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codependentfreaks · 2 years

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"Dad, please, he's not ready!" Dean tried to keep his voice down to a whisper, yet his tone was exasperated as if he was yelling.

"Don't be ridiculous, boy. Sam's eighteen, you were seventeen when you went on your first hunt!"

John was clearly running out of patience from the conversation that have been going on for far longer than he would've liked. The eldest Winchester knew that Dean would react badly to the news of Sam going away on his first solo hunt, but he didn't expect that much drama.

"Sammy is not like me, okay? He's different, he- He is not ready, dad."

John almost laughed before sipping on his glass of whiskey.

"So you're saying Sam is not as good of a hunter as you are? I bet he would love to hear that" he joked, but Dean didn't laugh.

"It's not that! He's a great hunter, but... He's not going. I don't want him to go. He's coming with us and we'll find someone else to go after that ghost or whatever"

John frowned at Dean's tone and word choices. He wasn't joking anymore and the sarcastic smirk left his face completely as he stood from the wooden chair.

"Listen Dean, I don't know where this attitude is coming from, but you don't call the shots in this family and you're not Sam's father. I do. I am. So if I say Sam is going after the ghost while we check out the vamps, then he's going. Am I being clear?"

Dean swallowed, looking up at his father. He didn't want to make things worse, but he was feeling stressed and desperate at the thought of Sam going after some ghost all by himself. But instead of saying that, or throwing in his dad's face that he was more of a father to Sam than he ever was, Dean just got up.

"I'll go stay with Sammy" he said simply as he grabbed his jacket. John didn't answer.

Trying to hide his hands shaking from anger, Dean got out of the bar and left his father inside. The motel was just across the street, so it didn't take long for him to get there and open the door, finding his little brother sitting on his bed with an open book and a notebook. Freaking nerd.

"Hey Sammy" he greeted and the boy's attention was on him. He gave a small smile and a little "hey" before going back to his book.

Dean walked slowly towards the bed and sat on the edge of jt, taking his time to observe his little brother. Sam's hair was a little long and his bangs almost covered his eyes as he looked down. He looked so fucking young.

"Wanna share what's bothering you?" Sam asked, still not looking up.

"What?" Dean expressed his confusion and the youngest just laughed, finally looking at his brother.

"You came back early from the bar and just sat here and started silently staring at me. So yeah, I just guessed something must be wrong."

Dean sighed. That boy knew him too well.

"Dad wants to send you on a solo hunt. Him and I are going across the country to check on some vamps but he wants to send you two states over to hunt some ghost. He said it would be only a salt and burn, but we've heard this before, right? Sometimes it just isn't."

Sam's eyes were indecipherable while Dean talked. He didn't look scared, sad, happy or angry. He looked... normal.

"Yeah, that makes sense", he shrugged. "I'm eighteen now, I knew he was going to send me on a solo hunt soon. Don't worry, I'm okay with this"

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought Sam would bitch about the whole situation and whine about not wanting to go alone. His calm demeanor only made Dean angrier.

"You're okay with this?" He smiled bitterly, but his anger couldn't be more obvious. "Well, I'm not! And you're not going, you hear me? You are not going anywhere alone!"

"What the hell, Dean? I'm not a kid anymore, you can't tell me what to do"

"The hell I can't!" Dean was yelling now, feeling even more desperate than before. He couldn't let Sam go alone.

"Well, you actually can't!" Sam yelled back. "You see me as weak or a bad hunter, but I'm skilled! I've been on every hunt with you guys so don't underestimate me like this!"

Dean got up from the bed and walked closer to were Sam was sitting, that way, he was almost towering over him.

"It's not about being a bad hunter, you idiot! I know you're smart and strong and a good shooter but that's just not enough! You could get hurt anyway, you could get killed! And I won't let it happen, I can't-" Dean choked on his words, feeling his eyes burn with stubborn tears. "I can't let anything happen to you, okay? Maybe you're ready, I don't care, I'm the one who's not ready! I'm not ready to let you out of my sight. Not yet."

Dean's voice was loud and his face was really close but Sam didn't know what to say in response to such an outburst. His brother's face was red and his green eyes were filled with tears that he just wouldn't let fall. Sam thought about arguing back or even apologizing, but before he could think of anything, Dean's lips were on his.

Everything happened so fast that for a moment Sam was sure that was a dream. It wouldn't be the first time he dreamed about Dean kissing him anyway. His brother's body was shaking with adrenaline and his calloused hands were soon on Sam's face and hair. Sam's hands were busy supporting him on the bed, but now his arms are too weak to even do that properly.

Dean desperately tugged on Sam's hair and the younger let out a small whimper that sent chills over Dean's whole body. When Dean broke the kiss, they were both flushed and panting hard.

"What... what was that?" Sam stuttered, voice only a whisper.

"Please, Sammy. Please be that stubborn bitchy teenager that I know you can be and don't go. Please" Dean practically begged and Sam's eyes widened. Dean had never been one to beg.

"Yeah, I- I can try" the younger reassured, making his brother smile.

"Thanks" Dean whispered before kissing him again.

#fanfic #sam winchester #samdean #supernatural #wincest #dean winchester #protective dean #sam and dean #english is not my first language #so please be nice #ficlet #first kiss #my writing

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inspiteallthedanger · 2 years

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Title: Arrow Through Me

Summary: This is a look at what might have happened to the band, and especially John and Paul, if Paul had come to the conclusion before he met John that he wasn't straight. This fic tells the story of the band with that new context, and therefore it will diverge from the events as we know them.

Notes: Just so you all know, this is complete and being posted weekly.

Thank you to @merseydreams for beta reading this and being a generally wonderful human being.

Chapter one. Paul learns a lot about life and meets a new friend.

Chapter two - John and Paul get closer and take a little trip.

Chapter three - the band’s taking off but things are changing between John and Paul

Chapter four - Paul tries to balance his and John’s relationship as they’re catapulted into fame

Chapter five - Things are hotting up for The Beatles but Paul’s struggling with how to deal with his relationship with John.

Chapter six - Paul thinks he’s finally managed to create the perfect life. Until he realises just how fragile it all really is.

Chapter seven - Paul fails to make some decisions, while John makes several.

Chapter eight - The pressure is mounting on Paul as everything in his life starts to spin out of control. He agrees to a break in India hoping it’ll give them all a chance to regroup and take stock.

Chapter nine - Paul’s life is falling apart around him and he finds himself at a crossroads. He can either take the easy path or make a stand.

Chapter ten - Paul makes a stand. Everyone has some feelings about that.

Chapter eleven - Paul needs to do some soul searching, and fire fighting, now the big decisions have been made.

Chapter twelve - John and Paul need to make some big decisions.

#beth rambles #arrow through me #I'm so excited for you all to read this #I really hope you like it #I'm very nervous about this #so please be nice

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lovelysailboat · 8 months

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How does one sue a vigilante for copyright infringement when your organization is supposed to be secret? This is inspired by a fun au @adriaticmidnight and I have where Thomas and Martha Wayne were invited to join the court of owls and they decide that they love their aesthetic and desire to make Gotham better so they steal it and become the vigilantes Owlman and Owlwoman.

It is still a baby au but these are the few headcanons that we've come up for it.

Thomas and Martha Wayne are dramatic as hell and have fully committed to the bit.

It is unclear if Martha and Thomas are actually part of the Court of Owls. They never gave them a clear yes or no they just showed up to the next meeting in their Owlman and Owlwoman suits.

No one know how or where they got their suits but they refuse to respond to anything other than Owlman and Owlwoman when they wear them.

They have taken notes on the architecture of the secret Court of Owls hideouts and modeled their Owlcave off of it.

Eventually they bring Bruce along and he goes by Owlet.

When the three of them are together in costume they introduce themselves as the Court of Owls which makes the original Court of Owls very angry.

The Court of Owls tried to get them killed but they are Owlman and Owlwoman now and they cannot be stopped.

They hear talk of the court taking in Dick Grayson and making him a talon. So the Waynes adopt him and he takes on the vigilante name Talon.

This meme:

#dc au #Cooler Court of Owls au #dc comics #dc prompt #moodboard #thomas wayne #martha wayne #bruce wayne #headcanon #mine #feel free to comment any other ideas about this au #I've been looking at so many pictures of owls you have no idea #I don't know anything about the canon Owlman #so please be nice #Little Owlet Bruce owns my entire heart. He is so cute #When he grows up would he keep the name Owlet?#So there is the little chipper Talon and the big looming Owlet #I have given the Cooler Court of Owls so much plot armor nothing bad can happen to them ever

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probablypkhn · 2 months

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showed this over on twitter and uhh they are so hot

#attack on titan #pikuhan #hange zoe #i am not an artist #so please be nice

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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year

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Steddie to the tune of Maple Syrup by the Backseat Lovers

~~~I still have your picture on the wall

I still have the nightmares

Where I would have to call you to calm down

I still think about you all the time

When I step out of the shower I'm reminded of the night

When we slept in the back of your car

And you left me with a pretty cool scar~~~

It’s 3am and Steve stares at his mirror in the light from his lamp. Well the Polaroid on the mirror to be precise. It’s him and Eddie, arms around each other. Steve in Eddie’s vest and jacket and Eddie in one of Steve’s obnoxiously pastel sweaters. A purple one. He remembers that day they could not stop laughing at Nancy in Robins clothes. Why they decided to swap clothes with their other halves he can’t remember. But he laughs at the memory anyway.

It had been almost 2 years since made it in time to pick Eddie up beaten and bloodied and carry him on his back. About a year and a half since he and Eddie started calling each other to help with the nightmares. Over a year since they became inseparable. And one month and 3 days since they… well.. separated.

Then he remembers the sadness. He feels tears start to build up in his eyes. He remembers why he’s even awake at this ungodly hour. The nightmare. Is it still a nightmare when it’s heartbreak and not fear? He thinks so. It’s always about Eddie now. They used to be about a variety of the traumas he’d been through; the monster that started this, Billy, the Russians, and especially Vecna, more to the point him stumbling on Eddie’s lifeless body. He used to dream that he didn’t get there in time. Those were the ones he would call Eddie for. The reason they fell in love, their middle of the night phone calls. But now the nightmares are different. He still wakes up crying but for a different reason. He wishes he had never agreed to go to Indy with Robin when he thought Eddie was spending the day with Wayne. Now he dreams of seeing Eddie’s fucking van with Eddie and someone he didn’t know. He can’t stop seeing the stupid fucking van. Seeing Eddie laughing with some asshole in his van. Seeing Eddie’s stupid fucking face drop when he sees Steve seeing him in Indy with someone who was very much not his uncle. Someone with a dumb wife beater shirt on that he’d definitely heard of. Christ he needs to stop. He needs to stop fucking crying.

He presses his hands into his eyes. Hard enough he’s seeing those black and white wavy lines when he opens them again. A shower usually calms him down. Clears his mind. Which is exactly what he needs right now. His parents aren’t home. Haven’t been for months now so he doesn’t have to worry about waking anyone.

He starts it as scorching as he can get it. It’s as close to burning that he can stand it might be a little more than he can stand truthfully. It itches. And he scratches as hard as he can. When he stops the scratch marks throb. He loves the feeling. Then when he gets adjusted he flips the knob to freezing. It shocks his system. He feels a rush like maybe this is hurting him. Like maybe he’s doing damage to his already damaged body.

Once out he reaches for a towel to dry off. He runs it over his skin taking in his various scars. His eyes catch on a particular one on his knee. Who would have thought he would have a favorite scar.

Before he can stop himself he’s plunged into a memory. He and Eddie are giggling to themselves as the load the van with pillows and blankets. They’re smoking and drinking in the woods with the doors open to the cool fall air. Neither of them are scared of the woods anymore. Not with the other by their side at least. They’re laughing about something he’s finding it hard to remember. They kiss and they laugh until they decide to close the doors. He’s crawling up to Eddie back against the seats of the van. He’s trying to be sexy and it seems to be working. If Eddie’s face is anything to go off of. He’s smirking but definitely turned on. Eyes sparkling if a little glassy from the weed. When Steve feels a shooting pain on his knee. Looks down to see a stupid random dnd character with a sword Eddie had painstakingly painted to look covered in blood now covered in the real stuff jammed in his knee. With his weed high IQ of 10 he decides to rip it out causing his skin to rip further. He laughs which of course makes Eddie laugh. The cut was jagged and rough but they just bandaid it and call it good they’ve got more important things to do. The first aid kit was in Steve’s car they were lucky to have even found a bandaid in Eddie’s van anyway.

Back in reality he runs his finger over the scar. Still a little surprised it healed so badly. Maybe if they had actually cared about it that night it could have been helped. But he didn’t care that night and he still didn’t care now. It was a permanent mark that he had been happy. That they had been happy. That they had laughed together and loved each other.

He sighs. The shower had been a waste of fucking time of course. His mind was as full of thoughts as before. It seems these days he can’t stop thinking about everything. Even the old stuff. When he was with Eddie the thoughts about how unlovable he was were gone. They vanished the moment Eddie looked at him and told Steve how he felt about him. He never should have believed him.

He gives up on the day before it even starts. He lays in bed while he waits for a reasonable time in the morning. Then he calls Robin to say he won’t be in at work and hangs up before she can ask him how he is. She knows the answer is bad. The answer is always really fucking bad. He tosses and turns tries to sleep but fights it too. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. Not the scars or his eyes or his most recent scratch marks still red and irritated. But his heart. His chest is filled with pain and he just wants it to stop.

The next day after not hearing from him Robin comes over lets herself in with her key that was supposed to be for emergencies. He guessed maybe it was seeing as he hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a couple days. She knew he was bad but maybe not this bad. He cries when she crawls in bed with him. She says “Steve, this is it. I can’t let you do this anymore. We cry tonight and tomorrow we get up and eat and drink and get better”

“How?” he questions “how do I get better”

“I don’t know but were gonna throw everything we got and see what sticks” she tries for light but he knows she’s serious.

~~~Your purple sweater's sitting in my room

I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you

I saw you dancing at the show tonight

I stood in the back

And I think that we both know why

And I lied

When I took you on a drive

And I said I'd never speak to her

Wish I would have kept my word~~~

Eddie sits on his bed and he’s sobbing but hasn’t realized it yet. He just got home and ran to his room slamming the door not caring if Wayne was home. He had been dragged out to some place on the outskirts of town that Gareth told him some local Indy bands were gonna be playing at. Something, anything to get him out of his house. But that’s where he saw Steve.

It had been one month and 11 days since he had seen him in Indy. He doesn’t think he will ever get Steve’s face out of his head. At first it had been surprise but when his gaze panned to Eddie’s passenger it turned sour, betrayal and sadness overcoming him. Eddie had frozen. He didn’t know what to do how to explain himself. He wishes he would have kept his word.

His mind jumps to the memory of his promise. The one where he told Steve about Rick his toxic bordering on abusive ex. someone he told Steve he would never see again. Not on purpose for his part. He had only gone to his house when the Chrissy thing happened because he knew Rick was locked up. He told Steve about the disgusting things Rick would say and sometimes do to him and then the gifts he would give Eddie and say he was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again. About Rick’s stupid seashell necklace and eternal wife beater shirt he never took off.

It started when Rick sold some weed to Eddie. The next time Eddie came asking Rick said he could make him a deal if he caught his drift. Eventually they were trading rough almost hateful sex for drugs on the regular but eventually that wasn’t enough for Rick so he had Eddie start his own dealing. Rick had this pull that Eddie couldn’t get out of. He had tried so many times. They would end things but Rick would end up on Eddie’s makeshift porch with some stupid bullshit gift and a sweet nothing and Eddie would be right back where he started. Eddie told Steve how much of a spell Rick had over him how he was scared to face him again because he was like a magnet Eddie couldn’t resist. Much to Wayne’s dislike. Not for his sexuality, which had surprised Eddie a little, but of Rick. Wayne always told Eddie he could do better than that lowlife. Hell he was right he managed to snag himself Steve Fucking Harrington. Before he blew it to shit.

He remembers Steve kissing him and comforting him. Telling Eddie that he would never say anything like that to him and he would never touch him like that in a hurting way. Eddie didn’t think other than monsters or Russians Steve was even built for a bad touch anymore. He knew about his past with Jonathan and Billy to Eddie those were justified but even Steve had said he had regretted it so much.

Shaking himself out of it he realizes he’s been crying for at least a few minutes. He breathes deep and tries to stop. He glances around his room his eyes landing on Steve’s purple sweater. He had been denying himself of wearing it. He didn’t want to lose the Steve smell. The fancy shampoo and Farrah Fawcett hairspray he was still using. The slightly musky cologne Steve wore. The scent was slightly marred by his own tobacco smell after they swapped clothes that day. He smiles a bit at the memory but it doesn’t last. It wasn’t his most Steve smelling item that was the yellow sweater in a box in the top of the closet. So he grants himself permission to touch the purple sweater. After all it’s close enough to grab off his dresser. He holds it in his hands and up to his nose and inhales the sweet musky smell. It’s relieving to smell. He can’t believe there was a time when he didn’t have a limit on smelling Steve he just knew it would be there forever.

He thinks about the Steve he saw at the bar. He was slightly skinnier maybe that was his imagination. Maybe he just knew Steve had been punishing himself again as if he should be the one who needed to be punished. He knew he hadn’t seen Steve’s car at his job when his usual shifts were. He knew he probably wasn’t leaving his house. Even when Eddie did see Steve at his job he didn’t do anything. Say anything. Eddie as always was a fucking coward. He definitely saw his hollower cheekbones and he hates himself for it. He hated himself for hurting Steve. He watched Steve dance with his eyes closed a hint of a smile on his face and a beer in his hand. He looked almost peaceful dancing to the music. Eddie had stayed in the back not wanting to even make Steve aware of his presence. He just watched as the music played. But then the bands changed and Steve opened his eyes. Luckily he didn’t see Eddie. He kept watching as he rolled his head on his neck and stretched a bit. What Eddie didn’t see was Robin. She had seen him walk in immediately. With her and Steve’s bizarre connection she was probably acutely aware of anything that might hurt him. And seeing Eddie would definitely be on that list. She had probably dragged Steve out, bribed him with a drink and some music and probably wasn’t expecting Eddie to walk in it wasn’t his usual crowd for sure.

She cornered him at the back of the bar. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She angrily questions him.

“I didn’t know he would be here. Gareth dragged me out here. I’ve been torturing myself as much as he has I can tell you that” he rebuts.

She scoffs “I highly doubt that. You know him you know how bad he can get? Why drag me into it? 'Distract him this one day, Robin' so I do and how did that work out?”

He sighs and rubs his head “I never wanted to hurt him. I never meant for this. I need to talk to him to explain-“

She cuts him off “you’re not talking to him here or anywhere, coward I do see you drive by every day. Even when he’s there you don’t stop. He sees you too just so you know.”

“You’re right I am a coward does that satisfy you to know that I hate myself?” he’s raising his voice a touch to distract from the wobble in his voice.

She glares at him then sighs, “No Eddie it doesn’t satisfy me. It makes me so fucking sad. I want you to both be happy. Like how things were”

He fakes a laugh “well things aren’t how they used to be now are they?” he raises his hands in question when he sees him again. Steve is staring at them over the crowd. Robins head shoots Steve’s direction.

She looks back to Eddie “if you don’t get your ass out of here I’m going to scream and who you think people will believe? Huh? Me or you?” she looks a little sick after saying it. Like she doesn’t want to but would do anything to protect Steve.

He raises his hands in surrender and looks back to Steve who just looks like his heart is breaking all over again. Eddie backs out and leaves. Like he always does.

In his room smelling Steve’s shirt. He makes a deduction. He’s going to talk to Steve. He’s going to tell him what happened and no matter what he’s not gonna run again.

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Something wakes Steve up the day after he saw Eddie again. His brain was still a little fuzzy. He’d asked Robin to give him a word for word recollection of their conversation. He tries not to flinch when she tells him what she said to make him leave. He proceeded to drink four more beers before Robin cut him off. He was already pretty buzzed when he had seen Eddie anyway. Didn’t even think he was seeing him for real. He thought maybe he was hallucinating him. He can’t even remember getting home. He figures Robin had gotten them home. His assumption confirmed by the note on his nightstand with a bottle of pills, a granola bar, and a glass of water. It reads “got your shift covered Dingus. Take the pills, eat the bar, drink the water and come hang when you’re up and around.” But he’s suddenly shaken from his thoughts when someone bangs on his door. Oh yeah he thinks something had woken up from his sleep it’s still early. He looks at his clock 7:23am it reads. He downs the pills and water. The food can wait.

He throws on some old athletic shorts and an old sweater “Be right there” he calls when the person bangs on the door again. It’s probably Dustin. Though he should probably be in school winter break isn’t for a few weeks.

He swings it wide open and rubs his eyes. It’s Eddie. Of course it’s Eddie. But he’s shocked. Why is he here? Why now?

“Hi” Eddie does a little wave. Steve goes to close the door “wait wait!” Eddie reaches out and holds the door keeping it open.

Steve sighs shakily “what do you want Eds?” the nickname slipping out unintentionally.

Eddie seems to notice he smiles a bit “I need to explain. I’m done running. Remember?”

With a slow nod he lets Eddie into the house. He leads them to the living room though too embarrassed to let Eddie see the state of his room right now. Steve sits on one end of the couch. Silently hoping Eddie will sit close to him like he used to. But he doesn’t. He sits at the other end as far as he can get on the same couch. Steve makes a motion with his hand which Eddie takes to mean he should start talking.

“I miss you.” Is all Eddie can say?

Steve sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “Is that it?”

Eddie shakes his head “No, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Steve just looks at him. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t know what you want Eddie.”

“I just want you to listen. Please?” he’s speaking softly like he doesn’t want to break Steve.

Steve nods for him to continue. “Okay I’m listening.”

He takes a deep breath “I want you to know I love you, I never stopped. I think no matter what I always will.” He continues “I didn’t mean to see Rick I promise”

“How can I believe that when you lied to me about where you were and he was in your fucking van Eddie?” Steve raises his voice

“I didn’t really lie, baby” Steve shoots him a look at the pet name Eddie goes on “sorry, it’s just. Habit. I was with Wayne. We were in Indy together. I made him go with me to get something for you. And then he made me stop so he could run into some store and” he sighs “stupid fucking rick came knocking on the van door. He was in before I even knew who it was.”

Steve looked at him questioningly and asks “it didn’t look like that. You were laughing. Your real laugh not even that fake ass laugh you do for the kids”

“Would you believe me if I said we were talking about you?” Eddie asks.

Steve gapes at him

“I know how it sounds trust me.” Eddie raises his hands in surrender “but, it’s true. He came in told me he’d heard about me crashing at his place wanted to know what that was all about. I made up some shit I really just wanted him out of the van.”

“So the laughing?” Steve urges him.

“Well, he asked what I had going. What I was doing up in Indy. So I told him” Eddie says suddenly shy.

Steve is so confused “I don’t get it. What were you doing:”

“I was buying you something.” Eddie says plainly.

“Just fucking tell me what happened Eddie. Please” Steve almost whispers.

Eddie stands suddenly pacing around the room almost making Steve dizzy.

“I just want you to know this wasn’t how I planned this” Eddie blurts he’s standing in front of Steve. He kneels. Steve’s eyes are probably wide as saucers.

Eddie pulls out a small box. A ring box.

“Steve-“

Steve stands up onto the couch almost falling over the back. “Eddie what the fuck??”

Eddie stands to steady Steve “Baby, this is what I went to Indy for. I asked Wayne to help me pick it out I also asked robin to distract you. I probably should have given her more to go on but that’s my fault.” He shrugs. Eddie tries to pull Steve down and with a little trying he gets him to sit back down.

“So this was your big joke?” Steve chokes out “the funny thing you and Rick were laughing about? You and me?”

Eddie gapes at him now “Steve no. This is not a joke to me it’s the most serious I’ve ever been. Ever. I told rick I was getting a ring. That I was gonna ask you to marry me. And he asked if I was for real. He didn’t believe me. He said I wasn’t good enough for you. That’s what made me laugh. Because I know we’re perfect together. Perfect for each other.” He’s got tears in his eyes now. He goes on though “but then I saw you. I saw your face. I kicked rick out but it was too late you were driving away. My brain stopped I tried to drive after you but then I remembered Wayne.”

Steve takes a breathy inhale “why didn’t you come home? To me? To explain?”

Eddie sighs and points at his head “Coward. Remember?”

Steve reaches for his hand and pulls it into his lap. “You’re not a coward anymore. Remember” he says in the same tone as Eddie had.

Eddie sets the box on the couch next to Steve and puts his other hand on Steve’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t come straight to you. The whole way back I thought about what I would say and what you’d say and I psyched myself up too much.” He goes on “Baby, I love you so much I never want to spend another day without you. And I know we can’t get married for real but for me this is real. As real as any paper can say.” He drops his face to hide it from Steve.

Steve uses his free hand to pick up Eddies chin. “It’s real to me too Eds” he whispers. He brings their foreheads together. They breathe in each other for a moment. Before Steve pulls him in for a kiss. Deepening it when Eddie sighs into it. The pull apart and Steve gets a chance to look at the ring. Its plain gold its slimmer and more subtle than his father’s gaudy old thing. He loves it.

Eddie whispers “it’s engraved on the inside” he pulls the ring of its box to show Steve. “E&S”

They’re both crying but they don’t care. Eddie tries to lighten the mood a little “you never technically answered”

Steve chuckles wetly and rubs his eyes “Well you never technically asked me a question”

“Steve Harrington, will you be my husband.”

“Yes, Eddie Munson I will”

“No takebacks!” Eddie proclaims. He puts the ring on Steve’s finger. It fits perfectly. “You better tell Robin before she actually gets me killed.”

Steve truly laughs for the first time in weeks. “I will but I think we have better things to do.”

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie angst #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #babys first angsty writing #i apologize #slight self harm tw #also I did write this all in one day #so please be nice #stranger things #stranger things fic

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eyes-in-the-stars · 4 months

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My identity is a swirling mix of various people trying to pass like one being. It's like a rat king but they're all aware they won't get anywhere without each other.

I'm not a system. Or at the very least I don't think I am. I have some of the symptoms and signs, I suppose, but I am acutely aware I am the one in the drivers seat every waking moment even if I don't remember much of anything. I don't hear the voices of others that aren't there, unless it's my mind playing tricks on me. I certainly don't remember ever having the level of trauma required for a system to form, at least not at the required age range.

That's all to say, however, I can't help but consider it sometimes. My memory is growing worse by the day. Some times I can maintain an inner personality for days before it changes again, and sometimes it changes multiple times an hour (Though I can never explicitly show those changes to people around me, only subtle changes like how I speak or how I react to things).

It's like I'm a cycle of identities, constantly flipping between labels and names and pronouns in a somewhat consistent manner. That anger is tied to that name, those phantom wings are tied to that distinct image of who I should see in the mirror. And honestly? It is a rare day I look in the mirror and can recognise the face I see as my own. On the rare occasion I hear my own voice i can never pin point it as My voice.

This is such a pointless rant, but as always I just don't know what's wrong with me. Am I even me?

#this is the only time I'm going to tag something seriously on this account #and it is only because i want to hear what other people have to say #this account is supposed to be uncomfortably exposing #so please be nice #identity issues #plural system #maybe?#did system #osdd system #if i need to remove those tags please tell me #i dont want to clog your safe space with my words #non traumagenic dni #btw #i may still be learning but i am more than aware you need trauma to be a system

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a-sketchy-a-day · 2 years

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Medicate au. Marcy wearing a princess gown.

Marcy does have a royal attire for occasions like official appearances and banquets. She just doesn't wear it that much, too much of a hastle.

#sketch #amphibia #amphibia au #amphibibabies au #medicated au #marcy wu #marcy leviathan #dress #first time costume designing #so please be nice

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over-rated-cheese · 1 year

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I drew something…

And it was Maroon

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thegreatcrowdragon · 9 months

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It’s never gonna exist so I might as well give yall my ynfg concept just in case someone wants to make it or something

So you are a girl named Luci, who has been locked in a padded cell for reasons (yet) unknown. You also have a straightjacket on but only in the real world.

There’s no video game console or anything. You save by interacting with a bloodstain on the wall. You sleep on the blanket in the corner.

Her dreams at first are very sweet and cute looking, but the further down the more fucked up it gets. Luci has extremely violent impulsive thoughts, and those can be seen through her dreams.

I realized I never really described Luci so I am now! She’s got long (very) messy black hair and green eyes. Her clothes actually change in the dream world too! In the real world she is wearing a straitjacket, but in the dream world it’s just a white jacket similar to Fluorette’s.

Ok effect time :)

Cat: Turns you into a black cat with blue eyes. Lets you run faster and also meow. Based on a cat I saw in a dream.

Monster: Kills npcs. Luci’s hair gets shorter and she’s wearing a black and red school uniform. Her eyes are red too. Attack animation is multiple spider like appendages coming out of Luci and killing whatever is in front of her.

Crow: Turn into a crow. Returns you to nexus.

Metal bat: Another attack effect, but it can ALSO open blocked doors :)

Ball and chain: Attaches a ball and chain to Luci. Slows her down significantly. The action key makes her pull at the chain. (Totally not a Mikan Muzou reference pff what’s that)

Mimicry: Pressing the action key turns Luci into a chaser and makes them not attack her.

Specter: Makes Luci a pale blue, and translucent. Allows her to go through certain walls. The action key makes dark blue blood drip from her neck before she wipes it up. (This one is just straight up a Me reference, I can’t even deny it)

Cursed: Makes Luci have her right eye closed. Pressing the action key makes her open it, revealing it is completely red and glowing. This reveals invisible things, including npcs.

Phoenix: Turns Luci completely black with wings on her back. Pressing the action key causes her to light up in a burst of orange flame. She will then remain orange, glowing slightly. She will also start flying, but her speed will not increase unless the action key is pressed again. Lights up dark areas and burns certain npcs.

Porcelain: Turns Luci into a doll, her hair is now blonde and she is in a frilly black dress. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is covered by duct tape. This effect automatically attracts npcs. Pressing the action key causes her to open her eyes, peel off the duct tape, and smile directly at the screen. (This one is a reference to a non yume nikki related video game)

Demon: Luci becomes a demon with broken chains around her neck and wrists. Pressing the action key makes her slam her wrist chains together, scaring off npcs.

#yume nikki fangame #I got bored woops #some concepts here are based off of me some aren't #so please be nice

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youchangedmedestiel · 9 months

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Dean needs Cas and wants him to stay

Maybe someone has already done that, probably, but I needed to do it, because I started to think about how Dean doesn’t want Cas to leave starting from season 8 because one, there is no bunker, no real home before this season, except maybe at Bobby’s. Two, in season 4 and 5 Dean and Cas are not that close, their bond is only being developed slowly in season 5 since Cas is not being brainwashed anymore and most of the time he is searching for God. Three, in season 6 Cas works behind Dean’s back to fight Heaven’s war and Dean isn’t happy about it because Cas doesn’t tell them much about what his plan is, and they spent a year apart before that. Four, in season 7 Cas is supposedly dead, then Emmanuel and then not himself and Dean is still mad at him for the betrayal. Meg keeps them posted on Cas’s evolution anyway.

Finally, in season 8, Purgatory happened, their first hug happened and Dean did say he needed Cas. I mean DUH. So let’s see how much he needs him and wants him to stay. Let's hurt together.

Season 8: Cas crushing Dean’s heart repeatedly by leaving

Dean feels guilty for failing Cas and not being able to get him out, he alters the reality of his memory, not being able to accept the fact Cas gave up and left him, especially after he said he need him. But when Cas comes back from Purgatory, he leaves Dean multiple times. First, after killing Samandriel, Dean tells him to wait before he vanishes and even says his name once he is gone (8x10). Sam and Dean actually finds the bunker only in episode 8x13. Later, Cas lies about searching the other half of the demon tablet and Dean says “Without us?” And then, Cas grabs the angel tablet leaving Dean alone and emotionally hurt in the crypt (8x17). Dean put his heart out and Cas just crushed it, so he has a hard time forgiving him for that, but despite being mad he hopes he will come back to him as Naomi highlights it wisely (8x19). When he comes back, Dean is really mad at him for not trusting him and leaving (8x22).

Season 9: Dean has to ask human!Cas to leave the bunker, their hearts are crushed

As soon as Dean knows angels are searching for Cas and that Cas is human he tells him to go in the bunker immediately. When they reunite, Dean’s reaction to Cas’s death is really something, the shaking voice as he says his name, realizing Cas is gone, and the soft “Yeah” as Cas calls him when he wakes up. This season Cas doesn’t leave Dean, Dean is the one asking him to go because he doesn’t have any other choice and it hurts Cas (9x03). But Dean is hurt too since he tells Sam "Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than I do, okay?" (9x04). Dean does go check on him as soon as Cas called him about a case (9x06). Dean has to send him away a second time because of Gadreel (9x09). He apologizes later to Cas for that, now that he is back to help him (9x10). Then, Dean starts to feel the effect of the Mark of Cain starting from episode 11, so he is not really himself, especially after killing Abaddon (9x21). He knows that Cas is away searching for a way to bring the angels back to Heaven and stop Metatron, Cas updates them. But when he doesn’t answer his phone and seems to be missing, Dean orders Sam to go find him while he takes care of Gadreel (9x18).

Season 10: Dean is affected by the Mark of Cain and Cas searches for a cure

Dean is really affected by the Mark of Cain, so not really himself. However, he tells Cas “I’m glad you’re here, man” after he helped Sam cure him (10x03). Then, Cas is away most of the time to help Claire (10x09, 10x10 and 10x20) and to find a cure to save Dean. They help him with Claire a little bit. Mostly, this season Cas works with Sam to find a way to remove the Mark of Cain.

Season 11: Dean wants to save Cas and Cas’s body

Dean wants to go find Cas after Cas called him when he was affected by the attack dog spell (11x01). Then, he doesn’t want to call Cas to disturb him in his binge-watching at the bunker, because he had a rough go (11x04 and 11x05). Sam tells Dean they might need help from Cas to find Amara and Dean knows it, but he doesn’t want to ask him that, saying he had a rough go lately. Sam highlights that they all did. Dean looks away, makes dimples of discontent, and finally agrees to call him, but he doesn’t really want to. He prefers Cas staying safe at the bunker (11x06). Dean is the one searching for Cas (actually Casifer) when they are back at the bunker after killing the banshee (11x12) and discovers that he is gone, telling Sam he was weird when he saw him earlier. When Dean discovers that Cas said yes to Lucifer, he doesn’t want to believe that he doesn’t want to be saved and wants to save him anyway (11x14 until 11x18). He even faces Amara, putting himself at risk, to allow Sam to go save Casifer (11x21). He worries about him again when Casifer is going to fight against Amara one on one (11x22).

Season 12: Dean tries to prevent Cas from being killed

Dean wants to go with Cas that found a lead on Lucifer but Cas refuses (12x03). Dean just wants to go home when Cas almost dies (12x12). Through this season, after searching for Lucifer, Cas is searching for Kelly Kline, updating them/Dean regularly on his findings (12x04, 12x13 and 12x15), that’s how Dean notices Cas sounding weird as he goes in Heaven. And when Cas doesn’t call Dean for days, he is worried and searches for him even before Sam suggests it (12x18). He finally comes back and Dean is mad because they were, well mostly HE WAS, worried. But then, Cas leaves him again, stealing the Colt from under his pillow. Later, once again, he runs away with Kelly. And another last time, he forces them to fall asleep and leaves (12x19). At last, Cas dies and Dean falls on his knees next to his dead body after screaming “nooo” to try to stop him to go after Lucifer in Apocalypse world (12x23). Dean’s worst fear has come true, he definitely loses Cas.

Season 13: Dean is grieving, then terrified to lose Cas again

Dean grieves Cas really hard for 5 episodes. When Cas comes back he is so happy again and he doesn’t want him to go alone again to find Jack and wants to go with him, but Cas stops him, as a last resort Dean tells Cas “don’t do anything stupid” (13x07). Cas ends up kidnapped by Asmodeus. The knight of Hell calls Sam to give update about Jack (13x08 and 13x09). Dean apologizes for not being able to notice Cas was kidnapped, saying they would have search for him if they knew (13x13). Cas wants to try to find help from angels but Dean isn’t happy about it, doesn’t agree at first and finally says “just don’t get dead again”, as a last resort again (13x19). Dean is just too scared to lose him again.

Season 14: Dean is having his family in the bunker all together

Most of the time Cas is gone with Jack to work a case, when he is not in the bunker with them, which is not a problem for Dean because this means Cas will come back with Jack at the bunker. Actually, he is almost always here, at least “for a few weeks”, because Dean tells Sam he saw Cas going out of the bunker early in the morning to stretch his legs and that he understands why he needs it (14x16).

Season 15: Dean is mad and finally asks Cas to stay in his own words

The first eight episodes Dean is mad at Cas, he is mad at everything actually. Even mad and after saying awful things, he asks Cas where he is going when Cas decides to leave (15x03). He doesn’t want him to break all contact when he says that Cas should check the messages Sam sent him (15x06). Dean comes back after hearing Cas’s messages saying that Sam was hurt. It’s the first time they see each other after Cas left the bunker. They stand in the war room and Cas leaves after saying Sam is ok and Dean is not happy about it. He probably wanted to talk but he couldn’t himself and Cas either (15x07). Dean is still mad at Cas for leaving as he says “Maybe if you didn't just up and leave us.” But finally, in his prayer to Cas, scared as hell to lose him again, he admits that he should have stopped him, that he forgives him “of course” and that he is sorry (15x09). When Cas leaves the bunker in the middle of the night to find another way to stop Chuck and save Jack, Dean asks him twice where he is going (15x15). And finally, Dean asks him one last time not to leave him, telling him “Don’t do this, Cas”, when Cas is sacrificing himself to summon the Empty and save Dean.

To summarize:

As soon as they had a real home, being the bunker, Dean wanted Cas to stay with them. He never told him clearly, probably thinking Cas doesn't want to stay, but he showed it so many times. Despite all his effort, he loses him countless times. The last time he loses him, Dean does say “Don’t do this, Cas” trying to stop him, he asked him to stay in his own words but Cas just left anyway, to save him. (Shit, I need to end this on a positive note). But Dean finally is able to reunite with him again in Heaven, where he can’t lose him anymore. (Alright, that’s better).

#spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #dean needs cas #dean wants cas to stay #dean is afraid to lose cas #spn meta #It's my first meta #so please be nice #I just like thinking about those two idiots #and I just wanted to share my thoughts #maybe I missed some #feel free to add other things I might have missed #i hurt myself writing that #why did I do that?#but it's fine they reunite in Heaven anyway #my random thoughts about destiel

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