#superhero!richie

[b4gu3tt3m4n]

They fell asleep

Idk if I'll ever render this so take it

[lilacthebooklover]

canon is fun and all but what if i just,,, disregarded it completely and started a hatchetfield superhero au? hmm? what then?

what if all of paul's colleagues (sans mr davidson) were superheroes? what if paul himself was just a regular, completely oblivious civilian? what if he took in secret vigilante richie? what if linda monroe decided to become a supervillain to gain power and prove herself to her father? what if the first villains shown were just a cover for the overarching antagonists of the lords in black? what if i took worldbuilding to the extremes? what if i gave ted superpowers and made everyone around him deal with it? what if steph engaged in teenage rebellion by exposing her father's corrupt dealings in supervillainy? what if alice engaged in teenage rebellion by dating an actual minor supervillain? what if i included paulkins? what then, hmmm? what are you going to do about it?

[stilesgrace159]

IT & Stranger Things RP Post

Hey! I'm 22 and looking for some 18+ IT and Stranger Things Roleplay Partners.

I'm very big on aus and horror/supernatural elements like demons, vampires, werewolves, slashers, and so on. I also LOVE doing cross overs between the two fandoms. I love smut and gore, so just be warned.

IT ships include:

Richie x Eddie

Richie x Stan x Eddie

Stan x Bill

(Aged up into young adults or chapter 2 ages. I also love the neibolt aus for these ships.)

Stranger Things ships include:

Steve x Eddie

Steve x Billy x Eddie

Jonathan x Argyle

Robin x Nancy

Will x Mike (aged up)

I typically try to fit length, but if it's like 5+ paragraphs and takes up my whole screen, it may only be one reply a day if that.

I also sometimes like to do crossovers between IT and Stranger Things. Like Mike Wheeler and Richie Tozier being cousins or something. Love it! I have lots of plot ideas ready to discuss, but I'm always open to tweaking and working on other ideas with you.

My discord is Olliegee21. Add me or DM me here.

[gyroshrike]

Hello losh fandom I come bearing gifts pain

I haven’t finished watching season 2 yet, I just really want something like this to happen.

Part 2

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

all the dakota teen heroes are trans WHAT ABOUT IT?

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Angel Grove Youth Center

What are superheroes without people to protect? Meet Ernie, Richie, Tommy and Curtis!

Ernie runs the Youth Center and accompanying Juice Bar, always happy to lend a hand and his space to anyone wanting to host activities or events at the Center. He’s been a little overworked lately, since his husband left town to oversee the opening of a second Ernies’ in Harwood County, which will hopefully lead to more opening in the future. Often he’ll end up taking on the role of the advice-giving bartender, even having a specific glass behind the counter he can polish while he helps the kids with whatever’s happening with them.

As a result of having more work on Ernie’s shoulders, one of the newer kids in town, Richie Mendoza, immediately started volunteering around the Juice Bar, serving drinks and doing what she can to take the weight off of the owner for even just a little bit. She’s a little nervous, but is kindhearted and very sturdy, managing to carry a staggering amount of drinks around to anyone waiting on them. She does still wobble around a bit though, so please leave a wide berth for her. She’s also determined to remember everyone’s favorite drinks, especially that one loner girl in the yellow headphones.

Tommy Oliver is another newer kid, recently moved from Reefside because of her mother’s new super cool, super vague-to-her-daughter-about-it job in Angel Grove. She’s quiet, mostly keeping to herself and not wanting bothering anyone. Kids at school seem to mistake this for asocial broodiness, but in reality Tommy is incredibly awkward, never sure of what to say or do in any given situation. Can’t say anything embarrassing if you never say anything to begin with. She also hasn’t quite caught onto the fact that the cute girl in pink who keeps bumping into her might be doing it on purpose to strike up a conversation.

Curtis Taylor is the third new kid to move to town mid-semester and immediately latched onto the other two move-ins as his newfound friend group, knowing his cousin has his own group of friends to hang out with. Despite not officially volunteering at the Youth Center, he will still pop behind the counter to help Richie make smoothies and hand them out to folks waiting. He’s been talking to Ernie about running a Dance Class with his cousin’s help, but Zack always seems to have something come up on days they’re supposed to work it out. He’s charming and funny, determined to make everyone at school laugh at least once.

[richierambles]

guys i love my town so much 😍

totally havent called it a shithole in 5 different ways in the same paragraph wdym 🥰

[kitxkatrp]

Tag Dump 5

[rockrosethistle]

I've been trying to figure out Jon Matteson Character Family Tree theory

after all of my limited research, here's what I've come up with:

Wallace is using his military powers to keep Lumberaxe hidden.

Richie is unhelpful to this cause and once told Pete "did you know my second cousin is the hatchetfield axe man."

'Uncle Paul' drives Gary's kids to school. One day they got in the car and there was a whole seven year old child back there also calling him 'Uncle Paul.'

Also Paul's been offering the kids money in exchange for dirt on Ted.

Gary knows one of his kids likes anime and the other likes superheroes but he can't really tell the difference. Paul has seen one episode of sailor moon and thinks he knows everything ("who do you kin? Who do you ship? You know who I kin? ... you.")

Gary also went out of his way to join the Wiggly cult because he knew it would piss off Jerry.

Daniel is surprisingly close with his cousin Wallace. It turns out having psychic abilities can be really useful to the Secretary of Defence.

Also Daniels been buying a lot of stuff recently with money that came from...the 'stock market.' He got himself some new roller blades and got Richie some anime pillows. Gary pretends not to notice but already is writing up a case for Daniel incase he gets in trouble.

Aunt Emma has secretly been buying Richie blue hair dye for like a year. Gary has no idea where it's all coming from, but he keeps finding the empty boxes and Richie's been wearing a lot of hats recently.

(Which really confuses him because he never told Richie he couldn't dye his hair.)

[aneldritchmoth]

SILLY RICHIE / NPMD MEME HEHE

i saw the shirt saved in my cursed folder and i had to draw this

i did this instead of preparing for art fight oops, im almost got everything ready tho so it should be alright. im 4 days early.. kinda nervous still.

anywho my favorite starkid headcanon right now is probably the jon matteson family tree. and all the fanfics i've read where richie live with paul are the best. could that count as found family?? dunno lol.

unrelated but i've been thinking of making a superpowers/superhero au except max would be alive and sort of the cocky hero while the nerds are the villains?? idk could be interesting. ik i want grace and max to team up in said au that im cooking up. im having trouble figuring out what the nerds' powers would be.

max has ghost abilities, for, obvious reasons LOL. going invisible, phasing through walls- maybe telekinesis? and grace has light based powers- she can bend light. that makes sense to me. i might have ruth be the guy in the chair and steph be a loner anti-hero that joins forces with the nerds after?? AAAAA idk

lmk if yall would be intersted to see this sorta au and any power suggestions for pete, richie and steph would be appreciated. ok im done yapping now BYEEE

[terrestrialnoob]

Robert Hawkins sat at the kitchen table, cutting out a news story for the slowly growing binder beside him. The headline read "Local Heroes Static and Gear Team Up with Two New Friends to Defeat Concrete Menace". Just as he got the cutout safely into a sleeve, he heard the front door open.

"Anybody home?" Virgil's voice called.

"In the kitchen."

Soon enough, Virgil was there with two people following behind him that Robert didn't recognize, but could guess the identities of. One was a little shorter than Virgil, a white boy with black hair and blue eyes who looked dead on his feet and desperate to cover that fact. He had the jumpy nervousness of a kid scared of any and all adults. The other was a little taller than Virgil, tan skin, black hair, and sharp green eyes. He looked at everything around him with disinterest, but Robert felt the boy was astounded by how mundane the home was.

"Sharon home?" His son asked.

"She's out with friends." He answered honestly.

"Cool," Virgil said, and then to the horror of the white kid, "This is Danny and Damian, they're some superhero friends of mine."

"You're dad knows?" Danny asked, his hand moving as if to grab Virgil and pull him away - a protective gesture, not meant to offend.

"Not everyone has villain parents, Fenton." Damian said, then stepped forward and almost too respectfully addressed Robert with a small bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hawkins."

"Ye- yeah." Danny feebly agreed.

"Don't worry, my pops is cool with heroes and all that." Virgil reassured then explained, "They're going to hang out here for a little while, Richie kinda wrecked the station when his tinkering got out of hand."

"I told him not to plug the ecto-battery directly into anything he didn't want coming to life." Danny commented.

"So, we're just going to hang out while he fixes that, then we'll get back to work."

Robert nodded and smiled, "Don't push yourselves too hard, take all the rest you need. That goes for Richie too."

Virgil beamed at him, "Thanks Pops! we'll be upstairs."

"Let me know if you need anything," Robert called as his son and his new friends left. He pulled out his phone and looked up what kind of heroes he just let in his home and try to find those parents he was going to have words with should they ever meet.

[stilesgrace159]

Roleplay Master List

Discord: Olliegee21

Fandoms & Ships I Rp:

Stranger Things

Steve x Eddie

Steve x Billy x Eddie

Jonathan x Argyle

Robin x Nancy

Will x Mike (aged up)

IT

Richie x Eddie

Richie x Stan x Eddie

Stan x Bill

The Lost Boys

David x Michael

Fav Plot/AU Types:

I'm very big on aus and horror/supernatural elements like demons, vampires, werewolves, slashers, and so on. I also LOVE doing cross overs between the two fandoms. I love smut and gore, so just be warned. I am 22, so I prefer an 18+ partner.

I also sometimes like to do crossovers between IT and Stranger Things. Like Mike Wheeler and Richie Tozier being cousins or something. Love it! I have lots of plot ideas ready to discuss, but I'm always open to tweaking and working on other ideas with you.

Please feel free to ask for more info. These are just general ideas. If you’re really interested in a concept, I’ll go into more detail. If you want to add onto a concept or tweak it a bit, feel free to let me know. I also frequently like to do crossover with other fandoms, so feel free to ask about that as well.

Reddie RP Ideas: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KKxPAQkg4Uv0qSY8RLX3sABHWND4dp_Nll1hzEcs1Nw/edit?usp=sharing

Steddie RP Ideas: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AiVumgyexAmQHyTQMDXLZ8gC1WOn8AjTxT6rnfeLrxM/edit?usp=sharing

[garbinge]

Early Morning

Carmy Berzatto & Platonic!F!Reader Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3.3k A/N: This little universe of slice of life stories is my favorite, and i'm so glad so many of you have been enjoying it. <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Other fics from this universe The Bear Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @quixscentsposts @dadbodfanatic-x @adorable-punk-superheroes @lodeddiperrodrick @isalver @captainweasleybarnes @musicwithteeth @fancyvoidtragedy @shinebright2000 @knight4xmas @gills-lounge @navs-bhat @cosmicak

You grabbed the pack of cigarettes from Richie’s jacket that was tossed across your kitchen island and stepped through the window that led to your fire escape. It was early, the sun just starting to rise creating golden hues across Chicago on this beautiful Friday morning. In your hand besides the cigarettes was a large blanket from your couch, just because the sun was out didn’t mean the Chicago air was forgiving. 

Sitting on your firescape with a cigarette wrapped in your blanket was something you found yourself doing often since all the issues with your dad began popping back up again. It offered you peace, an escape from reality almost. Inside, although just as quiet and peaceful most times,  you felt trapped. Stepping outside felt freeing, like the air was easier to breath and your thoughts were easier to fade away in the wind. 

You took the time to watch the hustle and bustle of the streets in the morning, people going to work, the people coming home from their night shifts, those coming home from other night time activities, the construction workers start their work, and everyone in between. 

Where your apartment sat, you were able to see so much of the Chicago streets, below you sat some of your favorite bakeries and delis. If you looked far enough, you could see the street sign where your job was located, but where your eyes sat now was on the small corner that was about 8 blocks away where The Beef, or what was formerly known as The Beef sat. 

It was then, as your gaze passed it that you saw someone in a white t-shirt pacing back and forth on the sidewalk next to the restaurant. Your face fell to a frown and you smirked a little before pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling the person who was pacing, Carmy. 

You saw him look at the phone, but you were too far to really see his expression. It was that moment that you realized there was a high chance he didn’t answer and you’d see it happen right in front of you. With how things had been going lately between you, it was a real possibility he wouldn’t answer and come up with some excuse, that you would know was just a blatant lie. 

But all of those thoughts went to the wayside when you heard his voice and saw him still pacing with the phone to his ear. 

“Why are you up?” Was the first thing out of his mouth when he answered. 

“Why are you up?” You said the same thing back to him. 

“My head’s too busy I just needed to get out.” You saw him bring his hand up behind his head to run his fingers through his hair. 

“Yea, same.” You laughed, it was always so hilarious to you how similar the two of you were despite being so different. “Why are you at the restaurant?” 

“There’s just a million things to do and I gotta meet the fire suppression guy at 9.” He answered you, still pacing until he suddenly stopped, realizing he hadn’t mentioned being at the restaurant. You saw his head raise, and he immediately turned around and began searching in the sky. “Are you?” His eyes were trying to find your building. “Are you fucking watching me, creep?” The smile on his face wasn’t clear to you visually but you could hear it in his voice. You raised your hand and waved which he did back and laughed in the phone. “What are you doing?”

“I just needed some air.” You shrugged and lowered your hand back down. 

“What’s on your mind?” He was still looking up at you. 

“What’s not.” You laughed and shook your head. 

“Do uh, you remember when we were kids, like I don’t know fifth grade of some shit.  And it was like the day of the science fair, we were waiting for your dad to pick us up and you had this huge volcano or something in your hands.” 

“Yea it was Vesuvius.” You remembered it clearly. 

“You kept talking about it as we sat there and I just was staring at the group of kids who were obviously about to come over and be fuckin’ assholes, right.” 

You laughed, remembering how oblivious you were to it all. “They came over and slapped my project out of my hands.” 

“And I just sat there.” Carmy’s voice got stressed. “I feel like I’m always just sitting by watching shit happen.” 

“You actually saved it.” You corrected him. “When it got tossed to the ground it, it started to explode again and you put dish soap on it to stop it.” 

“Where the fuck did I get dish soap?” He scratched his head trying to think. 

“Your science project about germs.” 

“I don’t remember that.” He laughed a little. 

“Of course you don’t, you remember feeling out of control, you always remember feeling out of control.” You said it so obvious. 

“I remember Mikey being the one to pick us up and scaring the piss out of those kids.” 

You wanted to point out that that was another moment where he felt out of control but you dropped it and continued with your version of the memory. 

“That was the night Mikey told me I wasn’t going home for a bit, because he found my dad passed out in the bathroom at whatever fuckin’ dive bar, but he told me he was away on business.” 

“You, uh, talk to your dad lately?” 

That was a weighted question and you felt the anxiety manifest itself as bile in your throat. 

“You wanna talk about lack of control.” You brushed off the comment with a light laugh. “Let’s talk about what we can control, what’s on the agenda today?” Carmy laughed and shook his head. “Not really a qualifying topic.” He sniffled and adjusted his coat slightly before coming up with a new topic to talk to you about. “Oh, I uh, tried your coffee last night.” 

That shocked you, not exactly sure how or when he would have done that. Your silence on the other end gave him the clue that must’ve been what you were thinking and he answered your internal questions. 

“You uh, left some of the containers in the fridge, labeled, I was here late and went to grab a redbull when I saw them and thought—“

“Two birds, one stone.” You nodded, understanding. 

“I mean I guess, but I really thought how I haven’t had a chance to try and you must be kind of moving ahead there, but I could give you my thoughts if you wanted?” 

It was exactly what you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from giving him shit about it. 

“Well if it isn’t going to take you away from your busy morning pacing up and down the sidewalk.” 

Carmy laughed and took the phone away from his ear, starting to scroll around and pull up his notes app before bringing the phone up to his ear again. 

“I just sent it to you.” He was staring back up at your building. 

You did the same thing as him, but putting him on speaker as you went to your messages. Quickly you breezed through his notes, clocking the positive comments along with the few ideas he had as well. 

“You know these weren’t fresh, some of these are better fresh.” You said still reading through the list. 

“Read my… third to last note.” Carmy thought of where the comment he remembered writing sat. 

Blend #3, better in the fridge for 48h, assuming these have been here for 24, so double it, it’s getting richer.

The rest brew fresh. You can taste the stale flavor slightly right now if you know to look for it. 

“Which one’s your favorite?” You finished reading through his comments and brought the phone back up to your ear. “You didn’t write down your favorite.” 

“1.” He didn’t hesitate to answer, he knew it off the top of his head. 

“The Chicago Blend.” You nodded with a smile knowing it was the signature one. 

“That’s good, play on the windy city right? Cause of it’s airy-ness?” 

You smiled from ear to ear and nodded. “Exactly that.” 

“So you got a name for the brand at all?” He was moving to lean against the building now, taking out a cigarette of his own. 

“Uh, yea, you actually gave me some inspiration around it the other day, I think I’m gonna call it Best Blends or something.” 

“I gave you inspo?” Carmy laughed but it was followed by a serious tone. “I like it, like–like the flavors compliment each other.” His voice had a little hesitancy in it. 

“You hate it.” You let out a laugh and covered your eyes with your free hand. 

“No–no I don’t hate it.” He said also laughing a little bit, you could see him running his hand through his curls when you looked back up. 

“It’s corny.” You were nodding, your hand covering your mouth now waiting for his response. 

“No–no it’s not corny.” 

You cut him off quickly. “It’s corny, Carmy, I know you, I can tell you hate it.” 

“It’s–it’s…” He trailed off for a minute before hearing your laugh on the other side and agreeing. “Okay yea, it’s–it’s a little corny, but I don’t hate it.” 

“I just got swept up in the nostalgia of it all and tried to make it punny.” You were still laughing. “I told people this name, how embarrassing.” 

“I think it’s reparable.” He was still laughing slightly. 

“Reparable, huh?” You brought your legs to your chest and you thought for a minute. “I’m coming up blank.” 

“What if you drop best?” He said already having the answer. 

“Blends?” You frowned, thinking about it. 

“The Blend.” Carmy shrugged. 

“Sounds like a band name.” You didn’t laugh this time, because you kind of liked the sound of it. 

“Band names aren’t corny.” He said it like he was trying to prove a point. 

“No, they aren’t.” You nodded. “The Blend.” You said it in a whisper, your way of settling into it. “Sounds like The Bear.” You wanted to mention the similarity of it all. 

“Guess I got a type.” He laughed slightly.

Before the conversation with the name could continue, you felt something warm next to your shoulder and turned to see a coffee mug. You followed the arm up to see who was holding it and saw a sleepy Richie holding it out for you. A smile grew on your face and as you went to grab it you heard Carmy on the other end. 

“Who is that? Is that Richie?” 

“No, it's Leonardo DiCaprio. Yes it’s Richie.” You teased. 

“Alright, look, it’s still weird, alright.” He lifted his hand up in innocence. 

Normally Richie would have had something smart to say but all he did was lift his hand up and give Carmy the finger before leaning down and placing a kiss on your head. 

“Oh yea, real nice, okay, even nicer.” Carmy turned around when he saw Richie lean down to leave a kiss on your head. 

“Thanks for the coffee, there’s a day-old breakfast sandwich in the fridge with your name on it.” You looked up at Richie who just grunted in acknowledgement and stepped back out the window. 

There was silence on the phone while Carmy worked through his awkwardness and you took a few sips of the coffee. 

“Hey, uh, are you happy?” Carmy was clearly still working through the awkwardness. 

You looked through the window to see Richie falling asleep at the table, you knew he was tired because he was up all night with you watching funny clips of Family Feud because he knew how much it made you laugh. 

“Yea, Carm, I am.” You were smiling from ear to ear. 

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did nod and that’s when you looked back at him and realized what he was asking. 

“I know it probably kills you to hear it, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.” 

“Doesn’t kill me, shocks me a little, grosses me out for sure, you’re like my sister, you know. But after everything–” He stopped talking like it was hard for him to even think about what happened. “After everything you’ve been through, I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy.” 

“You deserve that too, Carm.” You fell back into the side of your apartment as you said it. 

“Yea, well, thanks for making my morning not completely suck.” He laughed awkwardly. 

“Anytime, you are now free to go back to pacing the sidewalk and panicking about your to-do list. But when you’re done, text me like 5 things on the list that you want to delegate to me and Richie and we’ll take it off your hands.” 

“I think that might send me back into my panic.” He joked and shook his head. “No, yea, I’ll – I’ll do that.” 

“You better. Alright, love you, talk to you later.” 

“Yea, l–, me too.” It was a struggle to come out of his mouth, but you appreciated it even more because of that.

You hung up the phone and stood up before lifting your own hand up to give him the finger which he happily reciprocated. As you crawled back into your apartment, you placed the blanket over Richie which caused him to wake up. 

“What time is it?” He asked, wiping his eyes. 

“7:13.” Your hand was opening the fridge so you could grab the breakfast sandwich for him. 

“Shit, I gotta go.” With one more wipe of his eyes, he was standing up, coffee mug in hand. 

“You're dropping off Eva today?” You asked him, moving towards the door. 

“Yea, this week I got switched around to Friday. Tiff had a work thing.” Richie was suddenly feeling off and began fiddling with his jacket. 

“You know you don’t have to explain your kid stuff to me, I just was asking because I’d come for the ride with you if you wanted.” A shrug left your shoulders and you held the sandwich out to him. 

He stared at you with a slight smile before leaning over and grabbing your coat from the rack. “You hold the sandwich, let’s go.” He was tossing your coat over your shoulders and then swinging his keys around his finger as you both made your way to the elevator in your building. 

The car ride wasn’t exactly peaceful, between Richie’s complaints against traffic which were anything but subtle, the beeps and business of the streets on the way to get Eva, and then the blast of Taylor Swift through the speakers as you made your way to the school. 

“Favorite album?” You turned around, Richie’s cold breakfast sandwich in your hand with a huge bite, or five, taken out of it from yourself and turned to look at the little girl in the backseat. 

“Speak Now. Taylor’s Version.” She said it so firmly. 

“Oh TV all the way, girl.” You held out the sandwich for her to take a bite. 

“Dad never shares his breakfast sandwiches.” She smirked and grabbed the biscuit from your hand. 

Your gaze turned to Richie with a frown, not expecting him to be the granola type of father. 

“It’s because your mom likes to give you fruit and sh–stuff, for a balanced breakfast.” He looked in the rearview mirror. 

You looked at Richie, your eyes a little wide since she was two bites into the thing already and he just scrunched his face up and shook his head. “It’s fine, it’s half eaten already. Not by me, I might add.” 

“I’ll buy you a new one, you told me to hold onto it, I got hungry, okay?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the girl in the back seat. 

“What’s on the agenda at school today, kiddo?”

“Math, which isn’t my favorite.” She used her hand to wipe her hair back and got biscuit flakes caught in the strands of her hair. 

“I don’t know many people where math is their favorite. It’s definitely not my favorite.” You leaned over and picked them out of her hair, using the opportunity to make her laugh by blowing on her face to make the flakes shift from her hair to the floor of the car. 

Her laugh was contagious, you were giggling and Richie was chuckling as well just from hearing it. 

“My dad says you like coffee.” She was handing back the sandwich to you. 

“I do.” You nodded, “that’s super nice of you to remember.” 

“My dad remembered, he’s the one who told me.” She pointed to him. 

“Yea, well, your Dad is super nice, too.” With your right hand you squeezed Richie’s arm. 

“He also says coffee makes you crazy.” 

You let out a snort followed by a laugh. “I’m gonna need to hang out with you more, Eva.” 

“I’d like that. We can listen to Taylor Swift.” She was kicking her feet from excitement. 

“Alright kiddo, we’re at school.” Richie was putting the car in park and moving out of the car to grab her and get her on her way. 

After Richie walked Eva to school and got back in the car, he raised his eyebrows and started fiddling with the keys dangling from the slot before turning the ignition. 

“You know you’re really great with her.” 

“She’s a great kid.” You said it like it’d be impossible not to be great with her because of that. 

Richie was about to say something when you unknowingly cut him off, “Wow he actually sent me the list.” You were scrolling on your phone. “The list?” Richie was confused as he began driving. 

“Yea, I told him to send us stuff to do.” You weren’t fully paying attention to him and were locked into your phone reading the things on the list. 

“I got stuff to do I'm going to work at that new place tomorrow, staging or whatever the fuck.” His hand was in the air. 

“Oh that's tomorrow?” You turned to him, not realizing how fast it came up. “But that means we have today. We can divide and conquer.” 

Richie let out an audible groan and slammed his head back against the headrest of the car as you pulled up to the red light. “If you’re gonna make me do this shit at least come with me, make it partially enjoyable.”

“Wow you like my company?” Your smile was growing and you looked at him, faking a shocked look and starting to tease him by poking him with your fingers.

“Alright, don't get all worked up over it.” He was embarrassed and let you push him teasingly. 

“You like my company.” It was said so singsongy as you continued to poke him and shake him. 

“Yea I do, and you're not bad to look at either, okay?” He swatted your hand lightly. “What’s on the list, cmon.” 

It was your cue to stop the teasing, so as you fell back into your seat you looked at him and smiled, resting your head similarly to how he had his. For a few seconds the two of you stared at each other but not for long before the people behind you laid on the horn. 

“Hey! I’m having a fuckin’ moment here, you jagoff, take a breather for fucks sake! The light’s been green for half a millisecond.” 

You started to read the first thing on the list to Richie as he kept mouthing off to the guy in the car behind, taking the seconds in between yelling to tell you where he could pick up the first few things on the list, and where you’d be able to get the linens for a decent price. 

All you could do is look at him, as he kept going on and on and just think back to what Carmy asked you earlier. It was funny how this moment of chaos fully described just how happy you were. Maybe that’s what the key to happiness was, finding it even in the chaos.

[fifithebee]

NPMD Superhero/Villain Designs

In the order of, Richie, Pete, Steph and Ruth

(If this gains more attention, I will build of the characters and designs digitally and more NPMD characters)

[bibibusinessman]

What each of the Batfam wears to bed

Bruce: rarely sleeps but black silk pajamas cuz he is a little richie rich

Alfred: night gown and night cap (can’t break those old man British habits)

Dick: has a variety of matching sleep t’s and pj pants with superhero logos on them.

Jason: red flannel pj pants or shorts and a gray tshirt or tank top.

Tim: one of Bernard’s shirts and boxers

Damian: one of Jon’s shirts and boxers (hates that he accidentally matches Tim)

Steph: purple pj pants and one a tank top or one of Cass’ tops.

Cass: black flannel pj pants and one of Steph’s tops.

Duke: banana pj pants and a black tank top

Barbara: shorts and a tank top made for sleep

Kate: has a wide variety but it gets stolen by her girlfriend

[lady-loveluck]

In my HC where Max and the losers are friends, I imagine they are gonna go to a comicon and they try to make max do cosplay, cuz, y'know, he'd kill it with his looks and muscles, he'd do an amazing superhero!

Richie suggests Superman and Ruth agrees but Pete's like "naaah gimme a second"

And comes back with a Max in a Homelander costume.