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sidekick-hero · 1 day

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the unparalleled and precious @flowercrowngods tagged me to post some lines of an unpublished wip with no context

The sound of someone inserting their key card into the slot is followed by the handle being pushed down. Then the door to the room opens, revealing the lucky guy who will have him for the next two hours.

He’s pretty, is the first thing that comes to Steve’s mind. Tall and slender, with a small waist and very nice arms decorated in black ink. Most stunning, however, is his face. The pale skin a tantalizing contrast to his pink lips, dark hair framing high cheekbones and deep brown eyes that look at him like a deer in the headlights.

Then, the door closes with a bang.

“Guys? There’s some dude sitting on my bed, you might wanna call security. I’ll hold down the door but you gotta hurry.” Eddie’s voice trembles slightly and Steve’s torn between worry and amusement.

Faintly he can hear the other men laughing and Eddie's indignant squeak. "What the hell are you laughing at? There`s a crazy stalker in my room! Probably armed and dangerous!"

"Oh yeah, I bet he has a big gun," Garrett/Gareth snorts, and Steve rolls his eyes at the very obvious, very bad joke. The guy probably thinks he's really funny.

Eddie seems to agree with Steve, even if unknowingly. "Har-bloody-har. Jeff, c'mon, tell me you at least take this seriously!"

This is one of those nights when Steve wishes he was smart enough, or at least ambitious enough to go to college, so he wouldn't have to make money on the side dealing with shit like this. At least most of his clients were easier to deal with, if not as easy on the eyes as this Eddie.

"Eddie, trust me, you can open the door. He's harmless."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's your birthday present!" Freak interrupts, clearly losing patience. "Gareth's right, we should have just made him put a bow on his dick and be done with it. At least then we wouldn't be standing here arguing."

Steve wonders if they know he can hear every word they say. Like everyone else in the surrounding rooms, because they're not exactly quiet. He just hopes nobody calls the cops.

"He's... What the fuck? You can't just give someone a person, that's human trafficking!"

Obviously tired of making a scene outside a hotel room, Jeff just opens the door and pulls Eddie inside, trusting the others to follow. They do, closing the door behind them, and then they all look at Steve, who is still sitting on the bed, regretting all his life choices that led him here.

He gives a little wave with his fingers. "Surprise."

Eddie blinks at him, speechless, his mouth slightly ajar. Despite the situation, he remains unfairly attractive, his wide eyes stirring something in Steve that he hesitates to explore further. Steve's knowledge of Eddie is limited to his questionable choice of friends, yet he feels an inexplicable urge to shield him from the world, to keep him safe. The urge is unexpected in itself, but even more so in the intensity with which it hits him.

"This is Steve," Gareth introduces, stumbling over his words. "And, uh, well, he... yeah. Guys?" Gareth glances around, hoping for support from the others, but they remain silent. Steve rises from his spot on the bed and approaches Eddie.

As he stands before him, Steve is enveloped in a mixture of clean body spray, shampoo, and a faint whiff of cigarette smoke. Eddie's eyes, even larger up close, hold a warm hue that is captivating. Steve flashes a smile, aiming for a blend of reassurance and flirtation.

"I'm Steve, and for the next two hours, I can be whatever you need," he declares, though technically, twenty minutes have already elapsed. Nevertheless, for Eddie, Steve is willing to make an exception.

tagging with no pressure, only appreciation: @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @hbyrde36, @runninriot, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @steddieas-shegoes

#steddie #steddie fanfic #sub eddie week #(at least I hope I get it done until the end of the week)#my writing #wip game

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star-born-mars · 24 hours

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Standing on a Ledge, Standing on a Precipice

Instead of Dick, you find Jason on the ledge. It starts to uncover something you would rather it didn't.

TW: suicidal thoughts and actions (I mean the entire scene is literally him ready to pitch himself off the edge), discussions of suicidal thoughts and actions, probably some unhealthy codependency, and probably some unhealthy coping mechanisms

Please let me know if you want me to add more.

A/N: I couldn't get that scene out of my head, of Jason standing there. This is probably so bad, I'm sorry. I'll probably write a sequel to this, ngl.

"Jason," you asked, crossing your arms on the ledge he was standing on, "how long have we been friends?"

"A long fuckin' time," he told you, sniffling.

"We were- what, 10- when we met?" you inquired, looking over the city as it bustled by, ignorant to the boy ready to pitch himself off the roof at any moment.

"Yeah."

"Almost a decade then. Think about that, Jay. We've known each other nearly half of our lives. In another decade, it'll be two thirds."

"Doll, I probably won't make it another decade," Jason replied, looking down at the people who were strolling by down below.

"Why are you up here, Jay?"

"C'mon, you know me, doll. I'm poison, whatever I touch I destroy."

"That's not true, Jay. You wanna know how I know?"

Jason was clearly just humoring you when he asked, "How?"

"Because who is the one person that you touch the most? The person who's had the most contact with you in your life?"

"You," he reluctantly admitted.

"And who's still alive and kicking despite the universe's best efforts otherwise?"

"You."

"Jason, look at me," you implored, turning towards him. "Please?"

"You're not playin' fair, doll. You know I can't say no to that face," he complained, turning to look at you.

"All's fair in love and war," you reminded him. "C'mon Jay, you're my best friend. Don't you think if you were the problem that something would've happened to me already?"

Jason couldn't argue with that and you knew it.

He knew it too, based on the way he was scowling now instead of crying.

"Jay, they have no fucking clue who you are," you said, reaching up to take his hand in yours. "And as cliche as it sounds, they don't know you like I do. I know you didn't do any of the shit that they're accusing you of."

"How'd you know?"

"For one thing, it's not really your style," you said with a smirk, watching as Jason gave you an unimpressed look. "But mostly, I just know you. It just... it doesn't fit."

You shrugged, daring to tug lightly on Jason's hand, urging him back towards safety.

"Jason, you know you don't have to stay here, right?" you asked, threading your fingers through his, sliding your palms together. "Clearly they don't really care whether you stay or go, except maybe Gar and Conner. You can go wherever you want."

Jason didn't say anything for a moment, and he waited long enough that you thought perhaps he wasn't going to say anything at all in response to what you'd told him, but then he asked, "If I wanted to go somewhere they didn't know who we were, would you go with me?"

"What?"

"If I wanted to get out of Gotham, leave the Titans, find some random town on a map and disappear, would you come with me?"

"You'd never leave Gotham like that, but if you wanted to run away, we could. I mean, we've done it before right? We both have all the necessary documentation to go to college, we both graduated high school, we can work pretty much any minimum experience job we want. Is that what you want to do? Disappear for a few years? Maybe a lifetime?"

Jason actually thought about it for a moment. You could tell because of the way his brows furrowed, the way he his mouth turned down into something more absentminded than a scowl.

"No. You're right, I could never leave Gotham like that. But it's a nice thought," Jason admitted softly, hopping down from the ledge to wrap his arms around you, disentangling your hands so he could rub a line up and down your spine. You slid your hands into his hair in response, grinning when he melted against you, like he was trying to burrow into you. "You'd really run away with me?"

"I've done it before," you reminded him. "I mean, I think we're codependent enough that even if you ran away without me, I'd still find you. But I can see us in our own place, away from Bruce and the Manor. You going to class to get an education degree or something. Volunteering at the theatre on your time off. Drama coach maybe."

"You've thought about it?" Jason asked quietly, hands stilling.

There was something in his tone that had you tensing. It wasn't something you heard often, given Jason's usual allergy to feelings and discussing them, even with you sometimes, but this sounded similar. It was a tone he adopted when he had been told something he didn't quite know what to do with, something he didn't quite know how to feel about.

"I mean, you haven't? We're practically ancient, Jason," you tried, attempting humor as an out.

Jason didn't take it.

"You've seriously thought about us like that?" he asked, pulling away just enough to see your face.

Something akin to terror crawled up your throat at his phrasing. Something rose like a tidal wave, threatening to drag you under.

You had to get the situation back under control. You had to do something to divert his attention.

Despite what Jason seemed to think, it was rather easy to love him. Yes, he was brash, impulsive, rather allergic to authority in most forms, and he was as stubborn as a mule, but his heart was in the right place most of the time. He was just another kid who'd been fucked over the people in his life, the system, and just the universe in general.

Having known him since you were kids was a huge advantage when it came to getting past Jason's defenses, but that didn't mean that you incapable of stepping on a land mine.

Jason let you do a lot of things others could only dream about. Touching him as freely as you could was a gift, being able to tease and poke fun was delightful and carefully regulated to when there was no one else around.

But admitting that you had feelings for him that weren't entirely platonic was the equivalent of throwing your relationship with him over the ledge he'd just been standing on.

It had been pretty easy, the last few years, to hide it. At first, there had been a phase where, no matter what was going on, even the thought of Jason had you grinning. Then there had been the warm cheeks and the upset stomach. Those things had settled into a low contentment.

It didn't matter that there was no way in hell he returned your feelings. It didn't matter that there was no way in hell you were going to get half of the things that you wanted. It was okay. Because having him as a friend was a thousand times better than losing him.

Giving him the support that he needed and getting his friendship in return was more than enough.

Besides, he had made his type very clear, and it wasn't you.

You chuckled awkwardly as Jason continued to stare at you. "I mean, Jay, c'mon, do you really think you and Bruce could live in the same house- even one as big as the Manor- forever? I mean, I know we wouldn't live together forever either though. You're gonna get a partner at some point and I'll either move out or you will."

You tried to back up, to put some space between you, like that would lessen the intensity of the stare he was giving you, but Jason clung tighter.

He wasn't letting you go, then.

"No, I don't think that's what you meant," he said, resolving settling into his voice as he somehow managed to pull you closer. "That's not what it sounded like."

"What did it sound like?" slipped out without your permission, and you had the sudden, intense urge to throw yourself off the ledge, just to save yourself the embarrassment.

This also didn't seem like the kind of conversation that you should have been having with the friend who had been contemplating pitching themselves off the roof of a building just a few minutes ago.

"Doll," Jason started, but you panicked.

"Look, Jay, a lot of people think shit like that about their friends. Well, normal people anyway. It doesn't have to be a weird thing. Please don't make it a weird thing."

You watched as his face went through about fifty different emotions before he hesitantly nodded.

"Good, then we should probably head back inside. Tell me tomorrow what the plan is," you said, pushing yourself out of his arms and backing towards the exit.

You paused by the door, just to make sure that he was following you in. You were desperate, not stupid.

Hopefully, this would be one of the things that Jason let go. One could hope anyway.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #reader #jason my beloved #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #dc titans jason todd #dc titans jason todd fluff #dc titans jason todd angst #i want to put my hands in his hair #i want to love this man #jason todd is baby and you can't convince me otherwise

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linaliteracy · 3 days

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Just not now... (Bangchan)

Pairing: Banchan x y/n (she/her)

Summary: you were sad and Chan did the best he could to show you he was still there.

English is not my first language so, if it has any mistakes, I apologize.

You knew you had been down but you couldn't understand why, it was all very new, specially because you didn't have Chan with you. Getting to your house and being alone was not something you liked, you recently started college again, it was your last year so you had to keep going until you got the paper saying you could work.

Not being able to call Chan was something killed you, but it has been easier since you started dating, not even a year ago. You didn't want to seem clingy but you needed someone, but at the same time you wanted no one.

You sat on the bed and didn't know what to do so you just showered, if you had a bad day a shower could cheer you up, so you tried but it just left you feeling helpless. You ordered a burger and some fries and sat in silence while watching a movie on TV.

Your phone rang, it was Bangchan, and your eyes filled with tears, you missed him so so much. You fought the urge to pick up, you were so sad you didn't want to see anyone.

"Hello?" You said slowly.

"Hi!" He said so enthusiastic that made your heart clench. You just wanted to hug him, but he was in Corea and you were in your couch. "I miss you"

You nodded and breathed.

"I miss you too, chan"

"Good" he said and hung up. You started at the phone.

What the fuck was that?

Someone nocked on your door and your hopes went up. Maybe it was him making a surprise, you didn't want to look through the peephole but you had to ask who was on the other side.

"Why don't you find out?"

You unlocked the door so fast and hugged him. The luggage made a sound when it fell from his hand and he gripped your waist and lifted you up. You started crying and so did he.

"I missed you so much" he mumbled softly in your ear. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, it's job and I am in second place."

He put you down on the floor and stared at your face with a determination you had never seen before.

"You will never be in second place for me, y/n. You are my first place and my job is my job but I love you much more than that."

"But..."

"You would never ask me to put you and my job in a place, that is why you are first, because you care so much to ask and wonder about it. You will be my first for as long as you let me have you. Hope that's a long time, not gonna lie."

Your sadness left, not completely but you had a warm place to go. And those words... were all you wanted to hear.

"You care about me?"

"How couldn't I? "He caressed your cheek and lifted your chin. "What's gotten to you?"

"I don't know... I've been down... don't want to face it now. Just wanna be with you."

"Let's go."

#bang chan #bangchan fanfic #bangchan fluff #bangchan imagines #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #straykids x reader

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parasocialcelebritycrush · 9 months

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two tickets to oppenheimer please!!!

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draxua · 19 days

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this is literally so lame but I wanted to make something based on @peachdues ' fic series The Netherwood, and I've been a tad too busy to draw so here's how I've been seeing Y/N in gacha life instead 😭💔

Tumblr ruining the quality as per usual, shakes fist

#willowblabbing #I never left my gacha phase I'm still a kid at heart I don't wanna grow up #But here you go peach!!#I hope its ok-#😭#i need to draw her so bad #but COLLEGE ASSIGNMENTS 💔

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sailforvalinor · 2 months

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Val Is Pretty Sure She Might Be Losing Her Mind, more at 11

#okay so y’all. do you happen to remember Alcott Boy? the guy I had a crush on from school last year (or really the whole time I’ve been in #college honestly) who had Opinions on Little Women #yeah him. anyway I thought I was over my crush on him but GUESS WHAT it’s back and worse than ever #like I only have one class with him that’s once a week but guys guys I feel like I’m LOSING MY MIND like. I’ve never felt the urge to #actually go up to a guy and say ‘hey do you wanna go out with me?’!! like I would never actually do that but the urge is most definitely #there??? and it’s not even that he’s cute (although I mean I think he’s cute) but he’s really really intelligent and funny and very notably #always willing to bring up his faith in class discussions (and this isn’t really the campus for that) and I’ve always admired him for that #(this is also the boy that looked at something I wrote in fiction class and said ‘that’s it that’s what love is supposed to be like!!’ LIKE #) and I genuinely don’t know what to do #like should I be concerned that I feel this strongly so soon after The Boy?? should I be concerned that this might just be limerance???#my roommate has been offering to talk to him for me and ask if he’s single and is it insane that I’m actually considering it???#like if I’m going to now is the ideal time—I’ve already had my class with him this week and spring break is next week #and I’m certain he would never make me feel bad if he didn’t feel the same. but if he did wouldn’t he have said something by now? I don’t #know I don’t know I don’t knooowww #but I graduate in two months and I don’t want to regret it for the rest of my life

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spn2006 · 8 months

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if sam winchester was transfem then there absolutely would’ve been a bit in the first episode where dean sees her at stanford for the first time since she transitioned, doesn’t recognise her, and just immediately starts flirting with this vaguely familiar 6’5” hot girl like the horny motherfucker he is. and of course sam plays along bc when is the next time she’s gonna get to embarrass her brother THIS bad

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ereborne · 2 months

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What is a Monday? A miserable little pile of obligations.

semester turnover restructure

generate/send out error reporting

figure out how to separate out unique counts

create polite reply to Massive Dick Move email

finish the bad book >:(

bò kho (not an obligation. dinner)

laundry

lizard bath

#yapping tag #I spent my weekend trying to sleep and now all my chores are due today and I wanna complain. grump grump grump whine.#the semester turnover restructure actually is a pet project so that part I like! I wish I could take my time with it though #the error reporting is. well it's easy to generate (it's actually running now) and it's tedious but uncomplicated to send out #but then I'm going to spend the rest of the day getting passive-aggressive responses from everybody #in a just world my coworkers would respond to careful itemized lists of all their fuckups with 'thank you Alexis you're so helpful #we really appreciate you flagging our mistakes two weeks before the system final-saves them forever into stone. have a cookie!'#but alas #if I'd been any less stressed and frantic when I first established the error reporting I'd have set up a separate address to send them from #write up some template emails and let the reporting all come out of the mythical 'automatic system thing'#--every 'automatic system thing' in our college is me or IT on my behalf. even the people who hired me for this don't seem to realize #if only I'd known from the beginning that nobody would ever connect me and my systems! I'd be exploiting the shit out of it--#the unique counts is going to be a headache. no idea how I'm going to structure the coding for it. might be fun to invent? we'll see #the Massive Dick Move email response also will be an invention. 'hello Mr Massive Dick I am karma here to smite you' but polite #the bad book >:( I don't want to read any more of but the deal I made with my friend is he sends me free books and I report back #we did not discuss a special 'get out of book free' card for when the main character is a godawful shit sibling. (should've done though)#beef stew is good! mostly it's on the list so I don't forget to set the timers #laundry and lizard bath can wait until tomorrow if they must but they shouldn't wait any longer than that. lizard and I will get stinky

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skrunksthatwunk · 5 months

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have just been introduced to a kitten named rascal who lives on my floor and whose babysitters (who are not his owner?) were trying Really hard to goad me into adopting which like. he's a little baby and he's so so so silly and he barely even bit me but like also. this cat isn't yours???? anyway if the owner's giving him up then I might finally have a cat which like AHHHHHG