#eddie would absolutely have a collection of nicknames for pets

[vecnuthy]

Eddie and Steve kept catching the other's eye every time Dio, their grey and white cat, kept flopping down with a world-weary sigh that, this time, wasn't due to Eddie being annoying showing affection. The poor thing had formed a habit of seeking out the cool floor vents or worming his way into fridge when it was open, but that behavior never seemed too out of character, considering how his fluffy butt would shoot outside and completely starfish-jump into a fresh mound of snow if given the opportunity. And he was always given a lot.

On a leash, of course.

The first time that had happened, Steve and Eddie doubled over in laughter, hands slapping at arms until the "Did you see that?!" of the moment turned into "Can you see him?!" and they both frantically started digging for him. The snow-chilled but panic-warmed reunion yielded a very unamused Dio held tight against Steve's chest (with a hyperbolic "He's frozen solid!") as Eddie's forehead pressed between Dio's snow-dusted ears with a vow of "Never again" spilled from his chapped lips.

But that was January of last year, and it was now July of this year, and — look. The decision was that the cat needed his fur trimmed past just the regularly-scheduled maintenance of the very necessary Butt Trim. It was the peak of summer, and Dio was obviously uncomfortable in his long fur that was thicker than Eddie's skull, the latter of which was unfortunately to blame for the current situation:

Little Dio, Baby D, Dionysus, Rice-a-Ronnie fighting for his hairy little life on the top of the dryer, wiggling like an eel half out of Eddie's hold, claws raking through fur clippings and skidding against its absolutely gripless surface. The clippers buzzed menacingly from the floor after falling off the dryer.

Eddie tried his best to talk the cat down, cooing little things like "You're gonna look so handsome, Steve's gonna be so impressed. You're gonna be such a cool cat," but Dio the Diabolical didn't want any part of that.

Butt trim? No problem. Starting there probably would have been the better idea, but Eddie — alone, forsaken, and abandoned, thanks to Steve getting called in to work on his off day — had started working at the other end and soon found that the job couldn't be carried out with just one set of hands, committed though they were.

After a well-fought struggle, Eddie finally let Dio go with permission to "be free and angry — for now," and turned the clippers off, but he was not prepared for the sight that fully registered when he found Dio sitting on a stool next to the counter.

After an appropriate gasp, Eddie muttered, "Ohhh my god. Diogenes, what have I done?" from behind his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.

Dio ignored him, fully in ice-out mode as he groomed his face. He didn't even flinch as Eddie snapped a picture on his phone, but didn't take too kindly to the tone of Eddie's "Why are you so tiny?!" so he hopped down and found another spot in a different room.

Eddie texted the following to Steve:

I made a mistake he won't let me clip anymore. Will I be arrested.

Not even ten seconds later, Eddie received a video call from Robin Buckley, who was absolutely howling in laughter, featuring a horrified Steve in the background, unable to tear his eyes away from his phone.

The rest of the fur trim may or may not have happened until a few days later because the sight was just so ridiculously fascinating (and Robin had insisted on experiencing its full glory in person). His fuzzy boots and a fluffy tuft at the end of his tail remained, though.

#Steve saying 'you could have WAITED' as Robin practically shrieks 'why does he look like that?!' in a tone that would summon dogs #eddie: he was MELTING Steve! #Steve: why is he so tiny?!! #Eddie: RIGHT? #eddie would absolutely have a collection of nicknames for pets #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #shout out to that picture popping up on ig lol

[eddiclupin]

[  ben barnes, cis-man, he/him + Migraine by Twenty one pilots ]   ━━   Hey, that’s [ Edward Remus Lupin ]? I read an article on them once ; they're [ twenty-eight ] years old of [ half-blood ] descent, a [ wizard/ metamorph ] and a [ Hufflepuff ] alumnus. I heard they had gone on to be an [ auror ] . I've also heard they can be quite [ Humble + Supportive ], but I don’t know… they came off very [ Frivolous + Workaholic ] in that interview. It really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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BASIC INFORMATION:

full name: edward remus lupin name meaning: edward - meaning “guardian” or “protector.” remus - meaning “twin.” lupin - meaning “pertaining to wolf.” nicknames: eddie, eds, teddy, ted age: twenty-eight (28) birthday: april 13 gender: cis-man pronouns: he/him/his sexuality: unsure blood status: half-blood alliance: neutral

APPEARANCE:

face claim: ben barnes height: 6′1″ (six foot one) eye color: brown hair color and style: dark brown, often worn shaved on the sides and slicked back. Sometimes he’ll let it to it’s own devices. scars/piercings/tattoos/other markings: scars across knuckles, a scar on his cheek, ear pierced. fashion sense: almost always has a suit on, if he doesn’t it’s a simple pants and a t-shirt style.   

PERSONALITY:

the label: the bereft meyers-briggs:  ENFJ-T ; the protagonist :  Protagonists are inspiring optimists, readily taking action to do what they feel is right. (Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging, Turbulent) likes: sweets, star gazing, collecting shells, and origami dislikes: bullies, mirrors, pet peeves: loud chewing, vices: tbd

BASIC FACTS AND HEADCANONS:

patronus: wolf wand: It is made of Walnut, possess a Snallygaster Heartstring core, and it's Swishy. Length:13⅓" (33.87cm) amortentia: fresh baked cookies, lavender, and petrichor boggart: himself

was a prefect before appointed head boy at hogwarts

was in the dueling club at hogwarts

well known for having cotton candy blue/pink hair at hogwarts

doesn’t have full control of his metamorph abilities 

CONNECTIONS:

Scorpius Malfoy; easily his best friend growing up once the bloke was born. A part of Teddy always viewed Scorpius as his younger brother. Whether that were true or not, the boy was still his family and the older boy would fight anyone that said otherwise. He often did his best to set an example for the other, even though to him Scorpius seemed far more put together than he did.

Victoire Weasley; He’s in love with her. Would he admit that out loud? Absolutely not. Victoire is also one that carries the title of best friend. One day she was just there and it was all just history since. Teddy adores her. He loves how protective she is of the weasley-potter clan (especially since he holds the same sentiments), loves the way she lights up a room with her presence, the way her hair falls when she wears it down, and the little bounce in her step whenever she sees him. A lot of the time he seems unamused with how she is with him but that is far from the truth.

Clyde Nott; during his time as prefect, Teddy made friends with Clyde. The younger bloke approached him for help on hobby searching and while he knew he didn’t have to, especially since he wasn’t his prefect, he still helped. Teddy took some time to get to know the other. It was after getting know him that he suggested maybe commentating for one of the quidditch games since he noticed the other liked to talk a lot, not that it was a bad thing. After he graduated, he often received owls from clyde about how things were going at hogwarts and eventually it went to text messages. Teddy stressed he wasn’t one for phones though.

BIO:

Teddy often heard stories from Harry and his grandmother about his parents. How valiant they were. But that was all they were to him; stories. 

As a young boy, Teddy was a handful. He acted on his emotions and often slammed doors and yelled. He was always so angry and bitter towards the world, towards himself. When he realized that screaming wasn’t fixing anything he just opted to not speaking. 

There’s always been a part of him that wishes he had that picture perfect family, or a family at all. Especially when it comes around the holidays and everyone is talking about what their parents got them or what their parents did for them. He wanted that. He wanted his parents alive, or at least just one of them. A mom to help him understand his metamorphmagus abilities rather than them just acting on his emotions; probably his least favorite thing about himself. A father to pick him up when he falls. It’s not that he’s not thankful for what his grandmother and godfather did, no, he appreciates it, but it just never really felt... fair. He knows that the weasley/potter clan are family, as well as the malfoy’s it just never seemed to make him feel any better. There had always been this hollow feeling for him and it didn’t make any sense until he had found the mirror of erised at hogwarts.

In hogwarts he was sorted into Hufflepuff, like his mother. Teddy focused on his school work, joining clubs to distract himself, especially the first two years he was there. When Vic came to Hogwarts the two basically became joined at the hip, at least for the times they could be. His focus was still on his schooling and it showed with his marks and the fact he was able to be appointed prefect and later on head boy. 

Now, Teddy drowns himself in his work. Any time they need someone he throws himself their way. Anything to stay away from going home to an empty flat. The only time he ever has free time is when he’s forced to take time off or when Victoire drags him away going on about self-care and the likes.

#silverhq.intro #| t̷e̷d̷d̷y̷ ̷l̷u̷p̷i̷n̷ | intro.

[noldorinwa]

Chocolate Box Letter

Dear Chocolate Box writer, 

Thank you for checking this out, and sorry about the delay! 

Here are a bunch of fandom and pairing-specific likes and prompts. All my requests are for fic, and I’m open to all ratings. I’m very excited for just about anything I might receive for any of these pairings, and so long as you stick to something related to my general likes, feel free to follow specific prompts as much or as little as you wish, depending on where inspiration takes you!

 I’m lunavagant on AO3.

General Likes

Worldbuilding

Casefic

Banter and humor

Canon divergence

Emotional vulnerability / repressed feelings / pining

Character study

Codependency 

Characters being possessive or jealous 

Loyalty

Hurt/comfort

Open endings / hopeful endings

Enemies to lovers / friends (especially childhood friends) to lovers

Smut specific likes: frottage; penetration; clothed sex; begging; orgasm delay/denial; emotional sex; power dynamics; overstimulation; fingering; oral sex 

DNWs

Unrequested death of requested characters

Unrequested tragic endings

Unrequested gender headcanons 

Pregnancy 

A/B/O

Bi Richie or Bi Eddie for IT 

 DISCWORLD

There isn't enough Discworld fic in the world, and I would be ecstatic to read just about anything for any combination of characters, really. Some that I am especially fond of but haven't nominated are Sybil, Nobby, William de Worde, Moist, Adora Belle, Polly Perks, and Maladict. 

Anything from a plotty fic to something humorous and dialogue-heavy would be the best thing ever. Footnotes are more than welcome if inspiration strikes. 

 Angua von Uberwald & Samuel Vimes

I would give just about anything for Sam and Angua buddy cop adventures in Ankh-Morpork and beyond. These cynical bastards are two of the characters in the Watch books that most closely resemble each other personality-wise, and anything involving them interacting would be a delight. 

Casefic of any kind, even just a snippet of an ongoing investigation, or everyday Watch shenanigans. 

I really enjoyed Angua and Sam's cameos in Monstrous Regiment, and would love to see more of something of that kind - either set during/post MR canon or in a different setting altogether. 

Any and all interactions with William or Moist especially would be amazing. Especially with both of them being aware that there is a werewolf in the Watch, and both of them very much Not knowing that the werewolf is Angua.    

 Havelock Vetinari & Samuel Vimes

(The tag doesn’t require it, but I’m all for making their relationship shippy – either explicitly or implicitly by hinting at suppressed feelings.)

Feel free to integrate these prompts with the Sam & Angua ones if you're inspired to. 

Pre-series: Sam ends up saving Vetinari’s life much earlier than canon – back when he’s been just recently promoted to Captain of the Watch, and Vetinari is still consolidating his power as Patrician. For all that he's still having to work to make himself heard and respected, young Vetinari probably privately enjoys Sam's irreverence more than he lets on. How does their relationship evolve from there? 

Amnesia fic in which Vetinari has a magic-related accident of some kind (or maybe it's a failed assassination attempt) and ends up forgetting the past five or so years. Maybe he wakes up to Sam sitting by the bed and immediately calls Sam “Captain” instead of Commander? 

Casefic, again! Bickering over case reports! Vetinari messing with Sam by sending people like government inspectors over to the Watch whenever Sam does something annoying (for that matter, what IS the story behind Vetinari sending over A.E. Pessimal? I am Dying to know). Discussions on the need for a free press in Ankh-Morpork, in light of the fact that A) Sam considers William to be a public menace but unfortunately B) Vetinari finds Sam's exasperation hilarious.  

Time travelling shenanigans inspired by Night Watch. Memories, glimpses of parallel realities, Young Sam and Young Havelock interacting. I am also 100% here for Young Vetinari/Sam!Keel.

Any combination of the above ideas, or something new entirely that fits my general likes would be great!

 IT (MOVIES)

Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Fandom specific DNWs: Bi Richie; Bi Eddie; Kidfic; Nicknames that aren’t movie canon

Eddie lives! He just does, because I said so. Angst and temporary character death are more than fine, though. 

I’m here for it all, to be honest, from frantic we-almost-died sex back at the hotel in Derry, to Richie and Eddie attempting to get back to their lives and staying “just friends”, and failing spectacularly. 

Infidelity, angsty misunderstandings, and messy attempts at dealing with your marriage when you're gay and in love with your male best friend are all concepts that are right up my alley with these two. 

Maybe Richie manages to push Eddie out of the way just in time while fighting It in the sewers, and gets injured himself. How does Eddie act with their positions reversed?

I have the biggest soft spot for the two of them as teens, and I would love any exploration of their relationship then. 

Finding excuses to get in each other’s space – sitting close together on the couch, or at the movies, in the hammock, sleeping in the same bed. Richie teasing Eddie constantly just to have an excuse to touch him. Eddie constantly nagging Richie to have an excuse to do the same.  

Sleepovers! Pretending to be asleep to ‘accidentally’ cuddle up to one another. Cuddling turning into something else. 

Banter turning into flirting and both of them insisting it’s all a big joke until it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore, but never taking the final step for fear of being wrong or rejected. Richie dealing with internalized guilt over wanting to touch his best friend in ways he’s not supposed to want.  

Richie crushing on Eddie and being terrified of being found out, but unable to bring himself to stop making jokes, or taking every chance to be as close to Eddie as possible. Richie struggling with himself over his desire to be physically close to Eddie – he would never do anything, so surely he’s allowed this? But then again if Eddie knew about the way Richie feels he wouldn’t want Richie to touch him at all. 

Eddie crushing on Richie and not even realizing it until he doesn’t have Richie’s attention directly on him for more than one minute, then getting restless, or insanely jealous in case Richie is directing said attention elsewhere.

All kinds of awkward but earnest teen explorations of sexuality would be delightful.  

If you’re inspired to write smut, I vastly prefer Richie bottoming and/or being generally submissive in bed. Eddie, on the other hand, probably gets a rush from finding out that Richie likes being told what to do. I also believe that it’s much more likely for Richie to be the one to freak out about (or during!) sex. For all that he’s just as repressed, Eddie is also a stubborn bastard, and once he’s concluded that he wants to sleep with Richie he would be a man on a mission. 

 KNIVES OUT

Marta Cabrera/Ransom Drysdale

I watched this movie by myself and only distantly registered the fact that I found the idea of these two appealing. Then I watched it again with my friend and about halfway through she went, "you know what, I ship this," and I realised that she was right.  

Someone in a different letter referred to this ship as Marta accidentally collecting a pet sociopath, and that's so on point I'm going to quote it. 

Angry sex, power dynamics, enemies to lovers, the possibilities are endless. Ransom deserves to be pushed around a bit and he’d be into it way more than he’d like to openly admit.

Canon divergence in which Ransom is still a total dick but not the killer. Maybe Marta really did accidentally kill Harlan. Maybe it was somebody else. Basically I'd just like to see more of the reluctant partnership they struck during the movie, with both of them finding each other's moral compasses (or lack thereof) an absolute pain in the ass. 

Post-canon, Ransom gets out of jail and finds that the family is still plotting to take Marta down, and if they can't do that through legal means, well. They'll just have to get creative. Either he decides to side with her for reasons unclear even to him, or they are thrown together by the circumstances and have no choice but to collaborate and lean on each other if they want to survive. Ransom insisting that he's only trying to keep Marta alive because he plans on getting money out of her somehow, even when it becomes clear that there's something else at play. 

Banter, fights, bickering and insulting each other while working together surprisingly – and annoyingly – well. Ransom surprising Marta by making the right choice at a critical moment, and then immediately going back to being an asshole. Marta fighting dirty and Ransom being into it.

Thank you for reading this, and have fun!

#chocolate box 2020 #choc box 2020 #mine

[singledarkshade]

Real World

Being a single-parent is hard but Rip wouldn't give it up for anything.

If only his weird dreams would stop.

Part One

He woke up with a jolt looking around his bedroom trying to work out where he was. Letting out a long sigh he rubbed his eyes as his confusion abated and he realised he was in his apartment in Central City. His dreams were back, the weird ones where he was himself but felt like someone else.

It had been over six months since the car accident when these stupid dreams began, surely a concussion should not last this long. Rolling over he looked at the picture sitting on his bedside cabinet and smiled at it.

To my Rip, time is a river we’ll navigate together, love Miranda.

She had given him the nickname of Rip because she knew far too any people called Michael, and since he was studying temporal mechanics as one of his degrees, he had to have something a little unusual. Although technically it came from his middle name.

Pushing his hands through his hair Rip knew he wasn’t getting anymore sleep so went to the kitchen and made himself some tea. Turning on the TV he found an old movie to watch, dozing while it played.

“Daddy,” the small voice called to him while a hand batted at his arm.

Rip opened his eyes and smiled finding his son kneeling beside him on the couch, “Good morning.”

“I’m hungry,” Jonas told him.

Grabbing his son around his waist Rip pulled him into his lap hugging him close, “Are you sure? I thought we should go back to sleep.”

“No,” Jonas giggled when Rip began to tickle him, “Stop.” Kissing the blond head Rip dropped Jonas onto the seat beside him, “Okay, I’ll make some toast.”

“With peanut butter?” Jonas asked with a sweet smile.

Rip shook his head amused, “Only because it’s Friday.”

  Listening to his son in the other room watching cartoons Rip made them some breakfast. Jonas was the centre of Rip’s world and had been since the moment he’d been born. Of course the happiest day of his life then turned into the worst. Miranda died a few hours after having their son through complications no one could have predicted.

For four years Rip had raised their son alone, trying hard to balance his work and life while in London. Moving to Central City had been a spur of the moment decision when he got a job he hadn’t expected to but it wasn’t like he had anyone back in London.

“Here you go,” Rip set the plate with toast on the table in front of Jonas, “Eat up.”

Jonas climbed onto Rip’s lap the moment he sat on the couch and munched his toast while watching cartoons. Eating his own breakfast Rip smiled slightly at the warmth of his little boy leaning back against him.

About an hour later Rip tapped Jonas’ leg, “Okay, time to get dressed. I have to go to work and you have day care.”

Jonas pouted before laughing when Rip stood turning Jonas upside down for a few seconds before he carried the little boy into the bathroom to wash him. Less than thirty minutes later both were ready for the day. Rip grabbed the Flash backpack all of Jonas’ things were in and caught his hand leading him out the apartment.

  Mercury Labs was an incredible employer for people with children. They not only had flexible working hours but also a day care with excellent teachers who ensured the children were prepared for entering school. Rip was well aware how lucky he had been to get the job here.

“Morning, Mr Green, Miss King,” Jonas greeted the two teachers who were still drinking coffee when they arrived.

“Good morning, Jonas,” Miss King smiled at him, she was quite young with an enthusiasm for teaching that Rip appreciated, “Dr Hunter.”

Rip nodded to her before turning to his son, “Looks like we’re here early so why don’t you go and get a book to read until everyone else gets here?” Crouching down so he was at the same level Rip smiled at his little boy, “I will see you at lunchtime, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Jonas nodded.

Rip opened his arms for a hug smiling when Jonas threw himself into his arms. Hugging his son close Rip felt complete peace for those few seconds. Kissing the bright blond head Rip let him go watching as Jonas ran over to the library section, choosing a book the boy sat cross-legged on the carpet and began to read.

“I’ll take that for you,” Miss King offered reaching for the backpack Rip was holding.

Shaken out of his reverie Rip handed the bag over, “I’ll be down for lunch.”

She nodded and ushered him out of the room.

  Rip flipped through his mail while Jonas skipped a few steps ahead of him along the corridors to their apartment.

“Hi, Trina,” Jonas suddenly cried bouncing on ahead to the woman standing in her doorway across from theirs.

“Hey, buddy,” she crouched down to catch him in a hug, “Did you have a good day?”

Jonas nodded, “Where’s Ali?”

“Ali is still at work,” Trina grinned, “But she’ll be here tomorrow when you come over to help me bake.”

“But we don’t let her help,” Jonas reminded the other woman, “Because she makes everything taste yuck.”

Rip frowned slightly, “That’s not a nice thing to say, Jonas.”

Katrina Avery, his neighbour and one of the few people he trusted with Jonas, grinned back at him, “But we all know it’s true.”

Shaking his head Rip opened the door to their apartment, “Say bye to Katrina,” he told his son, “You’ll see her tomorrow.”

“Bye, Trina,” Jonas beamed at her before he ran into his own apartment.

Rip waited for a moment before turning to the blonde who was smiling at him, “Do you want to join us for dinner?” “Ali is picking up food,” Katrina replied, “So I’ll pass this time. I’ll see you tomorrow around ten.”

With a slight nod Rip bade her goodbye and entered the apartment finding Jonas was on the couch already reading his book. It was times like this Rip was just overwhelmed by how much he loved his little boy.

Placing the backpack in his spot near the door Rip dropped a quick kiss on his son’s hair before heading into the kitchen to make them dinner.

  Rip sat gently stroking his son’s back as Jonas slept on top of him while he watched an old movie. He knew he should put the boy in his bed but Rip liked holding Jonas when he slept, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he lost this simple joy. Finally he shifted Jonas onto his shoulder and carried the little boy into his bedroom.

Sliding Jonas under his covers Rip tucked Jonas’ favourite bear in beside him before covering him properly. He watched his son sleep for a few minutes before returning to the lounge and dropping onto the couch exhausted. Being a single parent was hard but he couldn’t imagine his life without Jonas.

                          *********************************************

  Rip knocked. The door opened and he didn’t get a chance to say a word as Jonas instantly bounded inside to hug Ali and then Katrina. Rip placed his son’s backpack on the couch.

“What are your plans for this morning?” Ali asked joining him while Katrina took Jonas to the kitchen to start choosing what type of cookies they were going to make.

Rip gave a slight smile, “Making my life even harder than it already is.”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he told her, “Jonas, I’ll be back soon.”

Jonas quickly ran to hug Rip before he scampered back to Katrina.

Ali patted Rip’s arm comfortingly, “Go and enjoy your morning,” she told him, “We have him.”

Knowing his little boy was fine Rip left and headed to the car. It wasn’t a long drive from his apartment to the suburbs, he parked in front of a house which had several balls scattered over the front lawn.

Knocking on the door Rip smiled slightly at the chorus of barking coming from inside. He listened amused to the sounds coming from the other side before the door opened.

“Hi, Michael,” Eddie greeted him, “Come on in.”

Entering the house Rip quickly closed the front door before Eddie opened the hall door and the barking came again.

Rip crouched down smiling at the chocolate brown Labrador puppy bounding towards him, “Hey there girl,” he caught the enthusiastic puppy lifting her into his arms and gently scratching her head as she licked his face, “It’s good to see you too.”

“Have you told Jonas yet?” Eddie asked leading him into the living room where several other puppies were running around.

Rip shook his head, “She’s going to be a surprise.”

“Well I’m sure that’ll make you the best dad ever,” Eddie noted, “Grab a seat and I’ll make you some tea.”

Rip took a seat on the couch still petting the puppy who settled on his lap, “Have you got homes for any of the others yet?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied, “They’ll be collected in the next week or so. You’re the first to pick up your new puppy.” “Well I can’t wait to get her home,” Rip replied, continuing to stroke the puppy in his lap, “Can I, Gideon?”

Gideon barked.

“I’ll get you that tea,” Eddie chuckled.

  It had been only the second week he’d left Jonas with Katrina and Ali when Rip ran into Eddie in the city centre. He also worked in Mercury Labs and they’d spoken briefly in the few weeks Rip had been there. Eddie’s wife had just had a baby while his elder daughter’s dog had just had puppies so his house was in absolute chaos. Seeing the other man struggling with his shopping, Rip offered to help and had instantly fallen in love with the smallest puppy who had scampered over to him the moment he’d walked into the house.

Still too young to be separated from her mother at the time Rip visited each weekend, getting her used to him until he was finally able to take her home to meet Jonas. He knew getting a puppy was going to add to the chaos, and exhaustion, in his life but Rip couldn’t leave her.

He’d made sure he had everything they would need for their new puppy over the past few weeks. Eddie had helpfully got Gideon all her shots and micro-chipped before Rip took her home.

Rip had also checked neither Ali nor Katrina were allergic. They were so much a part of Jonas’ life so he knew he couldn’t take the puppy if neither of them were able to be around her. Thankfully neither was allergic and both loved dogs although had been confused he’d asked the question.

He put the bright red collar he’d bought on Gideon, smiling as she kept trying to lick his hand. Lifting her into his arms Rip headed up the stairs to introduce his son to the new member of their family.

  Katrina watched her girlfriend as she sat reading a story to the little boy they were babysitting. They had both instantly adored Jonas Hunter when they met him almost six months ago. He was so cute, with big blue eyes and bright blond hair, always filled with questions, as well as being very affectionate giving hugs and kisses whenever he saw them.

The little boy came with a father Katrina sometimes wanted to wrap in her arms and just hug because he really needed it. Michael was a good man, who adored his son and had become a good friend to them both. She could see though there were days the man was exhausted trying to keep up with his little boy and wished he would take up their offer to babysit more often. So far they had only managed to persuade Michael to let them take Jonas for a few hours each Saturday morning to let him have some time on his own.

“Are the cookies ready yet?” Jonas asked suddenly.

Katrina shook her head, “Not yet but as soon as they are we’ll all have one.” Jonas beamed at her before turning back to Ali and their book. A knock came on the door and Katrina smiled finding Michael there holding a puppy in his arms.

“What?” was all she managed before Jonas came running over.

“Is that a puppy?” Jonas demanded wide-eyed as his father crouched down.

Michael smiled, “Yes, this is our new puppy. Her name is Gideon.”

Jonas gently reached out to touch the dog who instantly started to lick the little boy’s hand making him giggle.

Ali cleared her throat making Michael look up at her, “I see what you meant this morning when you said you’re making your life even harder than before.”

He shrugged, “I know but look at her and tell me you would leave her.”

Rolling her eyes Ali joined the others petting the puppy.

                          *********************************************

  Rip sighed when Gideon poked at his face with her cold wet nose, it was still early and he just wanted to get some more sleep.

“Okay,” he sighed after several minutes getting up, “You hungry?” The yapping from the puppy made him smile and he gently clapped her before he got out of bed. Heading for the kitchen he quickly fixed Gideon some breakfast before making himself some tea.

They’d had Gideon for about a month and a half now. Rip found he talked to her a lot which made no sense as she was a puppy and couldn’t talk back but for some reason it helped him when he was stressed.

Getting Jonas breakfast when he got up Rip then sat with his tea stroking Gideon who was sitting on the couch with her head resting against his thigh.

An hour later he had Jonas washed and dressed standing outside the girls’ apartment.

“Good morning,” Ali said catching Jonas in a quick hug before sending him inside to see Katrina. She quickly scratched Gideon’s head before looking at Rip, “I promise we will have him back by dinner time and he will not gorge himself on sweets.”

“Thanks, Ali,” Rip smiled at her, “You know you didn’t need to...” “Who else are we going to take to a show like this?” Ali laughed, “My friend who runs the company wants real kids to see the production. I promised her at least one discerning child.”

Rip chuckled, “He knows what he likes. Okay, if there are any problems or if he gets upset then call me and I will come pick him up.”

“He’ll be fine, Michael,” Ali promised, “Give him a hug bye and go enjoy your day to yourself.”

Crouching down Rip called to his son who came over for a quick hug before he petted Gideon and waving goodbye when Rip left.

  It was a nice day as Rip walked through the streets with his puppy scampering happily at his side. He had no idea what to do without Jonas for a full day but Gideon needed a walk anyway so it gave him time to think.

Wandering randomly through the city Rip frowned hearing Gideon suddenly begin to yap at him. Looking down he saw her leash was twisting oddly, he unhooked it to untangle the leather strap surprised when Gideon suddenly bounded away.

“Gideon,” he snapped, “Get back here,” Rip chased after his puppy frowning when she disappeared through a small hole in a wire fence that had several large ‘Keep Out’ signs.

Groaning in annoyance he managed to find an opening big enough for him, squeezing through Rip scanned the area looking for his puppy.

“Gideon?” he called worriedly, “Come on, Gideon. Come here, girl.”

“Hey,” a man appeared suddenly to Rip’s surprise as he was sure no one had been around, his hair sitting just at his shoulders and a t-shirt showing a half-melted Rubik’s cube, “This is private property.”

“I am sorry,” Rip stated, “But my dog managed to get in through a hole in the fence. She’s just a puppy.” “Is this her?” another man said appearing just as suddenly but Rip didn’t care why he hadn’t seen him approach as his dog was being carried by the new arrival.

Rip reached out and took the puppy into his arms, smiling as she licked at his face, “Bad girl, Gideon. You shouldn’t have run away. What would I tell Jonas?”

“Jonas?” the first of the men asked.

Rip smiled slightly, “My son,” he looked at the two men, “Thank you, I’m sorry about trespassing...”

At the hesitation the first of his new friends grinned, “I’m Cisco, that’s Barry.”

“Michael,” he introduced himself attaching the leash to Gideon and putting her on the ground where she began to chew on the bottom of his denims, “Michael Hunter.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael,” Barry told him, “Take care of your troublemaker.”

Rip nodded, “Thanks again,” he said before leading Gideon away.

                          *********************************************

  “Who was our intruder?” Iris asked when Barry and Cisco returned to the cortex.

“A puppy,” Cisco said bringing up the CCTV footage, “Belonging to him.”

Iris stared at the man on the screen as did Harry and Joe.

“And?” Harry demanded.

Cisco shook his head, “There wasn’t a glimmer of recognition in his eyes when he talked to us.”

“Except he called his dog Gideon,” Joe noted.

“Well Gideon, the AI Gideon, said certain things may stick,” Cisco reminded them, “Things that were so important to him that not even the memory wipe would remove them.”

Joe folded his arms, “But other than the name you’re sure nothing else is in there.”

“I saw nothing to suggest he did know who we were,” Barry replied.

“And there was no vibe from him,” Cisco added, “It looks like Rip Hunter Time Master is gone for good.”

Barry nodded, “Which is exactly what he wanted.”

Part Two

#Rip Hunter #Legends Of Tomorrow #Fic

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Beverly Martha Marsh

NICKNAME(S): Bev, Bevvy (do not fucking call her that, it reminds her of her dad and that is not something she wants to think about), Beaverly, Slut

AGE: 18

DATE OF BIRTH: February 13th, 1976

HOMETOWN: Derry, Maine

CURRENT LOCATION: Derry, Maine

ETHNICITY: English, Irish, Scottish

NATIONALITY: American

GENDER: Cis female

PRONOUNS: She/her

ORIENTATION: Biromantic bisexual, though she’s never really discussed it with anyone. She kissed a few girls at parties back in Portland, but she’s never gone further than that. She does like girls though.

RELIGION: Agnostic. No one in her family has ever been really religious - her father and aunt were raised Catholic, though, while her mother was raised Methodist. 

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: While she definitely has left-leaning beliefs, she doesn’t follow politics enough to have a specific opinion on every issue. She identifies as a liberal democrat though.

OCCUPATION: Student, a clerk at the fabric store in the strip mall

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Bev currently lives with her aunt in a tiny, two bedroom apartment near the one she used to live in with her dad. It’s older, but Bev’s never been one to complain as long as she’s got a roof over her head. 

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English

ACCENT: Maine

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Sophia Lillis (younger), Abigail Cowen (older)

HAIR COLOUR: Red

EYE COLOUR: Blue

HEIGHT: 5′7″

WEIGHT: 120 lbs

BUILD: Slim

TATTOOS: She has a collection of seven small birds on her rib cage. Bev got it on her eighteenth birthday - before she and her aunt moved back to Derry. At the time, she wasn’t sure why seven felt like the right number, but now she knows that there’s one for each of the losers.

PIERCINGS: Bev’s had her ears pierced for as long as she can remember. When she was sixteen, she got her cartilage pierced. A few weeks ago, she also pierced her nose because it’s the 90s and everyone’s got a nose piercing.

CLOTHING STYLE: Okay so fashion is actually Beverly’s favorite thing in the world. Growing up, her father always restricted what she could or couldn’t wear and now that he’s dead, she wears whatever the fuck she wants. Bev’s style is eclectic; some days she’s in a black, ripped crop top with a bright red plaid skirt and combat boots, and then the next day she’s in a soft summer dress with sandals and a flower crown. Beverly makes most of her own clothes, or she tailors and alters things she finds at the thrift store. She does wear makeup, mostly because it’s fun to put on.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Her lips are almost always turned up in a soft smirk like there’s some sort of joke or secret that only the two of you are in on. Her dark eyes are warm and loving unless you give her a reason why they shouldn’t be. 

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  Freckles scattered across her face, shoulders and arms, as well as a scar on the palm of her hand.

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (undiagnosed) 

ALLERGIES: None

SLEEPING HABITS: Beverly is usually more of a night owl than an early bird. She sometimes struggles with falling asleep, which means she usually stays up listening to music or flipping through magazines until she gets tired. If she’s really restless, she’ll sneak out and visit a friend or go to the quarry to look at the stars.

EATING HABITS: Honestly, Bev’s eating habits aren’t great. Her aunt works ridiculous hours and Bev is horrible when it comes to cooking, so she lives on a diet of takeout and meals that are quick and cheap to make. She does try and eat a balanced meal most of the time, though, and she doesn’t go crazy with sweets. Junk food isn’t something she gorges herself on, really. 

EXERCISE HABITS: She doesn’t work out regularly really, but Bev walks or bikes most places. She does run sometimes if she’s feeling stressed or upset, but her stamina isn’t great due to the fact that she’s smoked cigarettes since she was twelve. 

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Pretty high. Beverly still has nightmares about different elements of her childhood, but usually, she can calm herself down afterward. She’s not too distressed most of the time, at least on the outside. Bev’s good at letting things go, or at least ignoring them until they’re a serious problem.

SOCIABILITY: High. Bev’s a very social person. She doesn’t like be alone, really, and tends to surround herself with people she loves and cares about. Making new friends isn’t her strongest suit, but she’s okay at it. Bev’s kind to strangers, and can usually make small talk with people.

BODY TEMPERATURE: Bev’s usually cold, even when it’s pretty warm outside. She tends to wear layers just for this reason.

ADDICTIONS: Cigarettes. She picked up the nasty habit when she was twelve and hasn’t been able to quit for longer than a month since. It’s not something she’s proud of, but she also can’t seem to let it go. 

DRUG USE: Recreational marijuana use, though she only smokes it with friends. It’s not her favorite stress-reliever, but it’ll get the job done. 

ALCOHOL USE: Beverly is a social drinker; if her friends are drinking, so is she. She’s a giggly drunk who can sometimes be a little flirty, and she rarely throws up. Her hangovers can be pretty brutal, though. 

PERSONALITY

LABEL: The Empath

POSITIVE TRAITS: Compassionate, Forgiving, Creative, Loyal, Tenacious, Brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impulsive, Stubborn, Sarcastic, Distant, Rebellious

GOALS/DESIRES: More than anything, Beverly wants to work in fashion. She loves designing and creating her own clothes, and would love to do that on a larger scale once she graduates. It’s unlikely that she’ll get a scholarship to any school, but she’s still applying to places with fashion design programs. If she manages to get in one, she’ll take out loans to go. 

FEARS: Her father, though she does have some peace of mind now that he’s dead. Anyone that majorly reminds her of him scares her a bit too. Beverly’s aware of the way men stare at her, and that troubles her a lot too. Sometimes she can use their leering to her advantage, but most of the time, it just creeps her out. 

HOBBIES: Bev likes making her own clothing. She spends a good deal of her time at her sewing machine, making new things from scratch or altering things she’s found at a thrift store. She also makes things for her friends, for holidays or their birthdays. Most of the time, she doesn’t have money for a gift, so she makes them something instead. Sketching out designs for her own clothes takes up a portion of her time too. If she’s bored in class, Bev will begin drawing out a new dress or skirt or something that she wants to make one day. When she isn’t working on clothes, Bev can be found reading. She developed a love for poetry when she moved to Portland, though she didn’t understand why until she moved back. She also likes murder mysteries and true crime books. Weirdly enough, gruesome stories fascinate her. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism. 

HABITS: Beverly plays with her hair a lot. She’s kept it short ever since she was thirteen, though now it falls to her shoulders. If she’s stressed or nervous, she’ll play with it even more than normal. Smoking also helps calm her nerves. If she’s trying to quit, she’ll chew a lot of gum.

FAVOURITES

WEATHER: Overcast weather is Beverly’s favorite. Sunshine is nice sometimes, but she thrives in cloudy, slightly chilly weather. That’s why Fall is her favorite season. She loves being outdoors when the air is crisp and you can taste the rain.

COLOUR: Bev loves pink. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being feminine, and Beverly will make sure you know that. She loves red a lot too, though.

MUSIC: Bev loves both pop music and alternative stuff. She loves Whitney Houston (though no one can love her as much as Eddie), and she used to be really into Madonna. Now, she listens to Green Day and some girl bands. She likes some rap too.

MOVIES: Honestly, Bev can watch pretty much any movie; she loves romantic comedies, though. Because she’s friends with the losers and the party, she’s developed a taste for sci-fi and adventure movies. Bev also likes horror movies, but only if they’re slasher movies. When the antagonist is human, she’s fine.

SPORT: Sports aren’t Beverly’s thing. Her lungs are terrible after smoking for so long, so she can’t really play much. But, she’s in the stands at every game Mike or Ben are playing in. She wouldn’t miss that for the world. 

BEVERAGE: Coke or coffee

FOOD: Pizza with green peppers, mushrooms and sausage 

ANIMAL: Bev’s always liked otters a lot. They’re adorable, and they hold hands to stay together. What’s not to like?

FAMILY

FATHER: Alvin Marsh, an actual piece of shit (Deceased)

MOTHER: Elfrieda Marsh, not a great mom when she was alive (Deceased)

SIBLING(S): None

PET(S): A kitten from Richie the Cat’s litter, given to her by Mike Hanlon

FAMILY’S FINANCIAL STATUS: Bev has lived with her aunt since she was thirteen. They manage to make ends meet, but they certainly are far from being wealthy. Bev doesn’t like to talk about it, but she’s definitely poorer than most of her friends. She can’t always afford to go bowling or go to the movies every week, but she never wants her friends to feel sorry for her. 

EXTRA

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

MBTI: ENFP

ENNEAGRAM: Type 1w2. Bev wants to make a difference, but she also wants to help others. 

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

PRIMARY VICE: Wrath

PRIMARY VIRTUE: Charity

ELEMENT: Air

#( I WANT TO RUN TOWARDS SOMETHING | MUSE )

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Nygmobblepot please :)

Who hogs the duvet: Oswald of course

Who texts/rings to check how their day is going: OSWALD. We’ve seen how antsy he gets left alone. Before he even liked Ed, he was using condiments as an excuse.

Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Ed of course has the most ridiculously elaborate, thought out gifts. Oswald TRIES but, like we’ve seen before, he’ll go for a supposedly difficult puzzle that Ed instantly solves.

Who gets up first in the morning: Ed has to wake up and make sure everything’s ready for Mr. Mayor to start his day.

Who suggests new things in bed: Ed. I think they’re both inexperienced, but Ed is extremely eager to learn and discover more while Oswald is more bashful.

Who cries at movies: OSWALD. He’ll lose it if there’s a sad lonely kid in something.

Who gives unprompted massages: Ed. If he doesn’t it will be prompted by Oswald clearing his throat in a ‘um excuse me’ way.

How they are when they’re sick: they’re both huge drama queens who are all about lounging around in their pajamas and being attended to.

Who gets jealous easiest: both of them get literally-- literally-- murderously jealous at the drop of a hat

Who collects something unusual: Oswald collects a lot of ornate Penguin-themed jewelry 

Who takes the longest to get ready: Oswald. I mean, that look doesn’t just happen.

Who is the tidiest and organized: Ed. God help anyone who moves the spoons to a different drawer.

Who gets most excited about the holidays: At first, Oswald. Ed was never into them, but I think he’ll start being excited about them once he realizes that now that he’s with Oswald, he has a real family.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Ed/Oswald

Who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: ED. Oswald gets a little snippy when he loses, which he usually does, but Ed would absolutely melt down especially if it was a logic-based game

Who starts the most arguments: n/a because their only speeds are ‘saying weird passive aggressive things to each other’ or ‘turf wore that tears up Gotham city’ and either way they’re always both equally culpable

What are their nicknames for each other: I think Ed strokes Oswald’s ego by calling him “Mr. Mayor” long after it’s his actual title. Oswald comes up with cutesy variations like Eddie-Freddy

Who suggests that they buy a pet: neither. I feel like they’d both be against the idea of some animal running around the house, getting fur on their all black outfits.

What couple traditions they have: I like to think that every year they celebrate the anniversary of the first time they killed a man together by killing a man together

What tv shows they watch together: let’s be real Oswald is probably addicted to whatever the DC universe equivalent of the Love & Hip Hop franchise is, while Ed would be super into prestige stuff like Westworld. The rare overlap probably happens when there’s an intricate prestige show that’s also full of juicy drama. They would totally watch Bates Motel together.

Another couple they hang out with: Jim finds himself on double dates with them so often

How they spend time together as a couple: A lot of snuggling, cooking meals together, singing by the piano. Oswald also loves going out and showing off his trophy husband (the fact that no one seems to think Ed is as perfect and beautiful as he does doesn’t stop his instinct to show him off)

Who made the first move: Ed abducting Oswald was a pretty strong opener

Who brings flowers home: both

Who is the best cook: Ed

Who snores: Oswald