#plot bunny? plot bunny

[dionysiaproductions]

[sonrium]

DP X DC: A Minor Drinking Problem

Phantom is a relatively new member of the JLA, but it's been a few months, and things are settling in well. He's shy and polite but is a master of the snark with villains.

Before a big mission, the all hands on deck kind, everyone is talking about scars and the crazy stories behind them to distract from the coming fight. Danny, finally feeling like he can join in the conversation with all these adult heroes, pulls off his right glove to show a pretty gnarly scar on the back of his wrist. “I got this one when I fought a guy from the Revolutionary War a few weeks ago! Didn't think he'd charge me with a bayonet.” He shares a couple more stories and scars, but only the ones that he can easily show off.

Because of stories like that and some historical depictions of Phantom from different time periods, they think he's this ancient and powerful immortal that just looks like a teenager, it wouldnt be the first time. He's powerful enough to go toe to toe with Superman, so there's no way he's actually a kid. He even sometimes has the haunted, world weary eyes that their most hardened members only get after experiencing too much. Danny, being our lovable, obliviously dense idiot, has not realized that they think he's an ancient being.

After the mission concludes -it was a rough one-, the JLA celebrate their victory with a couple drinks back at the watch tower. Danny is understandably uncomfortable with this whole situation and keeps asking, “Are you sure I should be here?” They reassure him it's fine as they pass around beers, which Danny politely declines several times. Danny eventually sees this as the perfect chance to pad his blackmail folders on his inebriated coworkers.

Anyway, as the night goes on, they have a good time, but Phantom still hasn't gotten a drink like the rest of them, and Green Lantern (or hero of your choice) really wants their shy friend to come out of his shell. So, he slams an open beer bottle on the coffee table in front of Phantom. “Come on Phantom! Let loose a little. Celebrate!”

“Dude! What the hell?! I'm 16! That's illegal!” Phantom squeaks in shock.

“We don't care how old you were when you died. It's how long you've been a ghost that counts.” Flash slings an arm around Danny's shoulders from where he’s sat next to him on the couch. Flash can't get drunk, but he also thinks it would be fun to see their uptight new member drunk.

“That's even worse! You'd be giving alcohol to a two year old!” Phantom is horrified that his coworkers are so casually breaking the law.

“But you said you fought in the Revolutionary War this morning!” Green Lantern said with his eyebrows knit in confusion.

“No, I said I fought someone from the Revolutionary War. As in, the ghost of someone from the revolutionary war!”

“You can't pull that on us. There's murals and stuff of you from thousands of years ago.” The Flash waves off with a laugh.

Phantom’s finger presses painfully hard into Flash’s chest. “I do not need to explain time travel to you of all people. My mentor hates you, and I'm STILL sent on missions constantly to clean up your messes.” Phantom's clear and low. Flash liked it better when he was shouting and not staring him down like a predator with narrowed eyes.

(This random idea popped into my head. It made me laugh, so I thought you might, too. Here you go!)

[erebus0dora]

i promised you a follow-up to this..?

yup, i did.

p.s.: bonus

[dreamsteddie]

The funniest and closest to my heart headcanon about Dustin is that he is a famously bad matchmaker. He is completely delusional and will try to push the strangest combinations of people together. He makes convoluted plots and creates whole fantasy scenarios about the people in Hawkins.

This is only exacerbated after he meets and starts dating Suzie because he thinks he is the master of love now. He's like, "trust me guys. I know true love when I see it. Watch this!" and then proceeds to harass two complete strangers while his friends pretend they don't know him

At a certain point, everyone stops taking him seriously and just ignores him when he stops in the store to watch two people in the grocery store chat about the quality of the onions insisting that they are witnessing the beginnings of love or when he latches on to a couple of background characters in the movie they're watching and insist that they are deeply in love.

When he finds out that Eddie is gay after the events of season four, he immediately latches on to that fact and says perfect, I know just the man for you! He doesn't actually say that out loud, but he does suddenly start insisting that Eddie and Steve start sitting next to each other on movie nights, and that he needs two chaperones for this or that event, or asking Eddie and Steve to meet him somewhere without letting the other know and then not showing up.

Everyone thinks Steve is straight and are trying desperately to get Dustin to Please Stop.

Eddie and Steve have been dating in secret for four months and are enjoying seeing Dustin's plans seemingly backfire and their other friends' second-hand embarrassment grow the more oblivious they act and the more desperate Dustin becomes

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa wants to meet Glamrock Bonnie..

[competitioneddie]

I have no doubt in my mind that Ravi collectively refers to Buck and Eddie as 'the Texas chainsaw massacre' when he tells his friends and flatmates about the two divorced weirdos that make eyes at each other at work. For obvious reasons. When a friend pipes up at the station to pick him up for a night out or something Ravi points at Buck and says 'that's chainsaw massacre' and his friend asks 'so where's Texas?' and Buck, looking like a kicked puppy, answers 'about 800 miles southeast' and Ravi's friend just looks so confused until Ravi whispers 'Texas went back to El Paso to pick up their son, it's bad'. Buck mopes around for the remainder of his shift. Ravi never ever mentions Texas again until Eddie's back.

[the-booty-crusader]

SVSSS prompt:

Xin Mo’s “voices” are the comments people leave on PIDW. Binghe has a slew of teenagers and young adults (97% of which are angry virgins) screaming their power fantasies in his head and egging him on.

Of course there’s that one voice that always rants on for ages about how contrived everything is and how things could be done much better. And also is strangely attracted to Binghe or something?

Anyways. Skip to Binghe having become Bingge. He has his harem of hundreds of wives, an Empire greater than any before, treasures untold and riches beyond belief. The voices of Xin Mo cheer. Except one.

The ranter, who is strangely quiet for longer than usual before finally saying, “this is it? This is his happy ending? A bunch of unworthy wives, an Empire that just causes him shitloads of paperwork and being sent on quests to maintain the status quo? Is he happy like this? This sucks. Not fulfilling at all.”

At first, Binghe scoffs at this. He has everything he wanted. Nobody can hold a candle to him.

But as time goes on he thinks about it more. Is he fulfilled? Is he happy? Has he ever been? (Yes, he thinks, when he was with his mother). Had anyone ever asked him about his happiness? Did… did that lost soul within Xin Mo care more about his happiness than the whole rest of the world?

Thinking back, had that person not always talked about how much better things could be? Binghe had always thought the voice was talking about Binghe, how he could be better and he wasn’t loving up to standards. But thinking back, wasn’t the voice’s ranting almost always aimed at the world around him? That people were not worthy of him, objects not good enough and places not interesting to be in Binghe’s presence?

Did this one soul not think the absolute world of him?

Binghe didn’t need Xin Mo’s power. Not any more.

What he did need was the souls within it— specifically one.

Bingge’s comin for your ass SY

[419jhat]

I've had this plot bunny for a while. I love the idea of a fic where Eddie is super famous and Steve has no idea who he is, but they meet and fall in love.

Like, Steve's just walking down the street, super sick, trying to find a convenience store so he can find anything to save his drippy nose and stop his cough, when he gets accosted by some dude on the sidewalk with his phone out. The guy and his friend are rambling about the latest Spotify hits and Steve notices a second too late that he's being recorded and that there's a microphone in his face, so he kind of shakes himself awake and adjusts his glasses so he can see the phone.

The guy's all decked out like a rockstar with tattoos and piercings and tight leather everything, and he wants Steve's opinion. But the problem is that Steve doesn't listen to music or pay attention to famous anything, so he kind of recoils, because he realizes this random guy is trying to make him listen to his mixtape.

“Is it good?” Steve asks.

The guy’s friend kind of blinks at him and says, “I mean, it's Eddie Munson,” like that's supposed to mean something.

“Never heard of it,” Steve says with a shrug, and the rockstar starts laughing like a lunatic.

“Well, can you just listen? We're getting street reactions to the new album,” the guy says, offering him an airpod.

Steve sighs and sticks the thing in his ear and rolls his eyes when he instantly recognizes the whiney guitar solo Dustin won't stop playing every hour of the day.

He shrugs and says, “I've heard better.”

This completely shocks the guy. The rockstar takes it as a challenge to try and flirt, but Steve's too sick to catch on so he sits there bitching about Corroded Coffin on camera until he gets bored and ditches the interview halfway to go get his meds. Meanwhile, Eddie's ego is bruised but he's kind of in love. This sparks an internet manhunt desperately trying to find the handsome mystery man who caught the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin's eye, and Steve being harassed by his friends when the interview goes viral.

[anthyies]

the thing about disco elysium is that it has women in it. what you see on the internet about it might lie to you about that but it has women, gay women even, very compelling women even, in it.

[dionysiaproductions]

[erebus0dora]

let's just say that's one of the things i would like to see one day, but so far i just had to get it out of my head

(i caught a cold, i can't do complex stuff)

[dreamsteddie]

Steve and Eddie who kind of flop in life and end up poor, living in a trailer in a different small town living quiet lives of no import.

The kids, Robin, Nancy, and Johnathan all seem to take the small handful of opportunities offered to them by the government in the aftermath of the Upsidedown to take off and make something of their lives. They're off writing headlines, making news, and living their lives to the best of their abilities, but Steve and Eddie find themselves stuck.

Steve stayed in Hawkins until the kids graduated and left for college. By then Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin are all in their second or third years of college. John and Nancy have their own apartment in New York together and don't reach out all that often, only seeing the rest of the Hawkins crew on Holidays and some vacations. Robin is flourishing at an all-women's college in Maine and has a partner and a cat and plans for graduate school brewing. She's always saying Steve can come out and join her whenever he's ready, but when the time comes it feels like he would just be trying to insert himself in the middle of a life he doesn't know how to fit into, so he turns to Eddie instead.

Eddie is permanently disabled in a number of ways following the events of season four. He struggles with chronic pain, has breathing issues due to the loss of part of his right lung, and lost enough muscle mass in his left leg that walking will never be easy or done without the use of a walker or arm bar crutches. The doctors said he recovered as well as he could have. The kids said he would get better with time. Wayne said it didn't matter if he never got better, he could do anything he set his mind to.

Steve is the only person who tells him the truth.

Steve tells him that it sucks. Tells him that it will probably always hurt. Doesn't give him false hope when he's trying to grieve the loss of the life he wanted to live. The goals he wanted to reach. When he falls deeper and deeper into himself, stuck in the muck of depression, Steve is the only person he lets in. The kids try their best but their lives are moving fast, and taking care of someone like Eddie is exhausting, no matter what they try to say. Eventually, everyone but Dustin gives up on reaching out, the younger boy showing up every Sunday to try and get Eddie out of the house. He always leaves disappointed.

When Steve asks him if he wants to use what's left of their partly government payouts and Steve's equally meager Family Video savings to buy a truly shitty trailer in a town an hour and a half south of Hawkins in the fall of 1990, it feels like the first boon he's been given in almost five years. He'll never be who he could have been if he had ignored Chrissy that day in 86', but he's always thought maybe he could be more than a ghost between Wayne's walls if he could just get out of this god-forsaken town full of people who know too much and too little of what's happened to him.

They get the trailer, pack what little they have, let Wayne hug them close, and leave.

Steve has already transferred to their new town's Family Video, moving up to claim the dubious honor of being the opening manager. Mostly he just unlocks the door, signs into the computer, and makes sure nothing catches fire. Eddie hoped that moving would miraculously make him fit to enter back into the world, but he spends most of his days with a blanket on the front porch, watching people pass by. He does, though, finally accept that he needs to apply for disability to help Steve keep the lights on and the water hot. That last little bit of hope that he could be what he used to be dies, but he's learning to be content with what he does have. He starts taking a walk, just ten minutes around the loop of the trailer park saying hi and trading polite nods with his fellow residents. He's not ok, but he's starting to build a new community of people not too different from himself.

The new trailer only has one bedroom. Eddie sleeps on a fold-out mattress in the living room. It had been a major argument when they first moved in with Steve insisting that Eddie needed the bed. Eddie argued that it wasn't fair for him to take the room when Steve was the one working 40 hours a week to keep them afloat. In the end, Eddie was the more stubborn of the two. It helps that Eddie has absolutely no qualms about crawling into bed with Steve on the nights when the couch bed really won't cut it for his aching body. Steve never questions it, just shuffles over a little and lets the other man in.

Steve doesn't question a lot of stuff.

He doesn't question when all their effects are shared between them with no effort to distinguish between yours and mine, Eddie's and Steve's. He doesn't question it four months in when Eddie starts to get his feet under him and decides to take up cooking, always trying his best to have everything done just as Steve walks through the door. He doesn't question when a good chunk of Eddie's first disability check goes to buying Steve a sturdy, if not very fashionable, new watch for his birthday since his old one went bust almost a year ago.

He doesn't question it when Eddie holds his hand for the first time under the stars hanging above their front porch.

He doesn't question it when Eddie introduces him to one of his new neighbor friends with a hand resting comfortably on his lower back

He doesn't question it when Eddie starts sleeping in the bedroom every night.

Or makes him box mix cupcakes for Valentine's Day.

Or kisses him for the first time on the couch that's never a bed unless they want to spend the day binge-watching bargain bin films.

Because really, isn't this how it was always going to go? Wasn't this exactly what Steve was asking for when he asked Eddie to skip town with him?

Isn't this what Eddie was hoping for when he said yes?

[longlivechips]

The Great Dragon reaked havock on Camelot. Fire, destruction, and death flying from the skies.

A part of Arthur, that sounded suspiciously like Morgana, figured it a kind of justice. For what Camelot had done to his kind.

He missed her dearly, but was glad she wasn't here to witness this carnage.

When Arthur learned of where the dragon had been, chained below Camelot, traped for over two decades, Arthur's heart stopped.

He couldn't hear his father's raving past the rushing in his ears. Cries of betrayal, how someone had freed it. Enemies of Camelot within, sewing the seeds of their destruction. How the hunt for this fiend would begin as soon as the dragon was killed.

Arthur heard none of it.

There was only one person in Camelot foolish enough to free a dragon.

Only one person with a big enough heart and small enough brain.

Only one person nosey enough to have found the bloody dragon in the first place.

Someone who stood up for unicorns and druid boys.

Someone whose expression as the dragon attacked was nothing short of crushed. Perhaps betrayal, Arthur thinks now.

Merlin.....what on earth have you gotten us into this time.

[a-hermit-pining]

Xavier losing his mind when you are to be the honey trap for a mission. Him impatiently waiting for his part to get rid of the people leering at you. If he’s extra brutal that day, that is no one’s business. Careful, he might just snap.

Zayne with a reader who gently kisses his scars when he loses control over his evol. Reader who holds him and whispers sweet nothings while running their fingers through his hair. “I love you, and I know you love me too,” because no evol should make him feel anything less than most cherished. (Touch starved Zayne)

Rafayel but Picture of Dorian Gray au.

Sylus meeting your kid when you’re a single mother. Your kid, following him like a puppy, Mephisto and twins becoming your baby sitters. Him breaking down when your teenager gifts him adoption papers on Father’s Day. (I’ve got to write this)- read here

[starry-bi-sky]

"Uhp-uhp-bup-bup." Danny says loudly, cutting off the crime lord bleeding all over his living room. He presses a finger to his lips, despite knowing that Red couldn't see it, and stifles his rage behind a playful smile.

He's lucky he's facing the kitchen, his back turned to Hood. He can see the fury green of his eyes reflecting back at him in the chrome of the sink, he's threatening to crush the rag in his hands. His vision is futzing out in the corners of eyes.

"We don't speak the 'J' name in this household." He says in almost a sing-song, because if he doesn't, then the Gotham oil sitting, boiling, behind his teeth and coating his tongue will spittle out and Danny's already haunting his apartment just by his mere presence. He doesn't want to haunt it more.

He can hear the whine of the lightbulbs, threatening to burst like a popped balloon. He turns the water off and and rings the rag out tighter than he perhaps should.

"You don't like the clown?" Hood asks him, and Danny's not sure if he's mocking him for it. There's a knowing lilt in his voice that throws back Danny to their first meeting on that balcony. If he were anyone else, Danny might've just punched him.

His heel turns sharply towards him, a tight smile on his face and an even tighter look around his eyes. At least he knows that the green has faded because the pounding behind his eyes are gone, his grief-born, death-made rage sizzling back beneath his veins. "I think you already know why, Ridin' Hood."

A grief like this don't stay buried, after all.

[kortac-sweetheart]

plot bunny: nikto and kruger run on a “what’s yours is yours, and what’s ours is yours” policy

these men are built to PROVIDE, they’re traditional like that. even if you’re not a woman or traditionally feminine they don’t care, they still feel the need to dote on you and provide for you because that’s how they show love.

you’d never be left wanting for anything with those two, they are more than happy to buy you things or food (chide them all you want darling but it’s their money and this is how they want to spend it), and they are more than happy to give you all the attention and affection you could ever ask for. if you thought their affections were a lot already? it only gets worse when they’re retired.

and it doesn’t matter what you want, they’ll find a way.

the shirt off nikto’s back? they’re more than happy, rodnaya.

the shirt off kruger’s back? whatever you want, liebling.

the shirt off konig’s back? sure, why the hell not, and they manage to snag one of his shirts for you.

this goes beyond just material things too, they love to do things for you as well. nikto believes that there’s no greater honor for a man in life than having a near death experience shoveling snow for his family. he does not allow you to lift a finger when it comes to shoveling (or anything for that matter). always brushing you off with a “don’t worry solnishko, we can handle it. allow us.”

and although kruger used to somehow manage to burn water, he’s now got your favorite foods down pat like the good househusband he is.

“nein, don’t order out today. just sit down, i’ll make it for you.”

he also doesn’t allow you to help him when cooking, just asking you to sit at the dinner table and keep him company, he does love to hear your chatter after all.

don’t even bother trying to put together furniture by yourself, they both have a sixth sense that kicks in even if you’re just holding a screwdriver. nikto gently plucks it from your hands and silently turns to look at the instructions while kruger ushers you to sit down on the couch.

(they finish building it in about 30 minutes.)

they work together like a well oiled machine to provide for you, there’s no need for you to lift a finger when they’re here for you. just enjoy yourself ok? it makes them happy too, honey.