Biker Simon with the clubs kids 😮💨
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HELP?? THAT IS SO COOL WHAT
simon snaps his visor up and laughs when he hears your nephew’s resounding merry scream, the boy still bouncing around excitably at simon’s little trick. he then stops waving his hands around to run back to simon and hug his legs.
“that was sooo cool,” he cheers, his voice muffled by his helmet.
simon fondly shakes his head before reaching down to unlatch the helmet from the boy’s little head.
“promise not to tell y’r aunt or y’r parents that i did that?” simon asks, holding up his pinky.
your nephew hooks his pinky with simon’s then mimes himself zipping his mouth shut, before theatrically whispering, “i promise!”
simon chuckles and ruffles the boy’s short hair before straightening back up to remove his own helmet only to jolt in surprise at seeing you standing by the garage door, your jaw hanging open. it’s all the confirmation simon needs to know that you’ve caught them.
“uh-oh,” your nephew gasps out, having caught on.
uh-oh indeed.
“sweetheart,” simon starts. “i, uh, won’t do it again-”
“how’d you do that?! that was so cool!” you shout, too buzzed to notice that you’ve cut him off, before elatedly bouncing – truly like aunt, like nephew – towards him, your eyes still wide with glee.
you stand beside your nephew and simon chokes on his laughter when he notices the way you two are staring up at him in twin awe, your guys’ cheeks round from the forces of your smiles.
if only he can take a picture of the two of you right now.
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simon later receives a message from your brother-in-law.
> Apparently, I’m no longer his favourite adult.
attached is a video taken from the garage’s security cameras – simon doing his little trick, your nephew bouncing around happily, and then you ambling towards the two of them in your mismatched slippers.
simon saves the video and bites a grin as he sends in his reply.
You never were. <
(biker!simon root post)
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Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).
He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.
And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.
No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.
Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)
He needs to be quick.
Efficient.
Perfect.
And so he comes and goes like the wind.
Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.
Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.
He'd rather he never be late ever again.
It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...
.
.
.
" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.
"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.
Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.
He imagines hearing a clock ticking.
Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?
Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.
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Another DPXDC post for the first time
Yall remember winged danny? Yea me too the good ol days lads
But imagine Danny in Gothem cause hes either on the run from his family or the GIW you decide boys on the run and probably alone.
He gets picked up by the Waynes at some point and eventually he goes to have the “im not normal talk” but they all know. He is a meta or something. They have been waiting for him to be ready to tell them, if ever. They would accept him no matter what.
Except the time comes and he just “I have wings” and like everyone is shocked™️ Danny gets the idea hes about to be rejected and starts to fold in on himself and someone better snap out of it before the kid cries. Alfred is the one to speak first probably.
Just everyone so shocked but I mean it’s more a shock that they missed this instead of that Danny has wings. After that they fully accept him and apologise. Someone says the “we thought you were about to tell us about your powers!” Danny just has his own little moment before shouting “YOU GUYS KNOW I HAVE GHOST POWERS!?!?!!!?”
Anyway they move on and Danny hardly brings the wings up again but he does get seen around with them every once in a while. But eventually they find out hes not taking care of them as he should. It’s probably Duke who sees Danny with his messy wings and offers to help him.
Let Danny get help with self care ok. The Bats would all go nuts learning how to take care of Danny if he ever asks.
Now imagine the reverse of this and they all know he has wings but not that hes the High Ghost King Phantom.
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part one
dating a popstar isn't exactly where eddie ever thought his life would be going. said popstar being the one and only steve harrington definitely wasn't a part of that idea, either. you know, the steve that was littered up and down his body in varying colors and styles, scripts and swirls, large and small love letters to his music on whatever space looked too empty. dating that steve was a concept that eddie never took the time to put actual thought into until they met on his tour.
it became a reoccurring thing, the whole "eddie in steve's tour bus, ending up with far less clothes on than he came to the concert with, showing off a new piece to gentle fingers and softer than soft lips" thing. and that reoccurring thing turns into the "steve learning what the inside of eddie's apartment looks like with the sunset painting the walls only to wake up to see what the sunrise makes it look like with far less clothes on than he came over with" thing.
it's on their second official date in the city, when they drink enough vodka sodas to make them just past tipsy and they tumble into eddie's apartment wrapped around each other, that steve see's it. or well, her. eddie strums over the red guitar's strings lightly once before turning back to steve with a wide grin and grabby hands, sauntering over in what he must think is sexy but has steve snorting out a laugh instead.
"you play?" he asks as eddie nuzzles into the space between his shoulder and neck, open mouth kisses tickling the sensitive skin, making his fingers dig just so into eddie's hips.
"mmhmm," he murmurs back noncommittally, focusing more on making temporary bruises form on the pale skin under his lips. "i'm in a band sometimes."
steve laughs with a shake of his head and threads his fingertips through eddie's hair, pulls him back enough to lock gazes, drags his fingers across spit slick lips because he can't help it. "how are you in a band 'sometimes'? most band guys i know are hardcore about it. life or death for the music, you know?"
"well, maybe i'm not like most guys you know, harrington." he says it with a smirk, one that gets returned, before he goes back to steve's neck and has hands wrapped tightly around his hips again.
steve doesn't let it go after that. it's a few days later that he asks eddie about the band, about what music they play and if they have any songs, any albums. asks him to play a song for him as they sit in the moonlight with sated smiles and something love-tinged hanging in the air. it becomes their thing, steve sings for eddie when they're in his tour bus and eddie plays for steve when they're at his apartment. they show their unreleased stuff to each other and it feels good, feels right.
"hey babe, come here for a second" steve says one day on his second tour since the two started dating as eddie brushes his teeth in the hotel suite bathroom. he pads out with bare feet on hardwood floors and finds steve standing next to the full-body mirror examining his bare torso with far more attention than he's ever paid it before.
"... what are you doing?" eddie questions with minty-fresh breath as he comes to stand behind his boyfriend with a chin over his shoulder. he scans over steve in the mirror from his cheeky grin down to the moles dotting his chest down to his ribs where there's-
"oh," his eyes grow wide, steve's hands grab his to pull them around his stomach and press his back to eddie's chest. "that's..."
to the naked eye, it's just a few bats. it's small enough to be hidden away under shirts and polyester, easy enough to explain away to prying eyes. but eddie knows what it really is. he thinks back to the night he first played him the bare bones of "bat out of hell", the song he wrote during his roughest time that wouldn't go anywhere other than his notebook. but now he see's it on steve's skin, etched into him like a stark reminder of him and them and the love that courses in their veins alongside the ink that was purposefully chosen.
eddie presses a lingering kiss onto steve's cheek, eyes closed as he breathes in the air that surrounds the love of his life and thinks about how lucky he was that he was on shift the night of steve's first show in indianapolis.
"figured you have enough pieces of me, i wanted to have a piece of you, too."
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