#again sorry for any stress

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the artblock be hitteth Harder than normal, for tis not normal artblock. woe. Wally be upon ye

[pizzagame4000]

we all know human vigilante… but what about… slightly human vigilante

[poly-space-nerds]

hmmm thinking about Todoroki and Midoriya being childhood friends where they promised to marry each other so that todoroki could protect midoriya from bullies and he protects todoroki from his dad but one day todoroki just vanished and he doesn’t hear from him again until they end up in UA.

cue todoroki not wanting to get close because he’s still consumed by anger at his father and thinks Izuku won’t want to be his friend anymore since he’s changed so much and ignores him. Midoriya is hurt yet can’t stop thinking about him and the scar on his eye. i.e. they don’t interact in season 1. then sports festival happens and todoroki tells him everything. Midoriya is obvious like ‘i’m always gonna be your friend’ and ‘it’s your power isn’t it?’ while Todoroki is ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘thank you’.

The day after the sports festival has ended and everyone is back in class, Todoroki walks into the classroom, eyes set on Midoriya, gets on one knee and proposes. much to literally everyone else’s confusion.

[nonomives]

Guys just a gentle reminder, nothing serious or outright dangerous so please don't turn this into a big deal

Anyways, just a gentle reminder

Yall--pls chill out with the thirst. I get that Wally is attractive but pls control yourselves. At the very least don't make outright explicit comments (like using terms that are clearly NSFW) about Wally or any of the characters in welcome home in public sites

I'm personally speaking for myself here so I don't speak for everybody

This account is accessible for anyone to see, thus your comments are also accessible for anybody to see. I'm not uncomfortable more than I am worried about the discomfort it may cause to some. This isn't to target anybody, nor is this a means to talk down on anyone. I just want to get this idea across while it can still be calmly talked about

[bara-izu]

I forgot to mention on here!!

I got in to MCM London! See you guys in May!

[ef-1]

girlhood

[creaturefeaster]

can mimes feel any form of love towards the living / unliving or vice versa ??

Yes they can. It is very rare to see however, just because of the sheer differences they face in understanding each other & how either party expresses love.

Mimes are eons old, and they often have a very hard time fully understanding what it is to be alive, as well as what it means to feel organic love. For the mimes, the living cast have been alive for a mere fraction of their existence, equivalent to the time it takes to blink. The living have difficulties parsing mime's love language in turn, as well as how they choose to behave overall.

But still, it is not impossible. A mime can learn to understand the ways of life if they are committed and intune enough with it, but they would have to actively choose to want to love in the way the living does. Within their lifetime, a living being will likely not ever be able to learn how mimes love in full, so this compromise is necessary if true love between the two parties is to be achieved.

Holly for instance tries very hard to understand organic love, but in vain as she fails to grasp on a deep level why it is that the living behave the way they do when they are in love. Reasons for physical touch, curated communication, the sensations deep within one's chest that drive the way they feel about another person-- this is all lost on her and it's unlikely she'll figure it out soon enough before the living have been wiped out.

And the living, take a human for this example-- A human may be able to feel as though they love a mime, in their own way. If they believe they've connected with the mime a human may very easily harbor these feelings, but mimes have their own needs when it comes to love that a human could not possibly help with. The way colors haze together, the telepathic-like communication, the desire to feed and to be fed knowledge and thoughts endlessly to and by their partner, these realm-specific expressions aren't things the human could comprehend. So again, it is the mime that would have to compromise.

Then comes the issues with lifespans. Mimes do not die by age, while most living do. An undisturbed mime will outlive any organic life. The undead such as vampires which also do not re-die by age may be more suitable candidates, but even then a vampire would be doomed to parish first in such a relationship because if they manage to outlive all other life, they have outlived their entire food source and would die shortly after.

Hosting is a way for a mime to understand organic love a little better, as well as enabling them to be more physically intimate if they wish, but then you run into the problem of the living being generally adverse towards hosted mimes. That's somebody else's dead body they're lugging around. Yes, reactivated, but for many a living being that is a little too high of a hump to get over for the sake of love.

I maybe went a little too indepth about this, but ultimately it's possible, just incredibly difficult and unlikely.

Most attemts at a mime/living relationship would end up with the mime having to feign parts of organic love for the living's sake, and in turn feeling unfufilled as a human can't give back what love the mime craves.

[hwanswerland]

seongsang @ idol radio for @woosansang  our boys aggressively saying some more sweet things to each other

[raptureshots]

another. weird long Rant abt Frank Fontaine.. :-)

(NOTE: this is all just. pure speculation and from the perspective of. If Frank Fontaine was real. all fun and games here!!! i just like talking abt my fav characters okayy!!!!)

Frank spending so much just. time in Rapture definitely had some sort of effect on him and his outlook on his life. Frank at his core is a conman who lies and steals and assumes other identities, chances are hes always had to be ready to leave everything behind at any given moment.

I don't think he's ever stayed stationary for that long. he most likely never had the chance to, yknow? because of that he also probably was never able to build up a lot of meaningful relationships. he's never had a support system, no friends (besides Reggie, shout out), no family, all because he'll never know how long he'll be able to stick around.

Never holding a solid identity probably never did wonders for Frank either. He'd always have to change and adapt Topside, become a whole new person. but in Rapture he had time to actually explore himself. learn about his own likes and dislikes. actually gain some sense of self instead of what the situation called him to be. He had a chance to be normal, to actually live a simple life.

Being Atlas as well probably changed him lots too. Being a Revolutionary is tough, but also having to constantly keep up the front he put up as well? Yes, Frank is experienced and talented in what he does, but Atlas had SO MANY PEOPLE looking up to him and his ideals. Chances are, part of him fell to deep into the Con at some points. Causing himself unnecessary stress. Just so it wouldn't all fall apart.

Which. also makes me think about his Boss Form. It's called his "Atlas Form". Atlas. Form. Atlas the voice of the people. Frank Fontaine IS Atlas. Which I mean, yeah obviously but. there's sometimes so just. harrowing about him like that, being labeled as "Atlas" . its just so weird to think about, to me at least.

Frank Fontaine is just. such a convoluted character when you think about it deeply. anyways I'll shut up now (^_^)/

[there-is-just-me-myself-and-i]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[boxwinebaddie]

important uncle nina announcement

hello dear friends and earth angels. i have gone back and forth, done a lot of thinking on the matter and for the time being, it is with a very, very, very heavy and love-filled heart that i have decided to put peppermint on hiatus. <3

i'll go into more detail under the cut.

***at the bottom of the post, i created a sparknotes version if you don't want to read all that <3

in the beginning, i was writing peppermint to have fun and it was all i wanted to do with my free time because it was my nice little hobby. i did not feel any immense pressures around it and it was a very relaxing and cathartic experience for me. i was very empowered by all the kind and wonderful comments i got, but instead of taking my time, i felt like in order to keep you all interested and happy, i should put chapters out as fast as i can and not have you wait which...very quickly spelled disaster for me.

my summer disappeared. i cannot recall some of the days because i spent them forcing myself to write. my hot girl summer became a rot girl summer and it was the worst depression episode i have ever had. i self isolated from my friends, my family, i holed up writing. i was getting devoured by peppermint. my irl suffered because i was trying to stay 'on schedule' or mass produce my fanfic. :(

peppermint also fell into mild popularity a couple chapters ago and i was very excited because i had never had something i'd written get this much attention before, so i made all these social medias, tried to be the people's peppermint princess, be exciting and cool and flashy and was spinning in so many directions at once...

and at some point it all started to be too much for me.

this fanfic was no longer a funfic. it was something that i was struggling to write but trying to write to keep everyone happy. this is not to say i don't love peppermint i just need space from it. it just...takes a lot out of me because of the formatting and length...i found out i'd written about 170k....plus formatting and my friend told me that i had written the length of two full novels. without much break. which is kind of scary, no? impressive but also damaging.

so i am putting peppermint on hiatus.

i've decided not to force myself to write it. i will write it when i feel good and inspired, be that paragraphs or one line, two words. be in in two days or two months. peppermint will come out...whenever it does. no announcement. but for now please don't expect it from me.

i am thankful to have such a kind and loving fanbase for my fic and i have not experienced any cruelty but please please please do not badger me for pep or details about pep. please don't ask me when it's coming back, when it will be updated because i do not know and i don't want to write it under these conditions. i love pep but i can't write it right now in good conscious.

i know i left you all on a difficult cliffhanger, so you are welcome to ask me about 14 individually and if you don't mind spoilers i can tell you as little as a small detail to the whole chapter if it will ease your mind. i also would not mind telling you everything i'd planned to write in my fanfic. i honestly want to talk about it so much. just please treat me like a normal person and don't shake the fishbowl please.

because i still love it very much however, i will still try to answer ask memes, headcanons, one shots, questions for me, on this tumblr. send anything you want! all is very valued and appreciated by me, especially love and kind words at this time. i also think i may be 86ing the twitter...all the social medias, the tiktok, this tumblr, discord...it was waaaaay too overwhelming. so for now. you can message me here, on ao3 and i will take an occasional discord message.

even as pep is on hiatus...i will still be writing possibly. i started a crimson dawn au fanfic called rem(ember) on ao3. it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea and it certainly isn't peppermint, but i am very passionate about it. it is the fanfic that i was going to release if i didn't release peppermint -- i just didn't have the courage.

( also i am not replacing peppermint with it, writing rm is just helping me heal my relationship with writing, curing my writers block and providing me with a lot of the joy i lost towards the end of pep. i am writing it for me. and that feels empowering. )

i'm not sure how regularly that will update either, but chapter 2 will be out soon because i have 75% written and i am excited about it.

you do not have to read that fanfic if you don't want to! like i said, i am just having fun writing something gritty and fresh and raw and weird and starting over. i'm learning to let myself do what i want to do instead of what i feel other people want me to. and this...is what i feel like i want to do right now. i'm sorry if it's not the news you wanted, but i had to be authentic to myself.

( also if you do like it, please let me know on here or in the comments. you kno i love to hear from you guys! you can also ask me either pep/rm related things on tumblr always! )

tldr:

-pep is on hiatus

-why? i got overwhelmed and burnt out and depressed

-my irl suffered and it made me a little unwell tbh

-also i will be employed uncle nina soon so i have to focus on that

-idk when its coming back pls dont ask me

-decided to only write it when i feel good

-it will come out when it does or doesn't, with no warning sorry

-if the 13 cliffhanger haunts u, message me personally and i can tell u abt 14 if it will help u sleep at night ily

-nixing the twitter, socials will be tumblr and ao3

-too much social media presence was scary for me

-pls still send qs, one shots, ask memes, hc, stuff 4 me on tumblr!

-love answering ur questions, keeps pep in a positive brain place

-you can also send me stuff about rm! speaking of!

-i am writing a crimson dawn au fanfic called rem(ember)

-its kind of a jennifers body scott pilgrim darker comedy grittier raunchier more macabre psychological mystery thriller sp fic

-idk how regularly its coming out but i have a chapter 2 coming

-im writing it for me :) if u dont want to read it dw its just to help me with my writers block! i did a lot of world building for it

-rn it looks kinda weird after i post ch2 i feel like ull get a clearer picture <3

-i love you all thank u for supporting me! trying to do better xx

[dahldahlbills]

I really need to get serious about personal projects again

[sjonni33]

this is like. super embarrassing but yeah :/ i ripped my only pair of jeans today, which really sucks :( disability support has until nov 8 to decide over my case and until then i have 0 income except from the tiny bits i scrap by. uhm if anyone could like, spare a euro maybe? i'd be very grateful. i also have things listed in my shop, some are only 1 cent (or whatever you want to pay for it), i also have some stickers here, here and here. some prints here and here . shipping is as low as it can be <3 and i also offer discount codes (use RATASSES for 5% off!!) you can also commission me!!

i'd appreciate any help, even just in the form of sharing this post or reblogging/sharing my art!!

GOAL HAS BEEN REACHED!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!

[deeisace]

..

[straight4joekeery]

Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part eight)

Prev. Part one

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

The next week went by slow. Without literally all of his friends he had nothing to do. It was sad and really lonely honestly. So Steve did what any reasonable lonely human would do: get a pet.

He couldn’t get a dog they were way too much work. He had a poodle growing up and it was the most annoying dog ever. He definitely didn’t want to deal with that again. He would get a fish, but they aren’t that entertaining. Reptiles were horrifying and he would easily lose a rodent. So that left him with one option.

On Tuesday he went shopping. He went to the local pet store and bought everything he needed, or rather the cat needed. He bought all of the basic necessities plus a gigantic cat tower, a few too many toys, a harness (because why not?), and a normal amount of cat outfits (only like 25). $200 dollars later the pet store said he’d be able to pick up the kitten on Thursday. The cat was only a month old and was currently named Archie. He knew he was going to change his name, but he didn’t know what to change it to. The cat was all black except for his white paws. Which yes black cats were are supposed to be unlucky, but considering what he’d been through, an unlucky cat was the least of his concerns.

That Wednesday was the longest day of his life. It felt even lonelier in his house. He eventually decided the best way to spend his day was painting random things in his house. Which was an extremely good Idea surprisingly. When he was on his 10th object it was 9 pm (and he’d happily go to bed at 9 pm). Those ten items included: two mugs, little doodles on his mirror, the cup he keeps his toothbrush in, a plant pot, the watering can, a mason jar, his hairspray can, a ring tray, and last but certainly not least a guitar pick. He wasn’t the best artist so most were just ombrés and splatters.

When he woke up the next morning he immediately got dressed and ready. He couldn’t stand one more second of being ‘Sad Sack Steve’. He ran straight out to his car… but immediately had to go back inside because he forgot his keys. But then he was actually on his way.

He finally made it to the store and oh. Oh my god that was the cutest kitten he’d ever seen. He quickly finished all the nonsense paperwork and went home with a cat in his passenger seat. That’s when it finally hit him that this was a living being, that he had to take care of. That was… weird. A lot of responsibility. And plus he was going up to Indy tomorrow. What was he going to do? He supposed he could talk to his neighbor Amy and ask her to check on him. Amy was weird (to put it in literally the nicest was possible) but it’s better than nothing.

When he pulled in his driveway he walked next door to Amy’s. Thankfully she agreed. He thanked her a thousand times then ran back to the house, cat in hand. The cat was loud. Like extremely loud. But that was a good thing. It wouldn’t be so quiet all the time. Just in that moment, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Steve! Are you okay?”

“Eds? Yeah I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Robin called you like twenty times and when she gave up she called me so I could call you because apparently ‘Steve is way more likely to pick up the phone to you’. Did she tell you she makes me call her each time I get to a new hotel just so she can have each hotels number?” The cat was now meowing like crazy.

“Uhhh no she didn’t. Do you know why she called?”

“She said she just wants to make sure you’re going to Indy tomorrow. Steve… what’s that noise?

“I have a hypothetical.”

“Okay…? What is it?”

“Say I got a little black kitten. What would be a good name for it?”

…

“Hypothetically though.”

“I mean I’d personally name it Ozzy, but I know you personally wouldn’t name-“

“That’s perfect! Hypothetically.”

“Sure. Well I can’t wait to see this hypothetical cat!”

“Yeah yeah. Okay I should call Robin. Bye Eddie.”

“Bye Stevie. Tell Ozzy I said hello.”

“Will do.” He misses him. He misses him a lot. Blah blah blah this is a spiel we’ve all heard one too many times.

He called Robin back and told her that he was going to be there tomorrow. And about Ozzy.

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

“Ready for round two?” He called out the window.

“Of course!” Vickie yelled as they hopped in the car, “looking good again Harrington!”

“Why, thank you.” They drove back to the bar. They didn’t have a tape in so they just talked. Talked about everything and nothing. When they arrived Vickie pulled him aside.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry if this is weird, you don’t have to answer, but do you think you’re going to end up with Eddie?” She was right. That was weird.

“Uh honestly no. He’s not gay.” She frowned at that.

“Well I personally strongly disagree but if think that, why didn’t you dance with anyone last week?” Good question. He however didn’t know the answer to that.

“I don’t know Vick. I just felt like I had to,” why? Why did he think he had to, “maybe…maybe it was just in case he wasn’t. I didn’t want to chance not being able to be with him. Which I know is stupid because it will never happen.”

“Hey,” she placed he hand on his arm, “that’s not stupid. Again I do think you are wrong,” she sighed. How. How could she think that? What gave her a reason to? “But if you don’t think that, go have fun. Dance with people. Don’t waste you’re time chasing over someone who you believe you will never catch up to.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

“Okay. Let’s go. I promise I’ll let loose a bit.” She smiled and linked their arms as they walked inside.

“There you are!” Robin called, “i thought I was going to file two missing person reports!” They walked back to the same barstools they sat at last time and there he was. Trent. He didn’t remember exactly what he did to Steve. But he remembered that he hated him. No clue why. Might have just been angry drunk Steve for all he knew.

“Hey guys!” He smiled at them. Especially Steve. For a weird amount of time, “what can I get for you guys?” Robin was already drinking her Dirty Shirley. She was addicted to those things. She said ‘they are like Shirley Temples but better!’ He was not going to tell her that was the point.

“Can I just get a beer? I don’t really care what kind,” Vickie said. Didn’t peg her as the beer type, but hey! Never judge a book by its cover right?

“Yeah, me too.” Steve said.

“Alrighty! Give me one second!”

“Look,” Vickie said, “I love Trent but he uses the weirdest words sometimes.” Oh! That’s why he hated him last time.

“I noticed that! Last week he said ‘yikes’ like audibly and I almost gagged! I didn’t know people actually said that!” Steve exclaimed (but quietly so he wouldn’t hear).

Robbin giggled, “one time he said my outfit was ‘tubular’,” they all laughed and twisted their faces in mock disgust. Just then he came back.

“Here y’a go!” They said thank you but he didn’t move. He just stayed there. Oh well at least Steve has a piece of eye candy now. God he was hot, “so Steve, what do you do for work?” Yay! More small talk. He knew just the way to this man’s heart. He tried everything to not hate him again.

“I’m a teacher. Junior history,” why’d he elaborate? He surely didn’t care.

“That’s so cool! My favorite class of all time was my junior history. It’s the only class I ever understood. My teacher was the only nice one in the building too.” Woah. He did care. Weird.

“Cool…” cool? Really? That was lame. (LAME??? STEVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.)

Trent smiled at Steve for a second to long for it to be ‘bro like’, “well let me now if you guys need anything!” And he walked away. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him.

“Wow Steve!” Robin applauded, “look at you go. He was totally into you!”

“Yeah I could tell.” He looked at Vickie and blinked as a cry for help. She just shrugged. Just then the first man of the night walked up to Steve.

“Hey! My names Adam, I was uh wondering if you wanted to dance maybe? My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend just cheated on me and left.” Yikes (REALLY???). He looked towards Vickie and she mouthed, ‘you promised’.

“Yeah. Sure.” Adams face lit up. He held out a hand and he took it.

Now in Robins exact words, ‘you’re dance moves could kill! And by kill I mean make someone want to shoot their eyes out’ which only offended him to the point he cried later that night. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

“Uh Adam?” He looked up at Steve with questioning eyes. Adam was cute. Like adorable cute not I-want-to-rip-his-clothes-off cute. “I literally can’t dance. Like at all.”

He laughed, “me neither honestly. But if we hide in the crowd no one would ever see us!” He pulled Steve to the middle of Probably a good hundred people. He smiled. Like actually smiled. He liked this kid.

“How old are you Adam?” He immediately started blushing.

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Twenty-six”

“Cool. You like don’t have a boyfriend right?”

He snorted, “No, I’ve actually only officially dated one person, and that was about ten years ago.”

He laughed, “well that guy,” he nodded towards the door, “was my third. And obviously i have some special kind of charm because this same situation happened every. Single. Time.”

“Jeez. That really sucks. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “nah it’s fine. Never actually liked that guy at least. He was just in a band that was popular at some point and died down,” he laughed, “if I’m being honest I thought I could use him for publicity. That did not turn out well though.” Huh. That’s strange.

He laughed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just kinda coincidental. This one guy that I’ve literally been pinning over for years just left to go on tour.”

“No it’s fine! That is kinda weird. And that really does suck… I don’t think I got you’re name?”

“It’s Steve.”

“Well Steve I’m sorry about that. Does he like you back?” He was convinced neither of them were actually in to each other. But that was okay. He was a super nice kid. (He was literally only three years younger but he was still going to call him kid.)

“Well I am sure he doesn’t but all of my friends think otherwise. Plus I only realized I liked him when he left.”

“Well I know I’m a complete stranger and have no right to say this, but they are probably right. All of my friends told me to stay away Tony because he was no good. And here we are,” Steve didn’t know why he was so calm about this, “hey uh Steve i better get going but,” he took a pen out of his back pocket and wrote on Steve’s arm, “call me. We should hang out. You’re cool.”

“I will. Thanks.” He nodded and walked back to the girls. They were literally jumping up and down.

“How’d it gooo?” Vickie said grabbing his hands.

“Good! He was nice! And we’re going to hang out soon,” he said waving his arm. They gave each other a weird look.

“Hang out?” Robin asked looking very disappointed.

“Yeah. We didn’t click like that. But it’s fine. At least I have more than four friends in the area now!”

“Who’s the fourth?”

“Ozzy, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I had my time. Now it’s your turn, go. Go have fun! But not to much fun!” He called as they ran away. He took a swig of his beer that he’d left there.

“Young love strikes once again!” Trent called from behind him. This dude needed to stop sneaking up on him. But this time he smiled back at him. He just kept staring at him. Like a concerning amount. And he noticed, “penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing it’s just..” screw it, “want to dance?” His face got even brighter than Adam’s

“I’d be honored. But I only have like five minutes because I do work here,” they grinned at each other. They made their way to the people again. He caught Vickie looking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes at her. “I got the impression last time that your weren’t too fond of me.”

“Sorry it’s just that I get really easily irritated when im drunk. But then I can just switch up and immediately become the giggly drunk that we all aspire to be.”

“I get it. My ex was like that. She was… interesting.” He thought it was so amazing how open people could be about their sexuality’s here. He also just now noticed that they were in fact not dancing but just standing there. Which he was not mad about because again: he could not dance. “I think you’re really neat Steve.” Neat?? Okay this dude was kind of, sort of, really really weird with his vocabulary. But as we established with Eddie: Steve liked weird. (He’s literally been with two dudes that have at least been a little interested, and he’s still Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Edd-)

“You too.” They just stood there looking at each other for a long time. Before Trent leaned in a bit. Woah. This is weird. What is happening.

“Stevie, can I?”

Did he hear him correctly? Did he just call him Stevie? It sounded oddly romantic. The word were ringing in his ears. Oddly. Romantic. But it couldn’t be. That’s all Eddie ever called him. He guesses pet names were meant to be flirty. But no. There’s no way. Eddie could not like him. (THERE IS A MAN IN FRONT OF YOU!! SNAP OHT OF IT!)

He realized he hadn’t responded for a while, “I’m so sorry,” he said. And ran off. He ran outside. He needed air. There was no way. Why was he even thinking this? Did Eddie like him back. He suddenly remembered the phone call from last week.

Okay, love you Eddie. Goodnight.

Goodnight Stevie.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that. But he didn’t freak out when he did. He didn’t say it back. But he didn’t say it was weird. And he called him that stupid name again. He thinks back over Vickie’s, Robin’s, and even Adam’a words. There was no way this was happening. Eddie might actually like him. Was he? Wrong?

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

Next

FINALLY. this is the dream I had. This was what this whole fic was based around. I just reread this and realized how choppy and weird the ending was but oh well. I didn’t know how else to make it work. I also didnt at all plan to add Ozzy. I zone out when I write and before I knew it boom he was there. Every steddie fic needs some sort of animal named Ozzy tho. Also I will never stop apologizing for how short these are. It’s actually not that short but still. I’ve been super unmotivated and tired. Really tired. I also would like to make it clear that I hate Trent. He did nothing wrong I just don’t like him. This is a hill I will die on. Oh well. Love Adam tho. Also one of the funniest things to me is whatever trope you think this is, you’re wrong 😈. Anywayyssss. Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged in future parts! And thanks for reading

This will be on AO3 soon I just need to find a time to do it. It will also be extended there most likely.

Tag list: @asbealthgn @queerbeansworld @bird-with-pencils @vecnuthy @artiststarme @captain-winter-wolf-aehs @piningapple @rowendyss @steve-themom-harrington @lfaewrites @azreadytodie @thequeenrainacorn @pastel-dreamscape @importanttimemachinenerd @jehneeg @swagaliciousmarie @mightbeasleep @krazyperson @milkshakeflower @fando-random @bumblebeecuttlefishes @swimmingbirdrunningrock @gregre369 @fluffyreturns @scheodingers-muppet @wonderland-girl143-blog