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luveline · 21 hours

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Missing my zombie!steve husband 🫶🏻

quiet day at the camp… hope something bad isn’t brewing… zombie apocalypse au <3 fem, 2k

Steve loves the sound of the river, but he only allows himself a moment to lay down on the riverbank during laundry hours.

You stand knee deep in the water with your pants and sleeves rolled up, the corrugated metal of an old shed roof that’s been repurposed into a washing board held to your chest. It was pointless to roll your sleeves up, you’re soaked to the bone, even your hair, but the summer sun keeps you warm.

“Don’t get too hot!” you call.

“I’m fine,” he says, unwilling to shout.

“He’s fine!” Robin shouts from beside him. “Numbskull.”

Steve stares at you, locking you in, so to speak, the nice shape of your hip and stomach, the mess of your wet hair. Tonight, he’ll help you fix it, but there’s no rush and no hurry to dry off while the sun is out, and the fences are up. He turns onto his stomach. Grass tickles his cheeks.

“You sure you’re okay?” Robin asks quietly.

“Fine. Can you tell me if she needs help?”

“Sure.” He listens to the sounds of her moving, likely pulling the slim lengths of her legs against her chest to hug herself, the tan leaves of a book spread out just in front of her.

Steve could really go for a cigarette. You swapped the last box you found for toothpaste, isn’t that how it always goes? You and Robin found a cheat code in the apocalypse, nicotine with a capital ‘N’. You swap Arctic chewable for socks without holes and boxes of Marlboro’s for the bathroom essentials. Everybody wants them, and you’re great at finding them. Steve never thought he’d crave a cigarette again considering he wasn’t addicted, having smoked for a couple of months in high school to feel cool with his friends, stopping when his mom asked him to. He doesn’t remember why. She’d asked, and he’d listened, as he used to do. Swim team, cross country, basketball, lifeguard training, mowing the lawn, not upsetting his father, taking out the trash, vacuuming, no drinking and driving; task after task after task. Some of it was easy. He liked doing the dishes, and he loved taking care of his mom even if she didn’t feel the same.

Not that it matters now. Does it matter now? He’s never gonna see her again. She’s a memory. She’s a bad memory, most of the time.

The more he reflects on it, he decides. She was a bit shitty, but she’s his mom, and she’s likely gone, so he’ll try to remember the cookies they made together and the way she’d smile at him after she tied his shoelaces before school. And also the mean fucking bitch she’d turn into when she drank two glasses of wine.

“What are you thinking about?” Robin asks.

“That’s the wrong soap,” you say from the river. Your voice floats over the breeze.

“Fuck off, soap is soap,” Eddie says, your not-so-new friend, Steve’s sworn enemy.

“I’m just saying,” you laugh. “Look, I’ll wash, you rinse.”

“I’m thinking about that time,” Steve begins, holding his hand out toward her, open but not expectant, “when my mom and dad came home early from his business trip in Missouri and found us sleeping together.”

“I’d never heard your dad laugh before,” Robin says.

“My mom really didn’t like you after that.” He smiles as she takes his hand. They were a lot more touchy, pre-apocalypse. He misses that sometimes.

“I don’t even think she thought we were dating.”

“She was disgusted.”

“She said we were being weird teenagers.”

“I guess we were. I never had a friend like you before so maybe I can’t blame her,” he says. He has something special with you, you’re a best friend because you’re half of his heart, but Robin was his first proper best friend, and remains it. “I missed you a lot when we were stuck in Indiana. There were a ton of times where shit would go wrong and I would get mad at you because I knew you’d know how to fix it, but you weren’t there.”

“You’d get mad at me?” Robin asks, squeezing his hand. “You jerk. Be mad at yourself.”

“Can you wait for me next time?” he asks.

Robin’s quiet, then she laughs, “I’m nodding but you can’t see.”

He wonders how she’s feeling. He admits to not doing that much in the past. Not that he didn’t think about how he made others feel, he was always worrying about that after Nancy, but he can’t say he thought of it in the moment. Steve forces himself to sit up and offer his arms for a hug, which Robin gladly accepts, her frazzled laugh on his neck as he pats her back.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“You know Y/N says I’m possessive?”

Robin leans away, fingers curled around his elbow. “You’re fighting?”

“No, just. She says I’m possessive, that I get mad about, you know, my people.”

“Right. Isn’t everybody?”

“I never thought I did. I’m not, like, too proud most of the time.”

“Steve, this is super introspective,” she says, frowning, smiling, a weird expression somewhere melding in the middle of happy and concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s fine if you’re not.” She laughs shrilly. “I woke up the other day and cried and then ten minutes later I felt fine. I’m far from okay.”

Steve glances past Robin’s head to watch you in the river. You’re sitting down amongst the stones. It really isn’t too deep, water to your ribcage washing suds down to Munson, who’s smiling at you kindly, not smarmy or flirting, just smiling.

“Why did you cry?” he asks quietly.

“I missed my cousin, I think.”

Steve curls his arm behind her head and encourages her in for a fiercer hug.

“Think we should probably go help them,” she mumbles.

He takes it for the brush off that it is; sincerity is too much to take, sometimes. If she wants to be evasive about it that’s okay, she already took the leap and admitted to getting upset.

“I cried thinking about Y/N’s hands the other day,” he says.

“Steve.” Robin rubs her eye with the heel of her hand. “I don’t even know what to tell you.”

“What? I’m trying to show you I’m pathetic so you don’t feel bad.”

“I know you’re pathetic, and I don’t feel bad.” She climbs off of the ground and brushes broken grass off of her legs. Steve climbs up next to her, nudging her with his elbow. “You’re mucho pathetic. It’s kind of crazy.”

“I think I might try and drown him,” he says conversationally.

“Why now?”

“Why do you think?” Steve asks, toeing off his shoes and peeling off his socks, nearly pitching forward on the wet bank closer to the river.

You and Eddie look up as they approach from different spots of the water. Your smile at seeing him winds him for the thousandth time, just so happy to see him, so in love with you he doesn’t even know what to do for a few seconds. “Hey, honey,” he says, “can I help?”

“Now you wanna help?” you ask, gesturing to your soaked front.

You’re messing with him, and he doesn’t care anyways, you can talk to him like crap if you want to. He shuffles down from the mud of the riverbank and into the water, cold and wet like a shock against his ankles, softer as it climbs to his knees. You’re sitting where it’s more shallow, opposed to Eddie on his knees and almost drowning further down. He puts his hand on your wet shoulder and kneels down in the water beside you. “Wanna hug?” you tease.

Steve hugs you. Doesn’t care that you’re soaking or that the water is freezing against his crown jewels, though he shivers by your ear, prompting your laugh like bubbles in his own. “It’s cold,” he says.

“Freezing!”

Not to be a freak, but he can feel your chest pressed to him, and he knows you get achy in the cold. He wraps his arms doubly behind your back and rubs at your sides. “How much laundry’s left?” he asks. “We’re gonna get hypothermia. Again.”

“You didn’t get hypothermia,” you remind him, folding into his space. “Steve… is everything okay?”

“Do I look mopey today? Robin just asked me the same thing.”

“You don’t look mopey, but you’re being touchy. You’re cuddling.”

“How am I not supposed to cuddle you, dummy? I’m keeping you warm enough to function right now. Without me you’d be an ice cube floating down the river.” He leans back to hold your face in one hand, your cheek under his thumb, water racing down his wrists and your neck.

You push against his hand gently with your cheek.

“Sorry,” he says.

“What for?”

For lots of things. “I didn’t realise how cold the water was. I would’ve come to help you.”

“It’s fine. I scrub everything and then Eddie catches it. We’ve only lost one pair of underwear,” you say. “The river’s like a long washing machine.”

“How much do you have left?” he asks.

“Nothing. I was just about to get out.”

“Couldn’t have told me that before I came to get you?”

“No,” you say, lifting your chin. Not challenging, but close. It’s an offer, Steve decides, kiss me or don’t kiss me. You don’t seem to realise he doesn’t decide, he needs you. If you always wanted to kiss him, you’d always be kissing, all the time, everywhere.

Steve gives you a quick peck. “Come on, let’s go set up the line.”

You somehow, together, make your way back to the tents without freezing to death after throwing your clothes on a drying line between trees. It’s warm enough that stripping down to your skivvies is mildly pleasant (away from the eyes of the other campers). You get dressed in the softest clothes you own upon Steve’s insistence, sweatpants and a dark hoodie, three pairs of socks and the tent door left open, before he lays you down on the sleeping bag, and settles between your legs, his full weight bearing down on you, his face nestled in the damp crook of your neck.

“I couldn’t kiss you the right way,” he confesses.

“Why?” You pull mildly at the ends of his hair.

“‘Cos I always want more than one kiss.”

“That’s a strangely romantic way to say you wanted to make out with me,” you whisper.

“It’s not like that,” he insists, even though he does want to, and he did in the river, and he does all the time.

“You’re getting kinda heavy, Steve,” you mumble.

“What?”

“It’s a good thing.”

“How dare you.”

“We got sorta frail for a bit.” You wrap an arm around his head, tip of your nose to his forehead.

“Yeah. Lucky we’re in camp Eddie now,” Steve says.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” you murmur, so close to sleeping Steve can tell. You just need a feeling of security to nudge you over the edge.

“Lucky we’re together.” He climbs off of you slowly so as not to rouse you too much, kissing your slack cheek as he settles on your shoulder. “You and me. I don’t care where we are.”

He ends up falling asleep not long after you, lulled by the rhythm of your light snore.

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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Imagine if Jason's ghost form switched ages like Clockwork does but its based on his emotional state and depending on how he feels he goes between baby pre-Bruce Jason, Robin, dead Robin, actual zombie Jason, murdery Red Hood, bat Red Hood, etc

Ooh the angst and confusion that would happen to the family.

Need to hide?

Baby Jason.

Need not to feel?

Zombie Jason.

Need to do something fucked up

God forbid you get in the way of murder hood

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #jason todd #red hood #from the 📦

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 6

Eddie’s not there yet. But the turn is just around the corner. He’s going to be hit with some really harsh truths that he’s going to have to overcome.

And I hope you’ll excuse the weird POV shift in the middle of the first part.

Open mic night and not judging a book by its cover.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve was waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop when the door rang out it’s little bell announcing the arrival of a new customer. He turned to see who the poor schmuck was that braved the cold blustery day to get their caffeine fix like he did.

And groaned.

Eddie Munson. Again.

Eddie spotted him and his grin was positively feral. “Harrington,” he greeted. “I didn’t think this place would be good enough for the likes of you. I would have expected you to go to one of those fancy pants places with smoked beans and expensive shit like that.”

Steve tilted his head back and shuffled forward as the line moved. “Look, man. I get it. You think I’m some rich snob with no discerning taste in anything. But can you just let me have my one luxury on my one day off a week in peace. Please!”

Eddie’s tongue dragged over his teeth and he shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. He watched as the line moved slowly in front of him, keeping an eye on Steve as it did so.

When Steve spotted him, his shoulders hunched and ducked his head down as if he was expecting a blow instead of verbal sparring. Now where had that instinct came from? Eddie pondered as he shuffled forward with the rest of the Sunday zombies in search of their caffeine fix.

Steve got the front of the line and rattled off his order. “One doppio and one caramel frappuccino, to go.” And then he sat down to wait for his order.

Eddie looked over at him wondering if the other cup was for Buckley. He got to order his large black coffee and sat down close to where Steve sat.

Just then Robin came bursting in. She scanned the room and spotted them both. She scowled at Eddie but flashed Steve the biggest grin. And she inserted herself between them.

Steve looked up at her with a blinding smile. “Hey, Robs.”

“Hey, dingus,” she said, bumping his shoulder. “How long you’ve been waiting?”

Steve looked at his watch. “About ten minutes.”

Robin sighed dramatically. “I wish they would put a second person on the coffee making on Sundays. They know how busy it gets.”

Steve shrugged. “Capitalism.”

“Well it sucks,” she grumbled, settling in for the wait.

About five minutes later the barista came hurrying over to them. She handed Robin the frappuccino and Steve the doppio.

They rolled their eyes and when the barista’s back was turned they swapped drinks.

“I don’t know why they think you’re the sweet fan,” Steve groused as they got up to leave.

“I know, right?” Robin said as they made their way out of the shop.

Eddie blinked and furrowed his brow in confusion. Steve liked froo-froo drinks? Huh.

Curiouser and curiouser.

He was going to have to come here on Sundays more often.

To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement. Him and the Corroded Coffin boys had been playing together for ten years and knew how to rock it. But this was different. This was a chance they could make it big.

He helped his friends get their equipment on the stage. And he had to admit that maybe he had pre-judged the place. The stage was well lit and clean. The equipment was in good shape or even new. The bar itself was a little too new-agey for him, but it was nice.

He tuned his baby as Jeff and Brian tuned their instruments as well. Gareth tapped one of his drumsticks nervously on the e-snare.

Diamond came over to them just as they were finishing setting up. “Hey, guys, you about ready?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, five minutes?”

Diamond nodded back, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “This is just so great. I’ve never had a metal band in here before. Which is damn shame. They just don’t make them like Metallica and Mercyful Fate anymore.”

Eddie and this bandmates shared a glance.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a metal fan,” Jeff said honestly, gripping his guitar.

Diamond grinned. “Never judge a book by it’s cover boys.” He lifted his sleeve and showed them his Iron Maiden tattoo.

Eddie chuckled. “I’ve got one of those too.” And he pulled down his shirt to reveal the demon on his chest.

“Nice,” Diamond said with a grin. “I’ll let you buys finish up.” He pointed above them. “There’ll be a light above that will be red and then when it’s time for you to start, it’ll go green.”

Eddie looked up and saw what he meant. “Got it!”

Diamond scurried back to the bar to talk to the bartenders. He could see Chrissy chatting excitedly to him, bouncing up and down. She moved to go sit down at table near the front. Eddie smiled when he saw that his uncle was out there too.

He stepped up to the microphone and watched as the light changed from red to green. “Hey, Queen’s Crown! Thank you so much for having us. I’m Eddie and we are Corroded Coffin. We’ve got three great songs we hope you’ll love. The first is Boys Run, then Silent Killer, and our final number will be The Jester and the King.”

Just then Diamond moved behind the bar to reveal the other bartender, Garnet. Eddie and Garnet locked eyes and he knew he was fucked.

Steve fucking Harrington was Garnet.

Opal had come in and begged both Diamond and Steve to have her break around the time Corroded Coffin performed so she could properly listen to them play.

Steve and Diamond shared a glance and immediately agreed. Of course they’d let her watch her friends. They would be assholes to not to.

So they arranged for Diamond to take over during the fifteen minutes Corroded Coffin took the stage.

Things were going well, the bar was filled, booze was flowing freely, and the previous acts had been good.

And then Steve spotted the lead singer when he stepped up to the mic. But he couldn’t look away. Standing on the stage looking like some kind of rock god, was Eddie.

Eddie looked away first and Steve closed his eyes. He just prayed that Robin kept her cool long enough not to fuck this up.

She came bounding up the bar, just as Boys Run began. “Fucking hell. Did you know he was in a band?”

Steve shook his head. “Nope, first time hearing about it myself.”

She listed off table two’s orders and he got to work. He listened to them with a half an ear as people would come up and shout their orders in his face. But he got the gist of the songs. Boys Run was about growing up poor and living on the wrong side of town. Being expected to become a criminal just like his daddy and making it out anyway.

Silent Killer was about being queer in a small town. About how just looking at the same sex could get you killed. Steve related to that one so hard.

But the last one he only caught the vaguest impression of the song. It was the loudest and as far as Steve could tell the angriest. It was about an adoring jester who fell in love with a cruel and bitter king.

He didn’t like that one.

After their set, Chrissy came bounding up to them. “You guys were amazing!”

Eddie picked her up and swung her around, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. “Thanks to you!”

Chrissy laughed and swatted at him playfully. “The talent is all you guys, I just put you front and center where you deserve to be.”

Diamond came over to them as they packed up. “That was fucking fantastic. You boys got enough material for a two hour set?”

Eddie looked at his bandmates in shock. They all wore similar expressions of amazement.

“Yes, sir,” Gareth said with the biggest grin on his face. “Yes we do.”

Diamond clapped him and Eddie on the shoulders. “Brilliant! You boys free in two weeks?”

“Nothing we couldn’t heartlessly cancel,” Eddie replied with a cheeky grin.

Diamond winked and said, “I’ll see you boys then.” And then he walked off with a little wave of his hand over his shoulder.

Eddie looked back at Chrissy. “Did that just happen?”

She nodded, eyes wide. “Come on I want to introduce you to my co-workers before I have to go back to bar-tending.”

Eddie followed her, figuring that he could at least suck up playing nice to Steve for Chrissy.

They got five feet from the bar and he started backing up. “You know, I’ll meet them later, I really should get back to helping the guys.”

Chrissy looked over at the bar in confusion. All she could see was Topaz, Garnet, and Pearl chatting together.

Eddie on the other hand saw Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and holy fuck, Jonathan Byers, no doubt talking shit about his music and his band.

“I’ll grab us some beers,” she said instead of voicing her concern.

Eddie grinned. “Sounds good.”

Chrissy walked up to the bar with a small frown on her face. “My friend, Eddie didn’t want to meet you guys. It’s so weird. He was excited to meet before tonight.”

Jonathan coughed discreetly into his fist. “We’ve met.”

Chrissy furrowed her brow in confusion.

Robin rolled her eyes. “We all went to high school together. Eddie originally was the year above Garnet, and then he finally graduated with Topaz and me.”

Chrissy nodded. She knew it had taken him a bit to graduate from high school. “But shouldn’t he be at least a little interested in seeing how you’ve guys have been since you all graduated?”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“Um...” he hedged, “I don’t know how to say this without being a dick, so...Eddie hates my guts.”

Chrissy frowned and looked over at Eddie. “That doesn’t sound like him at all. Why?”

Steve just shrugged. “No fucking clue.”

“How did you meet Eddie?” Jonathan asked.

“Oh, we met at my last job,” Chrissy said, cheerfully. “He was fixing the owner’s line of catering trucks and we hit it off and dated for a while.”

Robin’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You dated Eddie Munson?”

Chrissy grinned. “Sure. Until I realized I was lesbian and then it got a little awkward. But he got over it, and now we’re best friends.” She winked at Robin who turned a dark shade of red.

Steve cleared his throat. “Here are the beers. Go have fun. Diamond gave you the rest of the night off. Something about owing you one for bringing on the best bands that have ever graced his stage to his attention.”

Chrissy grinned. “Thanks!”

Steve just shook his head as she went bouncing back to the Corroded Coffin boys.

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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bingbongsupremacy · 4 months

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ABC's

I tried thinking of characters with names that matched the ABC originally, but I'm just going by fic names now. Some r probably going to be short.

The plain x reader stories don't describe body type, size or gender.

Coming soon....

Almonds - Abby Anderson x reader

Summary: Abby shares the last bit of her food with you when times get tough.

Baby - Joel Miller x reader who can get pregnant

Summary: It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Camp Counselor Pt. 2 - Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

Don't Let Me Go - Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Every Night - Max Mayfield x reader

Summary: Every night since 7th grade, Max has made it a mission to say goodnight -Face to face. At tonight's visit, you discover that your friendship might have been more than you thought it was.

Fall Out - Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Isaac grows more and more strained as the days go by. Will he finally tell you what's going on?

Gumball Machine - Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: All you want is a gumball. Unfortunately, you're out of change.

Heart Breaker - Jonathan Byers x reader

Summary : No matter what you do, Jonathan Byers will never be in love with you. Not the way he is with Nancy anyways.

Incognito - Eddie Munson AU x reader

Summary: All you wanted was a cup of coffee from the new cafe on Main Street. You definitely didn't expect to spill coffee on the Metal Icon Eddie Munson.

Jacket - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: The night Chrissy went over to Eddie's trailer, you went to. I mean, you weren't going to let Chrissy just go to a strangers house without back up. Unfortunately, when things go wrong, you end up on the same wanted poster as Eddie. Together, you're forced to run away.

Knock Knock Pt.2 - Ellie Williams College AU

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

Lonely - Eddie Munson Zombie Apocolypse AU

Summary: A few days after the zombie apocolypse took over Hawkins you lost everyone. Once you finally run out of supplies, you're forced to venture out into the town, hoping not to run into anyone and make it to safety alive. Unfortunately, life doesn't always go how you want it.

Maybe Someday - Max Mayfield

Summary: You're in love with your best friend. Maybe someday she'll like you back.

New Traditions - Ellie Williams

Summary: While hanging out with Ellie you learn she's never celebrated Christmas before.

Outcast - Eddie Munson

Summary: Making friends in a new town is proving to be very hard. That's why when a strange guy asks if you want to join his club, you don't hesitate to join. After all, how bad could these guys be?

Promise - Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie promised to come back. After Eddie cut the sheet, preventing you from following him back into the upside down, he promised he'd come back.

Quiet - Johnathan Byers

Summary: When El offers to watch your newborn baby, you're finally able to get some desperately needed sleep.

Reciprocate - John Murphy

Summary: For as long as you've known John, he's always held you at an arms length distance. He's never shared more than he has to. That's why when his behaviors start changing, you're very confused.

Secret Admirer - Steve Harrington

Summary: Never would you have imagined that someone could have a crush on you.

Tell Me Pretty Lies - Theo Raekan

Summary: You've had a feeling that Theo might be cheating on you for a while. Is everything he's said a lie?

Under the Trees - Robin Buckley

Summary: You're in love with Robin. You have been since Freshman year. It breaks your heart whenever she talks about another girl. Unfortunately for you, lately that seems to be all she has to talk about.

Valentine - Max Mayfield

Summary : You ask Max to be your Valentine, unsure of how it's going to play out.

Weak - John Murphy

Summary: You're sick. After days of taking care of the fellow 100, you start to feel the affects of sickness taking over. Who's going to take care of you?

Xenial - Joel Miller

Summary: You're a newcomer in Jackson. Due to lots of new people, you're left with no choice but to share a house with Ellie and Joel. It's only temporary, right?

Yearbook - Nancy Wheeler

Summary: It's finally the end of senior year. While flipping through the pages of your signature filled yearbook, you discover something you never thought you would.

Zander's Pizzaria - Peter Parker

Summary: Closing sucks. Especially when your coworker calls out sick and you're left to do everything by yourself. Things take a turn for the worst when gun welding thiefs threatens your life.

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ailendolin · 8 days

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Hope - A BBC Ghosts Fanfic

Title: Hope [AO3]

Characters: pre-Nigel/Thomas, Jean, the Plague Ghosts

Summary: Thomas can't handle the quiet after Alison, Mike and Mia leave.

A/N: I began writing this after I finally got to see the final episode of Ghosts last January and couldn't stop thinking about how difficult that first night after the Coopers left must have been for the ghosts with the house being all quiet and everyone probably retreating into their rooms to deal with the new situation on their own.

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Hope

It was late. Not yet past midnight but still later than usual according to the chime of the old grandfather clock that echoed too loudly through the silent house. Normally, Nigel and the others went to bed early just as they’d done their whole lives but today was not a normal day.

Today, Alison and Mike had left.

Alison had tears in her eyes when she’d come down to the basement to say goodbye earlier. It had been painfully obvious to Nigel that a part of her didn’t want to leave but he hadn’t told her that. He did not want to be the person making this harder for her than it already was. She’d made her decision, for better or worse, and all he could do now was support her in it. So he’d smiled at her and said, “Have a good life, Alison.”

And he’d meant it. He and the others did not begrudge her selling the house. They would miss her, though. She had always been kind to them – even if she did call them zombies, once – and made sure to keep the light on so they would not have to sit in the dark. Today, she’d turned off the light for the first time in years.

“I’ll leave the door open for you guys,” she’d said with one last smile. “I know it’s not the same but this way, you’ll at least have a little light when the electricity will be cut tomorrow.”

The moment she’d turned around, Mick started crying.

It was another reminder that everything would be different now, and Nigel wasn’t sure how he felt about that. The hotel would turn the house upside down and they knew their little corner of it would not escape the renovations. Alison had said they would love the sauna but he had to admit he was still a little sceptical about it.

“Won’t it smell if all the livings come down here to sweat?” he’d asked the others back when Alison had first informed them about the plans.

Geoff had shrugged. “Can’t be worse than us, eh?”

That had gotten a laugh out of everyone.

There was no laughter ringing through the house this night; no calls for dinner from the kitchen, no crying from Mia, no music playing. The quietness reminded Nigel of the time when Humphrey had been alive, and not in a good way, and he could tell the others felt it too. Even though no one said a word, it was clear none of them were eager to go to sleep that night.

So they talked – about the time Mike tried to repair the boiler and nearly blew up the house in the process, about that memorable night when Alison desperately tampered with the lights to imitate Robin, and that fateful Christmas Day a little over two years ago when Thomas’s portrait found its way down to them and caused all sorts of excitement.

“Thank god we’re over that,” Walter’s wife said and the others nodded in agreement.

Nigel glanced over at the portrait in the corner where it stood half-covered and among a myriad of other things Alison and Mike had left behind, and thought, Speak for yourself.

He might no longer be blinded by Thomas’s posed prettiness but that didn’t mean he didn’t find him handsome at all. There was just something about the way Thomas held himself that drew him in. Nigel had likened him to a flamingo once and he stood by that. Thomas was graceful, and his voice – oh it was the sound dreams were made of. Misty Glade might have been a mess of words and metaphors but Nigel didn’t think he’d even have noticed if the others hadn’t started questioning it because Thomas had recited it so beautifully. Thomas could read from the boiler manual for all he cared if it meant he’d get to listen to that beautiful deep cadence of his voice again or watch him prance around on stage playing a prince with all the pathos in the world.

If he were pressed to name the moment when he realised the portrait situation had been more than a passing fancy for him, Nigel would say it was the end of the panto. Thomas had looked so happy then – so completely at ease and content it had taken Nigel’s breath away. He’d never realised how beautiful Thomas’s smile was until he saw it that night in the gentle glow of the Christmas lights, and a part of him began to dream that Thomas would smile at him like that one day.

That was all it was, though: a dream. Nigel had never had any illusions that it could be more, which was why he didn’t tell anyone about what that foolish heart of his felt every time Thomas was so much as mentioned. Judging by the looks Jean sometimes gave him, he suspected she knew anyway. She seemed to have an uncanny sixth sense for this sort of thing – perhaps that’s how managed to hide her feelings for Geoff for so long, Nigel mused with a smile.

When he tuned back in to the conversation, the topic had moved from Thomas’s portrait to the panto.

“Oh, it was so much fun, wasn’t it?” Geoff’s wife said with a happy sigh.

“I did not like the sisters,” Mick grumbled.

Everyone groaned and gave him a look.

“You were not supposed to, silly,” Jean said. “They were meant to be like that.”

“Cinderella deserved better,” Mick insisted.

Nigel was just about to remind him that she ended up with the handsome prince in the end when the soft sound of a throat being cleared made him and the others turn towards the open basement door in unison. To his surprise, Thomas was standing there, looking terribly small and self-conscious in the gloom.

“Knock knock,” he said softly without looking up from his shoes. His fingers were nervously fiddling with the cuff of his sleeves, making him look restless and skittish. “I, uhm … didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

“And yet you have,” Walter said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and staring him down. “What do you want?”

Thomas took an involuntary step backwards. His eyes flicked up, just briefly, but long enough for Nigel to see that they were a little too wide; a little too frantic and glassy.

“Sorry,” Thomas mumbled. He hunched his shoulders and turned away. “I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”

“No, wait!” Nigel said and before he knew it, he was across the room. Ignoring the irritated look Walter gave him, he gently touched Thomas’s arm – not to hold him back but to reassure him he meant no harm. “What’s going on?”

Thomas sniffed pitifully and hung his head.

“The house is so quiet,” he whispered. There was a lost look in his eyes when he glanced up, and a silent plea for Nigel not to make him spell out why he’d come here. It tugged at Nigel’s heart and crush or not, he knew in that moment that he would not send Thomas away to suffer this loss they all felt so keenly alone.

“It is, isn’t it?” he said softly. Giving Thomas’s arm a squeeze, he added, “Come on, you can sit with us for a while.”

“Excuse me–“ Geoff’s wife and Walter said in unison only for Jean to shush them both with a heartfelt, “Oh shut up, you two. We’ve got room for one more.”

Walter glowered at her. “Not if he starts reciting his bloody poetry we don’t.”

Thomas seemed to shrink in on himself at the sharp words and it took all of Nigel’s willpower not to rub his arm reassuringly – or turn around and punch Walter in the face. As satisfying as the latter might feel, he was not in the mood for a row with Walter, not tonight.

“Don’t listen to him,” he told Thomas instead, careful to keep his voice soft and gentle. “It’s okay if you don’t want to be alone right now.”

The small but grateful smile Thomas gave him did nothing to calm the butterflies fluttering nervously about in Nigel’s stomach.

“There’s enough people upstairs if he needs someone to hold his hand,” Walter muttered under his breath but a quick glare from Jean finally shut him up.

“They’ve all gone to bed early,” Thomas said with his head bent low as Nigel led him over to a corner. “We … we haven’t really talked, not since–“

His breathing hitched and he closed his eyes against the emotions threatening to well up inside him. As gently as he could, Nigel helped him sit down on the old stone floor before he joined him. He wasn’t surprised when Jean settled down on Thomas’s other side.

“It sucks sometimes, doesn’t it? Being alone with your own thoughts?” she asked kindly.

Thomas sighed and nodded, almost helplessly. “I keep thinking about what tomorrow will be like, and the following weeks and months and years, and I just – I can’t stop.”

Jean smiled in understanding. “So you came down here for a distraction because god knows we never shut up.”

Thomas hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry. I did not mean–”

“Hey,” Nigel said, cutting him off before the self-blame could take hold. “Don’t worry about it. We’re glad to have you here.”

“Some of us certainly are,” Jean smirked, not even trying to hide her knowing grin when Nigel glared at her.

Luckily for Nigel, Thomas neither noticed the silent conversation he was having with Jean nor the blush Nigel knew was creeping up the back of his neck. He just pulled his legs up to his chest so he could rest his chin on his knees and said, very quietly. “Thank you. I … I wasn’t sure I would be welcome, considering what happened last year.”

“Well, you were a bit of a prick, I’ll give you that,” Jean told him bluntly before her face softened into a smile. “But then again, so were we.”

“It was rude of us to interrupt you,” Nigel agreed. “The least we could have done was let you finish your poem before we started asking questions.”

Thomas blinked at them in confusion. “Why are you being so … nice about this? I … I called you names!”

Nigel exchanged an amused look with Jean before he shrugged and said, “To be honest I still have no idea what a wazzock even is.”

“And you know, it’s never too late to apologise for one’s behaviour,” Jean added gently. Almost stricken, Thomas looked up at her. She gave him an encouraging nod. “Go on.”

Taking a deep breath, Thomas met Nigel’s eyes. “I truly am sorry.”

He sounded so sincere that Nigel couldn’t help but smile. “It’s okay. I’m not one to hold grudges anyway.”

He glanced over at Mick who stopped mid-sentence to stick his tongue out to him and then continued talking to John as if nothing had happened. Nigel grinned, glad they’d reached a point where they could gently joke about Mick’s role in their deaths now, and turned back to Thomas. Feeling a little brave, he gently nudged his shoulder and quietly asked, “Do you want to talk about today? About Alison leaving?”

Thomas stared at him, wide-eyed and looking terribly young, and for a moment Nigel could just imagine him as a little boy: all gangly limbs and with a heart that would always be too big for his chest.

“I’d rather not,” Thomas said softly and averted his eyes. His voice was thick with grief as he hugged his legs more tightly and added, “I just … don’t want to think about it for a little while.”

“That’s all right,” Nigel said easily. “What would you like to talk about instead?”

He expected Thomas to launch into a lecture about the finer points of poetry, or perhaps even a poem to keep his mind occupied and distracted. Instead, Thomas turned those expressive eyes onto him and asked, “Would you tell me about yourself? We’ve been living – well, ghosting – in this house together for nearly two centuries and I know little but your name about you.”

Oh, Nigel thought. Panicking, he looked to Jean for help. He wanted to say he was surprised to find her trying not to laugh at his predicament but he wasn’t. Giving her one of his most vicious glares which seemed to only make her press her hand to her mouth harder to keep from laughing, he turned back to Thomas and stammered, “Well, there’s not really much to know. I lived a rather boring life, I’m afraid.”

“I refuse to believe that,” Thomas said with such intensity that Nigel felt himself melt under his gaze. “Simple, perhaps, but not boring. Not with this lot around.”

He nodded to the other villagers and Nigel huffed out a laugh because Thomas had a point. His life, simply as it might have been, had certainly not been uneventful. So he started at the beginning. “The bluebells were in bloom when I was born. I was my parents’ second child. My sister Susanna was born two years before me, and my brother Henry three years after me. I loved them both very dearly but Henry was always sickly and …”

Just like that, he found himself talking about people he hadn’t thought about in decades and sharing memories he usually shied away from and preferred to forget. Nigel did not know why he was telling Thomas all those painful, private things. Perhaps it was because of the way Thomas was looking at him, silent but attentive – as if in that moment, Nigel had become the centre of his universe. Or perhaps it had just been too long since he’d talked about his family and their ghosts were tired of being forgotten. Whatever it was, not only Thomas and Jean were listening to him intently – the others were as well. No one interrupted him as he talked about his short life, and when he was done, Thomas gave him a soft, grateful smile that made him duck his head and said, “See? Not boring at all.”

One by one, each of them began to tell their tale. They didn’t even notice the hours passing until Lady Button’s scream echoed through the house, heralding a new dawn. Looking at the tired but content faces of the people he had known all his life and death as they settled down to sleep, Nigel smiled. They might have their differences but at the end of the day, there was no one he would rather be stuck with in the afterlife than them.

His gaze wandered to Thomas. He had fallen asleep on his shoulder, a warm, solid presence against his side, and his face looked more peaceful than Nigel had ever seen it. He felt his smile soften and suddenly, desperately found himself wishing that this were not a one-time thing – that he could be someone Thomas would seek out in moments like this; someone Thomas might even come to love one day, like Alison or Lady Isabelle. He was so tired of being alone.

“Don’t lose heart,” Jean said quietly. It was something his mother had once told him as well, back when Nigel had confessed to her that it wasn’t pretty girls like Jean who made his heart beat faster. There had been sadness in his mother’s eyes, then, but understanding and acceptance too, and he saw the same in Jean’s now when their eyes met in the dark. She did not make him any promises, did not tell him that Thomas would madly fall in love him, but she did tell him that he was not alone and that there was always hope.

And hope, Nigel thought as he allowed himself to lean his head against Thomas’s and close his eyes, was all he could ask for.

#thomas thorne #nigel the plague ghost #jean the plague ghost #norne #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic

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willel · 7 months

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I've wanted some kind of Jonathan and Steve friendship or comradery for a while. It may be because the actors have wanted this from the very start, but I am a big enjoyer of trios.

I despise love triangles that overstay their welcome. Especially love triangles that have already died and are resurrected because the writers can't think of anything more interesting to do.

Nah, I prefer a team of three pre and post love triangle drama. In real life I know it's probably way harder to get along with people you were previously in a love triangle with, especially if it ended badly or violence was involved. Which it was. But also see so much potential in a dynamic like that. The three of you have literally been through hell and back. Fought each other. Hated each other. Protected each other. At the end of the day, because of all that drama, you somehow know each other very well and can't help but want to stick around.

All that said, I don't like what season 4 did with this at all. Like I mentioned, I loathe zombie love triangles. I hate that they used Robin and Eddie's characters to dig it up and give Steve second thoughts about the whole thing. I dislike it even further than Steve doesn't have the decency to not make intentional moves on someone who is already in a relationship.

I think season 2 did a great thing by showing even though Jonathan and Steve don't exactly get along, he purposely got out of Steve's way and even lied for Steve about leaving the party to help a relationship that wasn't even his.

Petty love triangle relationship drama aside, no matter which side you land on or which ship you ship, I appreciate how they wrote Jonathan's behavior back then and I wish that had been extended to Steve. I also believe Steve would be the kind of person to lie or make up excuses for someone else from time to time, so why didn't they write that?

What I want for next season is basically the same thing, but better. I don't want more scenes of Steve trying to "win the girl". I want scenes of Steve trying to figure Jonathan out. What makes him different. Why did Nancy choose him? Who is he? I don't need Steve trying to fix Nancy and Jonathan's relationship, that isn't a requirement. I just need Steve to come to some kind of understanding about Jonathan specifically.

As an extension of that, I'd like Robin to do the same thing as I didn't appreciate her role in the S4 relationship drama either.

It's like they've both made up their mind about Jonathan without knowing him at all and tried to undercut him. I mean, that is something teenagers and young adults do so I'm not hating them for it. Just urg, why did it have to be written that way. They writers didn't have to do that.

On the reverse side of that, I want Jonathan to be doing the same. Who is Steve really? He's not that bad apparently so why not figure that out for himself? Doubtful they'll find a lot in common but hey, maybe they do find that one thing they can get along on and become friendly or friends?

If Robin and Steve are witness to Will (and El) being targeted again, maybe they can both come to an epiphany like "Oh, that's why he's like this. I get him now." (by that I mean, Jonathan's crippling fear of his family suffering or being alone, so much so he will drop EVERYTHING. School, friendships, and even relationships will take a backseat for the purpose of protecting his family)

I don't want this to turn into a "Gasp, I didn't realize you were sooooo amazing Steve!" I really want some mutual "You know... you aren't too bad at all." energy. It's LONG overdue.

Do I have any real hopes of this happening? No. Lol. This kind of stuff would require them actually writing Jonathan for once, which they haven't done a significant amount of in 2 seasons. My true hope is that they will completely shock and surprise me, pull a 180, and make a Steve and Jonathan friendship believable because I really do like the idea of it if it's coming from a mutual place of understanding and respect.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #theory

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oh-dameron · 1 year

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At quiet times on the Sunny, usually when everyone else is asleep, Robin will sit in the galley with Sanji and read aloud. Sanji enjoys stories but doesn't usually make time to sit and be drawn into a book; Robin loves to talk about characters like they're old friends but doesn't find her taste overlaps much with Nami or Chopper, the other big readers on board. In the grey light of pre-dawn they read Pride & Prejudice while Sanji arranges mise en place for breakfast. Late in the evening Robin sips a cup of tea and reads of Elizabeth and Darcy while Sanji checks inventory, writes shopping lists and menu plans. When Darcy makes his disastrous proposal Sanji carefully sets down his paring knife and sits in stillness beside Robin and just. listens.

Bonus: When someone else wanders through the galley Robin embellishes, adding zombies and sword fights.

#One piece #One piece headcanons #sanji #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #one piece robin #nico robin

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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YET ANOTHER snippet of my spicy six zombie au, this time it's steddie's fic, the one that started it all<3 i'm hoping to start posting this series by the end of the week!! tw: mild sexual content

March 10th, 1986. Excerpt from the Hawkins Post.

Reports in Los Angeles of cannibalistic, brain-dead individuals attacking innocent civilians and transferring their unknown disease. Individuals look like they’re actively decaying and they’re typically sluggish but incredibly dangerous. Medical professionals do not understand how they are surviving with massive blood loss and in worse cases, missing organs. So far, it only seems to be in California and troops are being sent to handle them. No one knows how large these groups are or the most effective way to stabilize the threat.

Steve Harrington is a decently rational person. He wasn’t before the apocalypse. Definitely loved to jump to conclusions and make a huge mess of things before knowing all the details. Spoke and acted before thinking. But now, he’s learned to be more level-headed. He had to be in this environment.

He is one of six adults with a hoard of teenagers and one pre-teen that are all under their care. Having five other adults, (if you could even truly call them that seeing as Eddie is the only one actually in his twenties), is a relief sometimes. If one of them is panicking, there is at least another person who can jump in and be the voice of reason. Steve keeps his freakouts to a minimum nowadays. He’s private about them and there are only two people who ever see him crack. Robin and Eddie.

Steve Harrington’s libido, however, is not rational in the slightest. It’s no secret that Steve is head over heels for his boyfriend and Eddie shares the sentiment right back. They keep their PDA pretty PG around the others because the last thing someone wants to see when they’re actively fighting the end of the world is the two of them playing tonsil hockey. The two of them are rarely alone so they have to be creative with their sex life.

It’s not ideal. Steve longs for the days he spent with Eddie in bed in his suburban home, living off of kisses and sweet nothings. But it’s certainly not the worst thing happening to them on a day-to-day basis.

The issue is that Steve’s horny brain loves to kickstart at the absolute worst moments. And today, he only has one thing to blame: Eddie’s southern upbringing.

Eddie Munson grew up in various towns throughout the south, the longest being a small town in Texas from ages ten to fourteen. He started living with his Uncle Wayne full time his freshman year of high school and even Wayne had an Appalachian drawl to his voice despite being in Indiana.

It was safe to say that there was a certain way Eddie’s voice formulated from those environments. A decently thick Southern accent coated every word he spoke for a long time. After being teased for it in his teens, Eddie got better at hiding it. Learned to speak slower so he could hear what he was saying and tried to be more articulate. The accent would return whenever he was stressed, angry, or drunk.

Today, Eddie Munson is stressed. They’re all stressed. The party split up in the middle of the night because the abandoned shed that they found after a long day of migrating did not have enough room for everybody. Instead of continuing to hunt into the pitch-black night, Nancy suggested that she and Robin take the kids who were still awake enough to keep going while Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle took care of the ones that wanted to go to sleep. Those ended up being Dustin, Will, and Erica. It’s something they’ve done before with no problem.

The only promise is that they keep their walkies on and charged throughout the night in case something happens.

The other group’s walkies were not picking up. All of them split into the woods a few feet away from each other to try to page again and again but nothing came through. The adults shared a look that said “Don’t panic, don’t freak the kids out”. Eddie silently volunteered to gather them and gently tell them that they were out of range and just need to find which way they went. The kids looked a little freaked anyway but they agreed and started looking around the property for clues. Eddie headed back over to the other adult men and sighed loudly once they were out of earshot.

“Robin didn’t take the extra pack of batteries,” Jonathan said. “I fucking told her to‒”

“She must have forgotten them,” Steve said. “She wouldn’t just leave those behind.”

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Who knows how fucking far they could have gone?”

“Even though they were swearing up and down last night that they were fine, those other kiddos looked worn out too,” Argyle said. “They can’t be too far.”

“Alright,” Eddie clapped his hands together. “There’s a path in these woods that they probably took. I reckon we just follow that until one of those sons a bitches turns around for us. Steve and I will lead, rugrats in the middle, Argyle and Jon, y’all are the caboose. Capiche?”

“Caposh,” Argyle and Jonathan chorused.

“Great,” Eddie sighed. “C’mon Stevie.”

Steve blinked out of his little haze and took Eddie’s offered hand. He stumbled a bit as Eddie dragged him along, causing Eddie to look back at him with mild concern. Steve gave him a soft smile and a nod of his head, doing his best not to show the vile things popping into his head right now. Eddie raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but did crack a small smile despite the tension of the situation.

“We’re gonna find our pack and then discuss whatever the hell is knockin' around in that pretty head of yours, sugar,” Eddie whispered harshly into his ear. Did not help the problem at all, elevated it, in fact, but Steve kept himself steady with big draws of breath.

#hehehe<3 eddie being from the south like me my beloved #steve is so john wayne by lady gaga coded #emily writes #steve harrington/eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics #steddie ficlets #eddie munson #steve harrington

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arobinwithoutbatman · 7 months

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@perditos

It's Tim's weekend with Young Justice, with his friends. These weekends gave him something to look forward to especially when Gotham was being more difficult than usual. None of them had changed yet. They should. They were all tired. Junk food had been acquired and the movie list had eventually been settled. About halfway through one of Kon's picks, Tim got up to use the bathroom, cape still swishing slightly behind him. Hands dry and gloves back on, Tim went to step back into the hallway and paused.

He wasn't sure why exactly and couldn't pinpoint what exactly tipped him off but something felt wrong. Very wrong.

He slowly pushed the door open, looking up and down the hallway. The lights were off. Things felt too still. Even the rich kids didn't last long in Gotham without developing some sense of paranoia. Tim was immediately on alert, nightvision active in his domino lenses, moving quick and quiet through the hallway. None of the cameras were active. He couldn't see their blinking active lights from here and not through his lenses. The general sense of wrong kept gnawing at him as he tried to make his way back to the lounge area where everyone had been curled up.

#perditos #ic #Robin The Wonder #v: Pre Game #thread: a test from red hood #f: zombie #((here we gooooooo))

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knightwingsblue · 6 months

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Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Justice League Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne | Batman Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Zombie AU, Brotherly Bonding, Pre-Robin Time Drake, Tim Drake and Jason Todd have a Good Relationship, Swearing, Major Character Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Bruce Wayne is okay at feelings, Canon Divergence, Not Beta Read Summary: Jason could see the zeta tube, that's how close it was. But he could also hear the massive horde of undead behind them, and knew it was only a matter of time until they caught up. * * * Or Tim and Jason travel to the Hall of Justice to use the zeta tube and escape a zombie apocalypse.

#my fic #ao3 fanfic #dc comics #batfam #tim drake #jason todd #red hood #zombie au #bruce wayne #batman #new chapter update!!

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roseworth · 7 months

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For the zombie au, is there like a cure thing at the end? And also which death counts like the ones that officially died post-crisis before being retconned in rebirth? Or like every death in dc history? And just the characters that died and came back or died and are canonically still dead (or because the writer forgot they existed) but in this au they're back?

(context) hehe thank you so much for asking <3

there is a cure at the end! at first in my head it was an elseworld so i was gonna make there not be a cure but then i switched the story to just being a main universe thing so it does not end with everyone dying 😔 i wont get too into how it happened but basically nika (flatline from robin 2021) sorta accidentally causes it and the way to stop it is to kill her (#rip sorry about ur gf damian)

for the most part, any death that happened post-crisis counts, mostly because of infinite frontier "everything is canon if you want it to be". ie cass died in batgirl 2000 but she stopped existing with the new52 then was recreated in rebirth, but she would still be a zombie bc of her death in post crisis continuity (ps i know spirit world re-canonized her death but i'm using her as an example anyway bc its easy lol)

on the other hand. kara's death does not count. mostly because her death was pre-crisis and the current kara zor-el is not the kara zor-el that died. also clark and kon are both zombies (would that be it for the supers ??? i dont know details of superman characters as much so idk if there would be another big problem) so having one less Unbeatable Force in the mix is a little easier to deal with. basically: deaths count if i personally want them to count but they dont if i dont

characters that havent explicitly come back are still dead </3 if dead people came back it would basically just be blackest night with extra steps so no dead people rising, just living people dying. so like eddie bloomberg, who died in post-crisis (then came back just to die again in heroes in crisis), is still just dead and not a zombie

i hope that answered ur questions, thank you so much for letting me talk about this bc its been consuming my thoughts all day fhdsajfahsdf 😚

#ps recently ive gotten into the habit of doing something productive every time i get a question i want to give a long answer to #bc i used to just sit there and either pace around or talk to my mirror whenever i wanted to think about it #but now instead i put my energy into doing something else. while still talking to myself #this one wasnt THAT long of an answer i guess but i still wanted to think about it #so while thinking about the answer to these i swept and vacuumed my apartment then cleaned the bathroom #thank you for your contribution in making me get shit done that ive been intending to do for weeks 🫡

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I LOVE your characterization of the crew so much. You ruined me (in a good way) for reading any other Kid Pirates fic. You set standards!

I love himbo Kid ngl but your Kid is in tune with canon more imo. Cuz tbh when he was first introduced, I got the sly vicious vibe from Kid, like a true pirate who is ruthless AND cunning. I kinda like his pre-timeskip design more bc of the coat and vibe. Now he's a beefcake (which I love) but now he falls into the "beef and dumb" trope easily. We usually associate muscular man with "muscle for brain" which is not entirely true for Kid. He's reckless but he ain't dumb. You highlight it in your fic. He's still violent, straightforward and sometimes silly in a way but you show how he could pick up sth without having Killer spell it out for him.

Speaking of Killer, hooboi, he finally got moments in wano. I don't care how canonly he's ugly HE IS HOT. And his relationship with Kid ahhhhhh.

We don't know much about the rest of the crew. But fandom collectively agree that Heat is best boi. YOUR HEAT MADE ME SQUEAL HOW IS A ZOMBIE SO CUTE. He's just?? soft brute yeah. How did you do this to me (cut scene to canon Heat calling Sanji pathetic. I- I refuse canon.)

And everyone agrees once again that Wire is freaky IT'S THE FISHNET. Lately I notice tho that he's not that brooding and silent in canon? Several panels show him smiling and even crying. He emotes quite a lot for brooding type. I start to think that he has resting "meh" face but when he emotes he's cute.

What an AMAZING message, thank you so much!! 😭❤️ And sorry it took me so long to reply.

Honestly, I couldn't agree more with your reflection on pre-timeskip vs. post-timeskip Kid. I'm not a fan of the dumbing down Oda pulled on his character. One example is the "pick your battle" change: in Sabaody, Kid openly says that he doesn't want to stick around to meet an Admiral and tries to get away before Kizaru arrives. After the timeskip, he suddenly thinks he can take on one (or even two) Emperor(s) by himself? He charges against Shanks + allies head on? Uuuhh, okay...

Thank you for saying it, KILLER IS HOT. 🔥 I don't think he's meant to be ugly in canon either - canonically beautiful character are often represented with the slanted droopy eye (ex. Hyori).

As for Heat, I gave my interpretation of him as the secretly soft one in the crew (well, up to a point), and I think somehow it got popular, probably not only thanks to Captive, but simply because the character gives off those vibes. I don't refuse canon, Heat is still one of the highest ranking members of the Kid Pirates, and if there's something that they value is strength, although they are often too blind to recognize it in certain forms. Sanji shouting for Robin is an example of it in canon, birdie is another in my stories. But they learn. Because you see that, despite the absurd value they give to strength and pride, Heat immediately bends the knee and begs for Kid's life when it's his crew being on the line.

Yes, Wire actually seems more open than I thought, or than what we were shown pre-timeskip at least. But that's okay, I'm going to incorporate it in Bonds.

#captive bonds #eustass kid #kid pirates #killer #heat #wire

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