last sand-ezvous, and she was not keen to revisit that experience.
“Uh, no you aren’t,” Kara said flatly. It put Lena’s teeth on edge.
“Funny,” Lena began, rounding on the blonde now towering over her by four annoying inches, “I don’t take orders from Supergirl.” “They weren’t orders,” Kara huffed, her arms crossed and stepping between Lena and freedom. Well, sort-of-freedom.
“Then get out of my way.”
“I wouldn’t expect someone so good at holding grudges to be so forgetful,” Kara replied far too smugly.
“I'm fully functioning in that department, thanks.”
“Oh, so then you didn’t forget the Goobs lurking around every corner.”
“Hardly. Now please-”
“We should wait until the next cycle. Until I can go out-”
“That’s eight days away, and in case you bothered to notice, we’ve got just enough amorphous gray goop to last two.”
“Then I’ll go" Kara said, all cheeto-puffed out chest and heroic vibrato. "Solo.”
Lena scowled. “You are incompetent and powerless.”
“Not if you radio the instructions to me.”
“How do you expect me to instruct you to do something I haven’t even seen?”
“I’ll… I can describe it to you.”
“You may have won a Pulitzer, but don’t be so misguided to think it had anything to do with your vivid imagery, Supergirl.”
Kara flinched, her chest deflated, and Lena felt emboldened.
“I’ll take my chances,” Lena said, pushing past Kara. “I’m not risking another setback.”
“Lena-”
“What?” Lena snarled, fingers gripping her sunglasses with a threatening creak.
“Let me.”
“Why?” Lena asked, swinging to face Kara.
“B-because,” Kara stammered.
“Because? That’s why?” Lena scoffed haughtily. “Because, because, because,” she continued, a mocking tone, “Ambiguity is no different than deceit, Supergirl. What is it this time, hm? Can’t trust a Luthor? Can’t risk me sabotaging your heroic return? Can’t-
A chair flying, glass shattering, and a symphony of clanging metal-on-metal interrupted her.
“What the fuck Ka-”
“Because I can’t fix you!” Kara shouted.
Lena blinked, her corporate demeanor stunned by the shards of glass glittering the floor and the seething anger coming from the powerless Kryptonian in front of her. The wheelie chair spun uselessly as a final stack of scrolls tumbled to the ground and spilled across the floor.
“Excuse me?”
“I can’t… You’re not,” Kara began, looking perplexed, disoriented - scared? It did nothing but feed the inferno of loathing Lena felt. “You’re not a gadget or some gizmo or… you’re not me. You can’t be fixed with a sun or a-a lamp. If you get hurt - you could get hurt.”
"You'd get your wish then," Lena replied icily before pushing open the door and stepping into swirling winds of dust and red haze.
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stone-stars · 1 year ago
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sleepsong - callie has nightmares / calder dreams of the helm / sol doesn't let himself sleep (they help each other)
i wrote a fic about duck team helping each other with sleep! don't worry about the wordcount <3
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danieyells · 7 months ago
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Acimo unscrambles into Camio, and Camio is depicted as standing on burning coals when answering questions, which I assume is the aspect of it that grants Ritsu his pseudo-invulnerability
And I imagined that when Ritsu made his wish it was something like to be unshakeable and impenetrable. He mostly meant it figuratively but as @ritsu-shinjo puts it, being immune to being punched in the face makes Ritsu very smug.
And I imagined that Camio gave him a trial. Just a little one. Maybe even before he made the wish--Leo said the demons chose them after all, so I can imagine that Camio tested Ritsu before he was ever in a situation where he would be desperate enough to sell his soul for a wish.
Ritsu found himself in some vast void or pit in hell or something. But the only thing of note between him and the bird-demon watching him was a little road of burning coals. And all Camio asked him to do was walk to where he stood across the coals. If it hurt too much or he was too frightened the path was narrow enough that he could go off the side. But if he truly believed himself worthy of the change he desired--if he really wanted to be able to help his father--he need only walk through the coals, for the trials ahead of him in life would be equally difficult, if not moreso. His soul was the only cost. But he would live normally. Should Camio need more of him, such as to use his soul while his body lived on or some such, he would know.
Ritsu, of course, requested this contract in writing. It was provided and signed(Camio 'signed' with one of his little clawed bird feet in red. . .'ink'--unsettling but not all that different from a hanko stamp Ritsu supposed) and Ritsu looked at this coal path and his bare feet(this was definitely a dream because his pajamas had mysteriously disappeared and he felt unbothered by his own nudity) and. He walked. And it burned but he was determined. He was worthy. He wasn't going to back down.
And the coals started to give way and sink a bit. They sank his ankles and they burned the whole of his feet. But he kept walking through them, trying to lift his feet up further to unsink himself. But he sank further, down to his calves. It wasn't too late to turn back and escape--but he refused to show weakness or doubt in himself. He wasn't going to show weakness to some nightmare. He kept walking and sank further--knees thighs hips and finally one step just dropped him wholly into a pit where the coals swallowed him completely.
At first he was terrified--but he realized it. Didn't hurt? It was a little hard to breathe, the fire was swallowing his oxygen, but he wasn't in pain. And if he moved his arms or legs the coals moved out of the way. He felt extremely warm, like burning, but not pain and feom what little he could see of his own hands through the coals he wasn't. Burning at all. His body was fine.
He kept walking in the direction he'd been facing. He felt a wall in front of him and when he pressed his hand against it he felt the coals covering him fall away to the ground around him and he was back in his room, pajamas back where they ought to be, no hellish void and his skin cooling down, the only coal left burning in his own hand with the little demon bird stood atop it.
It sang and for a moment he understood. Congratulatory. "Well done, Coalwalker."
The bird flapped its wings and the coal in his hand turned to the contract they had signed, Camio itself becoming a thick smoke he inhaled with a sharp gasp but didn't feel any need to cough from his lungs.
"Should you need the agreed upon strength again, you need only recite the incantation: Acimo."
"Acimo. . . ." He felt stiff, but not tense. Heavy, but not weighed down by his body. Sliding, and tilting, and-- "aah!"
His mattress slid and tilted sideways off of his bed, depositing him onto the floor with a thump much louder than he was sure was truly necessary, his bedside table sliding along the floor some from his head thumping against it. It didn't hurt despite that he felt his elbow collide with the floor--and when he squinted into the dark, hearing his mother running down the hall towards his room in response to the noise, he was certain he saw a divot in the wood where he'd cracked it on impact. None on the rest of the floor at least, but it seemed the desire to be 'unshakeable' had manifested in an increased density.
"Ritsu! Are you alright!?" His mother called into his room. "I'm coming in, okay?"
"Yes, that's fine--I'm alright. . . ." He wasn't in any pain at all. Not from his elbow in the floor or his head hitting the corner of the table. No pain, no blood, no disorientation beyond what was expected from sliding down suddenly--and the sudden lights from the hall and his room light turning on once his mother had opened the door and run over. She reached out to examine him, worried for his wellbeing. Noted his tension--the stiffness that hardened his body when he recited that incantation--and he reassured her that he was simply tense from suddenly waking up falling down. Something guided him to how he could disable the power and he 'relaxed' with a few deep breaths before his mother could worry over him further, although she still insisted on a quick trip to the emergency room to make sure he hadn't had some sort of seizure or fractured anything in his fall.
They replaced his bedframe and had the floor repaired in the coming weeks.
On the way home from the emergency room with his clean bill of health, his mother pointed out to him how rare and odd it was to see a thrush so far into the city. It tweeted at him, and he knew it was for him though he no longer understood its song, and flew away.
It would be a long time before he found use for the physical power he'd been given, but knowing that he was practically immune to physical pain bolstered his mind. Unshakeable. Impenetrable.
He need only become a fully fledged lawyer--the best lawyer in Japan--and he would absolve his father of the mounting accusations against him. This wish was only a piece in his true wish.
Nothing would get in his way, now that he had walked the coals.
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stonathandreamer · 7 months ago
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Uncles
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Summary: Steve and Jonathan are going out on a date, and they enlisted Will and Mike to babysit their baby daughter.
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: A little Byler fic for my Byler mutuals 🥰. Also, I'm finally on vacation from work 🥳 which means a 1000% increase of Stonathan content! You guys have no idea how much research I do about babies whenever I write a "Married!Stonathan with a daughter" fic. I'm an expert at this point.
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"Okay, so, she needs to be in bed at 7:15 pm, sharp, clear? Not 7:16 pm. Not 7:14 pm. 7:15 pm. I don't want my baby's sleep schedule to get all messed up because of you two dipshits. There are some diapers in her bag and her bottle, too. Oh, and her plush bunny, she likes her bunny."
"Steve..."
"And don't exaggerate on her dinner, alright? It's 2 ounces of cooked ground meat, 1/2 a cup of vegetables - she likes broccoli, by the way - 1/2 a cup of mashed potatoes, and some milk."
"Steve..."
"If anything happens, you call us, alright? Or Joyce."
"Steve..."
"And I swear, if anything happens to my baby, your asses are grass, you dipshits—"
"Steve!" Will repeats Steve's name for the thousandth time this evening, trying to get his brother-in-law just to shut up and calm down before Steve has a stroke right in front of him. "Don't worry, okay? We'll take good care of her. You and Jonathan go have some fun."
Steve narrows his eyes, not buying Will's reassurance. He feels like he needs to threaten them just a little more so they can fully understand the responsibility they are about to bear. But before he can utter another word, his husband wraps an arm around his waist and brings him closer.
"Let it go, Steve. They can handle it. And quit being a worrywart. I don't want you to get an aneurysm before we leave the house." Jonathan smirks teasingly at Steve, gently pinching Steve's side.
Steve scoffs under his breath but knows better than to argue against Jonathan. Rule number one of marriage with a Byers: you don't argue with your Byers husband. He's always right.
"Fine, I'll shut up... But if any—"
"Steve," Honestly, if Will had a nickel for every time he said Steve's name in the past hour. "Don't worry. We can handle her, right, Mike—"
"OW!" Mike yelps as the baby in his arms pulls hard at his hair. He tries, in vain, to get the baby to let go of his hair, but it's in vain. Elizabeth seems to have a profound liking for his locks. "O-ow! Quit it, kid. Let go!"
Will chuckles at seeing his boyfriend getting bullied by his 1-year-old niece. Jonathan fights to contain a small smile, but the corner of his lips twitches upwards while Steve smirks and steps forward. He leans down to Elizabeth's eye level and gently pats her head.
"Yeah, we know, princess, the Wheelers kinda suck—"
"Hey—!"
"—But be good to your Uncle Will and Uncle Mike while we're away, okay?"
Steve kisses his daughter's forehead, and Jonathan follows suit, adding a gentle pinch on her chubby cheek.
"Have fun with your Uncles, baby. Don't give them a hard time."
Elizabeth giggles at receiving attention and affection from her dads, momentarily forgetting how fun it was to pull at Mike's hair. She watches as Steve and Jonathan leave through the front door before turning back to look at Mike.
"Nu-uh. Don't you dare, Lilibet..."
"Hey!" Will sends his boyfriend a fake glare of irritation while resting his hands on his hips. "That's my nickname for her, Mike."
Mike rolls his eyes while jerking his head back a little to keep his hair away from Elizabeth's grabby hands. He offers her his finger instead, which the baby happily accepts and begins playing with. "Right, sorry, I forgot no one's allowed to call her that but you." He glances down at the baby in his arms, who's thoroughly distracted by his finger, before turning back to Will. "So... What do we do know? I have, like, zero experience with babies."
"Seriously?" Will asks with a raised eyebrow while tilting his head slightly to the right. "You have zero experience with babies? You, the guy who has a baby sister?"
"Hey, my experience with Holly resumes with playing peek-a-boo and tea parties."
Will rolls his eyes and chuckles, imagining little Mike with a pink bow in his hair playing with Holly, raising his pinky while pretending to drink tea. He walks to the couch, Mike in tow, and sits down. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, flipping through the channels until finding something family-friendly to watch while babysitting Elizabeth.
"Well, we just need to keep an eye on Lilibet, feed her, and put her to sleep."
Mike hums in response as he sets Elizabeth down in his lap and bounces his leg to entertain the baby, whose attention lies on the colorful cartoon on the TV. Mike glances at Will, who's also paying attention to the TV, and speaks softly, not wanting to bother either Will or Elizabeth.
"Hey, Will? Do you remember our first date?"
Will averts his gaze from the TV and sets his eyes on Mike, briefly affectionately rolling them while smiling at the memory.
"If you call lying down on Hopper's air mattress and watching movies together all night in my living room, yes, I do. Why?"
"Nothing, I just... Remembered it."
Will hums in response, not buying Mike's excuse. He happens to know his boyfriend all too well and knows exactly what Mike's thinking.
"You know... Steve still has that air mattress he bought when he took Dustin camping."
Mike and Will share a knowing look, mentally communicating their plan and nodding in sync.
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"I can't believe you made me split the bill with you, Steven," Jonathan comments as he steps out of the car, closing the door behind him and shoving his hands inside his jacket pockets.
"That's how married life is, Jon. There's no 'I pay the bill' no more."
Jonathan huffs indignantly and shakes his head while waiting for Steve to lock the car so they can walk together to the front door.
"Yeah, but I paid the bill last time. You should have paid it this time—" Jonathan cuts himself off as realization dawns on him, and he narrows his eyes at Steve. Damn bastard, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? So we can go out again."
"Guilty as charged, babe," Steve winks at his husband and gives Jonathan's butt a gentle slap, "I owe you dinner. Next week, Friday, at Enzo's. Don't be late, handsome."
Jonathan shakes his head. He should have known better than to doubt Steve's geniuses.
"Fine. Next Friday, at Enzo's. Don't forget your wallet, handomse." He kisses Steve before fishing the house keys from his pocket and unlocking the front door. "I hope Lizzie didn't give them a hard time."
He turns the keys on the lock and slowly opens the door, not wanting to risk startling anyone inside. The lights are off, save for the TV, with a kid's cartoon playing in a low volume. Steve and Jonathan's eyes immediately go towards the floor, where Mike, Will, and Elizabeth are sleeping on a blue air mattress. Will is sleeping on the right side, Mike on the left, facing each other, and Elizabeth in the middle, with Will's arm around her as the baby hugs one of Mike's hands. The trio is tucked under a yellow blanket, keeping them warm from the cold night of Hawkins.
Jonathan's heart instantly melts at the sight before him. His mind instantly revisited his memories of when Will and Mike were just little kids having countless sleepovers - some of which Jonathan participated in when he was 11 years old or so.
"Aw, they look so cute. I need to go grab my camera!"
Steve, meanwhile, keeps his eyes locked on the sleeping trio, his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.
"Damn... I've been looking for this mattress for ages."
"Really? You're thinking about the mattress, Steve?" Jonathan raises an eyebrow at Steve's words before aiming his camera at the trio and snapping a couple of photos (a hundred or so, just a few).
"Hey, it's an expensive mattress, Jon. And how many photos are you planning on taking?"
"Just a few," Jonathan comments as he presses the button repeatedly.
Steve rolls his eyes fondly, knowing there's no natural or supernatural force in this realm or the next that will stop his husband from taking countless photos of their daughter. No doubt they'll need to buy a third photo album for Elizabeth before she turns two.
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somedayillbepeterpan · 3 months ago
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All the polinweek contributions are making me happy 🥰
I want to participate but I’m moving houses at the moment (real life in the way) 😭 so I’m just going to add the synopsis of my angsty fic that makes me cry every time I add on it. I hope to put this out next week when it’s less crazy.
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“Yes, my lord?” his wife, a picture of contentment, who never showed any sign of distress over the whole child-business, looked at him. Her eyes always startled him. Having the colour of the sky, there was a clarity, strength, and honesty in it that he felt he could never match.
He would regret his decision later. And he would plead forgiveness to every god he encountered if only to offload the burden of what he was about to get his wife to do.
Alfred willed his nerves to calm down. Took a deep breath. Closed his eyes for a moment and looked at Penelope.
“What do you say to finding a surrogate whom you can have a child with?
—- from The Surrogate Chapter 1
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Synopsis: Alfred and Penelope are newly married but they discovered that they cannot have children. A plan to get a surrogate changes the course of their lives forever.
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surachelledraws · 2 months ago
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You wake up in the middle of the night and these weird fuckin birds are starin at you from across the yard and you’re pretty sure you’re the one that can see them. Wyd?? (full sketch page under the cut)
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take-aim · 3 months ago
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And Suddenly
I found myself creating a tribute playlist for @renaerys's "Bury Them With A Smile". Because 1, it's so easy, so familiar, the timeline where the Reds were written in. Early 2000s? Same period where the roots of my musical taste were established. 2, It didn't help that BTWS Brick was an emo hipster here because brother, I was too HAHA (maybe still am, music-wise). I GET YOU. Point was, I understood Brick's weirdness here. How the Reds could be lonely and ostracized merely because they're unrelatable. And it's ironic because that, itself, makes them the most relatable in this story for some of us loner kids back in the olden times.
I already outgrew the kind of loneliness portrayed but! I still knew the feeling by heart. It both pinched my heart, triggered my bittersweet tears and tickled my funny bone at the same time because those were the simpler days. And this story captured the silliness of it all.
Thus here I am, making an indulgent playlist for this super hilarious fic (yes, it's hilarious jesas. Pls do give it a read). Imagining the kind of nostalgic music teen Brick and Blossom would listen to on their CD player while on a field trip ride.
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streetsweepershenanigans · 1 year ago
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The first half of There! Right There! from the Legally Blonde Musical, but it's people (or even the daggers) speculating about Iceman at an event or something and then Mavericks comes in and kisses and him and it turns out he's both gay and European.
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