#week five

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember.

Trust the Process

Week #5 Prompt: Silent | Word Count: 1022 | Rating: E | POV: Steve | CW: Soft Dom/Sub Vibes | Tags: Sub Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, Yeah He's Gagged, But It's Still Soft Around Here

Eddie's hand is gripping Steve's shoulder, just holding him still and in place on his knees at the foot of the bed. He can't see Eddie hovering behind him, only the messy sheets on their bed laid out before him, as Eddie keeps him immobile. Eddie's other hand pets the nape of his neck, and Steve knows what he wants, so he tilts his head back, giving himself over, as he closes his eyes. 

"That's good," Eddie says, soft and melodic. It always takes Steve a minute to get used to the quiet of this Eddie. To catch up. To get on the same page.

Steve's so used to the loud and brash version, that this version with the solid, reined in control, has always been a touch disconcerting.

It's taken time to get used to it, taken time to learn how to submit without any pushy, loud demands. He's still learning. But Steve tries. He breathes through his nose, sucking in air, and then pushes it back out again.

Eddie squeezes his shoulder in time with his breathing. A deep squeeze as he inhales, and a slow release of pressure as he exhales. And that does feel good. Centering. It's quiet, and completely still in the room. The only sound is Steve's breathing, and Eddie's rings slightly clinking together as he applies steady pressure to Steve's bare skin, and then lets it fade, again and again.

Eddie may be able to temper himself, may have all the self-control in the world in this room, but Steve can't say the same for himself. 

So, he's gagged. Eddie's bandana rolled up and forced between his teeth, tied into place behind his head. The fabric is wet, and he can't help touching it repeatedly with his tongue. Being held open this way, for this long, is making his jaw a little sore, but in a good way. Everything Eddie does, even if Steve's less than gung ho about it from the outset, is good.

Steve's learned to trust the process. Even if he's terrible at it. Because Steve knew he was supposed to be quiet tonight. And yet, he still couldn't manage to do even that one simple thing. Instead, he was gasping and moaning and whining so loud that Eddie decided it had to be done for him with a black strip of fabric, decorated in long-ago faded skulls.

"That's better, finally some peace and quiet around here," Eddie says, and Steve thinks that's a little ironic. Eddie doesn't have a leg to stand on about keeping quiet. He hasn't gone twenty minutes without yapping for as long as Steve's known him.

Unless they're doing this, of course, where Eddie Munson is suddenly as quiet as a church mouse. Somehow. Against all odds.

But Steve nods, agreeing with Eddie's statement, because that's what Eddie needs from him. Wants. Desires. 

Steve likes the noise.

But he's giving Eddie the silence he's requested.

Because when it comes down to it, Steve's always willing to submit to him, even if this particular line item is not something that really revs his engine. Steve would rather hear Eddie. His voice, his laugh, his whole, far too big to contain, personality.

And yet, somehow Eddie does just that: contains it. He tamps it down, bottles it up, shoves it away, and Steve is a little bit in awe of that, still, all these years later.

Steve swallows as much as he can around the gag, and it always makes him feel like he's gonna choke. It's not totally silent, can't be, as he works his throat to get the lump there to go down. He's sure it can't be pretty. And he likes to be pretty for Eddie. Likes when Eddie looks at him like he's still stunned that he caught Steve Harrington, and got to keep him.

It's selfish, and vain, and-

"Steve," Eddie says, and Steve opens his eyes, looking up at him. Forgetting where his brain was wandering off to, mid-thought, as Eddie's eyes lock on his.

He's fine. He's good. And Eddie sees that, checking in, and once Steve's sure Eddie has found what he's looking for, Steve closes his eyes again.

If he wanted out of this, all he'd have to do is stand up. Or reach up and untie the fabric. And Eddie would let him. Eddie's in control, Eddie's leading, but Steve always has an easy out. A clearly marked exit ramp, if needed. Eddie's always made that abundantly clear.

Steve doesn't really like to be restrained, and Eddie really doesn't like to worry about him.

He suddenly wants to be closer to Eddie, and leans his head back further, until the back of his head touches Eddie's stomach.

Eddie strokes his hair, and it's nice. Relaxing. As much as he can relax on his knees, jaw sore. 

Then, Eddie shifts and uses his thumb to stroke between Steve's eyebrows, soft upward motions, and it's like Eddie is pulling the tension straight out of him. It's like his strings have been cut, as he slumps forward, and Eddie was clearly prepared for that, because he guides him up onto the bed.

Adjusts his pliant form, and finally slides into Steve's body. Steve breathes deep through his nose, and moans around the bandana, as Eddie's hands grip is his hips, finally fucking him. Steve's cheek and chest are pressed into the sheets, his ass pulled upwards so Eddie can get the angle he wants.

Hips snapping against Steve's ass, his bony hips digging in, working to bring this all to a close. 

And Steve shuts his eyes and enjoys the ride. 

Then he feels Eddie's fingers untying the fabric, feels the bandana being pulled from his mouth, feels the release of being released wash over him. This must be what a dog that's been let off-leash feels like.

Free.

"Let me hear you now," Eddie says.

And Steve lets loose, finding his voice. It's dry, and scratchy, but he gives Eddie everything he has, and Eddie gives it back to him, tenfold. 

Loud moans, louder words, and deafening, ear-ringing amounts of love.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesmuttyseptember to follow along with the filth! 💦

[ineffablyruined]

Thank you to everyone who continues to participate! I'm having so much fun seeing what you all come up with, and we're getting some amazing fic, poetry, art, and even LEGOs. This is so much fun.

Prompt for Week Five:

Mistaken Identity.

Do we have a Crowley doppelgänger? Is the Metatron concealing his identity? Does someone think they are talking to someone else? You all know the drill at this point - you get to interpret this however you want!

The Rules Are Simple:

Every Friday until the Season 3 premiere, I'll post a prompt.

You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt.

Tag your post #IneffablePromptAThon, #IneffablePAT #Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, and/or #IPAT. Make sure to use them on Tumblr, X, IG, and AO3 so everyone can easily find your works!

Also tag your posts and AO3 with the Week Number and the Prompt, so we can all tell which prompt your creation accompanies.

Tag me @ineffablyruined in all of your posts, too, so I can reblog!

Add your contribution to the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon collection on AO3 for this week. Link is below!

Look for the next prompt. Rinse. Repeat.

HAVE FUN!

This is meant to be zero stress. If you can't do a week, that's completely fine! Prompt not working for you? Skip it. Going to be late? No worries at all!

It is just meant to be a fun outlet to get your creative juices flowing and keep the fandom well-fed with copious amounts of fic and fun until our Ineffable Duo makes their return to our screens (whenever that may be).

There is no length requirement, no rating requirement, no timeline requirement. It can be canon-compliant, AU, crossover, whatever tickles your fancy, as long as it's Good Omens related and incorporates the prompt. It's all Tickety-Boo!

If you want to be tagged in the posts, let me know!

SHOUTOUT to @interesting-egg who takes my inability to make decisions in stride and helps me pick which of my pile of prompts to use for the week.

Link to this week's collection:

Tags under the cut:

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[theladyofshalott1989]

MCtober2024: Week 5!

Thanks so much to @lamieboo for five weeks of delightful prompts!

Damien in a Cosy Sweater

Damien's Halloween Costume

In my Sebastian POV Halloween one shot, Damien gives Sebastian quite the scare dressed as a ghost, so, of course, I had to draw his costume.

[every-character-ever-poll]

GRELL SUTCLIFF - Black Butler

PROPAGANDA:

Bisexual trans woman who loves murder

[sarahsmi13s]

Man Made Monster

werewolf!eddie diaz

"were you scratched or bitten?"/"scratched? bitten? no, i was created"

eddie wasn't always like this, a beast hiding under the visage of healer. his time in the army changed him, in more ways than one. despite being just a medic, eddie was given the chance to be a part of a program. a super soldier program that he would be paid for, no matter the outcome. if it went well he recieved a decent paycheck, if he died, or worse, a hefty compensation was sent to his family. well, he survived, and it had worked. but now his animalistic instincts were harder to control, his body would react to his emotions -- becoming a slave to his flight or fight response. but now that he was out of the military, trying to fit back into civilian and life working for LAFD, he had to learn how to keep it stable. keep the beast tame when he thought back to that awful helicopter crash. his son is a huge help, one of his tethers to his humanity. and now he's found you, the moon in his sky, the one that isn't scared of the monster that man created.

[the-babygirl-polls]

Enjolras - Les Miserables

[mysmoshsideblog]

Serving Cunt: Tumblr Edition

Week Five Finals

Cuntegory One Winner: Christian Louboutin

Cuntegory Two Winner: J1407b

Cuntegory Three Winner: The King's Bay

NOTE: although the poll timer lasts a week, poll results will be recorded june 8th at 11:59PST. any votes cast after that are just for funsies

[my-rewrite-academia]

Week Five

Suspicions:

Day and night, paparazzi wait outside U.A.'s gates - something that has been happening since All Might was revealed to be working there. It makes many students frustrated, but that frustation turns to fear with a certain someone who's been doing this since the first week.

There's a strange man outside of the gates, and nobody knows what he wants. The staff discuss this, unsure if he's paparazzi, a fan, an anti, or a villain. Either way, they don't have any evidence or information to deal with it.

The Student Council bring it up in their meeting, about how it's affecting students who want to traverse outside of U.A., and making many feel nervous as they don't know what's going on.

Izuku himself is nervous, and hates that he is. Because he's a hero student! He's supposed to smile in the face of fear. But, no matter how hard he tries, his smile falls flat, and he can't help this spike of anxiety anytime his eyes wander to the gates, far as they may be.

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Loss:

Midnight notices Izuku's apparent exhaustion, with his head always hanging low and his eyes droopy. Mic also notices it, dicussing how to handle it; Izuku is their first quirkless student, and it's possible he was overwhelmed by the quirk training, or that other students were bullying him.

Half-way through the week, Izuku is summoned to the teacher's office to discuss his student council work, and how he's faring balancing heroics work and the student council. They don't mention the suspected bullying, as they fear it may make him closed off.

Of course, his appearance is due to the suspicious individual, and Izuku doubting his own mental strength, but the staff aren't fully aware of that.

He goes during lunch, unaware that Midnight, who was the one to summon him, was held up by a student who needs help with homework, still a floor away from him. As he's walking there, the intruder alarm blares. Recalling Aizawa informing them about it, he walks into the staff office.

And there he sees the suspicious individual, Shigaraki Tomura, pick up a stack of sheets, where timetables are printed on them, by All Might's desk, the lock turned to ashes on the floor.

For a moment, neither of them do anything, both as shocked as the other that someone walked into the room.

Then, someone does move. Tomura rushes to him with his hand out. Izuku ducks out of the way, noticing the padding on his dry fingers, and Tomura's hand slams onto the wall behind him, disintergrating a small portion of it.

A touch-activated quirk, Izuku realises, and struggles to put distance between them, using whatever he can to disturb Tomura's flow, pushing chairs into him, sacrificing pen cups - anything to get that hand away from him.

And Tomura notices that Izuku isn't using a quirk to defend himself, despite the pins on his blazer's shoulders indicating that he's a hero student. He ponders on this, but chalks it up to having a quirk unsuited for battle, especially with all the obstacles in an enclosed environment, and continues to attack.

Izuku runs around, unable to do anything less he risked getting disintergrated, only able to buy time until a member of staff gets there.

It screws with his head, realising that, despite his passion for heroism, he can't even fight against one (probable) villain. Only able to dodge palms and flail about.

Nobody can hear this havoc. Not with the alarms blaring, students running amok in a panic, and staff trying to deal with the situation. Midnight is running to the staff room, but she's still not there. He's all alone, and he can't handle this.

At some point, the obstacle become his only ally to his own demise. He trips over a chair leg and falls to the floor.

Shigaraki lunges for him, and for a moment, Izuku thinks his life is Tomura.

Then the doors slam open, and Midnight rushes in with her whip, ready for combat as soon as she ran in, and manages to get Shigaraki away from Izuku, leaving him unharmed.

Realising he needs to go, Tomura calls, "Kurogiri!", and runs to the wall, just as a purple portal appears. It disappears the moment he steps inside, leaving only Izuku and Midnight in a mess of a room.

In the wake of it all, Izuku throws up into the closest bin as Midnight rubs his back, calling for Recovery Girl with her free hand.

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Leaders:

As this happened, 1-A and the rest of the students were eating in the cafeteria. The alarms ring, and everyone panics.

Tenya and Momo recognise it as the intruder alarm Aizawa explained in the first week, when they missed the assembly so he informed them of the basics, but are unable to do anything to calm down the panicing students, all of whom rush to the doors, creating a large blockage and resulting in nobody being able to get out.

With some encouragement from both Mina and Ochako, they come up with a plan, using Kyouka to do so. Kyouka creates a large noise with her quirk, loud enough to overwhelm the alarm, even if only for a few seconds. It's still enough to silence the panicking crowd.

Momo then creates a speakerphone, informing everyone that the alarm was an intruder one, then passes the speakerphone to Tenya, who then recites what to do in the event of one: students are to stay in the closest room, the cafeteria in this case, and wait for the staff to deal with it.

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Bittersweet:

Outside, Mic, Nedzu, and Snipe are dealing with invading paparazzi, threatening to sue them for property damage and trespassing on private property, (as Nedzu owns the entire city of U.A.).

While this subdues many, there are some who still insistent on interviewing staff and student alike.

Until All Might steps outside. At first, the paparazzi only become more eager, but All Might has been a hero for a long time, with a secret he's kept since before he became a hero. He knows how to handle the press.

So, All Might works his magic, assuring them that all will be answered in Mic's talk show. Despite it being a split-moment decision, Mic asserts this, making it sound like it was supposed to be kept secret as a surprise for the general public. Internally, he thinks about how to rewrite the script to fit All Might, reckoning that he may have to throw out most of it to answer questions the public may have.

As the press finally leave, the staff spot how the gate was destroyed. Not by forcing it open, but by disintergrating it.

Realising what this may mean, they rush to the staff office, and find Izuku there with Midnight and Recovery Girl. He gives them his statement, how there was a villain who grabbed some timetables from All Might's desk, but he couldn't discern anything else, such as a motive or identity.

They manage to calm Izuku down first, Mic and Midnight accompanying him back to his dorm, as classes are cancelled for the rest of the day due to the intruder.

While Mic and Midnight take Izuku, Nedzu checks All Might's desk, cross-examining the printed timetables with the digital ones on his computer, and finds that Weeks 6, 7, 8, and 9 are all missing.

They may not know exactly which week the villains were examining, but they realise that Week 7 has an important trip scheduled - the USJ trip where the students are to observe Thirteen and learn about Rescue-Based Heroism.

But, the USJ is one of their most fortified locations. It would be ridiculous to break in there, considering the amount of traps the staff know about and the villains don't, and they have excellent communications due to the naturally dangerous environment.

Still, there's a pang of uncertainty, so Nedzu decides to do...

Something you won't know until the next post!

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Notes:

While Izuku may have lost before, (to Mashirao, and having others rank higher than him in tests), this is the one that really leaves its impact. He just couldn't do anything, and that will affect him

Momo and Tenya taking charge, but needing encouragement from others to figure out how, are marks of great leaders. People who will stand up when they have to, and with people rooting for them to do so

Mic and All Might will have a scene in the next official post, yes, to go into details. Any questions you may have about All Might's teaching style and his qualifications will be explained then, so any asks about it will be a reminder of that fact

Conclusion:

Someone turns the gate to dust and the paparazzi break in

Tomura steals some timetables from the teachers office

Izuku vs. Tomura. Winner: Tomura

[louisrarepairfest]

i tell myself i'm done with wicked games 

by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom

Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).

Teen & Up /// 5k /// Louis/Michael Clifford

[rach-berry]

Say, Mr. Producer I'm talking to you, sir I don't need a lot Only what I got Plus a tube of greasepaint and a follow spot!

this week in glee club, rachel teams up with @blainetm on one of their favorite songs. it's charming and adorable, bright and bubbly, basically everything you'd expect from this duo. rachel feels fully at home and inspired with this group, there is nothing better than performing with one of her closest friends.

[sapphic-summer-riordanverse]

Week Five (16/6/25)

Quest

Healing

Nature

Free Choice

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Imagine the Stars

Week #5 Prompt: Constellations | Word Count: 680 | Rating: T | POV: Max | Pairings: None | Characters: Max | CW: Canon Injuries, Recovering After Vecna | Tags: Post S4, Max Thinking About the Stars, A Bit Melancholy, But No Infinite Sadness

Max sprawls in the grass, and closes her eyes. Not that it matters. Dark is dark. It just feels less overwhelming when her eyes are closed. Like things are still the same, even if they really aren't. Not at all. 

It's all just noise at his point: the doctors, the specialists, all saying that she might get her sight back, or at least some of it. But they don't seem sure, are only guessing, she knows that, and she's not betting on anything right now. 

Because they don't know, can't know, how it actually happened. So, finding a treatment might be impossible. It's probably pretty damn hard to fix magical wounds by mortal means.

But it's fine. Whatever. It kind of has to be, since she doesn't really have a say in the matter. She's gotten used to it. The sunglasses and the cane. The constant babying by all her friends. Steve Harrington hovering, mothering, worse than ever before. 

She's not alone. Almost never is. But she sure feels isolated a lot of the time.

Lucas reads to her, but it's not the same. She wants to hold the book in her own hands, let her eyes skim across the text, taking in, or ignoring, as much as her brain is in the mood for at the moment.

El paints her nails, but Max can't see the shock of color, so does it even matter? She gets no joy out of it, not really, but she thinks El does, so she lets her continue. Because it hurts nothing.

They're all laughing off in the distance right now, and she can pick out all of their voices, imagining them just as they were the last time she'd seen them all.

The last time she'd seen anything at all.

She needs to think about something else. Something more manageable. 

The grass. The grass under her is soft and almost cool, and she stretches her arms out, grasping two fistfuls of earth, squeezing. And she feels grounded. Centered, once again.

It's daylight. Mid-afternoon, with the sun beating down overhead. But to her, it could be night. The sky could be the clearest blue, or the darkest red. 

She believes it to be the bluest of blues, these days.

But in her own private cover of darkness, she can also picture the night sky. The same inky, dark blue-black sky that her dad used to point out the constellations in, looking overhead, when she was a little girl. Him, giving their names, their shapes, tracing the paths in which she was supposed to be able to see them. 

Max would look, would study the stars, and while she could find the Big Dipper, that was about it. Could see the double stars that make up the second point in the handle. Could trace the outline of the whole constellation with her finger.

But more often than not for the others, though, she'd just pretend to see what he so easily could. Her dad knew them all, and always told her she'd be able to see them too, when she was older. Now she's older, and she most definitely can't. 

And she may never be able to, not now.

So, she does the next best thing. She pictures the handle of the Big Dipper, counting the stars until in her mind's eye she can see little lines tracing around the stars, stitching them together into something bigger. Something different. All the parts connecting themselves together, making up a bigger whole. 

She did that, too, she knows. In that attic. She sealed her own fate for the greater good. 

And she'd do it again, even if she wouldn't be happy about it. 

They killed Vecna. Not immediately. Not until after there were victims, and damages that may never be undone.

But they're free of that terror, now. Hawkins, and hopefully, the whole goddamn world. 

The world is blue, not red.

And because her friends finished what they started, it's safe for her to lay in the grass, soaking up the sun, while she imagines the stars.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun! 🌌

[tomatoluvr69]

Kids are so fucking dumb lol we have mountains of bottled water around the school bc the city has no drinking water still and they’re all different brands and a third grader will look you dead in the eye and tell you that everyone hates a certain brand and no one will drink it because “they don’t filter out the fish pee” like girl on what PLANETTTTT. They all call it the fish pee water and no one will drink it!

[jimin-updates]

Jimin on the UK charts

Week five!

This week saw his position improve on some U.K. charts!

The United Jim-dom keeps working hard for our boy! 💪🏻

[every-character-ever-poll]

GARFIELD - Garfield

[bobbylovesthebeach]

Watching Strictly Come Dancing 💃 🕺