#no guitar playing no video games... it's been tiring

[popironrye]

The Lost Boys

Leisure Headcanons

💋 David 💋

Is a skilled fire arm shooter. (Loves the cowboy aesthetic)

Has his own gun hidden in the cave.

Doesn't get the chance too often, but will ride a horse when the chance arises.

Likes wood carving. Mostly non specific whittling into basic shapes or animals. It helps him relax.

Movie nut! When the boys go the Max's store to fool around, David makes sure to tuck a movie or two that catches his eye in his coat. Tends to watch them alone, all the questions from Paul would just grate on his nerves too much.

I imagine David would be like REALLY good at origami for no particular reason. He doesn't even try, just once the boys do it just because and he's just the best at it.

I don't know if vampires can emerge in water in the lost boys lore, but if they can David loves to swim. Chilling in water clears his mind.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Skater boi! Does a lot of sick tricks, but when you can levitate it's less impressive. XD

Doesn't care for guns, but likes archery. Hammers his own arrow heads. Dwayne and David like to pick a spot in the woods to shoot make shift targets.

A real book worm. Will spend a lot of time just silently reading for hours.

Takes up knitting from time to time. He prefers hand knitted blankets and throws rather then the store ones.

Likes to make jewelry. Made his own necklace.

Enjoys all types of puzzles. Cross word, jigsaw, and brain teasers.

Can sew and offers to sew up holes made in all the clothes the boys decide not to get new ones.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Can play the guitar.

Also likes to sing, and is pretty good at it. Wanted to start a band, but the other boys weren't up for it.

Has the biggest music collection and is always hogging the tabletop/cassette/cd player.

Amateur photography. Just likes to take photos randomly. Some are really artsy.

Got really into tie dye for a while. Although he might have just been high.

When he wants to relax, Paul really likes to stargaze. Laying outside the cave looking at the sky and hearing the waves of the ocean just makes him feel at peace.

When David isn't using the tv monitor, Paul enjoys quite a few video games. He also likes to take on the arcade and carnival games at the boardwalk.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Aside from pigeons, Marko will try to domesticate a number of animals to the cave, including stray dogs, cats, deer, badgers, squirrel, foxes, bats, and even a black bear once.

He did in fact not domesticate a black bear, but he did wrestle one.

He does his own patchwork on his jacket.

Like David, he likes to sculpt into wood, but he usually carves patterns and landscapes into more grand pieces.

He's also a skilled painter. Mostly he'll paint murals on sections of the cave David says is ok for him to paint on.

He collects sea shells on the beach.

He'll style the others hair. Especially David who he'll cut and dye in the way he likes best.

🔥Pack Activities🔥

Dart throwing. The bigger the target the better. David and Dwyane are very competitive at this one specifically.

Rollerblading. Put wheels on shoes, what more can you want?

Listening to music. The boys have very wide music tastes and sometimes they cross over and they all like the same stuff. They take turns around the player of their choice to just smoke, drink, and listen to the sounds of the music plays.

Card games. Specifically poker when they're all together. They make things more interesting when they make bets.

And of course motocycle cruising and board walk loitering.

Something that always strikes me with vampires in fiction and indeed with any immortal creature with the high and emotional intelligence of humans. IMMORTALITY IS FUCKING BORING!

I mean, think about it. Imagine you're given all the free time in the world with very little responsibility with no fear of getting sick or tired allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. What would you do? Cause I would go stir crazy. So I came up with these dumb little head canons on how I image the boys specifically would pass the time in their little vampire lives that doesn't revolve around murdering and feeding off of people.

Of course cruising on their bikes come to mind. And there's a couple in the movie we get to see like Dwayne's skateboarding and Marko's fondness for pigeons but I wanted to throw more possibilities out there. :3

[murderous-coffeebean]

Tiny life update (also re: the Discworld requests from last fall):

I hurt my right hand some two months ago, resulting in pain when moving my thumb, which... uh. Severely restricts my use of it at the time being. I’ve picked up drawing left-handed since and am doing pretty decent for it being my non-dominant hand, but... yeah. While I’m working on something at the moment, I haven’t been able to pick up the requests I was working on before all this happened, so. While I might post some older art in the upcoming weeks/month/s, I might also not post much until I can get this fixed (hopefully soon; please cross your fingers for me, as I have a second doctor’s appointment for this issue next week).

[lovebugism]

band!eddie and reader finally having some alone time in the tour bus *wink wink*

18+ rockstar!eddie universe <3

It was one of those rare occasions where the rest of the band wanted to go out and you wanted to stay in. There hadn’t even been a show that day, just interview after interview after interview. It left your social battery at an all time low. So when Jeff and Gareth wanted to barhop the night away, you lamented that you were way too tired to accompany them. 

And Eddie, being the nice guy he was, opted to stay in with you. “Someone’s gotta make sure the lady stays safe. Wouldn’t want someone to steal ya,” he’d half-joked.

You scoffed. “Because, god forbid, you lose your bassist, right?”

“Well, if I lost you, I think I’d die, but…  yeah, having to find a replacement would definitely be more emotionally taxing.”

Eddie Munson was the only person in the world who could rival your sarcasm. It was so easy for the both of you to cover up a sweet thing with something so playfully sour. The boy finishes his quip with a stupid, lovedrunk grin that nearly makes you melt. 

“Obviously,” you retort.

The rest of the boys disappear for the next several hours, enough for the sun to have set and stars to sprinkle the sky. If you had to guess, they’ve probably got a running bet on how many bars they could get free drinks from. It’ll go on until they can’t see straight anymore, no winners or losers — unless you count your manager, who’ll no doubt have to escort them back to the bus. 

With them gone, the bus is practically silent for the first time all tour. There is no boyish yelling or tuning guitars or video games. There’s not even the muffled sound of tires on gravel with the tour bus parked. It’s total silence filled only with the faint sounds of Charlie’s Angels coming from the common area. The episode is practically on mute, though, because Eddie knows you’re tired and doesn’t want to disturb you.

The soft quiet ushers you into its velvet arms. It almost lulls you to sleep several times over, but something in the back of your mind refuses to let you slumber. You were annoyed at first. You were squirming in your tiny bunk for nearly an hour until you realized you were filled with a need of a different kind.

You didn’t need sleep. You needed Eddie. Like a child needs their baby’s blanket — you can’t be without him for too long, or you might start screaming. The sudden ache to be close to him hits you like a freight train.

The sliding door of the bunks glides open with a mechanical schlick. You lean against the frame of it, clad only in a too big shirt that probably belonged to all the boys before it got to you, and admire your boy in his element.

He’s all spread out on the leather couch, curly hair untamed and in a messy chestnut halo on his head. He wears a piece of outdated Corroded Coffin merch from back when you only played gigs at The Hideout. The shirt clings to his torso while a pair of old pajama pants hang low on his hips.

Eddie’s eyes are firmly trained on the small television in the corner of the bus. The chocolate of them dart around the screen as Farrah Fawcett turns flips beneath a shoddy cable service. He barely acknowledges your presence, too engrossed in the climax of his show.

“Thought you were sleeping,” he says without looking at you.

“I’m too bored to sleep,” you practically whine. 

Your feet shuffle along the carpeted floor as you walk the short distance to him. You all but flop onto the couch at his side, burying your face into the warmth of his neck.

“What do you mean you’re too bored to sleep?” he mocks with a soft laugh. He turns to press his lips to your head, not exactly kissing you there, just resting against you. His words are muffled: “Why didn’t you go out with Jeff and Gareth?”

“Didn’t want to,” you answer shortly.

“Solid answer,” he nods. “What do you wanna do then?”

He doesn’t necessarily mean it suggestively. He’d probably go lie in traffic if it’d make you less bored, he loves you so damn much — but fuck if a million dirty things don’t pop into your head all at once.

It’s practically the first time you’ve been alone all tour. 

Now that you think about it, every time you’ve fucked Eddie, it’s been at the discretion of prying eyes just behind a door or in a room over. Hotels are few and far between, and you and your boys are the tightest clan the universe has ever seen, so it leaves little room for opportunity time for you and Eddie.

But here you were now, with no one around, and practically all the time in the world (or rather, until sunrise, when the rest of the band shuffled back onto the bus).

“I don’t know,” you lilt, though you’re already hooking a leg over his thighs.

Eddie feels like a teenage boy all over again as you settle onto his lap. A wide grin tugs slow at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. “What are ya doin’, doll?”

“Nothin’,” you shrug, feigning innocence, like you’re not slipping your fingers through the hem of his pants. The tips of them inch into his boxers and trail down the thin patch of coarse hair there with a touch that’s smoother than water.

His cock is already half-hard when you take him into your hands, warm and soft and stiffening in your grip. Eddie exhales deeply through his nose at your gentle caressing, his gaze now turned down to where work him harder.

“Keep watching your show, baby,” you tease with a knowing grin as you slip his dick from the confines of his pajamas.

“How can I—” he tries to joke, but the words get lost in his throat when you slide your panties to the side. He goes instantly stupid at the sight of your slick collecting along the manicured thatch of pubic hair just above your pussy. His brain all but ceases to function when you rub yourself along him, drenched folds parting to welcome the bulbous tip of his cock.

You feel like silk, he concludes, or maybe something somehow softer. 

Eddie swallows thickly while his obedient hands settle on your hips to steady you. He continues, this time with a tremble in his voice. “How can I when you’re pullin’ this shit, huh?” his button eyes flit back up to look at you, a smirk forming on his pink lips. “You just wanna ride me, huh? That’s what you need?”

You don’t answer him. You’re barely listening, if you’re honest, too concentrated on positioning him at your opening. You gasp softly when you pierce yourself with him, then exhale low moans as you sink slowly onto his cock. The burn is a minimal one, somewhere in your lower tummy, that washes away with a flood of velvet-coated pleasure. 

Eddie fills you so perfectly, just like he always does, like he was made to be seated inside you.

“Well, this is an excellent way to pass the time, if I do say so myself,” he manages to quip through bated exhales from where he’d been holding his breath. You rock your hips over his lap without warning. His pink lips form a tight line as something short of a growl bubbles in his throat and rumbles in his chest.

You watch with a proud grin as his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back. You push his curls over his shoulder to press open-mouthed kisses along the pale expanse of his neck, occasionally dragging your teeth along the milky white tendon there.

Eddie hums to himself when he feels you mewl softly against his skin. Your hips sway back and forth over his thighs, moving to a rhythm of their own accord — all slow and methodical. It’s a pace that always gets him pussy drunk. A steady rise and fall that forces him to feel all of you and makes him swear that you’re some kind of succubus.

“Oh my god,” he says within a dragged out exhale. He starts to babble to himself while you work yourself over his lap. “Fuck me… This is so… so fucking hot. Shit— your pussy is so good to be, doll…”

He forces himself to open his heavy eyes to watch you mount him. His chin tilts down towards his chest and he shifts his hips so he has the perfect view of you. Your honey coats his lap, leaving his cock and pubic hair glistening with your slick. The sight of him all shiny with you makes him dizzy.

His palm leaves your hip and seeks purchase on your ass, not really thinking about it, just gravitating to hold you there. He grips you with guitar-string calloused hands that encourage you to rock harder against him.

Your hand trails from his shoulder down to where the two of you meet. You start to rub your clit with a lust-fueled fervor that just about makes him implode. You whine when your fingers meet the sensitive button, clenching somehow tighter around him as your pleasure begins to crescendo.

“That feel good?” he wonders through bated breaths. His hand leaves your ass, rising for no more than a moment, only to come down again in a practiced slap that makes you jolt against him. The sting of his palm adds gasoline to the simmering embers of your impending orgasm.

You whine, louder this time, arching your back and keening shamelessly against him.

It makes him grin. “Huh? Feels good on your pretty little clit, doesn’t it, doll?”

“Fuck yes…” you cry through a tight throat. “Feels so good, Eddie— fuck.”

Your hips lose their rhythm as your body fights to find its own pleasure. 

You’ve got his dick locked inside you with a grip so tight it’s got him seeing stars, and it makes him wonder if you’d stop. Like, if the boys barged in right now, would you keep going, too far gone and dumb on his cock not to see it through. 

Something about that, you riding him for all he’s worth, whining while you come on his cock with your friends watching — seeing firsthand who you belong to — makes him want to burst all at wants.

“God, this pussy’s amazin’, baby… ’S gonna— holy fuck… You’re gonna make me come if you keep riding me like this... Shit, yeah, just like that, doll.”

When you come, you do it together.

It’s a borderline spiritual feeling, one that doesn’t happen very often because Eddie’s usually adamant about you coming twice before he has the first time. But now, both of you are sensitive and whining through your orgasms, heaving out incorrigible moans and grasping tightly onto one another.

Eddie takes to fucking up into you while you reach your simultaneous highs. He grips you hard enough to leave bruises while his thighs audibly slap slap slap against your more slick ones. You cry at the oversensitivity — electric shocks that contrasts heavily with the warm feeling of his come spitting into your fluttering walls.

You shake violently in his hold, moaning his name over and over like it’s the only word you can remember. Your orgasm comes and goes, and you’re left whining pathetic Eddie, Eddie, Eddie’s into the mostly silent tour bus.

The boy isn’t in much better shape either. He fights off a cramp in his foot from where he’d curled his toes too tightly and blinks away burning tears that sing the backs of his eyes from coming so suddenly.

Your hips come to a slow stop over his lap, too quickly and yet not soon enough. You rest your forehead over his own, knocking your nose with his before you lean in to press several lazy pecks upon his lax mouth.

“See?” you manage to tease through heavy pants. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I guess that wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Eddie quips with a wide grin and eyes that are still slightly glazed with dispersing pleasure. He rubs his hands over the skin of your ass to soothe where he’d held you too tight. It’s soft, too soft for what he’s about to tell you. 

“Now, how about you spread yourself out on this couch and let me clean you up, ‘kay?”

[nwjn-z]

ꕥ﹐ STAN MARSH ．﹗﹑

₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆What it is like dating Stan Marsh headcanons.

warning(s): nsfw, swearing

author’s note: been thinking about him

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SFW☆

-Stan takes his relationship with you very seriously and tries his hardest to be the best he can for you

-Stan isn’t the type to go all out for holidays like Valentines bc he views it as just another day he loves you

-but he does get you flowers and a big ass teddy bear

-contrary to popular belief I think Stan’s main love language is touch, he is very touch starved and just loves holding you or being held

-he is prone to depressive episodes and just having you hold him and provide him comfort is something he loves

-I feel like he’s the type to tag/send you tons of tiktoks (and ig reels)

-he love love LOVES playing video games with you

-I think of him as more of a console player so he loves playing co-op games with you on xbox

-Stan is a shooter game kind of man so if you agree he would love to play games like Call of Duty with you

-gives you kisses every time you kill someone and says “nice one babe” 🤭

-He also likes playing sports and going camping (he’s soo small town all American white boy)

-so with that being said he would want to do those things with you even if it’s just showing off at football practice while you watch

-or filling the bed of his truck with blankets and pillows so you can star gaze together

-will make fun of you for not being as “rugged” as him but still loves pampering you

-likes driving you around while listening to music and getting fast food

-you once put on red lipstick and put a kiss mark on his guitar and loved it so much he refuses to wipe it off so it’s still there

NSFW☆

-Stan can be both rough and soft but he’s more of love maker

-although Stan is shown to have really aggressive angry outbursts due to his depression so i do think that would make its way into your sex life

-love love loves cuddle fucking, he LIVES for that shit

-just thinking about holding you while he ruts himself deep inside you gets him weak in the knees

-He’s actually pretty loud, and likes to let go during sex

-he’s always really tired or stressed so he uses sex as a way to forget all his problems and just focus on you and how you make him feel

-his favourite positions are cuddling and cowgirl

-loves watching how pretty you look riding him while he gropes your ass or tits

-his sex drive waivers, but when he’s in the mood it’s hard to get him out

-he’s the type to like risky sex, aka will fuck you in public or even while his family is home

-Stan’s all time favourite part about sex is the tension before and foreplay

-it’s just something about the making out while tugging off each others clothes impatiently and then the sensual touches without going all the way that just get him going

[shou-jpeg]

Kim doesn't know why he checks this app. He only has it because Khun called him sad and told him he should put himself out there more.

Kim doesn't really care that he's never been in a relationship; it sounds exhausting and he'd much rather spend his time making music. But if it makes his brother worry less...

But so far, pretty much everyone either likes his first photo (boring) or comments on his looks (tiring). A few have mentioned music, but this cute guy is the only one so far who's known exactly what guitar Kim is playing, or at least has put in the effort to research it first.

Kim appreciates that kind of thing.

He hesitates. He told himself he wouldn't match with anyone... He doesn't have time for small talk and generic, boring dates... but Khun has been texting him recently asking if he's met anyone yet. Maybe if he goes on one date, it'll get Khun off his back for a little while.

Kim taps his screen, opening up Porchay's profile and scrolling through the rest of it.

It looks like his interest in music is genuine. He's also linked his Instagram to his profile. Kim clicks through and scrolls some more, stopping on a video of Porchay performing on what looks like a small stage in a university hall.

His voice is nice. Warm.

...

Kim navigates back to the dating app and before he properly registers what he's doing, he matches with Porchay.

He can always unmatch him later.

Kim and Chay talk about music and then video games and family etc regularly for the next several days until Chay manages to convince Kim to go on a date with him at a local dive bar with live music.

It takes several months before Kim folds and let's Khun and Chay meet.

Companion to this post.

[elliesmainhoe]

i need ellie x r with siblings

Ellie Williams Headcanons: OlderSister!Reader

It's actually rude how much more your siblings like Ellie over you. (/J)

It's never "oh y/n/n, when are you coming over to visit us from college- we've really missed you"

It's always "oh your coming to visit us? Is Ellie coming over?!"

You used to find babysitting boring. Of course you always did it whenever you could to help out your parents

But Ellie made you look forward to it.

She loved taking them out to fairs, arcades, parks and shitty fast food drive throughs

Ellie RADIATES big sister energy

And it's actually sinful that she doesn't have a little sister- she'd be so supportive of everything they did.

Whenever shes invited for dinner at your parents, she comes prepared.

A teddy bear, plastic toy or doll for every one of your siblings (depending on their personalities)

A bouquet of flowers for your mother and some sort of weird memorabilia for your dad.

Gives your little siblings piggy back rides all the time.

Whenever one of them complains that their feet are tired she's offering them a lift ofc.

Absolutely a pro at playing pretend.

Having tea parties, playing house or 1v1 in Minecraft, she's so down for anything.

Always disrupts your scheduled face times with them when you've been away from home for so long.

Has learnt theme songs to their favorite cartoons and video games on guitar.

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[morganbritton132]

I like to imagine Eddie as kind of a Justin Hawkins or Jack White type. Absolute genius and was MASSIVE for a somewhat brief period, and certain people still go wild when they see him, but his fame has simmered down to a comfortable ‘can still walk into a starbucks’ level. I love the tik too saga, it’s so immersive!

Oh, absolutely! When Corroded Coffin was at their peak, Eddie was the guy – he was the guy in the band that you knew. He was the Jello of the Dead Kennedys, if you will. It is an unspoken thing that people came to see Corroded Coffin to see Eddie. Eddie is Corroded Coffin. Everybody else was happy enough to make money and play music without being mobbed.

There was a time when Eddie was wearing hoodies and sunglasses so no one would recognize him. But once the band’s popularity started to drop off and he got more into the behind the scenes aspect of making music, he no longer needed that.

It does lead to some pretty funny internet moments.

Some mom will post to a Moms Against Bullying Facebook page about how her son is really into interactive roleplaying games and was being bullied for it. One day when they’re out shopping, they go into this café to get a snack and sit down next to this man painting a miniature. Her son got really excited about it and just talked this man’s ear off for an hour and the man was just as nice as can be. He was really responsive and enthusiastic, and made her son really happy.

Then she posts a picture of her son with famous rockstar Eddie Munson.

There’s a YouTube video of a girl documenting her journey to buying a guitar. She has been saving up all summer and was finally going to buy the guitar she wanted. She gets to the shop and the guitar that she originally wants is marked up so she doesn’t have enough money for the guitar and lessons.

While she’s debating what to do, an employee tells her that this random man buying strings paid for the guitar and a year’s worth of lessons. She sees this head of curly dark hair and a leather jacket leaving the store and runs to catch up to him.

She thanks him and he’s just like *devil horns* rock on. The comment section of the video is just like,  EdDiE mUnSoN????

Someone has a story about their tire blowing out on the freeway and the person that pulls over to help them change it is the guitarist and the drummer from a nineties metal band. There’s another story about how someone’s kid was struggling with their homework at the library and a man renting VHS tapes called his husband to help figure out the problems.

Then because of Eddie’s TikTok account, all these stories are brought back up when people realize that they met him and didn’t know. Some people are like, “if I hang out in the downtown Chicago area will I also meet Eddie Munson?”

Occasionally, he’ll get filmed when he’s out in public or someone will come up asking for a picture and he’s fine with that. He thinks that’s cool. He’s less okay with people who blatantly put down his TikTok fans because they knew him first or people who mess with Steve.

[incorrectbatfam]

What do the Goofy Gooners look like .. asking for a friend …

Rob is a tired dad with an inferiority complex. He doesn't put much effort into his appearance because basic hygiene already saps a lot of his energy. He has reddish-brown hair that he keeps short for convenience and doesn't shave as often as he should, so there's always a thin layer of stubble. I picture him to be around 33 but stress makes him look older. He usually wears the same basic t-shirts and cargo pants—a polo would be fancy for him. He's on the underweight side because he frequently skips meals so his kids and Milo have enough. He also has random tattoos scattered over his arms plus one on his leg and neck. They don't mean anything, just dumb stuff he got when he was younger, including a winking emoticon and the Pillsbury doughboy.

Blaise is 26 and you can tell he's a stoner from the get-go. He has dirty blonde hair that he grows out but hardly maintains, and the same level of effort goes for his clothes. He often wears things he finds in dumpsters or thrift stores and chooses comfort over style. His clothes have lots of hidden pockets for lighters, firecrackers, and weapons. He's tall and lanky, which makes living out of Milo's car in the parking lot awkward (Rob offered his apartment but he declined). Similar to Rob, Blaise also has a number of meaningless tattoos plus several piercings. He also plays the guitar and keeps his lucky pick on a necklace.

Kellin is a 20-year-old originally hailing from Thailand. Their assassin parents trained them in gymnastics, martial arts, and various weaponry from a young age in hopes that Kellin would follow in the family's footsteps and join the League of Assassins. That obviously didn't work out and they traveled around as an independent hitman (hitperson?) for a couple years before they landed in Gotham. They're always battle-ready—if they could shower in their assassin uniform they would. They changed their name and keep their hair just long enough to mask their face. They're fluent in English, Thai, Vietnamese, Chinese, and Arabic, but they prefer to let their actions speak for them instead.

Molly is a 25-year-old trans woman who incorporates her jobs as a drug dealer, team strategist, and nightclub DJ in a single look. She has long dark hair dyed with neon streaks but ties it up when fighting. She's not the most formidable combatant but she has basic fighting skills and is very calculative. Her primary weapon is a metal baseball bat, inspired by her favorite anti-hero, Harley Quinn. She also has a belt equipped with her experimental chemicals and smoke pellets. However, she's not allowed to pair up with Blaise on missions because it's an open secret that the two of them can't focus around each other.

Otto is a war veteran and car mechanic around the same age as Alfred, but that's where the similarities end. He's been wearing the same mechanic's uniform for the past four decades, the only differences between then and now being his hair thinning, a couple front teeth falling out, and acquiring a beer gut. His arms are covered in scabs and scars from the job and he's had trouble with his right knee ever since the army. On the surface he seems like a Boomer yelling at kids to get off his lawn, but he's more like a stern but well-intentioned grandpa who is disappointed to see nothing much has changed over the years.

Milo is your standard 15-year-old delinquent. He's slightly small for his age and doesn't pack that big of a punch on his own, but put him behind the wheel and he's a total menace. When he's not driving, he keeps himself stimulated with video games or his collection of keychains (his favorite is purple bat because of his puppy crush on Spoiler). His look is reminiscent of early 2000s skater punks, including a bright red mohawk and his trusty headphones. Everything he owns, minus his car, fits into a single backpack. His weapon, on the rare occasion Rob lets him on the front line, is a batarang he found on the street.

Gene is someone you would never expect to have so many issues because on the outside he looks like an average 40-year-old glasses-wearing office worker. He has short sandy hair and dark circles under his eyes from nightmares. His meds help a lot, but sometimes he's still seen pacing around and muttering to himself. He's not a danger anymore compared to the past, which is why Rob trusts him enough to share an apartment. Gene focuses his nervous energy into his research and tinkering instead, amassing a comedic collection of hyperspecific gadgets.

Mac is basically the guy in the chair. He's 30 and has thick glasses, thick curly brown hair, a thin goatee, and almost exclusively wears flannel. His nails are down to a nub because he bites them when concentrating. He's also often seen with chips or an energy drink in his hands and wears a jailbroken smart watch. Of the team, he has the least physical prowess but the most brain power. He doesn't see combat often but keeps a pistol in case. He turned an old ice cream truck into his home/mobile office so he can plug in anywhere. Like Kellin, he's also not from Gotham, but instead Fawcett City and has a distinct Minnesota accent.

Booker is a 19-year-old Gotham U student and the third member of the team's Glasses Trio. He's an intelligent guy slated to graduate a year early and thus needs his internship credits sooner. He's very polite (albeit a little socially awkward) and puts his best foot forward by coming into work with slacks and fun patterned suspenders even though he doesn't have to. His hair has a slightly uneven fade because his sister insisted on practicing on him for cosmetology school, so he covers it with a fedora. He carries his things in a laptop bag and has an enthusiastic bounce in his step that only newbies would have.

Jackie and Gunner are Rob's 6-year-old twins (Jackie being 8 minutes older) and are the babies of this hodgepodge family. Jackie takes after her late mother with frizzy black hair usually tied in pigtails. She loves wearing pink, reads way above her level, and is a horse girl in that she wants one to stomp on the people she doesn't like. Gunner looks more like his dad, though his hair is a little messier and overgrown. He hates school but loves dirt and monster trucks. Both of them have a troublesome streak but Jackie's a little better at hiding it. They quarrel like siblings do but at the end of the day, they always stick up for each other.

[celestialexxperience]

Mrs. Dunne (Billy dunne x reader.)

Requested by anon~

Warnings: profanities, cliches, kinda non Canon Billy, mentions of knifes and injuries.

A/N: I was gonna name this video games bc my last fic was a Billy dunne x reader fic and it was called dark paradise which is another lana song but I justed started writing and "Mrs. Dunne." Came out a lot. And would anybody wanna be added to tag list? Also request wlw fics bc there's only men in my inbox and it's pissing me off.

Only the sounds of Billy strumming his acoustic guitar and you frustratingly trying to rip open this very well taped cardboard box of which was labeled "Billy's clothes" which probably consisted of jean everything.

"Yo Dunne! Maybe for once in your life get off your ass, stop playing that guitar and fucking help me with this box that you finally probably tapped!" He eruptedly stop strumming his guitar as you started yelling profanities at him.

A loud "mother fucker" could be heard from your small apartment as you accidentally cut your hand with the knife you were using to try and open that stupid box with. 

"Hey, hey" Billy said, concerned as he made his way over to you. "Hey, lemme see that."

"I'm sorry." You said trying to wipe away your tears with your uncut hand.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about." Your boyfriend said with that beautiful Billy-like smile.

"I know, I know it's just I've been acting like a bitch towards unpacking and you and I've been way too fucking stressed with moving and packing and unpacking that I haven't gave anytime to us- oh and look now I fucking cut my hand!" You winced at the pain of you swinging your arm too hard. 

"Okay baby calm down, we don't want you any more hurt." Billy chuckled at your fanatics.

"Oh you think this is funny Billy?!" 

"Yeah I kinda do." Billy said, starting to laugh a little bit too hard. 

"Oh yeah? You think it's funny I got hurt working on this home while you sat on your ass with your fucking guitar! You said sarcastically, gesturing to Billy's guitar.

"Okay little lady sit down while I take care of these boxes." You hummed an okay as you went to go sit down on the only chair Billy thought of unpacking, shorty after that because you were so stressed and tired you ended up drifting off to sleep. 

As you slowly opened your as from the sounds of metal clanging together and the sound of you and Billy's "the doors" vinyl playing. 

"Oh good morning sleeping beauty." Billy said sarcastically because it was indeed 8 pm. "Feeling better?" 

"Yeah much." As you walked towards Billy you saw him pressed up against the stove.

"What are you making?" You said as you notice the freshly clean kitchen free of the boxes. 

"Pasta. And wine." Billy chuckled as he handed you a glass of the alcohol.

"Hmmm thank you." You said giving the man a kiss on the cheek. "I see you cleaned." You said gesturing to the clean floor.

"Yep, just for you baby." You hummed in agreement giving him another kiss this time on the lips.

"Hm taste this." Billy said putting the fork in front of your mouth so you could see If the pasta is ready to eat. 

"Hmm good." You hummed with a mouth full of pasta giving your boyfriend a thumbs up.

Billy dished up the pasta in 2 separate bowls, you grabbed one of the bowls and grabbed your glass of white wine that you sat down on the kitchen counter and made your way to your brand new living room to sit next to you and Billy's books and his guitar. 

You sat down on the floor and grabbed your wine and put the glass to your mouth to take a sip as you felt something cold in your lips. As you took the thing out of your mouth to see a small diamond ring make your mouth fall open.

"Dunne?" Billy hummed back at you still not taking his eyes off the pasta. "What is this?" You said holding the Diamond up in the air.

"Hm? Ohhhh. Come here you're so far away I don't think I can't see it very well." Your boyfriend said very flirty. 

You made your way towards him, as you step right in front of him he wrapped his arm around your waist and took the ring out of your hand and put it on your finger. 

"Oh yeah that I think it's for you."

"What?" You said stunned.

"Will you be my Mrs. Dunne?" He said softly.

"Omg." You said bringing your hands to his face. "You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm serious Mrs. Dunne?" He said as a question, seeing if you were going to say yes.

"OH MY GOD!" 

"IS THAT YES?" Billy said, yelling just as loud as you were. 

"of course it's a yes you stupid stupid man!" You said slapping his chest grabbing his face again giving him a very needed well passionate kiss. 

He pushed you on top of the counter still making out with you. 

You pulled away from the kiss to look at your beautiful ring. 

"Y/n Dunne that has a nice ring to it." You said looking your now husband directly in the eyes. 

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Real Recognises Real

[I've been admiring the work of @idesofrevolution for a good while now, and I really wanted to give a go at writing a transformation story. Granted I don't have any pictures of hot guys, I'll leave it up to your imaginations. Hope you will all enjoy]

Tom and Eric worked at an envelope factory, despite them only knowing each other for 4 months, the two quickly became friends. Granted shift patterns would often keep them off the same shift, they always enjoyed working on the machines together when they did, laughing and clowning around but getting the job done.

Eric had infact worked at the company a couple of years before whilst Tom joined a few months before Eric came back. Perhaps it was Tom's kind nature, but Eric soon came to trust Tom and open up about things going on in his own life, especially about the passing of a close friend of his, Anthony.

During one morning shift, Eric came down from further up the machine to let Tom know about a changeover the managers had just told him about. 'Hey buddy, just heard from Jake, we've gotta switch over to Size 4s, an urgent order just came in' said Eric. 'For fuck's sake, can't they just stick to the plan for a week for once?' moaned Tom. Eric nodded. 'I know mate, I'll go get the paper ready, you finish up this pallet and stop the machine' said Eric. Tom gave him the thumbs up and a tired smile. 'Hang in there Tom, if you'd like you can come over mine for a few beers in my garage tonight' winked Eric walking off.

Tom was quite surprised, he and Eric used to go out to town after work for a couple of pints but had never actually been to Eric's place. Tom thought about what he should wear. For such a good pair of friends, they both led very different lives outside of work. Eric would often skateboard with friends, play electric guitar, smoke blunts and the like whilst Tom enjoyed his own company, drawing, playing video games and attending conventions around the country. Tom remembered the first time Eric came over to his place he found Tom's Keyblade and had a fun time swinging it around and talking Kingdom Hearts for a while, playing Tekken 3. They both found a lot of respect for eachother's lifestyles.

After work Eric had to hurry off, but he texted Tom his address and told him to come around about 8pm. This gave Tom plenty of time to decide what to wear, settling on his favourite black shirt with rolled up sleeves, blue jeans and white trainers. It felt casual but a bit stylish. Tom set off to find Eric's house, eventually finding it. He knocked on the garage door and shortly after it swung up revealing Eric still in his work shirt but sporting shorts rather than the work cargo trousers everyone was provided.

'Ah, welcome in Squire!' said Eric, stepping aside and beckoning for him to come in. Tom chuckled and went in, finding a seat. Eric would often speak in silly voices at work, often calling Tom 'Squire' and making sentences that rhymed with the word, like desire, fire, drier, etc. For Tom it was a big reason why he loved Eric so much. 'Ooooh, you're dressed up all nice tonight Tommy!' said Eric looking him up and down, then proceeding to his chair where he'd put his guitar, sitting down, placing the guitar on his lap and sparking up a cigarette. 'Oh yeah drinks are in the fridge, help yourself' said Eric, pointing to the fridge on Tom's left. Tom looked inside, found a couple of Tyskies and shut the door, putting one on the table next to Eric. Eric looked up from his guitar strumming, smiled and said 'Cheers buddy!'. Tom found a seat, opened his can and sighed, taking a sip. Still strumming away, connecting some choice notes, Eric looked to Tom. 'What's up mate?' asked Eric. Tom shrugged his shoulders. 'Same shit, different day at work really isn't it?' asked Tom. Eric nodded in sad agreement. 'Oh, did you talk to Jake about training to become an operator on the machines?' asked Eric. 'Yeah, but he said they're busy training Jovanie at the moment, when he's all trained up they might see about finally getting me trained up!' said Tom sarcastically. 'You've been at the company 9 months now, right?' asked Eric, to which Tom nodded. 'It's a fucking joke man, you came along, they went and made Vince an operator, he left, Terry came and got trained, now he's a fucking knob and now they're passing you over again for Jovanie. It's bullshit!' said Eric. Tom took another sip of his drink. 'Yeah, I mean being an assistant is fine but it just sucks getting passed over for a job so many times. I had enough of that back at the food factory I was in a few years back' said Tom. Eric nodded and strummed away thoughtfully.

'Tom, I really want to teach you how to be an operator, trouble is we just never get the time. We both work hard, we both know this' said Eric, looking to Tom. 'Yeah, don't we fucking know it. Sorry I didn't bring my notebook if you're gonna give me some pointers now' said Tom, looking out the garage window, taking a drink. 'Well I've got an idea, but you'd need to call in sick tomorrow' said Eric absent-mindedly, looking out the same window. 'Oh yeah, why?' asked Tom expecting a good reason. 'Because I'll need you inside me' said Eric, strumming dramatically. Tom spat his drink out in shock and coughed, Eric looked to his friend and cackled. 'What the fuck Eric?!' shouted Tom, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and looking to Eric in disbelief. 'Well think about it buddy, I know you like me and honestly I like you too' said Eric, looking Tom dead in the eyes. It was true, Tom did like Eric a lot, he was decently built, dark haired and bearded with the perkiest ass he'd seen on a man, plus he kept him laughing through the tough shifts, but never did he expect an actual invitation like that.

'I mean, what good will that do? What, I sleep with you one night and you put in a good word to Jake for me?' asked Tom. Eric took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head. 'Nah man, it's like this. You helped me out a lot the past couple of months. When we met, you asked if I was ok, I said no and you heard me out, about Tony, about what I was going through and believe me I'm doing a lot better for it' began Eric. 'And I'm glad you're alright mate, but what's this got to do with anything?' asked Tom. Eric sat his guitar down and turned to face Tom. 'Something Tony used to say to me was 'Real Recognises Real'. And I see that in you. You're a genuine, good guy Tom, just not a lot of people see that in you. You work hard but those fake twats at work overlook you' said Eric. 'So what, we're meant to bond that way over that?' asked Tom. Eric shook his head. 'Tony was really special to me. He taught me a lot and helped me in some dark times, and you're doing the same for me, I'm a lot better than I was 4 months ago, and I want to help you' said Eric, stubbing out his cigarette and taking off his shirt. Tom looked away blushing, just what the hell was going on right now. 'Come on Tommy boy, clothes off' called Eric. Tom dared to look and there stood Eric in his nude splendor. 'Oh… shit…' said Tom nervously, looking away. Eric walked over to Tom and put his hands on his shoulders. 'Trust me mate, you'll enjoy this, hell I think you secretly are already' said Eric, looking at Tom's crotch. Tom looked down and sure enough he could see he was tenting. 'Fuck me, what the hell is happening?' asked Tom, wondering if he was actually having a fever dream right now.

'Choice is yours mate, I don't do this for just anyone. Don't keep me waiting too long, floor's cold' said Eric, walking over to the wall on the other side of the garage and placing his hands on it. Tom looked over at his friend, after a moment's hesitation he decided. 'Oh fuck it' said Tom, proceeding to strip. Both naked, Eric looked back at Tom, taking him in standing at full mast. 'Damn my guy, you've been hiding, huh?' asked Eric, chuckling. Tom walked over, shaking his head. He placed his right hand on Eric's right shoulder, and Tom heard a squeaking rubbery sound and saw his hand was beginning to sink into Eric's shoulder blade. Tom whipped his hand back. 'What the fuck?!' asked Tom, checking his hand. 'It's alright Squire, you'll know what to do' said Eric reassuringly. Curious, Tom placed his right hand back on Eric's right shoulder and the rubbery sound returned and Tom's hand began to sink into his shoulder. Eric began to moan a little as Tom pushed his hand further into Eric's shoulder and down his right arm. Tom began to feel a sense of euphoria as he saw his own arm sliding further in, their muscle masses combining. Tom couldn't quite believe this was possible, but he took a little joy in moving their right arm, flexing it a little. 'Keep going buddy, don't stop!' called Eric. Tom nodded and proceeded to place his left hand on Eric's left shoulder, slipping it on like a long glove. Now their arms were on the wall with Tom standing just behind Eric. 'Damn this is nuts' laughed Tom, resting his chin on their right shoulder, seeing Eric had also gone full hard-on. 'Yeah, but it feels good doesn't it?' asked Eric breathing heavily. Next Tom lifted his right leg and placed it on the back of Eric's upper right leg, it began to sink in almost like stepping into treacle. Once that leg had swelled up, he placed in the left one and all that was left was Tom's head, neck and body. 'Ok, are you ready buddy?' asked Tom. Eric nodded. 'Fuck yeah, buddy!' replied Eric. Tom looked down and positioned his dick between Eric's butt cheeks and began to fuck his way in. Eric started laughing. 'Oh fuck yeah, you know what I like!' called Eric as Tom felt his lower body and torso slipping in. 'Just a sec Tommy' said Eric, and he guided their right hand to make sure that Tom's dick slid nicely into his, stretching it out and making it longer and girthier. Tom could feel it too and felt an orgasmic feeling rush over him, this was ecstasy. 'Yeah we're gonna have some fun with this, ready for the head?' asked Eric. Tom took a breath and proceeded to move his forehead into the back of Eric's head. It slid easily in and with a loud noise like the snapping of spandex, the squeaking stopped and there they stood, a slightly more muscular Eric panting as he shot their load through their shared dick. Eric shuddered and looked up, smirking. 'You alright in there Squire?' asked Eric, feeling his friend inside his mind. He walked over to a mirror and they could see that while they still had Eric's face, their body had toned up rather nicely, Tom was a bit of a skinny guy so the extra muscle wasn't too out of place for Eric. Also Eric had some blonde highlights on his fringe, likely from Tom's hair. 'Damn, we're looking great!' cried Tom inside his mind. Eric nodded. 'Yeah, I know, and the night's just starting. You've got a lot to learn, but you get why I told you to write in sick tomorrow. I'll be showing you how to do the operator's job first hand' said Eric, finishing checking himself out and heading over to try on Tom's clothes. They slipped on quite nicely, if a bit tight.

'Yeah buddy, you know I've always liked your dress sense. It's a good look for us' said Eric, heading back to the mirror to check out how Tom's clothes look on him. 'Yeah, this is gonna be so good. How did you learn to do this man?' asked Tom. Eric looked into his own eyes in the mirror, intently looking to Tom's eyes behind them and smiled. 'That'll be my little secret, Squire' he said, winking and giving their even perkier ass a squeeze. Tom and Eric enjoyed their night together enthralled by their new honesty and willingness to explore themselves within the comfort of themselves, and the next day Tom got to knowing exactly how to operate the machine at work with Eric's knowledge through his eyes and hands. After work they returned to Eric's garage and through those same immense sensations they felt when Tom climbed in, Tom was able to climb out of Eric. They both put their clothes back on and turned to face each other. 'Fucking hell man, that was amazing!' said Tom, looking at his friend with the biggest smile and admiration. Eric returned the smile and nodded his head. 'When you're working with Jovanie next week, don't show him up too much, ok?' Eric winked, playfully knocking Tom on his jaw. 'Thanks for all this, it's been amazing. I'd be so down for doing this again some time' said Tom giving him a thumbs up. Eric walked over and hugged him. 'You're so worth it buddy, and I love you so fucking much' Eric said, he pulled back and kissed Tom on the lips. Eric opened the garage door for Tom and waved him off. Tom began his journey home excited to start the next week of work, whilst Eric sat back down, picked up his guitar and finally opened that can of Tyskie.

[deathbxnny]

Hello!! I love your writing so much, the requests people send you are always so specific they're SUCH a joy to read, amplified by your writing!

I was wondering if I could request a fem!reader who's really elegant and princess-like? She paints, plays instruments (mainly the violin and piano), dances ballet. Etc and her behavior just screams Princess. She's polite and patient, understanding and cooperative, kind and gentle. Etc. All that stuff! The characters are Silver Wolf, Kafka, Fu Xuan and Serval!

Stay hydrated and eat well!! I hope you have a lovely day!! <33

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I'm really glad that you like my work! I also really love your idea, so thank you for the request!<33

Content: Established relationship, fluff, reader has a princess-like personality, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns, but is reffered to as a "princess"!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan loved the way you behaved and often praised you for it. You fit perfectly together, as she was quite elegant herself, although she often had more of a temper than you did. But she was proud of being your girlfriend, especially when you were always so kind and talented.

She loves watching you dance and play instruments after a long, tiring day at work. She finds it relaxing and calming, even sometimes agreeing to dance with you. She also displays your artwork practically everywhere, wanting other people to see how great and talented you are.

Fu Xuan will absolutely agree, that you must've been a princess in your past life. She might even use her divination skills to tell if you were or not, as she's just absolutely convinced that you are.

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》Serval

You and Serval were near complete opposites, which she didn't mind at all. In fact, she absolutely loved it. You were always so kind and elegant, your politeness and soft-spoken words charming everyone around you, especially Serval herself. To say that she's proud of you being her s/o, would be an understatement.

She absolutely loves listening to you playing the Piano and might even play along with her guitar. Creating music with you is her way of relaxing after work and is a good way to bond even deeper. She also displays your paintings in her shop proudly and comes to any of your dance recitals just to watch you in awe.

Sometimes she likes to joke, that you must've been a lost princess of some sort, as someone so naturally perfect couldn't just possibly exist. And if anything, you were her princess anyways.

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》Kafka

Kafka loved everything about you. In fact, she deemed you as absolutely perfect in every way. You could never do wrong and if anyone claimed you did, then they weren't worthy of life to her. She practically worshipped the ground you walked on and couldn't believe that you were just a simple mortal. There had to be more to you and she was absolutely convinced that there was.

With that said, she supports you and your talents in every way and often obliges, whenever you ask her to join you in any of them. She'll dance with you, paint with you and happily listen to you play the violin, which is her favourite thing ever. She could watch and listen to you for days on end.

She's just so proud and grateful to have a divine and talented s/o like you and will make sure to never let you go either.

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf acknowledges how talented and perfect you are with a simple nod of her head, before she moves on to show you her newest video game achievement. It's not that she isn't proud or fascinated by you. She's just really very expressive about it and doesn't want you to somehow feel uncomfortable.

With that said, she'll always accompany you everywhere and calmly do her thing somewhere nearby, whilst you paint, dance or play the piano. Sometimes you'll even join her, whenever she asks you to play a video game with her. She purposely loses just to see you happy.

It never really occurs to her, that you are very princess-like, as you are just her lovely s/o to her. But after hearing someone bring it up for the first time, she can't help but agree. You really are too perfect.

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A/N: Alright, so I hope this is okay! Thank you again for the request and sorry for the wait!<33

[baby-harrington]

dating eddie munson would include… part 2!!

yes i am still alive hi guys!!! i’ve been reminded of how much i love this boy so here’s some more headcanons <3 as per feel free to reblog and add your own :)

- we’ve already established eddie is an angel baby boy so let’s get straight into this

- you tag along to all his gigs - every time corroded coffin are playing you have to be there, against the barrier staring at him while he plays

- he’s mesmerising up there

- you can’t wait to get him off the stage and smother him with kisses then maybe rip all his clothes off

- every time he catches your eyes from his spot on stage he grins at you and sometimes mouths an “i love you”

- if his band are supporting he’ll spend the rest of the gig in the crowd with you, dancing and singing along to the rest of the acts

- post gig walks home, eddie still bouncing from playing, discussing the night and how it all went

- then the cuddles when you get home and you’re all tired and worn out are elite

- showers together

- admiring each other in the glow of the bathroom light

- him staring at you through a curtain of damp dark locks

- arcade dates

- dates at home with a joint and pizza in bed

- dates where you buy a bunch of junk snacks and play video games all evening

- eddie will play you his favourite albums and music he thinks you’ll like

- he’ll 100% teach you how to play guitar

- when he sees you standing there with the guitar in your hands, strap around your neck he falls even more in love

- he shares your excitement when you nail something, grinning and praising you with words of encouragement

- getting tattoos together

- him letting you squeeze his hand when it hurts

- he traces his hands over them when he holds you

- eddies not the best chef in the world but he loves cooking with you

- you make a great team doing stuff together

- hanging out with uncle wayne

- wayne’s not a people person but he really takes to you

- he’s so happy eddie has found someone he cares for so much

- sitting on eddie’s lap at hellfire, like royalty on his throne

- playing tabletop games together and getting so competitive

- dnd, warhammer, etc

- eddie will go easy on you to start with but once you get the hang of it he’s ready for battle

- eddie adores it when you show him new clothes

- he loves seeing you excited to show him and in turn he’s excited too

- he thinks you look good in everything but he loves your fashion sense so much

- he’s always complimenting your outfits

- he helps you pick when you’re stuck for choices

- you even share clothes

- he steals your cool band tees and baggy jeans

- and he looks goddamn fine in them

- eddie loves being little spoon

- he’s just so cute and cuddly and loves being held and kissed and petted

- falling asleep and waking up to cuddles

- he’s amazing at comforting when you’re not feeling your best

- even if he’s not good with emotions himself he’s quick to hold you and soothe you

- thumbs swiping cheeks to wipe away tears

- acting his usual goofy self just to see you smile again

- because you’re his favourite person and it kills him to see you out of sorts

- and he’s your favourite person in the whole world <3

[writing-imagines]

Jealousy // Steve Harrington

Summary: after hearing you talk about Eddie for weeks, Steve finally loses his cool and tells you how he really feels

Request: henderson!reader starts hanging out with eddie after they take lucas' place during the match, and steve starts to get jealous because he likes them. maybe they keep mentioning him at work (family video)? and steve just keeps getting peeved until he confesses or smth like that

Pairing: Steve Harrington x half-sibling Henderson reader

Possible warnings: swearing, Steve snapping at the reader

It was a slow Sunday at Family Video. You and Robin had already taken the week’s inventory, leaving Steve to do the cleaning while you caught up with Robin.

“Oh and Eddie can play the guitar! He played all my favorite songs last night.” You announced with a hint of pride, playfully swinging your legs while sitting on the front desk.

“Wow, Eddie does sound fun. How did you guys end up being friends anyway?” Robin put down her magazine and gave her full attention to you.

“Dustin begged me to take Lucas’ place for their stupid D&D game. After the game ended, Eddie offered to walk me to my car and I found out he’s pretty cool. He’s nowhere near as weird as we thought.”

“Hm, maybe you should invite him to Steve’s party this weekend.” Robin shifted her gaze to Steve sweeping a little too hard. She knew that Steve had a crush on you and your recent taking to Eddie was slowly driving Steve insane.

“What do you think about that, Steve? Can y/n bring Eddie to your party?” Robin asked using her ‘reserved for difficult customers’ voice with an innocent tilt of her head. You looked over your shoulder to see Steve sweeping fast and shrugging his shoulders.

“Whatever. I don’t care.” He practically mumbled, not looking up from the floor.

“Okay, I’m sure Eddie would like it.” You said with a smile before looking back at Robin.

“Believe it or not, Eddie is a sweetheart.” You whispered with a grin.

“I can believe it and I can’t wait to see it.” Robin said, sporting her own grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing.” Robin picked up her magazine and continued reading. Meanwhile, you continued to swing your legs and thought about how good Steve looked that morning.

When it came time to close the store, Robin won the coin toss and got to leave early. You and Steve were left alone in the store. Usually, you wouldn’t mind being left alone with Steve, but he had been acting weird all day.

“Have you ever watched Halloween?” You asked Steve as he checked the cash register.

“Of course I have, everyone has seen that movie. It’s a classic.” He said nonchalantly while counting the money.

“So it’s good? Eddie was thinking about renting it so we could watch it together.” Steve slammed the cash register closed as soon as you finished your sentence. You jumped at the loud and sudden noise.

“What the hell, Steve?!” You screamed like you were in a horror movie. Steve quickly turned to face you and he looked furious. You had never seen Steve so angry, it freaked you out a little.

“I’m so tired of hearing about Eddie! He’s all you’ve talked about the last three weeks!” He yelled loud and hard enough to make the veins in his neck pop out.

“I didn’t realize talking about my other friends upset you so much…” You mumbled and looked at the ground, too uneasy to look at Steve. Without another word, you slid off the counter and removed your work vest.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to yell.” He said this time in a much softer and kinder tone, more like the Steve you knew. You forced yourself to look at him and immediately saw the regret written all over Steve’s face.

“I think I’m going to go. I’ll tell Keith to cut an hour off my check.” You began to walk around the corner, but Steve’s gentle grasp on your wrist stopped you.

“No, please don’t go.” Again, you could see regret and sorrow in Steve’s features. Even though he just scared the life out of you, you decided to stay.

“Why are you being so weird?” You questioned softly, worried that Steve might yell again. He let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

“Because…”

“Because?” You echoed, wondering what the hell had Steve acting so strange.

“Are you really going to make me say it?” Steve briefly looked up from the ground and to you.

“Steve, you’re confusing the hell out of me right now.”

“I-I like you, okay? There, I said it.” Steve uncomfortably crossed his arms and shook his head. Even though Steve was annoyed, you were beyond shocked.

“You like me?” You gawked at Steve with a small smile. He nodded and finally dropped his arms to his side.

“Yes, I like you a lot and I hate hearing you talk about how great Eddie is.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I just ruined our whole friendship.” Steve let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair again. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Steve, your long time crush, just admitted that he liked you.

“I like you too.” You said with a huge smile. Steve instantly perked up when he realized what you said. A small quickly spread across Steve’s face.

“You do?”

“Of course I do! Do you really think I like movies enough to work here every weekend on the same exact shifts as you?”

“Well, yeah.” He said with a shrug.

“Oh my god.” You shook your head in disbelief. You were both completely clueless.

“So, now what?”

“I’m kinda hungry. Do you want to grab a quick dinner at the diner?” You asked with a hint of shyness.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” He said with a smile that was typically reserved for flirting.

You both worked faster than normal to close down the store. As you stood outside watching Steve attempt to lock the door, you felt butterflies in your stomach. After years of crushing on Steve, you were finally going on a date with him. You knew Robin and Eddie would tease you endlessly, and Dustin would likely protest you dating his best friend, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was your first date with Steve.

[clowningaroundcanon]

Random disorganized Ninjago headcanons (beware there is Hotwire ((Pixal x Kai)) stuff near the bottom)

• Kai can play electric and acoustic guitar, he’s better at acoustic guitar though due to using his dads to play for Nya when their parents disappeared

• The ninjas love languages are all bullying each other affectionately

• How they play the game chicken, Cole, Jay, and Kai will sneak into Wu’s room and will have each other drink suspicious sounding teas, first to back out/not be able to continue drinking the teas will have to take the other twos chores (they almost never get caught somehow)

• PIXAL can somehow find anything if you ask for her to search for it. When the ninja lose something, they’ll always go to her to find it.

• Zane and PIXAL have a grudge against the coffee bot (there’s no reason why, they just hate her.)

• Jay needs glasses but refuses to wear them as he thought they were a hinderance to inventing cause they’d always slip off when he was testing.

• Cole is the only one out of all the ninja that can walk through a haunted house and not scream once, scare actors do startle Zane enough to scream but Cole sorta just laughs at the others misery and forgets that he should be scared too.

• All of the ninja fear PIXAL

• Kai is the kind of person who’s really smart but shows off as lazy, impulsive, and cocky. (Think like Ranpo Edogawa or Rio Nakamura)

• Nya can beat almost every ninja in an arm wrestle (Only people she cannot beat is Cole, PIXAL and Lloyd)

• Cole, Kai, and Lloyd are aroace I don’t make the rules

• Every Friday, Cole will go to Shintaro with a gaming console and a spare tv to play video games with Vania (and even some of the guards)

• Everyone but PIXAL and Kai have fallen for scams once in their time as a ninja.

• Wu says he doesn’t have favorites, he does.

• (cough cough, it’s Cole but Zane is a close second)

• Lilly and Libby (Cole and Jay’s moms) have trained beside one another under the guidance of Wu, Lightning and earth elemental masters were born to be close friends

• Jay has microwaved a gummy pizza, a metal bowl, play dough, a plant, and a cheese stick. He was banned from using the microwave without permission

• Cole gets his poor cooking skills from his mom

• After season 11, Wu had two favorites

• (it’s cole and Pixal, Zane is still a really close second)

• Nya and Zane trust Lloyd to be in charge more then any other ninja when they’re gone

• Kai and PIXAL bicker a lot and about anything and everything.

• These arguments almost always end in Nya and Zane having to separate the two by force with them screaming at each other

• “THE ANSWER IS ONE YOU IGNORANT TOASTER!” “THE ANSWER IS SIXTEEN YOU BURNT HOT POCKET!” As Zane and Nya drag the two of them away in opposite directions

• Zane has a detector to tell when the ninjas bickering is gonna turn into property damage.

• Jay and Lloyd team up to prank the other ninja, the only ones they haven’t been able to get yet as a duo was PIXAL and Kai (PIXAL cause they don’t dare to mess with her and Kai because he saw through Lloyd and Jay’s pranking habits when they first met and has been able to avoid them since then)

• Because I am a ruthless Hotwire shipper, PIXAL and Kai tend to fall asleep next to each other on long road trips or after tiring missions and yes they lean on one another, yes the other ninja have taken photos.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Gonna be petty for a minute and complain about the fact that the ONE Bluepunk(Percy and Hobie,platonic)post not by me said Hobie would be friends with Percy because Percy is a skater boy

I am so sick and tired of the skater boy allegations against Percy because 1.She's transfem-coded and hates masculinity and most men in-text and 2.Even if not to his level,she is a legit anarchist like Hobie is!!!She's anti-authority because she grew up facing nonstop ableist and classist bullying and to a lesser extent emasculation from her tormenters too and had an abusive stepdad,she hates richness as a concept and billionaries personally(Rachel dosen't count,she makes it clear she wants to destroy her dad's company when she gets older + It's implied Percy joined her at protests and charities),she's been a beater of bullies of ALL SIZES including fucking gods????Which is kinda the whole plot of series?and she even did the same thing for Nico and Hazel Hobie did for Gwen and Miles by providing shelter and care for an abused queer minor + 'I see a black kid in trouble and i'm gonna help them out' typa of beat and she's a real friend to them too instead of treating them as tokens.Do i even to remind y'all of how hyperpopular afrolatino Percy was and still rightfully is because like with her being a tgirl,there's so much subtext in the books it makes way more sense than her being white and also like it it's pretty much universal approved by the irl group

Sigh.Yeah,they'd be instant best friends and close enough to see eachother as family but Not Like That.Hobie probs thinks Avril is a loser in canon and Percy never brought her up in the books but she DID give Nico a Ramones shirt as a gift and has 'I am impertinent' and 'The sea does not like to be restrained' to Hobie's 'I hate the a.m,i hate the p.m,i hate labels' and 'I don't believe in consistency' and you can shove in a joke of Percy wanting blue laces for a Secret ReasonTM she won't tell and Hobie is giving big time mama's boy and has adultification trauma as a core aspect of his character.Percy makes blue food for Hobie and teaches him to do black glamrock looks like hers.Hobie diy's personalized blue beads for Percy and teaches her how to play the guitar.They shit talk posers together and she goes to his shows and they play video games on her emulator and go to the beach every other saturday and she visists his dimension on the regular to get a taste of Tartarus again and he gets a celestial bronze AND mystical morganite sword that disguises itself as a guitar with a stygian iron and Mrs O'Leary and Spidermutt have playdates and Percy and Hobie are afro-dominican/jamaican/caribbean solidarity

Yeah okay i'm good now but also sidenote Sk8ter Boi qualifies as more of a sexyman than The Onceler at this point,WHERE IS THE GRIP COMING FROM,IT'S BEEN OVER 20 YEARS??????Anyway i love Hobie and his hot older sister

[queen-shiba]

for za leona event weeheehee 😎😎✨

archduke!leona [an archduke is usually a prince given a piece of land within the kingdom to rule as a duchy] this is a draft of mine that i wanted to slkdjfhgreiws with you about

but imagine the archduke of the sunset savannah who lives in a studio apartment and plays guitar and video games and stuff bc he's tired of looking at paperwork 😳😳😳 guitar with veiny hands

The Duke won't do his fucking work

The servants have been chasing this man around all day to get his work done!

He's been hiding away in sevens know where, and not a damn soul can find him!

What they didn't know, is that he had hidden himself away in a studio, enjoying his life.

If he wasn't sleeping, he was watching tutorials on guitar playing, and going along with it.

If he wasn't doing that, then he was, surprisingly enough, playing a video game.

He wasn't very big on rpgs, and instead seemed to enjoy turn based games where you could plan out what you do first.

It was almost like chess. Just faster.

Unfortunately...

This didn't last long and he was hunted down and dragged back to his office to complete his work.

Then, he was allowed to return to his little studio.