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roosterbox · 1 year
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Had an idea. Writing it down so my brain can shut up about it.
When Steve and Eddie get together, there are several shovel talks to be had. Six, in fact.
First is Robin. Which, yeah, makes sense.
Then Dustin. Again, yeah.
Then Nancy? A little weird, but okay.
Then Hopper.
Then Joyce of all people, which somehow ends up being more intimidating than Hop.
And last but not least, Wayne.
Each one carries it’s own unique flavor of “hurt him and they’ll never find your body.”
Bonus: All of these? Directed at Eddie. Even Wayne’s.
Eddie:
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artiststarme · 1 year
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Wayne's Unspoken Shovel Talk
I keep seeing shovel talk fics on my dash so I figured I would throw my hat in the ring! It’s short and I don’t love it but here we go.
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Wayne liked to think that he and the Harrington kid had an unspoken understanding. If Steve hurt Eddie in any way, shape, or form, Wayne was going to kill him. Sure, he hadn’t said it in so many words, in any words in fact. However, he knew it was heavily implied through his cautious glares and thinly veiled interrogations. He may not have given him a shovel talk but that was only because Eddie had threatened to stop buying coffee for the trailer if he did.
He and Steve might watch the game together every Sunday. Hell, Wayne even dropped lunch off to the kid on the days Eddie worked at the garage and Steve left his food in the fridge. But, it was well-known to everyone that he would always be in Eddie’s corner before anyone else’s. He might approve of the Harrington boy dating his nephew but he’d gut him like a fish if he made Eddie shed a single tear.
So, when Eddie comes home crying one day, Wayne doesn’t even think before he’s pulling on his work boots and grabbing his shotgun.
He hardly makes eye contact with Eddie as he brushes past him on his way to his truck. He only stopped when a hand grabbed his elbow and turned him around to look a heavily upset Eddie in the eye.
“Wha- Wayne. Where are you going?” Eddie asked him in utter confusion.
“I’m ‘bout to go show your boy what happens when he makes ya cry.”
“What? I’m not crying because of Steve.”
That made Wayne pause. He hadn’t even thought to consider another possibility. Eddie had said that he was going to see Steve today and he assumed that the Harrington boy had hurt his nephew.
“What is it then?”
Tears started to form in Eddie’s eyes again which filled him with alarm. How bad was it if he was starting to cry again?
“I saw a dead dog on my way to Family Video. Someone hit it and just left it there on the side of the road! I stopped and tried to help it but it was already dead. An innocent animal! Maybe someone’s pet and they just left it there!” Eddie cried theatrically.
Wayne was well acquainted with his nephew’s dramatics. His alarmed concern evaporated as he pulled Eddie in for a hug. His nephew always was a bit sensitive. Wayne had learnt a long time ago that the best route to take in this situation would be a listening ear and a warm hug, maybe a pat on the head or two if the circumstance arose.
“It’s alright kid, you leave it there? We could take it to the woods and dig it a grave. Would that make you feel better?”
Eddie nodded before his gaze narrowed. “Wait a second. Why’d you have your shotgun if you were going to talk to Steve?”
“I thought he hurt ya,” Wayne shrugged.
“So you were going to shoot him! No Wayne! You can’t just shoot people that upset me, you’d kill the whole goddamn town. Next time, talk to me first. And no guns!” Eddie ranted, waving his hands around passionately.
“Hey, your boy knows what he’s getting himself into! If he hurts ya, he’ll be looking down the barrel of my shotgun. End of.” He wouldn’t be the first Munson to go to prison but he would be the last.
“Jesus Christ, Uncle Wayne. Please don’t.”
“Well, if he don’t hurt ya, things’ll be fine. He better keep his ass in line. Now go get a shovel, we gotta grave to bury.”
Eddie looked impressively distressed at his words before Wayne rolled his eyes and clarified, “for the dog. Go.”
And so the Harrington kid lives for another day.
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envysparkler · 3 months
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Trick or treat! Love your writing!
Roy fidgeted with his coffee, glancing at the barista, at the menu, outside the glass walls to the gloomy Gotham winter, at the cute, coffee-themed centerpieces on the table, and, in short, everything that wasn't Dick.
Dick smiled.
Roy flinched, even though he wasn't looking in Dick's direction, and Dick's smile grew teeth. He wrestled them away, because he wasn't actually trying to terrify his old friend. At least not yet.
Roy did not look appeased.
"So," he said finally, when he realized Dick wasn't going to break the silence. Dick was the one who'd run into him stumbling out of his little brother's apartment covered in hickeys, Dick was allowed to wait him out. "How--how have you been?"
"Fantastic," Dick answered, taking a sip of his latte. "What brings you to Gotham?"
Roy winced. For a moment, Dick wondered if he was going to stutter out an excuse and flee--but Arsenal was made of stronger stuff than that.
"I was working a case with Jason," Roy said evenly.
"'Working a case'," Dick repeated lightly. "Is that what the kids call it these days?"
Roy winced again. Subtle jab about the age difference, successful.
"Look, man, I know he's your little brother, but Jay can take care of himself! Also, this is totally discrimination, how come you're giving a shovel talk to me and not Kori?"
Dick did not raise his eyebrows though he very much wanted to. Roy and Kori? He didn't know whether to be offended or impressed. Even he hadn't had the balls to go for both of them at once.
"Who said this was a shovel talk?" Dick took another sip to hide his growing smile.
"You practically dragged me to this coffee shop for an interrogation--"
"I just wanted to catch up--"
"--and I don't care what you say, if Jason wants me to leave, he'll tell me, so I won't take any of your bullshit--"
"I literally didn't say anything--"
"--and I really like him, and Kori too, so I'm not giving them up for anyone or anything!" Roy ended on a defiant shout.
Dick studied him. His cheeks were red, but his eyes were determined. Dick knew just how stubborn Roy could be when he set his mind to something, and it seemed like the full force of his protection now rested on Jay.
Dick took another sip. "I'm happy for you," he said when he could open his mouth without laughing.
"I don't care--what?" Roy looked dumbfounded. "You what?"
"You're one of my oldest friends," Dick finally gave into the chuckle. "I'm thrilled that you're happy, and that Jason is too. And Kori." Roy narrowed his eyes. "I don't know why you thought this was a shovel talk."
Roy squinted suspiciously. "Because you Bats are the most overprotective fuckers on the planet."
Dick widened his eyes in his best approximation of an innocent look. Roy, after years on the Titans, was unfortunately immune.
"I know you're up to something," he growled.
"I'm just enjoying a coffee with an old friend, who I recently discovered is dating my little brother," Dick said serenely. "I have no ulterior motives here."
Roy hmphed.
Dick hid his smile again and leaned across the table, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Because when Batman finds out you've been working in his city and defiling his favorite, precious, innocent child..."
Roy went gray, face washing out underneath his freckles.
"...well, it was good to catch up while we could," Dick finishes his coffee and stands up. "Best of luck, Arsenal."
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starlightoath · 23 days
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The shovel talk
Colin: *digging a hole* how long do I have to keep digging, Mama.
Violet: I'm thinking...six feet down four feet across.
Colin: *pauses* Mama, is there a body you need to conceal.
Violet: Don't be foolish, Colin. Now you have hurt dearest Penelope and broken her heart too many times. And now that you're finally properly courting her instead of gazing at her like she's the only thing in the room and calling that friendship, I have words that need to be said. Colin.
Colin: Yes, Mama?
Violet: if I ever catch wind of you hurting dear Penelope again, the use of this hole will become apparent.
Colin: *continues shoveling* If I ever do I'll climb in myself.
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tired-teddybear · 1 year
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i’m a platonic stancy best friends truther and i think nancy would end up being really protective of steve after everything
somewhere between s2-s3 her and steve talk about their relationship. she apologizes for taking out her feelings about barb on steve and for using him for comfort even though she didn’t love him. steve forgives her, understands why she did it and knows they were both hurting. they make up and become best friends
once steve and robin become best friends, nancy has to vet robin before she is allowed to be steve’s Official Best Friend (she passes with flying colors though)
when eddie starts dating steve, he gets several shovel talks (from robin, dustin and max) but the scariest is definitely nancy’s. she is cleaning one of her guns the whole conversation and describes in detail what she’ll do to him if he hurts steve
if she hears anyone talking shit about steve in school she will tear them apart verbally and psychologically. nancy once hears some girl talking about steve’s flirting at scoops/family video and calling him r*tarded and straight up punches her in the face and breaks her nose. she does not regret it one bit
(autistic fruity four is so real)
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Its always "if you break merlin's heart i'll kill you" from Gwain, Gwen, Lance, Gauis etc etc. In fics arthur's the one who's getting threatened. But it seems to me that man is its equally or more likely for merlin's(for some dumb noble reason) to break arthur's heart as well. I want merlin to get "the talk" as well. (Not from uther) just arthur has been been in camlot for years and nobody loves him enough to do that. Are you saying nobody saw through that emotional constipated mask and adopted him.
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shieldofiron · 1 year
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Shovel Talk (Bury Me)
So many people give Billy the shovel talk, it starts to become kind of a game.
Robin is first, deadly serious but very inventive when it comes to her imagined punishments. Henderson’s is by far the most inventive, spanning centuries of his life with pain and suffering that he’s not entirely sure the little guy could mete out. Nancy’s is to the point, simple. Just a reminder that she has guns, like she hasn’t shot at him already. But when he reminds her with a laugh she goes a little pale and apologizes. Jonathan’s is kind of half assed, and he’s the only one who seems to think Harrington isn’t some porcelain doll ready to shatter at any moment. Hoppers is sort of garbled, it’s clear that he doesn’t have a great footing with these things, with emotions and stuff.
Erica and Lucas deliver theirs at the same time, and it’s possibly the only one he’s really scared of, because that little chick is a firecracker. And as Lucas said, he hasn’t missed Billy once, unlike Nancy. Gotta respect that. Max’s is quick, a barely there mention that he better not hurt Steve, but it hurts worse than the others.
And he gets it. They’ve only been together a few weeks, but soon Steve is gonna wake up and realize that if he likes guys he could like better ones. Healthier ones, who are nicer. Calmer. Steve needs someone like Steve, someone warm and loving, who knows how to treat him right. Billy just happened to be around when Steve figured it all out. Billy just happened to be lucky enough to look like he looks.
It’s the only way this thing between them makes any goddamn sense.
The thing is, he also doesn’t see a future where he can really affect Steve like people think. Sure, Steve is affectionate and stuff. He’s happy when Billy does his best, when Billy opens doors for him and calls him to hear about his day. But surely Steve is just like that with everyone he’s dating.
So Billy just shrugs. Tries to let it roll off his back and remember that he knows what this is. That he knows what he is to Steve. Just a very good looking first experiment with guys. All he can do is keep things light. Keep things relaxed and casual. Open Steve’s doors and enjoy the feeling of being held by him, without expecting more.
He doesn’t push his feelings on Steve. He doesn’t say that when he sees how far people will go for Steve it makes him want to grab a shovel and dig and dig until he knocks on the ceiling of the upside down, until his arms feel like rubber.
He doesn’t get too mushy with Steve, or call when he’s had three shovel talks in a day and it hurts so much. When he wishes his boyfriend could just be there for him.
Because he knows what he is.
“Not hurting Steve” is the slowest death ever, like being buried alive. And then Steve will smile, and reach across the seat and take Billy’s hand… and Billy always decides he can die for one more day if it means being close to Steve.
El takes Billy’s hand when she sees him, and he almost expects another shovel talk. But instead she squeezes his hand.
“He’s hurting you,” she says softly.
“N-no,” Billy can feel his chin tremble.
“Yes, he is.”
She closes her eyes and the emotions wash over Billy like a hurricane. The isolation he’s still feeling. The way he’s terrified to spend time with Steve, the way he’s terrified to be himself.
He pulls his hand away, “Too much, Jane. Too much.”
She nods, “Okay. I’ll stop.”
And then they set down and watch Saturday morning cartoons, and she pretends not to notice that he’s crying.
So imagine his surprise when later that day Steve throws open the door to his car while he’s idling at the arcade waiting for Max. Steve is still in his family video vest, looking a little out of breath.
“Tell me what I did wrong,” Steve gasps.
“Uh, hello to you too,” Billy presses his sunglasses up his nose.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing? What are you talking about?”
“I got a call from El,” Steve frowns, his bangs flopping down his brow, “Like five minutes ago telling me I could find you here to fix this.”
Billy groans, “Sorry. You didn’t do anything. She’s just worrying-“
“Worrying about what?”
“Nothing,” Billy shrugs, “Its fine.”
“What’s fine?”
“Everything.”
“Listen, man,” Steve sucks in a breath. “When a teenage telepath calls telling you to fix stuff with your boyfriend, you listen. What’s wrong?”
Billy snatches his sunglasses off and rubs his eyes, “Look she’s just… I’ve… fuck.”
“Baby,” Steve glances around furtively and must decide that it’s worth it to take Billy’s hand.
“I’ve just… your friends really care about you,” He spits out at last.
“What?”
“And maybe they’re right. Maybe we’re just dragging this out, and we should just… cut our losses,” Billy shakes his head. Because that’s exactly what he doesn’t want. But he would do it, for Steve. He would do just about anything. He’s the only person who can hurt Billy in quite this way. Steve hurts him, that’s how much Billy is in love with him.
“Stop, wait. I don’t understand.”
“They don’t want me to hurt you. Which is just… like the funniest fucking thing,” Billy looks at Steve square in his eyes, even though it fucking hurts, “They don’t know how impossible that is. Like… you don’t even care enough about me to be hurt.”
Steve looks struck, “What the fuck? What?”
Billy shrugs, snorting a little to try to calm the prickling in his eyes, and the tightening in his throat.
“Why would you say that to me? Say that I don’t care… that’s not true, Billy.”
“It’s fine,” Billy shakes his head no, and hates himself. “I know what this is. They just don’t get it.”
“And what is this?”
“An experiment,” Billy shrugs, staring hard at the arcade sign and cursing Max for being late again.
“I’m an experiment to you?”
Billy feels the anger trigger hot in his chest, “No. I’m the experiment. And when you’re done with me, and you find someone who is actually worth all this trouble from your friends, it’ll be over. You know. Someone you could love back.”
Steve is quiet, and when Billy looks over, his eyes are wide.
At just that moment, when all Steve has to do is pull the trigger and leave Billy like he’s supposed to, Max raps on the window.
Steve squeezes Billy’s hand, not moving. “Meet me when I get done with work at nine? Right here, meet me right here.”
“Okay,” Billy says, though he’s not sure why Steve can’t just do it right now.
“Okay,” Steve’s brow furrows, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
Like Billy wouldn’t be counting the minutes.
And then Harrington let’s go, and flashes Billy a strange look before swapping with Max.
“What’s wrong with you?” She frowns at him.
“Oh, you know,” Billy sniffs, “Same old everything.”
“What did Steve want?”
Billy sniffs again, “I’m trying to get him to break up with me.”
“Why the hell would you want to do that?” Max curls her lip up at him.
“I don’t,” Bill reverses and peels out of the lot.
Max just stares at him, which he pretends not to notice as he starts the well worn route back to Susan’s trailer.
“Did he do something?” Max startles him with the vehemence in her voice.
“Nothing but be too good for me, right? I mean that’s what you’ve been saying,” Billy grips the wheel.
“What I’ve been saying?”
And Billy’s just so tired. He’s so tired, and he wants to go to the woods and dig until all he can think about is sweat and dirt. And then he wants to lay down and sleep for a hundred years.
But instead he drowns out whatever Max says next with the music, and when they get home, he ignores Susan’s prodding about lunch and seals himself in his room.
He tries to be late to see Steve, but, embarrassingly, he ends up being early, waiting outside the arcade and video store like some kind of creep.
Finally, Steve exits, waving goodbye to Robin who shoots a warning look over to Billy in Susan’s idling sedan.
“I’ll be out of your hair soon, Buckley.” He whispers, just as Steve gets in next to him.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” Billy whispers.
“So… you love me.”
It’s like a punch to the gut. Billy’s stomach plummets through the mantle of the earth and down to the lava below.
“Fuck you,” He gasps.
“Am I wrong? You said you thought I would leave you for someone I could love back,” Steve doesn’t seem disturbed by Billy’s outburst in the slightest.
“This is by far the worst fucking way to break up with someone-“
“Well good, because I’m not breaking up with you.”
This knocks his stomach around more, though his heart, stupid thing that it was, started rising with dumb hope.
“Robin told me that you guys had a… conversation,” Steve nods, “And apparently she head from Nancy that… well. I had to do some detective work. But the point is, I’m guessing they kinda freaked you out?”
Billy frowned.
“And… I mean I can’t be totally mad at them, Billy. Because I told Robin how in love with you I was before we even dated,” Steve bit his lower lip, “I thought it would be too early to say. But since you said it first… it doesn’t feel so bad.”
“I didn’t,” Billy protests.
“You kinda did, though,” Steve takes Billy’s hand, “You love me.”
Billy tries to take a deep breath through his seized lungs. Like he had a choice. Like he hasn’t been lost for the guy from the moment he saw him across the parking lot, across a crowded party, across a court. It’s a dream now that they’re here, next to each other.
“I’m sorry that they scared you,” Steve brushes the scars on Billy’s palm, like he’s reading the lines for a moment, and then knits their fingers together. “They just know how hurt I can get when I loved someone… who didn’t love me back. No one can really hurt me, not like you can.”
Billy swallows.
“But…” Steve has the softest eyes in the universe, dark and depthless as the sea at night, “You wouldn’t. Right?”
It’s kind of a shovel talk. Billy doesn’t care. Only Steve can bury him this deep.
“No,” Billy gasps, “I wouldn’t. I mean I would try… never to do that.”
Steve leans in, face pink in the light of the arcade sign, “Will you say it? For me?”
“I love you,” Billy gasps.
“I love you too,” Steve smiles, “I love you so much, Billy.”
That night in bed, his spine still tingling, Steve throws him for a loop again.
“Will’s shovel talk was the scariest,” Steve sighs, “Don’t you agree?I mean El is scary and so is Max, don’t get me wrong-“
“Will?”
“Yeah, Will,” Steve shivers, “He told me he’s been to the upside down so he’s not afraid of prison.”
Billy shakes his head a little, “Will didn’t give me one.”
“Oh. What about Mike? His was pretty good. Not that scary but I thought it was really cute,” Steve leans up on his elbows.
“Wheeler?”
“Yeah. He said there’s only so many cool guys in town and I was not one of them,” Steve smirked, “I think he has a little crush on you.”
“First of all, ew,” Billy wrinkled his nose, “Mike didn’t give me one either.”
In the end they make a game of it. They each had a few different, but in the end it evened out.
Jonathan was way less lax when he spoke to Steve, it turned out. Max had threatened to go nuclear.
Billy had people who cared for him. That part wasn't a game, but it was very nice. And he had Steve, so he didn't need to bury himself, after all.
Also on AO3.
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talshiargirlfriend · 4 months
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Giggling to myself about this one… Drabble time
“So does this mean you and my science officer have worked out your differences?”
Trip swung around to face the captain, sloshing some beer out of his glass in the process.
“Sir?”
“Don’t sir me, Trip. I’m not asking on behalf of Starfleet. I’m just … checking in, as a concerned friend.”
“Ah, well, thanks, but you don’t need to worry. I’m fine.”
Jon set his glass down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You know you’re one of my best friends, Trip… but, uh, so is T’Pol.”
Trip narrowed his eyes, “Wait a minute. Is this a shovel talk?!”
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blahh770 · 6 days
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The way Oliver and Percy announced their relationship to the entire of Hogwarts was in their 4th year (after starting dating in their 3rd), was after Gryffindor won a quidditch match, Percy walked up to where Oliver was standing on the field, like all the other freinds of players, when Oliver decided to dip him into a kiss. It was very sweet to watch, and also led to a potential death threat from Charlie and and some equally, if not more threatening letters from Bill, if Oliver ever dared to hurt Percy.
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oh-hell-help-me · 10 months
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Day 7: Claws
Bowser was antsy.
More so when he knows that Luigi was visiting the town square. ALONE.
(And with four guards, but STILL.)
There was very little work scheduled today, and there was absolutely NOTHING to take his mind off it!
Not his family (who were vacationing in Bubbline).
Not his army's hijinks (literally, they are in the middle of a mass recruitment process for
Not even the sight of Mario pouting in front of his desk-
Wait.
Looking back up, he locks eyes with the unwelcome visitor.
"Aren't you supposed to be pacing the foyer?"
After getting medical attention, Mario Mario (seriously, what kind of name is that?) had been stuck to his brother's side like glue. Every meal, meeting, and shower, the guy had dogged Luigi's steps to the point that it became annoying.
How the hell was Bowser supposed to have 1-on-1 conversation with his friend when his brother is constantly there?
And then, at the end of the meeting, Luigi asked to go to the town square.
Alone.
The request made his brother (mostly recovered, just having trouble moving his shoulder) pretty much threaten to ground him if he steps foot outside without at least four guards.
(Bowser is a bit insulted that Luigi would think to ask to go out AT ALL. Never mind that the Koopa King thinks there should be a platoon of six AT LEAST.)
It is then that Bowser learned several things about Luigi:
One, he can -and has, at that moment- put his foot down. Angrily.
Two, the brothers can -in fact- argue about something. Even if it’s in that gobblygook they call a language.
Three…
Well, the third is that Luigi had somehow guilt-tripped the likes of HIM, the King of Koopas, and Mario in a single look.
If it weren't for the fact that he was an ambassador, someone not completely in his jurisdiction, he would have ordered the green bean to plant his ass at his office and STAY there!
Alas, he went.
With only FOUR guards. Practically alone!
Mario was left behind at the castle's doorstep, anxious and pathetic-looking as the Green Bean's silhouette grew smaller.
He would never admit that he did the same thing while standing right behind the man.
Bowser left him there, notifying the guards to keep an eye on him (if HE can't go, then neither can the red menace!)
Except. Now he's here. Staring at Bowser like a particularly suspicious kid in a candy shop.
"I figured you'd be the first to know when Luigi gets back."
"Ha!" Bowser reshuffled the papers in his hands, although there wasn't much need for it. "What makes you think I'll tell you?"
"You killed for him."
"So what?" He won't admit that he clenched a bit too hard on the papers, there. "You saying I'm better at taking care of problems?"
Mario gives him a look so painfully not-like-Luigi that Bowser looked away. "You killed for him. Do you know what that means to him?"
It takes a smoke-filled second for Bowser to not burn his mustache off.
Of course, he does!
He knows EXACTLY what it meant to kill for him!
It doesn't take a genius to notice how Luigi switched to wearing black, or how he adamantly refused to eat any cooked meat!
It doesn't need to be spelled out how Luigi started to not look him in the eye!
"Of course!"
"Well, maybe NOT!" Mario stands up, not that it helps his height situation, but Bowser couldn't help but listen. "Do you really know how hard it is for Luigi to make a friend? To keep one?"
The Koopa wasn't sure where Mario was going with this.
"Bowser." He's looking him in the eyes again. "You are one of the few friends Luigi has been close to! One of the few that have actually stayed by his side!" He hates how the pipsqueak looks gutted. It used to be something he would revel in, maybe even rub some extra salt in that open wound. But now...?
What would be the point?
The look morphs into something more determined, more fierce. More like Luigi, when he realized their plan is on an unfortunate time limit. "If you dare give up on him-"
RAGE-
"LIKE HELL WILL I FAIL HIM AGAIN!"
...
He's not sure which one of them slumped back into their seat first, but he's honestly too exhausted to care.
Like it or not, Bowser knows exactly what he did, what Mario meant for Luigi to be failed so many times.
He knows why Luigi spends so much time trying to connect with others, why he makes the effort to be so damned nice.
He knows why Luigi asked Bowser, of all people, to be his friend.
Honestly, he has no idea what he did to deserve the green bean.
"Heh." Mario glances up from his hands, giving the Koopa a wary glance. "You know, I didn't realize that I'd be agreeing with a short stack like you."
"Ha, ha." He doesn't look the least bit amused, which -of course- makes Bowser snort.
"We won't fail him." He sets the papers down, not seeing a point in them anymore as he gets up. "Do you want to come?"
He hasn't reached the door before Mario is right ahead of him, eagerly opening the double doors.
"Let's-a go!"
Luigi barely held himself from squirming in his seat.
The old Koopa, Hacktor, was very direct in his questions.
'What did Hackson do?'
'What happened when Luigi was taken to the castle?'
'Is Luigi alright?'
'How did Hackson...'
Luigi tries to not think about the last question, how easily he choked on the words as he described the interaction with the Koopa King, the look in Hackson's eyes, the fire...
He also tries not to stare as Hacktor (Hackson's grandfather) quietly broke down, gripping his basket tight enough for his claws to nearly slice through the handle.
Luigi reaches a hand out toward him, but stops himself multiple times from actually making contact with his shoulder.
Is it okay to comfort someone grieving a person you're responsible for...?
Still, Luigi pushes himself to gently take the basket, letting it sit on the bench's armrest as he offers his other hand.
Surprisingly, the Koopa takes it, squeezing it as he lets himself crumble. Luigi does his best to not wince as the claws find purchase in his skin -he doesn't want the guards to get even more twitchy.
"I'm sorry..."
Luigi freezes.
Hacktor looks up, meeting Luigi's eyes with his own grief-stricken ones. "On behalf of the Hack-name, and Hackson, I am sorry."
Luigi tries to stutter out a denial, why is he sorry? It was Luigi who- who failed-
"It was not your fault." Amidst the grief, the Koopa's eyes seemed to be brighter now- less dead-
"Even I know Hackson is reckless, and stubborn, and-" He shakes his head. "He was a foolish Koopa, to try to change things like that, but we love him. We love him still..." He takes a breath. "And loving someone means accepting the good and the bad things about them. We -me, my children, Hackson's cousins- all of us love him, but what he did...."
Luigi was holding his own breath, too shocked to notice even as he felt dizzy.
"None of us will hate you for it. Or blame you for Hackson's death. Maybe Bowser, but not you." Luigi feels like crying, or maybe he is crying, but it seems insignificant when he sees sadness take over the old Koopa's face once more. "Most of all, we'll hate that there wasn't a point to it. There's nothing we can do- not without going to war again..."
!!!
Luigi... still has his notebook, stamped and charmed as protocol dictated, but he knew enough about magic to know that the intent to share- that is something he can do-
"If-" The old Koopa startles, but Luigi tries his best to push through his nervousness as his attention is now fully on him. "If I were to show you what Bowser and I were working on- do you -do you think anyone can help? Maybe-"
He takes the notebook, flipping its pages to the beginning notes of the Plan- his and the King's efforts in maybe, somehow, helping the Kingdom....
With shaky hands, he hands the notebook to Hacktor.
"M-maybe it can work, if we have some help?"
He tries to not hyperventilate as he waits, watching the Koopa look at the pages and flip through them, getting faster towards the end where their calculations, percentages, predictions were...
Hacktor looks up, straight at him.
He sees hope in those eyes.
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call-me-strega · 10 months
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Choicale Headcanon #4
Ron gives Choi Han the shovel talk. He doesn't actually think the Choi Han would do anything to hurt Cale he just likes threatening him. Deruth also tried but he was admittedly less scary than Ron.
Conversely, Choi Han doesn't really have a guardian like to act like that but Cale does get a talk from the kids about being nice to Choi Han because "he really likes you so you shouldn't mess it up". I also feel like Rosalyn would take up a big sister role and have enough audacity not to threaten Cale but to tell him that she trusts him with Choi Han's heart and to please not break that trust.
I have belatedly realized Choi Jung Soo and Choi Jung Gun exist. Again I don't really feel like they'd give a shovel talk though. Choi Jung Soo would surely try but really both of them would just end up nagging Cale about remembering to be good partner.
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Old Man Zangetsu: What is your intention with Ichigo.
Grimmjow: I think you know what intentions I have.
Zangetsu: Over my dead body.
Grimmjow: I have some time.
Old Man Zangetsu *holding Zangetsu up by his clothes like the feral cat he is: Ichigo deserves to be romanced and treasured, not used and abandoned, and I'm here to make sure that happens. Do we have an understanding.
Zangetsu: I don't know what King sees in this bastard.
Grimmjow *smug face*: My di-
Old Man Zangetsu *drops Zangetsu and grabs Grimmjow by the throat*: Finish that sentence I dare you *drops Grimmjow*
Zangetsu *pounces on top of Grimmjow, holding a knife to his kneck*: You better treat King, well like a king or there will be hell to pay
Old Man Zangetsu *looming over them menacingly*: Do we have an understanding?
Grimmjow: Y-yes.
Ichigo *bursts in through the door*: Will you two stop manifesting yourselves from my inner world to threaten people, especially my boyfriend, you protective bastards.
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ellewritesandrants · 1 year
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“You don’t deserve him.”
Billy looked down at the tiny but well wrapped package of rage and fury that was Nancy Wheeler and sneered.
“Neither do you, Wheeler so I don’t exactly see where the problem is. Steve’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions.”
“He can but he’s easily manipulated and -.”
“Is that why you two got together?” Billy snidely interjects.
“Oh, fuck you, Hargrove.”
“No thanks, sweet cheeks. You’re not my type.”
Nancy huffed.
“I don’t see what Steve sees in you but you better take care of him, Hargrove.”
“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks. I’ll take better care of him than you ever did. After all, what we have isn’t bullshit.”
Billy walked away, leaving Nancy fuming. He knew that Steve would probably make him pay for that later but she had no right questioning their relationship when she had clearly sabotaged theirs.
This is a snippet of a Harringrove shovel talk fic I want to write post S3 but I haven't gotten around to it yet.
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gingerly-writing · 2 years
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Prompt #3177
“Oh, dibs on the shovel talk!”
“No way, you can’t dibs that! Whoever gets to [hero] first gets the right-”
“Uh, I think you’ll find as the officially elected team dad-”
“As the oldest-”
“As the scariest-”
“As the only one actually willing to kill [hero] if they break his heart-”
“None of you are giving [hero] the shovel talk! I can take care of myself.” He softened as disappointment swept their shared lair. “Though I do appreciate the care, and I’ll consider all of you for the murder squad if [hero] does anything particularly egregious.”
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rwac96 · 1 year
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Ryuko might have a complicated relationship with her sister but that doesn’t change the fact she loves her. So what is her shovel talk with Jaune like?
Ryuko: What's your height, Jaune?
Jaune: 6'1"...how come?
Ryuko: *pulls out measuring tape* Wanna make sure how ya fit in your casket if you decide to fuck up and break Satsuki's heart.
Jaune: Um...okay, understood.
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oxydiane · 1 year
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Read on ao3 too!
‘I’ll be right back, just going to take a quick shower!’
Ron nods at Harry and takes a seat on the living room’s couch. They had been playing Quidditch outside and while he was still fairly clean, Harry had landed face first into a puddle trying to save the Quaffle. Hermione sighs next to him, she had reprimanded them about pulling stupidly dangerous stunts over a ball and Ron had to bite his tongue not to make a joke about the lengths some people went to for balls.
‘Oh, hello Ron, Hermione,’ Remus smiles warmly at them when he walks in the room. ‘I thought you were going to be outside for a little while longer?’
‘We were going to, before —‘
‘Before Harry went and got a mouthful of mud to catch that ball.’ Hermione butts in.
‘Ah,’ Remus’ grin grows tenfold. ‘Must be genetics. You have no idea how many times Lily threatened to scrougify James’ mouth.’
‘Not only her,’ all three of them turns to Sirius who had just entered the living room. ‘My James, always eating dirt, it’s good to see some things just stick.’ His remarks about Harry’s father used to feel sour, but now his fond expression only ignited warmth and laughters.
‘Let’s hope he never tries to kiss somebody with that filthy mouth.’ Remus jokes and neither he nor Sirius miss the way Ron stops looking at them and smiling altogether.
‘Mm, any of you fancy a cuppa? While we wait for Harry, dinner will be ready in a while.’ asks Sirius and when both Ron and Hermione nod, he gives a meaningful look to Remus. His husband nods before moving to the kitchen. ‘Hermione, dear, give him a hand, will you?’
They share a quick look and Hermione’s eyes light up as she seems to understand at once.
‘Oh, yes! Of course,’ she stands up and follows Remus to the kitchen after giving Ron a wink. Ron blinks, confused.
‘So, out with it,’ Sirius starts, plopping onto the armchair in front of Ron. ‘Why won’t you ask my Godson out?’
Ron’s cheeks go crimson. ‘Wh — what?’
‘Wh — wh — wha, what?’ the older man mocks him, but it’s not mean spirited. ‘Don’t play dumb, Weasley. I asked you why you won’t ask Harry out.’
‘I, just, uhm…’ If Hermione was there, she would make a comment on how she could hear the screws turn in Ron’s brain. He ultimately gives up trying to find an excuse. ‘I don’t want to make a fool out of myself.’
Sirius blinks slowly, taking him in.
‘Why,’ his voice is careful when he speaks. ‘Why would you be making a fool out of yourself?’
‘Harry is so — !’ Ron slaps a hand over his mouth before his voice can get too high. ‘He is so… Amazing and bright and everybody wants him.’
‘That he is,’ Sirius agrees. ‘That’s all good stuff, yeah, but you haven’t answered my question.’
‘Don’t you get it?’ Ron looks at him strangely. ‘He is just… way too out of my league, I don’t want to ask him out and be humiliated when he says oh, Ron, that’s nice but —‘
‘You think that? You think Harry would humiliate you?’
‘No! I mean… Not on purpose… But he won’t go out with me just because he’s nice,’
‘Of course he won’t go out with you just because he’s nice,’ Sirius reasons. ‘He’ll go out with you because he is nice and he likes you.’
‘Harry doesn’t fancy me,’ Ron deflates visibly, then adds when Sirius raises an eyebrow, ‘he doesn’t! You can just see it when Harry likes somebody, you know it, he gets all quiet and shy and watches them from afar.’
‘You have that much experience watching the way Harry behaves around people he fancies?’
He gulps. ‘Yeah… With Diggory and that Ravenclaw Cho Chang… You know I had to watch.’
The older man shifts in his seat and when Ron finally gets the courage to look him in the eyes, he gets the feeling Sirius knows something he doesn’t.
‘So Harry doesn’t like you back because he doesn’t act the same way he did around Cedric —‘
‘You call him Cedric!’ Ron whines, interrupting Sirius. ‘He liked him so much, I know he’s going to come back and take Harry back —‘
‘Calm down, kid,’ Sirius interjects with a hard look. ‘Harry isn’t something anyone can just come and take, I hope you are aware of that.’
Ron’s cheeks colour once more. ‘Of course, I know that. He just… He wouldn’t like me, I’m not pretty or good at Quidditch or at magic and —‘
‘Look, Ron,’ the boy’s rambling is cut off once more. ‘I don’t know why you’d think you need to prove something for Harry to like you, but I can tell you that what Harry values is sincerity and what I value is the commitment one has for him. You have always stuck by him, haven’t you?’
A knot forms in Ron’s chest, at the height of his heart. ‘Well…’
‘That fourth year mess is gone and forgiven, you can stop dwelling on it. I recall you promise never to leave him again?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Alright. And you also seem to be pretty taken by him, no?’
The boy’s cheeks colour once more. ‘Yes, sir,’
‘Then I don’t see why you would be scared of rejection?’
‘I’ve already said, he is just… too good.’
Sirius sneers. ‘Yes, you’re right, my Harry is well too good for anyone, but I can’t keep him in a crystal ball because nobody deserves him. You make him happy, Weasley, don’t throw away your shot.’
Just as Ron is about to reply, they hear footsteps approaching and Harry, freshly showered and changed, hair still wet, enters the room.
‘Dinner’s ready,’ he announces and Ron realised that Remus and Hermione never came back with tea. ‘I hope Pads hasn’t been tormenting you.’
Harry smiles sweetly at him and Ron feels his chest tighten, his fingers clench from how much he wants to walk up to the boy and kiss his wet mop of hair. Harry was still short.
‘Too late, Bambi, I was just about to bring out the torture devices.’ Sirius jokes and Ron’s laugh is strained not because he was scared, but because Harry had walked up to them and took his hand.
‘Ah, ah, very funny. Let’s go, I want Molly’s treacle tart.’
‘You know you can’t have dessert before dinner,’ the older man reprimands him and Harry rolls his eyes.
‘The sooner we get to the table, the closer we are to dessert time!’
And just like that, Ron lets Harry drag him to the dining room, a small smile on his face as his eyes are fixed on the way Harry’s hand clasps his.
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