#prompt: summer

[runninriot]

written for today's @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up event ☀️

Heat of the Moment

prompt: summer | wc: 1000 | rated: T | no cw | tags: Eddie has a crush on Steve, pining, Steve's 'stupid tiny swim shorts' deserve their own tag, (implied) friends to lovers | also on ao3

Eddie wipes a hand over the back of his neck, regrets it instantly when his palm comes back wet.

    Gross.

His hair is sticking to his forehead and no matter how little he moves, his body betrays him, wants to drown him in sweat.

It’s too fucking hot.

And Steve isn’t helping. He’s the reason for a different kind of heat wave just by lying there in these stupid tiny swim shorts, no shirt. Unfairly fucking beautiful, even in this unbearable heat, just blissfully existing.

Eddie is going to melt into a puddle on the floor if he doesn’t stop staring at him. If he doesn’t stop following the droplets running down his neck. He’d lick them right off, if he could. Would follow their trail down to where they collect in Steve’s glorious chest hair. Would swipe his tongue through the little rivulet that has formed in the groove between his abs, wouldn’t stop there.

    God.

It’s really not fair. How can someone look so good in this heat?

Steve always looks good. That’s why Eddie loves him. Or it’s one of the reasons. He has a thing for pretty boys, sue him! He wished it was different, too, but oh well.

The real tragedy is that Steve doesn’t know because he wouldn’t care – or worse. And Eddie really should stop staring if he wants to keep his little secret.

Steve is side-eyeing him when he stands up from where he was lying on his deck chair, his bronze skin covered in a sheer layer of sweat, glistening in the golden afternoon sun.

   “You good, Munson?”

Eddie swallows thickly, nods.

   “Want a beer?”

Another nod because Eddie doesn’t trust himself not to let out an embarrassing whimper if he dares to open his mouth.

Those shorts should be illegal.

It takes everything for Eddie to hold Steve’s gaze, to give him a polite smile in thanks for his offer, when his eyes are begging to drop down to where clingy fabric does shit all to hide Steve’s... form.

Steve thankfully seems unfazed by Eddie’s sudden inability to talk, just shrugs and walks inside, which – to Eddie’s blessing and misery – offers a whole other view that would send Eddie over the edge if he hadn’t at least one tiny bit of dignity left in him.

That. Ass.

    Jesus.

How is Eddie even allowed to exist in the same sphere as this perfection of a man?

And how is he supposed to ever get over his goddamn crush if Steve keeps inviting him over to spend time together, just the two of them, alone in this big ass house with no one around to save Eddie from his own dangerous mind, no one to keep him in check?

Had anyone told him he’d be spending the summer hanging around in Steve’s backyard, being served beer by the man himself, who’s walking around in these godforsaken shorts – Eddie would’ve laughed.

But now that it’s reality, all he can do is gawk and wonder and try not to lose his mind when Steve walks back out, two beers in one hand, the other outstretched to where Eddie is sitting.

   “Let’s sit by the pool, cool down a bit. Your face is so red, I don’t want you to have a heat stroke.”

    Oh god.

Eddie hesitantly takes Steve’s hand, lets himself be pulled up, hopes Steve doesn’t mind how sweaty his palm is. Hopes he doesn’t notice his staggered breathing, his trembling knees.

Maybe he does have a heat stroke? Maybe that’s the reason why he’s feeling a little dizzy right now.

Or maybe it’s the fact that Steve still hasn’t let go of his hand as he leads him to the pool.

Maybe, the fact that Steve is smiling at him brighter than the sun herself, is what’s making it harder to breathe.

They sit down on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the refreshingly cool water. The bottle in his hand is cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of Steve’s hand he instantly misses, now that it’s gone.

   “Wanna go for a swim?”

The water is nice, perfect to cool down his overheated skin and mind.

Steve is just chilling there, both arms splayed out over the edge, his head tilted back, eyes closed; soaking his body in the water while enjoying the sun on his face. Just minding his own business, not even batting an eye at Eddie who’s awkwardly splashing around, watching the beautiful man from a safe distance.

A distance that’s keeping him from mindlessly swimming over to him, to cage him against the tiles with his arms on either side, one leg slotted between Steve’s, pressing his own wanting body up against the other man’s.

He wants to kiss him so bad.

It’s not the first time that thought hits him but it’s painful every time.

    Fucking hell.

Eddie closes his eyes, groans in frustration over his stupid heart’s stupid fluttering. What a waste of time and energy to pine after someone so far out of reach.

Eddie takes a deep breath before he dives down. Lets his body sink deeper into the pool until his toes reach the ground before he resurfaces with a loud gasp.

When he opens his eyes again, Steve is suddenly right there, right in front of him, smiling his pretty smile.

And then he reaches out, fingers playing with a rogue curl before tugging it back behind his ear.

Eddie feels like the water around him is boiling, feels too hot again now that Steve is so close.

So close, Eddie could easily reach out to pull him in and-

   “I want to kiss you.”

It is Steve who reveals Eddie’s secret back to him. It’s not a question; he’s stating a fact – unashamed and clear. No talking around it, no shy blush painting his cheeks.

Eddie feels brave, carried away by the heat of the moment.

   “Then what are you waiting for?”

[lingeringmirth]

more than worth it

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up challenge Summer, using the quote: "It's too hot for clothes."

rating: M | cw: none | tags: past non-romantic Steve/Tommy, getting together, summer of -86, Eddie lives, first kiss, eddie is steve's bisexual awakening, bisexual steve harrington.

”Why are you naked?”

Steve has just been inside to get them more drinks, so coming back and find Eddie lounging on one of the deck-chairs completely naked is a bit of a shock, but not an unwelcome one, not if he’s being completely honest with himself.

”It’s too hot for clothes.”

Steve lets his eyes linger a little bit, if Eddie’s gotten undressed then he’s allowed to look, right? The man had finally made him stumble from denial into acceptance over his bisexuality, to admit to himself that it wasn’t just a hand is a hand type of situation. He had liked jerking Tommy off because he’d liked men, it hadn’t been just a friend thing.

”Is it?”

Eddie gives him a leer, lets one of his legs drop to the side and there is no heterosexual way to spin the way he’s sitting with one leg bent in front of him and the other open to the side so Steve can see practically everything, the way he stands at attention, in challenge.

So, Steve does the only thing he can do in this situation, with the summer sun scorching hot on his back, his beer leaking condensation down his arm and a pretty naked man in front of him. He puts his drink aside, shucks off his own clothes and meets Eddie’s eyes with a challenge, hands on his hips in what he’s trying not to think as his mom-pose.

Eddie’s eyes are dark with want, his body responding with need.

”Finally. Come here, sweetheart.”

They’re doing this now, there’s no going back, no trying to explain it away afterwards. Tommy had never called Steve sweetheart. No-one ever has. If he hadn’t already fallen for Eddie, that word alone would have made him stumble over the edge.

He stalks to the lounger Eddie is so brazenly displaying himself in, sits astride his lap and kisses him, hard and desperate.

They get even hotter after that, but it’s more than worth it.

[naturallyteal]

Summer Apple

A nonet for the prompt “Summer” for GOetry Monday

@goodomensafterdark

(9) Shall I compare you to the summer?

(8) You are more ardent, fierce and hot!

(7) I melt in you like ice cream,

(6) let your heat seep through me,

(5) boneless beneath you.

(4) Tempt me, Summer,

(3) apple red,

(2) neath sky-

(1) blue!

“He couldn't see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn't. And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it. “

~ book!GoodOmens

Aziraphale (who’s sky-blue-eyed POV this poem is in) may carefully, lovingly mock the first two lines of the world’s most famous sonett (18) by Shakespeare:

„Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.“

[crematosis]

[bellafragolina]

Emmet lovessss a watermelon. He loves the beach. Doesn’t like the sand that much. He likes shells and swimming. Doesn’t like sunburn or the slimy feeling of sunscreen. But he can up up with the bad because then out comes the watermelon.

Ingo sets on the blanket, eyeing his brother who paces side to side in excitement just a few feet away. He’s a bit worried Emmet’s going to try and crack it open with a karate chop. But he tries to relax. This is Emmet, his brother and fellow Subway Boss. He knows better than to-

“Watermelon!” Emmet cheers, running over and SLAMMING his head into the melon.

Ingo shrieks, the spray of red watermelon flesh almost making it seem like Emmet split his head open! But Emmet straightens with a bright grin, head soaked in enough watermelon juice to dye his hair half red.

“Goddamnit!” Ingo shouts over the peels of cackling laughter Elesa gives behind him. “Emmet!! You buffoon!”

Emmet licks his lips. “It was quicker! You take to long! I wanted watermelon and now I got watermelon!” To prove it, he takes a chunk into his hand, Eelektross following suit, shoving it into his mouth as he runs back towards the ocean to wash off. “Yummy!”

“Your ass is grass, Emmet!” Ingo yells after him. “Disgusting! Horrendous!”

“Hilarious!” Elesa chimes, waving her phone around.

Great, Ingo thinks with a defeated sigh, there goes any respect we had. Stupid watermelon.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

Ok so Amity gets lots of its funding by hosting a summer camp every year. They host it by the lake in the woods and the local high schools are counselors and head of cabins.

The camp is like a 150 year tradition and it got very popular especially among the rich from around the country.

They kept it going, closing down for 3 summers because of the ghost attacks (the town could have the attacks and the camp running. It would be too dangerous)

They opened it the next year, but with a lot more liability paperwork and that stuff.

This is also the year where Damian Wayne gets sent to the camp.

Bruce went, Dick went, Jason went, Tim went and even Cass went for a year and now it was his turn.

Damian did not want to go. There are no phones allowed, so he won’t be able to communicate with his family. He went anyway. Danny is his head of cabin.

All the senior class members are liminal. With the weird traits and all that shit. They know Danny is phantom but they don’t really talk about it

Shenanigans:

- Danny noticing the faint liminal scent on Damian and kind takes him under his wing to hopefully have Damian feed off of his ecto and get healthier. Damian thinks his head of cabin just gets really attached really easily.

- Sam running the gardens and using her undergrowth powers. Damian think she’s related to Posion Ivy, but evidently does not care when he find out she a vegan and just as passionate about the environment and animals as he is

- Tucker teaches the campers a coding class. 30 fourteen year olds hacking into places they should not hack into. Surprisingly, under Tuckers guidance, they all manage to successfully hack into the Pentagon without detection. Damian glanced at Tucker’s screen and saw that he was not hacking along with them but hacking an organization called the GIW

-Val and Danny teach hand to hand combat and weapons. After the camper learn to use all the weapons, Val and Danny assign one o them (crossbow, knife, bow and arrow, laser gun). Damian is great at all of them, and they let him pick whichever weapon he wants.

- Damian offhandedly mentions that a katana is his preferably weapon. The next week, Danny’s younger sister comes back from her travels with a katana for him.

- dash and kwan run the camp wide games. They have capture the flag and dodgeball (but they changed it to bow and arrow dodgeball to secretly help with the kids aim), but now they added a little tournament.

- each camper uses their weapon and are pitted against each other until there is one winner. Unsurprisingly, it’s Damian.

- the GIW crashes the camp in the middle of the night after getting a really strong ecto signal (Damian, plus Danny, plus the other liminal counselors). The counselors were at a separate location having a meeting or some other shit that doesn’t involve the campers.

-with Damian leading, the campers manage to fend them off. He and the other campers notice that they seemed to be targeting Damian.

-the counselors get back in time to help them.

-Damian doesn’t mention any of this to his family, and neither do the other campers. They all want to come back next year.

BONUS

Damian send weekly letters about what he’s doing at camp but in simple terms so that the Wayne’s think that camp just expanded their activities and Damian’s having fun

BONUS BONUS

Damian, after feeding off of Danny’s ecto for 2 months becomes visibly liminal. He grows a foot and a half taller, gets fangs, can hold his breath for longer, is quieter, eyes start glowing.

The Waynes are slightly suspicious, but they’ve all went to the camp and came back fine, so maybe he just had a growth spurt.

Maybe months later Constantine comes to the Watchtower and ask Damian how long he’s been dead. Damian answers.

“4 months, magician.”

The Waynes are now freaking out because they had no idea Damian died during summer camp.

Cue the rabbit hole into Amity Park, Phantom, Danny, and the GIW

[platypaws]

pnf revival challenge days 29 & 30: Water & Buford!

Hosted by @howtonerdoutovereverything! ✨

10 minutes later biff disappears in the pool and Buford cries

[revival challenge masterpost]

[malusokay]

end of summer journaling prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Which month of summer was most memorable to you and why?

At what point do you feel like summer is over?

Top 3 summer memories?

How do you plan to spend the last summer days?

Have you made vacation friends, and if so, have you stayed in touch with them?

Top 3 summer fruits?

What is your favourite summer beauty ritual?

Does time feel like it's moving faster or slower in summer?

What is something that you wanted to do all summer but haven't done yet?

Top 3 summer songs this year? make a playlist!!

How did your routine change over the summer?

What habits did you pick up this summer, and what do you want to continue in the upcoming school year?

Summarise the entire summer in just 1 word!!

3 unpopular summer opinions?

How would you rank all four seasons now that summer is coming to an end?

Do you feel the "summertime sadness"?

hey dolls I hope August is treating you all with plenty of kindness!! for me, this has probably been the busiest month so far, trying to manage moving, work, school, and relationships while also enjoying summer to the fullest!!

As always, please feel free to share your own prompts or even your summer highlights in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[juneofdoom]

June of Doom 2025 💣

By popular vote, here be the 2025 June of Doom prompt list for your doomsday planning!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

Angst, hurt/comfort, and lighter/ funnier forms of whump are also welcome! Torture takes many forms. :)

Rules/ FAQ!

Tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

You can combine this challenge with other challenges!

You can start/ finish this challenge whenever the heck you want!

You can mix and match prompts from different days!

I'll post reminders and such the closer we get!

[Text List]

[AO3 Collection] - "JUNEOFDOOM2025"

And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog your awesome here! Have fun!

Previous Dooms: 2023 || 2024

[recordmemes]

⋆☀︎. county fair scenarios

feel free to combine prompts! add ' reverse ' to switch roles!

[ FERRIS WHEEL ] for my muse to join yours on the ferris wheel

[ COTTON CANDY ] for my muse to buy your muse cotton candy

[ PRIZE ] for my muse to win your muse a prize at a game

[ HAY BALE ] for our muses to sit together on a hay bale

[ FUNHOUSE ] for my muse to find yours lost in the funhouse

[ SNOW CONE ] for my muse to accidentally drop their snow cone

[ PAINT ] for our muses to get their faces painted together

[ RING TOSS ] for my muse to show off (or fail miserably) at ring toss

[ DANCE ] for my muse to ask your muse to dance to a local folk band

[ TICKET ] for my muse to give your muse one of their tickets

[ SNEAK AWAY ] for our muses to ditch the crowd and find a quiet spot away from everyone else

[ RAFFLE ] for my muse to win a raffle for something your muse wants

[ BALLOON ] for my muse to buy your muse a balloon

[ ROLLER COASTER ] for our muses to end up sitting next to each other on the roller coaster

[ PHOTO BOOTH ] for my muse to ask yours to take photos with them

[ TILT-A-WHIRL ] for our muses to ride the tilt-a-whirl together

[ CARAMEL APPLE ] for my muse to let your muse have a bite of their caramel apple

[ STAGE ] for our muses to get pulled up onto the stage during a show

[ SPILL ] for my muse to spill their drink all over yours

[ FUNNEL CAKE ] for our muses to share a funnel cake

[ DUNK TANK ] for my muse to end up in the dunk tank while yours throws the ball

[ KISSING BOOTH ] for my muse to be manning the kissing booth

[ KETTLE CORN ] for my muse to share their bag of kettlecorn with yours

[ PETTING ZOO ] for our muses to spend some time in the petting zoo

[ TUNNEL OF LOVE ] for our muses to end up on the tunnel of love together

[ FORTUNE ] for our muses to get their fortunes told together

[ BOOTH ] for our muses to man a booth together

[ HORSE RIDE ] for our muses to go on a horse ride together

[ LOST ] for our muses to get lost in the crowd together

[ LANTERNS ] for our muses to release lanterns into the night sky together

[ FIREWORKS ] for our muses to watch the night's fireworks together

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Overheated

Pop-Up Prompt: School's Out For Summer | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Recreational Weed Use, Language | Tags: Set Post S2, Car Trouble, Crossing Paths, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper is Done With These Two Kids

Eddie scurries down the packed hallway, knocking shoulders with anyone that dares to get in his way. He slams into the push handles of both of the glass double doors, shoving them wide open. The sun is bright, blinding him, but he doesn't give a fuck.

School's out for summer.

School's out forever.

Eddie can't wait to get out of this place. He's pretty sure he failed his last final, but he's not coming back for a third senior year. No fucking way. He's done forever, graduated or not.

He runs across the parking lot, his wallet chain banging into his thigh. Swinging open the van door, throwing his backpack into the passenger seat with a thud.

Firing up the engine of the van, he puts the pedal to the metal and gets the fuck out of Dodge. 

There's a box of tapes next to his seat, and he's fiddling around. Looking for the Alice Cooper tape he's pretty sure he has. Somewhere. Joint hanging from his lip. Attempting to pull another hit, unsuccessfully trying to keep it lit while he fucks around.

Being done with school is something to fucking celebrate.

When he looks up, he's rounding the curve of the highway, and right next to the road, barely off the pavement and in a really dumb spot, is Steve Harrington.

Eddie taps the brakes, slowing. 

Harrington has the hood up, and by the look of the steam billowing from underneath, that expensive-ass car has overheated. Rich kids really are just like them, it turns out.

And Eddie shifts his foot, aiming for the gas pedal. Planning to press back down on it. Harrington isn't his problem. 

But the van overheats all the time. And Steve's got a gallon jug of water in his hand. He really shouldn't do that.

Eddie honks his horn, and Steve looks up. 

Fuck it.

Eddie pulls over, dropping the joint in the ashtray, and backs up until he's closer to where Steve's parked.

"Don't do that, dumbass, you'll crack the block!" Eddie shouts, hopping out of the van. Both feet hitting the grass of the ditch. "You need coolant."

"I don't have coolant," Harrington says.

Eddie swings open the back of the van, and starts rummaging. Steve leans over his shoulder, he can feel the heat of him, far too close. 

When he gets his hand on the jug, Eddie holds it up, victorious. Spinning around, making Steve take a step back.

"How much is it worth to you?" Eddie asks, grinning with all his teeth.

Harrington puts his hands on his hips, and the look on his face is so goddamn bitchy. Eddie's never seen anything like it on another dude. It's uniquely Harrington, somehow.

"Munson," he says, but reaches for his back pocket, for his wallet.

Eddie laughs. 

"Your car is too hot right now, anyway. You need to let it sit."

And Harrington looks dejected. 

"Just for fifteen minutes or so. Not forever," Eddie adds.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

Eddie puts the jug down by the front of Steve's car, shoulder bumping Steve's on the way down on purpose.

"You smell like weed," Steve says, and Eddie barks out a laugh.

"No shit. I was celebrating the end of this torture we've called high school until I saw your dumb ass getting ready to do dumb shit."

Steve laughs, and it's genuine. Eddie's stomach clenches against his will. 

"Got enough to share while we wait?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods even if he knows he should fuck right off and leave Harrington's ass here on the side of the road alone.

But he opens his arm, gesturing towards the van, even against his best judgment.

Steve Harrington's tongue is in his mouth, and Eddie's so fucking hard. His body is traitorous. Steve's hand is in his hair, and—

"Harrington! You in there?" 

Eddie jerks back so fast, so hard, at the banging on the back of the van, that he whacks his head. He is so fucked.

"Is that Chief Hopper?" Eddie asks, but Steve's already crawling through the van, swinging open the side door.

"Hop!" Steve yells, "It overheated again."

Eddie straightens his clothes, his hair, and climbs out behind Steve.

Jim Hopper is bent over Steve's hood, pouring in the coolant. Checking the other fluids, and Eddie wonders if he should run while he has the goddamn chance.

"I told you to get it into the shop," Hopper says, and Steve is making excuses. Like a kid.

They've got a weird dynamic. 

Hopper straightens up, "Start it for me."

Steve hurries around to the driver's door, and climbs in, doing just that. 

Hopper slams the hood closed, gives him a thumbs up, and Eddie hears Steve whoop with delight.

Eddie is just standing there like an idiot. He should have gotten out of here. But no, he's standing around like a fucking fool just because he kind of wants Steve Harrington to kiss him again.

Chief Hopper turns and looks at Eddie, "You smell like marijuana."

"Uh, that was a skunk," Eddie lies.

Hopper rolls his eyes, and takes a menacing step closer, "I know better. You're lucky I'm not on duty, kid."

Eddie nods, swallowing. 

Hopper walks over to Steve's driver's door, leaning down, "Have Munson follow you home and park it until you get it into a mechanic. Got it, Harrington?"

Steve nods.

And then Hopper stomps off, back to his truck, slamming the door.

Eddie gets back in the van, and he wasn't asked, just told indirectly, but he follows Steve back to his house. He pulls in the driveway behind him, rolling down his window.

"It get hot again?" Eddie asks.

Steve grins, shaking his head as he jogs over, smoothly hopping up on the running board of the van, sticking his head through the window, pulling himself close to Eddie's face.

"No. But I did."

Then he grins, like a cocky asshole. 

Eddie suddenly gets why girls always fawned, as Steve kisses him again.

If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! ❤️

Note: I don't think Eddie's van actually has a running board. Please accept the vision for what it is, lol.

[bubblegumflavor]

Only about seven people almost drowned on Steve's watch. None of them was Billy Hargrove.

Finally, my first entry for @harringrovesummerbingo is done ♡

A2 - Lifeguard Steve ♡

(This took me much longer than I expected XD)

[urfriendlywriter]

20 cutee summer prompts for couples:

(feel free to use! req by @stasyalovem tag me when u all writeee<33) (listen to espresso by sabrina while reading this kekeke)

beach dates!!

^ tackling and splashing water at one another at the beachhh

going on picnic dates (me when kekeke)

wearing sun-dresses and your partner absolutely can't get enough of it. ♡

cycling at sunset togetherrrr

dancing around a bonfire <3

laying on their chest while watching the sunriseee

laying in bed all dayyy together with fans on

going out to get ice-cream at 2 am (this has got to be a love language)

barbecuing / grilling meat togetherrr

when one loves to cuddle and the other hates feeling sticky

unwinding by swimming together at night (tsitp vibes ikik)

"i know the weather is hot, but you're so much hotter, babe" ".... why did you have to be so cringe--"

when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight :))

accidentally going to a horrendous summer party and finding each other and going, "we gotta get outta this!"

^ "should i fake collapse? u do cpr then lift me, then we'll make it to our car!"

"why won't you hug meee?" "sweetheart, i love you, but you're sweaty and disgusting!!" "ok then join the club, let's be sweaty and disgusting togeth-" *gets smacked on the face by a thrown pillow*

watching movies all night longgg

sprawling on the floor like a starfish in the middle of the living room with all fans at high speed

summer person x winter person- "ahhh i love the sun, my god, look at the sky, it's beautiful-" "*mimics* my god, look at the sky, it's-- my ass. i hate this. ahhh, i hate this."

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🌞 ✩ some summer prompts

¹⁾ a nettle-stung palm

²⁾ strawberries pulled right off the stem

³⁾ plastic party cups

⁴⁾ sandy knees

⁵⁾ smoke curling up from a barbecue

⁶⁾ crumbling sandcastles

⁷⁾ thighs imprinted from plastic deck chairs

⁸⁾ a flat bike tire

⁹⁾ bee stings

¹⁰⁾ sour, homemade lemonade

¹¹⁾ dog-eared postcards

¹²⁾ airport phrase books

¹³⁾ sunburnt shoulders

¹⁴⁾ a crumpled map

¹⁵⁾ deflated pool floaties

¹⁶⁾ souvenir shops

¹⁷⁾ tracing tanlines under a fingertip

¹⁸⁾ sun-baked pool tiles

¹⁹⁾ dollar store water pistols

²⁰⁾ pockets full of seashells

²¹⁾ ice lollies melting down hands

²²⁾ towels wrapped around soaked shoulders

²³⁾ the whir of a fan

²⁴⁾ balcony views

²⁵⁾ grass-stained skin

²⁶⁾ honeybees

²⁷⁾ fresh flowers wilting in dead heat

²⁸⁾ broken fishing rods

²⁹⁾ paper plates

³⁰⁾ soil-dusted hands

[twilightkitkat]

HEAR ME OUTTTTT YALL

Logan's bones are made of metal, right? And while adamantium is a fictional element, metals tend to follow a set of properties.

One primary property is that the majority of metals are conductors. This is reinforced in The Wolverine movie wherein the adamantium sword conducts heat extremely well to be able to cut off Logan's claws.

Therefore, Logan's bones are conductors (for both heat and electricity).

Most human bones (like Wade's) are insulators. This makes bones more resistant to electricity as compared to the rest of the human body, which is an electrical conductor because it's composed of water and ions.

I know the dark matter is different, but from how we see it flow through the veins and transfer we can assume it's conducted as well.

THEREFORE, THE REASON LOGAN WAS ABLE TO ALMOST INSTANTLY FORGE THE CONNECTION WAS BECAUSE HIS BONES CONDUCTED THE ELECTRICITY EASILY. AND IT WOULD ALSO MEAN THAT HIS PAIN WOULD BE SIGNIFICANTLY WORSE THAN WADE'S. BECAUSE HE LITERALLY FEELS IT RUNNING THROUGH HIS BONES, JITTERING HIS VERY SKELETON?? BUT HE STILL KEPT HOLDING ON JUST TO SAVE WADE.

Also, this means that his bones would retain heat. If he sits in front of the fire and gets heated up, he'd feel it in his bones. This means the human heater headcanons are 100% true, because he'd literally be hot metal wrapping around Wade if he's kept warm.

Inversely, however, this would mean his bones become cold due to a lack of heat. Metal oftentimes expands in hot conditions and contracts in cold conditions (which is why they leave gaps between train tracks to accommodate for this without them breaking).

So Logan would 100% get aches with cold weather because even if his body was more resistant, he can feel the chill in his bones and how they don't sit quite right and everything is too stiff and doesn't fit. (And Wade would need to heat him up instead because of this.)

Plus his thermal regulation would be compromised because it seeps into his bones instead of just his flesh. Imagine you get in front of a fan and your skin feels cool but your bones are hot. Logan would be temperature-sensitive, but he'd try to hide it because he's used to it (having lived in the mountains for years) and doesn't know what to do. (And so when Wade comes along and cares and tries to help him regulate, he nearly chokes up because it's so much easier to cope.)

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star-crossed lovers dialogue and prompts

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♡ one of them always knew they were destined to end, but accepted the fate despite it all, because they could not let their s/o go.

♡ “do you think i want to die? there isn’t any other way!”

♡ in an apocalyptic world, the end is nearing and they run into each others arms, embracing for the last time.

♡ “for you i would defy fate, i would defy the gods, and anyone who stands to hurt you.”

♡ “wake up! we could never be together.”

♡ reconnecting after years apart, just to be torn apart forever after a few weeks.

♡ “losing you is a fate worse than death.”

♡ character A’s face is the last face character B sees, “beautiful, just beautiful.” B mutters, before their eyes freeze, forever encapsulated in that moment.

♡ “don’t lie to me and tell me this is nothing! you feel it, i know you do.” “i feel nothing.”

♡ character A is forced to marry someone else while B sits in the audience and watches.

♡ “meeting her was the worst thing that ever happened to me, now i have to live in the absence of her. i have to feel the absence of her.”

♡ “he was sitting right next to me! i could have touched him, he was so close, so close yet so far away.”

♡ spy/assassin couple dying together saving the world, even though they only needed one sacrifice.

♡ “we are tragedy, nothing will change that.”

♡ character B lying about cheating on character A so character A would leave and be safe.

♡ “do not say you’re going to leave, drive a knife into my heart, truly, it would hurt less.” "don't joke about this." "you think i'm kidding?"

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