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aphrogeneias · 9 months

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restless — one-shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie are having a lazy day, but you manage to find a way to ease his restlessness.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fluff and smut (+18), making out, dry humping, grinding (but no penetration), they're both sickenly in love

author's note: i'll write clingy eddie or i'll write nothing at all. thank you for reading <3

"You're alright in there, baby?"

Your voice drips with sweet tenderness. Hearing yourself like that would perhaps make you cringe a while ago. Now, though, that is just how you sound around the boy that is currently hiding himself inside your t-shirt.

"Uh-huh."

His cheek is squished to your bare skin, foregoing anything under your clothes to avoid more heat. The feeling of his lips lightly brushing it makes you giggle, running your hand over his head, where you can still feel his wild hair under the fabric.

You've been reading in Eddie's bed all afternoon, and he started the day doing just the same, both of you sitting side by side, backs to his pillows, each reading a book of your own. At some point, he grew restless and left the bedroom, not before leaving a kiss on your forehead, so as to not disturb your reading.

He'd been out a while now. You figured he was working on painting the new miniatures he was going to gift Erica since her birthday was soon, and he was dead set on finishing them this week, and was probably using the kitchen table as his work station. It was a matter of time until he grew restless again, though.

That restlessness was what brought him back to you.

"Did you get bored out there?"

Eddie shakes his head no, still not moving from his hiding place. "Jus' missed you."

"I was just a room away from you." You pretend to scold, and even though he can't see it, there's a grin that is only reserved from him growing on your face. It's his turn to scoff, then, and he suddenly lifts your shirt from above him, and from your chest altogether, leaving little kisses all over your torso, but avoiding where he knows you crave his mouth the most. You're almost matching now, Eddie having lost his own shirt hours ago.

"A fucking travesty, if you ask me."

Silly, that's what this love drove you. You stare at him through half lidded eyes, if you were a cartoon there would surely be hearts drawn all over them, as he lifted himself up, capturing your lips in a slow kiss. The two of you sigh and grunt into each other's mouths, moaning softly when hands met bare skin, pulling and squeezing all the right places.

His hands met your waist, ran over your tummy, and up to your breasts, palming them lightly, not quite the way you were expecting. On the other hand, you grabbed wherever you could get your hands on — his shoulders, his back, pulling him closer and closer — huffing when he didn't budge. until he pulled away.

"Breathe. It's okay, we've got time."

The sun shines brightly outside, bathing Eddie's room in gold. Golden like the molten feeling inside you when you see his eyes from up close, a mischievous look in those deep pools of warm brown, warm like the feeling that spreads from your neck to your center, making you wiggle your hips uncomfortably. He was mocking you, but you know he's just as eager as you.

"I know, but I want you now."

You manage to distract him with your sudden bolsa move, and flip him on his back until you're on top. There's no time for him to find what to say, because you're kissing him again, this time wasting no time to sit yourself fully on top of him, your legs on each side of his narrow hips.

The kisses you share are still slow, sensual, following the rise and fall your shared breathing, but this time he follows your lead, running his hands over your thighs, your hips, grabbing your ass and dragging it over the front of his sweatpants, where you can feel his desire growing — you've known all day that he wasn't wearing any underwear, but feeling it was an entirely different thing. You bite his lower lip, and your eyes are still closed but you can feel his smile.

"What do you want, sweetheart?"

"Wanna make us feel good." You make your point by rolling your hips once again, applying more pressure. There's not much separating your already drenched core from his erection, only a pair of old sleep shorts and equally old underwear, and you sigh from the delicious drag of your pussy over the soft material of his pants.

"Then do it. I'm all yours, baby."

You double down your efforts, grinding on him in earnest now. Your kisses are faster now, but mostly you just pant and breathe into each other's mouths, moaning when you reach a particularly good spot. There's a growing wet patch in your shorts, transfering to Eddie's gray pants, and you can almost hear how wet you are. His hands only leave your hips to travel up into your loose t-shirt, grabbing your tits and pulling your nipples, just rough enough to make you whine into his lips.

Deciding you need to feel more of him, you lift yourself up, quickly removing your shorts and panties at the same time, and mounting him again.

"That's it. Good girl. That's my good fucking girl." Eddie is breathing heavily now, his voice deeper. You're the one on top, but you still melt at his praise, hanging on to his every word. "You're making such a mess for me, fuck."

It's worse when you can feel him, thick and warm under you, every inch of him with each drag of your pussy, the precum leaking from him staining his pants as well. A mixture of both of you making you slide back and forth with ease, the wave growing inside of you higher and higher, making you clench around nothing as you seek your release wildly, riding him with fervor.

In a delirious search for that peak, you just pull his pants down, eagerly looking to feel his bare cock as you cum. His eyes bulge, and the moan he lets out is enough to almost take you there, a string of curses leaving his pretty pink lips, but all it takes are a couple more hip thrusts, your clit catching right at the pulsing head of his cock, making the two of you moan loudly, and your orgasm crash all over you.

Eddie doesn't take long to follow, reaching his own high, and cumming all over his stomach.

"Fuck. You're too much."

You don't have the energy to laugh as you roll from him, laying on your side, and reaching out to brush some stray strands that fell on his face. His eyes are closed, and you take a moment to admire him in the afterglow. Cheeks flushed, full lips agape, sweat gathering on his hot skin.

"Too much in love with you."

Eddie opens his eyes only to roll them, but the dimpled, lazy smile he gives you says otherwise. Ignoring the wet, sticky mess that's cooling between you, he leans over and kisses you. You keep kissing like that, like you have all the time in the world, until you're ready to make a new mess.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut

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kitchenisking · 3 months

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March Fic Rec

back to back recs cuz I wasn't paying attention to the weeks fly by😅

Obsession by Rae666 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,399, sterek)

Derek gets hit by a witch's curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek's obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands?

The Wolf by rororowyourboat - (Rating: G, Words: 3,901, sterek)

Stiles and Derek haven't seen each other in years, but after talking on the phone nonstop for months now, Derek is finally moving back to Beacon Hills. The day he's supposed to arrive, he stops responding to Stiles' texts, and then a blue-eyed wolf shows up on his porch steps. Obviously something has happened to Derek, and Stiles needs to help him out... right?

Tease by katrint - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,852, sterek)

Stiles is used to Derek being all growly, claiming and rough when he gets jealous, but when something that usually would make Derek all the above happens, and Derek shows no interest in Stiles whatsoever, Stiles starts to worry.

Ulterior Motives by useyrwordsderek - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,082, sterek)

In which Stiles is warm for Derek’s form, Derek is repressed, and Erica is awesome. (Lydia is also awesome, but that goes without saying.) Author’s notes: Set after Season 2; mild spoilers for all of S1 and S2. Previously posted to LJ. My first Teen Wolf fic! Be gentle!

It feels like a perfect night (for breakfast at midnight) by princecharmingwinks - (Rating: G, Words: 1,068, sterek)

Stiles is floating on cloud nine. He is absolutely living his best life. It's a Saturday night, he's out with his friends and he's dancing like it's his birthday. Because it is! (Or it will be in 20 minutes, once midnight ticks around). And what better way to celebrate the respectful age of 22 than a night out?

The Hale Beast by secretfanboy - (Rating: Mature, Words: 17,707, sterek)

Stiles would rather be at home playing X-Box than attending the ceremony inaugurating the Wolf nation's sovereignty over the Argent kingdom, but he's the Sheriff's son so those are the breaks. What he doesn't expect is the feral werewolf Prince Derek AKA The Beast to take an interest in him.

He was alone with the Beast. His heart started pounding its way up into his throat. A burst of static came from his cell phone. "Scott! Oh my god! He's here! The Hale Beast is here with me and I'm alone and no one is here to witness when he kills me...to death!"

Treasure by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 71,231, sterek)

“I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

The Mending That You Need by torakowalski - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,861, sterek)

“He’s not my boyfriend, Stiles. He’s a man from a club. I couldn’t call him, if I wanted to.”

Even Forbidden Fruits Get Picked by flitterflutterfly - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 18,658, sterek)

When Stiles’ best friend gets himself bitten by a rogue werewolf, Stiles convinces him to seek aide from the local pack. Stiles tags along, ready to help Scott despite the knowledge that he likely wouldn’t be welcome. After all, Doms rarely ever approved of Stiles and he thought the Hales would be no exception. So he was surprised to find that not only had the rogue seemed to develop some kind of creepy fascination with him, the young alpha wolf, Derek, seemed to want him as well.

Transformation by sffan - (Rating: T, Words: 1,885, sterek)

“Dude. You turned into a wolf. What the hell? When did that start being a thing?”

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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judeswhore · 2 years

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livin’ in a daydream; steve harrington

summary: steve’s been worried you’ve been pulling away because you’ve fallen out of love with him, but little did he know the secret you were trying to hide was something he’d been dreaming about forever

pairing: steve harrington x reader

requested: yes

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is a repost so fingers crossed it works this time

steve knew you like the back of his hand, knew you better than he knew himself, better even than you knew yourself and so it was no surprise that he picked up on your slightly odd behaviour pretty quickly.

at first he'd passed off your desire to stay home rather than hang out with your friends as just plain exhaustion, you'd been working every shift you could at the local coffee shop as well as driving max and lucas to and from school every day, he understood that maybe you just needed some rest. he also passed off your refusal to join him, robin, dustin and erica to the carnival as you not wanting to intrude on what you always called "scoops troop quality time" but it was when you passed on movie night that steve really started to wonder if something was up. because you never passed on movie night, even when you were sick and he had to force you to stay home with the promise of two movie nights in a row if you just let him take care of you.

he'd started to notice you distancing yourself at the start of the week, had watched the way you slowly lost that spark he loved so much, how the twinkle in your eye turned dull but every time he asked if something was wrong you shrugged it off. more than once you told him you were just stressed from work and college applications and tired from countless sleepless nights. he didn't believe you, you always tugged at your earlobe when you lied and he'd lost count of how many times you'd done that tiny movement in the last few days. there was something wrong and the way you seemed to be avoiding steve made his stomach twist and his head hurt, a nauseating feeling of dread building inside him as he fretted over whether he'd done something wrong.

on thursday, he'd asked if you wanted to stay the night, his parents were out of town again and it seemed like forever since you'd spent time just the two of you (in reality it had probably been only a week tops but steve was clingy and in love and hated every second he wasn't with you) but you'd turned him down before he'd even managed to completely ask. he'd rambled just slightly about how you could make dinner together or order take out and he'd let you watch one of your cheesy romcoms and then he'd make you breakfast the next morning but just as he was about to tell you about his new pancake topping suggestions you'd started shaking your head. you'd told him you had to work late and then had an early tutoring session the next morning so you'd barely even see him so there wasn't really much point and before steve could really argue or show his disappointment you were pushing a kiss to his cheek and climbing from his car.

he felt upset and confused and lost because that was a straight up rejection and a clear indication you didn't want to spend time with him and steve didn't really know why. he thought everything was going great, he thought the both of you were more than happy and as the bitter sting of that rejection lingered in his chest he couldn't help but dwell on his past failed relationships, on the way they had slowly pulled away before he'd lost them completely. those had hurt, but this hurt even more because steve hadn't really loved them, not the way he loved you.

your turn down of movie night with the guys was what finally had steve's resolve snapping, had him pushing his anxiety over his own fears out of the way so he could talk to you. your friends were also starting to question your sudden absence from hangouts, max and lucas who saw you every day claiming you'd been acting weird since last week, jittery and somehow always on the verge of tears but telling them you were fine whenever they asked. so, after friday movie night had ended and he'd dropped the kids off at their respective houses, steve made his way to your place, palms sweaty and his heart in his mouth. if you were unhappy with him he wanted to know now, he couldn't keep torturing himself with "what ifs" and if max and lucas were right and you had been upset all week he needed to try and make it better. he wouldn't leave until he'd made it better.

you'd told him that morning when he'd called that your parents were out of town for the weekend visiting your grandma so steve wasn't all that surprised to find the house in darkness, not a single light flickering through the windows. that was until he reached the front window and he made out the soft buzz of the tv light through a crack in the curtains, the only indicator anyone was home. he pressed his finger into the doorbell, rocked on the balls of his feet as he tapped out a nervous rhythm against the side of his jean clad leg. it was a tense couple of seconds while he waited, each moment tightening the ball of anxiety in his chest, making his throat ache just slightly as he ran over possible reasons why you might not love him anymore. he knew it was a bit of a leap, you'd just cancelled a few things, but steve was all too familiar with people falling out of love with him and your constant avoidance didn't feel too good.

the pit that had taken up residency in his stomach disappeared briefly however when you pulled open the door and his eyes landed on your face. you were so clearly foggy with sleep, brows drawn in tight, pout settled on your lips, gaze just slightly unfocused and steve couldn't help the tug of his heart or the smile that formed on his lips. you squinted from the outside light, rubbed your fingers over your eye.

"hi, stevie, what're you doing here?" that nickname and the soft tone of your voice almost had his knees buckling, heat trickling down his spine, making even the ends of his fingers hot with endearment. you looked heartbreakingly pretty in the outside glow, the kind of pretty that steve had read about in books and he felt like the luckiest man alive to have ever been able to say you were his. you were dressed in shorts and one of his old shirts, the hem warn and frayed, falling just below the tops of your thighs and his grin grew a little wider when he noticed you were wearing one pair of the matching fluffy socks he'd bought. it was simple and nothing yet everything all at once and it wasn't lost on steve how you could take his breath away just by simply being you.

your question hung unanswered in the air for a few moments before he blinked, swallowed the dryness in his throat and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. they were damp, his nerves clearly making a physical appearance and he tried to will himself to calm down as you met his gaze, smile soft and curious. you weren't mad he was there, that had to be a good thing, right?

"jus'- just missed you at movie night, i wanted to make sure you were okay, that you got home safe. did i wake you up?"

"no, not really. i rented pretty in pink last week so i thought while my parents were away i could watch it." you paused, tilted your head as you considered him for a second, your smile turning teasing and a twinkle sparking in your eyes. "you could've called to check on me y'know."

"yeah, yeah i know but i wanted to make sure in person. i was passing by anyway." he wasn't and you knew it but before you could call him out he pushed on, nervously rubbed a hand over his jaw. "and i also wanted to talk to you, not over the phone. i- uh," steve stumbled over his words for a second, glanced around the empty street and figured it was better to get it over with now than to wait. he couldn't spend another sleepless night worrying whether you were okay, he needed to know what was going on. "can i come in?"

"of course, steve, are you okay?" you reached out, slipped your fingers through his and pulled him over the threshold, pulled his hand up to your chest as he kicked the door closed with the heel of his shoe. he let you pull him in, let you graze your fingers down his arm as he dropped his hand to curl around your waist. you were warm and smelled of vanilla, of home and steve wanted to tuck his face away in your neck and have you tell him you loved him, that it was all in his head and he wasn't about to lose you. he settled for squeezing your hip.

"i'm okay, i'm worried about you."

"me?" you were leading him towards the living room, careful not to trip over your shoes you'd left discarded in the dark hallway and then you settled on the sofa, pulled him down with you. his knees bumped yours. "why are you worried about me? i'm okay." despite your words there was an unconvincing wobble to your voice and your gaze slipped from his eyes to a spot of fluff that was settled on his jacket. you tugged a little at your earlobe, toyed with the little earring he'd bought you for your birthday and that was all he needed for his next words to come out.

"because this whole week you've just-you've been so distant. you've blew me off more times than you ever have, you haven't wanted to hang with the kids or robin, you said no to movie night." steve sighed and picked at a loose thread on his jeans, tried to keep his emotions at bay but he felt a little like he might cry. especially if he'd been right all along and you were just tired of him. "i'm just worried something's wrong, y'know? with you," he paused and his next words were almost a whisper. "with us."

"steve."

"it's just, if you're sick of me, if you don't love me anymore i guess that's okay but you have to tell me, if i've done something wrong or-or just if there's something wrong with you, you can tell me. if something happened you know you can talk to me about it." you were staring almost blankly at him, lips parted, hands settled in your lap and it twisted something inside of him. "y/n, all i care about is you being happy and safe and you haven't been yourself this week, not really and max and lucas said you've been a little off when they've seen you. if there's something i can do then you have to tell me, so i can help and i can try and make you feel better. and y'know if i'm the problem-"

"steve, stop, you're not the problem." you shook your head with a frown, brows knitted together tightly and you reached for his hands, wrapped your fingers around his and squeezed. your lips tilted into a soft, barely there smile. "and i'm not sick of you, you idiot. i'm ridiculously in love with you and i don't think i would ever get tired of you."

"yeah?"

"steve, i love you. so much you can't even begin to understand."

the relief that steve felt hearing those words was almost nauseatingly strong, his heart squeezing and his tummy rolling. he felt the tension in his shoulders shift fractionally and the lump that had been living in his throat unlodged itself when he let out a soft breath. despite his relief over your feelings for him, there was still something wrong and he was determined to find out what. he reached up and brushed his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek, traced lightly down the bridge of your nose.

"then what's going on? because it's not like you to cancel all your plans." your eyes fell to his lap, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip until steve tugged it free, thumb flat against the plush skin. "baby, c'mon, look at me. let me help you."

you sighed, reaching up to curl your fingers around his wrist, turning your head into the palm of his hand. steve's other hand landed on your leg and gave a comforting squeeze to your knee, tugging your body a little bit closer to his.

"tell me what's going on."

"i'm pregnant." your words were somewhat jammed together, rushed out as your gaze darted around steve's face, bounced from his eyes down to his chin and back up as though you weren't sure where to look. he could see the clear worry on your face, etched into the features he knew so well and for a few moments he simply stared. at the girl he'd been in love with for years, his mind somehow not fully having caught up with your words although his heart must have because he swore it was trying to beat out of his chest. a giddy elated feeling of happiness had swelled inside of him, sudden and unexpected and all consuming.

steve probably should have said something immediately, should have squeezed your hand or kissed you, done anything to show that he'd heard and he was happy. but his body and mouth hadn't kept up and as the seconds ticked by and he blinked at you, your worry turned into a full blown panic, head pulling back and out of steve's grip. your eyes shone from the tv light and he caught the tremor in your hands and the way you spun your ring around and around your finger.

"i haven't been keeping it from you, i mean, i have but not for long and not purposely or anything. i found out last week, my period was really late and-and i was sick a couple times and constantly felt nauseous and so i thought i'd do a test, i didn't think it would actually be positive but it was. i didn't know what to do and i didn't know how to tell you or how to bring it up and i didn't want you to be angry with me or-" you were rambling and any other time, under any other circumstances, steve would have found it adorable but your state of panic made his chest ache with the need to reassure you.

"hey, breathe, look at me." he took your hands, stopped you from fiddling and brought one up to his lips. eyes still on yours, he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and watched the way you blew out a shaky breath. "babe, i'm not angry with you, i would never be angry with you, especially not about this, we did it together didn't we? is this why you've been avoiding me all week?"

"i didn't know what you wanted."

"what do you want?"

"what?" you faltered, blinked at him and steve smiled, soft and adoring and leant in to press a kiss to your lips. it was fleeting but you almost melted into him, your fingers tightening around his and he knew you well enough to know you'd been agonising over what he'd say all week. as if a family with you wasn't his most prominent daydream. as if he'd ever make you go ahead with something if you weren't ready, no matter how much he wanted it.

"tell me what you want." he thought you'd hesitate, thought you'd take your time to answer but you replied almost straight away, gaze shy when you looked up at him.

"i wanna have a family with you." steve kissed you again, on your mouth and then your cheek before settling one to your forehead.

"i wanna have a family with you too, so badly. you have no idea how much i've thought about it, about our own little harrington running around but it doesn't have to be right now, not if that's not what you want. if you’re not ready.”

"what if it is?”

“then we can work it out together. i want to have a baby with you, now or in a few years or when we’re thirty. i think becoming a dad right now would be the best thing to ever happen to me but i want it to be something we both want. i don’t want you to think we can’t wait and try again when we’re ready.” he laughed softly and brushed his thumb over the curve of your ear. “we can actually, y’know, plan.” your smile made his ears buzz.

“it’s silly, it’s only been a few days and i’ve been worried sick for most of them but i’ve also been thinking a lot about our future. every time i drove max and lucas to school i kept having these daydreams, of us doing school runs and first days at kindergarten. i saw you helping el study and i couldn’t stop thinking about you doing that with our own kid.”

“i don’t think ellie would appreciate someone stealing her study buddy but i’m sure we could work something out.” you grinned at this and locked your eyes on his.

“i don’t think i wanna wait.”

“no?” the shake of your head was final.

“i want to have this baby with you now, steve.”

“god, you have no idea how badly i want that.” something went off inside him, a toe curling kind of happiness buzzing in his veins and he couldn't hold back his grin or the way he gripped your face and kissed you. he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into him, opened his mouth over yours and revelled in the breathless sound you let out as you gripped his shirt.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner."

steve shook his head, chased away your apologies with another kiss. he was giddy and had the urge to laugh as he pulled you into his lap, scattered kisses across every bit of your face he could. your fingers got lost in his hair, your body pressing impossibly close to his and steve felt lighter than he had all week.

"you don't need to apologise, i just wish you hadn't have worried so much. i love you and i want you to talk to me about anything, no matter what it is. we deal with stuff together, remember? it's always been me and you." you nodded and sat back in his lap and steve's eyes made a beeline for your stomach. there was no obvious difference, you looked the way you always did but he knew there was something there and it made his head a little fuzzy. he pressed his hand against your soft skin. "i can't believe we're gonna have a baby."

"i bet becoming a dad wasn't on your bucket list this year." your grin was teasing, hand settling over his as you both pressed against your tummy but steve was almost serious when he met your gaze.

"you'd be surprised." he blew out a breath and moved to brush his fingers over your jaw. "it's been on my bucket list since i met you."

"you met me when we were six."

"and i told everyone we'd have a family one day. told the entire neighbourhood i was gonna marry you. fuck, i can't believe i'm gonna be a dad. we're really gonna have a baby." steve couldn't stop smiling even as he pressed his face against the side of yours, nuzzled his nose lovingly against your cheek.

he felt ridiculous for his earlier worries, for thinking he'd lost you and couldn't believe that in less than half an hour his entire life had changed. he always thought he'd be terrified of this moment, regretful of his recklessness, worried that he'd mess up. that he'd be like his own father. but all he felt was adoration and happiness as he looked at you, a heavy and full feeling to his heart.

"i love you. i love you so much and you're gonna be the perfect mommy, y'know that? gonna be fuckin' perfect, baby." steve let you pull him in, let you tilt his jaw and kiss him until his lips were numb and he lost track over all other thoughts. you kissed the corner of his mouth, pressed your forehead to his and sent him a breathtaking smile.

“you know you have to tell dustin he’s not the baby anymore, right?”

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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The video began with a far away shot of Eddie and Steve, taken from the crack of the door as Eddie walked out of the school to meet Steve in the parking lot. Dustin’s voice was heard in the background.

“Two members of different species have come into contact with each other. Is cohabitation possible? And if so, what is the potential for crossbreeding?”

“Hey get out here and let’s go!”, Steve shouted towards the school. Dustin and the others gathered their things, waving Eddie goodbye as they got into Steve’s car.

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The next shot showed Steve and Lucas dribbling down a basketball court. Lucas looked fully attentive as Steve gave him some tips and adjusted his technique. Dustin’s voice was heard again as the camera panned to Eddie, sitting in the bleachers, nose deep in a novel.

“The first species, Jockus Sitterus, attempts to show his worth by exhibiting two desirable traits: his athleticism, and his natural ability with children. But thus far, his target: Metalli Shepardis, seems unimpressed.”

Then some other guys came into the gym and a pick up game happened. The camera looked back between Steve playing and Eddie still reading his book until-

“Oh? What is this?”, Dustin narrated as Eddie began to peek over his pages. “And interest is forming?”

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Dustin was filming Steve through a crack in the bathroom door. Steve had an array of bottles on the sink as he obsessed over himself in the mirror. This time Dustin was whispering so he wouldn’t be caught.

“And here we find Steve, primping his appearance in order to attract his target. The evening’s proceedings will tell if he is successful.”

Then he started coughing as Steve put on even more hairspray, alerting the older boy to his presence.

“Are you recording me in the bathroom? Dude, what the hell?!”

“You’re gonna treasure these memories one day, Steve!”

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“A common courtship tactic is the exchanging of gifts”, Dustin narrated when the camera fumbled. “Careful Will!”

“Sorry. Sorry”, Will said from behind the camera.

The view returned to a group around a Christmas tree. Robin had wrestled some antlers onto Eddie’s head. Steve was looking positively paternal in his knit sweater as he handed a cassette with a big red bow on it to Eddie.

“The gift is given....”, Dustin said, anticipation easy to hear in his voice. “And it is well received”, he finished when Eddie smiled and gave Steve a one armed hug.

The camera view shifted again, this time from the living room of the Harrington household, to a view of the backyard from a window. Eddie had brought Steve out there for his gift, saying it wasn’t meant for the eyes of mortals or children. Everyone had taken that as a hint that they were going out to smoke but Dustin had a hunch and so he followed it.

They both sat on pool chairs and Eddie had taken Steve’s acoustic outside. Winter was killer in Indiana, but Dustin had the suspicion that Steve’s blush wasn’t from the cold.

“Often it can take a partner anywhere from a few days to a few weeks to reciprocate. It is rare to see the favor returned on the same day. But could it be? Yes! Yes it is!”

Eddie began strumming and singing to Steve. Behind the window and at this distance, Dustin couldn’t pick up everything, but it was clear in the picture.

“The mating song of this species is rarely heard, if ever, as they are typically a solitary beast, choosing instead to surround itself with other pack members. Eddie’s species are musically gifted, but often don’t use this skill for attracting mates. Unless it’s someone special. But will it be as well received as Steve’s gift?”

When the song was over, Steve reached out and took Eddie’s hands in his own and cupped them, breathing hot air over them.

“A good sign”, Dustin said.

The two outside were doing a whole lot of staring and Dustin feared they’d actually frozen out there before they both started to lean in.

“What the hell are you doing?!”, Erica shouted, causing Dustin to drop the camera, missing anything that came after.

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Max, Lucas, and Mike were snickering from behind the camera. The view showed Eddie, Dustin, and Steve, cuddled up together on the couch in the Henderson living room. It was past midnight on New Year’s. Steve and Eddie were supposed to take them all home, but that probably wasn’t happening.

Mike cleared his throat. “And here we find a bonded pair with their offspring. One wonders how such a magnificent specimen finds itself with the bottom of the food chain, but that is the wonder of nature.”

“Mmm, shut up Mike”, Eddie groaned without ever opening his eyes. His arm stretched across the back of the couch to find Steve’s hair and bury a hand in it.

“And that dear watchers, is the natural order”, Lucas closed out.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #dustin henderson #idk what this is #just had the idea like a flash of lightning #and then wrote it 3 days later

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more Robin and Erica friendships like. the Ladies of the Scoops Troop, the two who were dropped into that Russian base with no prior knowledge of anything out of the ordinary ever happening in their town and just rolling with it, who must have looked at these boys at least once while they were trapped in that elevator and wondered what they were whispering about, what they weren't sharing with the class, and whether or not they could really be trusted up until the point where they proved they definitely could be

I'm just SAYING Robin and Erica who bond over those moments of uncertainty and strife, little Erica who is so young when she's pulled into the madness and maybe needs an older girl the same way Dustin or Lucas need an older boy in Steve, and beyond that, needs a girl who isn't going to make her feel weak or stupid for being scared sometimes, who is just going to nod along and talk to her like a person instead of a kid like, "no yeah I totally get it, listen I had this freaky nightmare last week where--"

Commiserating, bonding, mentorship, a mutual desire to throw bricks at shit in the junkyard when they've got a little bit of anger at the things that have been done to them to work out.

Yeah. That's all.

#robin buckley #erica sinclair #scoops troop #dot post #stranger things

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Moorland Research Notes

I usually let these sit in my drafts because they're kinda messy, but no one actually knows anything about moorland, including myself shortly before starting this deep dive. So I'm just going to post this in the hopes that it's useful in some way

This post is about moorland in the UK, I have not done any research into moorland in other places, and then I focused more specifically on lowland heath.

Feel free to use this information for anything you so desire, and check out the sources I put at the bottom of this list if you'd like to learn more. I really hope this helps out WindClan Fans in particular

I do plan to condense what I've learned and chosen into a "Welcome to BB!WindClan!" type post at some point, but this is a REALLY broad post on what moorland is.

What is moorland?

Moorland is a broad term that lumps together several completely unique biomes, most of which are partially or completely reliant on the management of human beings. They are defined by low-growing flora and acidic soils, which makes them difficult for non-specialist plants to grow in.

These can be sorted further into upland or lowland, dry or wet.

Because many types of moorland are dominated by heathers, they are also called heathlands. Though the terms Moor and Heath are sometimes used interchangeably (and this is where a lot of confusion comes from), usually, Moor refers to upland/wet, and Heath refers to lowland/dry.

I have to stress a that LOT of the confusion is coming from this. Heather will grow in both, and the terms get used interchangeably, but an upland/wet moor is FUNDAMENTALLY different from a lowland/dry heath, down to the very soil.

Most specialists will open up an explanation by defining how they're using the Moor/Heath distinction, and will stick to those terms, but just keep in mind that in casual language, ALL of these biomes get called moors, and places without any heather will get called heath.

They can also touch. There are locations where upland moor slopes into lowland heath, or upland heath kisses lowland moor, and there can be very special species that exist in the transitional space between these areas. This too is yuri.

It is not a prairie. It is not a savanna. Please for the love of god stop portraying moorland as prairies and savannas

lots of purple. why he ourple? heathers and purple moorgrass.

Common heather is also called ling, flowery bell heathers are sometimes called erica, and gorse can be called whin or furze

Maritime heath, dune heath, blanket bog, upland moor, transitional upland heath... these are all frequently lumped under the same term even though they are very different.

How are moorlands managed?

Above 700 meters of altitude and in harsh weather conditions, you get montane heath. Near coastlines, you can find maritime heath. These are the only two that are completely "natural" and require no human management.

In wet moors, the elements will beat the vegetation down into peat. Above the peat is turf, the top layer which grows the visible flora. Peat = below, Turf = above. Peat has historically been used as a fuel, and if that bottom layer catches fire, IT IS DISASTROUS.

Because of this, most upland moors (which are usually wet and PACKED with peat) are managed primarily through grazing. There are even breeds of sheep and cattle who have been specially bred to thrive in upland moors-- such as the iconic highland cow. (Though overgrazing can be a problem, too.)

Sheep are used to graze back the heather (sometimes called ling), and in good modern practice, goats are brought out along with the flock to eat pioneering shrubs and saplings. Pigs are also used to control bracken and combat ex-pine plantations with scattered needles, because of their ability to churn soil.

However, controlled burns are still done in some circumstances and when required (LIKE BEFORE A HEATWAVE). Because of the serious danger, it's considered inferior to good grazing management. It's done carefully, in controlled patches, both to not set the underlayer of peat on fire and to make sure there is differently-aged patches of flora in one area to support different species of animals.

If peat catches on fire, it will burn for days or weeks... and can even smoulder underground after you THINK it's been put out.

In DRY LOWland heath, proper burning is common. Gorse and heather grows strong, woody, and flammable, and the thin layer of peat below can combine to devastating results when a wildfire does eventually break out. Large swaths of dry heather and gorse is an ecological powderkeg, even if it was only growing on mineral soil.

Worse, the older heather gets, the woodier it becomes. Woody heather can cause high-temperature fires that absolutely devastates new growth, leading to a slower recovery and causing a controlled burn to become uncontrolled real fast.

Burns are typically conducted in winter, when it's cold, and grazing animals are deployed in summer.

Cutting is also important in lowland management, literally cutting out squares of turf to expose the ground. This is good for mason bees, specifically.

Moorland. Is. Flammable. Fire risk = HIGH.

If you do not manage the moorland, the moorland will manage YOU. with FIRE.

Do NOT set the peat layer on fire. Whatever you do, do NOT let the peat get set on fire. PEAT FIRE BAD.

The controlled burning of moorland is "swaling", or a "muirburn."

Pigs and goats have special abilities when used in grazing management

Pigs are a tactical nuke

Sheep will graze heather a lot harder than cattle, causing grassy "sward". They should be kept away from it in winter.

MOORLAND IS NOT GRASSLAND. Sward BAD.

Cattle will graze moorgrass a lot harder than sheep and bite back any sheep-induced sward, but trample the soil with their heavy hooves.

Bones tell me about the funny cat environments

Victoria Holmes (the original writer of Warrior Cats, for those who have just walked in, still in your bathrobe and perhaps comically eating some sort of breakfast bagel, on a cat giving a detailed ecological lecture to a bunch of other cats) has spoken about how she based the environment of the Forest Territories on New Forest, Hampshire UK.

[ID: New Forest's heathland on a misty morning. It's dominated by common heather with a few sparse trees, and a New Forest Pony grazing alone.]

That means that WindClan's moor was a lowland heath, characterized by sandy soils with excellent drainage. This is consistent with the thin layer of peat, deeper layers of sandy soil and clay (as encountered by tunnelers), and lush vegetation that's seen in DOTC and Tallstar's Revenge.

If that's not enough evidence, it's also described after its destruction in these terms;

New Forest boasts some of the widest swaths of well-managed lowland heath in the entire UK. It's been managed collectively for hundreds of years, and exists in tandem with bogs and old-growth forest for miles. The heath is just as important as the trees, here!

In TNP, the forest is tragically bulldozed to create suburbs. While they were at it, they also bulldozed the geography of Great Britain because, suddenly, there is a MOUNTAIN in Southeastern England; a region notoriously flatter than the Onceler's ass

So once the Clan cats get to the Lake territories, we could be dealing with a completely different biome. They might have gone from dry, lowland heath, to wet, upland moor.

However, descriptions of the new territory are scarce, to put it lightly. In spite of the Lake Territory being the setting for the past 20 years, WindClan's land is rarely shown. When we do get a glimpse of it, like in Crowfeather's Trial, we only get told about the presence of certain species such as gorse. Because of there being no tunneling, we don't know what's exactly below the surface, either.

Occasionally though we are made aware of the presence of "moorgrass" (possibly Molinia Caerulea) and the smell of peat, pointing towards it probably being upland moor. The bigger question is actually where all the sheep are? There should be a lot of sheep here, but instead, there only seems to be horses.

Aaaaand lastly before I close out on canon material, Lungwort.

Lungwort is a herb that becomes a plot device in A Vision of Shadows. ShadowClan becomes sick with a variant of greencough, and it is said that Lungwort would be its only cure. However, it "only grows in WindClan" and the leader, Onestar, has refused to let them have this medicine.

But lungwort doesn't grow on moorland. ESPECIALLY not wet, upland moor, which we might maybe possibly be dealing with now.

Lungwort is a FOREST plant, it needs the absolute opposite conditions of a moorland. It requires moist but well-drained ground, FERTILE soil, and full or partial shade. There's no way that WindClan has it and ShadowClan doesn't, OR its neighbor ThunderClan, in the WOODS, who Onestar has no power over.

It would also poison a cat but honestly 75% of the plants they use in canon would also do that, so, whatever.

What they SHOULD have gone for is great mullein which prefers full sun and well-drained soils, so it could feasibly be found best in some parts of WindClan, regardless of which sort of moor or heath primarily makes up their territory.

What sorts of plants are found in moorlands?

In moorlands, you'll find plants that can withstand poor soil quality and full sun. In upland moors, they also have to be hardy in frequent heavy rains and high winds. Because it has conditions that so few plants are able to handle, moorland is chock-full of specialists and unique species that aren't found anywhere else!

Historically, moorland could not be used for agriculture exactly because of this. With the invention of artificial fertilizers and introduction of (invasive) pines from America, moorland is under serious threat. Even if it's just next to a pine plantation, the trees will attempt to spread.

COMMON HEATHER, also called Ling, is the big bad boy associated with most moorland, and used for a bajillion different things. First of all, it was used in construction for thatching. Second of all, it can be used as a yellow dye, especially on wool. Third, honey made from heather pollen is as thick as jelly. It's found on all sorts of moorland, and is an extremely hardy species.

BELL HEATHER, sometimes called Erica, is more commonly associated with lowland heaths. It's one of the best flowers for pollinators in the entire world, and attracts tons of insects.

GORSE, also called Whin or Furze, smells overwhelmingly like coconut. It is also covered in wicked thorns. It's highly flammable and can burn ridiculously hot, making it excellent to collect as kindle.

PURPLE MOORGRASS is associated with upland moor, but will grow basically anywhere nothing else could. It's scary hardy, surviving in acidic soil down to a PH of 2 (THAT IS THE SAME LEVEL AS YOUR STOMACH JUICE), and can grow as tall as 4 feet (and even taller, apparently, next to its bestie girls heather and gorse).

In heath, tormentil, milkwort, and heath bedstraw are indicator herbs, and wavy hair-grass, bristle bent, and vernal grasses are found here and there.

PLEASE remember that moorland is not grassland. When grasses go from sparse to common, it's a very bad sign. It means the soil is losing its acidity, and converting into a different biome.

Bramble, bracken, nettles, perennial ryegrass, and broadleaf plantain are some of the species that can indicate that a heath is becoming a grassland. A few patches or examples are fine, but if they're eating into the gorse/heather/moorgrass, it's time to call in some management.

There's also the fascinating, parasitic plant called dodder. Dodder likes to twirl around heather before suffocating it to death. Cool plant! I don't know where else to mention dodder. I just think it's neat.

Threats to Moorland

I mentioned the problems in passing through this whole post, but to restate, these are some of the major problems that moorland faces.

AFFORESTATION: When trees are added.

[ID: A sitka spruce plantation on upland moor in Scotland, followed by a clip of Markiplier who condemns it in no uncertain terms.]

American pines, such as the douglas fir and sitka spruce don't belong here. These are commercial plantations and they exist to make money, but are touted as "eco friendly" because uneducated rubes think 1 Tree = 1 Ecology Point. They provide diddly or squat to native wildlife, destroy valuable moorland which can negatively impact carbon capture, and let fools pat themselves on the back for doing nothing but put government money into a logging company's pocket.

(there are also only 3 native conifers to Great Britain-- the scotch pine, the common juniper, and the yew. All others are introduced.)

But even worse than being a wooden blight, these are wooden blights that spread. If there's a plantation nearby, it WILL begin to encroach on the surrounding moorland, and the traditional sheep and cattle will not eat the saplings. GOATS are being added to herds in modern grazing management to combat this new problem.

The native birches (silver and downy) plus the scotch pine will also move in when moorland is not managed! They are pioneer species, which success the moor into secondary woodland.

OVERBURNING: When moorland is burned too much.

Even if you don't set the peat on fire and cause an even bigger problem, too much burning is bad for the biome as well. This is often done to serve hunters, who want to perpetually keep common heather in the youngest state possible to support grouse populations... and grouse populations alone.

Properly managed moorland will be burned in sections, NOT all at once, so that there's a healthy mix of plants in different ages to provide shelter and food to the animals that live in the environment. Too much burning will decimate the insect population, and prevent peat buildup.

("Hold on Elder Bones, why is peat good?" Carbon capture and soil acidity! It's super efficient at combating global warming, and peaty soils will prevent the moor from quickly succeeding into a grassland.)

NUTRIENT ENRICHMENT: De-acidifying the soil and making the soil welcoming to other species

Specifically from dog and horse droppings, but also from the addition of fertilizers. The biggest thing that can be a problem here is how conservationists try to balance public access to these spaces with the "recreation pressure" from having too many visitors.

SOURCES

I have had to do SO MUCH READING. OH my god, this was not easy research, please appreciate this big, beautiful list of resources I am giving to you

GREAT BRITISH LIFE: A really good intro to heathland (This article was written by Katie Piercy from the Cheshire Wildlife Trust)

WILDLIFE TRUST: Heathland and Moorland, Moorland, Lowland Heath, Cheshire Heath, Bell Heather, The Roaches

BUGLIFE: Upland heath as it relates to insect populations (website contains insect-centric guides to many unique UK biomes)

NEW FOREST: Heathland information and history

NATIONAL TRUST: Bickerton Hill and the Restoration Work

WIKIPEDIA: The Roaches, Yorkshire Dales, Heath, Moorland (listen kids, wikipedia is always a great place to start. Just make sure to double-check the claims you see there.)

COUNTRY LIFE: A flowery article that describes the North York Moors (this one's just really pleasant!)

AN ACTUAL LOWLAND HEATH ECOLOGIST: Dr. Sophie Lake's Presentation for the NPMS (This is the most detailed and proper source on this list, if you want to learn some serious info, PLEASE check this one out)

#Moorland #Lowland Heath #WindClan #hello everyone I hyperfixated on this for 12 hours straight

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TWST characters in 2023 Yumejoshi Poll results (Fellow Honest dominates)

For those unaware, Yumejoshi is the term for self shipping with canon characters. Every year, it seems note.com does a poll where Yumejoshi Japanese women vote for their favorite characters that year.

Out of the 100 available slots on the list, 7 TWST characters made it. To summarize this year's results compared to previous: Trey Clover stays winning (he and Idia are the only ones to make the list every year—apparently Japanese women love how normal Trey is), Fellow Honest has pickpocketed the hearts of every TWST fan, Malleus has overblotted his way back onto the list, and Azul & the Tweels have fallen from grace?!

(Keep scrolling if you'd like to read the official commentary accompanying each character.)

2023 TWST characters rankings:

#39 Fellow Honest #41 Ace Trappola #44 Trey Clover #50 Rollo Flamme #57 Leona Kingscholar #76 Idia Shroud #89 Malleus Draconia 2023 article link

Previous years for comparison:

2022: #49 Azul Ashengrotto #52 Trey Clover #69 Rollo Flamme #70 Jade Leech #71 Idia Shroud #74 Ruggie Bucchi #75 Floyd Leech #96 Jack Howl 2022 article link

2021: #12 Azul Ashengrotto #14 Trey Clover #15 Floyd Leech #25 Jade Leech #39 Ace Trappola #41 Leona Kingscholar #43 Jamil Viper #44 Idia Shroud #60 Ruggie Bucchi #76 Deuce Spade #92 Jack Howl 2021 article link

2020 (TWST's Launch Year): #8 Azul Ashengrotto #9 Leona Kingscholar #10 Floyd Leech #12 Jade Leech #17 Trey Clover #19 Jamil Viper #24 Malleus Draconia #35 Ace Trappola #38 Deuce Spade #42 Idia Shroud #71 Jack Howl #99 Riddle Rosehearts #100 Rook Hunt 2020 article link

Each character on the list is accompanied by some commentary from their voters. I do not speak Japanese and I'm using a translator, so please take this with a grain of salt.

Fellow Honest:

"In 2023, when I thought things were going to end peacefully, a cute and cuddly guy suddenly appeared. I want to make him happy." [Playful Land Spoilers] "He is the most popular character in TWST today. He played the role of a villain who opposed the protagonist's side in this year's Halloween event, and after successfully defeating the entire protagonist's side, he lost his temper with his shitty boss, made a truce with the protagonist's side, and happily destroyed his own workplace with the protagonists and disappeared. Thanks to this, many Tweets were posted praising him for 'doing what no one else could do.' We are waiting with baited breath for next year's implementation!" "Honest John is my favorite Disney character, and when he was materialized into TWST, he became handsome and sultry. When I found out he was voiced by Sugita, I already knew I liked him. I will feed you. (Erica's translation note: lol)"

Ace:

"He is a typical high school boy who is smart and intelligent but still immature. He can get too carried away and he can be slow, but he is a kind boy with a good eye for those around him and a good head on his shoulders. There is only room for growth. When talking about love, he may have fights with the person he loves, but he has the manliness to apologize." [His second quote is too complex for me to properly translate]

Trey:

"Is there a normal man like you?" "What a normal guy like you!!!!" "If there is a normal guy like you in the championship, I think he should be inducted into the Hall of Fame."

Rollo:

"'Can you hear the bell?' I can. The sound of wedding bells..." "Even though you're not an NRC student, you're the No. 1 king of sexual deviancy. You're a clean freak, you're a nervous person, and you decide exactly what you're having for lunch every day, but you know that if you don't make a decision, you'll be driven by desire. He's already the best when it comes to his voice actor, Hiroshi Kamiya, and last year's Glorious Masquerade showed a glimpse of how he can drive Yumijoshi girls crazy! This year, we went crazy for his SSR card and personal story! Rollo, you fell into a swamp that you can never get out of! I like the way he puts a handkerchief to his mouth and the way he taps his fingers when he crosses his arms in the Live2D portrait, his nervousness is brought to the forefront, and I like that. It's really interesting to see how nervous the NRC students are, or rather how Rolo's pace is disturbed. I never get tired of watching it. Both The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Judge Frollo, which are the original homages, are full of charm, so I want everyone who loves Rollo to see them!!"

Leona:

"You may not be the king of your country, but you are my king. I will make you happy, I will show you, just wait and see" (Erica's translation note: relatable af) [I have no idea what they're trying to say here so I can't translate it. Something about a swamp??] "The way he looks like an easy-going, self-satisfied guy and is all sulky, is honestly a swamp." (Erica's translation note: Swamp obviously means something to these Japanese women and I'm just not in on it. Comment if you know lol) "Contrary to his appearance, he is more of a gentleman than I imagined."

Idia:

"I'm seriously in love with him, I want him to be spoiled to the limit." "I've been shipping with him for four years now, and my love for him grows each year. He is endlessly loving, wise, and clumsy. He has a bad mouth and attitude, but the only time Mr. Idia gets angry is when someone he cares about does something that makes him sad. He tends to just complain and go through with his attacks on himself, so I will be angry with him instead. I love you! The big Yumejoshi news this year was that I got to meet Idia's parents. His mom is too cute..." "He showed me in front of everyone the kind of man he is when he wants to do something, and I felt both proud and wanting to have him all to myself forever. But, I also like his no-good side. ♡ Keep up the good work, handsome ♡"

Malleus:

"His age has been kept under wraps until now, but it was finally revealed that he is 178 years old. A dragon is said to be a chick at 200, a youngster at 500, and a full-fledged man at 1,000 (according to Lilia). In other words, at 178 years old, he is a baby (an exaggeration). He made a friend at school, and that friend is me, the prefect. I will love him forever, won't I? It seems he wants me to sleep sleep for the rest of my life, though. He said something like, 'If you give yourself over to sleep, a thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye,' but he is only 178 years old. He's cute." "I couldn't help but wonder if he was lonely after learning about his past." "A big wall has been built between Tsunotaro and I since chapter 7 started, but I'm okay with it. After everything is over, Malleus and I will eat ice cream together in Ramshackle dorm."

#twisted wonderland #twst #Fellow Honest #Ace Trappola #Trey Clover #Rollo Flamme #Leona Kingscholar #Idia Shroud #Malleus Draconia #twst yume

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Bro, the noise I just made. I literally cannot stand the fanon for Stiles or Derek. It is so so soooo bad, I think these people literally have only seen the 2 hour sterek compilation. Every day I am like "who fucking told you people that Derek never smiles and has no sense of humor?"

Stiles gets turned into this big eyed, kitten twink who wouldn't dare to misbehave because he's the sheriff's son (the kid who gets drunk in the WOODS, and gets his dad drunk so he can steal casefiles!!)

Derek like... He is either completely useless and cannot dress himself for a date without fanon!Laura (do not get me started) telling him what to do, or he is so emotionally repressed and damage that he can barely handle someone kissing him without him falling to pieces.

LIKE. Derek smiles. Derek makes jokes!! Derek laughed at Stiles right before the pool scene. Derek knows how to use a cellphone and a laptop. Derek is a goddamn millenial, he knows what grumpy cat is. He knows he's hot, he has a mirror!!

Also... the man lived in New York fucking City. He's not afraid of crowds or talking to people or making out, he uses sex to get his way (Erica and the deputy at the front desk!!)

i know.

like, there's a period of fics that are usually from the s1-2 period that lean pretty hard on derek's dark, brooding and grumpiness from season 1 but of course he was like that. he was going through The Horrors during season 1. he was grieving laura, he was being retraumatized by kate and dealing with scott, stiles and fucking jackson.

he wasn't one dimensional though. his anger was a mask for all the fear, confusion and trying to be in control.

do you know how many fics i've read where people have stiles think about all the apparent physical violence derek has done to stiles as if he's always slamming him into surfaces? way too many to count and it's incorrect. off the top of my head i can count 3 times derek did something like that to stiles. the shove into the wall and slam into the steering wheel in wolf's bane both of which had a point to them. whether or not it was a good emotional response doesn't matter. what matters is that they were not random or part of derek's personality. he didn't just shove stiles into things every time he saw him. the wall shove in s4 with de-aged derek was a deliberate call back to that very instance in wolf's bane. it was literally coupled with the whole cousin miguel bit.

fandom doesn't like to acknowledge that derek hale isn't particularly violent over the course of the show. he hardly even wins the fights he engages in and he is often forced into fights knowing he cannot win.

our boy mostly ends up on the fucking floor.

derek also does make jokes. dry ones usually he thinks they are hilarious too. he thinks he's a funny guy. his dad joke game must've been off the charts, sorry eli.

he and stiles trade barbs a lot and he thinks stiles is funny. stiles amuses him and he indulges it a few times. he shows off to stiles too like a loser.

he likes to fuck with scott and stiles and enjoys taking the piss out of peter. he genuinely enjoyed fucking with liam in s4.

he's not a luddite either. he has a cellphone and we see him use it. i bet he plays games on it. i bet he plays candy crush and words with friends.

and fanon evolved to strip away that stiles is an asshole. he a violent little freak. he threatens people, he expresses regularly his desire to kill people or have them die, he cares about a very small selection of people in his life and if you're not in that circle than god be with your ass because stiles most definitely won't.

he loves and respects his father but this doesn't mean stiles respects the law which is why i don't know why the law enforcement route was chosen for him. stiles hates rules and boundaries. he chafes at them.

stiles casually helps kira and scott break into evidence to get her cell phone. he tells scott's fbi agent father to fuck himself. he got his dad drunk to get access to case files. he copies people's keys. he's a nosy shit.

the whole show started because stiles was a nosy punk kid who wanted to see a dead body.

but i digress.

fanon stiles had a lot of scott's characteristics projected onto him so they could bash scott. i know there's a lot of people who don't like scott which is fine or whatever but there are so many that do it so they can make a pinata out of a character they've extracted all the good points from and give to their favorite little white boy fav.

stiles "i will beat you with a bat" stilinski is a freaky little shit who will bite you.

do you know how hard i laughed when in s3 stiles and isaac genuinely just like could not stand each other? they couldn't be in the same room with out insulting one another and it was the complete opposite of stiles being oh so sensitive to isaac's past and history than straight up in 3b stiles the epitome of insensitive says to isaac something about still milking it (his abuse). stiles is a dick.

i also genuinely have umbrage with the pack mom trope that stiles gets saddled with. the way fandom has oft feminized stiles leaves a bad taste in my mouth too.

derek and stiles are both assholes and i love them very much.

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf #sterek #derek hale

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The Perks of Loving a Wallflower

Erica Ridley

As a master of disguise, Thomasina Wynchester can be a polite young lady--or a bawdy old man. She'll do whatever it takes to solve the cases her family takes on. But when Tommy's beautiful new client turns out to be the highborn lady she's secretly smitten with, more than her mission is at stake . . . Bluestocking Miss Philippa York doesn't believe in love. Her heart didn't pitter-patter when she was betrothed to a duke, nor did it break when he married someone else. All Philippa desires is to decode a centuries-old manuscript to keep a modern-day villain from claiming credit for work that wasn't his. She hates that she needs a man's help to do it--so she's delighted to discover the clever, charming baron at her side is in fact a woman. But as she and Tommy grow closer and the stakes of their discovery higher, more than just their hearts are at risk.

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vickiee-mcmuffin · 10 months

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Secret desires

Summary: You and Stephen have been sneaking around for just over a month. One day, you have a close call when someone knocks on the door to Stephen's room when you and Stephen are doing certain activities.

Word count: 3.1k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Age gap, Daddy kink (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Hope you like this other idea I thought of. Thank you @strangelockd for helping me with ideas for this fic.

You and Stephen have been sneaking around for just over a month now. The first time you hooked up was when Stephen was a little mad at you and wanted to talk to you in private in his office at the Sanctum. He had told you how he noticed you weren’t doing well in your training classes, treating it more like a joke than a serious lesson.

You had then decided to tease Stephen, asking him if he was going to punish you for not doing well. Stephen scoffed at you, warning you to not wind him up, but you sent him a little smirk before moving closer to him. You eyed him intensely before you told him that bad girls like you should be punished by their teachers for not behaving.

Stephen stared at you with dark eyes, asking you if that’s what you really wanted, and you nodded quickly. You told him how you were so desperate for him, and thoughts of him fucking you had plagued your mind for weeks. Stephen confessed to you that he felt the same way about you too, but he was quick to tell you that they shouldn’t do this as teachers and their students are not supposed to have any type of physical relationship and he was much older than you.

You rolled your eyes at him and moved closer, your chest now touching his as you stood on your tiptoes. You whispered into Stephen’s ear, telling him you weren’t worried about the age gap and that no one had to know if they kept it quiet.

It seemed those words were all Stephen needed to hear, because before you could even process it, Stephen had you bent over his desk. He had pulled off your clothes before quickly moving onto his own, and that day, he fucked you hard and fast, calling you a good girl as you took his cock and screamed out his name. You had cum hard around his cock two times, your legs feeling like jelly as he chased his own release with a deep groan.

Ever since that day, it became a regular thing for you and Stephen to hook up. He would come up to you after your training lessons and make up an excuse that he needed to talk to you back at the Sanctum. But you never went back there to talk, you always went back there and ended up in Stephen’s bed as he fucked you good and hard.

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It was a new day and you had just finished up with another exhausting training class. It was break time and you had gone off to hang out with your two good friends, Erica and Skylar. You were just chatting about how exhausting these classes could be, and all the new spells you had learned recently. But your conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.

You all turned around at the same time, coming face to face with Stephen. You smiled at him instantly when you saw it was him, because you knew why he was here.

“Sorry to disturb you ladies,” Stephen apologised.

“It’s okay, Master Strange,” you told him. It was Master Strange right now, not Stephen. You could only call him that in private.

Stephen then stared at you, focusing all his attention on you, and you only. He looked you up and down before he spoke up again. “Y/N, I need to talk to you in private. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure. No problem at all.” You then began to walk away with Stephen, but you quickly sent your friends a wave. “I won’t be long,” you shouted out to them, knowing that was far from the truth. When you were alone with Stephen, he liked to have you for as long as he could.

You followed Stephen until you made it to an area where no one could see you. He quickly opened up a portal to his bedroom, the both of you stepping through it before he closed it behind him. As soon as he turned around to face you, you moved. You stood on your tiptoes and slammed your lips against his, your arms wrapped around his back as you kissed him hard and fast.

Stephen kissed you back quickly as his hands landed on your ass, squeezing at your cheeks. You whined into his mouth, your arousal growing as you stood there kissing in the middle of his room.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. Been thinking about you all day,” Stephen whispered against your lips. He then grabbed one of your hands and placed it over his crotch and you gasped when you felt how hard he was for you. “Been hard for you since your training lesson. I saw you keep bending over when I was looking. So I could get a nice view of your ass.”

You looked at him and smiled. “You know how much I like to tease you, Stephen.”

“Oh, I know. And for that, you deserve to be taught a lesson.”

Stephen was quick to pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he moved towards his bed. He then laid you down against the mattress before he caged you in with his large frame. His lips met yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss.

You laid there kissing for a good five minutes until Stephen pulled away, a smirk on his face as he sent you a little wink. Stephen then moved, and you bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him slowly make his way down your body.

Stephen stopped when he got to the waistband of your trousers, hooking his fingers under the elastic to pull them down your legs. Your panties followed soon after, both sets of materials thrown to the floor.

He then stared at your bare, wet pussy with lust-filled eyes before he stuck his tongue out, dragging it through your folds, stopping when he got to your clit. He then began to lick at your clit with kitten licks, and the feeling had you arching your back as you let out cries of pleasure.

You reached out, grabbing a fistful of Stephen's hair as you felt the pleasure build up between your legs. He kept licking at your clit, the hairs from his goatee tickling at your flesh just added to the pleasure you were already feeling.

You let out a moan when you felt Stephen insert two of his fingers into your pussy, an obscene squelching sound filling the room as he pushed them into your heat. He then began to pump his fingers into you with slow movements while he still paid attention to your clit, licking and sucking at the sensitive bud.

You looked down at him with half-opened eyes, only to find him staring back at you with dark eyes. You felt him smirk against your pussy when you locked eyes with his, his fingers still pumping in and out of your wet pussy.

“Fuck, Stephen. Feels so good,” you whined as you continued to watch him.

Stephen just hummed in response, the sound sending delicious vibrations up and down your body. You arched your back as you felt your orgasm blossoming, Stephen was pumping his fingers into you at a much faster pace now as he continued to lick and suck at your swollen clit.

“Stephen, I’m going to cum,” you cried out, your orgasm just seconds away.

Your words seemed to trigger something inside Stephen because he pumped his fingers into you as fast as he possibly could. He moved his mouth away from your pussy to meet your lips for a kiss, and you kissed him back quickly, moaning into his mouth as his fingers hit your sweet spot deep inside of your pussy.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” Stephen cooed. “I wanna feel you cum all over my fingers.”

You whined as you felt your pussy clenching around his fingers. You were close. So close. All it took were a few more pumps of his fingers to make you hit your peak. You moaned loudly as you felt yourself cum all over his fingers, coating him with all your juices as your hand reached out to grip at his bicep.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Stephen praised as he continued pumping his fingers into you, dragging out your orgasm.

Once your orgasm had faded, Stephen pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss of them inside of you. Stephen kissed you again and you kissed him back before moving one of your hands, rubbing it over his covered length. Stephen groaned against your lips, the sound deep and loud.

You kissed him again before you squeezed at his length. “Let me make you feel good now,” you whispered against his lips.

“Okay,” Stephen smiled. He rolled off of you and laid there on his back, watching as you moved to pull down his trousers.

You threw them to the floor before moving on to his top clothing, removing all the layers so he was left there in just his briefs. You then pulled off your top and bra, leaving you completely bare for Stephen to see.

You then climbed into his lap, straddling him before leaning down to meet his lips for another rough and passionate kiss. You then moved, resting your hands against his chest to balance yourself as you rocked your hips, rubbing your wet pussy against his covered erection. The action had Stephen hissing through his teeth, his hands landing on your hips.

You moved again, rocking your pussy against him as a whine left your mouth at the feeling. You then picked up the pace, rocking your hips at a much faster pace, and you felt Stephen’s fingers dig into your flesh as you rubbed your bare pussy against him.

“Fuck, baby. Feels so good, but I wanna be inside of you. Please!” Stephen begged and hearing him beg for you had you whining as you leaned down and kissed him.

“Beg again, Stephen. I like hearing you beg,” you whispered against his lips.

“P-please, baby. I-I just really wanna feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. Please!”

You kissed him again before rocking your hips once more, making Stephen groan against your lips. You loved having a man who would usually be cocky and arrogant become so needy and beg for you to fuck him.

You then moved, pulling down Stephen’s briefs before you straddled him again. You reached behind you, grabbing Stephen’s cock as you pumped him a few times, feeling the precum leaking from his swollen tip. You lifted yourself up to position the tip of his cock at your entrance before you sank down onto him. You heard Stephen let out a deep moan, and the sound had you clenching around him as you took every single inch of his cock.

Once he was in balls deep, you gave yourself a minute to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you before you moved. You rocked your hips against Stephen as his big hands landed on your hips once more, his fingers digging into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Stephen groaned from underneath you.

His words made you moan, your lips parting to let out the filthy noise. It spurred you on and you moved your hands to grip Stephen’s shoulders tight as you began to bounce on his length. With each movement you picked up the pace, moving faster and harder, needing to feel Stephen’s cock plunged deep inside of you so badly.

“Oh, Stephen,” you said with a moan. You were riding his cock with every bit of energy you had. You were getting lost in the pure pleasure, bouncing on his cock so desperately. Your tits were moving in his face, your nipples so hard as arousal took over your body. Your pussy felt so wet, your walls wrapped around Stephen’s length tightly.

But then you felt Stephen grabbing at your hips that little bit tighter and harder. And that was when he started to fuck up into you. He moved his cock into you hard and fast and you found yourself moaning wildly right there in his lap.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried. “Keep fucking me like that!”

Stephen did, the obscene sound of his cock plunging into your wet heat filled the room. He just kept pounding into you over and over again, and you leaned down to meet his lips for a kiss. Stephen kissed you back and just as he pulled away, there was a sudden knock on the door.

You instantly panicked, and Stephen stopped thrusting up into you as he signaled for you to be quiet. You nodded, sitting there on his lap with his cock still buried deep inside of you as Stephen called out to the person on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?”

“Sorry to disturb you, Master Strange,” a voice said from the other side of the wood, and you instantly recognised whose voice it was. It was your friend, Erica.

“What is it?” Stephen asked.

“I was just wondering if there was a book I could find in the library that explains today's spells. I just want to learn more about it, you know.”

Before Stephen could even answer, you rocked your hips against him, the word “fuck” leaving his mouth as you moved.

“Master Strange, is everything okay?” Erica asked. She sounded a little concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Stephen told Erica as he gripped your hips tightly, stopping you. He shot you a look. A look that you knew was a warning to not do that again. He then turned his attention back to Erica. “There is a book. The best person to ask is Wong, not me.”

“But I couldn’t find, Wong. That’s why I came to ask you,” Erica explained.

You heard Stephen sigh, you could tell he was getting annoyed and wanted her to just leave already so you could get back to what you were doing. “I’m busy right now. Go and find someone else.”

You heard Erica let out an annoyed sigh. “Fine, I will. Thanks for the help,” she said sarcastically before you heard the sound of her footsteps fading away.

You both sighed in relief, and you were about to go back to bouncing on Stephen’s length, but he grabbed you tightly, flipping you over so you had your back against the mattress and he was above you.

“You naughty girl,” Stephen said. “Doing that while your friend was right there outside the door. What if she caught us?”

“Maybe I wanted her to,” you smiled up at him.

“Fuck, is that what you want, huh? Want her to know that you are mine? Want her to know that I fuck you good?”

“Yes,” you whined as Stephen buried his head in your neck, sucking at your skin there.

Stephen then moved, lining himself back up with your entrance before he slid his cock back into you. He let out a deep and loud groan as he held your hips tightly and fucked you, your tits moving as he took you.

You couldn’t believe how fast he was moving. You screamed out loudly when the tip of Stephen’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside of you. You could feel yourself clenching around Stephen’s cock. Stephen seemed to like that, because he looked down at you and just groaned again.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he let out.

“Stephen!” you cried out.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Your cock feels so fucking good.”

After those words left your mouth, he picked up the pace some more and began to just pound into you. Your mind was a mess. Everything felt fuzzy. You couldn’t even think straight.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, Daddy!” you screamed out as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot.

Stephen met your lips for a rough kiss as he kept on with his punishing pace. He always fucked you good and hard, leaving you a satisfied mess every time.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered against his lips.

“Not gonna stop,” Stephen promised.

He then gave you a deep, hard thrust. It was so deep you could have sworn you could feel him right inside your stomach. You let out a choked gasp as you felt your orgasm blossoming. The sensation built up more and more, the delicious heat growing right between your thighs as Stephen pumped his cock into you.

“Fuck, Stephen. You’re going to make me cum,” you told him and that spurred him on.

He fucked you with every little bit of energy he had, fucking you so fast you began to slide up his bed. You wrapped your arms around his back, gripping him harshly as he pounded into you.

“Say my name,” Stephen demanded.

“Oh, Stephen!” you let out.

“That’s the wrong answer,” he snapped, still fucking you hard. “Say my name!”

“Fuck, Daddy,” you finally managed to say.

He gave you one final deep, hard thrust before you let out a cry. Your orgasm hit you, your legs shaking and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you drenched his cock with all of your juices.

Stephen groaned, fucking you right through your orgasm before he suddenly pulled out. He got on his knees and aimed his cock right at your stomach. He pumped his length a few times before spilling his seed right across your skin, a filthy moan leaving his lips. He didn’t stop playing with his cock until he had shot out every last drop, your stomach covered in his cum.

Once he was done, he fell to the bed, the both of you totally and utterly exhausted from your wild love-making session.

“Are you okay?” Stephen asked once he got his breathing back on track.

You looked at him and sent him a smile. “I’m okay.”

Stephen smiled back before he got out of bed and disappeared into another room. He returned shortly after with a washcloth in hand, and he cleaned you up gingerly before tossing the cloth to the floor.

He then got back into bed, and you quickly moved to cuddle up to him. You felt one of his strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You laid there in silence, your fingers trailing along the hairs of his happy trail.

“I think we should get back to Kamar Taj,” Stephen said, breaking the silence. “Before someone starts getting suspicious about where we both are.”

You sent Stephen a nod before you both shared one final kiss. You both got out of bed and put on your clothes before Stephen opened a portal back to Kamar Taj. The both of you walked through it and went your separate ways, acting like nothing just happened between the two of you.

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