#flight of a robin (oc)

[stormystarlight]

just realized i never posted the little baby trans five comics. how dare i

[toasterdrake]

"No offense, but you're the last person I expected to see."

Dimples impressing her cheeks, Yasmina was still smiling, so Robin didn't take offense, shrugging instead. "Then my surprise worked." The charismatic grin she wore softened into a real smile. "It's good to see you, Yaz."

"Hell, you too." Yasmina tugged her back in for a stronger hug, hands folding firmly into the leather of her jacket. "You have no idea," she added quietly, voice muffled by her place nestled in the crook of Robin's neck.

writing their reunion in oasis got me like

bonus bc theyre cringe losers:

if anyones wondering yeah yaz does punch robin. are we surprised?

[bread--quest]

oc tournament: round 1 match 6!

picrew

Robin:

xe/xem

24

pansexual

a ball of energy and ideas!!!

very much an Ideas Person but also a Getting Those Ideas Done person, and will see something through to the end, hell or high water. relentlessly stubborn and optimistic, for better and for worse!

Peony:

she/her

20

bisexual

girl fuck you.

described as "joker-esque", "american psycho for girls", and "the ghost of second wave feminism", peony is the bane of pretty much everyone else at knockoff buzzfeed's existence. why does she have a knife.

[streamafterlaughter]

Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XIV: Sharing Beds like Little Kids

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev. | read on ao3 | read bee's diary

songs for this chapter: my friend by hayley williams, hold me like a grudge by fall out boy, ribs by lorde

summary: of course, your best friends are throwing a party before the party. of course, you have to go! what happens at that party, however, has nothing to do with you.

a/n: this one’s a little long idk what got into me i must be ovulating. Chapter 15 is already 1/3 written so. uh. buckle up!

chapter tags: raunchiness, adult language and behavior, drinking, drugs (weed), swearing, LORE DROP!!, dialogue heavy, slightly perv!eddie, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn-y (the fire is catching!!) | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

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It isn’t until Friday that you see Eddie again, not that you’re keeping track. You’d sent pointless texts back and forth, usually receiving pictures of Ethel in exchange for a picture of a stupid bumper sticker you thought he’d laugh at. Not that you’re trying to make him laugh. 

You pull into the parking lot behind Steve and Robin’s apartment, cutting the engine and abruptly stopping the music blaring through your speakers. You haul yourself and a twenty pound backpack up the six flights of stairs, following the muffled sounds of your friends’ erratic voices, barely decipherable under the music playing from the television.

“Bee’s here!” Robin calls before throwing the front door open, a red solo cup in her hand as the music floods your senses. “Hello, my prettiest friend.” She greets, playfully kissing each of your cheeks.

“Oh, no. What did Steve do?” You giggle at her tipsy smile, glossy eyes. You’re painfully sober, having to drive yourself over. Luckily, you’d been invited to stay the night. 

“He bet me I couldn’t chug an entire can of Bud Light.” She hiccups.

“Rob, you hate beer.”

She nods, gleeful. “That’s why I did it.”

“How much did you win?”

Her smile falters. “Twenty bucks.”

You burst into giggles as Steve invades the space over her shoulder. “Hi, Bee!”

“Hey, loser.” You take the cup he offers you that smells too strongly of vodka. “Please don’t tell me you made this.”

“Nah, but I feel like if I tell you who did you’ll hit me.” You focus over his shoulder, where Eddie is mixing a second drink for himself. “If it makes you feel any better, I told him it was for you and he got right to work. Seemed like he knew what he was doing.”

You sip the drink hesitantly, the liquor pleasantly burning as it glides down your throat, sweetened with Sprite and grenadine. “Dirty shirley.” You nod approvingly. “Maybe I should be a little nicer.” You take another sip, and can tell instantly that it’s a heavy pour. “Don’t let him make all my drinks, though. I might need to get my stomach pumped.” You make your way to the kitchens without a thought, knowing your friends will follow. Eddie is talking to someone, his back to you as he nods enthusiastically at whatever they’re saying, free hand moving in erratic circles while his other clutches his drink. You watch the way his shoulders tense when you step into his personal space, and feel the slightest bit smug about it. He still hasn’t looked at you, so you take another step forward, landing yourself barely an inch away from your chin landing on his shoulder. 

“Hi, Bee.” Eddie chides, angling his body to invite you into the conversation with the other boy in front of him, who you can now see is Jeff. 

“Hi.” You bare your teeth in what you hope is a grin before taking another sip of your drink, shuddering as it slides down your throat. 

“Jeff, y’mind if I–” He tilts his head to indicate his wish to exit. Jeff nods, and you catch the way his eyes roll at his friend. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, steal you. You coulda finished your conversation.”

Eddie shakes his head, and you can tell he’s tipsy by the way he’s smiling at you; widely enough that his eyes crinkle at the corners, his top teeth ever so slightly resting on his bottom lip. “I’d rather be conversing with you anyway.” The words slide through your skull. You feel warm. “So?”

“Hm?” You have forgotten exactly what it was you came over here for. You can feel your friends’ eyes still on you, ten feet behind and probably trying to read your lips. 

“What did you wanna talk about?” 

“Oh, um,” God, what was it? “I wanna buy some weed.”

He blinks at you. “What?”

“You do… sell weed? Right? Sorry, am I supposed to be using, like, code words?” You have no desire, or frankly any cash, to buy weed from Eddie. 

He answers with a timid laugh, scratching the back of his head. “I, uh, haven’t in awhile. I mean I have some on me, but you don’t have to, like, pay for it.”

“Do I have to smoke it with you?” You don’t mean it to sound rude, and you wince at the way it comes out. “Because I wouldn’t mind doing that, either.”

Before Eddie can respond, Steve is shouting at you from across the room. “Bee, c’mon! We’re about to play truth or dare! You too, Ed, let’s go!” 

“Are we in fucking high school?”

“No, silly! We’re playing the adult version!” He’s dragging the drink cooler over to the kitchen table before you can ask what that means. 

“The game is simple,” Robin starts, her usual goofy disposition gone, replaced with an absurd sense of authority. “You ask someone, truth or dare. They can either: complete the challenge, or opt to take a mystery drink,” She motions to the massive Igloo cooler, which Steve opens for dramatic effect. “In here, I have curated a collection of random alcoholic beverages from the crevices of this party. If you cannot complete the truth or dare requested of you, you may only avoid punishment by chugging whatever you pull from the cooler of DEATH!” She stops, expecting a collective gasp that never comes. “First person to puke has to clean up tomorrow.” She adds, which starts the group of you panicking.

There are eight of you playing: Steve, Robin, Eddie, you, Gareth, Jeff, Nancy, and Jonathan; the last two of which you have only just noticed are here. You form a circle around the kitchen table, where other party goers have crowded to watch the inevitable drama unfold. One thing remains true about Steve and Robin, they know how to have fun. 

“Let the game begin!” Robin claps her hands together before spinning an empty beer bottle on the hardwood table. It lands on Nancy, causing Robin’s gaze to shift downward, mischief shining in her eyes. “Nancy Wheeler. Truth or dare?” 

Nancy is a beautiful girl, you can’t argue with that. Everyone that went to high school with you would agree, knowing Nancy as the whip smart, criminally beautiful girl next door. Since graduating, though, you’d lost most contact with her. She’d gone to Emerson, and from the town gossip you know she’s still the top of her class, but beyond that you have no idea what she’s like. Maybe the game will answer a few of those gaps. 

“Truth.” So she’s still one to play it safe?

“Boooring!” Robin fakes a yawn. “Fine. What is your deepest regret from your time in college?” Nancy’s eyes widen at her friend’s question, and you think she’s gonna chicken out.

“I’d have to say…” She looks away, tapping her finger against her chin mockingly, and you giggle. “Not getting to have the usual, y’know, college experience.” She emphasizes the words. Are you supposed to know what she’s talking about.

“Would you care to elaborate on that?”

“The rules don’t say I have to!” Nancy exclaims, but Robin won’t take no for an answer. 

“C’mon, you’re no fun!”

“I wish I got to–” She glances at her boyfriend, who’s picking at the label of his beer. “Ugh, roll me the cooler.”

Robin snorts, shaking her head. You look from where Nancy is blushing profusely, to Steve who is sitting there, head cocked to the side. “What the hell are you even–” Nancy darts her eyes from Steve to Robin, and Steve seems to catch on. You watch as his face contorts from confused to enlightened. “Oh! You wanted to have sex with a woman!”

“Steve!” Nancy, Robin, and you all exclaim in unison, begging the boy to shut up. 

“What?!”

“Oh my god will someone just go?” Nancy cracks open a cider, and you envy her luck of the draw. As she chugs it, Steve reaches for the bottle and gives it a spin. It eventually slows, and lands on you. 

“Shit.”

“My precious Bee,” Steve twiddles his fingers together, a menacing glint in his eye. “Truth or dare?”

“Hm,” You have no idea what to expect from Steve. He’s been your best friend for years, he was there for you when Eddie left, when your brother was sentenced. He’s never been anything but kind, there’s no way he’d betray you now, right? “Dare.”

“I dare you to sit on Eddie’s lap.” He doesn’t even have to think about it, he had that one locked and loaded.

“Wait, what?” You sputter, whipping your head to look at where Eddie is sitting across from you. His eyes have widened with Steve’s outburst, his cheeks far more pink than his drunkenness would call for. “I can’t just do that, he has to consent!” Aha, you’ve wiggled out of this one.

“I consent!” Eddie smacks his hand on the table. “It’s cool with me.”

You could just drink. You could escape all of this with a quick gulp of… something. But your vision is already blurred at the edges, and your head feels too light to be attached to your neck. So sitting in Eddie’s lap will have to be it. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ weirdo, Steve.” You can assume why he’d do something like this. He’s bored. He’s single, and he’s horny, and he wants to torture you. Makes perfect fucking sense. You push yourself from your chair, dragging it across the floor for dramatic effect before circling the table and approaching Eddie. He accommodates you, pushing the chair back and uncrossing his legs before patting his lap playfully. “Your throne awaits.”

“I hate you. Both of you.” You try to place yourself on the edge of his knee, clenching your core to hold your posture, but Eddie isn’t having it. Before you can protest, he’s laced his fingers across your abdomen, and pulls you snugly into his lap. “Get cozy, darlin’, you’re here ‘til the next round.” He says it quietly enough that only you can hear him, and his breath smells of vodka and cigarettes. “God knows I’m perfectly comfortable.” You can feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. 

“Your turn to spin, Edward., if your boner isn’t too distracting.” Robin taunts, causing you to backhand her. “What? I’m just teasin’.”

“I’ll have you know, Robin, I’m being quite the gentleman.” You can feel his right hand land on your hip, his grip slightly tensing. He’s nervous. With his other hand, he reaches across the table and flicks the bottle, spinning it hard enough to skip a few times on the wood. It lands on Steve, and you feel Eddie relax, his nerves satiated by the ability to return the favor. “Steven. Truth or dare.”

“I might as well take the drink now.” Steve holds out his hand, exasperated.

“Tsk, tsk, that is not how this game works, my friend.”

“Fine, truth.” Steve huffs, the defeat in his voice almost convincing you to feel sorry for him. You shake that thought off immediately when you feel Eddie shift underneath you. Your back is now pressed flush against his chest, and you can feel his heart racing through the layers of cotton and denim between you. 

“Would you care to tell the class exactly why you were called King Steve in high school?” It’s not the question you had been expecting. It feels relatively tame, and you’re sure you know the answer. Steve slept around, it was a known fact. You’d watched as he’d take girl after girl out on dates in his nice car, charm the pants off ‘em, rinse, repeat. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Summer. Before freshman year.” Eddie has something up his sleeve, something even you don’t know about. 

“Eddie.” You try to be quiet in your warning. “Stop it.”

“Oh, at the lake?” Eddie waits for him to continue. “We were playing capture the flag.” Even in your current state, the memory rushes to the front of your brain.

–

That Summer before High School

“Steve, run!” Chris’s voice cracks as he shrieks across the sand. You had successfully blocked Steve from returning to his home base up until this point, but you were getting tired. “Fake’er out!”

Steve fakes right, and you let him slip through your fingers, the makeshift “flag” in the wind behind him. You lunge for it in vain, but he dodges your feeble attempt, and plants himself within the bounds of his territory. 

“Yeah!” Chris cheers from behind you, where Eddie has finally caught up to him, huffing in an attempt to catch his breath. It wasn’t fair, facing Chris and Steve, a track star and a football player, as someone whose athletic ability started and ended with the middle school band, and the little sister that no one really wanted there. 

“Okay, fine. You win. Again. King Steve and his fuckin’ jester.” You stick your tongue out, and he flips you off with the hand not clutching the piece of cheap fabric for dear life. Eddie cackles as he approaches you. “God, if that nickname sticks he’s gonna leave us in the dust.”

Steve gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like he’s been stabbed. “I would never!”

–

Fast forward to the second semester of Freshman year, and Steve’s already… different. Sure, he still hangs out with you, but he’s barely acknowledged Eddie since Homecoming. In fact, Eddie’s been drifting further from both of you, instead hanging out more with Chris, as well as some Dungeons and Dragons dweebs from his lunch period. 

–

“And then, well, y’know.” Eddie sits back in his chair, and the shift in position has you clenching your thighs together in a panic. Don’t fucking move.

Steve shrugs. “I think I have since made up for who I was in high school, Eddie. It’s your turn, Jon.” Jonathan is shaken out of his haze, flicking his fringe out of his eyes before leaning forward and spinning the bottle. It lands on Jeff. “Truth or dare?”

“Hm, dare.”

Jonathan dares Jeff to take a gravity bong rip, which Jeff accepts. You and your friends cackle when he can’t hold his smoke, sputtering and coughing on the exhale, head shaking with disgust and discomfort. The round ends with everyone having done at least one, and it’s once again Robin’s turn to spin the bottle. When it lands on you, the room seems to stiffen, and you probably could have heard a pin drop if you focused hard enough. “Bee, truth or dare?”

“Have I mentioned today how much I despise you?” You have no real malice in your tone, but she pouts at you anyway. 

“Truth.” 

“Ugh! Oh for two. Fine, be honest: how uncomfortable are you right now?” She cocks an eyebrow, and you take a beat to think about your answer. Truthfully, you’re not the slightest bit uncomfortable. Physically, you and Eddie seem to fit together, moving in sync without an issue as the game continues. You’re not laser focused on the way his strong legs feel underneath you, or the fact that your ass has been sat on his crotch for at least the last forty five minutes. His hand hasn’t moved from your hip, and he’s been rubbing grounding circles on the sliver of exposed skin above your jeans and below the hem of your shirt. You feel safe, and that information doesn’t even freak you out.

“Hello? You in there, Bee?” You’re dragged from your thoughts, and your gaze shifts from Robin to Eddie, who’s waiting eagerly for your answer, eyes wide and waiting.

You shrug. Because it’s no big deal. “He’s kinda bony, but I’m alright.” You feel him laughing, and you giggle along with him when Robin groans. “Face it, Rob. We’ve just matured so much since the last time we played this game.” You reach over to poke at her, and she shoos you away with a huff. 

–

Eventually, the game comes to a natural end, and your friends and acquaintances begin to empty the apartment. You’re left on the couch nursing a water bottle Steve had shoved into your hand about half an hour ago, when you’d mistaken his ficus for a toilet. Now you owe him a ficus. You’ve stripped down to your change of clothes: a pair of satin shorts and a big tee shirt that almost reaches your knees. It’s when he approaches that you thank your past self for stashing the clothes in your backseat, preventing you from being caught with your pants down, literally. 

“Mind if I sit?” You look up to find Eddie hovering over you, holding a can of beer in one hand and an unlit joint in the other. You pat the cushion next to you, curling your feet into your body to give him more room. “You doin’ okay? You’re looking a little…” He trails off, searching for a word that isn’t a synonym for “horrible.”

“Sickly? Pale? Greasy? Clammy? I’m sure.”

“I was gonna say tired. You sleepin’ here?”

You nod, then wince at the way your brain pinches with the movement. “Yeah, no way am I in any shape to go home. What about you?”

Eddie nods, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Steve said the floor was all mine. Such a generous guy.”

You are not responsible for what you say next. “You can sleep next to me, if you want.”

He turns his head slowly, like sudden movement would spook you. “What?”

“What, what? There’s plenty of space, this couch takes up the entire damn room.” The couch is massive, with two chaise lounges and a stretch of pillowy cushions in between. It would be a ridiculous thing to own with only two people to use it, but Steve and Robin throw enough ragers to warrant the extra space. 

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Why would I be fucking with you?”

He can’t find a real answer, so he deflects. “Because I’m so much fun to fuck with, obviously.”

“Whatever. If you wanna be weird and sleep on the uncomfortable, stinky carpet, go right ahead.” You yank the blanket to your chin and turn your back to him. Instead of resigning to the floor, you feel the cushions shift, and dare to peek at the man across from you. You catch him just as he yanks his jeans down, metal clanging as he tosses them to the floor. You gulp when he lifts his shirt over his head, leaving just his boxers clinging to his soft form. For what seems like the hundredth time tonight, you’re squeezing your thighs together. 

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, and you pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not sleeping.”

“Ugh, how?” You snap, irritated more with yourself than with him.

“Your breathing. It’s too quick, too irregular.”

“I could have been having a nightmare.”

“Nah, you talk in your sleep. I would have known.” You gape at him, though he probably can’t see your flabbergasted expression in the dark.

“You remember that?”

“Bee, I practically lived with you at one point. Of course I do, that shit gave me nightmares!”

You snort, remembering the way Eddie would recap what you’d said while unconscious the night before. “Yeah, I said some weird shit.”

“Some seriously freaky shit.”

“Speaking of, what were you gonna say?”

“Oh, right. I uh, wanted to ask you. About earlier. Was that, like, too weird for you?”

“What, the game?” You play dumb. You don’t know exactly where he’s going, but you have a feeling it’s gonna get way less lighthearted. 

“Yeah, I guess. Like, the whole thing. I wouldn’t have held it against you if you didn’t wanna stay sitting there. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable to be around me.” You can’t see him, but you could swear you hear his voice crack with nerves. “I know we were, like, inebriated or whatever, but I still wouldn’t want you to feel like, pressured or–”

“Eddie. It’s okay. You were a perfect gentleman.”

 “I wouldn’t say perfect.” 

“Oh?” You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. “What do you mean by that?” 

A loaded silence follows. Then, after a deep breath, the words drip from his mouth. “I had pictured you in my lap under different circumstances so many times, Bee. It was practically impossible to ground myself.” The pounding in your ears is louder, faster. You can feel it between your legs now, too. “Sorry, too much?”

“No! No, just,” You’re at a loss. How he says these things like it’s nothing, like he’s just shooting the shit with a friend. Casually. “You can’t just say shit like that to me.”

“Why not?” It feels like a challenge.

“Because, Eddie! We aren’t, like, besties. Not anymore! There is so much we still haven’t fucking talked about and you’re talking to me like you’re the same horn dog teenager I knew before shit hit the fan. It feels like you don’t see how badly you hurt me.” 

“Of course I know how badly I hurt you, sweetheart. I spent every day for the last six years thinking about what I did. What I should have done. I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing I do now will make up for it, but I am gonna do whatever I can to be honest with you. Fully. From now until you kick me out of your life forever.”

In the safety of the dark, you find yourself confident as you respond. “And that includes your horny thoughts… why?”

“Because I am a twenty something year old man and most of my honesty comes from my dick.”

You cackle despite the growing frustration in your chest. “Okay, I think you’re still too drunk. Time for bed, perv.” “Yes, ma’am. I’ll make sure to take all this back when we sober up.” You don’t respond out loud, but the words “I hope not” float through your brain as you begin drifting out of consciousness, your legs entwined with Eddie’s, his leg hair tickling your skin. Soon, his snoring pulls you under, and your mind goes blank. 

–

You wake up to the sound of Eddie’s snoring in your ear. “What the f– Ah!” You shove yourself backwards, registering Eddie’s mess of curls tickling your nose, his head resting next to yours, a far different position than you remember him falling asleep in. He doesn’t budge with your outburst, still dead asleep as you collect your thoughts. “Eddie? Eddie!” You start shaking him, and he groans at the disturbance. “Why are you, like, on top of me?”

“Hm? Good mornin’, princess.” His voice is raspy with sleep and you clench your fists to distract yourself from the shivers it causes. “You were havin’ a nightmare, you don’t remember?”

You furrow your brow, trying to recall your dream. Vaguely, you can remember Eddie and Chris, the three of you as kids playing some game or another like you always had. You can sort of remember not being included, like the two of them couldn’t see you. “Did I talk again?”

Eddie laughs, but not at you. “A little, yeah. Started yellin’ my name at some point. That’s what woke me up.”

You hide your face in your hand. “God, I’m sorry. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Felt like old times, a little bit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you missed me fucking up your REM cycle.” You’re joking, but his smile softens at your words.

“I really, really did. Believe it or not.” This radical honesty is going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. “So, anyway. I woke up, flipped around, hugged you for a while. You seemed to be okay after that. Sorry. I didn’t wanna risk waking you up. I know it worked when we were kids.”

You remember when Eddie would sleep over on weekends and during the summer. You, him, and Chris would sprawl out in the living room. Sometimes, you’d watch scary movies, and as a result you’d get the scariest nightmares about Jason Vorhees or Ghostface or whoever the slasher was that night. Eddie had somehow discovered that wrapping himself around you like a koala would calm you down, and you’d wake up in his very sweaty embrace, feeling extremely well rested. You feel that same relaxation now, Eddie’s nose inches away from yours. 

“Thanks.” You whisper the word, but he hears you.

“Don’t mention it.”

You could leave it there. Get up and pretend none of it ever happened, but you can’t. “Every day I think you can’t bewilder me any more than you already have, and every day I’m wrong.” You dare to look him in the eye as you say it, dare yourself to feel everything you’d been avoiding until this point. “What the fuck are you doing to me, Munson?”

He shrugs, then rests a hand on your waist. “I’m makin’ up for lost time.”

[velouria-loves-too-hard]

♡丅ᕼᗴ ᑕᑌᑭᎥᗪ ᗴ᙭ᑭᗴᖇᎥᗰᗴᑎ丅♡

Damian Wayne x reader who can see people's soulmates but damians is blank and so is readers...

There is an oc in this but thats just bc i needed a villain that i could bend to fit what i needed but its not in this part

Disclaimer i am dyslexic so there will most likely be some spelling mistakes and im very sorry for that if you find one you can tell and i will fix it

(Ik this isnt cupids powers but bear with me it will make sense later...probably)

You were sat listening to music and making loom band bracelets on your bed when you got an alert for a new mission on your watch

You skimmed through the information but stopped when you saw

Mission partner : robin

Your heart did a little skip

You ignored it. you had to if you didn't you would have to confront the feelings that definitely Definitely weren't there

I mean they can't be

Damian doesn't love people

Thats proven he doesn't even have a soulmate

His soulmates spot is just an outline

Poor sweet handsome damian

He deserves a soulmate

Not that you can change the fact he doesn't have one if you cant even figure out how to give yourself one

Ok keep on track

You jumped off your bed shook your hands out and picked up your suit put it on and jumped out your window

As you were falling your wings unfurled and just before you hit the water you took flight...

♡At Wayne Manor♡

You arrived and saw Alfred at the door you said hello to him and went down to the batcave

"Hi damian"

"Hello"

"So what's going on"

"You didn't read the case i sent you"

"Well its kinda hard to read when your flying and trying not to crash"

"Tt"

♡On the mission♡

You were in a dark cramped cave underground it was hot and wet and it smelled like death you couldn't see anything outside the beam of light from the torch damian brought

And because it was cramped you had to squish yourself against him

Which would have been ok if your heart wasn't racing so fast you thought you might faint

"Are you ok your heart rate is abnormally high"

"Its probably just the cave"

"being in a cave should not make it spike this much"

"Im fine promise" you spoke as sweetly as you could hoping he would just move on

Damian huffs and continues forward

You try to calm yourself with breathing techniques and keep walking

It gets easier to see and you find an opening to a much bigger area...

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This took like 3 weeks lol

Constructive Criticism is encouraged ik I'm not the best but I enjoyed writing this and will continue to enjoy it

[priyajoyy]

i would love!! to hear more about your ocs, specifically elena martinez and jeff sadecki's sister!! i love the idea of her being apart of a hunt, id love to hear more about that

Omg ofc ofccccc I love talking about my ocs <3

So the Jeff sadeki sister isn’t actually a proper oc it’s just an idea I had that I thought I would post as a face claim in case someone else wanted to steal it

These two look so insanely alike so my idea was that it was Jeff’s sister, who Shauna was with/in love with or something and is the reason she died

Or at least feels guilty for it even if she’s not the direct cause

And then, alike Jackie, goes on to haunt the narrative and follow her around in her adult life

And to make it all so much worse, she sees the woman she loved everyday in the form of her daughter

The daughter she already has her issues with, holding her at arms length after what happened to the oc, Jackie, and her wilderness baby

Her growing up to look just like Jeff’s sister only made it so so much worse

Now elena is deffo gonna be a proper oc for me

I’ve only just started coming up with stuff for her

But the general gist of her character is that she’s one of the younger girls from the flight

She’s technically good enough to be in the varsity team and her dad coach Martinez wants her to be, but her mum is concerned she’s too young and needs to focus on her studies (one of the many things the two adults argue about) so she’s on the junior varsity team

She’s besties with mari and robin who are like the little babies of the group (mari isn’t one of the younger girls she just acts like it lmao)

A lot of the girls baby her because they know her better than a lot of the other junior varsity girls and she’s obviously younger than them all

Robin is one of the love interests, as well as Lottie

I’m not 100% sure yet but I also think I wanna add in a little Natalie romance 🤭

Travis and her don’t get along brilliantly at the beginning of their time in the wilderness

She’s always been a golden girl with her dad and so she takes his death really hard and Travis, alike how he was with Javi, deals with that in a pretty difficult way

But after they’ve settled and especially everything with Javi happens, he gets very protective of her

Elena becomes really influenced by Lottie in the later months of them in the wilderness, following all her teachings and listening to her every word

In season 3 she’s one of the main people Lottie gives drugs to, taking her to the cave and nearly killing her one time when she passes out and cracks her head on the rocks

After this point Travis tries to put a stop to it, keeping the two apart and eventually, digging the pit

He plans to kill Lottie off for the greater good, the woman who’s stopping all their chances of going home, manipulated him and now, is killing his little sister

However Lottie doesn’t die

(Obviously there is some aspects we don’t know yet cause the eps aren’t out)

But eventually

Elena becomes the pit girl, Travis ultimately causing the death of his younger sister by building that pit

After they were rescued

Lottie and Travis both blame themselves for elenas death

She haunts them both till the days they die

Lottie try’s to make a sanctuary for herself and Elena, even if Elena wasn’t there to enjoy it. She would make a safe space for people like them

She feels protective of Travis because of Elena, like she has to help the man because of what she did to her

However the day he dies, she sees Elena in the barn (or warehouse type thing whatever the building they were in was) which distracts her, and lets Travis die

She also 100% sees Elena the night she dies too

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Should I Stay or Should I Go? (473 words) by fr33_fudg3 Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Dustin Henderson & Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers & Will Byers, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers & Joyce Byers & Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler, Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: byler, Slow Burn, Internalized Homophobia, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, The Author Regrets Nothing, Mike Wheeler-centric

Summary:

Post Season 4

In the instance that the party has defeated Vecna, all Upside Down business is over and Joyce, Jonathan, El, and Will live back in Hawkins. Lots of late night talks and fleeting touches.

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I'd Take Hallucinations Over Losing You (1669 words) by Scroofy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Hallucinations, i think?????, Mike Wheeler Needs a Hug, One Shot, Ghosts, is he a ghost is he a hallucination??? I DON'T KNOW, technically major character death but also ambiguous, Grief/Mourning, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Emotional Hurt

Summary:

The swing rocks repetitively back and forth, his chest clenched tightly to avoid the incoming tears. He manages to inhale slowly, then exhale even slower until everything dulls down to numbness, like a piece of him had been ripped out and there was only a shell left. Mike just wants it to end, every twinge of this aching pain to subside. He thinks back to the quarry – selfishly, he wishes El wouldn’t have saved him. At least he wouldn’t have to be faced with this.

And suddenly, there was wind, swooping him out of his thoughts, ruffling his hair and making the old swings let out a long ‘creeaak’.

“Mike?” A voice whispers softly, familiarly. He would recognize it from anywhere.

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Didn't Mean to Catch Your Eye (11191 words) by BeannSooupp Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, - background Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, various OCs Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Boarding School, Alternate Universe - Slightly Aged Up, Rivalry, dead poets society inspired, situationship - Freeform, Ghosts included, theres a ghost, Romance fic with a plot, POV Alternating, POV Third Person

Summary:

Two flights of stairs, some school related small talk from Jonathan, and a maze of a hallway later, Will and Jonathan arrive at Will’s dorm: room 327. There’s a small cork board on the door holding a piece of paper with two names on it. William Byers & Dustin Henderson. The first name is obviously his, and the second one seems familiar, but Will is bad with names, so he could be confused. He turns to bid his goodbyes to Jonathan, when the words on a cork board across the hall on the door of 330 catch his eye. A name. Specifically, Michael Wheeler.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

At the Melville Academy for Boys, Will and Mike have found themselves consistently around each other, feeding a year long rivalry that neither of them know exactly how it started. After a bitter end to his friend group from the year before, Will is determined to find a new friend group and have a better year. However, this task might prove difficult with the existence of Mike Wheeler, as well as a mysterious poltergeist-like presence looming about.

Aka: if a byler fic had the vibe of the Dead Poets Society but a different plot and happier.

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Hated Love. (1141 words) by jacksoniscoolz Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Tried

No Summary

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I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together (651 words) by undonebybeauty Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Past Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Making Up, One-Sided Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, not really - Freeform, Mike Wheeler Has Issues, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Will Byers Can't Catch a Break, Title from a Phoebe Bridgers Song, Repressed Mike Wheeler, Slurs, Internalized Homophobia, Angst, gay and angsty, that may be the most accurate description of Mike to date, Mike Wheeler Has Internalized Homophobia, Mike Wheeler Has An Eating Disorder, Maxine "Max" Mayfield is Not Injured by Vecna

Summary:

Will Byers has returned to Hawkins. Due to the incertainty of what will happen and rush of events, the Byers are staying on the Wheeler's household.

“You don’t know me, Mike,” Will says, bitter, enraged in the absurdity of Mike's attitude. “I’m not the same person anymore. It's been a year.”

Mike looks up at Will, their eyes meeting. His gaze was soft against the hardness of Will's.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll get to know you again.”

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You’re The Prettiest Lady In The Whole Wide World (4070 words) by joycesjournals Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield Characters: Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers Additional Tags: happy mothers day, Mothers Day, Post-Season/Series 05, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Breakfast in Bed, Cooking, Hopper is a damn good cook, Flirting, Not really mature content but wanna be safe, The kids come home from college, Joyce is a happy mother, Grilling Out, Big Secrets, Pregnancy, Big Decisions

Summary:

It’s Joyce’s first Mother’s Day with an empty nest, her children being away at college. Luckily, it’s the same weekend they come home for the semester. She expects there to be food, catching up with her children, while her husband gives her the princess treatment.

What she doesn’t expect is the bomb Nancy and Jonathan drop on her.

Note: mentions of abortion

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[31nightshade]

Look

Logan all the detective stuff.

Virgil is all fighting and flight/vigilantly.

I will make robin OC's same with villains

Superman Patton of courses.

Wonder woman Janus bc irony

Remus green lantern

Roman flash

I NEED YOU GAYS TO HERE ME OUT ON THIS OK

Logan and Virgil grew up as. Child hood best friend both of there parents ran a company together and the night of the murder the 6 of them where coming home from the movies when the hit man killed both set of parents living Virgil and Logan with no one but each other except for Alfred Logan's families Butler because Virgil couldn't stand being alone in his home he moved in with Logan and Alfred (he still has his perants property) and together they decided that they didn't want anyone else to go through what they had to.

Logan started to draw back into his head becoming distant from the world (only Virgil can truly bring him back)set out to learn every thing about the world & how to become the world's greatest detective. And Virgil went from an anxious mess to angry at the evil (he could never truly be angry tho especially after learning about them as people) so he set out to learn every way to fight. (never how to kill tho) But after they learned what they wanted they came together and learned everything from echother.

And when they start out they set rules for each other and hold each accountable. They do what they worked to do and fight the evil that hurt them, but they always hold empathy to their villains bc they now know villains aren't born they are made so they always offer them a second chance and do there best to never let them die in stead sending them to arcom the most secured rehabilitation center/prison.

One night Virgil forces Logan to take a Break and they go to the circus Logan eventually starts having a good time bc Virgil is (and if anxious Virgil can enjoy him self then so can Logan) an they watch as a man in the crowd unknowtist by everyone else anf shoot two the adult members of the family of 3 traipses act and that's how they end up with a son gabien also know as robin the boy wonder.

@universallytravelerpirate

I @ u as an apology for not finishing my though/ not sending it to u fist even though I know u probably don't mind lol

[murdercat350]

Gunntech Au oc, because why the hell not. Credit to @elmushterri for this fantastic concept

This is my child, their name is AJ.

genderfluid (they/them, he/him/she/her) Bi and ace

They are Latinx and have a mom an older stepbrother (Brutas/bru) as well as his stepfather. (nuclear family but literally) their father though was the one to have enlisted him into the organization before he left (because of course) their brother is also at gunntech but they are in different divisions. Aj's mom is very kind and supportive and actively trying to take Aj and bru out of the program so they can have a normal childhood, Gunn didn't like that very much and cut the kids contact with her while they were teens.

[fun fact, Aj used to have copper brown hair but now it's more of a burnt red colour due to their mutation, which is kind of strange, some must have mixed some red capped robin genes by accident, or the genes mistaked the hair for non flight feather, because robins heads are typically black.]

'Aj' (Alexi. Johnson Rivera) is a Robin mutant and a semi successful experiment. At first it seemed the Robin genes were working perfectly but then a few difficulties happened,

one of which was the fact that Aj had wings, they looked completely fine, but something in them had accidently malfunctioned. It was basically like having a paralyzed limb, but extra painful. The scientists at gunntech decided to fix this by enhancing the wings with metal rods stabilizing them and activating the nervous system with electricity. They function okay for medium periods of time now, and researchers are constantly grabbing Aj for either studying or improving- it was annoying but after a few years the meetings became less frequent.

The other massively abnormal thing to occur was Ajs huge beak (well it wasnt that huge, that's relative- for them it was proportionate but compared to most small birds, specifically robins, this was humongous.) It was mostly that it was horrifying watching them activate their powers because the skin on their face literally stretches until it breaks, causing a light and thin layer of blood to fall. And their skin cells just adapted, when going back to human mode they can now heal their skin back to normal almost instantly, this might have been a modification made by the scientists to be more efficient but Aj liked to think that they were just really sick. this also happened with their wings but to a far less intense degree.

Aj themself was...interesting, to say the least. One of their favorite activities was studying birds, hell they even like birds before they were mutated. Its a fine line between an obsession and just a really intense hyperfixation. And they love botany to Venus and back, as well as other various forms of biology. Aj is Autistic, they were diagnosed when they were ten, and that's all there really is to it.

Aj has a fun little quirk call being selectively nonverbal, sometimes when they are stressed, tired, confused or just for no identifiable reason at all, they are physically unable to verbally communicate. To them it isn't really much of a problem since they are fluent in sign language and i t just kinda is a part of them. To others though, sometimes this may be annoying, specifically because when they activate their retrovirus, they can't talk- of course there are several solutions to this, one being of course sign language and the other that they have a compact radio box communicator, they can hook it up to themself (pro of being a genetically modified lab rat in the worlds richest pile of shit) and basically all they have to do is think of what they want to say, and it says it, with varying degrees of success. Although it completely powers down if anything negative about gunntech is aimed for communication.

Now here's a bit of trauma for you, Aj had a situation kind of similar to Romeo/Conner (I completely forgot they existed while creating this part, so bare with me) another mutant at the facility name Robert Wilson (Bob) seemed to have taken a slight interest in Aj, they called him 'The Butterfly Man'. He and Aj had sparring classes together on some days, and he always held this calm, collected demeanor no matter what. Even though his retrovirus animal counterpart was incredibly weak, he still managed to achieve a relatively high ranking in teams, higher than Aj at least. Maybe it was because he was a nearly perfect experiment, with a few unexpected beneficial side effects, or because he was amazingly intelligent and persuasive... Something about his general athleticness? He never told Aj how he got into the good graces of Gunn. Eventually, Bob started making these grand gestures towards Aj, gifting them an organized bouquet of flowers, complementing just about everything they did, writing poems frequently- all that jazz until he finally asked them to be his romantic partner, to which they accepted vigorously.

At first everything was going amazing, then not so much. There was one point where Bob convinced Gunn to have Aj on his team for a mission, Aj was ecstatic, but confused. On that mission it got dark, and Bob grabbed their wrist and dragged them somewhere. AJ was tired, and didn't really think much of it. Eventually they stood in an empty abandoned skate park. Bob glared at them, Aj didn't speak. Bob started lashing out in front of them, yelling and staring. Aj mostly blocked it out but what they could remember was snippets of "Why are you acting like this?!"...."Really, after all I've done for you?"..."I've broke my back giving you everything, and this is how you retaliate!"..."I don't know why I even bother trying, it's obvious you don't appreciate me as much as I do you." He seemed so angry, but Aj didn't know what they did wrong, they kept wanting to ask, but radio silence. It ended with Bob striking Aj's neck, before repeatedly apologizing "I'm sorry, I love you. you love me too, right?" It was all hazy after that.

Bob still showed grand gestures of affection, but less often and less elaborate now, Aj was convinced that it was their fault for making him so distant. Every now and then Bob convinced Aj to do something by telling them "It's fine, you have to make it up to me anyways for how you've been lately." eventually Bob started growing cold, and somewhat aggressive, arguments became more common and Aj felt like shit. Finally, a calamity argument occurred, Aj didn't like to think about it, but their scars remember. Bob had something, hard to tell what, he was mad, he wasn't calm or collected anymore. It might have been a pocket knife or a ragged piece of glass, but he broke their nose with it, leaving a river of blood flowing down on the bridge of it. it had also left a smaller cut on the side of their jaw.

Anyways, off the topic of ex-boyfriends, were you aware that they completely stole the dark academia aethstetic and forcefully fused it with cottage core, they basically dress like Spencer Reid now and if they knew who that was, they'd steal his entire personality as well. Actually, they kind of accidently already did but instead of knowledge of crime being thrown at you, its the most absurd and out of pocket animal facts you ever do not want to have heard. She proudly considers herself a nerd, and has eight sketchbooks full of bird anatomy (And she's gotten quite good, to be fair...)

Also, she has full trust in Gunn because she actually has no idea how humans are supposed to be treated, and was never taught what boundaries are. It's not that she wasn't abused like the rest of the kids, she just has no idea that's a bad thing, she has been brainwashed into thinking this is absolutely normal and that she's being an uncooperative brat when she gets stressed, scared, and miserable during training. 'Trauma, no that's just me being the problem, ya know, a nuisance misbehaving kid' so when she's on missions to re-recruit kids into the facility, she is just so obliviously kind, like "I dunno why you left, but like can you come back plzzz :]" She trusts everyone and no one at the same time and its hella confusing for her and everyone around her. It doesn't help that her older brother is on the B-team and is captain of it, I might dedicate a post to him but idk yet, he's so sweet I love him, but he ain't the titular character rn.

Also I suppose I should take this time to describe their 'hero' outfit and put in the rest of the drawings.

this is one of their casual outfits, they are surprisingly versed in nerd fashion tbh, look at that cute punchable little face, btw they are seventeen very nearly eighteen and 173.7cm or 5.7 in freedom units. they almost exclusively wear earth tones with the exception of burnt or faded reds because it goes with their hair. the have greenish hazel eyes and somewhat deep morero skin.

this here is their 'hero' outfit, supersuit, whatever ya wanna call it. yes they are aware of their beak leave them be. the right hand (the one to the left) did not come out great, leave me be. yes they have a cropped bomber jacket, its cool. under that they of course have the skin tight material around their implant which has all sorts of tiny devices and stuff like that in it, as well as the connection to their wings- Though they were told they were allowed to request layering as much as they like so hence the jacket and that cargo pants...and the belt, and the pocket attached to the hanging strap of the belt, and the strap on their torso that I haven't decided the use of yet...they really like potential storage space...and bulky clothing (but like..comfy style) their radio communicator is in that little pocket on the front of their waist. The jacket is brown leather and the skin tight suit is bronze-ish with gold glowing activation lines center based on their implant. the shoulder pad thingy design is charcoal gray as well as the hood (just a darker tone). the belt is dark brown and the pants are black.

Fun fact that they will tell you immediately upon meeting, they have three eyelid sets, one of which is clear and moves horizontally so during flight they can see without having to worry about debris or drying out, one set that is a lower set and its upper counterpart set. Also since their eyes are black they have the benefits of enhanced ability to see in low light conditions, it also improves their ability to spot predators ('villains') over a wider field of vision and orientation and navigation... While technically not directly related to their vision, some of the scientists at gunntech suggest that some proteins in their eyes may play a role in their ability to navigate using earth's magnetic field, which they don't really know what that means but sure.

this is a drawing of a Robin, it doesn't matter if you think of it being drawn by me or by Aj, we both love drawing birds but its just reference for what they like...are. Legs are a little bit big in proportion but shh.

Here they are accidentally stealing Leo valdez's look, I swear this was not intentional but what the hell its funny. I spent three whole minutes on this, plz appreciate it, lmao.

really rushed and badly drawn bby Aj in their gunntech issued outfit. I personally think it looks like shit, but that might just be because I spent half an hour trying to make the knees look decent and now have prejudice. They read robinhood as a kid thinking it was gonna be about birds, it wasn't but they liked it anyway.

[credit to @tea-cuz-why-not for their character Kore, they are super cool and talented please check them out if you haven't already binged through all their artwork]

Aj would admire any other bird people they find and info dump about birds whether wanted or not, they have probably been punched due to this at least once, they're just an annoying little goober. I drew this in five seconds and did not do either character justice so go look at tea's art I swear it looks so much better than the amalgamation I created.

emo shit, ignore it.

Sorry for the excruciatingly long post, I had hyper fixated on this so hard that I was drawing till 1:30 in the morning and had to go to sleep before I could finish the post. I'm gonna be so burnt out later lmao.

[stormystarlight]

dream sweet in sea major - ミラクルミュージカル

animated some events of the last few new age sessions because they hurt me real bad in my heart and i had to do something about it. i wrote a longer description on youtube if you want a better idea of what's goin on :]

[steddieunderdogfics]

for theme weekend 'kid fic' i'll slide in two of my own if you still need more. 'Take Me Home (I Don't Wanna Stay Here)' feat. single dad Eddie and 'You Make Me Feel Like I’m High And Driving' feat. single dad Steve

Take Me Home (I Don't Wanna Stay Here) by RunninRiot

Rating: Mature

24,527 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use

Tags: Minor Character Death, Grief and Loss, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Single Parent Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Hurt Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Friendship/Love, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Friendship, dealing with insecurities, Acceptance, Unintentional Meddling, Found Family, Strangers to Lovers, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Smut, Falling In Love, Modern AU - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, coming home, Finding home, Happy Ending

Summary:

It’s not that Steve’s overly excited to be back after not having set foot into Hawkins for almost 5 years now. The mere thought of having to spend the next couple of weeks with his parents makes his skin crawl. But he can’t really blame anyone but himself for this misfortune. He did choose to come home for Christmas on his own account. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself on his flight here, if only not to lose himself to the whirlwind of anxiety and frustration building in his gut. He keeps telling himself that it is a good thing to take some time away from work, from parties and hook ups to think about what his future might hold. What to do and where to go. Find his own centre again. If that entails helping his mother with her stupid party and listening to his father’s lame anecdotes, oh well. He can manage to put up a smiley face for a couple of weeks, it won’t kill him. He’s done that all his life.

You Make Me Feel Like I’m High And Driving by RunninRiot

Rating: Not Rated

16,775 words, 2/2 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use

Tags: Pining, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Are Best Friends, Eddie Munson in Love, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington has a daughter, background OCs - Freeform, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:

“Steve Harrington, you idiot! I’m talking about Steve Harrington. The one that always had you drooling like a puppy, back at high school? Do you not remember?” She’s laughing now, loud and on the brink of hysterical at the bedazzled look on Eddie’s face, the latter suddenly feeling like he’s been hit by a truck. Of course, he remembers. How could he forget the name that haunted his every dream for so many years? A name that still sounds like a love song to his ears because Steve was his first love and a tragic one at that. One that never was and yet still mysteriously seems to have a place in Eddie’s heart where it lives to this day.

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[diggitydoggo]

So. I am a sucker for Jolly joust. It is one of those hyperfixations that never leave completely. Seeing Vanity, I wanna throw this idea out that you don't have to draw if you don't want to. In the "original" series, with suitor just being suitor. Robyn (named after the winter bird "Robin") is based off a knight in heavy plate-armor. With a candy-cane pole-arm and large stature. This armored reindeer has no helmet, due to large antlers (with one or two mistletoe hanging off them) and shares Rudies' glowing nose (tis green), his armor heavy ice blue with patches of snow here and there. Acting as a gentle giant. Robyn semi-towers over other toons and spends most of his time during christmas reading stories to little ones. Due to holiday toon reasons he has to leave most of the year - though he tries not to let that stop him from reading stories for the little children who visit gardenview. Sometimes using his candy-cane polearm to help with decorations (or taking them down) like a big hook. (for the sake of gameplay ability he uses his candy-cane to trip twisteds up, leaving them idle in place mid chase) In "Spooky siblings" au, where Gavin is Suitor. Here we got a unique case of "holiday toon" as Robyn is themed after the ghost of Christmas future and your stereotypical take of a headsmen. From Halloween to christmas, he both scares people for the fun of it. And gives them gifts. Sometimes both actions in one. A mischievous specter. He does have armor, but the helmet and pauldrons are replaced with a looming hood and cloak. There are also no legs for his armor, really it is more accurate to call it a chest-piece. Unlike "original" Robyn, "Spooky siblings" Robyn is short, think Toodles height. Using his ghostly power of flight to appear taller with aid from his cloak. As a duel-holiday toon. He wakes up around halloween to scare people and sticks throughout christmas time to give gifts and act in the yearly christmas Scrooge play. Playing as the spirit of christmas future, he sometimes bares icicle-like claws (which helps him scare people but also spooks himself whenever he accidentally tears something with them. Which leads to Gavin and Rudie having to convince him its' okay and that he can come out of his room. That he didn't "ruin everything" and all that... He adopted Gavins' anxiety about how people see hm) (Passive ability "in game" is to leave ice on the ground, making twisteds slip and slide uncontrollably. Can also be used by toons to slide faster than they normally can) -Jolly joust anon

I have made so many oc kids that I might have a whole daycare class at this point! Again sorry if I might've butchered the design!!

In the SS timeline I feel like they're that one kid that just looms ominously over their parent's bed at three in the morning and they can feel their kid staring at them

[noforkingclue]

The Heartford Arms Chapter 2 (OC x River Cartwright x Reader)

Summary: you get to meet a certainly unusual stranger and Robin gets a visit from someone from his past

Slow Horses tag list: @cillmequick

Working in pubs you meet a lot of strange people. Even before you worked with Robin there was always the odd one or two but usually they were regulars and you knew how to deal with them. However, since you came to work for Robin, this seemed to increase.

Firstly, there was that group that Robin told you were his old colleagues. Most of them seemed fine apart from Roddy. Roddy was one of the few people that Robin charged extra for pints. You thought it was strange seeing as he always gave discounts to the others in the group. Min and Louisa were nice although a little cagey in the beginning. Struan was… enthusiastic. He was always giving Robin tips on how to ‘improve’ the pub.

‘How about having a food menu?’

‘I already serve food, Stru.’

‘But more fancy stuff. Who likes pie and mash?’

‘I do.’

‘Ok, fine then. Oh, I know! How about a pub quiz? Everyone loves a pub quiz!’

‘No one does Struan’ (that was said by Louisa during one of the few times they were all in together).

Then there was Duffy. He was… creepy. He seemed pleasant enough but there was an edge in his eyes that you didn’t like. You didn’t like the way he looked you up and down like you were a piece of meat. You had worked in enough pubs by now so you were used to people leering at you from behind the bar but Duffy unsettle you. there was something in Duffy’s gaze that made your flight instinct kick in. It didn’t take long for Robin to swiftly bar him.

‘He’s someone I used to work with,’ Robin told you one day, ‘a bit of a bully. You have no idea how long I wanted to bar him for! It feels good to be my own boss.’

Then there was this new person. You smelt him before you saw him and you were in the back room. Robin was trying to get his head around the finances so it was up to you to man the bar. You paused when you saw the newcomer. He was lounging against the bar, an unlit cigarette between his teeth.

“Excuse me,” you said, “there’s no smoking inside. We had a garden if you want to smoke.”

The man finally glanced at you and then took the cigarette out of his mouth. He looked at it as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Then he shrugged and tucked it behind his ear.

“Whiskey.” he said

Right. One of those types of customers.

“Irish or Scottish?” you said

He gave you an unimpressed look that clearly told you that he didn’t give a fuck.

“Whatever’s the most fucking expensive.”

“That’ll be-”

“And stick on the fucking tab.”

“Tab?”

The mystery man sighed and rolled his eyes. He gave you a look that indicated that he thought you were an idiot.

“Westford didn’t fucking tell you then.”

“No,” you said bluntly, “he didn’t. What, exactly, did he forget to tell me?”

“Right. Well, I have a fucking tab.”

He tapped the bar.

“And where the fuck is Westford.”

“In the back.”

“‘course he fucking is. Well tell him I want to see him.”

“Right…”

“Now!”

“Fine,” you were actually going to be glad to get away from the man, “and who should I tell wants him?”

The man paused for a second. He took out another cigarette and rolled it between his fingers. For a moment you thought that he’d light it and, secretly, you’d be glad if he didn’t. Maybe the smoke from the cigarette would mask his smell.

“Tell him,” he said slowly, with a sickening smirk, “that his father wants to see him.”

“Father. Right.”

You quickly disappeared into the back again. Once you felt like you could breathe without throwing up you quickly made your way to Robin’s office. You tapped on the door and waited for Robin to answer. When he did, you pushed the door open.

“Hey, umm, Robin?”

Robin looked up from his paperwork at the sound of your voice. You always managed to have such a calming presence. You always knew exactly what to say whenever he had to deal with someone difficult, which was usually Roddy arguing about the price of pints. However, at your concerned expression he immediately became worried.

‘Please not let it be Duffy,’ he thought, ‘Please not let it be Duffy. I don’t want to deal with him again.’

“What’s wrong?” he asked instead

“There’s someone asking for you. Says he’s your father.”

“Father?”

Ok then, definitely not Duffy. Duffy would’ve just yelled and sworn until he got either a free pint or kicked out despite being barred. One of the few benefits of not being Service any more was that he didn’t have to do what Duffy demanded.

“Yes… He was quite, umm, rude about seeing you.”

Only one person had the power to make people act like that. Robin sighed and put his pen down. He wasn’t Service any more. He wasn’t afraid.

“Take the rest of the day off,” he said, “go on. I’ll deal with my… Dad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Once you were safely out of the way Robin took a deep breath. He can do this. He can go out there and say-

“Hey mate, what’ll it be?”

Jackson Lamb gave Robin a greasy smile and lit a cigarette. Robin’s eye twitched at it and he knew that Lamb was doing it deliberately. All the other customers seemed to have magically disappeared. Possibly to do with Lamb’s smell.

“Got a new girl I see,” said Lamb, “let’s see if she'll last longer than the last one.”

“She has a name.”

“She actually believed I was your Dad.”

Robin wrinkled his nose.

“Sorry Jackson,” he said, “you’re not my type. And you’re definitely not someone I’d want to call ‘daddy’.”

“Is that what you’re into? Never took you to be into that despite you being…”

Lamb waved a hand and Robin snapped,

“What? Queer? A poof? A fairy?”

“No need to be fucking offensive,” said Lamb with a disapproving look, “I was going to say fucking gay, isn’t that the political fucking correct term? Thought I taught you better than that.”

“You didn’t teach me anything,” snapped Robin, “and I’m not gay. I’m bisexual. There’s a difference.”

“Is there? I don’t give a fuck,” Lamb waved his empty glass at Robin, “top up. Now.”

“Fine. What are you drinking?”

“The most expensive shit.”

Robin groaned as he reached for the bottle.

“It’s wasted on you.”

“Tough fucking luck.”

Robin reluctantly poured Lamb a double and all but slammed the glass down on the bar. Lamb smirked at Robin’s reaction.

“Tetchy.” he said

“Why the fuck are you here Jackson?” Robin asked eventually, “thought you couldn’t stand the sight of me.”

Lamb gave a pointed look at Robin’s brightly coloured shirt. Robin sighed and remembered Lamb’s first reaction to him. On Robin’s first day at Slough House he dared to wear a nice bright shirt, one of his favourites in fact. Catherine did warn him (very gently) that Lamb wouldn’t like it and it was probably best not to wear overly bright colours in the office. As Robin quickly came to learn, when Catherine said something she was usually right.

Lamb had stomped up the stairs, barely giving him a second glance. However, Robin heard Lamb pause at the top of the stairs. The floorboards creaked under his weight and eventually he slowly came back down the stairs. He had looked at Robin, well, specifically Robin’s shirt for an uncomfortably long time before saying:

‘You wear anything like that again and I’ll set it on fire with you wearing it’

Robin hadn't needed to be told twice.

Eventually Lamb said,

“Tell those cunts they aren’t allowed here during lunch.”

“I’m guessing by ‘those cunts’ you mean the rest of your staff.”

“Sharp as a butter knife you are. Remind me why you got sent to Slough House again?”

“Look, it’s their lunch break. I can’t control-”

“Yes you can,” Lamb’s cold voice cut Robin off, “can’t have morale getting too fucking high, can we? So don’t have them in at lunch.”

“Or what?”

Lamb gave Robin an icy look and he shrank back slightly.

“Yeah alright,” he muttered, “I’ll have a word.”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck you.”

*

Robin was just getting ready for the evening when he heard the pub door open. He looked up and smiled as River came in. River looked around the pub and his face fell slightly. Robin couldn’t help but feel an unfamiliar feeling coil in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? But for who?

“Just you tonight?” River asked Robin

“Yeah,” said Robin, knowing the River would’ve wanted to talk to you and not necessarily him, “gave y/n the day off. She’s been working too hard.”

He poured River his usual pint and smiled.

“Just you tonight?” he asked, repeating River’s question

“Yeah,” River said, taking a grateful sip of the needed pint, “Min and Louisa have… other plans.”

He gave Robin A Look and Robin instantly understood. It was hard to form any kind of connections while you worked at Slough House. People you used to know at The Park had abandoned you and people often never had enough energy to go out and do anything. In Slough House, you took what you got if it came to you.

“And I managed to slip away from Struan before he could try and get me to go out for a lads night,” said River shuddering and dragging Robin from his thoughts, “I asked Sid if she wanted to come but she said no.”

“Sid,” Robin said with a smirk, “got yourself a girlfriend there, Riv?”

Maybe if River did you’d pay more attention to him.

“No!” River said quickly, turning red, “just… she’s new to Slough House and thought that she could use a welcome.”

“Right,” Robin said with a smirk and a wink, “the old River Cartwright welcome.”

“Fuck off.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of them. River took another large sip of his pint as he looked at Robin. How could someone as seemingly capable as him end up in a place like Slough House and why would he actually leave? What was his final straw?

“Hey Rob?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you end up in Slough House?”

Robin paused from cleaning his glass and looked up at River.

“I thought Slough House was like prison,” he said, “you’re not meant to talk about how you ended up there.”

“Ha. Sid said something similar.”

“To you?”

“Nah, Struan asked her why she ended up here and that’s what she told him.”

River sighed and continued,

“Maybe if her Aunt wasn’t sick and she had to look after her you could’ve met her tonight.”

“Well,” said Robin as he refilled River’s pint glass, “there’s always another night.”

“Yeah,” said River, “always another night.”

Always another night to see you again.

[gouraminnow]

How do you think the baby harpy would do with the Straw Hat Pirates

Birds of a Feather <-Fic this ask is referencing, Marco adopts a harpy

Heehee I'm kinda surprised how many people like this OC, I didn't think she'd be as popular as she is. Thank you!

Honestly? Probably not as well. Adjustment would be harder. She only latched onto Marco bc she thought he was another harpy. Anyone she's certain is human probably wouldn't be approached.

She's also way out in the snowy wilderness. It's a big hike for anyone without wings, though Nami and Robin might be interested enough to go looking. Sanji would follow. Chopper too, maybe, the cold weather and heavy snow aren't gonna bother a reindeer. Zoro gets lost. Lol. Lmao.

Robin and Nami have the best chances of luring Wes(the harpy) closer, but she might approach Chopper directly out of curiosity if he's in his normal form. From there, maybe Nami takes interest, she's the one who insists on rescuing the kids during the Punk Hazard arc after all. Robin is most likely to already be familiar with Harpy lore.

In terms of how she gets along with each crew member...

Luffy scares her at first. Really freaks her out. He's loud and energetic and gets in people's faces and she does NOT know how to deal with that. Neither of them understand each other and there's a good chance he'd keep prodding at her bc he's curious. Might think her distressed noises are funny- puffing up really big and making high-pitched squeaking sounds until someone(probably Nami) smacks him upside the head about it. From there, he's good, Luffy is emotionally intelligent this is just a weird species he's never encountered before. He's more of a bug guy than a bird guy. After she adjusts, they're buddies, happy to rough-house and take turns chasing/being chased. Wants to try and perch on the figurehead with him. WILL wrestle him over meat, and Sanji insists Luffy is being a bad influence.

Zoro, in canon, is good with kids. Thinking of his introduction and that bit in Water 7 where he's roped into baby sitting duty lol. He would probably intimidate her at first, but I can see her kinda. Gravitating toward him once she's comfortable. One day nobody sees her for awhile, and everyone starts getting worried until somebody checks the crow's nest and she's perching on the bar of his weights while he lifts, chirping and twittering. He'll grunt and go "woah... really?" "uh-huh" etc. the way some people do in response to baby babbling.

Nami adores her. She's a stern but loving big sister, another who says Luffy is a bad influence. Luffy whines when Nami lets her get away with something he'd be smacked for, and Nami yells that acting like a baby doesn't make him one. Peels tangerines for her, teaches her how to care for the trees... gets her a set of her own drawing utensils when she finds her going through her cartography supplies. Buys cute little outfits for her. Wouldn't be able to teach her to fly directly, but Wes will grow to be very knowledgeable regarding how weather affects flight because of her influence. Nami originally wants to find another place for her to stay. She doesn't think their dangerous life is fit for a kid. But... there aren't many safe places to leave her, and everyone's attached now so...

Usopp thinks she's great! He's another she ends up enjoying goofing off with, sometimes scaring him deliberately when she realizes how much of a scaredy cat he is. She learns that she can get him to squawk by hiding in cabinets and jumping out at him. He draws with her, build her a new fishing rod, and tells her stories. There's an "incident" when they first find her, before they realize how little of their language they understand- Usopp spends around half an hour crafting an epic yarn for her, full of embellished twists and turns. She watches attentively, eyes following his hands as he gesticulates wildly. When he's finally finished, she just blinks slowly and wanders off. Poor guy deflates a little bit. But she'll understand him eventually, it's okay.

Sanji is kind of like those jokes about parents who don't want a cat but end up adoring it. He thinks they should find someplace else for her, somewhere less dangerous- but finding her drawings about what happened coupled with the reveal of her being malnourished under her feathers... well, if someone's hungry, he feeds them and that's that. Seeing her snap up his cooking in a flash softens him up pretty fast, as does watching her grow healthier and less timid. Verbally explains all his steps while cooking if she's in there with him.

Chopper is her cold-weather bestie and the one she trusts the most at the beginning, solely because he isn't human. Lets her watch him tend to other crewmates so she gets used to the idea that they're safe. Changing forms startles her at first, but quickly grows to like his more deer-like form because she can ride him while he prances around deck. She hangs off of him when they're playing tag because he's faster, but when she grows up they swap- she learns to fly while carrying his littlest form.

Robin is a very calming presence, and one she warms up to quickly because she doesn't pressure the kid into interacting- opting to sit in place reading while Wes curiously putters about. She's the first human crewmate she voluntarily snuggles up with- yes the others would be jealous. The most likely to be familiar with harpy lore, curious to see how she grows. Tied with Usopp at bedtime stories. Uses her ability to preen the kid's feathers more efficiently- chuckling when she melts into the countless hands.

Franky is another one who would freak her out, at first. Yeah he's friendly and encouraging but he's very loud about it, and she doesn't understand him yet anyway. So to her this huge guy keeps screaming and swinging his big hands around. Warms up to him quick though, and joins others in trying to copy his silly pose. He straight up bawls over her backstory though, and wants to spoil her rotten. Lets her try to preen his ridiculous hairstyles, and tries to give her cola. Sometimes he'll open up his abdomen hatch and instead of the cola people expect to see, she's stuffed herself in there. This iconic shitpost is Franky @ Wes:

Brook scares her too, but not for long. Lots of harpy mythology mentions that they enjoy singing, so I'm just gonna say that as soon as he starts playing she's curious enough to approach. He's very giddy about this, encouraging to chirp along to his music, and teaching her to sing once she gets better at speaking. Loves seeing her prance around to his songs. Much more hesitant to let her try to preen his hair than Franky is- even MORE hesitant about letting her gnaw on him. Unfortunately for Brook, he's like a walking cuttlebone to her... big calcium deposit...

[practically-an-x-man]

Heya Pax, hope you're doing well :]

A bit of a random question to you: you get as much time as you need and an unlimited budget to turn any of your OC stories into a big production in whatever way you want; what story do you choose, and what medium do you choose it to be in? (As in, do you make ot a novel, a comic book, a movie, an animated show, etc.)

(Assume that you get full permission to use any of the characters from the OCs' canon universes, so there's no issue of like writing Rae's story without having access to Warren lol)

Oh thank you!! I've been having a bit of a burnt-out/unmotivated day today, so I really appreciate the random ask!!

So, it's worth saying off the bat that I generally try to match the vibe of the canon media I'm working from: if it's a movie, I generally envision a movie; if it's a book series, I envision my works as books as well, etc.. However, that's not a one-to-one translation, and I think there could be some cool translations here!

A Love Once New (Rae's Story): TV show - and I'm actually thinking an animated show might be cool, and would cut down on CGI costs. Her story is too long to cram into a movie, and the pacing would be weird to make it a series of movies, so I think a TV show would work best.

Symphony in Silver (Robin's Story): I could see this as either a movie or a comic book/graphic novel! It's more encapsulated than ALON, but still needs to capture that blown-up superhero vibe.

Smoke and Mirrors (Madison's Story): Probably also a TV show. It's a similar story to ALON - a very beefy story to tell, and an animated show would be best for the budget and the pacing.

Catch and Release (Ophelia's Story): Most of her story just follows No Way Home with Ophelia's inclusion (and a few flashbacks/interludes), but I'd see everything that comes after as a sort of spinoff show similar to Hawkeye or Falcon and the Winter Soldier, where it continues the story with the same actors but isn't paced out like a movie.

Gia's Story: I'm honestly not sure! I think I'd need to write more before I can determine what it would best translate into!

Heartstrings (Jasper's Story): This mainly follows AHS Coven, but with some additions before and after canon. I think this would work best as a book, since we really need Jasper's internal thoughts and perspectives to make the story work

Taking Flight (Kestrel's Story): It's based on a book series and roughly follows the events of the books, and I do see it as a book or book series itself

Who Waits Forever Anyway? (Katherine's Story): Ooooh this one could really work as a graphic novel!! I think it could really work for all the magic and the fact that Katherine's an artist, it could be a nice stylized take on the story.

Desert Song (Quinn's Story): Big-budget action movie, for sure! That's what 6 Underground is, and it was meant to have a bunch of sequels but didn't get high enough ratings and they were cancelled - I write my 6 Underground fics as my ideas for those cancelled sequels, basically

Eris' Story: Anthology-style live-action show! Since their story is a compilation of assorted scenes, I could see a show where each episode captures a distinct moment or scene from their story (with Let Us Prey being a double feature or multi-part episode)

Nikoletta's Story: Similar to Eris, her story is mostly staggered scenes, and could work well for an anthology TV show.

Heart in Your Hands (Jimmy's Story): His story really just follows the events of Frozen Empire, so I mainly just see it as an altered version of the movie.

Vivienne's Story: Gothic-style novel, or a horror movie with a lot of practical effects! I may be writing its story as some more scattered scenes, but the general vibes I'm trying to put together are certainly of Gothic horror, so I'd want to play into that.

Spider's Story: Oooooh wait I could see this as either a podcast or an audio-focused indie game! Spider's perspective is VERY sound-focused, and I think it would be neat for the medium itself to reflect that and force the audience to process it in a similar way

Terra's Story: I mean, it's based on Arcane and I really do see her story in the same way! Her fics are actually some of the toughest to put together, since Arcane has such a specific visual and storytelling style that's difficult to capture in writing alone.

[sincerely-sofie]

Embracing my inner Cringe Queen by dumping some Among Us OC art here. Meet Annings the Cyan Crewmate, Soot the Black Imposter, and Robin the Cyan Mini Imposter! Bonus context is under the cut at the end of this post, but you can enjoy the jokes and stuff in this without it! All you need to know is that Annings is a medic and Robin is her adopted daughter.

(This one is a gif, but might not load until you click on it!)

(Story summary / teaser below!)

Annings was the sole survivor of a civilian cruiser that was boarded by imposters when she was a child. She became a bit of a poster child for the war efforts against the shapeshifting alien rebels MIRA worked so hard to stomp out, despite never once voicing a similar opinion. After she grew up on Earth, she decided for take a MIRA flight back into space— this time as a medic instead of a civilian— seeking closure from her traumatic experience on her last flight.

Instead of closure, she was granted custody of an orphan whose mother was ejected on suspicions of being an imposter. Annings didn’t believe the accusations, and returned to earth with her newfound ward, Robin, whereupon she realized that most toddlers shouldn't be able to split down the middle and swallow their lunch whole, plate and all.

Robin's health began to fail not long after their arrival on earth, and Annings was forced to choose between her fear of meeting another hostile imposter and her fear of losing her daughter. She chose to return to space, taking as many jobs on MIRA flights as possible so that she could increase her odds of encountering an imposter who might know what was wrong with Robin and help her fix it. It took long enough that she began to fear whether Robin would make it to the next flight, but eventually she found one such infiltrated flight--- and the freshly deceased captain had named her his replacement in the case of his death.

Annings puts her knowledge of imposter stratagem to use in order to minimize the threat of continued deaths, and confronts one of the pair of imposters she picked out amongst the crewmates. This imposter, who used the human name Soot as part of his disguise, was fully prepared to kill Annings when she proposed a deal where he'd help her and she wouldn't reveal his true identity to the crew... But when she told him about Robin's wasting away and how she didn't know how to fix it, and he realized she had set up backup after backup to ensure he wouldn't find an alibi whenever he had the chance to kill her, he learned he was doomed to become a walking childcare manual for her.

Long story short, Soot ends up getting attached to both Robin and Annings, and when disaster strikes and threatens the lives of those they hold dear, he throws everything away for the human and child he's come to care for. Meanwhile, Annings has to reconcile her trauma with the bond she's forming with this new imposter and her fear of ending up just like the massacred civilians of her childhood flight.

Robin, meanwhile, is just chilling throughout the story and wondering why all the grown-ups are so angsty all the time.