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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months
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little-pondhead · 1 month
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The Curse Of Hope
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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.
The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.
“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”
That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.
Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.
“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.
The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.
“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”
Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.
The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”
Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.
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Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.
Luckily, Danny can provide that help.
But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#Gotham is very lanky and tall and had dozens of necklaces around their neck#the necklaces are just cords filled with lost things the citizens have lost over the years#like bits of glass or wedding rings or hag stones made from a destroyed gargoyle#actually I have a weird picture of Gotham in my head I might draw it#it’s giving Bloodborne to me but idgaf#basically Danny meets Gotham and is trying to convince them to go with him for medical help because what the fuck#those curses are the equivalent of leaving hundreds of leeches stuck to your body for ten years#Danny is BEGGING Gotham to come with him#there’s potential for angst but if you want crack then Danny probably replaces Gotham#I think there’s already a similar fic where he becomes the new spirit of Gotham but I haven’t read all of that#anyways the Batfam are like#invasive animals that are actually helping the ecosystem recover from an even WORSE invasive species#but they aren’t supernatural heroes and they don’t understand that the issue is deeper#I’m calling this the Curse of Hope because Danny is offering hope to Gotham#but Gotham is just so tired and sick and hurt that they don’t want to risk it#they think Danny is another curse come to plague them#should he just straight up adopt the city at this point?#idk it probably depends on how it’s written#sad course is to let Gotham die. happy ending is where they are treated and returned#crack ending probably has Danny adopting the city and introducing them to his own city spirit Amity Park#oh shit is that a new ship#guys please I can’t keep doing this#Gotham City x Amity Park#how the fuck do you come up with a name for that#Burger Joints?#Wet Pavement?#bro idk I’m putting this down before I make something I might regret#low key wanna write this but like. I have so much to do
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bun-fish · 4 months
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warning: This behavior is dangerous and these are silly billy boys who are willing to fight God, please do not imitate.
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This is how that scene in chapter one went right
Crack movie poster version below:
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that was fun
(Please go read Things That bleed, it’s so packed with beautifully written action and tension and anticipation and I will stop the consonance now but just, go check it out!! You can find it on the chapter one link up there, or at the fic blog itself, @thingsthatbleedfic )
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firemedicdiaz · 6 months
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forgive the urgency
pre-relationship Buddie M // 3950 // whumptober day 2: thermometer
“I need to check your temp, Buck,” Eddie explained as Buck tried to play tug-o-war with the blanket.
“I'm freezing, Eds, please, just let me keep some of the covers,” Buck begged.
“I'll get you a lighter blanket once we're done, okay?” Eddie soothed, attempting to divert some of Buck's struggling so the exertion didn't also push his fever higher.
Buck shook his head like he wanted to argue but his grip on the blanket weakened at last and he allowed Eddie to take it away. Eddie tucked it back across toward the other side of the bed, leaving Buck plenty of space to breathe.
“So your scanning thermometer batteries are dead,” Eddie began by way of explanation, reaching out to gently touch Buck's arm to get his attention.
OR
Buck has a high fever and the only functioning thermometer in the house is a rectal model.
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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months
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'[Insert feminine term/behavior/fashion/etc here] transcends gender!!!'Well,maybe i wanna be a girl anyway.How about that.Bitch
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secretly-neurotic · 2 years
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What if different Avatars kept inflicting various Fears on one person, but were never able to get any power from it because the person kept getting scared of the wrong things?
Surround them with a bunch of eyes? The eyelashes look too much like spider legs. Show them an actual eight-eyed spider? Scopophobia. Lots of fog in the Lonely? It feels suffocating and/or disconcertingly wide open. Slap them in a coffin? It’s too dark! Stick them in darkness? Too bad, now they’re lonely.
The Avatars knew the Fears were somewhat connected, but they were not ready to deal with this bullshit!
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Eddie Munson Goes Viral
Eddie Munson had gone viral.
And not in a fun way he could brag about, like Corroded Coffin finally getting their big break or one of his D&D campaigns reaching Critical Role–level attention.
No, Eddie had gone viral because of Chrissy Fucking Cunningham.  
Don’t get Eddie wrong; he liked Chrissy, really. He’d even had a little baby crush on her once upon a time, before he realized boys were probably more his thing in the long-run. And despite being in drastically different social circles, they still hung out every couple of months, when Chrissy wanted to get high and talk shit about the cheerleaders and jocks she spent most of her time with.  
That’s exactly what they had been doing when The Incident occurred: smoking in Eddie’s trailer and making fun of Jason Carver.
“The squad and I had been practicing that dance for hours, and he just kicked us out of the gym before we could even finish recording the video!”
“Why are you even with that clown?” Eddie asked, taking another hit of the joint they had been passing back and forth.
Chrissy sighed and shrugged. “Because not all of us have the confidence to not give a fuck what’s expected of us,” she finally answered, not unkindly. “I just wish we had gotten to finish the video, you know? That dance is trending everywhere right now, and I think we could have gotten some serious likes with the whole squad doing it.”
“Why don’t you just post it on your own?” Eddie asked.
“It won’t be the same!”
“Come on, Chrissy,” Eddie said with that grin—the one he knew fluttered the heartstrings of anyone he shot it at. “Show me the dance, won’t you?”
Chrissy protested for a minute, but she was relaxed and loose—she must have taken something else before she got to Eddie’s trailer, because his stash wasn’t that good—and Eddie knew she really did want to show him the dance. She had a pipe dream of becoming a “content creator” just like every other hot teenager at Hawkins High. And doing her dumb little TikTok dance in Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s living room had viral potential.
(Oh poor, Eddie. Hindsight is a bitch.)
“Fine, fine!” Chrissy finally shouted with a giggle. “Go get your guitar? You can accompany me!”
Eddie chuckled and pulled himself to his feet, stubbing the joint out in the nearest ashtray before heading back to his bedroom. He heard Chrissy setting up her ring light in the front of the trailer—because of course she carried a ring light with her—while he grabbed his guitar and poked around his cramped bedroom for a spare pick.
“All right, Chrissy,” Eddie said as he strode back into the living room. “Show me this…”
But Eddie didn’t get a chance to finish his thought, because something was wrong with Chrissy. She had gotten her camera set up near the door, and it was pointing straight to where she was standing stock-still in the center of the room. Her limbs and neck were stretched taut, giving the illusion that she was being drawn into the air. Her eyes were wide and practically rolled back into her head, the whites nearly all Eddie could see.
“Chrissy…” Eddie said softly, wondering, praying that this was somehow part of the dance. A spin on “Thriller” or something. But he’d known Chrissy a long time, and she wasn’t that good of an actress. “Hey, hello, Chrissy?”
Eddie stood right in front of her, waving and clapping his hands in front of her blank eyes. Nothing.
“Hey Chrissy, time to wake up. Can you hear me?”
Eddie took a shallow breath, willing himself not to panic.   
“Chrissy, wake up!” Eddie shouted, his voice strangled. “I don’t like this, Chrissy! Wake up!”
Eddie threaded his hands into his long curls and tugged, eyes flicking across the room, as if the answer of what to do was going to be sitting in the middle of Uncle Wayne’s mug collection.
It was like time was standing still and they were in some kind of trance. Eddie could see exactly what would happen if Chrissy died right now, almost as if he were watching it play out on screen. Chrissy, Hawkins’ perkiest blonde cheerleader, winds up dead in the local super-senior drug dealer’s trailer. No one would believe him when he said all they did was smoke a joint. Everyone would think he did this—killed Chrissy. A mob led by Jason Carver would come crashing into the trailer park, hellbent on Eddie’s demise. Eddie’s life would be over before he even got to graduate high school.
Eddie took a deep breath, put his hands on Chrissy’s shoulders, and shook. “CHRISSY, WAKE UP!”
She gasped.
Chrissy took a deep, shuddering breath, and collapsed into Eddie’s arms, her eyes their normal blue again, but bloodshot and watery now.
“Eddie?”
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, what did you take?”
Eddie helped Chrissy down from her bad trip—she refused to let him call an ambulance; she must have known what it would look like, too. He cautioned her about mixing drugs and made her drink about a gallon of water, and finally allowed her to leave when her pupils were a normal size again.
Eddie went to bed that night, still shaking, but relieved that he could put the traumatic incident behind him.
He was wrong.
That weekend, Eddie was scrolling online when he suddenly heard his own voice emanating from the tiny speakers. He scrolled back to the video that had autoplayed and nearly dropped his phone when he saw it. The video showed Chrissy’s bad trip in his living room, Eddie screaming and shaking her, and Chrissy finally slumping into his arms. Eddie had completely forgotten her phone had been recording the whole time, rolling and ready for her TikTok dance.       
Only in this version of the video, someone had autotuned his screams into a macabre little song. His panicked clapping, intended to break Chrissy out of her drug-induced trance, became a backbeat and his shouts the chorus. If Eddie hadn’t remembered how fucking terrified he’d been, it might have been halfway catchy.
When Eddie saw how many views the video had, he almost dropped his phone again. Close to one million and counting—and it was posted by none other than Chrissy Cunningham.
“Chrissy, what the ACTUAL fuck?” Eddie said Monday morning, slamming his hand against her locker door, rings clanging, metal on metal.
“Eddie, Jesus, you scared me,” Chrissy said with a nervous chuckle.
“Chrissy,” Eddie said softly. “Why the hell am I a trending sound on fucking TikTok?”
“I’m sorry, okay!” Chrissy cried, pulling Eddie into the stairwell. God forbid someone see them talking in public. It’s not like Chrissy posted a viral video of them hanging out or anything. “I was still kind of freaked out when I got home, and then I saw the video, and, I don’t know, I thought it was sweet, how you tried to help me. And I thought maybe if I posted it, people would see you aren’t as scary as you seem. That you’re not a freak; you’re just a nice guy.”
Eddie bit the inside of his cheek. “I like being the freak.”
Chrissy rolled her eyes and continued. “Anyway, my brother was walking by my room and he heard the video, and he thought it sounded kind of cool. And he’s studying music in college, so he copied it and made the little autotuned version, and, I don’t know. I thought it was fun. And it made the whole thing seem not so scary, you know? I didn’t realize it would go viral, but isn’t it kind of cool?”
Eddie crossed his arms across his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking ominously. “No, Chrissy, it’s not ‘cool.’ It was fucking terrifying and now I gotta hear it every time I open my phone. My dad emailed me from prison to tell me he’d seen it. He didn’t even email me on my birthday.”
Chrissy’s eyes fell to her sneakered feet, pink creeping up her neck. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I—I didn’t think about it from your perspective.”
“Can you just take it down?”
Chrissy’s eyes shot back up. “Oh, definitely not.”
Eddie blinked. “What?”
“Do you know how many followers I’ve gotten in the last two days? How many people have made their own edits and versions of the video? One of the girls on the squad is already choreographing a new cheer to the song for Friday’s game.”
Eddie was speechless, standing in the stairwell gaping like a fish.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first, but this video has been kind of awesome for me, so no, Eddie. I won’t delete it. But let me know if you want to do a duet or anything. We could recreate it—imagine the views!”
Chrissy quickly turned around, walking down the hallway with a bounce in her step. Eddie sunk to the floor.
Eddie spent the next two weeks impatiently waiting for some new viral video to shove “Chrissy, Wake Up!” back into the recesses of the internet where it belonged. A heartwarming sports moment, a new Beyoncé song, a cat snuggling a bear, a kid waxing poetic about fucking corn—Eddie would have taken anything. But his autotuned hellhole could not be escaped.  
Every day, there was a new variation, with Eddie’s screams edited into another song or overlapping another unexpected video. Chrissy was fully embracing her fifteen minutes of internet fame (she’d been pissed when Eddie had refused to do a live Q&A with her), and Eddie had all but stopped going to school. If he had to pass one more kid humming the song in the hallways or shouting his own words back at him in the cafeteria, he was absolutely going to lose it.
Which is how Eddie ended up at the local Family Video on a random Monday afternoon, figuring if he couldn’t use the internet, at least he could go old school and watch a DVD or something.
The bell jingled as Eddie opened the door and he looked up only to lock eyes with—
“Steve Harrington?”
“Munson? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Eddie sidled up to the counter where Steve was scanning in returns. He dropped his chin into his hands and grinned up at “King Steve.” He was delighted to see a blush creep into Steve’s cheeks.
(Yeah, that baby crush on Chrissy had evaporated the second Eddie spotted Steve Harrington in the Hawkins Middle School hallway as a youth. Sue him; the guy was hot.)
“I work here. That’s typically what folks do when they graduate—they get jobs.”
“Ah, you see, that explains my confusion. Haven’t quite jumped that hurdle yet! But don’t worry; I think this is going to be my year.” Eddie winked and Steve dropped the DVD case he was holding.
“Anyway,” Eddie continued, once Steve had picked up the movie and returned to his scanning, “I’m looking for something to fill my time, as I’m off the internet for a while. Any suggestions?”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that video, man. That really sucks.”
Eddie stood up straight. “It does?”
“Yeah, I’m sure that wasn’t a fun experience to go through the first time, and to keep getting bombarded by it all the time? I can’t imagine. I’ve gone through some shit, believe me. The idea of somebody making it a joke? Dick move, seriously.”
Eddie felt as if the world had turned upside down. Sure, Eddie had been fantasizing about Steve Harrington for years. He wondered what his hair felt like, what cologne he used, and if there was room for Eddie’s hands in the back pockets of Steve’s tight-ass jeans. But Steve had honestly been a Grade-A asshole in school. He didn’t always dish out the abuse personally, but he certainly didn’t stop it from happening either. He was captain of the swim team and the basketball team and dated soon-to-be valedictorian Nancy Wheeler for, like, two years. So Eddie had ogled from afar, but he definitely never thought that Steve was capable of empathy, especially not toward him.
And now? Yeah, Eddie was definitely crushing on him.
Realizing that he’d been staring at Steve for far too long, Eddie cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, thanks man. It’s not been the best month, to say the least.”
“Dustin told me Chrissy refused to take the video down, too? Not cool.”
Eddie’s brain short-circuited again. “Wait, Dustin? How do you know Henderson?”
“I’m the little jerk’s babysitter. We practically grew up together; he’s like the little brother I never wanted.” Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond.
It was official: Eddie was a goner.
“I love that kid,” Eddie said softly. Dustin was the first freshman to sign up for Hellfire Club this year, and he’d dragged all his little friends with him. He could be a little shit, sure, but he was loyal to a fault and he reminded Eddie why he spent months writing campaigns and researching monsters. Why he didn’t mind being a third-year senior sometimes, because if he had graduated, he never would have gotten to take the latest group of outcasts under his tattooed, leather-clad wings.  
“It’s, uh, kind of slow today,” Steve said, gesturing at the empty video store. “You’re welcome to hang out here for a bit. We can throw on a movie, pretend it’s the 80s and we don’t all have computers in our pockets.” This time Steve was the one grinning, and Eddie swooned.
“Sure, Harrington. That sounds fun.”
And that’s how they spent the day. They bickered over the movie—Steve refused to put on the extended edition of Lord of the Rings, even though it was the only way to watch them. Eddie begged, Steve flushed, and suddenly they were watching Fellowship of the Ring.
The next day went much the same way. But this time, Steve flirted them into watching a movie of his choosing.
By the third day of Eddie loitering at Family Video, Steve and Eddie were practically sharing a chair and steadfastly not talking about it. Until the bell over the door chimed late that afternoon and Robin Buckley stormed in with Dustin Henderson in tow.
“Dingus!” She shouted, and Steve jumped, practically falling out of Eddie’s lap. “You were supposed to be our ride from school. What are you still doing here?”
Steve rushed over to Robin—Eddie completely forgot they were friends—mumbling apologies.
“Eddie?” Dustin spotted him from the doorway and shoved past Robin to get to him. “Where have you been, man? Hellfire has been worried. You haven’t been answering anyone’s texts.”
“I’m taking a social media break, young Padawan,” Eddie said as he stretched. He ruffled Dustin’s hair over his hat, and the kid grinned practically ear to ear. “I’ve been taking the opportunity to educate your dear babysitter here on the importance of Peter Jackson’s original trilogy.”
Dustin’s head shot to Steve. “What the hell, Steve! You NEVER want to watch Lord of the Rings with me! I’ve asked you like a million times!”
“Well, kid, I’m not trying to woo you.”
Now it was Eddie’s turn to whip his head to Steve. Steve smirked when they locked eyes, Robin rolled her eyes, and Eddie did not blush to his ears.
Dustin scoffed. “Oh my god, you two? Gross!” He paused. “Or maybe not. This could actually be really good for me…”
Eddie punched Dustin softly in the shoulder. “Leave the wooing to grown-ups, yeah?”
“Wait, so, Eddie, you’ve been at Family Video all week? Chrissy’s been telling everyone you’re on the run or something,” Robin said. “Which didn’t make a lot of sense, now that I think about it. But you’ve been radio silent and basically dropped off the face of the earth, and you have this whole mysterious bad boy vibe, which apparently works for some people”—she shot Steve a baffled look—“so I guess people bought into it. But whatever, why have you been with Steve? I didn’t even know you knew each other. How long has this been a thing?”
“Breathe, Rob,” Steve said, placing a hand on her arm. “Eddie came in Monday to get a break from the stupid viral video, and we’ve just been…hanging out.” He smiled and Eddie told his heart firmly to cool it.
“Oh! Have you heard the new Taylor Swift version?” Robin asked excitedly before reading the room. “Never mind, it’s not that good.”
“So, it’s still everywhere, huh?” Eddie said with a sigh, slumping back into the chair behind the counter.
“What we really need is a new meme to replace it,” Dustin says. “Rather than a new variation of ‘Chrissy, Wake Up!’”
“I’m open to ideas, kid.” Eddie sighed. “I really don’t want this dumb video to be my legacy, you know? I just want to graduate and move on. Maybe take Corroded Coffin on a tour of the Midwest. Road trip to a music festival with the guy I’m crushing on. Be normal.”
Steve shrugged. “I think we can make that road trip happen either way,” he said casually. Eddie bit back a smile. “But totally on board for dethroning Chrissy. Robin, you still have that white board?”
After hours of brainstorming at the video store, Dustin’s genius plan had been…create a better viral video. Easier said than done, Eddie presumed.
Dustin volunteered himself and the other nerds from Hellfire—along with Lucas’s and Mike’s girlfriends—to come up with something. And that weekend, Dustin posted a short film they wrote and starred in.
Chief Hopper’s daughter, El, played some sort of superhero, alongside Will Byers. There were giant spider monsters, evil scientists, shady government figures, and a bizarrely touching montage to some old Kate Bush song. Eddie had to give it to them—their special effects were pretty convincing. And the fact that these six kids spent their whole weekend trying to help him would probably have made Eddie cry if he dwelled on it for too long.
The video went up, and Eddie, Steve, and Robin wasted hours at Family Video the next week trying not to check their phones. The kids’ movie actually ended up getting some decent traction in Hawkins—the local news even did a segment on the kids—but it wasn’t enough to push “Chrissy, Wake Up!” out of the top slot. Their video petered out after about 100,000 views—and then someone added Eddie’s voice to a clip of Max Mayfield from the video, where she did some sort of stunt with a wire. And suddenly a new wave of remixes flooded the internet.
“Ugh!” Eddie shouted one night while he and Robin were having pizza at Steve’s. “I’m just so sick of this. How am I supposed to escape being Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson if every time I open my phone it’s shoved in my face?”
Steve wiped his hands on a napkin and laid a comforting hand on Eddie’s back, dragging it slowly back-and-forth across his denim vest. “It’s just the internet, Eds. It’ll die out eventually, I promise.”
“But when?” Eddie whined, thumping his head onto the table.
“Maybe you should lean into it,” Robin suggested, reaching for another slice of pizza.
Eddie raised his head slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re a musician. I’ve heard you in band, and Steve listens to your Corroded Coffin stuff all the time.”
Eddie looked up to find Steve’s cheeks pink as he scowled at his best friend.  
“You been listening to my music, Stevie?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at the man next to him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it bad for you, Munson. Don’t let it go to your head.” Steve nudged Eddie’s shoulder with his own, picked up his ringed hand, and kissed it softly, like Eddie was a Victorian maiden. Eddie thought he might simply pass away.
“I can’t believe you’re in gay love before me. This is disgusting,” Robin scoffed. “Anyway, what I was saying is you should just, like, cover the song or something. Make it your own. Maybe once people see you’re in the on the joke, it won’t be so funny anymore.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. The more he thought about it, the more he loved it.
He leapt from the table, planting a wet kiss on Robin’s cheek on his way to the door. “I love you, Buckley.”
“Hey!” Steve pouted.
Eddie blew Steve his own kiss in return from the doorway. “Rain check, big boy. I’ve got band rehearsal.”
It had been over a month since Chrissy Cunningham had nearly died in Eddie’s trailer, and Eddie was finally ready to get his revenge.
"Hey everybody, I’m Eddie Munson, and we’re Corroded Coffin!”
The crowd cheered. Steve had somehow managed to get the band a gig at a decent-sized bar the next town over. Uncle Wayne was seated at the bar, turned on his stool to face the stage. And Steve was standing right in front of the tiny stage, along with Robin, Nancy Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers. Jonathan was holding a professional-grade camera, and he was ready to capture the whole performance. Dustin had begged Steve to let the kids tag along, too, but seeing as they were fifteen and it was a school night, Steve told him no. They were back in the Wheelers’ basement planning to watch the livestream.
“Some of you lovely people might recognize me—or at least my voice—from a certain viral video that’s been going around lately.”
“Chrissy, wake up!” someone shouted from the crowd, and the room filled with laughter. Steve gave Eddie a tight smile and a nod of encouragement.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s me. But, see, that moment actually kind of sucked. I thought this friend of mine was literally dying in front of me, and I was really fucking scared, you know? And now it’s this meme I can’t get away from.” The room was still and Eddie let out an awkward laugh.
“Way to bring down the mood, Munson,” he joked into his mic, and the tension noticeably lifted. “So, since this song is stuck in everyone’s heads anyway, I thought I might as well play you a superior version—the metal version.”
The crowd cheered again, louder this time, and Eddie looked to his bandmates. The drummer kicked things off, and they played. Eddie shouted the words into his microphone—the same words he’d choked out that night a month ago in his trailer—but now, he wasn’t scared.
Before The Incident, Eddie had his uncle, the guys in Hellfire Club, and a few casual friends he’d get high with, like Chrissy. His life had been small, and that had been fine by him. But now, he had people. Dustin and his party, who spent a whole weekend making a seriously impressive little movie just to try to help him. He had Robin, and Nancy, and Jonathan, who drove an hour on a Wednesday night to watch his metal band perform TikTok songs without him having to ask. And he had Steve.
Beautiful, kind, smart Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who realized he was a dick in high school and did the work to become a better person. Steve Harrington who spent a large percentage of his free time with a bunch of fifteen-year-olds because he genuinely enjoyed their company. Steve Harrington who watched twelve hours of Lord of the Rings movies without understanding anything that was happening just so he could listen to Eddie tell him about his favorite parts. (Eddie was a little bit in love with Steve Harrington.)
“I don’t like this, Chrissy.
"Jesus H. Christy.
“I don’t like this. Chrissy, wake up!”
Eddie ended the song with a scream and the whole bar roared their approval. Eddie looked down into the cheering crowd and locked eyes with Steve, and Steve was just smiling this big dumb smile that suggested maybe Steve was a little in love with Eddie, too.
Eddie slung his guitar behind his back. He jumped off the stage, grabbed the lapels of Steve’s horrible jacket, and kissed him. Jonathan swung the camera around, capturing the moment, and Eddie realized he and Steve just had their first kiss on a livestream and Dustin was watching. But he also realized that he didn’t care.
If any part of Eddie’s life ended up going viral, he was okay with it being this one.
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wr1t3w1tm3 · 5 months
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The Outsiders Vampire AU - V1
Welcome to the Degeneracy, ladies n' gents.
It started with Steve... of all people. One night, only three raw months after the Curtis' parent's accident he climbs through Pony and Soda's window and yanks Soda awake. Begging for help.
Sodas next. Steve's practically a hatchling. He has little control. He retains enough sense to do the deed outside the house. Both boys wake up the next morning in the lot and thank the Heavens that it's cloudy.
Darry and Pony are worried, but Pony's not over his last tiff with his eldest brother and suggests that Soda was already at the DX. With Steve supposed to be in school that day, there's no way of knowing until lunch time. Ill at ease, Darry hurries Pony off to school and heads to work.
Steve and Soda clamber through the same window Steve broke in hours prior and crash. Soda is dead tired still, and both are somewhat toasty from the sun coming out as they reach the house. Steve wakes before Soda, and some part of him realizes that he's got to get Soda right before Darrel or Ponyboy get back. He doesn't even know what he is anymore, but he sure as hell doesn't want to bring anyone else in unless he has too. Soda's already one to many. He grabs a couple squirrels from the trees out back - able to jump up and reach them even in the higher branches - and he gives them to Soda. He has to turn away, but the sound Soda makes as he sucks them dry is enough to make him sick.
It's not enough for long, and even Steve is starting to get hungry again. They discuss it briefly. They'll head over to the DX for work - Soda'll fib 'bout being sick n' Steve's not 'spossed to be in 'till four anyhow. They'll 'grab some'in' on their way back.
Work does not go well. Neither of them can keep their wits about them long enough to do much. Once the garage closes at eight their boss sends them home with a stern warning to get their shit together. Soda has to hold Steve back. The way the man yelled, his neck bulged, and his veins popped particularly pleasantly. Soda's still got some wits 'bout 'im, but not much.
On their way back they see a sign advertising a blood drive at the University of Oklahoma the next day. The truck's probably going to the medical center. They'll catch it after work.
Neither mentions how disgusted they are.
The next is Johnny, then Pony in rapid succession. Darry's still at work, doing the books now that it's after five. Johnny and Pony are trying to do homework. Pony smiles and gives them a little wave. Johnny glances up then back at his schoolwork.
Soda can't hold Steve back this time. He goes for Pony - he's closest. It's easy. One swift bite to the neck. Pony doesn't register what's happened until he's practically limp. Immobilized by whatever the fuck they inject when they bite. Johnny leaps from his seat, but there's blood in the water. With a crazed look in his eyes, Soda jumps 'im. He's knocked on his back and out cold in a few milliseconds.
When the two boys come too, it's to Soda cryin' n' Steve trynna comfort 'im. Both Pony n' Johnny are weak on their feet. Steve offers to run to the hospital and get somethin' to drink. Soda stays behind to keep an eye on them.
Luckily, Darry works late, and Steve arrives with the blood with plenty of time to spare. He has several for Pony and Johnny, plus a couple extra. Soda takes two, mentioning it tastes better than squirrel blood. Pony writes that down. Johnny nods but doesn't talk much. They all agree that they'll hang out for the night and meet sometime early the next morning - preferably while it's still dark - to discuss things.
When Darry arrives, everyone's lounging on the couch, watching tv. Two-Bit comes by, reeling drunk, and Soda has to physically dig his nails (which suddenly don't feel all that much like nails) into Pony and Johnny to keep them off Two-Bit. But he leaves quick enough and Darry heads to bead without more than a cursory 'good night'.
They pow-wow outside. Steve and Soda share what they know: they're tired during the day but are fine. Sun hurts more, so lots of sunscreen. Pony actually throws away his cigarettes, unable to take the smell when he lights up. They agree to meet in the lot the next evening and come up with some sort of dinner plans.
Steve and Johnny head home. Pony's worn out enough that he falls asleep easy. Soda tosses and turns, keyed into the beating of Darry's heart in the other room. When he wraps his arm around Pony, he's cold. Too cold.
They meet in the lot and head to the medical center. They steal blood right out of the back of the truck - draining it into several beer bottles too look less suspicious. They end up back in the lot, drinking. Two-Bit joins them. Luckily, they're satiated. They're not tempted as they were before. It's a relief.
Over the coming months, the start to figure things out. Steve reveals he was jumped attacked by some Soc's when he was closing the DX the night he got bit. Johnny gets jumped around a month after they were turned - or simply bit, as Soda puts it - and Steve recognizes him. The Soc recognizes Steve too.
He's 'bout as useful as a drunk Two-Bit. Unsurprisingly, he's next. Wrong place wrong time. They'd just met at the lot to go on a "run" and Two-Bit wanders in, smelling like cheap beer and motor oil.
Johnny reports tearfully that Two-Bit's blood does taste like beer. He's out long enough for them to get him something, but they know it's not sustainable. They can't keep stealing from the hospital. It doesn't' feel right.
Two-Bit of all people suggests that maybe there's a balance: enough to take what they need, but not enough to 'go all the way'.
It takes a little practice, but they find that balance. From there, it's just finding the targets. They split up a bit: Steve and Soda 'hunting' together (Soda hates referring to it as 'hunting') and Pony and Johnny. Two-Bit is usually a longer, but he'll sometimes stick himself in with one of the other groups. They tend not to hang out all together at the same time. To suspicious. But they have a pattern: Steve and Soda pick out the actual hoods and crooks who come into the DX; Pony and Johnny do the same at the Dingo with Dally and Two-Bit, though he tends to take anyone he finds: he especially stalks the bars, still chasing the kind of drunk he used to get before he got bit. Occasionally (though he never admits it) Johnny will drink from his parents, using the balance Two-Bit came up with and taking enough for himself but not enough to kill them. He pretends he's counting calories. Now a days his parents are a more reliable meal than they've ever provided in his entire life.
They rarely talk about it. Better to just pretend like it isn't extremely disgusting and just roll with it.
Darry's next. It was only a matter of time. It's just a couple weeks before the Rumble. Soda's gone onto the night shift - saying that's where his boss needed him - and Steve's joined him, dropping out of school entirely. Ponyboy stays in, but he's perpetually tired. On one such occasion, he walks in, and Darry is home. He didn't have to do the books quite yet. Pony's tired, and very, very hungry. Spent from being at school all day. He slips.
Soda bolts up when Darry screams and works desperately to pry Pony off Darry. But the damage is done. Darry's out cold and quickly on his way to joining them. It's the first time Soda scolds Ponyboy: for waiting too long between meals, for not just nicking from a blood truck or some hapless animal in the neighborhood (as bad as they tasted). Soda calls Steve and Two-Bit over and it takes all three of them to hold Darry back when he wakes up. Pony barely arrives in time - despite the speed boost acquired once he was bit.
Darry's unsettled. Unsure. His livelihood - the Curtis households' livelihood - depends on his toiling in the hot sun all day. What'll they do now? Two-Bit jokes that he could be a bouncer at Buck Merrill's. Soda assures him that as long as he wears lots of sunscreen, he'll be fine.
At first Darry's more like a kicked puppy. He's still imposing, but he acts like a gentle giant, unsure of himself. By the time the rumble rolls around, he's feeling much surer of himself. Pony and Johnny still make for Windrixville after Johnny kills Bob - only this time it's both boys who're responsible for sucking Bob dry.
Darry lets Pony fight this time. Johnny fights too, more confident without his scar and completely fine. Darry's still dealing with smoke inhalation when it rolls around. But just as their gang and Tim's are lining up against the Soc's, he comes runnin' in and all hell breaks loose.
Darry's the last to get bit. It's a Soc. The one who turned Steve. He grabs Dally, eyes aflame n' red, and brings him down. When they finally get to him, he's out cold. At first, they think he's just been clobbered, and they carry him back to the Curtis house. Then Two-Bit mentions he can't hear his heart beatin'.
He's barely in the house 'five minutes 'fore he wakes up. He's mad at first, but then he's cool as ever, but still pissed. The gang explains everything. Dally takes it in stride, jokin' 'bout how Pony could do all the rodeos he wanted and how Darry could be a bouncer at Buck's. And as much as it sucked, they would make the most of it. Soda assured them of that.
In the end, sure, it was Steve's fault. But in the end, they were together, forever. They'd really always have each other's back.
And for as long as he could, Darry worked as the Bouncer at Bucks (until people got suspicious of his youth and everyone was forced to move to Wichita and start over in the 80's).
All of this thanks to me trying to decide if Steve would be able to exist in the Outsiders in 1965 if Lestat - also a Tom Cruise character - from the vampire diaries already existed... and then I remembered they were from different exclusion zones, and it all works out until Steve goes to war. So, post canon (to The Outsiders at least). All for my fandamonium AU, which I'll be posting more of here soon.
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He tries to sing a little quieter in his drivers room
Niamh, respectfully, wtf. Shut UP
no but george finding valtteri in his room and he’s like. the fuck are you doing here. and valtteri has to tell this fucking british twink cow eyed lesbian that he misses lewis’s singing 😔😔🤧🤧 and george !! george god bless him believes in true love !! he was raised right so what else can he do but help him !! so he starts sneaking val into the merc motorhome so val can sit in george’s driver room and listen to lewis sing next door bc that is the only logical solution to their problem
(smt smth lewis ends up catching them n he’s like. val !! wait….val?? oh….val 🥺🥺 bc he thinks they’re sleeping together but val n george are too busy freaking out that they got caught to realise what lewis is thinking n shit spirals. lewis stops singing. val is miserable. george just wants his room back. smth smth)
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taoofshigeru · 1 year
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Surge: Rrragh, c'mon! There's gotta be something in this junkyard I can use as a weapon!
Cubot: Not on me, right? Please say not on me!
Surge, kicking a long, thin thing out of the pile: Wait, what's...this?
-It's a black electric guitar with like a dozen lime-green flame decals.-
Cubot: Oh, that? The boss built it in an afternoon, said it was the key to "defeating that hedgehog in the way that'll mean the most". ...I think he spent a week trying to learn it before giving up and tossing it in the pile.
Surge, casting Cubot aside: Huh, defeating that hedgehog? With this? ✨👀✨ I like it. It... It speaks to me.
[Days later...]
Jewel: Sonic, Tails, we need you in Central City now!!
Tails: Is it an emergency? What's happening?!
Jewel, ripping off her suit to reveal a Surge the Tenrec Concert Tour T-shirt: Only the COOLEST CONCERT OF ALL TIME!
[However long it takes to get to Central City later...]
-Hundreds of residents have gathered in the street. The crowd is chanting TEN-REC, TEN-REC! And Surge is headbanging very hard.-
Sonic: Sooo, should we just leave her be? Doesn't seem like she's hurting anyone
Kit: Um, sir, the thing about Surge is... *whispers in Tail's ear*
Tails, nodding: Mhm, mhm. Ohhh, so if we... Uh-huh...
Tails: Actually, I think we can do one better and get in on the fun ourselves.
Tails: *whispers in Sonic's ear*
Sonic: Uh-huh, uh-huh. Ooooohh! Yeah, let's do that.
......
-The crowd is chanting SURGE, SURGE, SURGE after yet another sick guitar solo.-
-But then the sound goes dead and the sound of a mic turning on cuts the silence.-
-Sonic steps out of a pillar of smoke and wearing cool shades, with Tails right behind him.-
Sonic: Surge the Tenrec, you've been bothering the poor citizens with this town with your lame music for one song too many. I challenge you to a battle...
*Sonic tossed the mic away and whips out a trumpet and Tails pulls out a pair of Maracas.*
...of the bands!
Surge, grabbing the mic out of the air: Oh hell yes! I'm gonna wipe the floor with you this time. Nobody but nobody is beating Surge the Tenrec twice in one week! -uf!
Kit, showing up behind Surge to hug her: Ma'am! I'm so glad you're okay. *Pulls out a rhythm guitar.* Also can I be your backup band?
Surge: Heh, good to see you too, drippy. Try to keep up!
[Several hours of epic shredding and cool toots later, the crowd is still chanting Surge's name.]
Sonic, visibly stumbling backwards: Oh no! How can this be?! There's no way your music could defeat...me...
-Hero of Mobius Sonic the Hedgehog falls to his knees, clenching his feet in an expression of bitter defeat.-
-Tails collapses on top of him, clearly exhausted.-
Surge: Hah! I knew I was better than you in the ways that counted! Pack your bags, drippy, we're going on tour!
Kit, tail wagging: Yes, Ma'am!
-As Kit and Surge surf away on a crowd of adoring fans, Sonic and Tails turn to each other on the ground and share a quick wink.-
Sonic, whispered: Awesome plan, little buddy.
Tails: 😁
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Stede/Ed/Izzy — Stede whump, hiding an injury
I am 100% cribbing this off of the other prompt a few comments back and I refuse to apologize.
Stede gets injured on a raid and doesn't tell anyone about it, mostly because he underestimates how bad it is (this is a guy who was impaled on a mast for hours and was just like "can I trouble you to get this sword out of my abdomen?") and doesn't want to have anyone worry about him. There may or may not be an undercurrent of not wanting to give anyone any more reason to see him as incompetent or a liability. By the time anyone else finds out about it, the wound's already infected and is way beyond just needing a bandage or a few stitches. Tender homoerotic wound care ensues.
Any timeline (post canon, AU where X never happened, whatever) is fine. Established relationship or getting together is fine.
Bonuses: + Even while he's passing out and falling over, Stede is insisting that he's fine and no one should bother themselves with him. + Izzy ends up doing some or all of the medical care, since Ed is too emotionally devastated to do it himself (and is more focused on keeping Stede calm, giving him his hand to squeeze if it hurts, talking to him, that sort of thing). + If it's established relationship Steddyhands, Izzy feels guilty because he wasn't able to protect Stede from getting hurt. If they're getting together, Izzy has a moment of "fuck, someone needs to keep this idiot alive and that someone is me, apparently."
Fill: None
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bbreaddog · 1 year
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For the December prompts staying in bed, sick + Julie and her ghosts?
Oh god. How the winter sun manages to slash through the curtains so brightly, she’ll never know. It should be a crime to be woken up this early when you’re sick. Even by the loving call of nature. Although she doesn’t feel any of the love right now, not when it’s freezing cold and the sun is offering eye strain in place of warmth.
Julie groans, pulling the covers over her head as she rolls over to turn away from the window. Her mouth is dry from keeping it open all night just so she could breathe. She sniffs now, just to see if she can get more than nothing this time, and is met with zero air flow. She heaves a sigh. Yep. Still sick.
She doesn’t know what time it is, and she couldn’t care less. Being sick is for waking up in the afternoon and staying in bed forever. Under the cosy warm darkness, Julie wills herself to go back to sleep.
Her eyes open on their own accord when faint voices sift through, muffled by the soft cushy barrier of her blankets. It’s probably Dad and Tia Victoria coming in to check on her. She sighs again. She loves them both and she’s grateful for their help. But sometimes they just need to know when to leave a girl alone.
Like right now. When it’s who-knows o’clock, and the sun has a personal vendetta against sick people called Julie Molina.
She can’t make out what they’re saying. They’re speaking softly, and it doesn’t help that her ears have been blocked for the past two days. Having her head under the covers probably doesn’t help either.
Julie shuts her eyes again. Usually, she can tolerate being talked about behind her back, but she’s sick, for God’s sake. She knows Dad and Tia are just looking out for her, but really? In her room? At her bed? That she’s currently in?
Julie huffs in frustration and whips the covers off her face.
“Okay, I love you guys but please give me like, five more minutes.”
“Oh!” exclaims a soft voice that sounds suspiciously like Reggie. “You love us?”
“Reg…” she hears Alex groan. Julie’s eyes snap open.
“Okay, you heard the lady,” says Luke’s voice. “Five more minutes.”
Julie bolts upright and grunts softly when stars fill her eyes. She squints in the direction of the voices, blinking the stars away, and sure enough—Reggie, Alex and Luke are all standing at the foot of her bed, staring at her like deer in headlights.
“What-?” she starts, before shielding her eyes from the sunlight and groaning. “What are you guys doing here?” 
Julie can practically hear the few high-pitched “um”s and “uh”s hitting the ceiling. They better not have been watching her sleep, like some creepy… whatever. Her brain doesn’t work enough right now to come up with anything. But what she does know is that she does not appreciate being gawked at like a zoo animal.
“We wanted to run something by you?” Luke blurts out.
Julie drops her hand and deadpans. They haven’t been able to do any music or songwriting since Julie was deemed diseased by Carlos a few days ago when he’d heard her sniffle. Luke was disappointed when Julie called off any music work until she got better, but he knew it was for the best. He’s not nearly enough of an idiot to keep pushing.
“We, uh,” Alex cuts in, “we just wanted to check on you. We knew you weren’t feeling well, so…”
“Yeah!” Reggie smiles. “We didn’t want you to be lonely, so we came over to keep you company.”
Julie sighs shortly. She’s sick and she’s annoyed and she wants to stay mad. But as she rolls her eyes, Julie can’t help the way her lips curl up into a fond smile.
“Thanks, guys,” she says. “I appreciate that.”
They smile at her, and the room brightens. The morning chill strikes her back and she shivers.
“Right,” she chuckles nervously, settling back down in her bed. “Gotta stay warm if I wanna beat this cold!”
“Oh, yep,” Reggie says, pointing at her as she pulls the covers back up over her shoulders. “You do that.”
Julie laughs softly and closes her eyes as she is embraced by the heavenly warmth of her bed. Finally, she thinks. No sick person should ever have to wake up during the morning.
Julie’s eyes open at the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looks up. “Are you still here?”
The boys splutter unintelligibly. Julie raises her eyebrows and purses her lips. “You can go now…”
“Mm-hm.” Alex nods, turning towards the door. “Let’s go.”
“We’re leaving,” Luke announces as they make their way out.
“Yes, ma’am! We are out of here.”
Reggie, Julie thinks, shaking her head fondly. Alone again, she closes her eyes once more and sighs into the comforting warmth. And honestly? The sunlight isn’t too bad right now. 
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dykefever · 1 year
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i’ve really been on my hop back in bed cosy as hell grind. lately
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musashi · 1 year
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people in the tags of that covid post like 'lol i had no reaction to the vaccines to if i get it i'll probably be fine'
bestie.
back up.
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nighthawkes · 7 months
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9 people to get to know better
tagged by @froggierboy :)
last song: Super Reflector by the Technicolors
currently watching: Adventure Time and It's Always Sunny
currently reading: Nona the Ninth and Red Dragon
current obsession: J. C. Leyendecker
tagging: @jewishbookwyrm, @me-sorta, @emeraldyke, @sarcastic-clapping, @beemotifs, @whimsigod, @metonymph, @holochromatic, @orangejuice-fiction
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theplanetprince · 2 years
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Cherry Flavored || CH.4
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Fic: AO3 || FNN
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teens and Up
Word Count as of Update: 23k~
Chapters as of update: 4/8 (subject to change)
Relationships:
Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton
Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton
Dash Baxter & Jazz Fenton
Characters:
Danny Fenton
Dash Baxter
Jazz Fenton
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Fever Dreams, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Secret Identity Fail, Bad Jokes, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Tired Danny Fenton, Mild Language, Touch-Starved, Handcuffed Together, Get Along Sweater, Ghost Sickness, Paranormal, Platonic Cuddling, Accidental Cuddling, High School, Homework, Canon Rewrite, Worldbuilding, Attempt at Worldbuilding, Implied Slash, References to Drugs, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Cooking, Bad Cooking, Food, Studying, Sharing a Bed, Sibling Rivalry, Medical Inaccuracies, Don't Examine This Too Closely, I Don't Even Know
Fic Summary: "Side Effects: Blurred vision, drowsiness or dizziness, shakiness, unsteady walk, unusual excitement, nervousness, restlessness, or irritability (severe).” “DO NOT operate vehicles or other heavy machinery." Left with no other option in their time of need, Jazz calls upon Dash Baxter to babysit her younger brother Danny while he’s bedridden with some kind of flu or mono— or something! What Jazz neglected to mention is that her brother might be experiencing some bizarre side effects…
Author's Note: Uh, guess who forgot to post the updates and changes to this fic? Better late than never, I suppose! -Voorhees 😅
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