#i know markus's head is too short

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When We Were Young

Pairing: Eddie Munson x childhood friend!f!girly girl!Reader

Word count: 5352

Warnings: pet names (Doll, it’s my fav ok), small age gap (Eddie is two years older than you), near death experience, first kiss (of multiple), there are some heated moments but no smut, angst sometimes but fluff

Summary: You moved to Hawkins, Indiana with your family when you were still little. Moving into a mobile home in the trailer park, you met Eddie and Wayne Munson. You become friends quickly, learning you love him early on. But what happens in 1986, when your whole world crumbles?

A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago, this jumps years so please enjoy! Might write another one like this if it does good cause I really enjoyed it, give me character ideas? 👀

1974

It was late May when your family moved to Hawkins, Indiana a small town where everyone knew each other. You were young, about seven, and freshly out of second grade.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air when your car pulled into the trailer park, the moving truck following after. Your dad parked outside your new home, a small mobile, the sides covered in mildew and dark green vines.

Your parents were greeted by a man, welcoming you all to the town, introducing himself as Wayne Munson, a new neighbor. A boy walks up to you, his clothes too big for him, and his hair buzzed. He smelled of cigarette smoke with a hint of mahogany. “Name’s Eddie,” the kid holds out his hand, which was covered in a thin layer of dirt from playing out on the roads. You introduced yourself, and took his hand, which made him smile. “You look like a doll in that dress.” He gestures to the frilly dress your mom made you, the puffed sleeves trimmed in a cream colored lace. “I like dolls.” You squeezed the teddy you have been holding for the whole ride to your chest. Eddie didn’t stop smiling.

The next week, after everything had been moved in, Eddie invited you to play outside with the other kids, which your mom agreed to let you. “She looks like a toy.” One of the older kids snickered, nudging some of the others. You looked down at your white bloomers under your short pink puffy dress. Your parents didn’t have money, but your mother always made you cute clothes. “She looks like a doll.” Eddie corrects them, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You followed Eddie around the entire summer, like a lost puppy follows a friendly person when they receive food from them. You liked being around him, and he liked being around you.

You would come over for lunch with him and hang out in his room where he showed you a bunch of cool comic posters and some cool fantasy movies and books. The joy and excitement on his face making you giggle. He was older than you by two years, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed making someone laugh and smile. You were his best friend.

1978

As the summer breeze brushed in through your cracked open window you could hear voices from outside. You ignore them, the soft whispers of who you assume was someone simply passing by. “Doll,” the name you recognize and reply to peaks through the opening, sinking into your ears.

You crawl over to the window and sit yourself in front of the glass pane, peering out into the night. Eddie stands there with a few other children of the park, his baggy clothes still not fitting him properly even at 13. “What?” You ask, opening your window more. He gestures for you to come on, waving his hands. “We’re going to sneak out to the arcade, wanna come?” He asks. You glance over at the older kids, they all are at least 12, besides Markus Flinch, the 15 year old who lives with his mom at the front of the trailer park. “My mom would be mad, Eds.” You tell him. He tilts his head, “She doesn’t have to know! Come on!” He steps closer to the window and holds out his hand to you. The familiar scent of smoke and wood hits you. You roll your eyes at the older boy, before holding up your finger to him. “One second.”

You slip on your Mary Janes, the one pair of shoes you begged your mom for and she got you, even though they were a little over priced, before climbing out the window. Eddie helped you onto the ground, placing his hands on your waist and letting you use his body as a safety net.

You climbed onto the back of his bike, gripping his shoulders as he started to peddle. The other kids following after you.

Pulling into the arcade, Eddie stopped his bike and let you hop off, placing the bike into the rakes with the other kids. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, following the older kids in. You all crowded around a couple machines, wasting all the saved quarters you had to save princesses and fight dragons. You slipped away to explore.

Stopping in front of the claw machine, you eyed a stuffed animal, a small cat that was laying down. Eddie spotted you and walked over. “You want the cat?” He asked you, and took your silence as a yes. He shoved in a quarter and did his best to snatch the cat from the pile. It took him a whole two dollars and a “borrowed” quarter from Jimmy Hanker, before he finally dropped the cat into the retrieve hole. He reached down, sticking his arm into the machine and pulled out the stuffed cat before handing it to you. “Here you go, Doll!” He smiles brightly, and you take it, holding the cat to your chest.

The ride home was calm and quiet as everyone was sleepy from the night’s events. Eddie now two dollars poorer, and in debt to Jimmy down the dirt road, but it was worth it to see you smile.

1979

The hot air of late June seeps from the glass of the window as you sat in Eddie’s room, the boy now 14 and you 12. The room had changed a bit since you were younger, a couple more things in the room, more of a mess, and a brand new guitar he got for Christmas sitting in his lap while he strums it carefully. You pan over the girly magazine you brought over from your house, the cute male actors catching your eye. “John Travolta is pretty cute.” You say looking at the picture of him and Olivia Newton-John, dressed as their characters from the newest movie Grease that released last week.

“I thought Rizo was cool, had some attitude.” Eddie chuckles at the thought. You turn around, looking up at him from the floor at the foot of his bed. “Hey Eddie,” you start but stop yourself, turning around back to the floor, “Nevermind.” Eddie tilts his head confused. He sits his guitar down, leaning it against the nightstand before crawling over his bed and leaning over your small seated form.

“What’s up?” He asks. “Nothing, I was just-“ you look up to him, immediately going silent from the way he was so close to you. “I was gonna ask something, but it’s dumb.” Eddie couldn’t help himself from chuckling. “Doll, anything you have to say isn’t dumb.” He reminds you. You feel your cheeks heat up, but you keep your eyes on the magazine in your lap. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” You ask.

Eddie thought for a moment, he had, a girl in his class, Karrie Jones. She was a girl who was dared to kiss him during spin the bottle at Markus’ house, but you didn’t need to know all that.

“I have, why?” You scrunch into yourself. “I was just wondering.” You simply express, turning around to him, finally. You climb onto your knees and prop your elbows onto his bed in front of him, your training bra becoming slightly visible as your shirt gets pulled down a bit. “Have you?” He asks. You shrug, “I mean, no. No one has asked to. All the boys in my grade kinda suck.” Eddie chuckles at your statement. “You don’t have a crush on anyone?” “Not really.” You express. Eddie thinks for a moment.

His eyes scan over your cheeks, which are softly dusted in pink, your lips with the pink colored gloss your mom bought you for your birthday this past year. He wanted you to be his first kiss, but Karrie Jones took that privilege from you. He didn’t like Karrie Jones.

“I could be your first kiss.” The words fumble out of his mouth faster than his brain could process them. He watches your cheeks flush a darker pink tone. “I mean- I didn’t mean to- only if you want me to be“ “Okay.” You stare at him.

You watch the tips of his ears go red, and his brown doe eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting a yes. He thinks for a while, trying to figure out how to go about this. You look up at him more, trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do, if anything.

Eddie leans down and presses a soft peck on your lips before pulling away, his bare shoulders now red. You feel your face and ears go warm. He stares at you for a moment, before pulling away and grabbing his guitar again and starting to play once more, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You turn back to your magazine, a smile now plastered across your face.

1982

The summer sun blares on your skin as Eddie drives down the road, the windows rolled down, letting the wind whip your hair around. The loud metal music blares through the speakers as you shuffle through the other cassette tapes he owns, trying to find the mixtape you made for him last year with a mix of some of your favorite songs. You hear the flick of a lighter and look up at your best friend only to give him a glare.

Eddie lights a cigarette held in his lips, before flicking the lighter closed. “Eddie,” he freezes and glances at you. “What?” He asks, before throwing the lighter on his dashboard. “You know I hate you smoking.” “Yet you still love me.” He smirks at you, a playful glint in his eye, which makes you roll your own.

Your friends in school thought it was weird that your best friend was a junior boy, though it made it worse to them that said boy was Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. You didn’t care, you never have. You enjoyed Eddie’s childish but playful behavior, his quirky manors and flirty nature. His hair has grown out way more than the buzz it used to be since you met him, and honestly he looks great. You would be the first to say it.

He pulls into the driveway of the lake house. It has been abandoned for a few weeks now, since Rick was arrested again. You grab out your bag from the back seat and Eddie unlocks the house, gesturing you to go in. “Ladies first.” “Oh thank you, Eddie the Banished, how kind of thee.” You snicker, carrying your bag into the house. “Of course, my lady, it is my honor to welcome you to my humble abode! Might we enjoy the house?” He smirks. You can’t help but giggle.

You sit curled up on the couch, your feet propped up on Eddie’s lap. Pizza boxes are emptied out on the coffee table as he puts on Halloween. You both groan at the stupid babysitter. “Why does she have to call over her boyfriend? She’s working. And in a horror film!” You gesture to the screen. Eddie laughs at your outburst. “What?” You ask, “the number 1 rule of surviving a horror film is not having sex and she’s totally gonna have sex!” You explain. Eddie smiles and shakes his head.

When the movie ends you glance out towards the lake, it’s dark. “Night swimming?” You look over at your best friend, a cheeky grin on your face. Eddie snickers before agreeing and you both go to your separate rooms to change.

You come out in your mom’s old bathing suit, one she never wore as a teen in 1959 cause it didn’t fit. It’s a red and white polka dotted one piece that haltered around your neck into a bow.

Eddie walks out of his room and stares at you as you stand in the living room, pulling your hair up in a ponytail so it doesn’t get wet.

Eddie can’t help but stare, he’s a horny teenage boy whose best friend is the one person he really wants, so yes, seeing you in a cute swim suit stopped his breathing.

“Ready?” He asks, pulling two beach towels from the closet. You smile at him and nod, securing your hair in your scrunchy.

Eddie leads you out to the water’s edge, sitting the towels out on the shore before quickly running out into the water, making you giggle. “It’s actually pretty warm, I thought it would be colder.” He lowers down into the shallow water. You step into the water only to have your feet feel slightly chilled, but not at all what you thought it would be. Before you can react, Eddie snatches you up and pulls you out deeper into the lake. “Eddie!” You slap his shoulder as he holds you around your hips, holding you against his body. “That’s my name, Doll, don’t wear it out.” He grins from ear to ear, proud of himself.

You glare at him, but your eyes soften when you meet his doe eyes, the soft stare back at you. “You know, it’s kinda weird, I think I’ve brought, what, three other girls out here- hey!” You smack your palm against his head, “You couldn’t pull three different girls, Munson.” He removes one hand from your back and places it against his chest, head tilting back. “You wound me, my lady.” “All in a days work.”

You both swish around in the water for a while, enjoying the extra warmth his body pressed against yours gives you. His hands secure you against him, holding around your waist while you lay your head on his shoulder.

You never feel uncomfortable around Eddie, no matter how you look or feel. He was comfort. The comfort you feel from the scent of his cheap cologne and the stench of cigarettes that comes from him. It all was Eddie. Though he’s changed a lot from that first day in late May, he’s still Eddie, your Eddie. And you love him.

You snuggle your face into his neck, the lake water reaching to your shoulder blades. You feel safe here with Eddie, like no one could touch you.

Eddie was doing his best to stay calm as your nose touches his neck. His hand presses firmly against the small of your back, enjoying your chest press against his own. He felt peaceful, with you stationed in his arms, snuggled into him to radiate more warmth.

“Hey, Doll,” Eddie pulls you both more into the shallow area, making sure he’s able to support you both in the water. You hum in response, but when he doesn’t answer, you sit up and look down at him. He stares at you, eyes unreadable. “What’s up?” You ask. He hesitates for a moment, glancing around the lake as if checking to make sure you’re alone. “Can I kiss you…?” The question lingers in the air for a while, an innocent ask.

You haven’t kissed anyone since Eddie kissed you that one time in his room. You haven’t dated anyone, even held hands with anyone, only Eddie. Yes, you want him to kiss you.

“You can.” You tell him. His eyes glitter as they catch the lamp light at the shore of the lake. He leans in to you, pressing a soft but sweet kiss to your lips. You hesitate a moment before kissing back.

Eddie’s lips are soft, pillowy even. He tastes like tobacco, but something minty lingers on the edge of his breath.

Your lips are squishy and soft too, Eddie notes to himself. A sweet taste, pleasing to him.

You lay your arm around his neck as you allow yourself to sink into the kiss more. Eddie places and hand firmly on the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue to swipe across your lower lip.

You let him pull you both to shore, before laying you down on the ground, your back pressing into the soft dirt, before towering over you and kissing you again. Your legs naturally go around his hips, but he doesn’t lower himself. He keeps his hips elevated but his shoulders and head are lowered to you. When you both pull away, you’re breathless. Eddie stands before giving you a hand to lift you on your feet.

The kiss wasn’t talk about ever again, a lingering dismissal that happened and went. You both went back into the house, and enjoyed the rest of your weekend as two best friends would normally, with movies and board games.

1983

Eddie couldn’t help but notice as a guy started walking you to classes, but not just any guy, Steve “the hair” Harrington. You knew Steve through one of your other friends, but Eddie didn’t know much about the guy.

As he watched you stand in front of your locker, giggling with the guy, he couldn’t help the feeling of his stomach twisting. The undeniable feeling of jealousy.

Why were you talking to other guys? Were you dating him?

Eddie didn’t like the idea of you dating someone else, someone that wasn’t him. He just didn’t. He doesn’t have the courage to ask you out himself, but he doesn’t wanna see you walking around with other guys.

When the end of May rolled over into early June, the weather began to rain a bit more than usual during this time of year.

You always came over to his place when it rained, you both would sit on his couch and watch movies until it stopped. When you were both younger, you would run around in the mud and jump in puddles, but you haven’t been doing that since you got one of your dresses ruined by the mud splashing up.

Today you didn’t come.

Eddie sits outside, in the doorway of his trailer, a cigarette between his lips as the rain hits the concrete under his feet. His front is wet from the rain splashing up but he doesn’t care. The weather is humid and warm, making the rain the same.

He watches a car pull into the trailer park, before parking outside your home. Eddie watches you step out, your face the same as the day your dress got all muddy and ruined. He knows somethings wrong.

Then Steve steps out of the driver’s side.

He reaches out and grabs your arm, trying to pull you back to him, but you pull your arm away. “Come on, (y/n), it was just a joke.” He tries to laugh off the prank his friends pulled on you. “A joke? Steve, they took photos of me changing in your room!” You yell at him.

Steve shrugs, “At least they didn’t post them anywhere.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? What the hell, Steve? Principals? Morals? The law? I’m a minor, Steve!” “So are we! It was just some fun, I’ll tell them to trash them, it’s not that big of a deal, (y/n)!”

The brunette tries to pull you in by your waist but you shove him away, walking towards your front door. “No, Steve. Because it’s basic respect! It’s everything!” You whip around to face him, his face not even looking hurt.

“I’m done. We’re done. God, Steve,” you look away from him, “I can’t believe I’ve dated you for so long only to realize now that you don’t respect me.”

You laugh at yourself, completely shocked at your own stupidity. You were blinded by infatuation, but now you see clearly. “Just, we’re done. Go home, Harrington.” You shove your door open and make it inside, slamming it shut in your now-ex’s face.

You lock it, and finally breath. You press your back to the door as your hair drips water onto the vinyl tile beneath you. You hear the car door open and slam shut, the rush of rain hitting the metal of the hood. It starts, and you hear the gravel crunch under the tires as Steve Harrington leaves, out of your life.

You feel almost relief. As if this huge burden was pulling you done for the past 4 months. You stand in the dark of your house, breathing, your chest rising and falling to a normal pace.

Stepping into your room after a couple minutes, you flick on the nightstand light, before throwing yourself into your desk chair. You look up at your ceiling. You should be crying, that’s the normal response to a break up right? But you can’t, you don’t feel sad.

A tap comes from your window and you peer up at it to see the long haired dork you call your best friend. You walk over, opening the window and pulling the metal head into your room. “You could have used the door, Eds.” You tell him, giggling as he shakes his head like a dog, hair soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside. “Yeah, but that’s not nearly as fun.” He smiles at you.

You gesture him to follow you to your bathroom, which he happily obeys, Reeboks leaving a wet print in the carpet of your room.

You lead him into the bathroom and sit him down on the toilet lid, pulling out a towel. “So why was Harrington here?” He asks. You run the towel through his hair, raising your brow. “You spying on me, Munson?” He tilts his head back to look at you, doe eyes soft and glittering from the bare light bulbs above your mirror. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” You roll your eyes at his statement.

Eddie has always been protective of you, you knew that. Ever since your first day of third grade and some girl made fun of your dress. Eddie made it seem like your clothes were cool, being he was older, kids listened. He was always there when you felt down, felt insecure, he was the boy who asked to be your first kiss, and honestly you hope he will be your last.

But that’s just a daydream, a flicker of imagination in your mind, tainting your reality.

Pulling out your hairdryer, you give him a quick blowdown, ruffling his hair. Eddie always enjoyed these moments, you pampering him, treating him almost like a child. He could see you doing it to your own kids in the future, their dark curls flipping around from the burst of air the dryer let out.

But that’s just a daydream of his. A flicker of imagination in his mind, tainting his reality.

You finish and unplug the hair tool, before pulling him back to your room. Eddie immediately walks over to your dresser, opening the bottom right drawer, his drawer. A few pairs of extra boxers, some pants, jeans and sweats, and a couple old band tees lie inside. He pulls out an old tee, a band he hadn’t listened to since freshman year.

He removes his soaked one and replaces it. It smells like you, soft daisy and honey, a hint of orange, and the plush warmth of something deeper, some kind of wood. But it was you. You’ve worn this shirt, and he could tell. He watched as you tugged a large tee over your own head, another shirt he recognized as his own, though the image was faded from multiple washes.

After throwing on some sweats, he lays down across your bed and you join him, leaning back against his shoulder. Your shorts scrunch at your thighs, lifting to show your entire leg. He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles over your soft skin. “Ed,” you look up at him and he hums in response. “Can I kiss you…?”

Eddie freezes at the question and looks down at you, a small smile forms on his face. “Only if you want to, Doll.” He places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his fingers down across your jaw before tipping your chin up. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips and you instantly lean into him more.

Your hand places onto his chest, softly pushing him down before throwing your leg across his lap, straddling him. Eddie hums into the kiss, gripping your thighs and leaning forward against your pressure on his chest. He kisses you sloppily, licking your bottom lip and you let him, opening your mouth slightly. His tongue fights yours, and your hands grip firmly at his shoulders when his move to your lower back, pulling you closer.

He pulls away finally, you both panting as your foreheads press together. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me, Doll.” He chuckles softly, making you giggle. “Eddie,” you throw your arms around his neck and give his cheek a soft peck, “do all men suck…?” Your voice sounds sad, but your face appears relaxed. Eddie thinks for a moment.

“Do I suck?” He questions back, eyes widening, anticipating your answer. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Fair point, Munson.” You lay your head onto his shoulder and he leans his head against yours, placing soft kisses on your cheek and forehead as you doze off.

1986

You’re in the Upside Down, Eddie and Dustin pressed to your back. The bats outside bang on the walls and roof of Eddie’s trailer. “I think it’s time to scoot.” You tell them. Eddie nods and you all move towards the makeshift rope from earlier.

You let Dustin climb up first as the banging becomes harder. Your heart races as you watch Dustin drop onto Eddie’s mattress. “Ed,” you look over at him. He’s staring at the door of the trailer, “Ed.” You call out again, making him turn to you. “Come on,” you tell him, hand on the rope. “You first.” He steps closer. You stare at him, time practically stopping. “You’re- you’re gonna be right behind me right?” You ask him. He nods. “Guys, come on!” Dustin calls out.

You climb up the rope, fear pulling at your heart. You drop down and take Dustin’s hand to get to your feet. “Come on, Eddie!” Dustin yells. Eddie stands on the other side of the gate staring at you. “Eddie,” you simply say. “I’m sorry.”

He cuts the rope.

Your heart stops. As he runs out of view you feel the world stop around you, everything in slow motion. You can’t loose him. You refuse to. He’s everything to you. He’s all you’ve wanted since you can remember.

“(Y/n)!” Dustin calls out your name. You look over at the freshman as he moves a chair on top of the mattress. You quickly step up and pull yourself through the gate, Dustin helping to push you through. He follows after you but you don’t wait.

You bust through the trailer door and see your best friend on the ground, the demobats biting at his stomach, chest, everywhere they can. You grab anything you can get your hands on, which seems to be a bat on the ground by the trailer, and begin swatting at them, knocking them off of his tattered body.

Dustin runs out and begins helping you, but before long they all fall to the ground, you run over to Eddie as he breaths heavily, he’s coughing. “Doll?” He speaks out as you quickly fall to his side, pulling his head onto your lap. “Right here, Eds, you’re gonna be ok.” You fumble out your words tears coming out of your eyes. “I didn’t run away this time.” Eddie smiles, Dustin stares at his body, eyes wide and worried. “No, no you didn’t, Eddie. You did really good.” Your voice is cracking, every emotion that has been hidden away for years now being pulled forward.

“You have to leave, get out of here.” Eddie chokes out. “No, I’m not leaving you, Eddie. I can’t-” Eddie lifts his hand and he smiles at you. “You know whats really stupid?” You let your tears fall down your face. “I did this without ever telling you.”

You stare at him confused, forehead crinkling. “Tell me what, Eds?” You run your fingers over his cheek. His smile grows, “I love you, (y/n). I’ve loved you forever.” He coughs a bit leaning into your touch. “I-“ You hesitate, taken aback by his sudden declaration of love. “You fucking idiot.” You cry harder, tears dripping down on his cheeks. “God, why are you so fucking stupid…?” He chuckles, which turns into a cough. “(Y/n), please go…” His eyes flutter closed and your heart stops.

“Eds..? No. No no no no, Eddie!?” You pay your palms against his cheeks, “Please, no, no no. Wake up. Come on, Eds, don’t die on me!” You quickly get to your feet, pulling his shoulders off the dirt and to your chest, you look over at Dustin. “(Y/n), what are you doing…?” “I can’t leave him, Dustin. I refuse! We need to get him to a hospital!” Dustin stands there, shock and fear stopping him from moving.

“Dustin!!” You yell at him and he quickly reacts, grabbing at Eddie’s feet.

You sit in the hospital room, the sun of a new day shinning in through the curtains. It’s been a week since the events of the Upside Down. Eddie has been unconscious but alive, laying in the hospital bed in front of you. He’s been proven innocent, the old lab workers covering up the accident of the Upside Down.

You stare out the window, your body still weak from the events of that night. “Doll…?” The voice catches you off guard, whipping your head around you look towards the bed. “Eddie…?” You stand quickly, moving over to be by him. He smiles at you, happy to see you are ok. “Am I dreaming…?” He asks. Your eyes water, tears slowly falling down your cheeks, “No, Eds, I’m here. I’m right here. We’re ok, Dustin and I pulled you out.” You grip his hand happy to hear his voice again, happy to see him awake again.

He grips your hand tightly, “hey, it’s ok. I’m ok.” He smiles at you, making you laugh a bit. “I’m supposed to be saying that, Eds, you’re the one in a hospital bed.” Eddie stares at you, his brown doe eyes soft as he smiles up at you. “Eddie,” you cup his cheek, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back, bringing his free hand up to your cheek. “What was that for…?” You smile pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I should have told you that so long ago. I’ve loved you since when I was 11 and you won me that cat plush from the claw machine, loved you when you gave me my first kiss all those years ago. Hell, I loved you when we were in that lake at night, and you held me so close to you. God, why didn’t I tell you soon?” You cry, tears streaming down your face.

He grins at you, teeth showing, “I love you, (y/n), so much. God, never let me do something like that again. Could’ve died and never had this moment.” He laughs, and you do too. You give him another kiss, this time letting it last longer.

“I’ll go get the doctor now, let them know you’re awake.” You smile and pull away from him.

Eddie stays in the hospital for another couple of days after waking up, for checkups and tests. You finally become his girlfriend after years of being best friends.

As much as your world was turned upside down within the last month, being able to call him yours, finally, made it all worth it. You’d fight a thousand more demobats to be able to go back in time and live every moment of your life with him again. Because finally, after so long, you knew how much you both loved each other. It was all gonna be ok.

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[iwonderwh0]

Vampire/Hunter AU snippet. Short summary: vampire Markus and hunter Connor are just shamelessly flirting about to bone

I'm a bit late for @rk1k-prompt-week or actually just in time for day 5 with favourite AU

"What is this for?"

Markus looks at the knife strapped to Connor's right thigh.

"Protection," Connor responds, trying to keep his face straight.

Unable to help it, Markus extends his hand in the direction of the knife, curious.

"No, don't-" Connor tries to say, shifting away as Markus reaches it. Swiftly, he withdraws with a hiss.

Silver.

Their eyes meet.

"Protection," Markus rises an eyebrow, and Connor nods, pressing his hands over his mouth, muffling an involuntary laugh.

Markus eyes him for another second, then rises away from the bed, walks to the bedside table and pulls something from one of the drawers.

"Can I propose an exchange?"

He is holding a condom.

Nodding, Connor unstraps the knife from his leg and hands it to Markus. He carefully takes it by the belt and places it on the bedside table. The sight of it captivates him for another moment with a question.

"Are you carrying more with you?" he asks when he gets back to the bed. At that point he already had Connor's gun and now also a knife, taken away and set aside, but the question of whether Connor could carry something else remained.

Connor tilts his head, weighting his answer.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. Maybe you're hiding a clove of garlic garlic in your sock or something."

"Is that something you think I would do?" Connor laughs.

"Well, that's what I see," Markus nods to the knife on the bed table.

"Well," Connor hooks a leg around Markus's back and draws him closer almost making him fall, "in this case I invite you to search up for yourself."

Markus lifts himself back up and throws an evaluating glance at Connor's clothes.

"If you insist," he says.

"I do, actually," Connor says as Markus starts with his shirt from waist up, "For your own safety."

He unbuttons the top of Connor's shirt and in a few more buttons finds small cross on his neck.

"Is this also for protection?" Markus asks, smirking.

"Want me to take it off?"

"Unless you're hiding a needle inside I don't really care."

Connor hums in acknowledgment, then takes the cross off and throws it next to the knife on the bedside table.

"You do?" amused, Markus almost reaches to inspect it when Connor suppresses his attempt by pulling him back closer with his leg.

"No. But it's silver. I don't want to accidentally burn you."

"Oh, you don't need silver for that," Markus draws his hand across the bare skin of Connor's torso, delighted at the sight of him leaning into it. He wonders if he'd be leaning into his touch no matter where his hands end up when the pressure around his back tightens. Connor suddenly hooks both of his legs around him and pulls.

"My turn."

Before Markus can even to realize it, Connor swiftly turns him around, and the next moment he finds himself lying on his back with Connor leaning over him, white shirt still half unbuttoned.

Markus opens his mouth but doesn't find what to say, stunned.

"Are you carrying anything?" Connor looks him up and down. Without waiting for a response his hands start working their way around Markus's shirt, rushing to take it out but as he unbuttons the last buttons he stops. Something changes in his stare, and for a moment Markus wonders. A cold feeling envelopes his chest. What if he just made a mistake?

He thinks about the knife laying right next to them on the table, just within the reach of a hand. Just close enough for Connor to grab and put to use. He should have put it into the drawer, Markus thinks, it's too late for that now.

Pale palm rests on his chest, hesitant. Could it sense Markus's heart skipping a beat in that moment of contact?

He allowed Connor to get so close, then personally invited him over to get even closer, and now he was exposed, entirely at his mercy. With no one to blame but himself.

Was Connor thinking the same thing? Is he considering it?

Markus watches his hands closely for sudden movements when Connor sighs.

"I want you," he says in a near whisper.

"Dead or alive?" Markus blurts out, unable to help himself.

Connor smirks. He leans down and studies Markus's face closely for a few seconds before closing the distance with a kiss.

"Undead."

And in that moment Markus realises, Connor doesn't want to kill him. No, not now, at least. He wants to fuck him. Markus has never been so glad to be wrong.

"What's here?"

As Connor tries to pull the shirt completely off Markus, he palms the bump of its chest pocket and frowns. He looks at Markus but he just smiles at the question, too lost in his thoughts to answer it in time. Impatient, Connor slides his hand inside, and the next moment takes a pair of folded sunglasses out. Watching him, Markus draws in some air for a late answer, but just exhales with a laugh as he thinks of another response instead. Connor sets the glasses to bedside table next to other items and looks back to Markus, surprised. Markus struggles to take another full breath, then meets Connor's eyes and says.

"Protection."

They both laugh. Connor bends down to anchor his head against Markus's shoulder, and Markus's hand brushes the surface of dark hair. He can get used to that, he thinks when hot air of human's breath against the skin of his neck strikes his attention as almost burning. How coud he forget how warm people get?

"Trying to bite me or something?" he asks jokingly, one hand sliding under the shirt and finding its way up the spine to rest between Connor's shoulder blades, enjoying its warmth.

"If I could I would have done it already," he says.

"Connor, who told you that you can't?"

Connor tenses under Markus's touch, thinking about it, then shift position a little and carefully nibbles at his shoulder. It doesn't hurt. if anything it feels ticklish. Markus almost laughs. He shouldn't have suggested it, he thinks.

"That's not how you do that."

Markus shifts his hands for better reach and pulls Connor closer. He stiffens in his grasp and for a moment almost rushes away before freezing completely motionless when Markus plants a kiss on his neck. He sighs loudly. Then shivers and melts into it. Markus thinks that Connor could have probably reach the knife and stab him the moment he reached for his neck without warning. Bitterly, he realises that he would even consider it reasonable – after all, that's how it actually looked like.

He didn't, though. Instead Connor just froze and did nothing. He could have bitten him, Markus thinks, and he wouldn't even move.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"What for?" Connor hums, suddenly out of breath.

I scared you, Markus doesn't say.

"You're into that," Markus says instead.

"Guilty," Connor sighs.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh markus #vampire au #rk1k #i can't write for shit #but I tried #rk1kpromptweek

[marcusrobertobaq]

I hope people know Markus and Connor(s) were made to act more natural and develop attachment to their colleagues/mentors/superiors, this include:

Learning traits faster;

Getting loose and natural movements faster;

Natural conversation skills;

Discovering personal likings;

Showing emotions in a convincing way (or even feeling in a way);

Developing their own personality;

Going beyond what they think they can do;

So, if u see a Connor suddenly going "i guess i like this thing" without sounding like a poser, monologuing with a gun pointed at your head and a Markus admiring the landscape or painting something he says "wasn't programmed" for, don't worry. They're not deviants...yet xD

I got a theory CyberLife is testing a way to make the android like 'em superior so much they won't feel like going out of the cage and are extremely loyal. It's so much trust they believe 'em handlers got 'em backs and the real world is make 'em happy. But they don't see as masters in the sense we know. They see 'em as friends, mentors, trusted colleagues and even parental figures - that's the thing. Is kinda like a choice stay this way (common androids ain't supposed to have choices) but at the same time they kinda don't know other options exist (depending of what 'em handler shows 'em) or consider it something really bad and it becomes a personal aversion.

It's a good way of manipulation when u got an autonomous android like these RKs. Their only leash is direct orders (the red wall) and they won't feel like breaking if they're loyal and attached. (C'mon, they got a little too much freedom, but they ain't gotta know that 😉) And to break it you gotta be on the crossroads (priority conflict - when things doesn't match) a couple of times deciding going against established priorities.

Well, all this can go really wrong if your handler suddenly dies or cut ties with you (temporarily) or u develop attachment for the wrong person and this person begin to invert your default priorities constantly causing internal conflict and doubts. Y'all know what I'm talkin' about. Life's a bitch 🤷🏾‍♂️ 🤣

Summary of my rambling:

Being conflicted, having feelings for someone, showing natural human behavior doesn't mean a RK is deviant (unless it breaks a direct order);

Markus probably got less difficulty to get instability than Connor - not cuz Connor got more defenses but cuz Connor got more programmed responses for specific situations;

Android deviancy is inevitable if the box is to small and limited. Blame it on CyberLife, they knew it was coming. The Connor marks are the proof: they got backup plans for deviancy (like the resume control shit) but they're all short-term methods;

I don't fucking know what this game says about all this. It's all theory and hc.

#dbh #detroit become human #connor rk800 #markus rk200 #dbh my ideas #dbh observation list

[twoheartswrites]

Hii could you write a Markus x human reader please, could you write about how the reader helps the androids by giving them blue blood and parts their missing and Markus falls in love with him? Please and thank you 😊

Blue Blood Cargo

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

(FTM Friendly) Male reader x Markus

Fluff/Medium Fic

DBH

It's dark in this sewer hall, I'm sweating, and the only thing keeping me from stabbing myself with a misplaced pole is a shitty flashlight. But I know I'll be fine since I have Simon and North with me. It isn't long before I finally reach Jericho.

I place my hands on the rusty wheel, placing a good grip on it before turning it with all I've got. The door rewards me by opening with a loud creak, and I hear someone shout: "The new cargo is here!"

The deviants all turn to look at us as we enter in, and they all look so hopeful. The more I've been visiting and bringing in Cargo with a small group of other [human] people, the happier I've seen these androids become.

We place the boxes down, even going back to the hall to bring the leftovers. The boxes were filled with limbs and blue blood, some resources I got from a couple friends who work in the android industry.

"[Name], you're back"

I look over to the voice behind me I could never mistake, Markus's. Markus walks up to me with a proud look, pulling me in for a tight hug. He smells nice, and seemingly has been taking care of himself a little more. All I hoped was that he wouldn't notice my heart beating a little too quick.

"Of course I'm back, I'm your Blue Blood Angel" I joke, giving him a tight squeeze in the hug before pulling away. Markus hums lightly before looking over to the boxes to find the variety of limbs, scanning them to see if they were in appropriate states. I sigh, placing my hand onto his shoulder and direct him over to me

"Markus, you need to relax a little and trust me. I've got early cargo coming this way in two days, and then everything goes back to schedule. One visit of cargo per week. You're building each other up again slowly, but we have to be patient before making any dire actions of rebellion" I explain. I see his eyes soften for a second, as if he truly did calm down while looking at me, and it took me so much to not just kiss him right then and there.

The moment is cut short as North chuckles softly and mutters out loud enough for us to hear "Markus? Relax? Might wanna explain that to him."

Markus huffs at North's comment, crossing his arms and looks away from the shipment. He knows it's true, and the rebellion is always on his mind, but never like this. His led turns yellow and for a moment it blips to red before going back to yellow, and now I know something just isn't right.

"Can we talk? In private?" I asked.

--------

The roof was the perfect spot. The beautiful view of the city, the sounds of the city that I grew up in still as calming as ever. But it didn't keep me calm now, not with Markus stressed like this.

"Is something wrong? Did news come about Jericho?" I asked, concerned if maybe something or someone has blown our cover. Markus shook his head, his eyes avoiding mine as we stood in front of each. I can't help but think-

"Did I do something wrong?"

Markus's panics, eyes quickly on me again.

"No no, of course not. You're discrete, you go along with the plans, you're perfect- I just. I'm trying to find the words here" He explains. We stand there again in silence, and I feel calmer now knowing that it's not me who did something.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, [Name]?" Markus asks softly.

"What?"

He purses his lips- "Are you sure you want to keep doing this for us? The cargo, the running, leading with me?"

"Of course I am!" I exclaim, "You guys need this. I'm not going to just drop everything all of a sudden when I know that you guys are suffering. Plus there's thousands of more Androids in hiding and/or in suffering because of this... entire situation! I want to help you"

"But you could get hurt" Markus replies "What if the police catch onto you? What if you get caught in general on your way back?"

"I'm already deep into this, Markus. If I get hurt, or someone catches me, then someone can bail me out or something" I say. The thought of going to jail or getting hurt over this is scary, and Markus knows that, but I can't just back out now.

"[Name]-"

"And so what if I get hurt? Or caught? You guys are already close enough to start spreading the word now, we're so close, Markus"

"So what if you get hurt?" Markus snaps, "[Name], the last thing I need is you getting hurt"

"I'm not the only one sending in Cargo, you have Michael and R-"

"They aren't you, [Name]. I need you."

...We both pause in the moment. It felt like a confession, but we both realized his slip up. Markus doesn't back down though, he keeps going.

"Yeah. I need you, okay? Not because you're just some blue blood and limb mailman, but because I..." He takes a deep breath, his hands fidgeting with his jacket, "Because I love you. I need you safe and alive, and doing this entire thing can lead to you injuring yourself-- or worse. And the thought of it happening to you just makes me feel dread, so please, [Name]. I just, need you to be more careful out there"

His hand softly slips onto mine, locking our hands together as he leans his face closer towards mine. Slowly and carefully, we kiss. I feel his free hand on my waist as if he wants me closer, but we both know it's too soon. So we break and press our foreheads together, eyes looking into one another.

"...I love you too, Markus. And I'm going to stand beside you in this fight, no matter what" I start, "But I promise I'll be careful too, for you"

#Markus DBH #Markus #x male reader #male reader #x m reader #m reader #gay #dbh #Detroit become humans #detroit become human #ftm reader #x ftm reader #&.TwoHeartsWrites

[cherry-dr0p]

Can they meet other characters? Like ocs??

OCS YOU SAY??? >:3

Little do you know, I've created a whole AU(?) in my head where the crew accidentally ends up in my OC's universe, and this just gives me an excuse to share it

I've heard like,, 2 people wanted me to draw my OCs meeting the Shinsei-Maru crew (excuse me if I got that name wrong) but buckle in! Because I have a hell of a bunch of things to say

So, the AU starts off with a boat trip gone wrong. How about the crew accidentally end up in a whirlpool of some description? I unno something along those lines. They believe they're gone for good until after their demise, where they wake up in a strange world that isnt their own.

Andrew Blyth + Kenji Noda

The first two that meet are the two smartasses, Kenji and Andrew (Also his children - Amarisa and Dion). Kenji wakes up in a bed that isn't his own. He is confused until he sees two children staring at him - ones he doesn't know. Before he gets a chance to speak, the children beckon over presumably their father - a blonde angel. He doesn't look as if hes from this time frame, with a rather old timey-esque outfit. The first thing Kenji notices is that he's surrounded by a bunch of angels, which would understandably startle him. However, as they eventually calm the panicked human down, they begin to talk. To keep it short, they realise a couple of things.

1. Kenji and Andrew seem to have quite a few things in common

2. Kenji ended up in a strange world, and expresses concern about his friends. Seeing as Andrew's occupation consists of studying alternate universes, he reassures Kenji that it's likely they ended up elsewhere.

From then, Kenji is determined to find his friends.

Markus/Mazzul + Koichi Shikishima [+ Akiko]

I haven't exactly decided how Akiko ends up there, but I would like I think Shikishima, Akiko, Markus(the angel) and Mazzul(the goat demon) should all meet. Of course, Like Kenji, upon first waking up in a strange place and seeing supernatural beings like these two, with Akiko in hand, he freaks out. Unlike Kenji who is just heavily concerned, Shikishima is terrified (which notably makes Akiko terrified too, seeing her father fearing for his life). Both Markus and Mazzul reassures Koichi that they aren't going to harm him, despite it being Mazzul's job (Mazzul isn't that interested in collecting human souls since they're more fragile in my universe). As so, they begin to speak with the angel and demon asking about Akiko, where they are and where Koichi came from etc. It's also revealed that Mazzul and Markus were once both in the war as American Soldiers, which concerns Koichi but hey, the war is over. Koichi begins to lightly mention the same thing about him ending up somewhere and his friends being elsewhere. Despite Mazzul's hesitation, Markus suggests they should go look for them. Koichi is eager and despite Mazzul's reluctance due to how dangerous it might be, with Mazzul having a theory of where he could be, he agrees to follow along. But only to stick by Markus and make sure he doesn't get harmed.

Sam Blyth + Shirō Mizushima

Next up, Shiro and Sam. Now, when Shiro first meets Sam, it's Sam who is rather scared. Sam hates meeting new people as the idea terrifies them, but Shiro's goal is to reassure Sam that he isn't a threat, in which he manages. Sam begin to quietly question Shiro on how a random human ended up in their house, and he, of course, explains. Afterwards, Sam suggests that his friends might be around and-- you get the idea. However, Id say throughout their journey, they become best friends :3 I mean,, they are both quite a bit younger than their peers and is seemed weak, but is quickly thought to be underestimated. They bond quite a bit, and seem to get along together really well.

Discord Holloway + Yōji Akitsu

Imagine waking up in a random castle locked up by a demon, just to find that when he's not working, he is very immature and talks a lot compared to when he's working where he's actually terrifying? Thats where Akitsu has ended up at least. Unlike the others, he doesn't have the sort of luck they did. Discord immediately sees him as an intruder and locks him up (It's also extra fun when he's a human, as theyre less likely to successfully fight back. Discord's opinion, not mine :<). He thinks he's going to be in danger but instead, the demon just talk a LOT. Which is arguably worse than death in Akitsu's eyes.

Anyways yada yada they all meet up, heartfelt moment, they find out Akitsu's with Discord, they save the day and get them out safely and Andrew takes them back home, yknow, the cliche stuff. I dont have much to say about this part.

However, it's definitely an experience they'd remember.

Anyways, that's that! Thank you so much for the ask :3 Ive spent 3 days on this and had lots of fun making it :O

It was an awesome way to introduce my OCs to my Tumblr acc too.

[chin-chilla-7]

👋

-Can I request a fic for Connor Rk800 x human reader, with maybe a hint of angst where Connor has a series of nightmares about before he a was a deviant and all the horrible things he did and in his process of waking up reader also wakes up and sings him back to sleep.

-if you need a song, the song Markus sings in that one ending, Hold On A Little While Longer, I think it's called.

Hey there! Thanks so much for this request! It took me a couple days to get to it so thank you for your patience! Let’s get into it!

Ghosts of Our Past

Pairing: Connor x Reader Summary: Connor is still getting used to deviancy. And with deviancy comes feelings he’s never had to experience before. Luckily, he has someone to help him figure them all out. Words: 1.3k Warnings: None for this! 

There was a lot of newness that came with being a deviant. The biggest thing, Connor noticed, was emotions - or, what he could assume to be the equivalent. There was often a tightness or strained feeling in his chest whenever he watched as other deviants took effort to avoid him. The nervous glances that were sent his way when they noticed he was nearby. It was a feeling that grew overwhelmingly difficult to ignore.

Connor quickly learned what guilt was.

It was hard to ignore. He knew that many other androids still saw him as a “deviant-hunter” despite Connor no longer following his programming. It made him feel like an outsider with the other androids, and how was he supposed to fit in with humans? It felt like Connor had nowhere to turn to.

That is, until he met you. It sounded like a fairy tale, and Connor knows they aren’t real, but that’s how it felt to him. It felt that finally someone saw him for him, and not what he was known for before the revolution. It felt like he could move on from what he was made for, to pursue this new aspiration in life.

So, he never told you much about his past. Not from his perspective, at least. You knew more or less what had happened during the time of the revolution, but only what was shared on the news. You knew Connor was a detective-type robot - only of his kind, as far as you knew, and that he was involved with the revolution to some degree. You never had specifics. And Connor never really told them to you. You didn’t mind, though. To you, there wasn’t really a need to know. The Connor you know now is loyal, considerate, a little goofy, and kind. You were glad the two of you met, so it seemed like a no brainer when the two of you became close like you were.

When Connor first started spending nights over at your house, you noticed that he often remained on for a majority of the night. Or, at least, you would leave him in the living room to go to bed only to wake up in the morning to see him already making you breakfast. You knew he was an android, but androids needed rest, too, right?

Even when you managed to convince him to spend the night in your bed, you didn’t think he slept - or, the android version of sleeping - and it was something that you couldn’t quite let go of. So, you brought yourself up to ask.

“Do you sleep?”

Connor seems a little startled by the question. The two of you were in bed together, Connor laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. He turned his head to you.

“I- No?” he answered, a slight furrow in his brow. “I’m an android, we don’t do that-”

“Right, but you gotta recharge power somehow, isn’t that your sleep?” You continued, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“Correct, but-”

“So you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Go into recharge mode and sleep?”

Connor was quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I have a recharge mode. Two, actually: one is short, about an hour and a half. I do that one most often. It’s efficient. The other, though, lasts about the time of a person’s REM cycle.”

You hummed in understanding. “Then why don’t you do the second one?”

“I told you: the shorter one is efficient. And it gives me sufficient power. I don’t need to use the longer one.”

There was something about Connor’s answer that left you unconvinced. He got a similar way whenever you asked him about the revolution. You nod, pretending to take a moment to think.

“Well… could you do the long one for me tonight?”

“Why?”

“Why do I want my boyfriend to sleep the same length I do? Because I like when you’re here when I wake up,” as you answered, you moved closer to Connor, wrapping your arms around his waist. “And as nice as it is to have breakfast ready in the morning, I like it when I’m still in my boyfriend’s arms when I wake up.”

There was a moment of hesitation before Connor returned your hold, wrapping his arms around you. “All right,” he said softly, “I’ll do it for tonight.”

“Thank you,” you answered, matching Connor’s volume. There was a smile on your face as you fell asleep holding him.

At some point in the middle of the night, you felt yourself being tousled around in your sleep. You grumble into wokeness, realizing Connor was in the middle of sporadic movements beside you. His LED flashing between yellow and red. Any tiredness you feel gone in seconds as you sit up. “Whoa, Connor? Connor! What’s going on? Stop! Wake up!” you called, not sure how this long recharge cycle worked. Could it be interrupted?

There’s panic in your voice as you continue to call for Connor to gain consciousness, reaching over to see if there’s anything for you to push on him to get him to stop. You go through different phrases that may snap him out of it. Finally, by saying “stop recharge cycle”, you seemed to find the solution.

Connor stilled, sitting up quickly. His LED still spun yellow, occasionally flashing red. He looked to you, seemingly shaken up.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice not as strong as it usually was.

“I was hoping you could tell me,” you answered, reaching to rest a hand on his shoulder. “You started spazzing out and your LED was red and I didn’t know what was happening.”

Connor held your gaze, his lips in a tight frown. “I, yeah- I’m sorry for scaring you-”

“It’s okay, but what happened?”

Connor didn’t answer you for a moment. He pulled away from your hand, turning away from you.

“Connor, you can talk to me.”

And there it was. The thing that made Connor fall for you in the first place. No matter what, you were there for Connor to go to. Nothing he could do, you would judge, it felt like. It made him feel so safe, and he didn’t want that taken away.

“I just- I-” Instead of trying to continue, Connor stopped himself, taking a breath. He had seen humans do it, maybe it would do him some good, too. He turned back to you. “The reason I don’t like to go into the deep recharge mode is that it processes memories. It processes events that have happened. Things androids have done, so that they can learn and be even more ready for the next day. And I don’t- I guess I don’t like what I see when I have to remember.”

By the end of his explanation, Connor’s voice was only above a whisper. It broke your heart. You reached out to him again, resting a hand on his arm.

“Hey, whoever you were then? Whatever you had to do? It’s not who you are now, remember that.”

“I know that, but-”

“No, you don’t know that. You think you know that, but you don’t. The Connor I know. The Connor you try to be every day is not the Connor you used to be, right? Think about how you were back then? Think about what you did. You wouldn’t do it again, would you? You wouldn’t do it again because it’s not who you are anymore, and you have to forgive yourself of that. You may not be able to change what you did, but you can change what you do now. And what you’re doing now is enough. You need to think that yourself.”

Connor watched you as you spoke, tears forming in his eyes. He didn’t even know he had this capacity. He nodded along, his hand coming to rest upon yours. “Thank you,” he whispered again, giving your hand a squeeze.

You nodded, a soft smile on your face. “Of course, anytime. Now, let’s get some sleep, shall we?”

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

#detroit become human #dbh #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #connor x reader #fic #my writing

[lpsgirl109]

INFO DUMP ABOUT X MEN OC SBN OW

AAAAAAAA OKOK

This is gonna be just the most basic rundown of all of them cause there's many and if I went in detail about them we'd be here forever

Alkali Ashford

Alkali was my first x men OC. Her ability is turning into dinosaurs. In her regular form, she has stripes and a tail, so she needs one of the camouflage watch things. She's besties with Kurt, but her arc is sort of opposite to his in the sense that while he wants to fit in and hide who he is, she wants to stand out and let the world know who she is. She's very fun I love her. Also fun fact this is the character that got me in trouble in that one rp server I mentioned a few nights ago, where they yelled at me because they decided shapeshifters aren't allowed only after I submitted her. They hate her because she's too swag for them to handle

Milo

This guy and the next character are basically recycled versions of ooold old OCs of mine. Milo has two water serpent things that he can control. He starts out kinda scared of them because, unlucky for him he has a fear of water due to almost drowning as a child. But overtime he learns to appreciate them

Marigold

Other aforementioned old recycled OC. Her mutation is physical in the sense that she has cat ears and angel wings, so she also needs a camouflage watch. However unlike Kurt and Alkali, she never really faced a lot of discrimination growing up because her mutation is considered beautiful by most (There's lots of angel devil comparisons with Marigold and Kurt it's so fun it's so fun). She's known Milo since they were kids because she is the one who saved him from drowning. They're dating now. Ew romance

Peter Maximoff

"Peg that's not an OC" yeah so I made an Evo version of Peter because I was STUPIDLY obsessed with this man in like 2021 idk what was wrong with me. Anyway he's the twins' half brother and I have yet to figure out what happened between Erik and his mom. He has a really dumb rivalry with Pietro its so funny

Ezekiel

Or Zeke for short. His thing is seeing and talking to ghosts. Lance recruits him to the Brotherhood for all of two seconds before Zeke befriends Kurt and jumps over to the X Men instead. He also dates Kurt later so i can live in my RogueKitty delusions but shhh

Indigo

These next few are part of the new mutant squad. Indigo's power is bringing drawings to life and she has a fun sibling relationship with Peter. They're also a little bit Too wiling to commit murder

Niko

Also a recycled old OC. He has a snake that sticks out of his back. Not much more to him yet, he just has a snake

Ozzy

Cool guy who turns into a fish person when in the water. May or may not have been inspired by Luca. Also for anyone who knows my habit of making Harry Osborn inspired OCs and naming them Ozzi. This guy is not one of the Harry clones, he came way before the raimi fixation attacked me and dragged me to hell

Markus Lang

Member of the X Men and one of the mentors alongside Ororo and Logan. He can turn into a dragon. He might end up dating Logan idk I think they'd be silly together

Gwen Ashford

Alkali's adopted younger sister who has rock powers. She's part of The Brotherhood and she is an absolute menace to society

Wyatt Elsher

This guy is able to turn into like a goop furry thing and I'm being so honest to god I based him off the fucking Transfur Outbreak game on roblox. Embarrassing. Anyway he was childhood friends with Marigold and lived in her old neighborhood, and I imagine initially his mutation was just becoming some sort of werewolf thing. Then he got sent to this lab place that claimed they'd 'cure' him but ended up fucking him up. So now he's goop. He also joins the Brotherhood and has a rivalry with Marigold

Harper

Regular ass human girl who Alkali meets at a party and falls head over heels in love with her. She also sort of adopts Kurt into her friend group after the mutants get exposed, seeing he's alone now and wanting to help him. She does guess he's also a mutant, but she's fine with it

Thats all of em!! It's entirely possible I'll make more soon, but this is who I got right now. I also have like the crumbs of a fic for these guys on wattpad but it has like one chapter that was written in 2021 and also features very shitty old art. If yall want it though I'll link it. I do plan on working on it again eventually

#x men #x men evolution #x men oc #x men evolution oc #oc #original character #marvel oc #peg speaks

[sevdrag]

Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Cole Anderson, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Josh (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Alive Cole Anderson, Elephants, gratuitous use of recipes and colors as a metaphor, with credit to my own family recipes, Awkward Connor, Cole Swears Sometimes, ...Cole Swears A Lot, this fic became The Cole Story Starring Cole, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, What is humanity?, fucking david cage's hamfisted clumsy 'borrowed' metaphors and bullshit, it should be clear i dont know how to bake, i am a chef not a baker, Brandy - Freeform, Eventual Smut Summary:

After the car accident that nearly killed them both and left Cole in leg braces, Hank Anderson decided life was too short to not dedicate it to his kid. He left the DPD to open his own business where he could do work he loved that didn’t risk his life while always having time for Cole. Three years later, his handroasted coffeeshop is moderately successful, and he’s looking to hire a pastry chef to add bakery goods onto his menu.

Post-revolution, RK-800 Connor is looking for reliable, simple employment that will take him away from police & investigative work and give him a chance to get his head together as a new deviant. When Captain Fowler nudges him in Hank’s direction, it seems like a logical solution.

Nothing can run smoothly, though, and while Hank manages the stress of being a single father and owning his own business, Connor is balancing his own personal existential crisis with the fact that he doesn’t fit in anywhere and isn’t sure what kind of life he’s going to lead when Hank inevitably gets sick of him and lets him go. It isn’t even close to the ‘best’ of circumstances. But Connor’s starting to think if he isn’t real in Hank’s bakery, he isn’t real at all.

#detroit become human #dbh #detroit: become human #hank anderson #connor dbh #hankcon

[the-apostates-martyr]

"You push yourself too hard, Marius," said Daniel with soft exasperation as he combed Marius's hair back, smoothing out the silvery blonde curls to fix them into a secure tie at the back of his head.

Marius let out a small noise, something that Daniel called his "grump." "I disagree, I push myself as hard as is needed with the way this coven runs. And with the way we are welcoming more and more members each day, a good impression cannot be understated."

Daniel nodded, finishing the ponytail with a narrow strip of red velvet, as though Markus would wear anything else. It cut nicely against the black and deep red modern suit Marius wore, something in a trim, modern cut, vut with classic tailoring. The mix of old and new was the Hallmark of their coven and, of course, of their Prime Minister.

Upon these words though, Daniel took pause, laying down the brush on the bathroom vanity and glancing up at their reflection only briefly. It was enough, Marius standing there now, rising to his feet to an impressive height, the air about him strong and steadfast, all broad shoulders and eyes full of age and wisdom. And there behind him, Daniel, lanky, a wisp of a man with hair just too long to look neat and just too short to leave alone, with the blush to his skin of a young blood drinker still, all but mortal next to Marius. He takes his eyes up and down Marius and listened through the walls and floors to the gathering already taking place in their great hall. A coven from Brazil was arriving to speak about relations, to read their charter and to more or less test the waters; another line group reaching out tendrils into the world.

Marius caught sight of that look and turned, fixing firm eyes on Daniel. "What troubles you, then?" He wanted to know. "Speak honestly."

"As though I know any other way with you," Daniel replied, sighing. He slipped to the counter, picking up his comb, and then a small jar of pomade, working it through it hair to try to achieve a look that was *intentionally* disheveled. "I just worry is all. You know what I can be like in crowds. The last thing I want is to freak out."

Marius let out a long, slow breath, appraising his lover and noting every sidelong look and droop to his shoulders. "You have them so rarely now," he tried to remind Daniel. "And even when you do, it is no moral failing on your part."

"But they're fucking humiliating!" Daniel still couldn't meet Marius' eye, even in the large mirror. "For me, for you, for the coven. How does it look to them if the Prime Minister walks in with the coven crazy?"

A firm hand on Daniel's arm stopped him, and then turned him around. With a strong grip, Marius hoisted Daniel up onto the counter and slotted himself between his splayed knees. Hands on his hips now, Daniel had nowhere to try and escape to, and reluctantly looked to Marius. Those blue eyes were rigid but never cold; always, always, there was love.

"It looks like we are a coven that lives by the very words we set out years ago," said Marius. "That this coven was established for all our kind, the strong and weak both, that we do not hide away those among us who are sick like Victorian's stowing away the hysterical aunt." When Daniel appeared still to be unsure, Marius reached for his right hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing the ruby ring Daniel wore. "I'll have my husband by my side, Daniel, and if they judge us for that then theirs is not an alliance we want."

Daniel looked away again, still overcome and the stress not exactly lessening, but with his hand held tight in Marius' own, it was easier to bear.

For @immortalsarcasm

#Marius de Romanus #Daniel Molloy #Marius/Daniel #marius de Romanus appreciation week

[pixelmensupremacy]

Sign of peace

A/N: Here I am with yet another short fic, since I had a stressful week

Word count: 0.6k

Warnings: Fluff, GN!reader

Snowflakes gracefully fell down from the gray night sky, covering any surface they landed upon with a bright cool blanket.

(Y/N) watched the snowfall, admiring the beauty of nature’s magic; it was peaceful in contrast to their harsh reality. Just hours ago they were happy with how far Jericho has come, ever since Markus arrived- his great planning and brave actions have contributed to the salvation for many deviants. Unfortunately, their joy was short lived, for their hopes and dreams were shattered in a matter of minutes, as their private den was soon demolished.

For good or for bad (Y/N) was lucky enough to escape the sinking ship with barely a scratch, though that didn’t mean they were safe yet. In fact, they were face to face with danger; hundreds of armed humans awaited commands- ready to attack them at any second.

Dreadful silence fell upon the small group of survivors. Unlike them, Markus obstinately tried to revive the spark of hope and of the will to live in freedom. He tried his best to individually encourage everyone, who needed it most.

Shifting their attention, (Y/N)’s wandering gaze accidentally fell upon Markus, who appeared to be looking their way. Something within them fluttered at the sight of him standing up, before approaching them with a warm, yet sorrowful smile.

“How are you holding up?”

“I guess I can manage.” They replied jokingly, causing Markus to let out a genuine giggle. Frozen in place, (Y/N) relished the brief moment of happiness that made them forget all of their problems; something about him brought them joy- his smile, his intelligence and his compassion towards their people stung their heart with lovesickness.

In their short life as a deviant, (Y/N) had experienced countless new and foreign sensations, though none of these previous emotions could compare to the uniqueness and intensity of the ones they had towards Markus. Whenever they were in his company, they felt at ease, yet there was also a certain nervousness that restricted them from fully showing their true feelings. Unbeknownst to them, Markus secretly shared similar emotions towards them.

He looked at them with a gaze of adoration- which (Y/N) obliviously assumed to be just friendliness- before he spoke up.

“You always know how to brighten up my mood even in my darkest moments.”

“That’s the least I could do for you, Markus.” Instinctively, their hand rose to his, their fingertips brushed against his- a contact that would cause his LED to flicker in a lemony color, if only it was still nestled on his temple.

“I’ve always appreciated optimistic people especially in such hopeless situation.” He uttered quietly.

“Don’t talk like that! You are our hope, if anyone has to be optimistic about this revolution it’s you.”

Gasp trailed off of his lips at their kind words, as well as their fingers intertwining with his. In this moment, time seemed to have slowed down; his thirium pump malfunctioned as his eyes made contact with theirs- shinning with nothing, but a spark of affection. It was then that he came to the realization that his feelings might have been reciprocated.

The snowy white of their hands illuminated the street lights, as their synthetic skin vanished. Slowly, the distance between them shortened until their lips were mere millimeters away from each other.

Allured by (Y/N)’s loving gaze, Markus pressed his lips against theirs; his hand cradled their head, keeping them close to him. They melted into his touch, their free hand gripped the fabric of his coat, grounding their weight.

“You’re right, we’ve come too far to give up now.” Markus cupped their face, his thumbs rubbed their temples in circular motions. Despite wanting this moment to last longer, (Y/N) nodded in agreement and placed a tender kiss to his wrist.

“Don’t forget we will follow you no matter what- I will follow you.”

He smiled at them, before racing up the makeshift platform with the determination to write history.

#detroit: become human x reader #dbh imagine #markus detroit become human #markus rk200 #rk200 #markus x reader #dbh markus

[jabbagabba]

Something Wicked - I

WARNING! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS, DO NOT READ UNDER CUT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE!

fic warnings and summary under the cut, seriously watch the movie first!

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Summary: As you try to figure out how to help Wanda, memories flood back

Series Warnings: Dark!Wanda (she’s a little unhinged), fem!reader, witch!reader, witchcraft, multiverse!Wanda (poor girl, deserves better) angst, grief, manipulation, violence, gore, nightmares, mild language (a few swear words here and there), anything I missed please tell me.

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When I want you and all your charms

You rip your earphones out in frustration, letting them clatter onto the floor in a pile. Stupid song. For weeks you had been forced to listen to it. So much so it had easily become borderline torture. The lyrics flooded through your head every waking moment. You weren’t even sure if it was a real song at all!

Every time you tried to look up the lyrics, your mind would become blank and you’d be left even more confused and angry. And now, even with heavy metal music making your ears ring, the song still lingered. It was a pointless fight that you were just too tired to win anymore. Fine, you thought. You win

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

“Still stuck in your head, huh?” You were snapped out of your small pity party and sighed. Right, still working. Markus - your only real work friend - smiled at you sympathetically, trash bag in hand.

“Yeah.” You groan dramatically. “Still stuck.” 

The diner you worked at was the kind that only people who had been passing through town ate at. The kind of place the locals forgot even existed. Your customers were Mostly middle aged truck drivers, though there was the occasional sleep deprived family. Because of this, you only really worked nights.

The pay wasn’t great, and yeah, you sometimes wished you didn’t always smell of stale coffee and bacon grease. But it had become the closest thing to home you were going to get. The closest to “normal” you’d ever be and you knew it.

So, with a small friendly smile, you stood from your seat and grabbed the bag out of your coworker’s hand.

“I’ll take that.” You say and Markus shakes his head.

“It’s pretty dark out there.” You see the clock above him reach 12:30 and roll your eyes. “Too many creeps around.” Always the gentleman, Markus moves to pass you but you’re quicker, grabbing onto the bag and pulling it towards yourself.

“I’ll be fine.” You pull again as he opens his mouth to argue and successfully take it out of his grip. “I can handle taking trash out.” He stared at you for a moment, deciding what to do before finally motioning to the door in defeat. You walked - as gracefully as one could with literal garbage in their hand - pass him, the bell ringing above you as said door opened.

“But just so you know - “ His voice made you pause, using your back to keep it open while he continued. “If you get murdered, that’s your own fault.”

“Noted.”

Dream, dream, dream, dream

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It was a little after three when you finally started the journey home. Unfortunately for you, as if the universe was trying to make you even more miserable, it had started to rain.

You knew it would be cold - as winter was approaching rather quickly - so you were thankful for the jacket that you had brought that now clung to your body but knew that it wouldn’t stop you from being completely soaked before you even made it to your apartment.

Maybe you should have let Markus drive you.

The streets were dead, the only light being from the streetlamps that hung above you. After ten or so minutes of walking, you decided to turn right instead of your usual left. You were hopping it would cut your journey short - having seen a neighbor go that way earlier that day - and maybe the buildings that lined the path would be better protection against the rain. 

That hope died rather quickly when you felt a twitch of your fingers. Someone was following you. 

You tried to recover from your sudden stop smoothly, taking a deep breath as you continued walking. Another four steps and you stopped again, this time spinning quickly and outstretched your hand. Blue light filled your vision as you saw the figure of a man stubble backward from the force of the blow.

You stayed in the defensive position, hand still glowing as the light above you flickered.

“What do you want?” The sternness in your voice surprised you, a stark contrast the wild beating of your heart. The man chuckled and stepped closer, hands raised above his head.

“I missed you, too.” Your fear quickly turned into shock, finally letting your hand fall to your side. He stepped forward and you saw the familiar face.

“Are you insane?” You shrieked. “I could’ve killed you!” He dropped his hands and smiled warmly.

“I doubt it.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Doctor Strange?” You took notice in his appearance, it really had been a while. His hair was longer and he seemed to grow a little grey in his goatee. But what really surprised you was how dry he was, his clothes didn’t stick to him as yours did. Lucky. “You teleport here?”

“Something like that.” He waved his fingers, a port easily forming behind you. “Cold?” You try not to sprint into the warmth of it and smiled.

“Freezing.”

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Your eyes opened with a gasp, body falling to the ground. A pain stretched across your palm and you knew it was probably sprained. Wanda crossed the room with a concerned arm stretched out for you to take.

“Are you okay?” You waved her away, opting to pick yourself up from the floor. Your body felt as if it was burning up, your hand having to swipe away sweat from your burning forehead.

“I’m fine.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to reassure, her or yourself. Meditating had always been a hard task for you. Instead of centering you, it just made you tired and even more anxious as memories would flood through you.

Whether good or bad, they always took a tole and they were always draining.

“When’d you get back?”

“The boys finish school at three.”

“Oh.”

Wanda glanced around the room. What was once her guest had now been morphed into a witch den. Walls covered in runes, candles and books scattered across the floor. Her eyes grew concerned when she took notice of how tired yours looked.

“You need sleep.” You chose to ignore her, bending to grab a stack of papers that had fallen out of one of your notebooks earlier. She called your name but that only made you work faster, pilling loose pages together.

“Anymore dreams?” She rolled her eyes at the change of topic, but answered honestly.

“No.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.” You tucked the loose sheets - all covered in various spells and notes - into the closest book. “When’s the last time you slept?” She tried again, only this time forcing your hands to stop with her own when you didn’t answer.

“I can’t really sleep right now.” You knew you needed sleep. Staying up was draining but you just couldn’t stop, afraid that you’d lose your chance at remembering the one thing that could fix this. “I should clean this up.”

That change of topic seemed to lighten both your moods. So much so, Wanda even managed to giggle a little as her eyes scanned the room.

“I was going to repaint, anyway.” She glides across the wall, fingers tracing the symbols. “What’s this one for?”  You follow her gaze and shrug.

“I’m not sure.” She turns with a raised eyebrow. “Most of them don’t make sense to me yet. All of them are scattered pieces of spells, information, just anything I can remember really.”

“Of the Darkhold.” She concludes her adventure across the wall, stopping at one of the runes scratched into the paint. You nod. The small moment of respite gone.

“Just what I remember.” She hums, face unreadable. Soon enough the room is looking somewhat presentable and you marvel at the sight of a clean floor.

“What’s this?” You turn and see her pull a piece of paper from the desk beside her, eyes scanning the page in pure confusion. “Are these… lyrics?”She turns it toward you.

“Oh.” You grab it from her with a soft smile. “It’s just a song I sometimes get stuck in my head.” You try to remember when you could have written them before quickly realising it isn’t in your handwriting.

It was a page from Stephen’s notebook.

“What is it?” Wanda asked, noticing the playfulness vanish from your face. You swallowed back the feeling that started to fill you, crumpling it into a ball with a shake of your head.

“Nothing.” You grab the rest of the pile that sat on the desk and shoved them in the drawers with a huff. “I thought they’d help but it’s just random nonsense.” Whether or not she believes you she doesn’t say, choosing to instead let it go.

“I’ve gotta start dinner.” She says, flinching as you slam the drawer shut. “You should join us.”

“Okay. I will.”

Dream, dream, dream, dream

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AN/ Also! This just in, I hate everything I fucking write. Seriously though, whenever I write something, I’ll rewrite it over and over again until I just can’t look at it anymore and either post it or delete it. Which is what this is. I honestly don’t know how to feel about it.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it and know that I’m very, very tired. Stay safe, feel free to ask me anything and hope you have a good one!

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[prismuffin]

Hey. Can I send in a watch dogs request please when sitara is R’s older sister, and they are mute; and Sitara is really protective of them like Josh? Maybe like someone makes fun of them online or something and Sitara goes full big sister mode and comforts R while going after whoever sent the messages?

A/n: sorry if this is a bit short anon but also I enjoyed writing for watchdogs !! Gn Reader !!

Simple Mistake

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader

( summary: when the HQ gets hacked by some trolls with a petty grudge against "S1lentz0" they don't necessarily hold back on the idiot that left them such an obvious trail to follow, you )

warnings?: cyberbullying, swearing, talks of violence and guns, reader knows sign language!! ( italics are sign language )

!-!more under the cut!-!

You hadn't meant for this to happen honestly. You were in the hackerspace in your usual spot on the couch just patching up some code in the servers on your laptop. Recently Lenni had hacked into your guys' network and left so many backdoors and holes in your servers meaning you were much more susceptible to hacks these days. If you didn't patch this now who knows who could hack you next. You typed away at the keyboard your eyes following line after line of code when Wrench called for you. You were busy, but he said it'd only be a second and that if you didn't hold a very specific wire for him while he searched for his pliers then the thing he was working on would blow up in all of your faces, literally. Josh was busy with a similar task to yours, patching up the network after Lenni got in and removing any potential backdoors she could've left. Sitara was helping Markus with the 3D printer as he got ready to leave for another physical hack across LA. So you reluctantly looked away from your laptop, leaving your unfinished vulnerable servers for just a minute too long.

Sitara shot you a smile as she noticed you walking over to Wrench and you shot her one back. It was nice that even after all these years you still had a good relationship with your older sister. Not a lot of siblings can say that they stay as close as you two have. You look up to Sitara, the way she's so bold in both her art and real life, sometimes you wish you could be like that.

But you're not.

And that thought alone used to bug you so much but Sitara reassured you that you were perfectly fine as you. She's always looked out for you since you two were kids. Being mute and more reserved, it was a lot harder to make friends or to feel useful most days. There was always something bad happening in the world and you felt terrible knowing there was often nothing you could to to help. But after joining Dedsec as 'S1lentz0' with Sitara you've found that there are tons of different people in the world just like you and they're all helpful in their own ways.

Speaking of helpful, you cautiously grabbed the wire that Wrench held. "Good now keep that steady, don't let it touch any other wires or we're all dead...mmm- probably." He ranted as he ducked underneath his workstation in search of his preferred tool. You glanced down at him every so often, cursing in your hands as your hands struggled to stay perfectly steady, though with the amount of energy drinks the whole team downs you're not entirely shocked that you can't help the involuntary motion. "Aha!" Wrench yelled, shooting up only to hit his head on the underside of the table, making the whole thing shake. Your eyes widened as sparks flew momentarily before you grabbed the device to steady it before the wire could react with anything else. "owww," Wrench groaned as he stood up straight, rubbing the back of his head, his mask showing his displeasure. You breathed out a sigh of relief at the lack of any sort of explosion before Wrench took over again, grabbing the wire from your hand delicately as he looked at you. "Your presence is appreciated my dear friend," he put on a fake British accent as he spoke, patting your cheek with the pliers twice before focusing his attention back on the device. You nodded and took that as your cue to leave. Walking back over to your laptop, you huffed down onto the couch with a sigh ready to get back to work.

The sound of beeping caught your attention and you froze, grabbing your laptop you stared at the screen with wide eyes as some stupid animation of a snake firing a gun with its tail played. It shot through your code, 1's and 0's flying everywhere as a mechanical laugh played. The snake slithered into the hole it shot and suddenly the rest of the TVs in your hackerspace were projecting the image of the snake. "What the hell is that?" Marcus questioned making everyone stop to peer at the screens. You cursed in your head as you frantically tried to stop the hack before it could get any worse.

At this point, the damage was already done though. Everyone crowded around the screens as a mechanical voice spoke. "S1lentz0 has left you vulnerable. That quiet idiot can't code to save their miserable life." It spoke, and you jumped reacting as if their words had physically hit you. You just tried to ignore their words as you started to lock them out of your system.

Sitara's jaw clenched as she stared at the screens. "Don't you talk about them like that you worthless pricks." She spat, anger evident in her voice as she crossed her arms. The voice let out the same mechanical laugh from before and Sitara only glared at the sound. "They brought down our encryptions and stole our codes to fix your vulnerable systems and thought we simply wouldn't take notice?" You'd began to sweat slightly as your fingers typed rapidly to shut them down. "Wait, so you're calling them worthless because they hacked you and took down your precious encryptions?" Marcus asked, holding back a laugh at their petty reasoning. "Snakes with cowboy hats? Who's idea was that?" Wrench spoke up, laughing much more boldly than Marcus making Josh roll his eyes at the situation. "I've heard of these guys, they're a newer hacker group called Ouroboros. Their systems are so outdated, I'm not shocked that you got your shit hacked and taken down so quickly," Sitara spoke, still glaring at the screen as she continued. "Don't be mad because my little sibling outsmarted your dumbass encryptions. The only reason you're even here is because some other hacker group weakened our system, not because you're skilled hackers." The mechanical voice tried spitting back but was washed from the screens as you finally kicked them out for good, patching up your network in the process.

With a sigh your head fell into your hands, you felt so bad that you let this happen. "welp, that was stupid," Marcus said before going back over to the printer but Sitara was looking at you. Her eyebrows were furrowed with worry as she saw you with your head in your hands, knowing exactly what you were thinking. Walking over to the couch she crouched down next to you, placing her hand on your knee as she softly called your name. "Y/n," You peeked from your hands to look at her. 'I'm sorry,' you signed, 'I didn't mean to leave us vulnerable.' you frowned, looking back towards your laptop to avoid her eye. Sitara sighed before moving to sit next to you. With a smile she bumped your shoulder and you looked at her again. "Hey, it's not your fault ok? If we're gonna blame anyone here its Lenni. She was the one to leave us vulnerable, you were just trying to fix it." 'Yeah but I got distracted.' "And that's completely ok," she placed her hand on your shoulder and you leaned into the comfort now going into a side hug with her. 'Is it really?' you signed, and she smiled "Yes! It is y/n, nobody's blaming you hun just look around." She was right, everyone had simply went back to their original tasks. It was almost as if you guys hadn't got hacked only a few minutes prior. "Those guys that hacked us are just run of this mill idiots they don't pose any real threat." She said with a playful roll of her eyes and you hesitantly smiled at her wording.

You guess she was right, you'd only hacked them a while ago to steal some parts of their firewall that you thought would be useful in your own. You often do that, stealing multiple different encryptions and putting them all together for one mega-encryption that was damn hard to hack. "Don't beat yourself up over this alright y/n? Trust me, me and Marcus are gonna get them back, right Marcus?" She smiled at the approaching male, "Damn right," Marcus said with a smirk, placing his newly made zap-gun in a holster under his hoodie.

Moving out of the hug you turned and smiled at Marcus. 'Thanks you guys,' You signed and Marcus looked at Sitara for translation, he was trying to learn more ASL for you but it's a lot harder than he thought it'd be. "You're welcome Y/n," She said, eyeing Marcus as she placed a hand on your head and Marcus nodded. You couldn't help but feel better at the interaction. Just having confirmation that they had your back in situations like these was enough to make you beam. You truly loved your team at Dedsec and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[ask-anarky]

The Aftermath

The tangled mess that made up Detroit Steel was laid out in its hangar, dozens of engineers working on cutting out the damaged parts and salvaging the rest. The problem being there wasn’t much left that wasn’t warped by the impact, or a pile of molten slag. The decidedly not holographic form of Markus Barnes stood on the gantry, looking over this exceedingly expensive mess, with the pilot in a wheelchair to his side and covered in burns, while at his other side was the head of the engineering crew. “Thing wasn’t fast enough sir, those spiders ran circles around me, and the main gun sent me flying back too soon to be accurate.” “I didn’t ask you to be accurate, I asked you to fill the room with lead! How hard is it to gun down a room full of people with no way out of that room? Detroit steel cut down daemon lords and the masses of the undead in its first excursions, it practically won the battle of Lethe single handedly, how do half a dozen idiots in spandex bring it down?” “They’re faster than it?” Barnes seethed, his grip on the metal railing tightening before he took a breath, and turned to the engineer. “How do we make it faster?” The engineer was practically holding his clipboard up as a shield between him and his boss, who was clearly in a bad mood.

“Well, its motors are classed to move a lot faster, if we repaired it, and.. Replaced all the broken parts, we could set it to move much faster.” “Why didn’t we do that TO BEGIN WITH?” The engineer was practically bent over double, now actively blocking strings of spittle from Barnes as he turned a deeper shade of red. “Its- Its the cores sir, the abrahamic cores. They’re.. Well they run hot, they need a lot of ventilation or..” He pointed at the now frozen slag at the center of the wreckage. “We could fit one easily, but there’s no way the pilot would survive, and the cooling problem would just be even easier to exploit.” “So.. We need more power, and it can’t be our cores.” “That’s the long and short of it sir. If we could get our hands on one of the new Arc Reactors from-” Barnes ripped the clipboard out of his hands, and started smacking him with it, mostly on the helmet in a fairly pathetic display. “WE CANNOT! START BUYING PARTS! FROM STARK!”

The crew of engineers down on the shop floor stop their working, staring up at the man who signs their paychecks. “Alright sir, we get it, we'll work on some kind of solution. I’ll have some proposals on your desk by the end of the month.”

Quietly, almost unsettlingly, one of Hammers R&D Department crept up behind Markus, and tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump half a foot in the air. “Sir, if I may, you know I’ve been working on an alternate energy supply, one that would put Stark and the Abrahamic cores to bed permanently.” “Yes, yes I remember. I also remember telling you that you were blowing your entire teams budget in a tenth of the time the others were and to focus on something more affordable.” “Well.. I may have kept working, within my means of course. With your approval, and a little more funding, I may have a solution to my problem, and to yours.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- New York 2079

Obediah Stane’s old Monger Core was whirring with activity, the copper discs set around the room were spinning far beyond their capacity, making the walls of the room more like a blender than a surface. While the core was crackling with energy, arcs of electricity slamming into the walls, and ball lightning sparking to life for moments before dying. All the old monitoring equipment in the control deck was pulsing as the magnetic fields grew larger and larger, already breaching containment. Reed Richards and Susan Storm frantically tried to override the sequence while inside the core, Johnny Storm and Spider-Man were dodging the chaos as well as the bolts aimed straight at them. The charge at the center kept building and with swinging not an option, Spidey was forced to dodge blasts of super charged electricity with just his reflexes. As Electro was staggered by a blast of fire, Parker made a run for the console at the base of the core. “We can’t let you do this Electro! The magnetic field’s gonna destroy the earth, and I just put a down payment on an apartment!” Electro caught the next blast from Storm, warping the electro-magnetic field around the plasma, and sending it back at Storm who went flying into the blender. Parker was halfway through the shutdown sequence when his Spidey-sense went off, and he jumped to the side, the bolt of electricity coursing through the space he just occupied, and obliterating the console. “I wasn’t asking Spiderman! I’m about to be the biggest lightning bolt in history, then you’ll all pay! You, the blue wonders, and then everyone else!” Spidey shot a double bolt of webbing at him as he started to float towards the center of the core. “Really felt like you didn’t use the hyphen there Max! And you gotta have bigger goals, there’s a good chance this’ll kill you!” Electro just fried the bolts as they came near, cooking them so thoroughly they hit the ground with a clang as they landed, solid lumps of charcoal at this point. “You wanna see a light show Spiderman?” “Not feeling like no is an option here”

Peter jumped for Electro, just as his hand made contact with the contacts at the center of the core.

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Electro screamed, but no noise came out, as his body was still coalescing. Tiny streaks of power made the air crackle, some of them sticking around, arcing to one another, some dissipating. More and more sparks, more strings of lightning, the spherical field started to have arcs cross its width.

“Give it more power” Barnes watched as the team upped the power poured in, it had cost a fortune to recreate most of the monger core, with some extra containment fields, but it was looking like it might not be a waste.

More arcs crisscrossed the field, forming a glowing, partially muscled skeleton, then a circulatory system, layers of glowing plasma and energy forming faux tissue, finally vocal chords. A distorted guttural scream through superheated air as Electro returned to life. “What- Where am I?!” 

He tried to send a bolt of power into the field, and was disappointed when it dissipated. “Mr Dillon, I’m Markus Barnes, CEO of HammerTec, and you have just come back from the dead.

“What do you mean back from the dead?” “Reed Richards threw the magnetic fields into overdrive, the only thing he could do with you burning out the controls was turn it up, and change the frequency. You were ripped apart by a thousand different overlapping magnetic fields. There wasn’t anything left of you.” Eletro clutched his head, memories of agony flashing through his head. He flared out his powers, energy crackling through the field and again, doing nothing.

“Keep going Mr Dillon, we’ve set up what could be the world's biggest power sink, you’re certainly going to keep the lights on for a long while!” Barnes patted the lead scientist on the back.

“You see, I need a power supply for my mech, a new one that won’t superheat it, and a pilot that can survive inside. It seems like you’re a two in one deal. And in return, you get to live! I’d take the deal if I were you.” Electro chuckled.

“You pumped a lot of power into me, yknow that? Needed a whole lot to pull myself together right?” “Right you are, Mr Dillon, but as I said, that field is connected to a sink, it doesn’t matter how much you pump in, it can take it.”

“Yeah, and so can I.” Electro slammed his palms onto the field, drawing in more and more power. “Trip the breakers! Disconnect the field!” One of the skeleton crew working on this project ran to the fuse terminal, flipping the switches over to disconnect the sink. Electro grunted, and the switches flicked back over. The labcoat went to switch it back over and the terminal instantly started to glow. Their skin around their hands started to blister and burn, and the sound of their own muscles snapping bones could be heard by the whole crew who grimaced.

“I’mma take the juice back if that’s okay with you Mr Barnes. And the name isn’t Max Dillon, it's Electro.” The spherical field started to glow so bright that the onlookers had to avert their eyes, most of them running for the exits. Markus Barnes just looked on hopelessly as the field emitters gave up the ghost at the sheer voltage running through them.

Electro floated above the scorched podium, electricity arcing from limb to limb.

“You got a lot more juice nowadays huh? I like that..” He dropped down to just above the floor in front of Barnes, small sparks flickering from his feet to the ground.

“I gotta thank you for bringing me back HammerTec, I’m gonna leave now but, I do owe you one. So I’m not gonna cook you, this time.” He reached up, and tapped Barnes at the center of his chest, and he dropped like a stone.

“Clear.”

#Anarky Writes

[ao3feed-hannor]

cinnamon &amp; cardamom

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50233963 by sevdrag (seventhe), tallula03 After the car accident that nearly killed them both and left Cole in leg braces, Hank Anderson decided life was too short to not dedicate it to his kid. He left the DPD to open his own business where he could do work he loved that didn’t risk his life while always having time for Cole. Three years later, his handroasted coffeeshop is moderately successful, and he’s looking to hire a pastry chef to add bakery goods onto his menu. Post-revolution, RK-800 Connor is looking for reliable, simple employment that will take him away from police & investigative work and give him a chance to get his head together as a new deviant. When Captain Fowler nudges him in Hank’s direction, it seems like a logical solution. Nothing can run smoothly, though, and while Hank manages the stress of being a single father and owning his own business, Connor is balancing his own personal existential crisis with the fact that he doesn’t fit in anywhere and isn’t sure what kind of life he’s going to lead when Hank inevitably gets sick of him and lets him go. It isn’t even close to the ‘best’ of circumstances. But Connor’s starting to think if he isn’t real in Hank’s bakery, he isn’t real at all. Words: 11337, Chapters: 2/9, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Cole Anderson, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Josh (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Alive Cole Anderson, Elephants, gratuitous use of recipes and colors as a metaphor, with credit to my own family recipes, Awkward Connor, Cole Swears Sometimes, ...Cole Swears A Lot, this fic became The Cole Story Starring Cole, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, What is humanity?, fucking david cage's hamfisted clumsy 'borrowed' metaphors and bullshit, it should be clear i dont know how to bake, i am a chef not a baker, Brandy - Freeform, Eventual Smut read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50233963

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

[rk8connorzz]

'𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶' // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Just after you followed Connor onto the large freighter, Jericho, you found yourself falling deeper into the water, completely blacked out. Connor managed to save you and bring you to where the deviants hid out until the revolution ended. 

I was already as exhausted as it was, and that impact when I hit the water just about did it. I was out like a light. Not being able to swim up to the surface, the water slowly pulled my heavy down to its dark surface. Markus, North, Josh, and Connor tried to elude Agent Perkins, just barely escaping this eagle-like watch.

Everything was a blur. I woke up inside an unfamiliar place, Connor sitting beside my body. He didn't speak, nor did he seem to move. My body didn't seem to want to move. Detroit's harsh winter air blew on my skin, biting at it. I grumbled, resulting in Connor turning his head and almost jumping up in excitement.  "(Name)! I...I'm glad you're all right." His slim body inched towards me. I noticed something different. "Connor? Whe-where's your jacket at?" His eyes twinkled in the moonlight as his cheeks dimpled. "I analyzed you and your body temperature was low, so I figured you needed it more than me." He tenderly grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. It pained my aching back, but I sat up on the hard surface I was down on. "But, (Name). Why did you follow me? You were injured, it was dangerous." A pained grimace on my face followed his sentence. "I...I was scared. I didn't want you to get hurt so I followed you. I wanted to help. I'm sorry."

Connor drew closer near me, his gentle expression and his slightly open lips. I wanted to admire him like this all the time. It was breathtaking, really. His left palm cupped the side of my face. "Thank you. But, you could've been killed." I raised my eyebrow, "No shit, I thought about that. But I'm fine now, right?" I tried to move a little more, sliding my legs to the side. "I know, I just was so nervous about having you there. You matter too much to me, love." Connor's face closed in with mine, taking in my lips. The sudden and warm kiss drowned me in a pool of bliss. He turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss. A puddle of heated desire boiled in my stomach, longing for more. I'd kissed him before, but something about this was different. Like we were both opening our souls for each other to see, vulnerable to only each other for us to see. Nothing else mattered or existed to us at this moment. His hand fled from my cheek to my hair. He pulled away for a short take of air before we heard a voice closing towards our location.

"Con-?" Markus, the leader of the deviants walked in. He froze in place, perhaps in sudden shock. She cleared his throat, even if he didn't technically have one. "Ahem. I'll leave you two be. I'm glad you're all right, (Name)." Markus' voice then trailed off into the distance. Connor then turned towards me. My head was turned to where Markus walked in. "(Name)?" My head flipped over to look at him in his gorgeous brown eyes. "I love you, you know that right?" Connor almost whispered.  "I know, Con." He wrapped his arms behind me, tugging me into a warm embrace. "I love you so much, Connor."

#rk800 #rk800connor #connor x reader #connor fluff #Connor Anderson

[eric-the-bmo]

The Neighborhood Watch S2 ep7: Towing the Soil

Note: my notes for this session were Abysmal, so I apologize in advance! We're on a bit of a short hiatus, so it'll be a bit before the next one!

[Summary: The Main Cast head to the woods to take care of the giant plant.] @gr3y-heron

Previously, Emmet said whatever the plant is seems to be alien; none of the AI's system recognize it. More tests will need to be run, and he tells John to come back later- he'll send a text.

John heads to Markus's house to tell them about the plant monster. the spray paint Markus bought a few episodes ago has been put to use; their place looks like a pride flag. John informs Markus about the clearing, and says he'll go get the others to help formulate a plan.

Song, not really having anywhere to go since her house is still ruined, heads back over to Louis' house. As she approaches there's the faint sound of ABBA music, and Phil, one of the neighbors, asks Song if Louis's okay. She says she'll check in on him, and when Phil asks what happened to her house/if she's okay, she tells him it was a gas canister mishap. They bid farewell and she enters the house. ABBA music can be faintly heard from the basement, along with the singing of a drunken Southern gentleman. Song settles down on the couch and starts reading the book Fatima gave her- absolutely not checking in on him.

John knocks on the door; Song waits for a moment before rolling her eyes, getting up from the couch and answering it. John's surprised to see her there, but explains to her the plant in the woods. She says they should go get Louis from the basement ("Chiquitita" by ABBA starts playing). The two of them knock on the door, but get no response. Song rolls her eyes at John- who briefly wonders if they're friends again because of this interaction- and the two of them make their way down.

Louis is sitting against one of the wine shelves; he's been silently crying, shown by eyeliner running down his face. He's on his third bottle, and fumbles to turn the CD player off when he sees the duo. They tell him what's up with the plant in the woods, and he asks if Markus knows about it too- His voice wavers when he comments of "Markus's friend Bob probably knows too."

John's brow furrows as he tries to figure out why Markus and Bob would be friends, since don't they hate each other? Louis states they had coffee earlier- so they must be friends, right?

Song heads upstairs to make some coffee for Louis, enchanting it to help sober him up. Louis heads up the stairs with John behind him, using the stair railing to support himself, and accepts the drink when he gets up there. He sobers up immediately, but the hangover hits him like a truck ["I can hear the plants outside making noise."]. Song gets him some ice and a towel for his headache, and helps wipe the eyeliner off his face. Louis looks at her with an expression only a recently-sobered man can have (AN: that's verbatim from my notes. What does that mean)

Louis says his house is always open to her, and said she didn't think she would come back since he thought she hated him. He says he knows how to deal with vampires, leading to a sarcasting comment from Song ["Yeah, sure." "Ah, I'm in a great condition to be bullied as you can tell."] Louis changes the subject to the broader subject of monsters, once again going on a rant about Greenville. [“This is the weirdest town I've lived in, and I've been in New Orleans for ten years.”]

The trio tries to come up with plans to kill the plant (hatchet? fire?), until John realizes suddenly that he's very warm, and Song and Louis ask if he's okay- he looks feverish, with an odd tint to his skin. John realizes the thorn from earlier is still stuck in his face, and rushes over to the washroom. He tries to dig it out of his skin, and eventually manages to get it out.

Louis tries to call Markus. Song's noticed John's been in there for a while, and goes to knock on the door to check on him. He's washing the blood off his face and says he'll be just a moment; when he opens the door he apologizes, and explains the situation.

["You got a thorn stuck in your face?"] John, still believing Song hates him, interprets this comment negatively until: ["Are you okay?"] She helps him tend to the wound.

Markus is at the park- they've snuck off by themself. They step over the overgrown flowers until they see a figure walking into the park, and hide. It's the town's florist Ms Green, dressed in gardening gear with a belt of weed killer canisters and an axe in her hands. Markus pops up and asks where she's going, and she unsuccessfully tries to hide her axe, saying she was hired to take care of the plant infestation. She introduces herself to them, since these two have never met before, and Markus tells her to go home and that they can take care of it; as far as they know, she's a normal woman. Ms Green admires their confidence and suggests they wear some protective gear as Markus summons a bug to paralyze her- they don't want her getting hurt trying to fight the monster. They grab some cans of weedkiller from her and run off, spraying the flowers as they trek deeper into the forest.

Back at the house- Song's changed into a new outfit for this, with holsters for weapons, and pulls out her duffle bag armory. John says he can grab an axe from his garage, and Louis has weed repellent in his garage leftover from the landscapers he hired for his lawn two weeks ago. Louis kind of notices his outfit is crumpled and changes into a cooler one, with fencing shirt and leather gloves. He turns red when Song telepathically tells him he looks good, and offers to drive. John heads off to grab the axe. He runs into Phil on the way home, who asks what's going on, and also casually mentions he saw that small person with the hoodie head off somewhere. John connects the dots that Markus went to the park alone, thanking Phil and jogging the rest of the way home.

At the house, Shelby is still at the kitchen table working on the Lego set. John takes the axe out of the garage, setting it by the door, and quickly takes one of the Lego set bags from the table. He bolts out of the house, grabbing his weapon on the way out, and hears Shelby's delayed reaction to the stolen bag as he hops into the back of Louis' car and tells him to drive.

Meanwhile, Markus has found the clearing John had told them about (there's an odor in the air here so bad it's like a fog), and they observe the People slightly swaying as they stand around the plant; their skin has a green tinge, and it's all veiny like roots are growing underneath them. Markus knows they can be saved, since they'd dealt with one of them last season, but is unaware where any of the people got stung. There's a rustling behind them; Ms Green is back, relatively unharmed but shocked at what she's seeing. Markus then panicks almost, and runs out to the plant monster- yelling how they won't be chased out from another home, they release a swarm of locusts at it. The plant screams and Markus looks back at a terrified Ms Green and tells her to go the fuck home. She gives a scared nod and runs away, dropping her axe on the way out. Meanwhile, the ride to the park, to Louis at least, is awkward. John interprets the silence as serious, and tells them that Markus went to the park by themself. He hands Song the bag of Legos and asks her to take a look at them later.

The Main Cast makes it to the park; John sees a path of dead plants leading into the trees and rushes in. The cast runs into a scared Ms Green on the way out, and Louis asks if she's seen Markus- she says there was a whole group of people and there's monsters in that forest, plants and bug people! She says we seem prepared and rushes away. We head down the path, and eventually hear the plant.

The Main Cast runs over to the sound of the plant screaming; We all see Markus with their hood down, attacking the plant monster with a swarm of locusts. Louis yells about this [“Of course it was too good to be true, god DAMMIT” ]. Markus shouts that the plant people can still be saved- the seeds need to be removed. Louis says hopefully his plan will kill the seeds and sprays weedkiller and the crowd, aiming to make a path so John and Song can closer to the plant. Steam rises from the People as they're sprayed with the chemicals.

John bolts over to the plant and swings his axe, cutting off one of the roots; it writhes until it goes limp, a gross smell in the air. Song uses magic to try to find the core of the plant, and discovers its main source of power are the roots, all curled and warped underground. She tries to cut the root off from the rest of the plant- it screams as a pillar of fire rises out from its mouth, petals catching fire as it wilts and peels back.

The plant people try to defend their plant; Some head over to Louis, and he feels something wrap his leg and pull him to the ground. He looks at what grabbed him and sees it's actually someone's fingers, elongated into vines that are crawling upwards. Two plant people rush towards Markus, and two of them rush over to defend their plant; one of the people trying to restrain John is Clara. Others go to Song as well.

Markus sees this and swears loudly, and redirects their locusts away from the plant and towards the People; the locusts branch off into swarms, going to find where the People have been infected to try to remove the seeds inside. They scream as the bugs do this, and when the seeds get removed they collapse, the plant-like parts of them withering away. John drops his axe to catch Clara so she doesn't get hurt, gently setting her down to the ground.

Intricate roots and branches writhe out from the core or the plant as it tries to rebuild itself in a hurry. John picks up his axe and rushes over to hit it, but a mass of roots flare out and grab the axe, and he can't get it out. Louis dumps the rest of the weedkiller onto the roots, and Song sets off a rot spell within it. It works wonderfully.

The plant frantically tries to recreate itself as it rots away, but crumbles into ash and earth- soft soil is all that remains. From behind the Main Cast, further down the path, there's a harmony of tiny screams as rest of plants connected to the bulb start to die. Plant parts shrivel and disconnect from the People; their skin starts to look a bit better.

The locusts all burrow back into Markus. Louis turns to them and asks why they went off by themself, and they said they thought they had been left behind again. Louis says he won't ever leave them behind- not like last time. The two hug, and Louis comforts Markus as they cry.

Markus pulls away, revealing their bug holes (Louis is grossed out for a moment), and they explain that they had made a wish for everyone to forget about their bugs. John quietly asks how long they've been like this, and they say they've been like this as long as they can remember. Markus then explains the plan they made with Bob, and how if Bob focuses on the vampire, then that means he won't focus on the Main Cast. Louis compliments this plan and Markus responds that they're good at misdirection; they've had years of practice, they say, with a smile that pretty much goes “it's the trauma.”

Somehow there's a mention of the raffle and a proposal that it was potentially rigged, as none of the Main Cast remembers ever actually entering; John had assumed Shelby was the one who entered it, and Song assumed her father was the one who did it. Song uses telepathy to figure out what Louis meant when he told Markus he wasn't "going to leave like last time": When on a trip to Romania, Louis met Markus, who was trying to leave some kind of bad scenario; he had helped them leave to America with enough money to get on their feet. It was the first and only selfless thing Louis did.

An alarm goes off on Louis' phone- the HOA meeting is starting. The Main Cast rushes over to Lestat's home.

Notes:

Louis's player actually did provide vocals for Louis's drunk singing and it was wonderful

I'd like to state that John canonically falls in love (in a platonic sense) super easily so I'm very normal about the fact Song is being nice to him

JOHN WITH AN AXE JOHN WITH AN AXE /pos

All of us started yelling when the DM revealed Markus had decided to head to the woods alone, oh my god

What's with my characters and getting attacked/almost possessed by plants? First Theodore, now John... I'm sensing a theme, can we make it happen a third time? /lh /hj

oh my god markus lore? :eyes:

I'm still gunning for ClaraJohn to happen- I don't know how it'll work since I made John to not be into romance, but I'll find a way to make it work. I just want him to kiss someone somehow

We've got a running theory that Greenville is akin to some kinda SCP containment place /hj

One more episode till the Season Two finale!! aaa!!!

#eric finally speaks #motw oc #motw campaign #motw #the neighborhood watch #the neighborhood watch recap #monster of the week #motw ttrpg #john doe vibes