#thank you friend!

[and-corn]

He just learned a new spell, it’s supposed to make you smile!

Did it work?

It sure did!

I cast ‘EXPRESS GRATITUDE’, range: SELF

#what wonders will I manifest with this newfound magical power?? #thank you friend! #I love getting your messages

[fell-contract]

13 :) how was your bday this year?

13. How was your birthday this year?

Well bestie it was the 'ol dirty 30 but I was recovering from surgery. Thankfully I had a wonderful dinner with my man and planned ahead by taking some pics outdoors for the occasion. Hard to see the forest for the trees in the moment but in hindsight, I'd say it was pretty damn good.

For reference, here's my dirty 30 shot that was lost in the great nuking:

Ask me these!

#ask #thank you friend! #baby beard is giving me imposter syndrome

[battenthecrosshatches]

would it be predictable to request supercorp + 31 ("if we’re going to keep ending up in life-or-death situations, trust that I will save you every single time") ? 🖤

I picture Supergirl and Lena, friendship still on the rocks, having narrowly escaped a bomb (a Lex special delivery to his favorite sister). They're trapped in a resulting cave in. Lena is still wrapping herself in a cloak of ice to mask how hurt she's been.

Lena for all her trying can't stand the silence. She throws an accusatory jab to give herself some relief. "For a moment, I wasn't sure if you were bringing the bomb to me or trying to turn it away."

Kara, drained, says, "If you can't trust me as a friend- if we can't- if we're going to keep ending up in life-or-death situations, trust that I will save you every single time. That has always been true."

#btc art #pippytmi #thank you for your patience #ask btc #supercorp #thank you friend!

[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: “When will I get people who care the way I care?” Steve + the party hurt/comfort

Lmaooooo not you turning my own words on me (thank you I probably needed to write this ngl)

Steve made a point to remember the kids’ birthdays. To know their favorite foods, their allergies, to have their favorite tapes in his car.

And it’s not like it’s serious. Steve wouldn’t die from it. Probably.

It’s just… well. He told them he was allergic to shellfish. He remembered the day, especially, because they’d all had a long discussion about what was actually classified as shellfish.

But now someone decided to bring a clambake up to Bumfuck, Indiana, right where Steve lived, and all the kids are so excited about it, and he’s excited for them, honest.

But they don’t understand when he declines the offer to go, their request to drive them. Slowly but surely, he realizes they forgot.

Maybe he should’ve expected that. Maybe he should’ve known the expectations are different on the babysitter versus the babysat. Maybe-

“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, one loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone out! Something’s come up. Great to see you, same time next week, untold horrors, et cerera. Get the fuck outta here.”

Eddie turns to Steve once everyone’s gone. “What’s wrong?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“You’re making a face like something’s wrong.”

“Oh.” Steve debates not telling him, except that’s never done him any favors before, and he doubts it’ll start now. “Um. Just. Y’know the clambake?”

Eddie chuckles. “It’s practically all the kids talk about.”

“Yeah. Um. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. Or why I didn’t want to take them.”

“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “I’m all for telling the little shits no once in a while, don’t get me wrong. But… why did you tell them no?”

“I’m allergic to shellfish.”

Eddie’s mouth opens in an o. “Do they know?”

“Yeah. Or they did, I dunno. I guess they forgot. And I just… I dunno. Got in my head about it, I guess, because I remember things that are important to them, y’know? I have their tapes in my car, I know their favorite foods, I know what they’re allergic to. I know what to do to help all of them through a nightmare or a panic attack. And I spend so much of my time giving, and being what they need me to be, and… I guess it gets tiring, sometimes.” He shrugs, looks down. “I’m just wondering when I’m gonna get people who care the way I care. Who remember the little things, maybe not even cause they’re important, but because they’re part of me, y’know?”

Eddie smiles sadly, sits next to him. Turns his body to face Steve’s. “You mean like the face you make when you’re cooking and your sauce needs more salt? Or the way you dance a little, wiggle your hips, when you’ve got music playing and you’re doing the dishes? Or the way you clench your fists when you think no one’s looking, when you’re trying not to fidget or reach out and touch?” He touches one of Steve’s hands, clenched in his lap. “You can.”

Steve sighs, releases his hands. Turns one over and capture’s Eddie’s. “And the important thing,” Eddie continues. “The way you keep the pool lights turned off when the kids aren’t over. The way you hate to cook for just yourself. You ever wonder why I invite myself over so much? ‘S because I know you wouldn’t eat otherwise. The kids are assholes, I’ll give you that. They’re also kids. Let them grow up some, keep showing them the love that you are, and trust that one day they’ll show it back. Until then, can I be enough for you?”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, chokes. “You’re always enough. More than.”

Eddie moves in closer. “Let yourself take,” he whispers back, slotting an arm over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in. “Trust that I’m giving. That I want you to have it.”

Steve leans in. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t kiss him. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking, accepting. And that says everything.

#I hope this was okay #most of this was written at 2am last night #and I finished the rest just now #so if anything doesn’t make sense that’s why #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #prompts #thank you friend! #starambles

[frownyalfred]

I really enjoyed your latest fic, sever the blight! But what really fascinates me are those nutrient cubes. What do you hc them being made out of? I remember in the fic someone mentioning them tasting fishy? And thinking about the r&d work that went into developing them is making my brain turn! Just Bruce developing a way to process, cook, and package the cubes, AS WELL AS running shelf life studies on them (I know he would, he's the type to run a 2+ year shelf life study, he would be that thorough). And the thought and care that went into making those cubes might be another way of Bruce showing that he cares for his children (in his weird way). If they get stuck/trapped somewhere for a long period of time, he's going to make sure he has a reliable, (somewhat) healthy, and safe food source for his kids until help comes.

Again, excellent fic!

Ahh thank you for asking about those! I think I wrote them that way half because I've been reading too much Star Wars fic and half because I'm a weightlifter about to go into another cut, so I've been thinking a lot about optimal nutrition.

My (admittedly non-expert) hc for the cubes was that they were made of complete proteins, omega 3's (hence the slightly fishy smell Clark notes) and some essential vitamins, while being as calorically dense and compact as possible. You need protein, calories, and fat for the fat-soluble vitamins, and you need it to be small, essentially.

Bruce's cubes kind of tell us several things about him:

He keeps more than a month's worth of calories in his belt at any time

He keeps those calories in a form that his children or other humans can consume

He knows the exact nutritional value of each cube and has a plan already reviewed to ration them, if needed

He knows how long he himself can go without the cubes before experiencing a go/no go point

He has, like you pointed out, tested these cubes to the point of perfection. They are optimized for both maximum output and minimal use of space.

The fact that the boys are used to the cubes, as Clark notes, means Bruce has fed them the cubes before. Either on missions, as snacks, or something else. Testing, perhaps?

He has, either intentionally or somewhat intentionally, designed the cubes to fulfill multiple nutritional needs. i.e., those of teens, growing children, adults, and adults with metahuman or enhanced abilities.

Bruce has likely experienced a time, or several times, when food has been scarce or when carrying optimal nutrition while fighting has been difficult.

You're exactly right -- there's always going to be a safe, bioavailable source of optimal nutrition for him and/or his kids within his belt at any given time. If he's alive, or they have his belt, they're safe for at least a few weeks.

It's a small cube, and his kids barely blink at it. But there's a whole world of care, service, and love wrapped up in that tiny little fishy protein cube.

#bruce my beloved acts of service example #myfic #theresurrectionist #sever the blight #asks #thank you friend! #tw discussion of weight loss/gain #tw discussion of calories #tw starvation #nutrition #me talking out of my non-science ass as usual #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #dc

[slippinmickeys]

Five paragraph prompt:

As they’re unwinding after a case, Mulder becomes preoccupied with watching how a man across a diner / restaurant / bar is eyeing Scully. Earlier seasons (or before FTF, anyway) so that there’s a more buttoned-up MSR vibe, maybe.

It’s odd, he thinks, how he’s never really noticed the sway of her hips.

Okay, he’s noticed, but he hasn’t looked. Not like the guy at their 10 o’clock is looking. Watching as Scully sashays back to their table, her clompy heels scuffing along the floor with a gritty, salacious rasp.

It’s summer in the District. Her foundation has long since been sweated off, revealing a beauty mark above her lip, maybe freckles, and in the heat of the field, she’d shucked off her suit coat and was now wearing only a sleeveless silk blouse, one so sheer that Mulder (and the guy at the bar, no doubt) could make out the shape of her bra, the soft globes of her breasts pillowing out slightly above the cups.

Scully against the backdrop of over-varnished, sticky tables. Scully moving through the chessboard cones of bad light. Mulder can’t look away either.

The guy turns his body in a complete 180 so that he can follow her progress, and something ignites inside Mulder’s chest. But he can’t move. He can’t so much as intimate any kind of possessive impression or Scully would pin him with a glare so intense his ball hair would try to climb back into his scrotum. It’s not like that with them.

“Evenin’ y’all,” says a voice as Scully slides back into their booth, and they both look up to see Bar Guy himself, hovering at the edge of their of their table. That was quick, Mulder thinks. “I have a bet with my buddy over there that y’all aren’t together.”

The man’s hair is very shiny and his teeth are very straight. Mulder bets he’s the kind of guy who puts his seat back the second the flight attendant sits down for takeoff. In any event, he sounds like Foghorn Leghorn, which Mulder assumes is performative. Do people from Virginia even have southern accents? Not in his experience, though Alexandria’s not exactly deep in the state.

“Kind of a circuitous way of asking if I’m her boyfriend,” Mulder says, though Scully is wearing a small, beatific smile. Mulder smiles at the guy, too. But it’s more of a that’s nice, off you fuck kind of smile.

“Are you?” Foghorn asks hopefully.

Mulder looks to his partner, seeing where she’d like to go with the question. He’d posed as her beau before; sometimes it was just easier to fend off suitors that way, especially if she was tired.

“No,” Scully says, kindly. “But I’m not in the market.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” Foghorn smiles before walking away, inclining his head politely at Scully. Even Mulder is a little charmed by the guy’s bravado.

“You have to admire the lack of subtlety,” Mulder says, his eyes following the man as he collects both his sport coat and his buddy, disembarking to search for a more target-rich port.

“Do you?” Scully asks dubiously. She’s looking at the table, occupying herself by running her finger along the rim of her wine glass. The tone her wet finger brings forth is as rich as a ripe plum.

“In and out in under ninety seconds,” Mulder points out. “Better than standing there stammering for five minutes like the last six guys.”

“You make it sound like this happens all the time.”

“It does.”

Scully makes a dismissive gesture.

Mulder thinks just then that every single man they meet either wants to kiss her or kill her, but he’s not dumb enough to say it. Instead he downs the last of his beer.

“You ready to get out of here?” he asks.

“Not yet,” she says, gesturing about six inches beyond his left shoulder. “There’s a queue of GS-12’s waiting to ask for my hand.”

Mulder can’t help but turn to genuinely look, which earns him Scully’s charming squawk of laughter, the one she rarely trots out. When he turns back to her, she’s already sliding out of the booth and grabbing her coat.

She looks up at him as he stands up beside her and pokes him in the chest.

“Not every man in this bar wants to jump me,” she says, a teeny, tiny bit drunk.

“Nah, you’re right,” Mulder answers, his own cheeks warm with drink. “Only one or two of them do.”

He realizes, only as the words cross his tongue, that the call is coming from inside the house.

#thank you friend!

[isapirata]

Hellooo! I love your writing so much! And I was wondering if I could request a Sanji x reader fic where she feels dumb for being upset that she never has a valentine every year Valentine’s Day comes around so Sanji decides to surprise her and make up for all the years she didn’t have anyone

sfw wc: 621

You didn’t like the color red. It was too bright, made you angry, and sore to the eyes. However, there was another reason why, the real reason why you didnt like it: it was the color of love.

Let’s just say that your love life has been…uneventful. Your past partners seemed to remember every day except for Valentine’s Day.

It was frustrating to see other couples exchanging gifts, receiving chocolate, and hold hands while looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. While they were spending time together, there was you and your partner just…there. Now there was nothing wrong with that, but Valentine’s Day was literally the day of love. The day of the color red.

“Why the long face?” A caring voice asked. “Someone like you doesn’t have a reason to frown.”

“Oh, hey Sanji.” You muttered, looking out sea.

“Talk to me.” He replied. “I’m here for you.”

Sighing, you turned and looked at him, hands on your waist and a smirk on your face. “Red.” You said. “I hate it.”

“Do you want me to tell Luffy to change his shirt?” He asked, trying to fix your issue. “I think it’s a terrible color too—”

“I mean, yes it would be lovely if he changed it but that’s not the real reason why.” You admitted. “This sounds stupid but it’s about…love.”

Hearing hesitation in your voice, Sanji didn’t respond and waited for you to continue.

“Love is dumb. Y’know? Especially if someone forgets they love you. Or really, really cares about you. Where I live, every February 14 is Valentine’s Day, when couples celebrate that with each other.”

“Ohhh,” he trailed. “A day of love? Interesting…”

“And I—I mean, other people who are in relationships who forget that they care about the other are dumb. People are just dumb, okay?” Heated from your rant, you quietly thanked Sanji for listening and walked away. Being the romantic he is, you were sure that he would never forget a day like that if he lived in your village.

“Hey,” Zoro’s voice called out, “I’ve got something to show you.”

You looked up from where you were mopping and laughed. “Since when have you ever had anything to show me?”

Not acknowledging the sarcasm, Zoro added, “let’s just go to the kitchen. And, do not. I repeat, do not listen to Luffy when we pass him.”

Curious, you nodded your head and followed the swordsman. Lo and behold, when Luffy saw both of you, he tried to wriggle free from his imprisonment. He was stuffed into a barrel with Usopp sitting on top. The sniper waved his hand with a smile. “Hope you’re ready!” He said excitedly.

“You guys! Feed me because I’m so hungry!” Luffy said sadly. “I need meat!”

“Shut up, Luffy!” Usopp exclaimed, hitting the barrel. While Luffy protested, Zoro walked you to the kitchen and left you at the entrance, not saying goodbye. Shrugging your shoulders, you knocked on the door and heard a singsong voice in the other side.

“Come in!” Sanji yelled. When you opened the door and entered the kitchen, you gasped. In front of you was a table seated for two with a vase of flowers in the middle, and plates in front of each chair. There was a variety of food to choose from, dishes ranging from your village to the Baratie.

“Sanji?” You asked.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiled, walking you to the table. Being the gentleman he is, he pulled out your chair and pushed you in after you sat down. He knelt down and gave you a red rose. “I hope you learn to like the color red again.”

Giggling, you pulled him in for a cheek kiss. “Thank you.”

#one piece #one piece writing #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji oneshot #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji oneshot #request #thank you friend!

[meerey]

hii Lee Thanks for tagging me @judelaws-hairline

Last song I listened to: Someone to call my lover by Janet Jackson. Probably the first person I've ever stanned and my mother who raised me. I'll love her forever

Favorite color: emerald green(probably only because emerald is my birth month stone and I have no personality🙂)

Currently watching: True Detective. I started the new season a week ago and I'm barely on episode 2 but it still counts!!

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory. I don't really have a sweet tooth

Relationship status: I'm on tumblr so you know damn right I'm single

Current obsession: diy-ing!! home decor!! making stuff with my hands

Last thing I googled: how to spell aneurysm( don't laugh at me)

Tagging: @missymysterious @letsgetmessi @flightovenus @lewisrises @gianniisantetokounmpo @forza-lh44 but no pressure tho

#thank you friend! #and good luck with your script it sounds incredible that you're doing it #m

[elvensorceress]

The thing is, even if they do the whole moving in thing now… to me it is almost like putting Eddie as a side character. We’ve had time to see the evolution of everyone else’s relationships, and as you pointed out even Tommy and Buck’s was developed better than Eddie and that woman. Making them live together all of a sudden almost feels as if they don’t care about Eddie enough to give him solid development. Because what we’ve had so far isn’t it…

Personally I want her gone. I can’t stand the actress and it annoys me she’s still there. Because she doesn’t deserve it after her behavior and because I am at my limit with her smug attitude. I wouldn’t mind Tommy staying for a bit longer, I like him and the different dynamics he brings in (wow look at that, maybe a developed character can be likeable!) but honestly I want her gone like, yesterday.

Been trying to think of a reply for this, but I basically just want to say:

100/10. No notes. Because. Yeah. Yes to all. Eddie and Tommy's relationship is more developed after one episode, too. Hell, Maddie and Eddie's relationship is more developed at this point and they've had one? group scene together? But we know more about what they think of each other and how they fit in each other's lives even without a single duo scene of them together. So. 🫠

But I agree. It wouldn't make sense. It's been a few months of them dating. Because they put the cruise ship disaster right at the beginning and the first three episodes spanned a week? Or so? And the cruise was two months(?) after season 6? Does anyone even know the supposed timeline they're working with? Or is it hand wavy like s4 was and we'll just never know for sure?

idk the timeline is fuzzy so don't quote me on anything. But it can't be more than maybe three months that they've been dating? And it's so late in the game to try and back track and show development now. She was in 6a. They could have done something to keep up that relationship throughout the whole season. Not that it really matters or that I want her on my screen for any longer. imo the lack of shown development would have to be on purpose. We know Mr.Minear doesn't like relationships like this where you seclude the characters and can't have them interact with the rest of the story so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(let's go quicker, Timothy! get there faster!)

If that moving in disaster (a la BuckTaylor) does happen, I would hope that it's for a reason. A good reason. But even then, it's like. Is there really a good enough reason at this point? Because I just don't think so. I am tired. She's insufferable.

🏳️‍⚧️🕯️Prayer circle to get the biphobic/homophobic transphobe off our show 2Kforever 🕯️🏳️‍⚧️

#will no one give my boy the storylines he deserves??? 😭 #when will Eddie stories come back from the war??? #911 spoilers #911 s7 spoilers #911 speculation #thank you friend! #jenwyn gets mail

[cinamun]

Miss girl you have such an eye for decor and builds. Commercial lots and homes alike.

I guess I do kinda a lil bit 👉🏾👈🏾

#thank you friend!

[slavicafire]

Here's my beloved grandma (she's 17!). She has a name but no one uses it, we only call her Kicia, hope she helps a little bit

goodness I have such a soft spot for old kitties... she helped a lot, please tell her I love her! all the love and health and fun cardboard boxes to sit in for kicia!

#thank you friend!

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Drabble prompt-

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

I think I did it! I think I actually wrote a drabble. And crossed off another @badthingshappenbingo square!

UPDATE: I did not do it lmao

UPDATE2: Now on ao3 so I can have everything together.

Jamie Tartt was going to be the death of him.

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

Roy pressed his thumb and index finger against the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.

“What was I supposed to do?” Jamie scoffed.

“Not that!” Roy said, trying to keep his voice down but failing.

“You were going to fucking fall!”

“Your fucking point?” Roy asked, psychotic eyebrows shooting nearly to his hairline.

“Didn’t want you to get hurt,” Jamie pouted.

“So you got hurt instead?”

“Didn’t think that part through, did I?”

“No fucking shit.”

“Well, innit better me than you and your old man bones? They’re probably just dust in there held together by anger and stubbornness. My bones are young and strong.”

“Jamie your wrist is broken.”

“I told you I didn’t think it through, alright?”

Jamie adjusted the ice pack on his wrist. The pair had been having a similar conversation on and off since they arrived at A&E. All the trouble started on a bike ride. They were nearing the coffee shop by Keeley’s office, intent on bringing her and Barbara coffee and pastries while they worked on their latest campaign.

They were bike riding when Roy’s tire caught a divot. He started to tip and Jamie lept off his bike to try to catch Roy before he landed on his bad knee. And it worked. Roy didn’t land on his bad knee, unfortunately, all Roy’s weight landed on Jamie’s outstretched wrist instead. Ice packs and x-rays replaced coffees and scones.

So much for an uneventful off-season.

“Next time, maybe wrist guards, knee and elbow pads for everyone. And helmets. Definitely helmets,” Ruth said, pulling back the curtain where the pair sat waiting. “I’m afraid I have bad news.”

“Fuck.”

“That is my diagnosis. Yes.”

“Fucking professional. Is it really broken?”

Ruth turned her ipad to show the pair the x-ray and pointed. “Unfortunately, yes. You can see the break right there.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Roy and Jamie said simultaneously.

“Told you.”

“Fuck off.”

Ruth rolled her eyes. “There’s minor displacement, so I can reduce it and then we’ll get you in a cast and get you out of here a soon as we can.”

True to her word, Jamie and Roy are waiting for Ruth an hour later, Jamie’s broken wrist secured in a cast and sling.

“You’re such a dumbass,” Roy said again.

“Stop calling me that,” Jamie said and Roy began to feel badly.

The situation seemed to sink in for Jamie once the cast was applied. The nerve block meant he wasn’t in too much pain but that wouldn’t last and right now the lad just looked uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry. I just, I hate seeing you hurt and especially when it was my fault.”

“How was it your fault?” Jamie asked skeptically.

“You were trying to catch me. Did you hit your fucking head too?”

“It were an accident, Roy. If anyone’s to blame it’s the fucking pot hole you drove through. Thinking of writing a strongly worded letter to our boy Sadiq Khan about the maintenance of London’s roads.”

“I’m impressed you know who the Mayor is.”

“Fuck off. Met him at one of the England matches couple of weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Roy said again then motioned vaguely at Jamie. ”About all this.”

“I told. you, it were an accident,” Jamie shrugged then winced as it jostled his injured wrist.

“Ready lads?” Ruth appeared holding a bag with pain medication she handed to Roy.

“We picking Phoebe up?” Jamie asked.

“I can drive you home first if you want?”

The bikes were abandoned after the incident and they’d taken a taxi to the hospital, thankful Ruth’s shift ended as they were ready to leave.

“Let’s get Phoebe and then Roy said he’d buy us all kebabs, didn’t you, Royo?”

“When the fuck did I say that?”

“You did. Felt bad on account of landing on me and all.”

“Right, yeah,” Roy said as he helped Jamie into Ruth’s Range Rover and buckled him in, careful of his sling. “But seriously, don’t do that again, yeah?”

“No promises, mate.”

One way or another, Jamie Tartt was going to be the death of him.

#thank you friend! #i wrote about a thousand words as a follow up to my first drabble #but that seemed a bit harsh since in it jamie just woke from a (spoiler alert) coma #so i wrote this instead! #whump #whump prompt #jamie tartt #roy kent #bad things happen bingo #accidentally hurt by a friend #ted lasso fanfic #writing prompt #drabble #i think #ao3

[writeforfandoms]

mmmm what abooouuuuuuttttt Let's say Flight!

As soon as I saw this word, I knew exactly what to write.

--

John looked down at his dragonet, blue as the sky. She was still little, still uncoordinated, but she'd grow.

Hopefully she wouldn't go through a chewing phase. Someone would have warned him of that... right?

Huffing softly, he crouched down next to her, already entranced with her eyes. "Yer a beautiful wee thing," he murmured affectionately.

She blinked at him, chirruping at him. She butted her head into his hand with easy affection.

"Won't be so wee for long," he mused, stroking gentle fingers down her neck. "Won't be that long before we can fly, hm?"

Personally, he was looking forward to the day. He remembered his first flight like it was yesterday - the rush of the wind, Ilsbet steady and strong under him. He'd been craving more of that since then, more of that rush, more of that freedom.

And the accumulation of those dreams lay on his feet like a scaly canine, eyes drooping, ready to nap.

#writing game #homeward bound #dragon riders au #lil bit spoilery #thank you friend!

[estrellami-1]

Writer prompt: hurt Steve Harrington

Jesus fuck babe I think you’re trying to kill me.

Also side note this was NOT supposed to be Steve channeling Steve Rogers but. Oh well. It happened and honestly I’m not upset about it. They both get the doe-eyed brunet with the hair at the end, so. 🤷‍♀️ also you should know I’m absolutely incapable of not ending with fluff, so. That is happening. Thanks for the prompt! ❤️

Steve was used to getting back up.

He was used to taking the hit, to walking it off, so no one else had to.

Perhaps the most notable one was underneath Starcourt, in a skimpy sailor costume, so his then-coworker—and God, now he can’t imagine life without her—could hopefully remain unscathed.

He was used to being brushed aside, labeled other, unimportant, dumb. He was used to brushing all that off. Like water off a ducks back or whatnot.

But this.

God.

This was total, all-encompassing, dizzying, terrifying.

It had started as a small headache. He wasn’t sure from what—from not drinking enough, skipping lunch, not sleeping enough, just too many bright lights and loud sounds, who knows—but it didn’t matter, not now, not with the way it had grown, from a slight pulse behind his eyes to a jackhammer through his skull. His vision was going in and out, his ears were ringing, he couldn’t even tell if he was standing or laying or upside-down.

All that mattered—all he could think about—was the pain.

Time didn’t exist, which meant he didn’t know how long it had been since it had started to now, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to move, to jerk away, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t tell if the hand was friendly or not. It didn’t matter; whatever they could do to him couldn’t be worse than this.

He would know. This hurt worse than the Russians.

Something pushed against his lips, and he opened on instinct, swallowing pills on instinct.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder what it was, if it was more medicine, if the medicine he’d already taken had worn off, or if it was something worse.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder about the hand on his shoulder, the other hand now on his head, in his hair. He couldn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. The hand in his hair, on his shoulder, felt nice. He didn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. A warm body, next to his. Familiar.

The pain lessened slightly. Words, a voice, whispering.

The pain lessened slightly. He could make out what the voice was saying, if he concentrated hard enough.

“You’ll be okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. ‘M glad Robin called me, said she thought you weren’t okay. God, to think you were just going to try to ride this out on your own.” A pause. “I’m only sorry for breaking in because it feels like something I should be sorry about. But I’m not sorry, if it means you’re not alone. If it means I can help you through this somehow.” A hand moved through his hair again. “I really hope any of this is actually helping. Kinda outta my depths here.”

Steve focused more. He knew that voice. “Eds?”

He winced, curled in on himself. The jackhammers doubled for a few seconds, drowned out any and everything else.

“Shh,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s me. Can you give me one of your hands?”

Steve focused. Tried to remember the rest of his body. Found a hand, prickly like tv static. Moved it until it hit something unyielding.

Eddie scooped it up, placed it in his palm. Lifted Steve’s first finger, let it fall against a callus, under his fingers. “Tap once for yes, twice for no.”

Tap.

“Good. Can you drink some water for me?”

Steve didn’t move. He wasn’t sure.

“Okay, let’s try this. Would water help right now?”

Tap. Hesitant, he didn’t want to move, but it probably would help.

“Okay. We can do that in a second, I’ve got a glass right here. Do you feel nauseous?”

Another pause, then two taps.

Eddie tapped back. “Do you think you could get nauseous if you move?”

Tap.

Eddie sighed. “Okay. Can I move you for just a second? So you can drink some water?”

Tap. Hesitant, but there.

“Brave boy,” Eddie murmured. “Let me do the moving, m’kay? You focus on keeping lunch down, but if you can’t, I’ll have a trash can ready. Okay?”

Tap.

“Alright.”

The world spun behind his closed eyelids, and he gagged, but kept it down.

“Good,” Eddie murmured, now behind him. “You’re doing so good, Steve. Little bit of water, now, slow, small sips, take your time.”

A glass pressed against his lips. He opened. Slow, small sips, like Eddie had said.

“Good,” Eddie said again, moving the glass away. His hand found Steve’s again. “Think you can sleep?”

A tap, then a squeeze.

Eddie paused. “With me here?”

Tap.

“Okay, Stevie. Okay. I’ll stay. Always.”

Steve woke up an indeterminate amount of time later. His head still hurt some, but it was much better than it had been. He rolled over to look at Eddie, who was waking up. “Mornin’,” Eddie murmured. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” Steve whispered. “You stayed. You came.”

“Course I did,” Eddie said, hand finding Steve’s hair again. “You needed me.”

Steve’s hand found Eddie’s other palm, tucked between them. Tap. “Always.”

#asks #send me asks #writing #writing asks #writing prompts #from friends! #thank you friend! #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #hurt Steve #this one HURT but it also felt so so good to write #starambles

[frownyalfred]

Holy crap that last update. Lex slapping the back of Clark's head and then going to "moniter" Jason?

I foresee Shenanigans in the future with Lex having none of Jason's nonsense, scruffing him and dragging Jason back to the nest so Bruce can cuddle him after Lex has lectured him about Omega rights and sat on him to drill home the point.

You've written Clark, Lex, and Bruce so well!! I'm absolutely loving these three and Alfred has endeared himself even further (which seemed like an impossibility earlier, given he's my favourite character)

Thank you! It’s wild to me that Lex is the voice of reason here but….lol he kinda is? Bruce is working on not hating himself, Jason is in outright denial, and Clark and Alfred aren’t omegas. He’s literally the only one who’s at least somewhat settled into himself lol!

Lex will set Jason straight. He knows deep down how much he means to Bruce. And having a shitty little snot nosed alpha periodically challenging Clark is amusing for him to watch.

#asks #thank you friend! #bruce wayne #batman #dc #myfic #theresurrectionist #batfamily #clark kent #superbat #superman #a sky of honey #a coral room #a/b/o tw #a/b/o mention

[ariadne-mouse]

A silly drawing prompt 4 u:

Would you love me if I were a worm?

#op #asks #shadowgast #thank you friend! #ariadne draws cr