#And somehow finds out his dad was here and neither of them knew

[probablyaseamonster]

so... we all get the father vibes from Pentious, right? It's not just me?

Theres the "son?" Joke in the pilot which sounded a liiiittle too sincere, there's how he acts around his egg bois... and how that cringefail energy of his could easily be translated into embarrassing dad behavior...

So anyway what I'm saying is I still think Baxter could be his missing son-

[hairstevington]

Daily Drabble, 10/11/23

Prompt: "different first meeting"

(Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Steve wakes up on his graduation day and he isn't happy about it. Then, he wakes up on his graduation day again, and again, and again....

WC: 2K

Warnings: Time loop, Steve is a Sad Boi, drinking/smoking

A/N: This is far too long to be considered a drabble but I just had to write it once I thought of it. Inspired by a post @spoookysix made that I will link here.

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Steve woke up on the day of his high school graduation and was already over it.

He’d lost Nancy. He didn’t get into any colleges. Sure, he and Dustin had gotten closer, but it’s not like it made him feel cool to be hanging out with a 13 year old.  He’d stopped hanging out with most of his friends - which he knew was a good thing, but it did mean he was alone a lot of the time, and that was something he wasn’t used to. Girls still liked him, but he was nowhere near top dog anymore. 

Whatever. It was time to graduate and say goodbye to Hawkins High forever. 

He got dressed. Listened to his parents somehow talk about how they were both proud and disappointed in him. Drove to school. Waited in line. Sat in the seats. Listened to the speeches. Walked the stage. Went to a party. Got drunk. There was a sadness to all of it. An emptiness. A loss.

He woke up the next day to a pounding on his door.

“Are you almost ready?” his dad called. “You’re supposed to be at the school in twenty minutes, son.”

Steve looked at the clock, confused, and although he didn’t understand why he had to get up, he did so. He was still half asleep when he put a shirt on and headed downstairs, only to find his parents waiting for him, in the same outfits they’d been wearing the day before.

“Please tell me you won’t be wearing that, honey,” his mom warned through thin lips. 

“Well, if it will be covered by the robe…” his father noted, checking his watch. 

Steve stared at them, confused. He figured it had to have been a dream of sorts, so he just…went along with it. Put on his graduation outfit. Went through the motions of driving to school, waiting in line, sitting in the auditorium. He didn’t go to the party this time - instead, he just went home.

Then, he woke up again. Got dressed. Freaked out when his parents gave him the same speech about the responsibilities of adulthood. Drove to school. Tried to tell someone what was going on, but sounded even crazier. Went to the party. Got drunk. Got so drunk that he passed out somewhere (he was pretty sure he ended up in a bush).

He woke up again in his bed, and that’s when he realized what was going on. 

Oh, shit.

It felt incredibly emasculating to go to a thirteen year old boy for a problem like this, but Steve wasn’t sure who else to turn to.

“Steve!” Dustin said when he opened his front door. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it graduation day?” Steve groaned.

“Dude, that’s the problem,” he explained. “I’ve graduated three times already.”

And so, he told Dustin what was going on, and thankfully, the dipshit believed him. Dustin said that Steve must have been caught in something called a “time loop,” whatever that meant, and theorized that Steve had to learn something or do something a certain way to break out of it.

“So, what do I have to learn or do?” he asked, frantically. Dustin shrugged.

“I dunno. You’ll have to figure that part out.”

Steve sighed. This was a total nightmare.

He lived the loop a few more times. His first attempt and breaking from it was trying to be a  better person - righting his wrongs, basically. He brought people coffee. He gave money to someone asking for it on the street. He cheered at every single name called.

When that didn’t work, he tried to right specific wrongs. He stood up to his parents. He apologized to Jonathan. He had a heart to heart with Nancy. These were huge conversations he’d put off for far too long, and they neither made him feel better nor broke him from the stupid time loop.

So then, he just started having fun with it. He danced across the stage when he got his diploma. He talked to different people at the party every night and listened to their stories. When all the pressure was off him of any consequences, that’s when he started to finally feel less stressed about his situation.

There was only one person left at the party he hadn’t really talked to - this guy everyone called the school Freak - Eddie Munson, who was always somewhere in the background waiting to be summoned for drug deals. Steve found Eddie to be abrasive and a bit intimidating. He figured they’d hate each other, so he never tried to talk to him. 

But this was a time loop, so why the hell not?

“Hey,” Steve said, leaning against the wall where Eddie was. Eddie broke from people-watching as he’d been doing to stare at Steve in confusion.

“Uh…hi??” he responded. Steve laughed.

“I don’t think we’ve officially met. I’m -”

“King Steve, yeah I know who you are,” Eddie replied. Steve raised his eyebrows, then shrugged.

“Not so much a King anymore, but yeah,” he said. “I didn’t see you at graduation today.”

“That’s because I didn’t graduate.”

Steve didn’t understand at first. He thought that he’d had Eddie’s grade level wrong or something, but no. He was pretty sure Eddie had already repeated senior year once, which meant - 

Oh. Oh, shit.

“That blows,” Steve told him. Eddie shrugged.

“Yeah,” he said. “Today is kinda shit.”

“Tell me about it.”

The boys both continued leaning with their backs to the wall and watched everybody else. They were all so…happy and free. 

“What do you have to complain about, Harrington?” Eddie asked, a slight annoyance to his voice. “And why are you over here with me, anyway? You should be with them. That’s where you belong.” Steve shook his head. 

“Nah, I don’t belong there,” he said. “Honestly, I have no idea where I fit in anymore.”

There was another silence as they both wondered where to take the conversation from there. Eventually, Steve left the party and went home, only to wake up in bed again.

He skipped graduation this time and drove to Indianapolis instead. His parents would give him hell, but only if for whatever reason his decision broke the loop.

It didn’t. He woke up in bed, as usual. 

He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he found himself driving to Eddie’s trailer. He knew where he lived - everyone knew he was at the trailer park - and it wasn’t hard to find his specific trailer thanks to the beat up van parked in front of it.

Steve knocked on the door. Eddie opened it a minute later, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Uhh…hi?” Eddie said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Steve smirked at the way his greeting hadn’t changed. “Why aren’t you at graduation?”

“Why aren’t you?” he shot back. It was a risky joke, but it paid off. Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, touché. Come in I guess.” Steve followed Eddie into the trailer. It looked exactly how he’d expected it to look. Tommy had described the place a few times after he’d bought weed from Eddie. “So, can I interest you in any drugs, my liege?”

“I told you, I’m not -” Steve stopped himself, realizing that Eddie wouldn’t have remembered that conversation. Eddie waited with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think I’m above you or anything, honest to God. At least, not anymore.”

“What changed?” Eddie asked. Steve shrugged.

“Everything.”

It was still slightly awkward between them. It felt almost as if something was being left unsaid. Like Steve was forgetting something, or that Eddie had a secret, too. But he was too out of it to care, really. Steve bought some weed and headed out. 

He then proceeded to go to the quarry and smoke all of it. He was still incredibly stoned by the time he passed out. Waking up in his bed was the most sobering feeling he’d ever experienced.

This time, he didn’t go to graduation, but he still went to the party. And he got drunk - VERY drunk. 

When he woke up, his memories from the night before were fuzzy. He was pretty sure he kissed someone. He also was pretty sure he spilled his guts - metaphorically and literally - but he couldn’t for the life of him remember anything else.

He checked the clock. Good thing none of his actions had any long term consequences, right?

He wasn’t sure why, but this loop he decided to play along. He was a good son. He wore the shirt his mother bought him and he still cheered for every name. 

Then, they got to the H’s. Tommy was grinning as he always did, eager to graduate. He’d still remained both popular and an asshole. He also happened to be right before Steve’s name in the alphabet.

That was another messed up thing about graduation. The order of it all - Hagan, Hargrove, Harrington. Steve had to hear people screaming their heads off over his enemies, and then hear the excitement die down for his own name. 

“Steve Harrington.”

Steve heard the clapping and froze. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t walk the stage.

Then, the clapping was replaced with sounds of confusion. Then laughter. None of which had ever happened before. Steve looked up to find that someone had climbed onto the stage and was now being chased around by faculty. 

Someone with long brown curly hair and tattoos.

Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. Eddie had completely disrupted the ceremony, and now everything was out of control. Students were being rushed off the stage and back to their seats. Eddie was screaming curses and hailing Satan. And then, suddenly, he was making his way toward Steve. His eyes widened as Eddie grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him out of the auditorium. 

“Dude, what the - what the hell? How did you -? Why-?”

“They’re gaining on us, come on!” Eddie replied, encouraging Steve to run faster. Steve stripped off his robe and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, and then the weirdest thing happened.

He started laughing. He felt free.

He ran with Eddie all the way to the beat-up van parked in the lot, and then he found himself climbing into the passenger seat and cheering when Eddie sped away. 

Steve smiled as he caught his breath, then looked to see Eddie looking exactly the same.

“Eddie, what are you -”

“I’ve been reliving this goddamn shitstorm day for god knows how long,” Eddie confessed. “Do you know how shitty it feels to have to wake up every morning and know that all your friends are graduating without you? Of course you don’t, because you actually graduated. But, you do know how it feels to wake up every day and feel shitty that your life sucks, so…”

“Wait, what?!” Steve responded, aghast. “How did you know that?” Eddie clicked his tongue to his teeth.

“You don’t remember much from last night, huh?” he asked, still driving down the road. “Or, this night I guess.”

Steve thought about it, and like a vision it all came back to him. He was drunk, he stumbled over to Eddie, and he told him - he told him - 

Oh, shit. Steve told Eddie everything. Like, down to the Nancy stuff and the parents stuff and of course the time loop stuff. He might have even let the Upside Down shit slip too. Steve shook his head, still processing all of it.

“So you’re telling me that -”

“I’m stuck in the time loop with you, Big Boy,” Eddie said. “So, I say we have some fun with it.”

It took Steve about five seconds to relax into the idea, but once he did, he was down completely.

“Yeah, okay,” he said. “What do you have in mind?”

Eddie grinned, then floored it until they were speeding through the town that Steve had come to hate. 

Steve fumbled with the hem of his shirt when it occurred to him that he still suspected he’d kissed someone at the party, and he was pretty certain he knew who it was.

He would have asked about it, but he decided to save it for later.

He and Eddie had all day together. They’d get to it eventually.

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[kierancaz]

Crowley Having To Be A Dad For Once (Crowley Comforting Yuu)

I don’t know what this is, I was just really bored and it happened so if it sucks I’m sorry. I used they/them and she/her pronouns throughout the whole things, idk neither sounded right if I used just one set of pronouns so I just used both T_T.

Also yah ik Crowley is ooc bc he’s basically a deadbeat uncle but this is MY fic and I’m a SUCKER for parental Crowley and the idea of him not really being good at it at first but as he grows to care about Yuu more he becomes more willing to try and be a good parent for them.

No trigger warnings, ig this is fluff? Uh probably not very good but it’s ok I still hope u like it. Oh and this takes place at the end of Book 6, also reader is referred to as Yuu.

It was finally over. Everything was finally ok. Grim was back with Yuu, all of the people who had been brought to Styx were back in their dorms, a little banged up, but safe. Yuu was finally home with the people they considered their family.

Crewel, Trein, and the others had given them a major scolding when they got back. Being sure to pull Yuu aside into the headmasters office to yell that them specifically, but Yuu couldn’t find it to be mad or even upset with their scolding. Yuu couldn’t be upset when she felt cared for again. The only one missing from that meeting was Crowley, but Trein as assured that he would be back soon. Which brings us to where they are now.

Grim was in Pomfiore sleeping soundly, but Yuu was standing in the wreckage of Ramshackle. Staring the remains of their only home here in the face. She knew it was bad, the remembered it all from the Chirons attack, but somehow seeing everything destroyed after the dust had finally cleared after the whole situation made reality hit that much harder. She took a deep stepping through the door looking around at all the damage.

“Yuu!” The ghost came speeding toward them, they couldn’t hug her so instead the just zipped around her a could times. She laughed, the ghost coming to a stop in front of them, “we’re so happy you’re back! We thought you guys were leaving us for good!”

“Where’s Grim?” One of them asked looking around with concern, the others followed suit like maybe he was just hiding.

“Don’t worry he’s fine, he’s back in Pomfiore sleeping off his big adventure.” Yuu chuckled and the ghost relaxed and smiled, happy to hear their little friend was safe and sound and would be back with them in no time.

Yuu looked around again, at the huge holes in the walls and ceilings. At the stray cauldrons that had broken the floor and the way the stairs that lead to her bedroom were completely destroyed. She pressed her lips into a line, tears starting to well up in she eyes.

“Yuu? What’s wrong?” One of the ghost asked. And that’s what did it, she broke down crying.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out wiping her eyes and trying to breathe even. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry your home is destroyed, I’m sorry I can’t do anything about it—”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s not you’re fault.” One of the ghost said. Yuu just shook her head, crying to hard to say anything coherently. There wasn’t much the ghost could do besides remind her it wasn’t her fault the house was destroyed and that it’ll be rebuilt and everything will be ok.

“Yuu?” The new voice made her go still and the ghost silent. Turning around Yuu saw none other than Crowley standing in the doorway.

“Oh- Headmage- I, uh,” Yuu struggled to wipe their eyes free of tears and steady her voice. She hiccuped as she tried to breathe but with a deep breathe she was able to sound at least somewhat normal. “Sorry headmage, is there something you need?” She asked, turning to face him fully.

“I- no. I was just making my rounds on campus to see the damage. Trein informed me Ramshackle was badly damaged, I can see he was quite right.” Crowley said as he walked through assessing the damage, stoping when he came to stand beside Yuu.

She chuckled weakly and sniffed, tilting her head down and swiping at her eyes again. “Yeah… yeah, sorry.”

Crowley gave a questioning hum, “what’s there to be sorry for?”

“I- I don’t know… just am,” they said, their voice quiet.

“Yuu,” Crowley said. His voice more gentle than usual, more concerned. “Are you alright?”

There was hardly a second after Crowley asked before Yuu practically launched themselves at him, throwing their arms around him in a tight hug. Crowley stumbled back with surprise, his arms raised awkwardly like he didn’t know what to do with them.

Yuu was crying again. She just felt so powerless against everything. There was nothing she could do to fix her dorm, there was nothing she could do to stop the Chiron’s from taking the house wardens, nothing she could do when they took Grim. All of the feelings she had been pushing down for the sake of staying focused during the whole Styx mess finally boiling over.

“I- I guess I’ll take that as a no…” Crowley said tentatively.

Yuu apologized again, but couldn’t seem to bring herself to let go of him. Why him she had chosen to break down in front of she didn’t know. It’s not like he had ever been a comforting figure in her time here, or even a very useful one. But slowly, unsurely, Crowley hugged her back, patting her head in a soothing manner. It was enough to make her want to cry even harder.

It was silent between them for a while, with only Yuu’s sniffling and hiccups to be heard. After a few moments Crowley seemed to relax, trying to be gentle as he hugged her back and pat her head, telling her that it was ok and Ramshackle would be fixed and her and Grim would be back here in no time at all. He didn’t know how he would do that but he would get in contact with Styx and work something out, after all they made this mess.

After some time Yuu let go, stepping away from him and wiping their tears and taking a deep breath. “Are you… ok? Now?” Crowley asked, Yuu nodded.

“Better… thanks.” The air was slightly awkward. Crowley didn’t exactly know how to recover to his normal ‘aren’t I so gracious’ personality after watching his most situationally unique student have a full break down.

He cleared his throat before walking over to them and placing his hand on their back, guiding them to the door way. “Why don’t you go back to where you’ll be staying and get some rest. You do have a place to say until Ramshackle is fixed, correct?”

Yuu nodded, “yeah I’m staying in Pomfiore…” there was a long silence, like maybe she wanted to say something else. But she didn’t. “Thanks, I’ll, um, see you in class.”

Crowley nodded and watched as they left down the steps before calling out them. He only spoke when they stopped and turned to face him. “Don’t worry about Ramshackle. I’ll handle everything and make sure it gets fixed,” he said spreading his arms, “after all I am very generous!”

Yuu just blinked at him for a moment before breaking out into a laugh. After some time they had grown to find Crowley’s antics annoying, but after the moment that just happened his usual return to form was much welcomed. She waved at him as a final goodnight and started her walk back to the mirror chamber feeling much lighter than she had before.

Crowley was left with his many thoughts standing in Ramshackle, but he didn’t dwell on anything for to long. But he would check on the prefect and Grim officially tomorrow, that he made sure to promise to himself.

Yuu snuck back into Pomfiore, back into the empty room she was staying in. Grim was exactly where they left him curled up on the bed under the fluffy duvet. She smiled as they climbed into the bed, curling around Grim to cuddle him as he snuggled sleepily back into their arms. For once though, they believed Crowley would follow through on his word with Ramshackle, and that everything would be alright.

[everythingdenied]

concept where Ross and reader find out she’s pregnant and it’s just really cute and fluffy

aaaa soft dad!ross is everything and more he just radiates dad energy all the time! )

"This is torture.." I murmured, glancing at my husband as I toyed anxiously with his wedding band, knees drawn to my chest.

Ross nodded, squeezing my hand affectionately in an attempt to calm my nerves that heightened with each silently passing second.

"I know" he agreed, gaze fixed on the dripping tap as he tried desperately to look at anything other than the little plastic stick sat in front of us. "How long's left of that timer?"

I shrugged, taking a quick look at my phone. My breath caught in my throat as I caught sight of the little number ticking away on the dim screen.

"30 seconds..."

Ross turned to me, obviously growing antsy as we sat on the cold floor of the hotel bathroom, waiting with bated breath to find out whether months of trying had been in vain. The anticipation lay thick in the air and, even though the both of us had promised not to get our hopes up until we saw those two pink lines, it was impossible to shake my bubbling excitement at the prospect that, in less than a minute, I'd finally have an answer.

"Shit" Ross muttered, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, face glowing with a hopeful warmth. "Can't we just look now?"

"Ross" I giggled softly, shaking my head. "We've been here five minutes. You can take another 25 seconds."

He pouted dramatically, albeit he gave in quick, sighing in defeat when he saw my pleading gaze. He knew how badly I wanted to do this properly, scared that even the littlest of mistakes would somehow lead to turning the test over to a singular line.

"Fine..." He huffed, rhythmically tapping his fingers against his knee as he counted the seconds in his head a little too quickly.

After an agonising twenty seconds, the timer finally went off, its abrupt chiming jolting me forward to turn it off. Wracked with nerves, Ross and I looked at another, neither one of us sure what to do now the time had actually come. He squeezed my hand once more, jittery with nerves.

"Do you want me to look or...do you wanna do it?" He questioned.

I thought for a moment, anxiously moving my gaze between Ross and the test. "You do it" I decided.

He nodded slowly, lips grazing my forehead before he tentatively reached forward for the test, the small piece of plastic looking comically minute between his sizeable hands. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, suddenly wishing to see no longer, before realising my mistake and opening them, my head lolling to rest on Ross's shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked and I hummed in acknowledgement, heart thumping violently against my chest as he turned the test over.

Two lines.

I instantly welled up, laughing gleefully through my heavy sobs as I threw myself against my husband's chest, engulfing him in an embrace so sweet it may as well have been honey itself.

"Oh my god" I breathed out as the two of us melted into one another, happy tears streaking our rosy cheeks.

"I'm...I'm gonna be a dad. Fuckin' hell." Ross blubbed, tossing the test to the floor and cupping my face in his hands, attacking my lips with repeated kisses. "We're gonna be parents" He reiterated tearfully.

Nodding in a state of disbelief, I giggled against his lips, a smile so wide it felt as if it reached my ears. His hand's travelled from my cheeks down to my stomach, palms flattening beneath my shirt as he rubbed my belly lovingly despite their not being anything even close to a bump showing yet.

"Got a little bean shaped MacDonald in there..." I sniffled happily, placing my hands atop his as he watched with wet eyes, dipping his head so that his lips could brush my tummy.

"Hey, bean..."

[snowdropluck204]

Honey - Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader - pt 1

This is just from a random thought I had a little while ago and how freaking cute it would be, in this series, it's all set after the show is over and done with basically, there is no more trouble coming from the upside down, it follows the basic storyline with the other characters too, but Eddie does not die!!!

Anyway! Enjoy! _________________________________

3rd Person Pov

Steve couldn't believe his rotten luck. His mom had managed to grab him before he could leave the house for work, asking him if he'd take a basket of goodies across the street. Apparently some new neighbours had just moved in and she wanted to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

Steve's mother hadn't always done this, but after more and more people started to leave Hawkins because of the weird stuff that happened there, there were less neighbours around to impress.

He wished he could just say no, that he would be late if he did this, but he knew he'd hear and earful from both of his parents so he just nodded with a plastic smile, taking the basket and heading out the door. Steve knew he'd only have to deal with this for another week or so, most of his stuff had been packed up, he was just waiting for his next day off to move out.

Steve smiled as he thought about his new place, he couldn't afford a place of his own quite yet, neither could Robin, or Eddie, so they decided they would find a place together. The three of them got along great, even if Steve was the most mature one (truly a worrying thought). Leaving his green Family Video vest on the hood of his car, Steve made his way over to the house with the very recently added 'sold' sign.

He wasn't sure what to expect when he knocked on the door, actually, that wasn't true. He knew exactly what to expect. Nobody interesting ever moved here, it was probably an older couple, recently retired, looking for a place to finally settle. Or a couple of strung up desk jockeys like his dad.

So when a small girl, about four or five, answered the front door, coming down off of her tiptoes from reaching for the door handle, Steve was genuinely shocked.

She was tiny, chestnut ringlets that reached just under her chin, big brown eyes that made Steve melt and a cute smattering of freckles across her cheeks, holding a soft blanket and sucking her thumb. Steve was truly surprised, this was certainly not who he had expected, but he still bent down and put a soft smile on his face.

"Hey there, is your mom or dad home?" He practically whispered, his voice changing completely to accommodate the child in his presence. She mere nodded at him, reaching to grab his free hand and began tugging him into the house. This certainly was not how he expected his Monday to begin.

Being tugged by a being that was probably a quarter of his height was rather daunting, especially when he was also carrying a fairly heavy gift. Steve was fairly worried about being in a stranger's house, what if he never left it? What if this kid was a ploy to get people to enter? What if...?

All those questions went out the window. As he was dragged into the kitchen, his breath was taken by the sight in front of him. A beautiful woman, couldn't have been any older than he was, cradling a baby, swaddled in blue, close to her chest, humming softly. Somehow she was also able to make breakfast for the other little one, smiling as she did so.

To Steve, this was everything he had ever wanted. It was so pure, so sweetly domestic. That was when the beauty looked up, seeing him being led in by, what he now assumed was her daughter. Steve expected to have something thrown at him, in all honesty, who wouldn't when there was a random man in their home, holding onto their child's hand.

Her smile dropped slightly, but didn't disappear, she looked at her daughter and asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to disturb the baby, "Who's this Sam?" Steve felt his knees buckle slightly at the sound of her voice.

The girl, now known as Sam, shrugged her shoulders, let go of Steve's hand and wandered off, clutching her blanket still. Chuckling at the little girl, the woman's smile returned, waving Steve to the breakfast bar, offering him a seat.

Steve swallowed his nerves, that had sprung up very suddenly, and took a seat. The woman smiled at him, clearly seeing his nervousness, and offered him a cup of coffee, which he politely refused. The woman nodded, "So, why did my daughter drag you into the house? I assume you're here for something?" She asked, pouring a glass of orange juice and setting it down in front of him.

Steve smiled at the woman and nodded, taking a sip of the juice. "Yeah, sorry about that!" He said, scratching the back of his neck, "I just came to drop this off, my mom asked me to bring it over. We live across the street, I'm Steve, Steve Harrington." He told her, keeping his voice low and even to avoid disturbing the baby.

The woman grinned at him, looking at the basket his mother had made up, there was all sorts of stuff in there, a bottle of wine, nice cheeses, some bath stuff and a few other things. "Well tell your mother I said thank you, not many people would be happy with new neighbours such as us..." She trailed off, looking down and the baby in her arms, before her smile returned.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n), you've obviously already met Samantha, and this is Jamie." She cooed, bouncing the boy in her arms. Steve smiled at the woman, (y/n), what a lovely name.

Steve thought back on something that (y/n) had said, "You said something earlier, about not many people being happy with neighbours like you? What did you mean by that? Not that you have to tell me, I was just curious!" He stammered, not wanting to offend the woman in front of him.

(y/n) simply giggled, a honeyed laugh that Steve would do anything to be able to hear again. "It's not a problem, it's just that usually a woman as young as me with two children is usually only accepted by the neighbourhood if she'd married, which I am not." She chuckled, leaning to give baby Jamie a kiss when he stirred.

Steve felt his heart jump, a few times, she was single? Did that mean he may have had a shot? Obviously he wouldn't just ask her out immediately, she had two kids to think about first and she'd just moved in, she probably wanted to get settled before even thinking about dating a random guy that just walked into her home.

But the idea that he could be a part of this kind of life, waking up to two beautiful children every morning, his wife in the kitchen making breakfast, making sure he had something to eat and drink before he left for work or to get the kids to school, the idea made him ache.

Speaking of work...

Steve took a look at his watch and realised that he really was going to be late now, so he quickly swigged his juice, "I am so so sorry, I'd love to stay and talk more but I've got to get to work..." (y/n) looked up at him with shining eyes, confused at why he had shot up so quickly, "If you need anything," He began writing his phone number down on a sheet of paper, "Please give me a call, avoid talking to my parents if you can!" He joked, only somewhat serious.

Leaving his glass in the sink, he began leaving, saying goodbye to (y/n) and Jamie, and waving with a soft smile at Samantha, who had been peeking at him from around the corner, before leaving for work.

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Running from his car and into Family Video, Steve was already apologising profusely to Robin, who was glaring at him from behind the counter. He wound up being half an hour late, meaning Robin had to open up without him.

Robin began tapping her fingers on the counter top, something she only did when she was trying to calm her anger for Steve. "I get it, you're sorry! But what the hell took you so long! I had to cover for your ass!" Steve apologised again, shucking his vest on and starting to re-shelve the returned movies.

"I know, I'm so sorry! My mom asked me to take something over to the new neighbours and I sort of lost track of time..." He explained, his mind already drifting off to thinking about the woman he'd left behind, he would much rather be helping her move heavy boxes than be here.

Robin looked at him sceptically from across the room, she'd seen that look on his face before.

"Who's the girl?" She asked, blatantly. Steve panicked, dropping the pile of tapes. Looking back at Robin, she now had an annoying smirk on her face, she knew she was right on the money and was now being smug about it.

"I- No, there's- I mean-!" Steve tried to lie his way out of it, only to sigh and give up, he knew Robin knew him better than that, he wouldn't get away with it. "Her name's (y/n)..." He muttered, already feeling his cheeks turn pink at the thought of her.

Robin smiled in victory, jumping over the counter to get closer to Steve, already forgiving him for being late, now she was interested in something else. "I knew it! Spill! I wanna hear everything!" She cheered, it wasn't rare for Steve to be interested in someone, but for him to try and lie about it? Or even for the thought of this woman to make him so shy and nervous, she must have been something special.

Steve smiled at his best friend, "She's amazing, I barely know her of course, but she's sweet and thoughtful and has these two kids that are just ador-"

Robin stopped him.

"Wait, she has kids? Steve are you getting a crush on a married woman!?" She hollered, smacking his arm. Having feelings for a girl is normal for Steve, but a married woman is something Robin couldn't abide.

"Ow! No! She's not married, she's a single mom! She told me she was surprised my mom would send her anything because small towns usually aren't accepting her for being single with two kids!" Steve explained frantically, as Robin chased him, throwing pens at him.

Robin stopped in her tracks, "Oh, well that's okay then!" She said, "Anyway! Continue!" She said, beginning to pick up the things she'd thrown at him.

Steve shook his head with a chuckle, "She's got a girl and a boy, I don't know exactly how old they are, but one of them's still a baby. (y/n)'s just amazing! She's got the kids, but she still manages to make breakfast for them, with a smile on her face. She invited me in and immediately offered to make me a coffee, I said no, politely, but she still gave me juice."

Robin looked at him, "Wow, you're smitten!" She shouted, beginning to once again chase him around Family Video. And as Steve was running away, he couldn't help but question it... Was he smitten?

Yeah, yeah he was.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter! I do want to make this into a series, let me know if that seems interesting! Thank you for reading this! Xxx

[skyland2703]

May I request some Javelia headcanons, now that Cosmic Fury is out?

This became a “how Javi and Amelia got together after Cosmic Fury: Sky’s headcanons, a List”, somehow, and I’m not even sorry for it—

During Cosmic Fury, in the days when they were stranded on Erridus, to spend time and to keep them occupied, Amelia asked Javi to teach her guitar. That’s how she knew how to play, when they went masquerading as meat chrome. Neither felt it, at the time, but that’s where Amelia started developing feelings for him.

That and when he sacrificed his arm, and offered to go through it all AGAIN, when it came to save the universe. Single handedly, (pun intended—) Javi’s stature increased in her eyes~

Javi had been in love with Amelia, for almost two years, but in cosmic, he learns that the infatuation he had for her was indeed pointless. That was right around when he lost his arm, but the feelings come back, hitting him like a bulldozer, when he sees this side of Amelia, the leader, the one, who, although emotionally a wreck herself, is holding herself together for the sake of their team. Javi falls in love with her all over again, but this time, it’s so much more.

Of course, they’re both mature adults NOW who know it’s not okay to act on their feelings. When Amelia actually confesses, he tells her that she should re-check her feelings after they get Ollie back. If they’re real, the feelings are gonna be there even after Ollie comes back.

Amelia never tells this to Javi, but the six months she had with Ollie, they realised they weren’t the best compatible. The two of them were trying to save their relationship, trying to do everything necessary to —involving, but not restricted to getting new haircuts together— but the Zedd Crisis (that’s what they start calling it afterwards) served as the final blow to the relationship. Amelia wanted things to work out with Ollie, but deep down, the both of them knew there was just… something that didn’t click.

They tried again after the Zedd Crisis, but something seemed even more wrong than before, now…

In the meantime, Javi quit working at Buzzblast, after the Zedd Crisis. He starts paying full attention to his music. Amelia, who had initially thought her feelings for him would go away, starts missing him. Missing him, that’s as bad as heartache.

She finds herself humming his songs, she finds herself gazing longingly at the now empty desk in front of her, hoping he would walk in, plop in on the seat, put his feet up, and say something so dumb it would make her laugh— only she wasn’t sure she would laugh anymore. She feel sure she would blush.

I’m gonna rush this bit without drama- she and Ollie talked about this, and decided to end things, realising their loves lie in different people, Javi and Aiyon respectively— and she finally confesses to Javi. (Fic? Yes.)

And ah yes, true love’s kiss. This one has an entire story of it’s own.

After Cosmic Fury, sometimes, oftentimes, Javi, when he got overwhelmed with people, with his own life, with having to deal with his prosthetics, would teleport to Erridus. They had bad memories associated with this planet, but it had had such beautiful nights, and such peaceful moments, that Javi didn’t even realised how this place became his place—A place he knew nobody could reach him, a place where he could be alone, and at peace.

He didn't know how Amelia found out about the spot, but she did. She somehow found him out, and she confessed to him there itself, in the desert, under the stars. :3

It became their spot... their little uninhabited planet, someplace only they knew of, a new hideaway. It was a lot more relaxed and easy to be here now that there was an easy way home.

Javi moved out as his music career took off, and he was able to afford an apartment near the studio he worked at, mostly to save the commutation charges, and to get away from his dad, who was still a little bit, if not a lot, annoying about his career choice.

Amelia moved in with Javi very soon after, Pop Pop now living with Tarrick and Santaura, and not being completely dependent on his granddaughter.

They really like living together. They’re both very weird. Amelia likes the taste of the weirdest stuff, and Javi is more than happy to make it for her, even if he will NEVER take a bite of it himself (re: flargon cake), he’s MESSY, and she tries to teach him to clean up after himself, sheet music EVERYWHERE, but then realises there’s no point. They make an arrangement: Javi makes all the messes in one room, lets Amelia keep the other rooms of the apartment clean. They share the rent, they go out to get groceries together, they have a lot of sappy cute spicy and happy time together.

So yeah~ bottom line, THEY ARE TOGETHER. THEY ARE HAPPY. The most beautiful ending to cosmic fury~

And yes. Yes they’re still rangers together.

+ Bonus:

Javi NeVeR called Amelia “Jones” in cosmic fury, as almost everyone else on the team does~ my fave Javelia headcanon remains that Javi’s favorite endearment for Amelia is STILL “boss”. He never actually changed that, because he low-key loves to say that. She might not be his boss at Buzzblast anymore, but she TECHNICALLY is, when they’re rangers~

[maitaitiu]

Above It All OCxCanon week 2024 Day 1: Play Fighting Pairing type: platonic Canon Character: Johanna Mason OC: Marsh Belltide Fandom: THG Wordcount: 1633

AO3 link CWS: underage drinking, mentions of/implied death and injury, swearing, heights

Synopsis: The evening after the 70th annual Reaping, Marsh Belltide and Johanna Mason sit out in the woods to chat, as they do every year.

“You got it?” Johanna asked her friend as they shut the door to their house behind them.

Her friend rolled their eyes, “Obviously. What do you take me for?”

“An idiot,” she smiled, and took the glass bottle her friend was hiding under their sweater and stuffed it into her messenger bag, “Nice. Let’s go.”

And the pair set off, only occasionally glancing over their shoulders to make sure that nobody had spotted them.

In truth, neither of them felt particularly great about sneaking out on the evening after the Reaping; not while they knew there was two families weeping with their shutters closed; not while the both of them had such personal ties to the Games. And yet, it had always been a tradition. Sneak out into the woods after the Reaping, when their families were asleep, and go and chat and sing and laugh in the woods until daybreak.

After a good few miles of walking at a decent pace, the pair found themselves far into the woods, in the same clearing they always used for this night, after finding it the eve of their first Reaping.

It was technically still within the confines of Seven, so it was perfectly legal to be here, but neither was particularly eager to get caught.  

They shimmied their way up on separate sides of an impossibly tall giant sequoia with practiced ease; the general lack of knots or branches barely a passing thought to them- as was the way with most lumberjack kids in Seven.

“Only two more of these things to go. Then we’re home free.” Johanna sighed as she stretched out on one of the branches, some fifty feet off the ground, “Can’t wait.”

“Same,” said her friend, hauling their way onto a branch just below hers and leaning back on the trunk as they sat, “The Games are so stupid.”

“Cheers to that,” Johanna said, pulling the bottle out of her bag, “Aw. Just red wine? Couldn’t have gotten something a bit stronger?”

“We’re higher than the Justice Building, Jo. I think wine is strong enough,” her friend cautioned, and then, after a pause, added, “Gotta make sure my dad still has one son left in the morning.”

“I guess,” Johanna grumbled, and started stabbing at the cork with the switchblade she carried everywhere. She managed to get it hooked in somehow and started to pull. And then stopped.

She glanced down at her friend.

“Son?”

She watched as he picked at a loose thread on his trousers for a moment.

“Yeah.” He replied quietly.

“Cool,” Johanna shrugged, and finally popped the cork from the wine bottle, and with a triumphant laugh, exclaimed, “There we go!”

She took a massive swig, and gagged on it. Too much at once, and it just wasn’t very good. Bitter. But… not in a nice way. She managed to choke down the wine, and then spluttered out, “That tastes like shit!”

Her friend laughed, and he pulled himself up onto the same branch as her, “Sure does.” He paused. “Aren’t you gonna say anything?”

Johanna took another sip of the wine, and let it sit in her mouth for a bit, attempting to get used to it. She swallowed. It wasn’t any better the second time around. In fact, it might have even been worse.

“Like what?” she asked, dramatically wiping her tongue on her sleeve in a poor attempt to rid herself of the bitter taste, “Oh. You got a different name? Is it just as stupid as-”

“It’s Marsh,” he replied, and swiped the bottle right from her hands.

“So that’s a yes.” Johanna smirked, and watched as his face scrunched up as he took a sip of the wine, too.

Marsh cringed, and bent his head all the way down into his chest at the taste, “That is foul.”

She whacked his arm and took the bottle back for herself. He reached over to snatch it, but she held it as far away from him as she could, and even with his absurdly long arms, Marsh was unable to reach it.

“Bitch, I brought it!” he whined, and Johanna used her free hand to push him back, “Joeeeee…”

“Aw, okay…” she snorted, and passed it back to him unceremoniously, “Baby Marshy needs his bottle.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said as he took it from her and knocked back a swig. And then coughed. A lot, “Ugh.”

“It’s bad.” Johanna laughed, “Can’t believe adults big this stuff up so much.”

“I can’t believe this shit tastes worse than tesserae mush.” Marsh shoved the bottle back at her, “And don’t say nothing about my name being stupid. That is the point.”

“What?” She stared at him, on the verge of laughing again, “Why?!”

He shrugged.

She took another swig of the wine.

“Did your dad make this or something?” she asked, “He’s hardly a great chef. Maybe that’s why it’s so bad.”

“Nah, he bought it. I think it’s generally just… not good. I don’t even think he likes it. It’s just cheaper than hard cider for some fuckin’ reason.”

“Considering we’re the fuckers who grew the apples and make the cider, I’d have thought it’d be cheaper for us. Then again…” Johanna scowled, “Timber’s at a bit of a premium again.”

“So’s firewood. It’s a pain in the ass.” Marsh grumbled, knocking back another gulp of wine miserably, “It’s gonna be so cold when winter rolls around.”

Johanna threw her head back dramatically, “Ugh. Don’t remind me. Lizzie gets so anxious when it’s cold. And then I get anxious by proxy.”

“To be fair… you did break your leg in sixth grade when you slipped on some ice.”

“Yeah. I remember.” Johanna’s mood soured, and she frowned at her reflection on the bottle, when Marsh passed it back, “My parents were shitting themselves when I went to my first Reaping with a limp and six slips.”

Marsh glanced over at her, guilt creasing his eyebrows together. “Sorry.”

“S’ok.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while, looking out at the darkening woods. Watching as the occasional bird or squirrel or chipmunk scuttled on by in the branches near them. They passed the wine back and forth, both grumbling wordlessly about the taste after every sip, until their minds grew foggy with both tiredness and alcohol.

Johanna was the first to spot the flash of white in the trees, and soon spotted more and more. She nudged Marsh and nodded to the flock of gathering birds. She wondered if they knew; if they knew what day had just passed and what they were about to do.

She was never the first to start, though. A slight stage-fright that she’d carried her whole life.

Marsh’s warm alto voice bled into the night, as tuneful and as sad and alone as ever.

“Come all ye true born shanty-boys, whoe’er ye may be,

Come sit upon the deacon’s seat and listen unto me,

A story’f a young shanty-boy, so tall, genteel and brave,

‘Twas on a jam on Gerry’s rocks he met a wat’ry grave.”

They could pretend all they wanted; they could act as nonchalant as possible; they could drown their sorrows in booze and convince themselves that they were adult enough to deserve to be so tired. But both were just as petrified of the Reaping, and the Games as any other child in Seven. As any other child in Panem. And not just of the Reaping; of the Games, but of the dangers that lurked around every corner in Seven. Both had recently picked up some hours over the weekend at a logging facility. And already had seen and obtained more than their fair share of injuries.

The guard staff- the Peacekeepers- who followed them out and shadowed them in the forest at work- didn’t particularly care about any sprains or broken bones- or even deaths- as long as the work was done. Johanna had- just last week- seen a man be stuck under a felled trunk that slammed him to the floor. She hadn’t been strong enough to move it on her own, though she’d tried desperately. He’d passed out by the time someone else from the team had showed up and managed to help her move it.

He'd never walk again.

“It happened on a Sunday morn as you shall quickly hear.

Our logs were piled up mountain high, there being no one to keep them clear.

Our boss he cried, "Turn out, brave boys. Your hearts are void of fear.

We'll break that jam on Gerry's Rocks, and for the Capitol we'll steer."

Johanna joined Marsh then, their untrained voices wove roughly together as they sang. And soon the mockingjays picked up the song, too. Echoing the haunting, sorrowful melody around the woodland; it would surely reach all the way back to the town.

It wasn’t a cheerful song. But it hadn’t been a cheerful day, so what did it matter?

Death clung to district Seven like a burr, sharp and pinching, and impossible to avoid. The Reaping was a spectacle as much as it was a death sentence, an oddity to the quiet, unnoticed deaths that happened every other day.

Not that the kids who got shipped off to the Capitol were remembered any better than the poor sods who’d get sick, or crushed by felled trees, or torn to bits in the factories, or shot or some other shitty way to kick the bucket. It was hardly a wonder that over eighty percent of Seven’s population was under forty years old.

Johanna wondered if she’d make it that long. Or If Marsh would. Or her little sister.

And then she drowned that thought in another swig of the disgusting wine.

Better not to think about it.

[eliselovely]

Trans!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Summary: Basically exactly what the title is, these are headcanons about Mr. T Boy Swag himself, Eddie Munson and his chaotic bi himbo boyfriend Steve Harrington.

Warnings: internalized transphobia, brief mention of child abuse, forced to come out (it’s ok, its just Dustin), gender dysphoria, smut, heavy heavy smut

Words: 2.6k

Childhood

Eddie was always a tomboy, loving to run around outside with the other neighborhood boys, never really understanding why he couldn’t just go shirtless in the summer like them.

His dad hated it, but that’s depressing and I don’t want to talk about trauma here cause I want cuteness not much angst.

Wayne never saw what all the fuss was about, so when 12 year old Eddie showed up on his doorstep with a poorly buzzed head, a black eye and a backpack carrying his few possessions, he didn’t hesitate to take him in.

Wayne didn’t have much, but he worked his hardest to give Eddie a good home, moving them back to his childhood hometown of Hawkins just in time for Eddie to start junior high with a new name. He was simultaneously a parental figure for Eddie, but also a sort of friend; they had a mutual respect for each other.

Puberty was kind to him, making it easier for him to cover his chest. He got taller than most cis girls and had trained himself to speak in a lower pitch than would be natural for him.

He found comfort with the other freaks and nerds, though chose not to tell anyone his secret.

1986 Pre-Vecna

Dustin figured out Eddie’s secret on accident.

He had walked into the drama storage room where Hellfire was held nearly half an hour early to find Eddie - who could have sworn he locked the door - adjusting his makeshift binder.

To say he was terrified of Dustin’s reaction would be an understatement. He was immediately defensive, and threatened Dustin with bodily harm if he told anyone else.

Their friendship develops into one not unlike Steve and Robin, where Dustin would enthusiastically support him and would never out him to anyone ever, but is also so curious and would have so many questions.

1986 Post-Vecna

The reason Eddie decided to trust Steve in the boathouse was because of his faith in Dustin and not so much about the declarations of promise on Dustin’s mother.

He grew closer to Steve after the whole fiasco, they spent many evenings together getting stoned enough to forget the horrors for a bit. They’ve had many accidental sleepovers where one of them was too far gone to drive, oftentimes at least one of them wakes up screaming.

Eddie always knew he liked boys in the way that men are supposed to like women, and he had experimented enough on trips to the city to know what he liked in bed and Steve didn’t seem to fit his usual type. But somehow this not so perfect popular boy gave him butterflies whenever he smiled.

Steve made Eddie feel emotions that he had never felt before. Of course he’d had plenty of crushes on boys before, but they were nothing compared to how he felt around Steve. Any time they touched each other, whether it be on accident or on purpose, Eddie felt electricity under his skin. Whenever Steve was having a rough night or a nightmare, Eddie wanted nothing more than to take care of him.

Unbeknownst to Eddie, Steve was having a very similar thought process about him. Steve however, had never felt like this about anyone other than Nancy Wheeler. He was infatuated with him, completely ok to listen to anything and everything that came out of Eddie’s mouth.

They shared their first kiss on one of the many nights spent passing a joint back and forth, it was actually an accident. Eddie had finished off the joint and was placing what was left of it into the ashtray on his bedside table, when he turned back to continue the conversation, Steve was much closer than he remembered and their lips collided at a lopsided angle.

After an initial moment of frozen shock, Steve was the one to try it for real. It was short, but sweet, neither of them wanting to cross any unspoken boundary.

Eddie’s face flushed to such a deep red that Steve was slightly worried that he had stopped breathing. Tears came to his eyes as his thoughts raced with all the things Steve might say or do if he knew the truth about him.

“Freak,” Eddie’s brain screamed at him.

“Eddie?” Steve said, his brows knitted together forming the same expression he had whenever he was worried about one of the kids. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that witho-”

“It’s not that,” Eddie interrupted, not meeting Steve’s gaze. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while, but that’s not it.” Eddie’s voice was getting higher and he hated it, crying always did that to him, it was a horrible cycle.

“So have I,” Steve admitted, “if it’s not that then what is it?”

“If I told you, then I don’t think you’d like me anymore,” Eddie all but whispered.

“Dude, I just kissed you,” Steve stressed. “I know you sell pot and shit, I know you have a not so great history, all of that shit makes you, you man, I dunno.”

“I’m a freak,” Eddie said with a sob, trying and failing not to flinch when Steve placed his hands on either side of his face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

“Yeah, I know,” Steve reassured. “And I’m still here dude.”

Eddie felt like his world was crashing down around him, like the day he was kicked out of his parents house and walked the two and a half miles to Wayne’s house. He felt like he did that day that Dustin walked in on him- Dustin. Dustin trusts Steve with his life, Eddie trusts Steve with his life.

“I wasn’t born a dude Steve,” Eddie whispered.

“Wha-what does that mean?” Steve asked, not moving his hands from Eddie’s face.

“It means I was born a girl, but I don’t wanna be one, so I tell everyone I’m a guy, and I make my voice deeper and wear clothes that make it look like I don’t have tits even though I do.” Eddie is crying even harder by the end of his explanation.

Steve was silent for a moment, his brain working at 100 miles an hour trying to wrap his head around everything Eddie had just said. “But… you’re a guy to me,” he said finally.

Eddie melted, falling forward to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder, his arms snaking around Steve’s torso.

“I really like you Steve,” Eddie said into Steve’s neck.

“I really like you too dude,” Steve answered. “Everything about you.”

They were silent for a few moments, just holding each other and coming down from their emotional peak. Eddie only pulled back when he heard Steve chuckle lightly.

“What?” He questioned, not being able to help the little smile that grew as a result of hearing Steve laugh.

“You’re kind of perfect for me dude,” Steve joked. “A ridiculously hot man who also has tits? You’re perfect.”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh, the weed in his system finally catching up with him. “You think I’m hot?”

“‘Course dude, it’s like, all I can think about when around you, it’s actually been messing with my head.”

And just like that they were back to normal, but with the added bonuses of kissing and cuddling. Sleepovers where one of them would sleep on the couch quickly morphed into sharing a bed, Eddie used Steve as a pillow more often than actual pillows.

Slowly but surely, Eddie started becoming more comfortable existing around Steve without his chest bound flat.

The farthest they had ever gone in bed together were heavy makeout sessions where the farthest up Eddie let Steve’s hands wander was his waist under his shirt.

The first time Steve got to touch was one of these moments. They were sitting on Steve’s bed, stoned out of their minds as Steve laid kiss after open mouthed kiss on Eddie’s neck. His hands began to wander upwards, fingers catching on the hem of Eddie’s shirt on the way. Usually at this point, Steve would pull his hand away to readjust the garment, but this time Eddie caught his wrist before he got the chance.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, pulling back to look Eddie in the eye.

“Yeah,” Eddie almost moaned, “Your hands are soft and I want them on my tits.”

“Fuck, ok,” Steve relented, dragging his hands up Eddie’s sides his breath catching in his throat when he felt his hand come in contact with his breasts.

Eddie couldn’t help the little whine that escaped him as Steve’s soft hands dragged across his sensitive nipples. “Mmmmm, Stevie, yes,” he moaned.

“You like that?” Steve asked, though his tone of voice made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I do,” Eddie confirmed, an equally teasing tone to his voice. “A lot actually. So much that I might even let you take my shirt off.”

“Wait really?” Steve jolted, pulling back again.

“Mhmm, but only if you’re good for me,” Eddie teased.

They had only ever spoken about the concept of dominance and submission, but Eddie had enough experience doing both to pick up on the little things he did that seemed to awaken something in Steve. Little tugs on his hair, resting his hand around his neck while they kissed, a joking “good boy” that made Steve blush all the way to the tips of his ears.

“I’ll be good,” Steve promised. “Just tell me how.”

Eddie’s stomach did somersaults at that statement, the familiar heat of arousal beginning to grow between his legs. In one swift moment he moved from sitting next to his boyfriend to straddling his legs, laughing slightly at the shocked look on Steve’s face.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Steve stuttered, his once roaming hands now sitting frozen on Eddie’s ribs.

“Do you want me to stop?” Eddie checked. He would never push Steve to do anything he didn’t want.

“No!” Steve rushed. “Just a little surprised is all.”

“Alright,” Eddie cooed, slipping back into the scene. “Are you gonna be good for me baby boy?”

“Ohmygod, yep, yes, I’ll be good,” Steve keened.

“Perfect, take your shirt off baby, let me see you.”

Steve eagerly stripped for the boy above him, all the time failing to hold back the whimpers of pleasure at the feeling of Eddie’s thighs grinding against his erection.

“Fuck baby, it’s like you get prettier every time I look at you,” Eddie gushed while running his fingers through the patch of hair on Steve’s chest.

Steve would be an absolute goner, just a whimpering, whining little mess and Eddie would absolutely adore it.

He’d take his time undressing Steve the rest of the way, leaving soft little kisses everywhere he could reach, by the time Steve was fully naked, he was close to tears with need.

Steve about busted the instant Eddie finally touched his aching cock, even though it was only a ghost of a touch.

Slowly, because Eddie is a ruthless tease, he would build up the stimulation he would grant to where he was softly jerking him off. Steve would have his hands on Eddie’s thighs, holding on for dear life trying to be good for his boyfriend. If he had been able to keep his eyes open, Steve would have seen the satisfied smile slowly taking form on Eddie’s lips. And all of a sudden the stimulation stopped.

Steve’s eyes flew open to see Eddie reaching down to the hem of his shirt, preparing to lift it off. “Wha-what are you doing?” Steve would stammer in disbelief.

“Well sweet boy, I said if you were good for me, then I would show you my tits. You still want to see your man’s tits don’t you?” Eddie taunted, loving how he was affecting the boy underneath him.

“Please! Please Daddy, please,” Steve begged.

They both froze for a second, each of their brains taking time to process what Steve just said. Eddie couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face in time with the butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach.

“Well shit, who would’ve thought I’d have King Steve begging for his Daddy’s tits like some damn pillow princess,” Eddie gloated, somehow making Steve melt even more.

He took advantage of Steve’s stunned state to pull his shirt over his head, his nipples hardened as the cool air of the room mixed with his arousal. Steve’s eyes went wide at the view in front of him, Eddie’s soft little tits on display just for him.

“Like what you see Princess?” Eddie taunted, trying to mask the anxiety he was feeling at being seen this way. Steve just nodded in response, lifting his hands up to touch, but stopping just before he made contact, looking up at his boyfriend for permission. “Go ahead baby.”

The feeling of Steve’s hands on his tits was better than Eddie could have ever imagined, the soft drag of his palms across his nipple made him moan and subconsciously grind himself down against Steve’s erection.

Eddie, although he had been loving how he had opened up to Steve so far, was not quite ready to take it all the way yet. But there was no way that he’d leave Steve unsatisfied now.

“You gonna keep being good for me Princess?” Eddie asked, forcing his voice deeper than he usually did.

“Ye-ye-uh, ye-yes sir,” Steve choked out.

“Good,” Eddie said with a grin, sinking down so his face was hovering over Steve’s flushed cock.

With a sly wink, Eddie took Steve into his mouth, all evidence of his teasing nature went out the window as he went down on Steve with all the enthusiasm he could muster - which is quite a bit, I mean he’s Eddie Munson.

Steve felt like Eddie was sucking his soul out through his dick, and with Eddie’s gigantic brown eyes staring up at him there was no way he would last long.

“I’m gonna cum,” Steve moaned. “Eddie, mmm fuck.”

Eddie didn’t let up a single bit, in fact he did quite the opposite, increasing his pace and depth each time he bobbed his head. In no time, Eddie felt Steve’s cock twitch in his mouth barely a moment before rope after rope of cum landed on his tongue.

Eddie gave a few more shallow movements just to tease before pulling off and making a show of swallowing. “You were such a good boy for me Princess,” Eddie praised.

(His voice would be husky and lower than usual from ya know, having a cock down his throat, which would definitely lead to Eddie giving Steve head all the time to try and make his voice deeper cause it makes him feel good.)

Eddie Munson, King of Aftercare would absolutely pamper his Princess Steve, not letting him lift a damn finger. He would make sure he drank water right away, and the way he would clean them up afterwards was so gentle. If Steve didn’t feel like getting up then clean up would be Eddie running a cloth over Steve’s sensitive skin. And if they did feel like moving, then they would shower together, Eddie taking extra care to wash Steve’s hair because the feeling of having his hair played with had always felt intimate.

After that first time, they had accidentally on purpose started a routine of Steve laying his head on Eddie’s chest, showering his tits with little kisses and soft touches, cause doms need aftercare too, and this makes Eddie feel so loved.

Steve’s new official name was Princess after that first time as well, and he never held back, even in front of their friends cause he knows it makes Steve get all flustered.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x daughter!reader - things we didn’t know

Hey, do you think you can write a Evershed x daughter story, where he find out that he has a teenager daughter? And that he is teaching her in school. But obviously she does not know about him. So he offers to be her mentor so he can spend time with her or something like that. Thanks ❤️ - Anon💜

You were supposed to be in english, and somehow you were running late, so when you came barrelling through the door with a grin on your face Mr Evershed was shocked to say the least.

“Hello. You’re late.”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Okay wait outside please.”

Everyone laughed and you grinned walking back outside, standing in hallway, you checked your phone and opened your messages.

Dad: did you actually get to school?

You: yup! But now I’m condemned to the hallway…

Pocketing your phone, you set your bag against the wall and stretched a little, letting out a small yawn.

A minute later the teacher came out and he looked at you.

“I assume you’re (Y/N) (L/N) correct?”

“You would assume correctly. How’d you know? Who are you?”

“I’m Mr Evershed your new English teacher, and you’re the only student missing from my register this morning. Do you want to share why you’re late?”

“I’m going to be honest with you, I just didn’t wake up. My dad had to wake me up.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head.

“Well, at least you’re here. Go on, sit down, but stay after lesson so I can catch you up on what you missed.”

“Yes sir!”

You ran inside and he laughed a little to himself.

You had a tendency to be late, a little bit of a trouble maker and really forgetful.

A few weeks after joining Ackley, Mr Evershed received a letter in the post, and he opened it, sitting down to read it.

He read it in confusion and set it on the table, staring at it.

“What is it?” His wife asked.

“A letter from a lawyer asking me to come to his officer later today…”

“For what?”

Mr Evershed looked up at Gaynor.

“Apparently I have a teenage daughter…”

Neither of them knew what to think about it, but he went regardless at the meeting time, and he was allowed into the office to wait for the lawyer.

The door opened and closed and a man walked over, holding his hand out.

“You must be Martin Evershed, thank you so much for coming. I’m Joshua Winter, family lawyer.”

Mr Evershed shook his hand and they both sat down again.

“You contacted me about having a daughter? I don’t have a teenage daughter…”

“That’s where this might be a little confusing. We’re waiting for my client to come in and we can explain everything then.”

It was a few minutes later and another man entered, dressed in suit and he walked over, greeting the lawyer before turning to Mr Evershed.

He stood up and held out his hand.

“Martin Evershed.” He said.

The man shook his hand.

“Doctor Robert Gold, thank you so much for coming.”

Mr Evershed furrowed his brows a little, but said nothing about it and they all sat down.

“We all everything you might want to look at, photographs, paper work. We would like to stress that this is your choice what you do with this information.” Joshua said.

Mr Evershed slowly nodded his head.

“A little over 16 years ago, you were dating a woman by the name of Daisy (L/N). This woman.”

Robert pulled a photo out from a stack of photos and handed it over.

Mr Evershed looked at it, and he tried to find the memories, but all he got was glimpses.

“I vaguely remember dating her yes. I think we dated for maybe a year just after we started college.” He said.

The other two nodded.

“Well, she was pregnant, she found out not long after you two split up, but unsure about how you’d react she didn’t tell you. She gave birth to a baby girl.”

They then handed him a few baby photos.

“How do you know any of this? How do you know she’s actually my daughter?” Mr Evershed asked.

“Because when she was a toddler, she got sick, and they were trying to find a blood match for her, and you came up as an exact match, but they couldn’t get ahold of you. You can only get an exact match if you’re the direct parent. You must have donated blood at least once for you to be pinged in the system as a donor.” Robert explained.

“Uh.. yeah. Yeah. I donated a couple of times in college as part of charity events.”

“That’s how they knew you were a match. Don’t worry, we did find a match on Ruby’s family side.”

Mr Evershed nodded and they carried on telling him things about his ex girlfriend and the daughter that was apparently his.

Finally they handed him a bunch of paperwork.

“If you want a DNA test we can easily get one done no problem.” Joshua said.

“Yes please. Before this continues any further, I’d like to get a DNA test done.”

Everything was put on hold until that happened and the following week he was called back and it confirmed the results, that he was in fact this girls dad.

They finished telling him everything.

“What’s her name?”

“That’s actually why we hadn’t told you the name yet…” Robert said.

“Her name is (Y/N) (L/N), she’s Roberts adoptive daughter, and she’s a student at the same school you teach in.” Joshua said.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’ve met her?” Robert asked.

“Yeah, she came running into my lesson late on my first day there. Does she.. does she know..?”

Robert shook his head.

“No. No she doesn’t know. She knows I’m not her real dad, and she knows that she’s always open to finding her real dad, but she hasn’t asked anything yet, she said she was going to wait until she finished her exams to find out, just like her mum wanted.”

“And does her mum.. know you’re doing this..?”

Robert sighed and shook his head.

“No, sadly my wife passed away a little over 7 years ago. Cancer.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t know.”

Robert sighed, running a hand over his hair.

“I wanted to reach out to you because I thought you should know. I’d been trying to reach out for a few years but had no progress until now. She’s your daughter and you have a right to know, and I know one day she does want to meet you. You don’t have to be part of her life if you don’t want to, all I’m asking is you please don’t say anything to her until she asks me or I tell.”

“No. No of course not. I’d uh.. I’d like some time to think about this..”

“Yeah of course. You have my number if you want to talk about it.”

Mr Evershed went home to think about it, and the next day when it came to his lesson with you in it, he found himself anxious.

You were his daughter.

You had no idea.

He had only just found out.

While you were all taking your test, he sat in deep thought looking at the message his wife had sent him, telling him to get to know you a bit.

Maybe he should, just get to know, that way when you did find out it wouldn’t be as awkward.

The end of the lesson came, and everyone handed in their test papers and you were last, and he looked at your paper with a frown.

“(Y/N).”

You stopped walking and turned around.

“Mr Evershed.” You said in the same tone.

He rose a brow and held up your test paper.

“This is a blank test paper.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

You grinned a little.

“Magic pen?”

He chuckled a little, shaking his head at you.

“Is that the answer we’re really going to go with? Magic pen?”

“Well, I could tell you that I just didn’t understand a single thing about it, but that’s not fun. Gotta run!”

With that you ran away and he realised something while staring at the empty paper.

That was his chance to get to know you.

He could help you with your English and learn more about you at the same time, so the next day at lunch he went searching for you.

You were outside, standing with your friends by a table as you argued with one of them.

“You can’t do a front flip off the table!” One huffed.

“Yes I can!” You huffed back.

“And we’re not going to find out.”

You all turned to Mr Evershed.

“Can we have a chat?” He asked you.

“Eh I guess.”

You grabbed you bag and walked with him to a quiet part of the quad.

“So, I was thinking about your test paper.”

“Did it give you nightmares? If it did I’m not sorry.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled at you.

“No, but thanks for not being sorry about it. Actually I’d like to set up extra lessons for you after school, a few days a week just to help you, a time for just you, you to ask any questions you need or get any help and support with whatever it is you’re struggling with. Does that sound okay?”

“Does this include extra homework?”

“No (Y/N) it doesn’t involve extra homework.”

“Yeah I’m down for that then. When do they start?”

“Today?”

You nodded.

After school that day you wondered to his classroom and let yourself in, dropping yourself into a chair at a table and he brought over your work book and a small whiteboard.

“Alright, so first I want you to write down everything you struggle with.”

“Okay.”

You wrote something down and handed it back.

“Everything? Okay. Anything in specific.”

“Uh… no just everything.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head, he decided to just focus on trying to figure out what you struggled with the most.

“So, can you really do a front flip?” He asked.

“Oh yeah you bet! Look!”

You stood at the front of the classroom, and in one swift movement you did a standing front flip and you grinned at him.

“Can you do a front flip?”

“I’m not even going to try find out.

Spending more time with you as the weeks went on, Mr Evershed began to learn a lot more about you, you were also getting better at English.

Of course Mr Evershed told your dad about what he was doing, and about the after school lessons and both reasons for why, and he was completely okay with it, he was happy about it.

But still to him it felt wrong.

He was here learning about you, knowing you were his daughter, and you still had no idea he was your father. He was your biological dad.

You were just happy to be getting the support you needed, and being able to laugh and joke with your teacher, it was fun.

You were just a bright and happy teenager, having fun, causing a bit of trouble and just enjoying your teenage years completely oblivious to the fact that you saw your real dad every single week

[xxdumbblondexx]

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5 - Only if I get to push you Infront of a car.

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You arrive at the pub to be greeted by a dark haired guy, standing behind the bar chatting and laughing with patrons. It’s lively and warm inside and still, you feel unexpectedly nervous.

He smiled at you, before stepping closer, one eye covered by his long hair. “Are you here for the interview?”

“Yep.” You almost chocked on the words in your throat.

“Well our boss has already spoken to your dad and said we’ll give you a trial period.” “And that means?”

“It means you start today. We’ll train you for two weeks and then depending on your performance and your opinion, you can properly start working.”

“Yeah, still not understanding any of it.” He laughed, almost like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. It twigged on your last nerve and you wondered if you could even quit this early on.

“Come on in, I'll introduce you to everyone.” he kicked the door of the bar open, before creating a grand gesture of welcoming you in.

……

The shift was somehow more fun than you thought it would be. You get to know most of the servers there and even learn their names.

They also seemed to all go to your school and all knew your brother which seemed like it would backfire massively. But as soon as you provided them with ammo, you were all besties. Or so you’d like to think.

As you stood in the kitchen, shining cutlery, Kaeya, the first guy you met, stood with you.

“Alright, pop quiz. If I ask for a larger top it is…”

“A pint of larger with a little bit of lemonade in the top.”

“Good, and a shandy?”

“Ale or larger, half filled with lemonade.” “Good!” He grinned, even clapping his hands a little.

You had learned to tolerate him and his teasing. Anyway, with older siblings, you were used to teasing. It was endearing in the most annoying way possible.

“[name]!” Called a person from the kitchen door. You turned to find Amber, another barmaid stood there with a burning grin. “There's a guy here for you. Said he was gonna meet you.”

And you completely forgot about that. For fuck sake.

You left the kitchen to find Heizou sitting at the bar with the hood of his jumper up and texting on his phone.

You felt unnaturally anxious as you stepped closer, like you’d swallowed a rock that now clogged up your throat. But it was too late to run away as his eyes shot to you and an overly confident smile met his lips.

“That uniform looks good on you.” Was the first thing he said.

“Gross. Can I have my id card?”

Something about his gaze made your skin crawl and palms sweat. It wasn’t intense or anything, yet still made your chest tighten.

Maybe it was something to do with not having many boys in your life apart from those genetically related to you. Childe had a talent for scaring away any guys that looked your way and he definitely put it into practice countless times.

But strangely enough, part of you wished he would now, even when you hated when he did.

“Nah, not yet. You said you’d have a drink with me.” He stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets as he reclined over the bar stool.

“No, I said that sounded like hell. Anyway, even if I wanted, neither of us could get served.”

But just as that sentence left your lips, Lisa— another barmaid —placed two pint glasses onto the bar.

“Here you go, cuties.” She grinned before stepping back to serve someone else.

“You were saying?” The tease in his voice made you want to make him wear that drink he nonchalantly took a sip of.

Instead a sigh left your lips as you threw yourself into the bar stool next to him.

“Fine but only one. My parents want me home.”

“Want me to walk you back?” His suggestion only made your heart more tense as you scoffed out a breath.

“Only if I get to push you in front of a car on the way.”

The smile was back on his face. It was a Cheshire Cat like grin that mocked you from its place on his lips.

“You can try.”

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Hiyaaa,

Working as a bar maid is quite a fun job, ngl. I have such a love hate relationship with my job. Being there until 1 am on some nights is definitely a hate. As well as not being able to close early when its dead since my boss doesn't want to upset the regulars. But i do like the regulars, their all so nice and one of them always calls me their grand daughter soooo.

If your wondering what's a larger and what's a ale, in layman's terms (My terms since idk what the difference in depth) larger is the carbonated bear such as Fosters or Heineken meanwhile Ale's aren't usually, such as Courage or Hobgoblin.

Remember to have your say [HERE]

Thanks for reading x

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly roundup: prompts

Tsukihime

Fate/Stay Night

Merlin definitely knew that, in the end, Artoria would die before she reached her twilight years, that Lancelot would etch his love through the blood of the other knights, that Mordred would finally reach the end of his fuse and bring Camelot down with him. So, days before the unstoppable pebble started rolling into an avalanche, he invites the Round Table to knights to one final banquet and says his goodbyes

Kirei forces Lancer to read homestuck with one of his command seals

In order to leave a mark against her rivals, Sakura gropes Shirou in the kitchen all while Saber and Rin wait for their food. Noncon or not up to the author

"All legends come from Gilgamesh" taken to the logical extreme: every single servant is actually just Gilgamesh in a different costume. All of them. Even that one. He's running around at top speed frantically changing outfits so nobody notices.

PRILLYA

Luvia and Rin get married in Prillya, have a daughter and leave her in the care of Illya, Miyu and Kuro, What happens when they leave those three with a baby and the kaleidosticks?

FATE/EXTRA

Inspired by a (Literal) Fever Dream I had last night, Gawain prooves he's the strongest knight of the round by quite literally, somehow, cutting the number 2 in half. How does he do this? I dunno, what are the ramifications of slicing the concept of a number in half? Ill leave that for the writer to decide!

FGO

Smut, In the lead up to the last fight with Flauros, Jing Ke and Boudicca say words to the effect of “let’s get drinks after this.” Drunken, glad-to-be-“alive” sex surely ensued.

Smut, Selfcest. Medea Lily angrily tops her older self, who is infuriatingly calm about it.

i feel like mephistopheles and leonardo da vinci would make a sexy mechanical waifu doll out of bombs to prank blackbeard at least once. just some absolutely looney tunes shit.

Erice and Tamamo have some sister talk that ends with Erice trying to kill tama for talking shit about her mom

Smut, Castoria and Cnoc Na Riabh should kiss and make chocolate together. Actually they should kiss naked while covered in chocolate. Sweet doomed yuri

Barghest + Melusine + Baoban Sith + Mash = "WE ARE TAM★LIN AND WE ARE HERE TO ROCK YOUR LOSTWORLD!"

doman getting stuck high up (his final ascension) and naked. trying to come down is a huge risk and now he gotta find a way to get down without getting caught

so everyone who from the LB6 charade (plus Chaldea) have this reunion and stuff. it’s the perfect time for revenge, so morgan and baobhan sith team up to get the ULTIMATE revenge on aurora for her bullshittery. extra points if other characters join in on the revenge, and extra extra points if the revenge is performed by everyone aurora has screwed over

Oberon recognized Percival by his comically large breastplate. Now I need a fic of Oberon... accumulating this familiarity. By being mashed face-first into Percival's tits. Repeatedly.

Prior to Cosmos in the Lostbelt, Guda summons both Oberon and Douman. Being accomplished liars, they both pick up on each other pretty quickly but neither of them can actually say that the other one is lying and plotting something without incriminating themselves so they just have to be incredibly passive-aggressive about it. And then they hatefuck about it

Ritsuka can't look at Medea, Achilles, Jason, Maid Alter, or Emiya because Medea keeps dreaming about Maid Alter Kozkui (I spell that right) and Achilles triple teaming her, while Emiya and Jason watch.

Muramasa being a grumpy dad and forbidding Artoria from seeing Oberon. They aren't dating and never were but now Oberon pretends they were just to mess with him.

Oberon being a grumpy dad and forbidding Artoria from seeing Muramasa. The problem is that they aren't dating, Muramasa is just giving free sword lessons to anyone who wants in Chaldea. But hey, seeing Oberon dying of anger is way funnier :)

Caster Artoria being a grumpy dad and forbidding Oberon from seeing Muramasa. They are dating and they have a romeo and juliet type situation

Angra is running and hiding for his life because caren still wants to have his child and Rasputin is helping because he is totally down to having cursed demonic grandchildren. He must be caught in the end. (Can be anywhere from general to explicit, and a comedy to a horror)

Incest, Gudao and Gudako are siblings who work in Chaldea. However, they don't look much alike, so a surprisingly amount of people aren't aware of that (most of the servants, and whoever at the staff doesn't regularly read their files.) So I mean... if they were to have some sort of relationship here... romantic, sexual, or both... it'd be fine, right? Ideally I'm looking for either "they've been pining for years before going to Chaldea, and they know that's their one shot at being together away from society," or "the very idea was disgusting before, but now their sense of normalty is so fucked up AND they're the only two who can truly understand each other, so you gotta fuck your sibling to cope" scenario, but honestly feel free to tweak the concept as you wish. The only thing I ask is that you keep an emphasis on the taboo of incest. They know what they're doing is wrong and they're only doing it because the end of the world is the one place where they can get away with it.

Smut, multiple Nobu having fun together

Smut, edmond dantes/any, dream sex

GudaCas pet play, but due to trauma and/or magical shenanigans, Guda can’t stop the act and fully believes themselves to be an animal that belongs to Cas.

Smut, Ibuki douji tailfucking the shit out of shuten and guda

O dino Shiki I want to see you get railed Tepeu my love

Danzo sits Fuuma down to discuss something very important: she is dating Sei Shonagon and needs his approval before she asks her to move in. Fuuma reacts like accordingly

Smut, ritsuka fujimaru fucks chaldea itself. theyve been through so much together they deserve to get a bit of catharsis from each other. whether chaldea is humanized in anyway or they finagle to fuck the building directly is up to writer but the sex must be loving.

Smut, incest In a reversal of her PHH self, Morgan gives Herself a dick and rails Artoria until she's sure Artoria is pregnant. Whether it's noncon or not is up to the filler

Smut, Can we get Castoria's dick SUCKED for all the trauma she underwent in lb6? Preferably by the lb6 crew but also like, in general.

Draco locks Paris in a room and starts calling him Sporus, how this continues depends on the prompt filler

Smut, Someone tries to hit in Shuten and reveals he thinks of her as a "legal loli". Shuten decides the only way he can make up for that sleight is by serving as her and Ibaraki's personal fuckpuppet, too drunk on oni wine to fight back.

Smut, The masters have gone missing! Where can they be, all the staff and servants as they scour their base. Oh there they are! In that dingy supy closet no one else knows about. Fucking each others brains out.

I recently learned that Aesc is pronounced "Ash." With that in mind, for your consideration, "Aesc Ketchum."

I somehow just got around to doing Mata Hari’s interlude. In it, she says kings “ need comfort more than anyone in their nations.” And also “Now, tell mommy everything you know.” While holding a man’s head in her lap. There are so many kings in Chaldea it would be either hilarious, wholesome or heartbreaking or all three for her to mother into a weeping mess, sexually or not.

Li Shuwen, Chiron, and Scathatch are talking about their methods of teaching, and Li Shuwen slowly becomes more and more uncomfortable by how comfortable Chiron and Scathatch are with their students dying.

Despite Everything, Artoria never hated her sister, so when Morgan is summoned, so obviously tired, face masked like stone, Artoria does the first thing she can think of, and embraces her sister in understanding. And Morgan breaks. (because I need some catharsis.)

While at the throne at the temple of time guda does just a little thing while nobody is looking. When they go back to chaldea, the entire USA is physically gone

Servants form a union. No quests, no food at the cafeteria, no sex, nothing until work conditions improve(Limit on farming) Da Vinci is also on their side and disabled the command seals

Smut, Blowbang, Ruler Artoria in the middle, with every rough and tumble penis-having Servant (and also Astolfo) facefucking her in turns. She not only keeps her composure throughout, her mascara doesn’t even run; the only sign anything is happening to her at all is smeared lipstick.

A new Assassin just got summoned, and Medea is over the moon to see Kuzuki again. He…has no idea who this woman is, but is so accustomed to just going with the social flow that it takes a solid week before he’s fallen for her all over again…and has no idea if he should tell her he didn’t know her at first. Does he? I dunno.

FGO2

Where did that little crown come from in Artoria’s third ascension? For the purpose of this prompt, it’s a sincere peace offering from Medea…for actions this version of Saber didn’t remember until Medea tried to apologize for it. She winds up wearing it, but why? And how awkward is that conversation?

All of the Artorias suddenly get a wave of very pleasant memories from UBW Good End Saber; quantum Throne Bullshit, probably. Ishtar, Erehskigal, Emiya and Muramasa ought to fear for their pelvises.

Gudacas stuck in a closet together, preferably with a ton of sexual tension and at least one awkward boner rubbing on unfortunate places. Whether they actually fuck or not is up to you.

Guda cant help but constantly touch Morgans Dress, its not even a sexual thing, the material is just really nice and sensorily pleasing. So Morgan does the reasonable thing and gets them one of their own.

Castoria, absolutely sick and tired of the bullshit around here, tries to keep up the nice girl act. When gudako forced her to overwork again, Castoria absolutely loses it, and now people wonder if she’s a berserker pretending to be a caster for fun.

Smut, Bedivere gives sad Tristan passionate head in an attempt to cheer him up because they have other things they need to do for the roundtable already and he’s tired of listening to Tristan sigh and mutter obscurely under his breath

Gudao has the hots for Cu Chulainn. Scathach notices, and decides that he needs to be good enough for her student. Gudao is forced into Scathach bootcamp and tries to survive.

Smut, lb6 prompt where grimr wants to place a strengthening rune on muramasa. on his prostate.

Koyanskaya gets summoned to Chaldea, ready to tear things down from the inside. But they're... weirdly nice? Strengthening her skills, leveling her up, boosting her abilities, hey why are they pushing her towards the simulator hey why do Skadi and Castoria look so tired hey why did they say "welcome to hell" just before she was shoved through the simulator

I want Castoria and Morgan to talk and come to an understanding. Perhaps neither sides will ever forgive each other and perhaps neither side will ever love the other but. At the very least a catharsis has been reached and both can have their hearts be at ease.

Smut, Asterios is trying to be gentle when he and Euryale have sex. She’d tell him not to be…but he’s failing. Horribly, wonderfully failing at being gentle. If it ain’t broke, it ain’t her mind in about an hour.

I want to read a story about Saber defending Sakura from danger while Rider reacts like the victim in an NTR porno

Any

Character of your choice trying to bring up the idea that, maybe, they would like to do cnc as the dom in bed. They can fuck too if you want but mostly I want the focus to be "how the fuck do you tell your sexual partner you want to roleplay forcing sex upon them." You get extra bonus point if the character in question is one that isn't someone you would normally as a suave confident dom (Mash, Mandricardo, Castoria, you know the kind)

[livingdeadvoid]

"If you're going through hell, keep going."

"I'm guessing you knew him from school,,,? His dad asked in a soft voice, placing a calloused hand on his shoulder. He hadn't expected his dad to show up. I mean he didn't really know Issac much. But yet here he was, offering support to the son he didn't know he needed to support. Stiles just stared at the gravestone numbly, finding it difficult to speak the correct words for the situation. His shoulders shrugged lightly, rising and falling at a stiff pace. He nodded slowly though "friends from school," didn't exactly encapsulate their entire relationship.

See Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey, didn't just "know each other from school," They had loved each other. At least that's what Stiles had thought. The two had never been friends. Not until Issac rolled up to school one day all werewolfied. He had been bitten by Derek. Then he was quickly taken away.

The two hadn't really had a chance to really, get to know each other until after Jackson was dealt with. After everything was seemingly solved. It had started out with arguments. Petty comments passed back and forth, turned into screaming matches. Stiles would say something fucked and Issac would retaliate. Soon the two found each other knowing more about each other than anyone else around. Somehow through the mean comments and snarky remarks they had found each other through the darkness that clouded their lives. The yelling had long since quit, instead they comforted each other, helped each other. It became so much. The two began getting drunk off of each other's company. They wanted more, and more of each other. So the two took more and more of each other. Until eventually, "friends from school" didn't fit them anymore. It wasn't even beginning to cover what they were to one another.

The rest of them couldn't tell when Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey became... Well became Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey. Most didn't mind. It was nice without the constant bickering. It was nice to see them together, see them happy. Of course it couldn't last. Neither of them were particularly lucky. The two were in love. Well as in love as two hormonal teenagers could be. It had felt real to them, so who's to say it wasn't? Who's to say they wouldn't have gone to the ends of the earth for one another? Because they most certainly would've. Stiles Stilinski and Issac Lahey were in love. In love with each other and in love with the feeling of one another. They would do anything and everything with each other. Anything they could've and should've. Stiles only wished he had more time, there was still so much left to do.

They had wanted a dog together. A big one. Neither had ever had a pet before. But both wanted one. A husky,,,,that's what they had decided on. Big and fluffy. It wouldn't happen now, not with Stiles standing over Issac's grave. A stray tear fell from his red brimmed eyes. He had already shed so many tears, yet of course there were still more to come. He wiped it away slowly, his limbs too shaky to do anything quickly. He looked back at his dad, giving him a small smile. "Yeah.. friend from school. That's all," he turned back to the Sheriff, giving him a quick thumbs up. He thought he was done lying to his dad. Thought the days of endless half-truths and full on deceptions were over. Clearly he was mistaken. While yes, he had every intention of telling his father he just couldn't. It was too painful. Too fresh. His father sighed, bringing him into a tight hug. "He wasn't just a friend, was he?" Stiles' eyes widened, clearly he couldn't lie to his father any longer. Even though he had wished to. He shook his head softly as more tears streamed from his tired eyes. "He was so much more than that Dad, so much more," he had a painful smile on his face. His grip tightened as he sobbed into the crook of his father's neck.

After the dust had settled, Issac laid on the field lifeless. Stiles rushed to his side but it was too late. The wounds couldn't heal fast enough, blood pouring from them faster than any of them could deal with. He held him in his arms, rocked him as he took his last breaths. Stiles screamed, sobbed, hit, but nothing brought him back. Nothing would bring him back. Because Issac was dead.

"I was in love with him dad,,,, I was in love with Issac Lahey," he spoke the words quietly as he continued to sob.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for not trusting my daughter’s evil counterpart?

…Maybe ‘evil’ isn’t the right word to use. I’m not sure. This will take a lot of explaining.

Okay, so! Hi! This is my (30s F GNC) first time posting to ‘Am I The Asshole,’ but my wife (30s F) has used the site before. You might remember her from her posts about growing our daughter in a test tube and her hating her dad.

Recently, the two of us had an… I don’t want to call it an ARGUMENT, but something came up that we haven’t been able to see eye-to-eye over, and so we decided to post here to get a third opinion.

For some context, though:

We come from a world with multiple parallel universes. One of these parallel universes is the… Mirror World. This world is a twisted reflection of our own; a dimension in which counterparts of every person in this world exist, derived specifically from what we most dislike about ourselves.

For example, my Mirror counterpart is a too-prideful troublemaker who’s loyal to a violent fault. I’ve met him once or twice, and all I can say is I am not a fan.

But that’s not the only reason I don’t like the Mirror World or people who come from it. You see: many years ago, something truly awful happened to me because of that place.

My wife at the time (different from my current wife; I’ll refer to her as my ex-wife from hereon out) (20s F) came into possession of an artifact connected to the Mirror World. And although neither of us knew it at the time, this had a horrifying effect on her.

Forces within the Mirror World conspired against our world, and seeking to gain power, they slowly began to corrupt my ex-wife. They drove her, quite literally, to the point of evil insanity. Not only did she become abusive towards me, but she began to subjugate and oppress innocents; all of this culminating in her needing to be killed just to save thousands of lives.

Needless to say, I was heartbroken. I didn’t even know what happened at the time. I only learned about this ‘Mirror World’ and the dark forces conspiring within it later, and I’ve hated them ever since.

Thankfully, though, I was able to…

I don’t want to say ‘move on,’ because that’s not it. I will always, ALWAYS love my ex-wife. But I… was able to heal a bit. I found someone else who made me happy, and although I well and truly thought I’d never love again, I somehow did. As such, I ended up with my current wife, who I love more than the world. She’s everything to me.

As is my daughter, who I mentioned she grew in a test tube. Said daughter, who I’ll call P (9F) is a very smart, talented girl. I’m very proud of her and love her so, so much.

Which is why I’m so worried.

Recently, P found out about what happened to my ex-wife (who’s a close friend of hers. Long story, but she has spirit medium powers), and she was extremely upset. She wanted to punish the people responsible. And as such, she made an extremely journey into the Mirror World to try and find them.

She didn’t, THANK THE STARS, and she also thankfully wasn’t hurt, but while she was in the Mirror World, she met her own Mirror Counterpart, and her reaction to the doppelgänger has been… disconcerting, to say the least.

Inexplicably, she’s decided they’re friends. Mirror P is rude, standoffish, and impulsive, but P doesn’t care. She’s decided she’s like a little sister. According to her, Mirror P’s parents (Our Mirror Counterparts, I suppose) aren’t nice to her, and so she thinks we should take her in so she has someone to love her.

I… get the gesture, but I just cannot condone it. P is my everything. I cannot let something happen to her. The Mirror World is dangerous. If she continues to interact with it, I may very well lose her. I will NOT fail her like I failed my ex-wife. Mirror P needs to stay the hell away.

I know not all Mirror Worlders are plainly evil. A friend of mine (4M) manages to get along with his Mirror World counterpart. But this is exceptionally rare. More often than not, Mirror Worlders are conniving and cruel. They are quite literally based on everything we don’t want to be.

And not only that, but apparently Mirror P is close to a person who I’ll call ‘Mirror M.’ Mirror M is a monster. He is one of the people responsible for what happened to my ex-wife. He served the dark forces that drove her insane and ultimately killed her. If she trusts him, then she HAS to be bad news.

My wife disagrees, though. She’s suggested I’m being an asshole and says it seems to her like Mirror P is just a scared child in need of support and a home. “Yes, she’s difficult,” she agrees, “But as a reflection of our daughter, it would be cruel to turn her away.”

I can’t NOT though. Not knowing what the cost would be. Please tell me I’m right. Please tell me that Mirror P needs to go. I can’t let her hurt P. If I did, I would never forgive myself. I’ve already lost so, so much. I can’t lose my daughter too.

AITA?

[callsign-bunnie]

Can I get some Price, Gaz, and Alex comfort after that one shot you just did? Please and thank you :)

Of course, thanks raccoon.

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Gaz curled up tightly on the couch, sipping the tea Price had given him. He ignored the way Price paced and ranted and raved. He was so tired but he couldn't sleep.

Violation filled his very soul and he felt like throwing up with every movement.

Alex finally came back to the apartment. He looked... downtrodden. He'd immediately left to find the bastard, but Gaz knew he'd be too far gone. That was the way the world spun. Alex came over and crouched down, taking Gaz's hand, gently.

Gaz melted when he saw Alex had his ring in his hand. Alex slid it on Gaz's finger. "I couldn't find him but I found this. I think it fell off."

Gaz relaxed. Price had stopped moving, just watching them. "You need to go to a hospital."

"I'm not doing a rape kit." Gaz mumbled. "No I've... No. I've seen my friends have to get those done. It would be like reliving it. Besides, they're not going to process it."

"They might." Price grred, but he didn't fight Gaz. "You still need to go to the hospital. Your arm is messed up." His tone softened as he sat on the couch. His demeanor had turned to be more gentle, though this was clearly uncharted territory for him.

Gaz slumped. Price was right. He'd need to get tested... He tensed, suddenly, the fear of pregnancy striking deep in his soul. He couldn't even stop the sobs from erupting out of his body, causing him to slump forward.

The tea spilled everywhere but Gaz couldn't care less. Alex immediately had his arms around him. Gaz didn't get it. His friends hadn't wanted anyone to touch them, afterwards, but Gaz wanted nothing less than for Alex to keep holding him.

Price eventually gently touched his shoulder, rubbing it gently.

Gaz relaxed fully, though he kept sobbing. Alex's scent surrounded him and Gaz felt blanketed by it. "God, what if he got me pregnant?"

"We'll take care of it." Alex shrugged, almost nonchalant. But Gaz could feel the tenseness in his body. It was so subtle anyone else would have missed the rage that was there, held barely at bay. But Gaz knew Alex, well enough, to know that this was a false calm.

Somehow, it only comforted him more. He looked up at Alex, melting as Alex wiped the tears from his face. "You... you still want to marry me, right?"

"What kind of question is that??" Alex frowned deeply. "I want to do so many things. I want to go find that motherfucker and snap his fucking neck. I want to break every bone in his body. And I want to marry you."

Gaz melted.

"Kid, it wasn't your fault." Price spoke up. "It's never your fault."

Gaz shook his head. "I... no, I had the warning sign. I should have been more careful... He... made it pretty obvious in the restaurant what he was going to do..." He felt ashamed. He could have avoided this.

Alex immediately shook his head. "No. No. Do not blame yourself." He almost was ordering it and Gaz paused at the intensity in his tone, tensing a little. Alex leaned down, kissing over his face. "You. Did. Nothing. Wrong." He separated each word with a kiss.

Gaz melted and the guilt started to subside. He nodded, after a moment. Everything would certainly not be alright. But... Alex still wanted to marry him. Neither of them blamed him.

"Can I take a bath?" He asked, after a moment, suddenly aware of how disgusting he felt. "I... I really want to get clean."

Price seemed to hesitate and for a moment, Gaz worried he'd mention the rape kit again, but... instead, he just nodded. "I don't see why not."

"I'll run it for you." Alex said, immediately, and left to the bathroom.

Gaz curled back up into the couch. The tea made him feel sticky but he preferred that to the earlier feeling.

"I'll clean up the couch." Price murmured, after a moment. "Come here." He offered his arm and Gaz immediately moved into it.

"Thank you... Dad..." He rarely used the nickname but Gaz didn't plan to deny himself, that night. He needed Price like he needed a father and Price clearly was willing to fulfill that role.

"Of course, son." Price murmured and kissed his temple.

[marlasomething]

I Always Told You What I Did For A Living (Breagan Week - May 24)

Summary: in which an idea of Brett has terrible consequences and Reagan has to be the one to deal with them.

Relationships: Brett/Reagan

A/N: Written for day 4 of @breaganweekbabeee

Prompt: Torn dress + Dry blood

Word count: 972

CW: murder, alcoholism, problematic aspects of relationships, death of multiple characters, discussions about violence

Also on AO3!

It shouldn’t have ended this way. Nay, that was being too generous: it shouldn’t have begun to begin with. Still, there was no going back.

Deep inside, Reagan had known what she was doing, after kicking out her dad for who knows which time already, but somehow realising this time was going to be different; this time, he wasn’t coming back. She simply hadn’t expected it to be so drastic, so immediate.

So fucking stupid! A regular car accident? And all not because he had been drunk, but just too angry in the moment to PAY ATTENTION TO A CAR DOUBLING SPEED LIMIT?!

She shouldn’t have let Brett stay with her that night, even if they had just slept that first day: she knew she wouldn’t be able to let go of that comfort. She had let go of too many nice things already.

At the beginning, it had been fantastic. No, not fantastic; beyond words . Somehow, their relationship had been inspiring enough for Dolphman to get into a relationship with some former brother-in-arms that had also being summited to bizarre Doctor-Moreau-worthy-experimentations (though he kept insisting he was “ straight with one exception, not like all those good-for-nothing leftist hippies ”, but you cannot ask for too much of some people). Then, Brett did that thing he always did with everyone, all the time: he showed interest in a project she was developing.

Only that, this time, it was a side project she herself was taking as something that was likely to never come to fruition…but that obsessed Brett: a water provider that inhibited all violent instincts in people.

So, he insisted, and insisted…and they eventually tested it. First in just a town, then national-wide, then worldwide. And it fucking worked….for a while, because neither of them (nor anybody else) thought about the potential consequences of having no violent instincts.

The issue was the very same you could have expected if you made people lose their sense of fear: when a situation where being scared is useful appears, they have no tools to know they should run. Here, the trouble was that, if you wished to do harm, you didn’t detect when you were actually doing something unhinged, being almost numb to the harm you were executing…until it was far too late for it to stop.

Cutting down the water supply was easy, but some people had been more receptive than others, and the effects took a while to disappear. And, in some cases, they didn’t.

Still, those people weren’t the worse outcome. That would have been the people who, almost as a withdraw effect, became next to feral as the special water wore out.

One of those people was Brett.

Reagan’s mother’s body lied, lifeless, in the middle of their house. Even if the last months filled of guilt, lack of sleep and trials to find a way out of the issue he had unwillingly created had made Brett thinner and less energetic than he usually was, he was still much more physically powerful than his current mother-in-law. The body he left was not a pretty one to be looked at and, in the middle of her shock, Reagan could only think about how that would have been what would have pissed her mother more.

She kneeled next to Brett. Apparently, this ordeal had been enough for him to go back to normal, and know he was cradling himself while still wearing the nightgown Reagan liked to call sleeping-dress (to what Brett usually answered: “ I wish ”), sobbing so violently Reagan feared for his rib cage.

She should hate him; this had been all his idea. She had felt something was off, something was going to go south from minute one, and had told him. And he had just thought she was being too pessimistic and those fucking puppy eyes…she usually didn’t like puppies much, but with Brett she could do an exception.

She had made too many exceptions with him…and, as she was readying her gun to end the life of the man, as she should…she realised she couldn’t. Nor erase his memory: she wanted to keep him, and she would keep him, even if it wasn’t good for either of them.

She sat next to him, thinking about how this was all also her fault: both her parents had died because she had not foreseen the consequences of her acts clearly enough.

“I am sorry” she couldn’t tell who of them had spoken, but she put her head in his shoulder and just began crying almost as strongly as him. Up to the point they had begun a completely inappropriate and anticlimactic weeping-strength competition.

Then, she stood up, looked at Brett’s torn nightgown; the blood of her mom scattered all over the floor and frowned.

“Her blood is already dry, but I think I can still collect it and turned it into yours so we can sell that she was the one that went…” she shut up; she would rather cut her tongue that pronounced the words that would absolute massacre Brett right now.

Then, she began to work and, before she could even tell, Brett was helping while insisting this was far too much for her to do and giving tips of how to better clean the room up in a casual way (so it wouldn’t be too suspicious).

Reagan allowed herself to smile; how could she have thought about taking him out of her life? Never.

Even if she knew she was going to have to drink to prevent her guilt from completely consuming her…she could convince him to join her; they could made each other functional in their drinking, that would be nice.

After all, their kid was already two; it wasn’t something they couldn’t handle with a little needed handicap.

[dogboyjackkennedy]

Mr and Mrs Kennedy asks coming up

1 - Which one of the Kennedy children remember their traits the best? (Their personality, their looks, etc)

2 - How did they actually look like? What were their personalities actually like?

3 - How old were they when they married/had Peter/had Jack/had Dee?

4 - What were their names?

5 - Which kid resembled Mr Kennedy the most?

6 - Which kid resembled Mrs Kennedy the most?

That’s all

hoo boy, here we go:

funnily enough, Jack does. he was really close to both of them (makes sense: when your parents are accepting when they find out you're trans and have helped you manage your autism (even if none of you knew that's what it was) then it's probably gonna make you really close with them!). it's why their deaths fucked him up so bad.

i might make art of it later, but here's my best attempt at doing a description: Mr. Kennedy - tall, lean man. got some muscle (grew up on a farm, and was also a soldier in WW2 for a bit). he has a prosthetic leg and walks with a cane (got shot in the leg and had to have it amputated; prosthetic leg isn't perfect and causes him to hobble around a bit, so he uses the cane to stabilize himself a little bit). he's got ginger hair, with dark green eyes, and is covered in freckles. slightly tanned skin. he's the youngest son of Irish immigrants. he's a rather calm man, but he's basically Jack if he had 2% more impulse control. also just a fun loving man. he's got a temper, but he's able to keep it in check. loves his wife and kids dearly. Mrs. Kennedy - shorter, and was described as "chubby" by family. only a year younger than her husband, and born in the same month, funnily enough. she's got freckles too, but much fewer than her husband. darker red hair and paler skin than her husband, with dark brown eyes. she's got a tooth gap, one that she'd pass down to her eldest son and daughter. a very warm, welcoming, yet calm woman. rarely ever swears (doesn't mean she hasn't cussed people out in her mind, however), and whenever she does, it's clear that something's serious. definitely a loving mother. very strong-willed; it's one of the things that attracted her husband to her.

their birthdays are in May, for reference. in order: Married - 1944; Mr. Kennedy is 20, and Mrs. Kennedy is 19 (yep, they got married young. neither of their families really agreed with their relationship due to multiple reasons, but Mr. Kennedy's family eventually was like "well, we don't approve of it, but if you're sure this is the woman you want to marry, then we aren't going to stop you." Mrs. Kennedy's family, however, couldn't even get that far. it was enough so that the Siblings only ever really had contact with that side of the family during holidays). Had Peter - 1945; 21 and 20. Had Jack - 1951; 26 and 25 (reminder, this is in March). Had Dee - 1967; 40 and 39. and, even though you didn't ask: Death - 1969; 41 and 40.

Names: Mr. Marshall Neil Kennedy, and Mrs. Diane Reynolds Kennedy (name previous to marriage: Diane Aris Reynolds)

Jack, surprisingly, despite being a trans man, actually ended up taking after his father a lot! got the same kind of hair, similar skin tone to his father (just a shade or two lighter), and has even been described as having a similar face to him. he is, however, not as tall as his father. body type wise, he takes more after his mother. even personality-wise, he takes more after his dad, even if he is more impulsive. (sometimes he wonders if his dad would be proud of him)

Peter takes after his mother, despite being tall and somehow skinnier than his dad. he's got dark red, curly hair like she does, and, as mentioned earlier, has a tooth gap. like Jack, he took after his mom: pretty calm, doesn't swear often and will actually scold Jack for swearing (mostly in front of Dee), etc. (he misses her a lot. he wonders if they think he did a good job, trying to look after his siblings, even if the world was against them)