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TODAY MARKS THE DAY LONBIN BEGINS! OOoohhhhh yes~ This is gonna be one wild ride~
As I’ve stated before in some of my previous comments, Lonbin will be in TWO books! Book one (Yesterday’s Sorrow) and Book two (Tomorrow’s Promise). I’ve been killing myself over how I was going to deliver the story between Lon’qu and Robin over the past month. And this was my conclusion; two books. *cries*
I’ll be slowly simultaneously working on the second book (drafting/sketching/etc.) so when I complete the first one we can just jump right into the second one. I hope everyone will enjoy the journey of Lonbin as we begin~ : )
Warm Bodies
(Originally posted on AO3 by me/aka user CrashCityCentral)
The last thief was knocked out with a swift knee to his face and he fell limp. The distant sirens caught the vigilante’s attention and he let go of the KOd criminal's hair, dropping him to the ground then slumped into the shadows, hoisting himself up a fire escape and to the rooftop overlooking the dark alleyway where the fight took place. He peered over the edge to the carnage he left behind; a group of 8, 6 men and 2 women, unconsciously strewed across the alley floor, all petty thefts and wanna-be big shots. He left once he made sure none of them woke back up and the police were close enough. He never bothered staying around for these moments, the police were looking for him too. He didn’t always keep his opponents alive. But, like any other corny romance novel, he met someone and they changed him. For the better, which he honestly thought was impossible until that point. He didn’t look back again and instead traveled through the city by rooftop. It was just about time to hang up his helmet for the night.
He jumped from building to building, the close proximity of the cities structures making it perfect for travel. Once he was close enough to his current safe house, he dropped down to the streets and ducked into a darker part of the backend allies where he pulled a bag from a hidden spot. He opened it, stripping his chest plate off and stuffing it inside. He then reached around his head to press two switches on either side of his helmet and slowly pull it off revealing his face. Jason Todd.
Jason slung the bag over his shoulders, now casually dressed in a tank-top and his suit pants, walking back to the main roads and towards the direction of his safe house, acting as casual as ever. This had been his constant routine. Once at the door, he pulled his keys out and unlocked a padlock that kept a latch shut. When the latch was opened he entered a six-digit code the door clicked and was pushed open. From where his warehouse was there was a glimpse of moonlight shining through the windows and now open the door, with only his shadow blocking out the only source of light in the dark room. Jason closed the door again slowly and tried not to make a sound as he locked it once more and put his keys on a nearby table. The room was a deafening silence, almost making his ears ring. It wasn’t always this quiet. He moved to hang up his gear and walked further into the house. His movements were slow, and he couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or sore from fighting. It could be both. He let out an exhausted sigh before reaching the bedroom, moving the door handle slowly so the creaking wouldn’t disrupt the silence. There was a figure on the bed, laying there and waiting for him. It didn’t move when he came fully into the room and shut the door or took off his boots. It didn’t move until he walked over and was hovering over the bed and sat on the edge.
“Hey, Bart,” Jason said without even bothering to look at the boy laying down beside him.
“Welcome home, Jay,” Bart replied, with his usual animated grin. Though it was dark, Jason could practically see that smile. Something about the way he says it now makes it sound rehearsed. It was the same reply Jason got every time he came back, followed by the usual questions asked at rapid-fire. “How did it go? Did you kick ass? Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt,” Jason said, his reply just as practiced. He didn’t bother answering the other two. He couldn’t. He just stared at the same place he zoned into when he sat down.
“You seem sad. What’s wrong?” Bart asked. Though he didn’t hear it, Jason could feel Bart move closer.
“You know what’s wrong.” The silence was too much. It was all wrong. All of it.
“What do you mean, Jay?” Bart’s voice still feigned the innocent confusion it always had.
Jason loved that about him. He loved how confused Bart got sometimes. When Bart gets too confused he gets frustrated and makes this cute pouty face and his leg bounces more violently the longer he thinks. It was just so him .
“Please don’t act like you don’t know.” Jason’s tone was nothing but pain. His voice was leveled but his mind was anything but. It’s been a long night.
“What’s wrong?” There he goes again. Those same routine lines. Those same replayed words. Those same concerned eyes.
Jason refused to look at those eyes. He knew if he did he’d cave and just accept this. But he couldn’t.
“You need to leave, Bart.” He swallowed hard, regretting the words but not taking them back either. This needed to happen. For both of them.
“I don’t understand.” the smile in Bart’s voice was gone. What was left was just concern. Jason cried.
The first few tears slipped out unannounced until they all just started pouring out. Tears and broken sobs. He wiped them away quickly, eyes screwed shut. There was a tingling sensation like someone had grazed their fingers lightly, over his cheek. His hand was so cold.
“Don’t cry, Jaybird.” Bart soothed. Jason reminded himself he couldn’t look. If he looked it became real.
“Please stop, Bart. Just go.” He rubbed his eyes. The ear-ringing silence came back. In the back of his mind, Jason knew he’d be back, just like he always is. But he was alone for now, his thoughts leaving him in peace until the next time. He opened his eyes.
Jason felt like crying again. He didn’t want to push him away, he didn’t want to tell Bart to leave. He wanted nothing more than to cave in and just collapse, letting Bart’s words soothe everything away and kiss him until he didn’t feel anything but loved. To listen to his rambles again and be praised with every villain he didn’t kill.
He wanted all of that back, he wanted his speedster.
Whatever his mind was doing to him was sick. Bart was dead. He has been for some time.
Bart’s time in the future
Okay, so let me get this all straight for those of you who don't know comic Bart or at all: Bart Allen's dad was gone and his mom couldn't take care of him constantly being on the run, so he was basically a lab rat for a scientific facility since... b i r t h just about. He was put into VR as a sort of sedative and to keep up with his vastily progressive mind and body since he aged about 200x the average person. (By the time he was three he looked 13) But in a way, speedsters have this kinda "dog years" effect in that everything in the world for them is slowed because that's just the way they see everything. So, in technicallity, while the scientists only had him for three or four years, to Bart it was 16??? And don't get me stArTed on the physical and pshycological effect of that. He never saw another living person until he was 16. He never had any kind of physical contact until he was 16. Could you even imagine?? No wonder the kid is so touch starved. (I feel like him and Kon bond over the fact they're younger than their bodies progression but besides the point). So he's been in this facility for 16 years, spends all that time in a Virtual false reality where his only friend was some weird VR program named Dox, which is probably symbolysim for the doctors that experimented on him when he was put under, and which he named his dog after, he's never felt affection or talked to people outside of that, never got a chance to meet his parents, has more villain relatives then Hero and STILL didn't go to the dark side after THAT?? Can still show off the best fake smiles and persona front after all that?? Had to endure more than MOST EVERYONE in only THREE YEARS which was actually SIXTEEN and STILL is GOOD?? You cannot tell me that this is the bravest kid you've ever read about, you cannot. And even with all that, he finds it in himself to forgive many of those who've wronged him. Listen, Bart Allen is by far the most amazing character I know and you can fight me on this. He's been through more than all the Batfam COMBINED. If he wasn't so bright and cheery, I bet Bruce would've adopted him. (another thing I forgot to mention, the fact Wally practically gave Bart away to Max and made the kid feel unwanted, even though Max became like the only crutch Bart had/a father figure, not even Barry wanted him when he returned from the dead. Assholes) He's died FIVE TIMES and he's still a hero. He's experienced this over and over, and still is a hero. He left his home and practically erased it's existence so now he's a time anomaly, who doesn't really fit in anywhere in time, and is still a hero. Fuck your favourite angst characters, Bart Allen takes all the cake.
Prompt 6: trial
A big thanks to @mortiscausa for this wonderful challenge, I had a lot of fun drawing with palette and seeing art from other artists! :D
So I was bored and made this
So yesterday I was recalling a fanfic that had the Hanahaki disease in it while listening to the song "Killing Butterflies" by Lewis Blisset and had the thought of: 'What if it was butterflies instead of flowers' and so now this exists.
Now I present to you: Midnight thoughts with BLANK
Fictional disease like the Hanahaki disease.
It's caused by a loss of love from a loved one(romantic love) like after a harsh breakup or intense argument. Instead of flowers its butterflies and they sprout(?) out of the infected face/body (usually face/ under eyes). The process of a butterfly leaving the body is slow (about 1 day) and so not that painful. The butterflies fly/stay around the infected until their death and then land on and around the body and die with them. The infected's hearing improves greatly, though this is more a curse than a blessing due to the constant flapping of the butterflies wings around them. Should the infected kill one of the butterfly while alive then another butterfly will sprout quickly (in seconds) to replace the dead one, this is painful due to the speed that it leaves the body. The butterflies are typically more on the red side but some are pink. The color of the butterflies is due to the fact that the butterflies are made of the infected's blood, meaning with every butterfly that sprouts the infected loses blood. The more butterflies there are the father along the disease is. The butterflies will continue to sprout until the infected dies, one of the only times a person can survive this is making up with their love. That being said the infected will probably not survive if they broke up. This disease only happens to those who still love their partner, so the other cure is the infected learning to move on. Although if it progresses for too long there is no reversing it. Its name?
Killing Butterflies
The hand on Hyrule’s shoulder did it for me. HOLYSHITIFRICKINGLOVETHISSOMUCHHELPME
Fan Joy July - Day 26
What's the Opposite of Tunnel Vision? By @enjolras-out is freaking - RAAAAAAAHH
SO good. SO TENSE! Lots of whump and ooohhh wild throwing Hyrule out of the way and taking the damage himself?! SELF SACRIFICE BELOVED.
Read this if you love whump!! Mind the tags🥰🥰
I also love the idea of 20 year old Lilith, full of justice and free of spirit, coming into her power and ready to level the playing field— to liberate Navarre from the venin threat. Is she read in to the secret before her peers? Does her signet give her top secret clearance? The hopes for her future are high. Yes the stakes are real, but she is the balance.
Only to end in tragedy when she realizes before her 21st birthday that she’s nothing— nothing compared to the strength of Theophanie.
Every time she wields, she hears the taunts of the venin Sage, telling her she’s not good enough. Every accomplishment in the Navarre army— empty. Hollow.
Each of her children’s births— swallowing the all-consuming fear that she couldn’t protect them if Theophanie came knocking.
The weight is crushing, actually. Oh, it hurts.
“She’s their answer to my mother.” — “She was the answer to me,” Theophanie hisses, and the clouds start to swirl.
“Your mother knew at your age that she was no match for me. That’s why she hid behind those wards. Perhaps you should have followed her example.”
I'm sorry, all I got from this was that those two were in a cat-and-mouse game for 30+ years, which could mean nothing...
BRO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, WHAT THE HELL!
"I hope you enjoy." - 🦖
Good morning, today is fitpac's 6th month anniversary.
Do you think Fit went to the rose he planted on 2b2t and talked to it?
The hottest thing Cassian did In ACOSF wasn’t the headboard scene…
It was when the queen was gonna have him kill Nesta and he decided to kill himself instead
Would you blink already?!"
And the first shall be first And the last shall be last Cast your eyes to heaven You get a knife in the back Nobody's righteous Nobody's proud Nobody's innocent Now that the chips are down When the chips are down, by Anaïs Mitchell, Hadestown.
I will cling to any piece of lore as a starving crab holding a fish.
MY FISH.
cw: mentions of blood and death below the cut, very mild 3.2 spoilers
i can't imagine the way dan heng's heart must have dropped after mem told him about the trial.
it was bad enough, having to drag the trailblazer's body from the crushed train car, them bleeding profusely, barely breathing. they stopped breathing at some point even. and then he's pushing through the black that's probably curling at the edges of his vision, desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood. its been mere minutes since they started out on this new journey and everything has gone to shit. they have no way of contacting the express and here they are with the trailblazer possibly... he grits his teeth and presses on until he can't anymore. he blacks out.
and then he wakes up and there the trailblazer is standing over him, still covered in blood, but it's... dry. their eyes widen and they stumble back, but then they're helping him up, and their skin feels nothing like the clammy chill that he learnt accompanied their bloodloss. and maybe, he thinks, things are okay, even if the blood that soaks them says otherwise.
and things really do seem okay. they meet the chrysos heirs and the trailblazer forges ahead with their characteristic irreverence, and everything is right in the world. or at least as right as it can get when you're exploring an unexplored world, and employing anthropological methods while also trying to save said world. nothing is ever boring when the trailblazer is involved.
so things go swimmingly, though dan heng has to get used to the fact that there's no cold water around. (one day the bath in their room does turn cold and dan heng sinks into it in relief. he doesn't see how the trailblazer looks at him fondly, infinitely pleased that their scheming worked.) he fights and asks questions and records and fights some more. he hates the amount of time the trailblazer spend out of his sight, going to places he doesn't know anything about, sighing in relief each time they come back intact.
though when agalea suggests that the trailblazer should become the vessel for oronyx's coreflame, he worries.
it's one thing for people of the world to do dangerous, esoteric things. it's another to get an outlander to do things specific to the world. it's a disruption of the ecosystem, an unknown in many aspects. it cannot go well.
but it's the best option, and none of the heirs seem particularly worried. the trailblazer is as determined as ever, though the way they pace their room before sleeping, and later the anxiety in their eyes as they enter the vortex of genesis betrays the worry they feel about the ordeal.
when the trailblazer turns back, dan heng's brow furrows as they tell them to wait for their return. they open their mouth to say something else, but close it, seemingly thinking better of their words. dan heng wonders, wanting to hear it.
time passes and dan heng worries, and then...
and then a flash of light and the trailblazer appears, collapsing on the floor (is it a floor? can you call a swirling void of water the floor?) unconscious, mem hovering above worriedly. mem scrabbles something out so hastily that dan heng isn't sure he's hearing right, but all the same he scoops the trailblazer up in his arms and rushes back to their room so that they can rest safely.
and dan heng waits. waits for mem to finish explaining what the hell went down in the trial. waits for the trailblazer to wake again and stop looking so dead.
dead...
fuck.
A truly great chapter, it was adorable!
Almost A Thousand Years - The Lady of the Lake | Hisirdoux Casperan
Plot: You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years. You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years. And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain. But somewhere in that time, things changed. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]
Word Count: 7,269
Warnings: angst angst angst angst angst, (Y/N) has decided to try and fight those talking doors
A/N: HERE Y’ALL GO
Taglist: @furblrwurblr @rainningdoom @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458 @sitherin-mxschief @jinxedleo @lawlesshedgehog @einahpetsyarcip @dolphincommander
Under the cover of darkness, you found somewhere a little more private where you couldn’t be overheard, sending Archie to watch over past Douxie and, if he saw them, past you.
The small room was dimly lit, reminding you of other places you had visited; ones lit by candles that smelled of herbs and blood. The familiarity was comforting, and to be honest, you really needed that at that exact second. You heard Douxie shut the door, using magic to lock it, while you moved to lean on the wall near the window. You stared at your hands. There was a slight tremor in your fingers. You almost felt sick.
“(Y/N), you don’t- you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” despite his desperation to understand the situation earlier, he didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. But this wasn’t optional. You had to tell him.
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Akumatized Ladybug ??
I need Billy to hug Steve. Steve starts to shake and cry he never wants Billy to let go.
Twin sized mattress - the front bottoms
Steve’s parents move back home, and Steve can no longer handle it. So, he leaves. Leaves Hawkins for good.
••••••
Two things Steve was certain were not there when he left for work: the random car in his driveway and the disappearance of his spare key. What Steve was not certain of: whose car it was and who the hell would break in in plain sight.
Warily, Steve walks up the front stairs of the somewhat home he had made for himself, reaching for the baseball bat he kept in the front doorway and tucking it behind his back. He doesn’t bother to kick off his shoes, just closes the door extra quiet and tiptoes his way around, looking left and right and behind himself.
His heart was in the back of his throat, hands shaking slightly at the sudden thought that today could be his last day on earth. Sure, he had faced worse, but someone breaking in was up there on his list of fears. Especially with what Hawkins was becoming.
Voices coming from the dining room alerts him and sends his heart racing painfully harsh against his rib cage. “Fuck.” Mutters Steve, sucking in a deep breath and shaking out his limbs. “Fuck.”
The voices were somewhat familiar, people Steve had not heard from in almost a fucking year. People Steve wished he would never have to see for the rest of his life.
Chucking the bat off to the side, Steve kicks off his shoes and enters the dining area with a heavy heart and slouched shoulders. His parents are seated at the table, drinking cups of hot coffee and wearing clothes Steve had never seen in any stores around Hawkins. “Mother, father.” Steve greets, clearing his throat and forcing a smile onto his lips. “Long time no see.”
Both pairs of eyes catch his own and Steve almost faints right then and there. Their gazes are cold, mean and angry, Steve’s highest insecurities on the tips of their tongues. “Steven.” Replies his mother, not even pulling on a smile at the sight of her son. “Stop slouching, it’s for low end people, and you aren’t one of those now are you?”
Steve doesn’t argue. He wouldn’t win anyway. Brings his shoulders back, standing tall and mighty. “Sorry.”
“What are you wearing?” His father snaps, and Steve flinches. “It’s.. disgusting.”
“It’s my uniform.” Whispers Steve. “For family video.”
They both grimace. “And your hair, what the hell.” Harsh hands pull through his soft locks, sending an ache across his scalp. “Why is it so long.. you look like a fucking girl.”
Steve flinches. “I.. I like it long.” He mumbles. “I didn’t think it looked girly.”
He can’t help but rub anxiously at his arm, bowing his head to not have to look into the eyes of his disappointed parents. For almost an entire year, Steve had been free of their judgement. Steve had been free to do whatever he please, to wear whatever he liked and eat whatever he wanted. He had been free. And almost like a disease, Steve felt intoxicated with guilt and fear.
All his life, Steve had thought that that was how kids were supposed to feel around their parents. Fear and resentment. But fuck was he wrong. Now that he had become the kids honorary babysitter, he spent a lot of time at their homes and around their parents, the amount of love and care making Steve feel.. strange.
Joyce Byers always welcomed him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as did Mrs Henderson and Mrs Buckley. They treated their kids with kindness and respect and understandable discipline when needed, and even that was still soft and gentle. Steve had expected yelling and screaming, slaps across the face or anything that would make him have to jump in front to save the kids from any sense of danger, but he was wrong.
So standing here, across from his parents, Steve felt abnormal. For the way they were speaking to him, acting around him, were not normal. He should not be afraid of them in the way that he is.
“I’m sorry, Steven, but this is the last straw.” His fathers distant voice states. “I can’t take your behaviour any longer.”
Steve’s head snaps up in high alert, hands shaking and heart pounding. “What?” He asks, lips quivering with fright. “What do you mean?”
Shaking his head, Steve’s father scoffs out a hurtful laugh, one that could only mean one thing. Steve starts to back away, starts looking for an easy exit if things grew bad. “Look at you. You look like a fucking girl and I’m sick of you trying to destroy the family name.”
The words hurt like a dagger to the heart. It makes Steve press his lips together, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek.
“We’ve heard about everything you’ve been doing. Dressing like a girl, going around and fucking men. I did not raise a fucking faggot.”
Steve takes in staggering breaths, backing himself up against the wall as his father draws closer. The fear in his gut was eating away at him, was making his skin crawl with anxiety. A hand slams against his cheek, and tears well in Steve’s eyes immediately. He doesn’t dare make a sound, stifling his sobs by a hand over his mouth.
“Now all of this, your hair, your actions and the way you choose to live is the last straw.” Stated his mother, whom he had forgotten was even there. “It’s no big surprise you turned out this way. We gave you too much freedom. That freedom is now over.”
Steve shakes his head, his entire body trembling with the overwhelming fear of what that entailed. “No.. no.. please, I’m sorry.. I’ll.. I’ll do anything, I- I swear. Please. PLEASE!”
Steve can’t remember anything after that. Just that he woke up on the floor with a bruised eye. It’s not that his father had attacked him, his head had seemed to whack against the wall and he was already prone enough to concussions, but the punch in the eye had not helped.
After waking up, his mother had forced him to get dressed into clothes that she had chosen specifically and dragged him into the car. Drove him all the way out of town to her hair salon to get his hair cut.
Having to sit in that chair made Steve have a panic attack. Made him have to run and hide in the bathrooms to try and calm himself down. He no longer looked like himself. Looked like a masculine, jackass who didn’t give too shits what he looked like.
Of course his mother loved it. Kissed his cheek and gushed about how “now that we’re back, you can finally get your life together”.
But when he shows up to work the next day, a fresh bruise on his face and the horrible new haircut, Robin looks absolutely fucking horrified. “What the fuck.” She says as soon as he walks through the doors, the first time in weeks not having picked her up due to him requesting to start slightly later than usual. “What the fuck.”
Steve doesn’t say a word, drops his shit out back and puts on his name tag, all the while ignoring Robin’s fussing, chasing after him like a bad smell. And when he finally comes to a stop, Robin grabs him by the face and inspects his face with pure concern written across her own, biting her lower lip. “What the fuck happened to you?” Whispers Robin, voice shaking.
“It’s nothing.” Steve mutters, pulling her hands away gently and forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”
“Dude, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look fucking terrible.” Robin tries to reach out again, but Steve stops her quickly with a wince. “Ha! You winced, you’re not fine.”
Steve sighs. “Rob, please. I’m okay. I promise.”
Rolling her eyes, Robin paces around the counter. “If you were okay, you wouldn’t have winced. Did I hurt you in some way? Shove you too hard the other day at work? Did you get attacked? Jumped?”
Dragging his hands down his face at her panicked rambling, Steve gives into defeat. “My parents are back in town.” He says, swallowing the lump in his throat. “For good.”
“What?”
There’s disbelief hidden in Robin’s words, her eyes widening and body coming to a stop.
“They know about how I’ve been dressing and that I’ve hooked up with.. with guys.” Steve whispers the last part, still wary at the thought of any customers overhearing. “Said my hair made me look like a girl and said they were sick of my behaviour so they’re back. Mum made me get a haircut.”
“And the bruise?” Questions Robin.
Steve bows his head “My dad.”
Robin’s breath catches. “Steve..”
“Please, don’t do that.” Steve begs quietly. “Don’t. I’m okay. I’m used to it. It’s whatever.”
“Do.. do they know about you and..”
Steve shakes his head. “That’s the one thing they don’t know.”
Robin places a hand onto Steve’s shoulder, now back at his side, head resting overtop. “Does he know?”
Steve shakes his head once more.
“Steve.. you have to tell him.”
“I can’t.” Steve’s voice breaks painfully.
“He’ll understand. You know he will.”
Sighing, Steve nods slowly. “I know I just.. I don’t want him to know about my family life. Everything is perfect between us. I don’t want to ruin that.”
No matter what Robin says, it’s no use. Steve wouldn’t believe her. Steve wouldn’t budge from his point of view. What happened to him was between the two of them. No one else needed to know.
••••
The next time Steve arrives at his house, the red hair that belonged to his younger sister appears behind the door before Steve can put on a fake smile, his heart easing just the slightest. “Hey,” greets max, the beginning of a smile appearing on her lips, before it vanishes in an instant at one look at Steve’s face. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” Assures Steve, pulling on a smile. “I’m okay. Is Billy still here?”
Max doesn’t have time to respond before Billy appears beside her at the door, his own grin falling from his lips as he takes in the other males appearance. “Steve-“
“I’m gonna go.” Max cuts in, tucking her skateboard under her arm and disappearing off down the street in a flash.
“Billy-“ Steve tries, but Billy cuts him off, his hands cupping Steve’s cheeks with the utmost care in the world.
Billy inspects the bruise, hands almost shaking with the absolute purest anger flowing through his veins. And after a brief pause, Steve’s heart skips a nervous beat as Billy looks him dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained.
"Who did this to you?"
Steve shivers, anxiety crawling all over his skin. "I-it was no one-" he tries, but it doesn't work. Billy sees right through his lies and it only makes Billy’s eyes harden. “It doesn’t matter-“
Billy doesn’t let up. “Of course it fucking matters. You’re hurt. Now tell me who did this.”
Steve bites his lip, then, like a switch flicked inside of him, he began sobbing, cupping a hand over his mouth.
Billy frowns sympathetically, eyes now soft, and gathers Steve into his arms, rocking him side to side. "Steve, I’m sorry for raising my voice, are.. are you okay?” He whispers, combing his fingers through Steve’s hair, Steve gripping tightly at his tank top. "I'm going to deal with this. Your gonna be okay."
Steve whimpers, pressing his sore face further into Billy’s shoulder, holding onto his boyfriend for dear life, sobbing and sobbing, body shaking at the force of them. "They.. they came out of nowhere. No call or letter. Nothing." Steve stammers, voice hoarse. "And wouldn't.. wouldn't stop.. they wouldn't stop."
His sobs become harsher and Billy can only hold him through it, resting his chin atop his head. "Who?" Billy urges softly. "Who wouldn't stop?"
Steve can barely get the words out. "My.. my parents.."
Billy stiffens, hands coming to a stop in Steve’s hair. His parents did thus? Billy thinks to himself, eyes hardening once again. I'll kill those sons of bitches!
Almost as though he could read Billy’s mind, Steve breaks away from the hug, shaking his head. "You- you cant do anything." He tells him. "Please, you can't."
Billy goes to protest, but the look of fear in Steve’s eyes makes him stop. Billy sighs. "Okay. Okay I won't. I promise. Just.. just tell me what happened.”
Steve tells Billy everything. From coming home from work to find the front door unlocked and a random car in his driveway, to the constant nitpicking and godawful fight, all the while keeping on a strong facade as he sits across from Billy on his bed, hands shaking. They fidget with the blankets, eyes unwilling to lock with Billy’s, far too fearful to take in just how much anger and fury was flowing through his boyfriends veins.
For Steve knew how Billy could get. Yes, he had changed and was a much kinder individual now, that did not mean he did not still have his outbursts of anger. That did not mean he didn’t stop himself from keeping Steve safe in whatever way possible.
“I’m gonna kill them.” Steve hears Billy mutter into the silence, suddenly standing and pacing the room, hands raking through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.
Finally looking up, Steve climbs to his shaking legs and reaches out to cup Billy’s cheeks, and only then does Billy stop his pacing. Only then does Billy refocus back on Steve and what Steve needed. “Hey.” Whispers Steve, resting their foreheads together and taking hold of Billy’s hands. “I’m okay.. I’m okay. I promise. There’s no need to go on a killing spree for a small bruise.”
Billy barely chuckles at the attempt at a joke, pressing a kiss against Steve’s temple and thumbing gently at the bruise over his eye. “You know id do anything for you-“
“I know.” Steve smiles, pulling away enough to have their eyes lock. “But I’m okay, really. I promise. I just.. want to spend time with you while I can.”
“Okay.” Nods Billy. “Okay.. what did you have in mind?”
Shifting nervously on his feet, Steve bows his head. “Hold me..?”
Steve can hear the smile on Billy’s lips as he chuckles, lifting the other male into his arms and making him squeak, tucking Steve against his chest as they lay down on the ever so soft bed, legs intertwined. “I’m just gonna put this out there. You come over with other bruise and I’m saying something.”
Steve sighs. “Okay.”
Thankfully, the next few times the couple hang out, Steve has no injuries. Nothing to make Billy go manic and do something he most definitely won’t regret. However, unbeknownst to Steve’s spinning mind, Billy has picked up on Steve’s change in mood.
He wasn’t eating. Just picking at whatever food was in front of him before pushing his plate away and stating that he was no longer hungry. He had lost weight. Too much to be healthy. Any ounce of muscle that was once on his body now gone and turned into skin and bone.
He was always shaking. Always on edge. Jumping at any loud noise, flinching at the raise of anyones voice. Every little thing was setting Steve off. And fuck, did it hurt to watch the one person Billy loves act in such a strange way. To be so scared, to be so close to tears and so so fucking skinny. Billy couldn’t handle it. He just couldn’t.
All he wanted to know was what was going on in Steve’s mind.
“Are you really going to eat that?” The voice of Steve’s mother says suddenly, now standing across from him, the bench the only thing between them. “Doesn’t seem like the best choice, does it?”
Freezing, Steve lowers the cookie from where it was pressed to his lips, dropping it back into the container and running his hand through his hair. “I’ll just.. have something else.”
His mother nods, but her eyes refused to leave his wandering figure. Steve could feel the anxiety flowing through his veins, could feel his heart raging in his ears. “Didnt you already eat something?” His mother speaks again, now directly in front of Steve and hiding his view of the fridge. “I don’t think you need to be eating again.”
“Oh.” Steve’s face falls, trying to ignore the growling of his stomach. “Right. Um. Okay..”
Steve had ran up to his room and sobbed himself to sleep that night.
“That shirt is unflattering, Steven. Go change.”
His favourite shirt.
“Honey, I think you might be getting a bit.. fat. I think I’m going to have to put a lock on the pantry.”
His mother had insisted that she was joking, but Steve couldn’t seem to shake the comment off. He basically stopped eating all together at home, and it was becoming a bad habit around those he loved most. He sometimes even flat out refused to eat in front of them. Including Billy.
None of his clothes fit like they used to. They were all baggy and loose and looked horrible.
Everything that was beginning to make that house feel like a home to him was gone. It was no longer a safe haven for him. It was a prison. And Steve needed to get out. He had to. He just had to.
••••••
Knocks sound erratically from the front door, Steve’s figure pacing in between each attempt of his fist banging on Billy’s front door. His car was parked messily on the street, his lights still on and key still in. Anxiety was running through his veins, was making his hands shake and the tears to keep rolling down his cheeks.
It was a last minute decision. But Steve knew it was the right one. He couldn’t take his parents shit anymore and here he was, covered in fresh blood and bruises, waiting to explain to the one person he loves that he was leaving.
The door opens suddenly, and Miss Mayfield appears, stopping in shock at the sight of the young male before her. “Steve?” She says, face falling. “Honey, are you okay?”
Wiping the tears from his cheeks erratically, Steve forces a smile, lips quivering. “Hi Miss Mayfield. Is uh.. is Billy home?”
She turns and calls out the other males name, before stepping into Steve’s space and inspecting the wounds with a horror-full expression on her face. “Steve.. sweetie, what happened?”
“Uh.. nothing.. nothing. I’m okay. I promise. I’m going to be okay. I just..” pausing, Steve runs a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky sigh. “I just really need to talk to Billy.”
“Okay. Okay.. I’ll.. I’ll go find him and bring him out to you.”
Miss Mayfield disappears in a flash into the house, and Steve can hear her voice calling out for Billy, voice getting louder and more frantic with each call. And Steve, Steve couldn’t stop pacing. Couldn’t stop moving. The amount of fear and anxiety in his gut was abnormal.
“Steve?” The familiar voice of Billy says suddenly, the door falling closed and his boyfriends figure enclosing into his space.
Steve looks over at him, unable to keep his sobs at bay at the expression on Billys face.
“Steve, are- are you okay? Oh my god, you- your bleeding!” Billy’s cupping his face then, trying to find where the bleeding had started, only for Steve to shake his head and pull his hands away.
“No.. im.. im not okay, but- I but I will be.” Whispers Steve, smiling all wobbly. “Im sorry.. im.. im leaving Hawkins. Tonight.”
Immediately, Billys face falls. And fuck did it make Steve’s heart ache. “What?”
Cupping his hands to Billys cheeks, Steve caresses the golden skin with shaky thumbs. “I can’t take my parents anymore. I can’t live like this, Bill. I need.. I need to get away.”
“No, please, please.” Billy says, shaking his head and trying to stop his own tears from falling. “You can’t be leaving.. you can’t.. I.. I need you here..”
“I know, I know.” Steve says, so fucking soft and so fucking broken. “But I have to go, Billy. I can’t live like this anymore. I need to be free.”
“Let me go with you.” Billy is begging now, holding Steve’s face in his hands, desperate to do anything to make Steve agree. “We can go together-“
But Steve cuts him off. Because Steve couldn’t let Billy leave his family. Not when things were finally going good for him here in Hawkins. Steve would never forgive himself if he allowed Billy to come with him. “I have to do this alone.. okay? You have a family here that loves you. I can’t take you away from that.”
Lower lip wobbling, fresh tears in his eyes, Billy lets his head from forward slightly, biting the inside of his cheek. “Please, Steve. Please. Stay.”
“Hey, Billy. I love you, but no fucking way.” Steve says, voice breaking with the utmost intensity.
No matter how badly it hurt him, Billy knew Steve had to go. He knew that Steve needed this. “I promise, I will come and find you.” Whispers Billy, pressing the softest of kisses to Steve’s forehead. “You- you have my word. I love you. So fucking much. And if.. If you need to do this, you should. I will come and find you.”
Steve smiles. “I know you will.”
Flicking their eyes between each other’s lips and gazes, they crash their lips together in a kiss, hands cupping each other’s faces so sweetly, yet so harshly, neither of them want to pull away. For that meant goodbye. And neither of them were fully ready to say goodbye.
“I love you.” Steve breathes between their lips, kissing Billy’s once, twice, three times more before pulling away. “I love you. I’ll call you as soon as I find a place to go to. I promise.”
“You better.” Billy says, finally allowing himself to cry, lips quivering and hands shaking against Steve’s face. “I love you, Steve.”
“We’ll be together soon.” Steve promises, kissing billys cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Bill. I love you.”
“I love you too. Please.. be safe.”
Steve nods. “I will. You have my word.”
And just like that, with one last hug and kiss, Steve was gone. He really, truly was gone. And in that moment, Billy cannot stop himself from dropping to his knees and sobbing into his hands, his entire body shaking with emotion.
Shout out to Simple Plan for making the theme song of What's New Scooby-Doo
I put the song on shuffle and got jumpscared by my emo era
I have not listened to Paramore, Skillet or Fall Out Boy in 5 years I think
OMG these two! This just sums them up perfectly. @malclombright you have done it again, just UGH right in the feels.
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“He didn’t always look at me that way…”
TIMELOOP AU!!!
Just a silly little au i created inspired by a KNY AU by tubs in Youtube
This old man thought he’s gonna escape Timeloop while also keep his son alive!! He MAD!!😂🤣🤣
HEAVILY inspired by a drawing @kailverkami Made on youtube,
I suck at rendering to the point i can’t even tell if it’s rendering anymore:(
Hostage
Whumper keeps a gun trained on Caretaker and tosses a roll of tape to Whumpee.
“Hands behind your back, Caretaker,” they say. “Whumpee, gag them and tape their wrists together.”
Whumpee shakes their head. “Please, Whumper, don’t make me…”
“You can do it or I can shoot them.”
“It’s OK, Whumpee,” says Caretaker, forcing a smile. “Do as they say. It’ll be OK.”
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charmy Bee & Espio the Chameleon & Vector the Crocodile Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Vector the Crocodile, Charmy Bee Additional Tags: Post-Comic Arc: Metal Virus (Sonic the Hedgehog), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Espio the Chameleon Needs a Hug, Team Chaotix Week 2025 (Sonic the Hedgehog), Day 3: Metal Virus/Nightmare, Protective Espio the Chameleon, Protective Vector the Crocodile, Day 4: Protector Series: Part 2 of Team Chaotix Week 2025 Summary:
Chapter 1: Metal Virus/Nightmare: Even after the Metal Virus has been eradicated, the memories remain.
Chapter 2: Protector: Espio just wants to protect his team, forgoing sleep in order to do so. Exhaustion catches up to him, but Vector and Charmy are there for him.
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Chapter 2 is up!