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Stranger Odessey - Gods

Stranger Things - ancient greek mythology au

Billy - Eros/Bilato

First child of Aphrodite and Ares, god of lust, desire and unrequited love. One of the few winged gods. And as Ares' first son, of course he's somewhat furious, that Eros became like his mother with no regard or initial interest in warfare. And even if the boy knows how to handle bow and arrow, frankly his younger sibling is a bit better than him. And she isn't even as cold or confrontational as he is! One might think to know who the favourite is... But then again, desire is written inside every humans heart, isn't it?

So imagine his frustration, turned confusion, turned fascination with this seemingly human hero who's somewhat cold to his touch! How!? But interesting...

Max - Anteros/Maxena

Second child of Aphrodite and Ares. God of requited, pure love in any form; romantic, friendly, familiar or unconditional. She doesn't have as much pressure on her from Ares. Not only is she, well... A she, not a he, but also younger.

That doesn't mean, that she doesn't know how to at least use a bow and arrow! And of course she will use them to protect her new found friends! I mean, they are... an odd bunch for sure. But hey, love falls, where it does and she does love them dearly!

Of course Billy tells his mom everything especially about his new boyfriend Steve!

Now I can't stop imagining:

Steve, the hopeless romantic that he is, trying to woo over Billy with things he thinks Billy might like. Shit like, trying to compliment him through his car's colour or sporty remarks during training. Of course it doesn't work the way Steve wants. Robin, Jonathan maybe even Nancy trying to help him, getting information or trying to give advice on what may or may not work and that really just drives Steve crazy!

Billy slowly gets enamoured by Steve. Not because of these absolutely terrible ideas and horrific flirt attempts themselves, but by this sheer passion and dedication, that Steve has been trying for MONTHS at this point. He had chances alone with Billy, but he denied because he wanted it for the long run not short fun.

At some point Steve just says "fuck it, nothing else worked! I already embarrassed myself enough, what's a little more!" And then just reverts back to his hopeless romantic gestures. Robin tried to hold him back: don't do it Steve, it's too direct! It's way too cheesy! But He just went, fuck it! Then so be it! Writes a cheesy af poem, slides it into his locker, along with a single dark red rose tapped to the door, with which he invites him onto a date where Steve goes all out: compliments, chivalry, cheesy pick-up lines, he cooks, then a stroll through the forest behind his house at twilight hour and lastly movie night with some mean salted caramel popcorn! Steve never thought Billy would say yes so fast and Billy never thought someone could be this perfect.

BOOM!! Wrap it up!! *mic drop*

Maybe I'll write it

Billy Hargrove fandom doesn't talk enough about him being a secret romantic, as implied by Dacre in that one interview where he talked about Billy wanting a date under the stars. Like, I can't imagine he'd just pull that shit with some random hookup unless he REALLY wanted in their pants, but with someone he has genuine feelings for and felt like he could trust? I think he'd be very romantic, do all the sappy shit they might assume he'd hate.

Omg!! It's soo amazing!! I LOVE it!!

same but different

ohmtoonz fic - ballet dancer!Luke, exotic dancer!Ryan warnings: cursing, bad descriptions of dances, exotic dancer/stripper lifestyle, mentions of lap dances, heated make out scene, hinted smut (not written), anything else along the lines of which. 8496 words @deadlyplushie / @plushiewrites

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The café was always busiest on Sundays. Couples going for coffee dates, Mom’s bringing their kids out for iced chocolates, college students escaping their apartments and study schedules. Ryan adored the place. It was simple, sweet and filled with good vibes. He didn’t care how busy it was, there was never a time where it felt claustrophobic or uncomfortable. Tables and booths were filled with locals, yet no one felt out of place or too crowded.

That’s how it worked.

“Luke!” The familiar barista called out a familiar name. Ryan’s roommate, Craig, had worked at the café for all four years they’d been living together. They earnt money from very different professions but got along all the same.

The familiar name belonged to a man Ryan didn’t exactly know but one he definitely wanted to know. He was someone the brunette had been aware of for over a month on his café visits. The man sipping a black coffee, either on his phone or just staring out a window. Ryan had to remind himself not to outright stare every time he was in the same building.

The man was Godly. He was probably the most attractive guy Ryan had set his eyes on, and everything he did was undeniably hot. Ryan spent his coffee runs ignoring Craig’s suggestive looks and trying to seem busy on his phone, instead of staring at Luke.

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We march now as Mr. Skeltal has given the signal... TO WARRRR!!

Brohm Cannon Fic where Ohm flirts through his videos and Bryce denies him

Hey! Someone give me a fic that is au, but very cannon like. I want Ohm to flirt like hell with Bryce, is secretly in love with him. Bryce is oblivious, even with the innuendos. Ohm gets Bryce on a date through a bet and Bryce suddenly is very wary of Ohm, subconsciously likes Ohm, but cannot admit it. I want Bryce to keep repeating that’s he’s not gay until he succumbs to Ohm’s sexiness. Make it as hilarious and drawn out as possible. Somebody make my dream come true. Also, I want their heights to be their actual heights, but make Bryce the bottom. ~

The New Girl

Crossover dp x dc. So I've got this time line in mind, for my crossover AU and this is a snippet of it. Will post more of it; will make a master post at some point soon.

In order to further Damian's social skills, keep up illusions and maybe in an attempt to give the boy some form of normality in his life Bruce negotiated with him to attend High School. The only condition Damian set, on which he would not budge, was that Jon and him will attend the same school, to not start off completely alone.

When a new girl got transferred to their school, who happened to share a majority of their classes, a few things changed for both boys.

Math is boring. High school in general is boring. Not to mention, that he already knows most, if not nearly all of what the teachers say anyway! It's just frustrating... Especially, ever since his classmates found out who he was, which didn't take that long due to public appearances of the Wayne family. So many people, try to be cool or smart or pretty in front of him for his attention, to gain his favour and with that his status. The same shallow talks and compliments from galas and high social events. Honestly, if Jon wasn't here to make it bearable in any way, chances are Damian would have made sure, his first day would've been his last.

Not to mention the materials taught here are so dry for the most part. There are things and concepts that are good, sure... But for the most part? It felt so useless. When would someone like him, someone who was going into the medical field, ever going to need to know that in Poe's works-

Damian sighs. It's Monday morning and math is supposed to start soon, the first double period of the day. He already sits in his chair, materials open. He can hear a particularly noisy group of girls chit chatting about 'grand, expensive weekend getaways' and how 'school is so easy right now', as they deliberately sit a row in front of him... tt, a special form of mental torture, that he has to go through alone for now, as Jon actually had a doctor's appointment and it takes a while to fly back. The rumbling comes to a halt, as the teacher walks in, yet picks up in hushed whispers again, as a new girl steps in behind the teacher. After a few shared thoughts the class quieted down, as the teacher stood behind his desk,

"Class, from today on we have a new student with us, I expect your best behaviour only. Would you introduce yourself, please?" The teacher turned to the girl, she looked at him for a moment then sighed.

"'kay... Hi, I'm Ellie Nightingale. I uh... Just moved here with my family from Wisconsin and yeah..." As she talks, it's definitely clear; she has a thin midwestern twang but strong enough to notice, a light tan and soft freckles. Although the black hair and blue eyes do seem familiar... But the white streaks, that didn't really look natural, throws him off and the electric blue in her eyes, that barely balances the line to normal; even Kryptonians have a more natural blues. Yet Damian just knows, if he wasn't so observant, he could have missed it. Just a meta, he thinks.

"Well, welcome to Gotham Academy Ellie. Go and take a seat, please." The teacher says, the Nightingale girl nods and scans the room for a free seat. The girls in front of him started to cackle already, tt how moronic... Yet he does nothing to clear the seat next to him, even though he knows fullwell that the seat next to him is one of the two empty seats. But he is not about to sacrifice his -somewhat- peace here, for no good reason, and so the lesson begins.

The teacher introduced a new topic, as he spoke and explained, Damian noticed the girls in front of him giggling and then he saw it: a paper ball zooming through the room, hitting the new girl in the head in a moment of inattentiveness from the teacher. Well that's just rude and unnecessary, she didn't even do anything yet. Damian rolled his eyes at these childish antics. Throughout the rest of this double period of math, the behaviour continued; paper balls thrown, cackling into her direction and one of them, Sabrina Portman, made snide comments towards her. Damian just observed, of course he'd intervene if it became too serious, but Nightingale held herself quite well so far, ignoring it well. At least until the teacher had to leave the classroom for a very brief moment, leaving the students unsupervised for only a few minutes.

"Hey, soo... you're really from Minnesota or something?" Portman asked, the class just watched.

"Wisconsin, actually." Nightingale spoke, without looking up from her text book. Good priorities, he admitted to himself. The girls giggle.

"So did you like grow up on a farm or something? Because you kinda look it, country bumpkin." Damian scoffed silently, the rest of the class seemed to snicker at this. "How'd they even let you get in here? Because I kinda doubt, that a farm dweller like you could afford it. Sorry, not sorry." More snickering, Damian just gives Portman a snide and slightly disgusted side glance. At least Jon isn't here to hear this, that boy would be furious. ...on second thought, that is really not acceptable in any form-

"Ow, ou, ouch! That sting! That burn!" Nightingale threw herself over dramatically onto her table, just to prop herself up again, grinning with a weird mix of mischief and indifference. "Be honest, two entire periods and this is the best you can come up with? Well I guess you're right, I wouldn't wanna pay the amount of people necessary to educate you either." Damian blinked, the rest of class looked dumbfounded, Portman seemed absolutely flabbergasted. Yet the raven after a moment of silence, couldn't help the very subtle way the corners of his mouth would form an infinitesimal smile. Then his breath hitched, as their eyes met directly, time stood still for the moment as did his heart, skipping a beat only to make up for it, by beating faster. But it was over just as fast as it came by. This feeling, still stuck in his throat like a lump he can only hardly swallow, the tingling in his head and stomach. He drew in a sharp breath, it hit him, ran through him like a shock. A feeling he knew all too well... Could it have to do with her powers? It had to be, she must be a meta, that's the only explanation. The slight metallic taste, similar to blood, of the feeling, still lingering on the back of his tongue and down his throat, his heart just slowly calmed again and now he understood it wasn't just stunned silence filling the room in-between his classmates. It was something else:

Pure fear.

Damian had to keep an eye on the new girl, just to make sure nothing happened...

"You did what!?" Jon gasped in utter disbelief, gaining a confused look from his best friend. They sat in the cafeteria, Damian sat them down in a spot to keep watch over the new meta. To be ready, just in case. But for the moment right now, the kriptonian in front of him held his attention.

"I didn't...-" He got cut off by said half alien.

"Exactly! You didn't do anything- honestly Dami, you see someone get bullied and you do nothing??" The boy bit down on his snack carrots in a huff, the clear disappointment still on his face. The other also huffed.

"In my defence, she handled herself very well, there was no need for me to step in and help-"

"Damian..." The bigger one laid his head into his hands and sighed, defeated. Sometimes Jon really wished Damian's vast knowledge would also incorporate a few more social skills, on the other hand he's probably never seen real bullying. "It is. This is bullying. And you step in, not because they can't handle themselves, but to show comradery and that they are not alone."

"Hm..." Jon was right, he himself thought what happened was truly unacceptable, as Damian took another bite of the breakfast Alfred made him. "You're right... I suppose I should apologise for my incorrect behaviour yesterday." It had been rather quiet the rest of yesterday and for the most part of today, except that Portman's friend group talked about her in hushed tones. One glance over, Nightingale sat alone at a corner table headphones in and scrolling through her phone while sipping on a juice box. Damian sighed defeated and made a motion to stand up, "Are you coming with me or would you prefer to stay seated?"

"Hm? Mmh... I'll join." Jon thought it over, maybe he can help Dami when he's got trouble putting his emotions into words.

Nightingales eyes shot up at the two boys immediately, as they stood in front of the table and Jon could feel a slight shudder down his spine... Damian didn't exaggerate, there's something almost sparking, not sparkling but like lightning sparking, in her truly electric blue eyes.

"Hello, Nightingale. I am Damian Wayne, this is my best friend Jon Kent, we share-"

"I know, same class. What do you want?" She cut him off, seemingly a little tense, training her eyes to keep either of them in view at all times. Both boys knew that look, yet they were a little taken aback by the harshness of her tone.

"...right." Damian cleared his throat, that bone chilling and irrational feeling comes back. "I wanted to apologise for my lack of comradery yester- and today as well. I should have at least said something, even if solely to stand up in solidarity." Slurping on the straw of her juice box, she listened, processed, only to look confused at them. Jon decided to say something,

"What he meant to say was, that it was not okay for you to be bullied and we will help if we see something happening. We also know it's hard to find new friends in new surroundings and if you'd like you could sit with us?" Damian nodded, Jon can put his thoughts better into words- at least for their civilian forms. Well... Damian has gotten better, he just likes that Jon knows what he means but as if he'd ever admitted to it. Vise versa too; Damian can formulate words better when there're reports and other hero related issues. Sure Jon learned over the years, but this just feels more comfortable and he likes how close it shows them to be.

Nightingale looks them up and down, her eyes narrow slightly, thinking, contemplating about something. "Thanks, but I'm fine. I can handle myself."

"Are you sure? We really don't mind-" Damian put a hand on Jon's shoulder, pulling the attention of the bigger one towards himself.

"The offer still stands. See you around, then." He nods and pulls Jon away, who looks confused.

"Why did you keep it so short? Sure, she was a little defensive, but..."

"Not just defensive, Jon. She kept her guard up constantly and walls sealed shut; this conversation would have led nowhere." Damian explained his observations, "trust me, I should know..." Recognition of this behaviour flares in his eyes and Jon understands immediately, nodding in understanding. Then a small smile forms on his face again, growing,

"Then we have to make actions, speak louder than words. And consistency is key! I mean, for how long did I annoy you, before you realised I wouldn't go?" Damian gave him an honest smile at the now fond memories, he hummed in agreement, which in turn earned a bright grin from the Kryptonian.

"It is settled, then. I also highly suspect she is a meta. If we get close enough, we can properly guide her to the good, when the time is right."

"Yes, let's go!" Jon laughed, that settled it most definitely for their plan,

Operation: The New Girl

Goal: befriend the new meta, before the wrong people get to her and use her powers for bad.

Why do I feel so called out...?

“Childhood is idolizing Batman. Adolescence is when The Joker starts to makes sense. Adulthood is realizing Commissioner Gordon doesn’t get paid enough to deal with their shit.”

I love how every time I open Pinterest it’s like getting punched in the face. It’s like they do it on purpose just to hurt me.

JUST LET ME BE.