#just three goofballs figuring out life

[imfinereallyy]

“Good morning, Robs.” Steve nods to Robin’s sprawled figure on their couch.

“Good morning, dingus.” Robin looks up at Steve with a sleepy smile into her morning coffee.

“How was your date last night?” Steve makes a cup of coffee and walks over to the couch. He lifts Robin's legs and lays them across his lap as he settles into the worn-down furniture.

“Oh! It was so good.” Robin perks up. “God, it’s so nice to actually know other gay people in the city and have safe places to go, unlike Hawkins. Violet was so sweet, and she took us to the little lesbian bar on 4th, and we just talked and drank for hours! I felt bad at first about missing movie night with you and Eddie, but I’m sorry, babes, but it was worth it!”

Steve smiles at his platonic soulmate with as much love as he can muster. He’s so happy for her, finding herself in college, especially after the disaster that was Vickie and the post-apocalypse. Besides, he really couldn’t be mad she missed out. “I’m glad you had a good night, Birdie.”

“Steve! You have no idea! She wore this cute skirt with knee-highs, and oh god, I could see her thighs! You know how I feel about thighs.” Robin gave him a pointed look, and Steve couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Thighs were nice. “And she gave me the softest kiss while we were still inside the bar like she wasn’t embarrassed by all my rambling and thinking out loud. Which she said she thought was cute, after I said that out loud. And Steve, I need to tell you about the less soft kisses we had later, but first, I have a question.”

Steve laughed lightly at Robin's antics. She had no idea the power she had. It was hard not to fall in love with her, platonically or romantically. “Sure, Robs. Shoot.” Steve took a sip of his coffee, not thinking much of it.

Robin ever so calmly stated, “Why do you have a hickey on your neck?”

Steve choked on his coffee. He had to lean forward to stop himself from going blue. Robin pushed herself up and pats his back. Steve barely managed out a spluttered out, “What?”

Robin put down her coffee and gave him a kind but pointed look. “The giant ass hickey on your neck. When did you get that.”

“I do not have a hickey on my neck!” Steve’s voice went a pitch higher than normal, not particularly helping his case.

Robin gave him a ‘seriously’ face before she reached over and dug her fingers into the bruise on his neck.

“Owww!” Steve slapped her hand away.

“Want to explain what that is then, Steven.”

Steve scrunched his face up, “Ew, don’t call me Steven.”

“Stop avoiding the question. Why do you have a hickey? As far as I’m concerned, I’m the one who went on a date last night. You only had Eddie over for movie—“ A look of realization crossed Robin’s face before it broke out into pure glee. “No! You didn’t!”

Steve spluttered again, despite the coffee being nowhere near him. “I didn’t do anything!” He continued to deny it.

“Oh you did! You finally did! You made out with Eddie!”

Steve knew it was useless to fight her on it, but he couldn’t help it. He was stubborn. “Ssshh, nothing happened. It’s just a bruise. Stop making this bigger than it is.”

Robin cackled, “Oh Steve, I know I should be mad you’re trying to lie right now. But I can’t be; I’m just too happy. First Violet, and now this? This is the happiest, gayest day of my life!”

Steve put his head in his hands, no longer denying.

“Besides, why are you shushing me? It’s not like there is anyone else here…” Robin trailed off, and Steve could tell the moment she put it all together. If he thought she looked happy before, now she looked straight up devious. “…Oh my god! Steve! Is he in your bed? Is he naked?” Robin was shaking Steve with excitement. At this rate, he would get a concussion from his brain being smacked around his skull.

“…no.” Steve said shyly as images of the night before came to his mind.

The boring movie. Eddie’s head thrown back at Steve’s jokes. The leaning together. Eddie’s grip on Steve’s thigh. The nose brush. The crash of lips. The tearing off of clothes. The stumbling to the bedroom. The moans.

Now is not the time to get a boner. Not while his best friend is still shaking the shit out of him.

“No? Really, so if I go into your room right now, I won’t find Eddie in it?” Robin stared at him. They both got completely still. It was as if that weird telepathy thing the kids always think they have, was actually true. Because Steve can sense it. Can sense that Robin was going to make a break for the door.

She took off in a dash, but Steve was quicker. He tackles her to the ground with a loud ‘oof’. “Get off me, dingus! I need to know!”

Steve tried to pin her to the ground, but she was freakishly strong and yanked him by the hair, “No, Robin, let me have some privacy!”

They tumble around for a few minutes, yelling and scrapping at each other. Neither of them truly got the upper hand. Then suddenly, a door opens. Both Robin and Steve’s heads snap up in the direction of footsteps approaching them.

Then, in front of them, is Eddie in only boxers covered from head to thigh in hickies. “I always forget you two are morning people.” Eddie rubbed the early hours out of his eyes, leaned down to place a kiss on top of Steve’s head, and made his way into the kitchen.

A blush makes its way to Steve’s face but he knows he’s sporting a goofy smile.

“Wow, Dingus. You really marked your territory.” Robin snorts below him. Then Robin leaned over to the side to peek at Eddie’s back. “Is that hickey in the shape of a heart?!”

Steve leapt off of Robin and into the safety of the kitchen, behind the said bruised back.

“So much for soft mornings with you and Robs.” Eddie giggles into his coffee.

Steve just huffed a laugh into the crease between Eddie’s spine and shoulder.

***

happy pride! wanted something soft to get me back in the groove of writing and the start to my pride month pieces.

[marleemutt]

TLDR: im a black trans artist who can use some help right now following the sudden passing of my only sister - her doberman is now the responsibility of my parents and we can use help for his food, supplements, toys etc.

Kofi (help me send Chewy orders to my parent's house)

Wishlist (literally send him things like toys, treats, etc.)

⬇️ more info ⬇️

hey guys

some of you might be aware of this already, but early October, my eldest sibling & only sister suddenly passed away due to a seizure, she had been dealing with epilepsy her whole life.

this has been incredibly difficult for me, and my family. her passing was incredibly sudden, she was only 30.

for the past month or so ive been struggling to find any motivation to draw, and barely able to work.

she was the incredibly devoted owner of a doberman named Remi(Ramsey). Me and my sister traveled 4 hours to pick him up three years ago. He's a goofball who tears up socks and needs constant supervision. My parents love him, but I can tell he is a lot of work for two people who have fulltime jobs and have lived long lives.

I'm going to try to help them take care of him as much as possible, I feel that it's the least we can do to honor my sister's memory, since she loved him so deeply.

My sister always wanted a doberman, for years she would watch videos about dobermans and talk about them to anyone who would listen.

Remi wasn't easy to raise - I shared a room with my sister when she got him in 2020, she still worked a 9-5, five days a week, so I was his nanny for most of his difficult childhood. I was his chew toy for the first year of his life about - but that only made him bond closer to me. If he wasn't following my sister, I was choice #2. Dobermans are "velcro dogs", they were bred to guard their owners, and because of this, they are fiercely loyal. I've been moved out of my parent's place for going on 3 years, and my sister had just moved with Remi out a few months prior to her passing.

A week before my sister's sudden passing, we had to board Remi at my dog daycare job while my family and I took a trip out of state. When dropping him off, although he was happy to see me again for the first time in months, the moment my sister turned her back to him he began to panic. He got through the boarding all right but my coworkers told me he would cry and wait by the door for me or her. When my sister picked him up, they said he jumped all 80+lbs into her arms.

Since my sister's passing, Remi has been directionless. He's with my family, people he trusts, but he's bored, confused, and heartbroken. My sister would often take him to the dog park, social events, on runs, etc. but my parent's can't do that in their age. If my apartment allowed large dogs, I would take him, but I can't, and I see him maybe twice a month if possible.

Ramsey's Christmas List

I made a christmas list for him of things that might help my parents better take care of him. We're trying different food brands out because he struggles with frequent stomach issues, and we can't seem to figure out what food my sister was feeding him. This list is by no means a necessity for him, but I tried to add things to help with his boredom and keep him stimulated when my parents can't give him all their attention.

i do want to state that my family is capable of providing him with the essentials to live, we arent irresponsible. i would just like to help my parents out since a 3 year old 80-90lb doberman is a lot of work to be suddenly placed on them soley. And I worry for his health and well-being sometimes - Remi has a tendency to eat/tear random objects when he's bored.

please consider donating whatever you can. Everything goes directly to him.

thank you for taking the time to read this, and possibly reblog if possible. ❤️

[nerdiqueen]

hang on I have to rant

if you're not already aware, the five-man band is a literary device used to classify teams of 5 characters. it's what I call an external trope, meaning that you fit the trope to the characters, they don't innately have it.

a:tla has a pretty solid one, and it's well known enough, so I'm gonna use it to show you what I mean

it is comprised of:

the Leader, who directs the group and is usually the main character (aang)

the Lancer, who serves as character foil to the Leader and is often a bad-guy-turned-good or rogue element (zuko)

the Big Guy, who solves physical problems for the team and is frequently a goofball (toph)

the Smart Guy, who solves technical/logistical problems for the team and typically serves as an "idea guy" (sokka)

and the Heart, who solves emotional problems for the team- if there's only one girl, she's probably the Heart (katara)

there are three star wars groups I want to look at: delta squad, domino squad, and clone force 99.

first is domino squad, as they fit this trope the easiest.

fives is the Leader, the most strategizing one in the group

droidbait is the Lancer, far less cautious and more prone to injury than the others (the foil to fives' effectiveness)

hevy is the Big Guy, serving the oh-so-common "big gun demolitions expert" variant

echo is the Smart Guy, in the "guys, come on, stick to the PLAN" variant

cutup is the Heart, lightening the mood with jokes (hence the name)

the first to die is droidbait, leaving echo to serve as fives' foil, which allows us to see that fives is probably the most prototypical clone of the bunch. then hevy sacrifices himself, and cutup gets eaten, leaving only fives and echo until the Citadel arc which I haven't yet seen.

then we have delta squad. the thing about delta squad is that there are four of them, and while the four-man band is a thing, they make this perfect incomplete five-man band that I think is really really tasty.

boss (player character) is the Leader, guiding the team

sev is the Lancer, playing the "snarky rogue" archetype

scorch is the Big Guy, again the "big gun demolitions" variant- but with the added flavor of being very by-the-book (which we see the consequences of when he aligns with not only the empire but doctor hemlock himself in tbb)

fixer is the Smart Guy, tech expert

notice anything?

there's no Heart.

and that works. these are clone commandos- meant to be the most effective troops the republic has. they almost never interact socially outside of their squad, and when they do it's kept pretty professional.

we see that again in clone force 99, or as they call themselves, the bad batch

hunter is the Leader, his enhanced senses leaving him the most generalist of the batch (and also he's technically their sergeant)

crosshair is the Lancer, a "silent, ruthless efficiency" type

wrecker is the Big Guy, "big gun demolitions" variant yet again (I told you it was common) in the goofball flavor

tech is the Smart Guy, btw he's really well done and it never feels like he just "knows because he's smart" you can always tell how he figures things out

again, there's no Heart. but wait.

in the Bad Batch arc in clone wars, they pick up another member- echo. we don't see much of echo's interaction with the batch in that arc, but when we come back, echo is solidly in a sort of almost-but-not-quite Heart role. and then.

omega shows up in the "sixth ranger" role, there to shake up the group dynamic. throughout season one, we see omega slowly take over echo's role as Heart- and as this happens, it becomes clear that that was the role he was playing, as he talks hunter through how to best take care of omega. but omega, tagalong kid as she is, is much, much more suited to the Heart role than echo, and she takes his place- which allows echo to run off and have his own adventures with rex throughout seasons two and three, WHICH WORKS because echo is a regular clone who joined the batch later in life and thus isn't quite the same as the others, but omega is a deviant clone just like them!

[wa-kaizen]

How would a tarot reader describe you to them? | PAC

My celebrity PAC was a huge fail, so I figured why not make another one? Something that is more interesting. So, here it is! This will be a romantic pick a card reading! You can think of anyone you are romantically interested in. Your spouse, crush, boyfriend, celebrity crush, literally, anyone. I will also be making a platonic version of this soon.

please consider looking at my services if you are in the mood to do so! ♥︎

pile one# pile two# pile three#

꒰ welcome  ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

— have fun!

pile one ༊*·˚

cards the emperor, the empress, the chariot, badger, elephant, deer, archangel chamuel, archangel christine, archangel purlimiek

┊the message ༉‧₊˚

[ info; the tarot reading providing the service for them is an older lady who has been doing it for years! ]

" Okay, so, your person is someone very strong and diligent. They resist every hardship going their way and they get through everything well! They are someone strong minded, powerful and divine. They might not know it, but you will help them see that.. or see it more! So.. uhm. They might have a very elegant atmosphere to them! It's something about their posture or the way they walk, you will be really charmed by them. They will- well are a bit chic I guess! They are really independent and well natured! Don't let this scare you though this is not bad at all! No, they are quite the opposite from their look. They might intimidate you at first, but they are quite gentle. They are kind- maybe a people pleaser even? They like helping others and listening. They are more of a listener than a talker, but they are good at both. I feel like they have their life together! They are very well balanced out and have a really big heart. I see them being a light worker, or someone who helps others a lot during the work they do! They enjoy giving to others and pleasing them, they have very giving hands. They would also rather do things for themselves than let others do it for them, let that be cooking, work, cleaning ect. They want to be in full control of their life, they have a very strong character. They have a very strong sense of morals and really love nature, I can see them try to inform themselves on as many topics as possible. They are all for freedom and doing the right thing, they don't like to be tied down and have strong options! Though, they have this very gentle side to them, which cries easily and is confused. Which just wants to give and make the world a better place. Which wants to keep fixing things and make everyone happy but puts a heavy weight on their own shoulders because they sometimes feel like it's not possible. Over all, they have a very gentle and kind spirit, someone who just wants better, good for everyone. They put in an effort to understand things for what they are, not what they seem to be. Even people they might hate, they just want to understand. Overall, a very balanced and mature person full of curiosity. "

┊their attitude ༉‧₊˚

They would be over the moon after hearing all that, they wouldn't/won't be able to contain their excitement. They look like a smiley goofball, not being able to hold themselves back whenever they think of you and all the things they heard. The excitement here is immeasurable, they wouldn't/won't/aren't able to wait until they can see you. They are like a child, like a puppy, when they experience something new and they like it. I have this vision of a more masculine figure smiling head to toe, holding their cheeks and moving around while thinking of you. They really didn't expect their reading to be like that. I feel like you fit their image of this kind of 'perfect dream person', so they have a hard time believing that, wow, you are actually real, that kind of person really does exist! Their dream might come true, woah. They got exactly what they wanted to hear, you are exactly what they want to hear, see, touch, make experiences with. They won't even be able to hide it for sure, you will be their everything, even before y'all meet. Puppy love, but they are actually very serious about it. They also wouldn't be able to hide it at all, their mood would dramatically improve, may even last a week if not weeks. They would keep thinking about you, they will love you before even meeting you, their love is one of a kind and definitely not fragile. Definitely hyped for you, your number one fan and supporter. They adore you to the moon and back, no questions asked.

┊first meet ༉‧₊˚

This person will be so hyped y'all, they wouldn't be able to sit in one place, they would keep moving around and fidgeting. They will know it's you, and they wouldn't assume or get it right by coincidence. They will know. You are their dream, come on now! They even meditated to see you, and meet you. They definitely did seek out an extended reading or perhaps even multiple ones. They are just so excited, they will keep trying to look cool, once again, all smiley. Full of life. They would also keep trying to crack jokes, even if they don't land. Most will tho. They won't be admiting how much they waited for you, and how far they have gone to know as much about you as they possibly can. They would be kinda shy, maybe even embarrassed, because usually they aren't much of a cheerful person, however when it comes to you they won't be able to help themselves, they just love you and can't wait to hold you in their arms, they are quite energising. They want to hear everything you have to say and respond well. They want to see if you are as good as they thought, or even better. It will show, they will adore you a lot. Lowkey nervous you will think less of them, so they will try to contain their cool.

┊the mood ༉‧₊˚

꒰ thank you for reading ꒱

pile two ༊*·˚

cards knight of pentacles, six of cups, page of swords, monkey, rabbit, butterfly, archangel metatron, guardian angel, archangel jeremiel

┊the message ༉‧₊˚

" I feel like this person has a lot of doubt in themselves, they struggle with self image and still on their journey to learn to love themselves. They also might have a lot of worries, perhaps they are an over thinker. They might cry a lot, and are in a dark place right now. They will be fine though, you shouldn't worry about them, they will get through this. Their aura and the people around them are immeasurably gentle and full of care. They are brighter than you might imagine them. There is a lot of space for creativity here and a love for arts. It's definitely a form of art they need to do with their own hands, or else it won't get anywhere. It relaxes them and keeps them sane, gives them a sense of safety blanket. A sense of security. They might sound or also look fragile, or 'easy to break', but they can keep themselves up very well, they know their worth and they don't like to be put down. Definitely the type to stand up for themselves, even though they might sometimes find it hard. There are people around them they might have previously been scared to stand up against, but that has previously changed. They are on a journey of respecting themselves more yet handling things more maturely. They have quite a sad energy, but very beautiful. They might be a cancer or an earth sign as well. Actually, there might be something wrong with their memory. Maybe they experience memory losses due to a disorder or from constant stress they are feeling, now don't worry, they can definitely work on this if they put a bit effort in it. A bit of forgetfulness can't hurt anyone, they aren't the kind to forget about important things, things that could put someone in danger. They do pay attention a lot to their environment. They notice the little things, and the big things. Nothing gets past them, their view is also very unique. Little bit melancholic. They are a very good person that's currently trying to find themselves. Their features are actually very soft as well, their skin could be clear. Their hands are very delicate and soft. Hygiene is a big thing for them, especially when it comes to health. Maybe they take it more seriously since the past few years as well. Over all, they are very sweet, just a little lost right now. "

┊their attitude ༉‧₊˚

There is not much to say, as I feel like for most of you your person isn't very spiritual or into these type of things, so they do not take readings or anything for the sort too seriously. However, I do feel like they would keep away longer at night thinking about it though. Turning in their bed before they fall asleep, thinking about what they heard, wondering if it's true or not. But, that's about it, they would quickly forget about it, because as I said, most of them wouldn't take these seriously. However, they would remember it from time to time, and worry. Your person seems like an over thinker type, realistic, yet is still too much in their head a lot. Sometimes it would make them sad knowing that you actually might be in a more depressing state, as they don't think you are happy. They are proud of you of course, just on the other side. I do feel like your person is negative, doesn't have a positive outlook on life in general, so that's that.

┊first meet ༉‧₊˚

I do not think the reading would come to their mind when they first meet you, so sorry! This section is quite short too. - kind of disappointing, right? - I feel like they might be quite exhausted or lack sleep when they first meet you, it would be seen by their eyebags. However, being next to you will indeed put them in a better mood, make them smile, and they will definitely find you ever funny. Definitely the type of funny they didn't quite experience yet but it's their style. They would immediately be interested, though, I don't think they easily fall in love, however! I do think they will definitely want to be friends with you and get closer. This sort of undying subtle interested if you will. They would definitely ask for your socials.

┊the mood ༉‧₊˚

꒰ thank you for reading ꒱

pile three ༊*·˚

cards eight of swords, queen of swords, knight of pentacles, cat, giraffe, kingfisher, seraphim seraphisa, archangel jophiel, archangel dorenka

┊the message ༉‧₊˚

[ if this says anything to anyone, i saw a vision of a very beautiful young black lady being sad before trying to sleep ]

" This person is still dealing with a heartache from the past. Although they have moved on and are more independent, they still have these lingering feelings they can't let go off just yet. They might sometimes not be able to focus because of them, especially when they try to relax. Other than that, they are a really beautiful and strong divine feminine. They do try to always better themselves, and probably have something very important they need to take care of in their life right now! They also really enjoy doing so. It could be a small business, a child, their mental health, a new pet, literally anything that's important to them. They enjoy doing this thing and it keeps them going. There is a lot of positive energy around them. They also might like yellow, or have a very strong yellow in their aura. The small joys of life mean a lot to this person. Taking photos, sitting out in nature, laughing with friends, making memories with friends. Family might also be a big thing for them, especially the mother could play a big part in their life, or they would like to be a mother- or parent! Whatever you prefer. They can be a little sassy here and there, they will give you good laughs for sure, especially while hanging out home actually. You two will both just be yourselves and share stories with one another. Definitely someone you can feel comfortable with because they will always make you feel at home. They don't really care about appearance, they are just hear for a fun time. Emotionally and intellectual stimulation matters a lot to them, so please, make sure to talk a lot with them. As much as possible, they will love you for it. Though, quite is a big win too. They enjoy that, sitting in silence in your own space and just letting each other be is a love language of theirs. It's the vibes. Hanging together and just letting each other be. But, honestly, they are down to almost whatever! They are a very chill person that loves to try out new things and is full of understanding towards others. They don't mind widening their horizons, but they also are fine with staying in their comfort zone. They have full control of their life, so there is barely anything that bothers them or which would worry them. They only care about what's unp.important. "

┊the attitude ༉‧₊˚

Yeah, so, I am sensing two things for this pile. If you are heartbroken over an ex, they will be quite mad, because why do you still care about them bro? They is there, you should care about them. Very jealous, very possessive person. For the other half, if you have a trauma, I do feel like they would share this trauma with you, or have an insanely similar one. They would be very sad over it, maybe even cry? They didn't want you to go through that, because you shouldn't have. It wasn't deserved. They would stay up thinking about it, making themselves depressed. They would get over it tho, no matter which one is the case. I am not going to lie to you, their energy is quite frustrating and draining, haha. However, towards you, they can be quite sweet too. So don't worry about that. I feel like, after they get over their heartache, they will take a notebook and write down everything they possibly can about you. Everything they learned, everything they could gather information on. Not in a creepy way, but they don't want to forget anything about you, it's just how they show their love. Remembering things about you, so they can show you acts of service.

┊first meet ༉‧₊˚

You two at first, will not quite like each other. - Is that correct? - you might get in petty fights, or mock each other. Or simply just not vibe. Which is fine, not everyone hits it off with their person immediately, every story is different. You two will just both remember one another as 'that annoying one'. It's fine tho, at your second meet, you both will like each other more. Not really remembering why did you two dislike each other in the first place. Honestly, your moods will play onto this a lot. Both of y'alls. I can see both of you laughing at a joke while talking. Sitting on a floor in a small room looking at each other. Much more calm setting, warmer colours, better atmosphere. A whole 180. It's quite lovely, you two will talk a lot with each other. For some of you even stay up? Until 2-3 am. I can see you two becoming friends, not immediately, but being on the journey to it, evolving from there.

┊the mood ༉‧₊˚

꒰ thank you for reading ꒱

[krisiplays]

Extended Legacy Disney Princess Challenge

Sul sul!

The original Disney Princess challenge is all fine and dandy, but I found it lacking when compared to challenges such as the Not So Berry Challenge. I did some research to see if I could figure out why, watched a ton of simmers play the challenge, and I came to the conclusion that it's just a little too open-ended. Not So Berry is beautifully structured without railroading simmers which keeps it entertaining and fun throughout all 10 generations. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and now I present to you my version of the Disney Princess challenge... which I am affectionately calling the Extended Legacy Revised Disney Princess Challenge.

Please do NOT claim this revision as your own. I worked really hard on this and would like to be credited appropriately for it. Also, linking to the original creator of the challenge if you DO share this would be the right thing to do.

NOTE: This challenge has not been playtested as of the time of this posting. I'm hoping to begin a new series on my Youtube channel starting in early-to-mid April that will go over the challenge and will allow me to make tweaks as needed since I think I might have gone a little bit overboard! Also, if you don't have certain packs, feel free to fudge it a little.

Link to original Disney Princess Challenge: https://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/784536/the-disney-princess-10-gen-challenge

Generation 1: Raya

"The world's broken. You can't trust anyone."

You grew up in a divided world, with conflict all around you. You have always believed in the magic of the world and in others until your trust was broken as a child. You must begin this challenge as a child (create both parents).

Traits: Gloomy, Good, Goofball

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Career: Politician

- Must have a best friend as a child that becomes an enemy when you become a teen, then rekindle that relationship as an adult.

- Must be good friends with a child, elder, young adult, and adult at the same time.

- Make it to the top of Mt Komorebi and have lived in at least three different worlds throughout your lifetime.

- Complete the Neighborhood Confidante aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in the Charisma and Mountain Climbing skills.

- Master the Politician career.

- Have at least one child.

Generation 2: Moana

"One day I’ll know how far I’ll go."

You grew up as the heir to a legacy; however, you want to explore and see the world. You know your choices make you who you are and you hope that one day they will show you the world and all it has to offer.

Traits: Child of the Islands, Child of the Ocean, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Career: Conservationist

- Must have a close relationship with your Grandmother who dies before you become a young adult. Be friends with her ghost.

- Must own at least one chicken and own a boat.

- Must become good friends with the Sulani island spirits.

- Master the conservationist career and choose the career path “Master of the Sea” (marine biologist branch).

- Visit or move to Selvadorada as a young adult and explore the hidden temple.

- Must move back to Sulani as an adult.

- Complete the Outdoor Enthusiast aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in the Fitness skill.

- Have two children (twins may make the next gen easier).

- Live the rest of your elder life in Sulani.

Generation 3: Anna

"We used to be best friends, but now we’re not."

Living on an island prevented you from getting much exposure to the outside world. Your sister was your best and only friend, but after an unfortunate accident, she became quiet and hid herself away. All you wanted was to be with her, but she never let you in.

Traits: Cheerful, Goofball, Childish

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Your Choice

- Must live in only one location your entire life (wherever you choose to live after becoming a young adult and moving out).

- Must have both parents die early.

- Must be best friends with your sister as a toddler and child, but lose that friendship with her just before you become a teen until you become an adult.

- Must have no friends except for your lovers and your sister until after you reunite with her as an adult.

- Complete the Soulmate aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in the Charisma skill and level 5 in the Rock Climbing skill.

- Must have one failed relationship before getting married to your one true love.

- Must have four children, the oldest one being much older than the other three

Generation 4: Merida

"If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?"

Your mom sure had her hands full with the four of you. She expected you to be the leader of the pack, but all you wanted to do was find your own way. You never seem to be able to do anything right in her eyes. Because of this you rebel as a teen and run away from home to seek a better life.

Traits: Unflirty, Hot Headed, Mean

Aspiration: Athletic

Career: Athlete

- Must run away as a teen and live with an elderly lady who takes you in.

- Must have a good relationship with your siblings but a bad relationship with your mother.

- Must make 5 enemies and have no friends (except for the elderly lady) until you become an adult.

- Never have any romance with anyone. If you do gain romance with someone, you must make them dislike you.

- Reach level 10 in the Fitness and Handiness skills.

- After the elderly lady, your only friend in the whole world, dies and you become an adult, attempt to reach level 10 in the Wellness skill to try to learn to control your emotions and become a better person.

- Once you have achieved at least level 8 in the Wellness skill and become an elder, reunite with your family and fix your relationship with your mother.

- Complete the Athletic aspiration.

- Master the Athlete career and choose the Professional Athlete branch.

- Never have any children of your own. Adopt a child as a young adult and never have a good relationship with them until you become an elder.

Generation 5: Rapunzel

"You were wrong about the world, and you were wrong about me."

You don’t remember your real mother. Your adopted mother never understood you and didn’t like or trust the outside world, so you grew up in solitude. You love art and want to share your love with the outside world.

Traits: Creative, Art Lover, Cheerful.

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Painter

- Must never leave the house and must be homeschooled.

- Must never have any friends or romantic relationships until you meet your one true love.

- Must reach at least level 8 in the Painting skill before you become a young adult.

- As a teen, sneak out past curfew when the “Humor and Hijinks” festival is happening and participate in all events. Talk to sims and try to find one with either the Kleptomaniac trait or one who is on the criminal career path.

- When you return home, get in a fight with your adopted mother until you become enemies. Walk out and never speak to her again until she’s an elderly woman.

- Marry the sim you met during the “Humor and Hijinks” festival during the “Romance” festival.

- Reach level 10 in the Painting and Baking skills. Reach at least level 3 in the Knitting, Cross-Stitch, Guitar, and Cooking skills. 

- Complete the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration.

- Master the Painter career and choose the “Master of the Real Branch” career path.

- Have at least one child.

Generation 6: Tiana

"The only way to get what you want in this world is through hard work."

Your mother was a painter and your father was a criminal. You didn’t grow up with a lot of money and you dream of having more. You start working early in your life and hope to one day become your own boss.

Traits: Foodie, Ambitious, Outgoing

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Culinary, Restaurant Owner

- Must start working in fast food as a teen.

- Must get straight A’s in school.

- Must have one close friend who is rich or is a celebrity.

- Work odd jobs on top of your hourly job. Pinch and save every penny you earn.

- Buy a restaurant that is torn down and very small. Use all of your savings to turn it into the fanciest place in town!

- Must have at least three waiters, two chefs, and five stars.

- Reach level 10 in the Cooking and Gourmet Cooking skills.

- Master the Culinary career and enter the “Chef” branch.

- Marry a sim with green (this can be hair, eyes, skin, etc). 

- Complete the Master Chef aspiration.

- Adopt or have a child once you have at least a three star restaurant.

Generation 7: Mulan

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most beautiful of them all."

Your mother worked hard so you could have a better life. She worked herself half to death ever since she was a teenager and all you want to do is provide her with a life of ease. You’re not very close to her because she worked so much, but when the restaurant starts going under due to fake bad reviews and things beyond your family’s control, you decide to take matters into your own hands and catch the people responsible for destroying your mother’s dream.

Traits: Family-Oriented, Proper, Active

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Detective

- Must get straight A’s in school.

- Must be good friends with all of your family members.

- Become a Global Superstar level celebrity.

- Master the Detective career and become the Chief.

- Reach level 10 in the Fitness, Logic, and Charisma skills.

- Fall in love with a co-worker once you reach the top of your career.

- Complete the Successful Lineage aspiration.

- Have at least one child.

Generation 8: Pocahontas

"You think I’m an ignorant savage. You’ve been so many places, I guess it must be so."

You were very comfortable growing up, your parents made sure of that. You knew and understood the world you lived in and nothing seemed strange to you. That is, until you met someone from an entirely different world than you. Now your life has turned completely upside-down and the adventures you find yourself on are out of this world.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Animal Enthusiast, Loyal

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Career: Astronaut

- Must be good friends with at least three different animals.

- Must have at least two pets.

- Must build a rocket and travel to Sixam.

- Must be friends with at least 3 aliens.

- Must have a romantic relationship with an alien on your first visit to Sixam, but marry the next alien you have a romantic relationship with the next time you visit Sixam. They cannot be the same alien.

- Avoid contact with the outside world after marrying the alien and move into your parent’s home to care for them during their final years.

- Complete the Friend of the Animals aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in Rocket Science, Logic, and Fitness and level 5 in Pet Training.

- Master the Astronaut career and choose the “Space Ranger” branch.

- Have at least one child.

Generation 9: Jasmine

"A whole new world, a hundred thousand things to see."

You come from a long line of rich, famous people, but you never understood it. You appreciate the comforts and privileges you have, but you hate the duties that come with it. As a child you were always told to be on your absolute best behavior and never speak about your father’s origins. The world just wasn’t ready for that. You always wanted to explore beyond the walls of your family home and experience life to the fullest.

Traits: Materialistic, High Maintenance, Cat Lover

Aspiration: City Native

Career: Freelance Photographer

- Must have a cat that is your companion.

- Have a maximum of one best friend until you leave home.

- Get engaged as a young adult and leave them at the altar (you can cheat the engagement so they have no romance).

- Run away with your cat after the failed wedding and reduce your funds to 0 after purchasing the cheapest apartment in San Myshuno. The apartment must have the “Needs TLC” lot trait.

- Meet a poor sim who is in the criminal career.

- Elope with that sim.

- Stay in all of the vacation/rental locations in each world for at least three nights each.

- Have at least 50,000 simoleons from just the criminal career and selling photographs of the places you visit.

- Complete the City Native aspiration.

- Reach level 5 in the Photography skill.

- Have at least one child once you have at least 25,000 simoleons.

Generation 10: Belle

"People think I’m odd, so I know how it feels to be different."

Your family never had much while you were growing up, so you had to find free ways to spend your time. You always loved books and visited the library so often that it felt like your true home. Knowledge is what you crave, not romance. On a vacation to a strange new place, you find yourself trapped in your worst nightmare: in the clutches of a horrible monster looking for love.

Traits: Genius, Book Worm, Cheerful.

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Career: Writer

- Must be good friends with your father.

- Have no friends until you add Greg to your family.

- Visit Moonwood Mill as a young adult and get into a fight with Greg.

- Add Greg to your family (shift+select, Add to Family) and move into the Moonwood Mill Library (you can change the lot type to residential) OR build your own library palace a la Beauty and the Beast ;)

- After you add Greg to your family, befriend at least all the leaders of the wolf packs (bonus points if you befriend all the werewolves in Moonwood Mill).

- Befriend Greg.

- Read all the books on Werewolves until you can no longer gather information from them.

- Cure Greg and then marry him.

- Once you have married Greg, move out of Moonwood Mill. You CANNOT live in any directly-occult world (Moonwood Mill, Forgotten Hollow, etc).

- Complete the Bestselling Author aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in Singing and Writing skills.

- Master the Writer career.

- Have at least one child.

Author notes: This challenge is a little harder than the others, so feel free to cheat some stuff to help your relationship with Greg. However, you may NOT directly cheat your relationship levels with him. You also must NOT become a werewolf. You must stay human.

Generation 11: Ariel

"Someday I’ll be part of your world."

Your family strived to fit in with humanity, but you never saw anything wrong with being different. Maybe it’s your father’s ties to the moon that led you to fall in love with the ocean, or maybe you hear a call from the distant past. Either way, you love collecting all things related to the water and one day you find something that changes your life forever.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Child of the Ocean, Active

Aspiration: The Curator

Career: Conservationist

- Complete at least 5 of the following collections in your lifetime: MySims Trophies, Metals, Crystals, Elements, Fossils, Frogs, Fish, Feathers, Seashells, Buried Treasure, Message in a Bottle.

- Find and eat mermaid kelp and become a mermaid before you become a young adult.

- Fall in love with a pretty Sim that is in the Fisherman or Diver career.

- Complete The Curator aspiration.

- Master the Conservationist career and choose the “Marine Biologist” career path.

- Reach level 10 in the Fitness, Singing, and Fishing skills.

- Have at least one child.

Author notes: It’s just reverse little mermaid lol. 

Generation 12: Aurora

"I walked with you once upon a dream."

You never really cared for getting up at 6am to comb the beaches for seashells. You’d rather just stay inside, sit around, and lazily flip through a book or maybe just sleep forever. Ah… sleep. Doesn’t that sound nice? Your mom is a fish and your dad is just some pretty boy that lives on a secluded island, so you’re not exactly the most motivated person in the world. Your looks are about all you’ve got going for you. Your primary motivation is avoiding the sun and getting some zzz’s.

Traits: Lazy, Slob, Clumsy

Aspiration: Lady of the Knits

Career: Self-Employed - Sell your Knitted Creations

- Can have a maximum of 3 human friends.

- Reach level 10 in the Knitting skill before becoming a young adult.

- Reach level 15 in Vampire Lore before becoming an adult.

- Move to Forgotten Hollow as a young adult.

- Befriend a vampire and convince them to turn you.

- Become a Grand Master Vampire and move into the Straud Mansion (go ahead and kick the old bat out. heh)

- Hide/hibernate in the creepy Straud Mansion basement until you receive word that your parents and all your friends have died.

- Complete the Lady of the Knits aspiration.

- Reach level 10 in the Pipe Organ, Violin, and Piano skills. Reach level 5 in the Dancing skill.

- Once all you know and love is gone, re-awaken.

- Have twins, then a third child (you may cheat for the twins).

- Must have a good relationship with your two oldest children, but once your youngest baby becomes a child, hibernate in your coffin for the rest of your existence.

Generation 13: Cinderella

"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep."

You spent a lot of time trapped indoors, peeking behind the perpetually-drawn curtains trying to absorb any amount of sunlight. You don’t have a good relationship with your older siblings, so you spend your lonely days cleaning the mansion and talking to your forest friends to make the time go by. One night you can’t stand the loneliness anymore, so you dress up and run off into the night looking for friends, love, and adventure.

Traits: Neat, Romantic, Dance Machine

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Your Choice

- Must have no human friends until you run away as a young adult.

- Must not leave the lot until you run away during the “Pumpkin Ball” festival.

- Place a “Wild Rabbit Home” and “Flock of Wild Birds” on the lot (found in build mode. You may cheat for this) and befriend the rabbits and birds.

- Must have a poor relationship with your older siblings and parents (you can give the older siblings negative traits such as mean, mischievous, etc to help with this).

- Must cook every meal that you eat, but you can only cook family sized meals and you can only eat the leftovers.

- On your young adult birthday, create a new holiday called the “Pumpkin Ball” and add the activities “Countdown to Midnight”, “Wear Costumes”, “Party Spirit”, “Romantic Spirit”, and “Spooky Spirit” (for the pumpkin carving) and set the decoration theme to either “Spooky” or “New Year’s Eve”.

- Dress up and run away once the holiday is active and visit a popular venue. Find and romance a sim with the “Romantic” trait.

- Once the holiday has ended, return home and get in a fight with your sisters and become enemies with them.

- Elope with the sim that you met and move to Granite Falls.

- Reach level 10 in the Singing and Dancing skills.

- If something becomes dirty while you are on the lot you must clean it.

- Have at least one child.

Generation 14: Snow White

"Come on, perk up! Won’t you smile for me?"

You spent all of your childhood roaming the woods, collecting herbs and helping your mother in the garden. You didn’t have a care in the world and you loved your parents dearly. You wish you could spend all your time at home outside exploring the woods, but your mother insisted you get a good education. Things aren’t going so well at school because the most popular girl bullies you relentlessly. You never understood why, until you overhear her boyfriend saying that you’re prettier than her! You decide to run away so that you don’t cause any more problems, but it breaks your heart to leave your parents.

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Vegetarian, Cheerful

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Self-Employed - Sell your vegetables and canned goods.

- Must have a close relationship with your parents.

- Must make enemies with a girl at school and get in a fight with her.

- Must run away as a teen and move to Henford-On-Bagley and help out the locals as much as possible.

- Must have seven friends in total (not including your parents) in your lifetime.

- Must have a garden and be friends with at least one of each of the local wildlife (birds, rabbits, foxes).

- Must grow an apple tree but never eat any of the apples.

- When you become a young adult, reunite with the popular girl’s old boyfriend and spark a romance.

- Add the boyfriend to your family, then die from poison (you may cheat for this).

- As the boyfriend, plead with Death for Snow White’s life and resurrect her (you may also cheat for this if the boyfriend is unsuccessful).

- Elope immediately after being resurrected, then have 5 children. Become pregnant, then either kill your husband or have him leave you. The last pregnancy must be twins (you may cheat for this. You must have seven children in total with the same dad).

- Each child must have one of the following traits: Gloomy, Glutton, Mean, Unflirty, Lazy, Slob, or Evil

- Each child must reach level 3 in all toddler skills before aging up.

- Each child must have all A's in school before aging up into a young adult (a la 100 Baby Challenge)

- Each child must age up with at least three positive character values.

- Reach level 10 in the Parenting, Gardening, and Herbalism skills.

- Must live on a lot with the “Off-The-Grid” trait.

Author notes: Congratulations! You’ve completed the Extended Legacy Revised Disney Princess Challenge! I hope you enjoyed this challenge and feel free to message me @krisiplays on Instagram or here on Tumblr to give me any feedback. I haven’t fully playtested this challenge so I'm sure there are plenty of issues with it, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on it!

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SNAP Summary- You’d never seen Dean so angry, especially at you and he was a pretty aggressive guy. Companion piece to Not A Fool & Part 2

Pairing- DeanXReader Warnings- 18+ only, swearing, canon divergence, violence.

A/N- This has been sitting in my drafts for many months and I thought I should just let it be, not edited, sorry.

The hunt, in your opinion, hadn’t gone too badly, or rather as badly as it could have. Both of you were breathing and still in one piece so you couldn’t really say it was a total fail.

You thought back to the morning two days ago when you and Dean had driven out of Harvelle’s farm, the sun was out and Dean was smiling wide in the passenger seat making jokes to try and coax you out of your bad mood. You’d stopped for food as soon as you drove into town, Dean had practically waxed poetic about some Baconater burger he’d discovered on his travels, he’d been right too, you’d have dreams about that burger. Then it was straight to business to get the low-down on the deaths from the local cops, the case was a slightly confusing one, the timelines were off somehow, but neither you or Dean could put your finger on it.

You wondered now if Sam had been here instead of you if the surprise ambush would have been avoided.

Dean had kept good on his promise to let you take the reins and up until the point where you were being strangled by one of three serial killing spirits in an abandoned run down house in the woods, it had actually been fun.

It had been a nice reprieve from how things had been before you went to Harvelle’s. Dean had been different, more closed off from you then he had ever been, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

You and Dean had fallen into friendship quite easily, well after the initial drunken come-on and subsequent rejection on your part. Dean had even taken you out to buy cassette tapes, on one of their visits to Bobby’s, when you told him you were thinking of putting something more modern than a tape player in the Chevelle. He’d been passionately against you screwing ‘her’ up and even more offended when you told him you’d never listened to any Motorhead or Black Sabbath. So off you both went into Sioux Falls to a small old school cassette store where he picked out a bunch of Dean Winchester approved albums while explaining why you needed them, no Led Zeppelin though since the store was out much to Dean’s dismay.

As Sam and Dean were packing up to leave the next day Dean had walked over to you a little sheepishly and handed you a cassette of his favourite Zeppelin album with orders not to break it or there’d be dire consequences. Sam had looked slightly bewildered so you figured this was not a common gesture from Dean.

After that day you realised you may have judged him a little too quickly, yeah Dean was definitely a womanising, whisky loving, charming goofball with a whole lotta baggage, but above all that he was undeniably a very good man.

You had since genuinely looked forward to the sound of the Impala rolling into Singer’s Salvage Yard knowing that you’d get to hang out with Sam and Dean for atleast a night, well if Bobby didn’t banish you on the grounds of ‘serious shit’ they had shown up for. You didn’t mind about that at all since you weren’t interested in getting involved in any demon or angel business at the time.

Alot of good that did now that Lilith was on your ass.

When Dean found out Lilith wanted you he decided to start treating you as if you didn’t have a competent bone in your body. He was harsher with you and you weren’t really in the mood for his bullshit considering you were still having a hard enough time accepting that you couldn’t just tap out when it got too scary now.

So you had enjoyed the shift back to the old Dean for the last 48 hours.

You glanced over at Dean who was driving your car, you didn’t think it wise to argue with how tightly clenched his jaw was, it was a stark contrast to the easy smile you’d seen from him as he sat shotgun on the way here. Dean hadn’t spoken to you since he half carried you out of the burning house. You pulled away the jacket you were pushing against the gash on your shoulder, blood had seeped through the fabric of your long sleeved shirt starting up near your shoulder and ending near your elbow, you could just see the nasty cut through the rip. You didn’t even know what slashed you, once you entered the rundown house in search of bones to burn, in the basement according to a bunch a traumatised teenagers, Dean didn’t even have time to fully open the door to said basement before the ambush began.

You traced your fingers over your throat , it was already tender to touch. The feeling of being strangled was fresh in your mind, the tightening of whatever the spirit had wrapped around your neck from behind pulling hard and lifting you off the ground, gasping for air and desperately trying to get your fingers underneath it to loosen it’s hold. You don’t think you’d ever been so scared in your life, that was the first time you actually thought your number was up.

Movement caught your eye and you turned your head to look at Dean, his eyes were trained on the fingers on your throat, you dropped your hand into your lap and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. You took a deep inhale at the anger in them, you’d never seen Dean so angry, especially at you and he was a pretty aggressive guy. He quickly looked back to the road, but you saw his hand tighten around the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.

You were at a loss for any reason he was so mad at you, you did everything right, yeah you set the entire basement on fire in a panic, but it worked. Your own anger was starting to build inside your chest, you knew what was waiting for you back at the hotel room, you’d be getting a lecture about how this is the reason you shouldn’t be hunting alone. Honestly you will be the first to admit you didn’t want to hunt, you were perfectly happy safe and sound at Singer Salvage answering phones while Bobby was out on hunts and researching lore from Bobby’s infinite shelves of books.

Finally Dean swerved into the motel parking lot pulling the car into a space infront of the room he made you share with him, despite your protest about wanting a double bed. Dean turned off the car with a heavy sigh. He licked his lips like he was gearing up to say something, he moved to face you eyes flicking between your wounds, his face closed off again suddenly and he was out of the car before you could speak.

You followed him silently to the door as he roughly unlocked it and pushed it open, you closed the door behind you awkwardly standing with your back to it still pressing your jacket to your arm.

“How bad is it?” Dean asked flatly as he sat on his bed.

“It’ll need stitches” you replied, your voice hoarse.

“Shower” Dean gestured to the bathroom door as he ran a hand over his face looking anywhere but at you. You didn’t answer as you grabbed your duffel bag and slammed the door behind you.

You balked at your own reflection in the mirror, you’d been through it alright, you looked like hell. You leaned toward the mirror to inspect the bruise that was already a dark purple around your throat and winced. You let out a long sigh and got to work on getting your shirt off, some of the blood had dried so not a pleasant experience.

The cut looked pretty gnarly, it ran from the top of your shoulder stopping about half way down your bicep. After your shower you went through your bag finding the only black tank top you’d packed and a pair of grey sweatpants, you blowdried your hair grateful the smoke smell hadn’t hung around, you tried to focus on the task at hand rather than letting yourself get worked up at the conversation awaiting you behind that door.

You finally had to force yourself to leave the bathroom, Dean was sitting at the small table in the room, he was holding a bottle of whiskey that you knew was much fuller this morning. Dean kicked a chair infront of him forward gesturing for you to sit. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch” Dean said as you sat down.

“I figured” You replied taking the bottle of whiskey from him and taking a swig, your face screwed up at the burn in your throat, but you took another for good measure.

He took the bottle back of you and placed the opening at the top of your gash, you jerked away as the liquid ran down your arm, holy shit it burned.

“Gotta stay still” Dean murmured as he picked up the needle and thread

You quickly pulled your hair aside staring straight ahead trying to make your body relax as Dean used his hand to move your left arm where he needed. You felt the cold tip of the needle press against your skin and braced yourself. Dean hesitated for a moment before breathing deep and pushing it in.

“If you need to stop tell me” This was the least monotone he'd sounded all night.

“Just get it done” You closed your eyes and tried to breathe deep, you’d sit through this in one go from sheer pride at this point.

“How’s the face?” You asked, he’d gotten a nasty hit to the jaw and a bruise was starting to darken across his cheek.

“Fine” Dean answered bluntly.

You breathed out a deep sigh, no conversation then.

The silence was making you nervous, the suspense of waiting for him to say something, anything was getting too much. You dreaded the argument the whole car ride, but now that you were getting the silent treatment you were ready to hash it out

“Done” Dean said throwing the needle on the table. You felt your body relax in relief, it was still throbbing like hell.

You turned your head, the bruise on his face was not fine it was spreading further by the minute, His expression was tense and his movements sharp. He pushed himself out of his chair and walked towards the small kitchenette grabbing his wallet.

“Dean" you stood to walk towards him, resigned to get him out of this shitty mood.

“Hungry?” He answered gruffly.

“Dean” You said again more forcefully.

“I’m goin’ to get pizza” he darted past you for the door.

“You gonna give me an ‘i told you so’ or not?” You ran a hand through your hair, you were getting bored of this already.

“What’s the point of that, huh?” He whipped around so quick you stepped back even though he was five feet away from you, you weren’t expecting him to raise his voice so suddenly. He’d spent the last hour quietly seething, now he was boiling over.

“Well, you obviously have something on your mind, Dean” you dragged your voice out provokingly.

“Damn right I do, everyone’s lost their frickin’ minds sending you out here alone, especially you! You just want me to sit on my ass at Ellen's until I have to come find whatever's left of you in some Podunk back road town?” He crossed the room towards you, his face dark, you could understand why people and monsters feared Dean Winchester, but you’d be damned if you backed down now.

You leaned back against the kitchen counter arms crossed tightly infront of you. Your arm was throbbing harder from the movement and Dean’s asshole mood was really pushing you to the edge of your patience.

“What the fuck is your problem?” harshly left your mouth before you could stop it.

“You know what my damn problem is, if you were on this hunt alone-“

“No” you interrupted loudly “not just today, I mean in general”

Dean gave you an incredulous look that finally set you off.

“Are you really gonna stand there and pretend like nothings going on? I’m not stupid Dean” You tightened the grip on your crossed arms trying very had not to raise your voice.

“(Y/N) i’m- ” Dean rubbed his fingers across his eyes.

“Because you’ve been pretty damn distant lately and call me crazy I thought we were friends” you pushed yourself off the counter closer to Dean.

“We are, that’s why i know you can’t handle this”

“What do you expect me to do, just stand there and scream? ‘cause it sounds like that's exactly what you’re asking me to do!” You were yelling now.

“I'm asking you to stay out of it, lay low and let us deal with it, this isn’t your fight” Dean was yelling back at you, you'd never admit out loud the shivers that went down your spine at the deep timbre of his voice.

“It is my fight, Lilith made sure of that”

“Well if your best is anything like tonight you’re going to get yourself killed!“ He roared.

“Do you think i want this? I wanted to go home, do you know how scared I am?” Your voice broke but, you were too angry to be embarrassed about it “I’m very aware that when she comes for me there’s no stopping her, but i’m atleast gonna go down fighting"

“What do you mean there’s no stopping her?” Dean snapped back stepping closer, his face incredulous and strained.

“It’s Lilith, no one can!” Your voice sounded half hysterical, Dean of all people should know this.

“Just do what i say and she wont get anywhere near you, stop making this so fucking difficult!” Dean’s was was getting more rage filled by the second.

“Oh, so your gonna protect me from Lilith, are you?” You replied raising your eyebrow. Dean’s jaw clenched, he was so close to you now you could feel his breath on your face “how exactly is that gonna play out? because from what i’ve seen every attempt to stop her hasn't worked” You yelled the last part so loud you were surprised at yourself.

“If Lilith wants you she’s gonna have to go through me and she ain’t gettin’ through me” Dean’s bellowing, deep voice echoed across the room. The resolute way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, his expression was wrathful. The full weight of those words hit you so hard you took a deep breath in surprise, it hadn’t occurred to you that Dean was willing to put himself in between you and the most powerful Demon they knew.

“I-“ You opened your mouth to respond, but a strangled, embarrassing, noise left it instead, you couldn’t think of a response with Dean’s determined gaze staring you down. You could feel the heat of his skin on your own, suddenly you felt much too close to Dean and needed to get space between you.

You didn't have time to put the thought into action before Dean shot forward pressing his mouth hard onto yours, his hands grabbing your arms. It only lasted a moment before he was pulling back and letting you go, he looked as surprised as you must of, only you felt yourself following his mouth, heat burning red across your face when you realised what you were doing.

You stopped yourself from following through, startled at your own reaction, but didn’t move back. Dean’s eyes bounced from your lips to your eyes and back again before he once again moved to fill the space between you, mouth pressing over yours.

There was nothing, slow or sweet about it, your lips moved against each other harshly, needy and wet. His hands were on your waist then sliding up your back pulling you closer until you were pressed together, you still felt like you couldn’t get close enough.

Dean pushed you backwards until your back hit the kitchen counter, his mouth left yours pressing opened mouth kisses along your neck, it was all too much, your arm was throbbing with pain, your chest was heaving and small breathy moans and whimpers were leaving your throat as his hands slid underneath your shirt.

You were pulling at his flannel wanting him closer while your other hand ran through his hair, suddenly you were moving upwards as Dean placed you down on the counter, he stared at you for a moment, green eyes wide and full of want before smashing his lips back onto yours, his hands were back caressing a path up your spine while you held his jaw in both of yours.

Your shirt was being roughly pulled off, your arms suddenly over your head as his gaze took in the sight of your breasts, you hadn’t even bothered with a bra after your shower. He swiped his thumb over your hardened nipple making your body jump at the spark that traveled down to your core, his eyes flicked up to yours dark and needy as he kissed you again, softer than before. He moved his lips back to your neck as his one of his hands cupped your breast, he was driving you crazy. You pushed his flannel off his shoulders and yanked at his black t-shirt until he lifted it over his head.

A noise pierced through your clouded head, a phone was ringing. You turned your head to look to the side until you saw your phone lighting up on the kitchen table, before you could put together a cohesive thought Dean’s hand grabbed your chin and pulled your face back to him, tongue diving into your mouth.

His arm circled around your back and lifted you off the counter until you were pressed tightly to his chest, his skin against yours made you gasp as he let out a deep moan into your mouth, your legs tightened around him holding on. Your head was foggy, you don't think you’ve ever wanted anyone more than you wanted Dean right now.

He ducked his head down flattening his tongue across your nipple, you threw your head back and buried your fingers in his hair as he started sucking, too much, too much but still not enough. You’d never been kissed like this, never been touched like this before. He was so strong and broad, his arms full of muscle, he made you feel safe and warm.

“Dean” your voice sounded hoarse and breathless.

He dropped you down to the counter still pulling you close and making sure your skin was touching everywhere.

“Never thought you'd let me do this” He breathed between wet kisses “Never thought you’d want to”

“I do” You gasped desperately reaching for his belt, he let our a noise almost like a growl and grabbed at your sweatpants and underwear pulling both of them down your thighs at once, you were aching for him, you couldn't wait anymore.

Suddenly he was gone.

Dean had moved back and slammed his hand on the counter beside you before stalking across the room to a bedside table, to his phone.

That’s right your phone had been ringing, now Dean’s was.

“Ellen” Dean answered his voice annoyed.

Ofcourse, you hadn't told anyone you were both fine. A long deep breath filled your chest as you slid of the kitchen counter, knees almost buckling. You pulled your sweatpants back up, Dean was watching you closely still talking to Ellen chest bare and belt undone, you swallowed hard wishing he'd hurry up.

You were kicking yourself for not calling Ellen when you got back, she'd be worried sick by now, Bobby and Sam would be convincing themselves it wasn't silly to drive out here, Jo would be climbing the walls just like you would be if she was out here.

Cold, hard dread washed over your body like ice.

Jo.

You had promised Jo nothing was going on with you and Dean, that you didn't see him like that, you had promised it wouldn't be a problem and she had told you it didn't really matter, but you knew it did.

You told her to go for it and she'd shoved you away cheeks going uncharacteristically red and told you Dean didn't see her like that.

You told her he'd be crazy not to and she'd looked hopeful. She'd said "Sometimes I think he might, but there's always something in the way.

"Just....long day" Dean was saying to Ellen.

Dean was watching you, eyes roaming over your naked chest, swollen lips and surely messy hair. You covered your breasts with your arms feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden.

Dean was going to come back over here when he hung up that phone and you knew if he touched you again you weren't going to be able to stop this deep aching from taking over.

You saw the phone fall from Dean's ear almost in slow motion, already stepping back towards you looking purposeful, like he knew exactly what he wanted.

You darted for the bathroom door slamming it closed behind you and almost falling over in your haste, you couldn't do this. Not to Jo, not after you told her you didn't see Dean like that, told her to 'go for it'.

She trusted you.

"(Y/N)" Dean knocked on the door.

"I... I just need a minute" You called back panicked.

"Are you.. you okay?" Dean sounded worried.

"I'm fine" You moved to look at yourself in the mirror.

You looked ravished, your cheeks warmed with colour at the sight of your swollen lips and flushed skin, you covered your breasts ashamed with yourself.

You sat down on the toilet, head in your hands taking deep breaths, How did this happen?

You never thought Dean would want you like this, you couldn't say you hadn't entertained the thought. When you'd met Sam and Dean you'd had plenty, but after Dean had come onto you after one too many beers at Bobby's you'd rejected him and his invitation to be a notch on his bedpost.

If anything you'd thought your only chance with a Winchester was Sam, you got along wonderfully, but even that was a stretch, you never thought you were Sam's type let alone Dean's.

Men like Dean Winchester didn't want girls like you, they ended up with strong women like Jo. You were the girl who stayed on the side lines and did research, you weren't brave, you were terrified half the time.

Your not sure how long you sat there contemplating your betrayal until the sound of the hotel door closing brought you back to reality. You listened for movement for a brief moment before slowly opening the bathroom door. The hotel room was empty, Dean was gone.

You picked up your tank top from the ground, pulling it over your head as you walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The Impala was still parked there, no sign of Dean.

You weren't really sure what your next move was here.

It was surely going to be awkward conversations and half hearted embarrassed smiles from now on. Maybe Dean wouldn't even bring it up again, maybe once his head had cleared he'd realised this was a mistake too.

Maybe you wouldn't even have to talk about it at all.

You turned the TV on to distract your wandering mind, it had been probably half an hour before you heard keys in the door. Your body tensed and your heart started racing, but you remained sitting casually on the chair.

Dean walked into the room holding a pizza and a six pack, he stood there awkwardly for a moment like he was unsure if he should come in.

"Great, i'm starving" You smiled up at him willing yourself to be normal.

Dean seemed to relax a bit and moved to join you.

"Hope you feel like plain ol' pepperoni" He said while opening the box and grabbing a piece before thudding back into his chair and cracking a beer.

"What did Ellen want?" You asked while picking up a piece of your own.

"She was just checking in, got worried" Dean answered, the pizza seemed too thick to swallow.

You ate in silence for a while, pretending like everything was fine, just like you wanted. Naturally Dean didn't let things lie.

"Listen (Y/N)" Dean spoke with a sudden confidence as the credits for whatever sitcom was on started rolling on tv.

"Dean, can we not?" You pleaded turning to look at him imploringly.

"I don't really want to do this either, but I think we should clear the air" He answered.

"It's fine Dean" You replied lifting the side of your mouth in a small, reassuring smile.

"You locked yourself in the bathroom" He replied taking a sip of his beer not making eye contact.

"I just, I just didn't want to do something while things were....heated that we'd regret later" You couldn't even look at him while you said it.

"Regret" Dean mumbled looking down at the floor.

You were so bad at this.

"Dean, you're my friend, I hope you are anyway" You frowned, Dean looked up over at you surprised.

"Ofcourse I am" He looked half pained.

"Can we just pretend this didn't happen?" You begged.

He was quiet for too long, staring at you with that wounded look you hated.

"Sure" He took a long swig for his beer before wiping his mouth and standing.

"Going to grab a shower and hit the hay, long day tomorrow" He continued while grabbing his duffle-bag and closing the bathroom door behind him.

That had to be done, it was only ever going to be sex with Dean, you wouldn't risk your friendship with Jo for one night with Dean Winchester.

Being the one on the otherside of a locked bathroom door was oddly lonely.

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday, @blur0se! I wrote some more Loveybug AU for you!

Marinette was feeling giddy. Becoming Loveybug was just—GAHH!!! She didn’t have words for it. She wanted to dance and squeal and start throwing confetti. 

She’d told Chat Noir she loved him! 

After all her failures with trying to tell Adrien her feelings, she’d actually succeeded in revealing the three suns in her heart (i.e., those three little words, “I love you”) to someone! And sure, Chat had run away before responding, but clearly that had to be because he was about to transform back, right? Or maybe it was just that he was too surprised by the other news she’d shared to say anything? 

(He looked so sad, though, when he learned that Ladybug wasn’t coming ba—DON’T THINK ABOUT ANY OF THAT! THIS IS HAPPY FUN TIME TO CELEBRATE!) 

She started planning what she was going to do when she saw Chat Noir again. Maybe they could go on a romantic boat ride together? She could wear a fancy dress and have a violin serenading them as they watched the stars together! And she had to bring him a rose—no, a dozen! A hundred! How expensive were roses again? She'd figure that out later, she just knew that any roses had to be red because her kitty needed to know that this was no platonic friendship that she was giving him, it was a romance. One that would last forever and ever! 

The akuma alert popped up on her phone. A part of Marinette was annoyed—she hadn’t finished her dating plan yet!—but on the other hand, it meant seeing that beautiful, silly, fun, caring, adorable, wonderful boy in cat ears that much sooner. She’d have to make up for the lack of a plan with extra hugs (and kisses if she could snag them!) 

“Tikki, spots on!” 

Loveybug yo-yo'd herself into the sky and looked for her partner (the akuma could wait). Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have shown up yet. Probably something in his personal life holding him up. She wished she knew more about that personal life. She wished she was a part of that personal life. Maybe he’d open up more about himself to Loveybug—he certainly wouldn’t tell Ladybug since she'd told him ‘No talking about identity stuff!’ too many times to count (she was a fool to have made that rule—sure the world had ended a couple times, but on the other hand, consider: kissy kissy meow meow). 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t see all the birds coming. Loveybug was thrown into the air by Mr. Pigeon’s latest flock of evil pigeons. Maybe I can manipulate the swarm of birds into making a message for Chat? she mused to herself. A giant heart shouldn’t be too difficult, right? 

As she tried to think through her plans of sky artistry, she suddenly felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her. 

He’s here! 

Loveybug closed her eyes in a dramatic swoon and nuzzled up to him, “Hey, Hot Stuff, where have you been all my life?” She moved her hand up to his neck to play with his bell, but it wasn’t there. All she found was a metallic chain. 

She opened her eyes to look at her catboy. Except he wasn’t her catboy. Sure he was a catboy—black cat ears, a tail, and baton with a paw print that he was using to keep the both of them aloft in the sky as they fled the pigeon horde. But his hair was green and his posture was perfect and he looked like a soldier waiting for orders. Nothing like the fun-loving goofball that had been Ladybug’s partner since the very beginning. 

(Except that time when he’d given up the ring. Except that time when he’d been replaced.) 

“Catwalker?” she whispered. 

“Good day, Loveybug, I hope you are alright?” 

“Of course I’m alright!” she yelped. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?” 

She couldn’t let herself fall apart over losing Chat, not again. She needed to be Loveybug right now, she would die of mortification if Catwalker of all people found out that she was Ladybug in disguise. Mr. Perfect could never find out about how Ladybug had screwed things up with Chat Noir so badly she’d dreamed up an alternate version of herself to fix it. 

Catwalker frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve got an akuma to deal with, but if you’re not feeling well—” 

“Yep! Purr-fectly fine, that’s me! Paris’ number one heroine of love and justice! Loveybug! Not Ladybug! She’s not here! Oh look, the Pigeon Man! Let’s go fight him! With the power of love!” 

She gave Catwalker a smooch on the cheek and flung herself away towards danger.

(But why was Catwalker here? He can’t be a permanent replacement. Chat Noir had to come back. If Chat hated Loveybug so much that he gave up the ring again just to get away from her, she’d—DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING! YOU LOVE CATWALKER TOO, RIGHT? HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND NICE. YOU CAN LOVE HIM UNTIL CHAT NOIR COMES BACK. HE HAS TO COME BACK.) 

[omarandjohnny]

SHIPPY SHIP SHIP!

Tagged by @negrowhat <333333333333333333333333333333

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

I didn't really have a fixed ship to hang my hat on in those days (aka the before the internet tiemz), but Buffy and Pike (movie BTVS) were the main couple I fixated on back then (still was figuring out why movie Lestat and Louis made me feel funny in my tummy at that time, so Buffy and Pike were the easier option LOL)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Roz and Dan from Night Court; I was 7 and I wanted them married and arguing until the end of time <3

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

(hops in the wayback machine) Pretty sure I was writing for Greg/Nick (CSI) just a bit before Ennis/Jack (Brokeback). Still so very thankful that those four introduced me to friends I'd still have in my life 20 years later!

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I very clearly remember the Spangel fanvids that took more than day to download from our AOL dialup, yes XD

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Attempting to nail jello to a tree would be a far more productive use of my time.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Can't say anything comes to mind, really.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Had to go through my AO3 history, last time I had a clear enough head to attempt to read anything was early autumn last year (oof) and it was a modern AU of Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang that I don't think I finished because I really can't recall any of it. Ah, well.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

Since I can't engage in fic it's hard for me to keep hold of the newer ships, so my brain tends to fall back on old reliables- Loustat/Loumand being at the top at this very moment because the fandom's waking up again for season 2 in May.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Another one that I can't think of anything.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

Not Really, if I hated them then I'm sure I still hate them now. (keeping your answer here, Eboni, because same)

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

I'd be cancelled over any ship at any time for anything, such is the nature of this goofball puritanical mindset that has taken over fandom socmed. (I know the problem reaches so much further than that, but I'm not clearheaded enough to write a dissertation LOL)

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Can't say I've ever had one.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

20+ years ago I was slowly killing copious amounts of trees and our at-home printer with Spangel fics that I didn't want to lose (have since lost all of the printouts, and the fics are still online in their respective webrings, yikes) So yeah, Spangel would probably still win. Ennis/Jack, and Wangxian would round out the top three, I'm sure.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Bastard-coated bastards, pastel/goth, grumpy/sunshine.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Drawing a blank here. Though, I will have a harder time engaging if the source material is mainly written in 1st person POV, which is why I'd be considered a fake Vampire Chronicles fan XD (forever thankful for my friends that actually read the books and school me on what I don't know)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

not including myself in this for obvious reasons ajdjdjakjfakfn. some more propaganda for everyone:

my brother consistently goes out after worship practice and buys donuts to share with the entire team.

his bestie the teenage sound guy has called my brother "the light of my life" and I think it was actually unironic

I forget how many kids she actually has bc they're almost never in one place but she is AMAZING. she always has a hug and kind words for anyone around and is an amazing worship leader

the keyboardist is also occasionally a sound tech if needed and ALSO ALSO is occasionally a drummer if needed. it's ridiculous how talented he is. he just. Does Stuff. and it works. I could never

my dad goofs around just as much as everyone (this team is a bit of a rodeo) but he's definitely a bit more chill. he makes dated mainstream music references and then groans LOUDLY AND DRAMATICALLY when the younger members of the team don't get it. there's also an abundance of weird niche bassist humor.

I love my sister in law SO much she's amazing. she's got terrible stage fright. and YET. she is also a total dweeb during rehearsals. I have never heard a human being make some of the noises that she makes just to be silly. singlehandedly convinced everyone in charge to put on a dedicated worship night later this summer after everyone else has been kicking the planning can down the road for months

we have three main backup singers and all of them need a biiiit more confidence but also. that's the age. they're all in youth group so that's good. get those kiddos into the Word!!!! their commentary on worship team goings on are hilarious though bc they're newer to it and often just a bit confused by the older/more experienced team members playfully ribbing each other about things

one time I couldn't figure out where the on button for my computer monitor was (usually turning on the computer itself turns it on) and he walked around the other side of the booth and pushed a button I hadn't noticed on the back of it and I was deeply embarrassed but he was super chill about it. also he's helping me fix our lighting setup which has not worked literally in the time either of us has been at this church.

please help this man he's so busy and so dorky and really, really loud all the time. you would assume he's constantly overcaffeinated yet he actually hates coffee and never drinks it. he actually makes faces when he sees other people (me) drinking coffee. attempted to use Tumblr once bc he heard me talking to my mom about it. doesn't even know how to use Tumblr. this man is so weird and yet tries to be Hip™ so much. at this point it's probably For The Bit

[jasontoddssuper]

Percy Jackson is not an idiot just because Annabeth calls him one and he's proved he's much smarter than everyone thinks he is by forming impressive plans that saved the day many times.

Percy Jackson is not a goofball and his sense of humor steering into silly territories sometimes dosen't change the facts that he's canonically described as having inhereted Poseidon's intimidating apperance,that he can be very brutal in fights with the right-or rather wrong-opponent(him choking a goddess with her own poison anyone?)and is as pessimistic as local emos Thalia and Nico.

Percy Jackson should've been allowed to stay friends with Rachel Elizabeth Dare and keep the safe haven of normalcy and easygoingness he'd always wanted that her friendship gave him.

Percy Jackson could not care less if any of the rest of The Big Three Kids are stronger than him because power dosen't matter to him and he would never want to be a god.

Percy Jackson would not be romantically interested in people much older than him,because he'd been used and abused by almost every adult in his life when he was growing up and them being 'hot' or whatever dosen't matter to him,because he has standards.

Percy Jackson shouldn't be in a relathionship with Annabeth Chase-Neither of them have any reason to be attracted to eachother and they have a found siblings who bicker dynamic but everyone kept telling them they were soulmates instead of asking them what they actually wanted so they just believed them.Annabeth should've been a butch lesbian and dated Piper and Reyna and Percy should have been allowed to figure himself out more before being shoved in a romantic relathionship for the sake of cisheteronormativity.

Happy birthday,Perce.I love you so much and you deserve so much better

[911ficrecs]

Hurt/Comfort Masterlist

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things - 11,163 words, not rated

Summary: Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.

But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—

So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

blue enough to bruise by renecdote - 3,161 words, teen+

Summary: Two things happen at once:

Buck overbalances, arm slipping from around the bridge.

The rope snaps.

They lock eyes for a second, half a second, Buck’s wide and afraid, Eddie’s probably a match with the way his heart is pounding hard enough to hurt, nothing either of them can do, knowing that there is nothing either of them can do, and then—Buck is falling.

Drowning in Dreams (You're My Raft) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - 5,434 words, explicit

Summary: In which Buck sleeps his way into a relationship with Eddie, but not in the way you'd think.

fireflies where my caution should be by littlesnowpea - 13,799 words, mature

Summary: “You never talk about your parents,” Eddie says, which is not even remotely what Buck expects Eddie to say. He frowns, tilts his head, but it isn’t a question, as evidenced by Eddie charging on. “I never asked because I figured it was your business, but the look on your face any time they’re brought up tells me you don’t get along.”

Buck swallows hard, against a lump in his throat. His parents? Eddie’s right, he never talks about them, for good reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, not sure what he’s even going to say.

Eddie takes it as the answer Buck is trying to make it out to be. He squeezes Buck’s wrist again, takes a deep breath, like he’s on a call with someone who’s panicking. Buck finds his breathing slowing to match Eddie’s, and Eddie nods as Buck gets it under control.

“There are people on the porch,” Eddie says, voice even. “Saying they want to meet their grandchild.”

i'm sinking deeper (reaching for the end of the light) by moodyreindeer - 8,716 words, mature

Summary: "I'm just so tired."

post 3.04, rewrite of 3.05 - when all is said and done, Buck is just really fucking tired of feeling alone.

Life Is Just The Way You Hold Me by allyasavedtheday - 10,142 words, teen+

Summary: Eddie needs a hug and some sleep. Buck, quite literally, offers his services.

Love You Sober by Child_Of_Wonderland - 4,545 words, teen+

Summary: Buck twirls the beer bottle around in his fingers and tries to ignore the rapid fading of the warmth in his chest. It's not a feeling he can mimic, no matter how hard he may try, and his brain won't stray from a perfect image of Eddie. To be loved back, that's all he really wants.

one part trust, three parts betrayal (just add fire) by wonderfool (foolmetal) - 14,925 words, teen+

Summary: Buck's parents are in town. It all goes downhill from there.

Reaching In The Dark by Pline - 38,713 words, general

Summary: It all started innocent enough but Buck can no longer deny it.

He has a stalker.

Someone so obsessed with him that they would spend hours and hours following him, unnoticed, taking pictures of him, taking notes of his habits.

But life has been so good lately, and Buck doesn’t want to worry anyone. So he tells no one about it, he can deal with it on his own.

real family by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor - 5,578 words, general

Summary: Buck has a son, but only few people know about him because of Buck's abusive ex-husband. Buck has been terrified of his ex-husband finding him and taking his son away from him, but a minor accident with his son makes him realize that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he told the 118 about his son.

returning home by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor - 5,162 words, teen+

Summary: Eddie has been away in the army a few years, leaving Buck at home to watch over their son, Christopher. Things are stressful for Buck, but he tries to put on a brave face for Christopher while they patiently wait for Eddie's return.

Some wounds never heal by yellowdaisy2023 - 8,964 words, general

Summary: After Buck comes out as bi, Ana voices her dislike for Buck.

there's frost in the air (but there's home in your eyes) by rogerzsteven - 3,702 words, teen+

Summary: Buck and Eddie are trapped in a train crash.

this is me trying (at least i'm trying) by screaminghalfpastmidnight - 15,393 words, teen+

Summary: Buck never really dealt with his issues after the tsunami and the team never really asked so here he is, two years later - the pier's reopening, a victim shows up and thanks Buck, plus the city wants to give him an award for not dying out of pure luck. So, yeah. Buck's not doing well, everyone knows and Eddie's unsure which lines he should be crossing now that he and Buck are in some weird, middle stage of knowing that they will be together, but aren't yet due to personal reasons (like figuring their own relationship trauma out so they're not shitty partners).

you can say we're still friends ( but i don't wanna pretend ) by swiftiediaz - 8,487 words, teen+

Summary: Eddie talks about his feelings for Buck. Hen and Chimney take matters into their own hands and set them up on a blind date without their knowledge.

[hooty-1-6-svu]

🚨 SPOILERS FROM THANKS TO THEM 🚨

Oh good, the gang is out and about.

WILLOW, YOU CAN'T JUST GO AROUND AND STAB PEOPLE! But she don't care.

Oh look, they went to the library. We can see Amity in her natural element.

Oh no

Oh no no no. I love Amity's face here though.

Amity, you're in the human realm remember?

Oops, she screamed and realized her mistake. She tries to bolt out of the library and....

Full blushing mode activated, and Luz didn't cause it.

And Amity just died of her own embarrassment.

Look, I enjoy seeing Amity like this. Yes, she's strong and fearless, but she's also a goofball and clumsy. Also, how she doesn't have a concussion at this point is beyond me.

They go see the giraffes, and my heart broke for all three of them. It occurred to me when I watched it again that there was a dad there with three kids.

Willow, Gus, and Amity are upset because they're away from their family. ALL THREE OF THEM HAVE FATHERLY FIGURES IN THEIR LIFE, AND NO MOTHERLY FIGURES.

Next stop, Gravesfield History Society.

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

More than Meets the Eye

She-Ra fanfic  Comedy Rated PG (mild rude humor and “bad” words). Adora, Bow, Entrapta, Hordak (and mentions of other characters) Inspired by conversation on Sweary She-Ra.  4th wall-breaking by Entrapta, but not a Sweary-specific fic.   Summary: An alternate universe from the end of the Beast island arc.  Hordak joins the Rebellion against Horde Prime and shows everyone a hidden talent of his.   For @lemaistrechat (No, you don’t have to send me cookies. My Mom’s Christmas cookies got squished in the mail.  Yours will, too).   _____________________ More Than Meets the Eye Adora had no shortage of surprises in her life for the last several months.  First, as the war had progressed, Glimmer had become more and more ruthless.  She was taking dark turns that made Adora wonder if she was even the friend she used to know anymore.  Shadow Weaver was living in Bright Moon. Flutterina had turned out to be an enemy-spy – and a shapeshifter whose true form looked nothing like Flutterina.  To top it all off, Horde Force Captain Scorpia had defected and had come to the Princess Alliance for aid, claiming that Entrapta had been sent to Beast Island by an overwhelmed Catra.   That was how Adora, Bow and Swift Wind had found themselves traveling to Beast Island just over a month ago.  To tell the truth, this was another surprise for Adora:  There were rumors told among the cadets around the Horde that Beast Island didn’t actually exist and that it was a euphemism for summary execution.  One of the older cadets she’d known was certain that Hordak just had liars, traitors and various screw-ups shot and their bodies cremated in the skiff-cleansing ports.  Well, the fabled place of exile actually did exist, and, as per Shadow Weaver’s warning, was far worse than the usual scary stories about it.   And then they’d found a king.  While hunting for Entrapta (hopefully not dead), they’d found Micah, the once King of Bright Moon, thought long-dead!  And he was a badass sorcerer!  (And more than a bit of a goofball).   And then…there was Hordak.   They’d come across him wrapped up in the despair-inducing vines that grew throughout the island that had been trying to consume them all.  He was calling out for Entrapta, crying over his failure to save her and ranting, tearing and screaming at the vines (he still had some fight in him) and he was yelling something about “Prime’s self-lubricating asshole!” as a general curse. Bow asked Adora if She-Ra could bleach his brain.  She told him that she didn’t think the powers worked that way because they were not working for her that way. Adora, in She-Ra form, took pity on him and freed him from the vines.  Entrapta showed up when she had him at sword-point under threat not to make any funny moves.   The rescue went better than expected, although it took Entrapta wrapping the warlord up in a hair-cocoon to keep the signal and the vines from getting at him again.  Adora had never seen a man so depressed!  He kept going on and on to Entrapta about his unworthiness of her, for “believing that treacherous Force Captain!” and getting her into a deadly situation.  Entrapta handled it with her usual aplomb, claiming that Beast Island was a “PARADISE of forgotten technological horrors!”  And Adora couldn’t believe it…she saw a smile on his skull-like face!   He’d found out that Entrapta was here, apparently, when he’d caught a strange, disconcerting recording from his Imp and did a check over some surveillance-footage caught by the Fright Zone’s cameras that someone had apparently attempted to erase.  Though the white noise and screen-snow, he had been able to make out a familiar feline figure and familiar twin-tails of hair.  He had put his spy-child in charge of trusted soldiers and had taken his speediest skiff straight to the island.  He had not even bothered to deal with Catra, leaving her to her own devices. They say that war makes strange bedfellows. No less than three members of the Horde had joined with the Rebellion recently: Scorpia, Entrapta and… most surprising of all, Lord Hordak!   Entrapta read ahead in the canon’s script and let Hordak know what was in store for him should he reunite with Horde Prime. He had to face full-on that his indoctrination and memories were faulty.  He could rejoin his master god-brother or stay with his mad scientist girlfriend, not that him even being on Beast Island to rescue Entrapta hadn’t already made the story an alternate universe fanfiction, anyway, but that’s neither here nor there.   Entrapta had an ass that wouldn’t quit, so his choice was clear.   And this was how Hordak decided to join with the Etherian Rebellion against Horde Prime!  And this brings us to the present after this long ramble.   “It’s been glossed over,” Entrapta says to you, starting at your soul through the text on your screen, “but give the fanfic author a break!  It’s Christmas Week and she celebrates! Although if I’m telling the truth, she’s also pretty lazy.”   “I heard that.”   “Of course you did!  You’re typing it!”   “So, anyway,” Entrapta chimes, “Hordak was really sad and conflicted by all of this, but I kissed him better, so you don’t have to worry about him.”   “Who ARE you talking to?” Adora asks.   In the weeks that followed the Beast Island rescue, Hordak became invaluable to the cause.  He knew how Horde Prime operated.  He educated the Rebellion on the nature of Horde-clones.  He was watched carefully, but he proved himself to be fully on-cause for the freeing of Etheria.   “That’s because he didn’t want to be lobotomized!” Entrapta throws your way.  “I mean… I had to show him the script, but I got through to him!  Also, he didn’t want to see me dragged around by my hair, or be ordered to shoot me, so we totally decided to make this story an AU!”   “AU?” Bow asks, “Entrapta, are you talking about gold or something?  On the periodic table of elements?”   “Nope!  I’m talking to the readers!  AU stands for Alternate Universe! It’s what happens when something goes different in a timeline and the world is fundamentally changed, even if there are other versions of you in it!  Like Rick and Morty!” “Huh?”     “Shouldn’t we be concentrating on getting Mara’s ship worthy to go into space?”  Adora asks.  She is exhausted with bags under her eyes.  She has been trying to protect everyone from robots and clones and has been running herself ragged without her She-Ra powers. She’d only now gotten back safely inside the magic-barrier of the Bright Moon war-camp.   “Yeeeah… she still lost the She-Ra powers,” Entrapta helpfully explains to you, the reader.  “The Heart of Etheria activated, popping us straight out of Despondos! There are stars in the sky now!  It’s WONDERFUL! Well, except for all the war and invasion and constant danger of death!  But that’s what makes it so exciting!  The clone-ships arrived and it’s been a real mess!  Glimmer got taken up in a tractor-beam.  Hordak explained what it was when we saw it.  It’s been a WILD time!  And Adora broke her sword because she didn’t want to be forced to activate the weapon, which is kind of disappointing actually, because the explosions would have been EPIC!  We could have gotten so much data!” “Entrapta!”   “Okay, Bow, okay!  I think the readers understand what I’m getting at!”   “How are you coming along?” Adora asks her and Bow.  She takes a look at Hordak, seated in a chair under the tent where Entrapta and Bow are working with the blueprints to Mara’s ship and miscellaneous computer-parts. “Any luck, any of you?”   “Well, we’ve gotta patch up the outer layer of the ship super-super tight because one hull-breach and everyone’s dead! Suffocated in the vacuum of space!  There are so many FAAAASCINATING ways to die in space!”   “With the exception of myself,” Hordak rumbles. “My people can survive short jaunts into the void.”   “Yeah!” Entrapta pipes up, “With his unique cyborg-physiology, he can TOTALLY get spaced and come out alive!”   “All the same, I would rather not test it. Open space is… unpleasant.”   “He’s already tracked down Horde Prime’s main signal!” Entrapta exclaims, beaming with pride.   “What? Really?”  Adora asks, taken aback.   “I am… as I was… cut off from the hive mind,” Hordak explains, “but I can still overhear some of the mind-whispers of my brothers on a low-level when they are near.”   “We also went near to one of the spires while Bow made you take a nap yesterday!” Entrapta tells her.  “I know, I know” she says with a wave of a tail of hair made into a hand, “It was super-dangerous.  He almost got captured!  And it gave him a massive headache, but he could feel the coordinates!” Hordak retrieved something from a bag in the shadows by his chair.  He held up a slim data pad with… a smile?  Hordak had the goofiest smile on his face that Adora had ever seen.  In fact, seeing him so much as crack a simple grin filled her with a terror born of the uncanny valley.   “So, are we ready to go save Glimmer, then?” Adora asks hopefully.   “Not unless you want to get sucked into the crushing void of space!” Entrapta chimes, pointing a hair-finger in the air.  “The ship – I named her Darla, by the way – she took a lot of damage rusting away in the desert for all those years! Centuries!  Oh, and the escape from Beast Island wasn’t too kind to her, either!  We’ve been working day and night – Bow insists we get rest, I just think we need more espresso (it comes in tiny mugs)!... I estimate we’ll get Darla spaceworthy in, oh…about five years?” “And we don’t have that long,” Bow says with a worried look at the sky.   “There’s got to be a way!” Adora nearly wails. “Please!” Hordak stands up from his chair and walks out of the shadows.  “I believe I have a solution,” he says. “What? What?” Adora demands, “We modify some of the Fright Zone stuff?  If anyone would know how to make a skiff space-worthy, it would be you, I suppose… I mean, you built the Fright Zone from a crashed ship, right?”   Hordak calmly holds up a hand.  “Cease at once!” he barks.   Adora straightens, her soldier’s programming kicking in.   “I have a solution that is far more simple, albeit, unusual.  Please step back from me.”   Dumbfounded, Adora and Bow step away. Entrapta has a knowing, all-too excited grin on her face.   Hordak suddenly goes straight and stiff. He holds his head down and pins his ears back.  He balls his fists at his sides.   “Is he… trying to fight constipation?” Bow asks.   Suddenly, sparks of electricity flow over his form.  His armor shifts and it seems… like his very skin splits and turns to re-arrange itself in strange plates!  The mass starts growing, as if Hordak’s interior was larger than his exterior would have a viewer believe. In less than a minute, where Hordak was standing – there is a large rocket.   “Huh? What?!”  Adora and Bow exclaim as one. People all around the Bright Moon camp gasp and gawk.  Entrapta’s eyes sparkle as one who has just witnessed the revealing of a very special secret that she had been waiting a long time to share.  She has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.   King Micah screams.  Shadow Weaver huffs and inspects her fingernails.  Frosta can be heard saying “Aaaaw, BADASS!”  Someone tells her that kids her age should not use the word “Ass.”   Adora stares up and up and up.   The rocket… has Hordak’s face on it.   “Ha-ha!” Entrapta laughs.  She looks up at the Hordak-rocket.  “You said you didn’t think you could do it anymore, but I knew you could!”   “It has been… a long time,” the Hordak-face says stiffly.   “His face…is moving…” Bow says with a shiver. He hugs the nearest person to him for support.  Thankfully, he latches onto Scorpia, who is a great hugger and also needs the moral support. “I swear I had no idea he could do that!” Scorpia proclaims.   “Maybe you should explain, Hordak!” Entrapta encourages.   “Very well.” He answers, his mouth and his brows moving in an organic fashion that was most disconcerting to see upon something resembling a nuclear-payload-capable intercontinental ballistic missile.   Where had his arms and legs gone?  It appeared that they had turned completely into fins.  Bow looks down at the end of the rocket pointed toward the ground with a growing wariness.  Was that his...?  Wait? Was it? He supposed it made sense that his posterior would become…that.   What did a Hordak-rocket require for fuel? Spicy food?   “I…am a cyborg,” Hordak intones.  “All of Horde Prime’s clones are, as well as Horde Prime himself.  We have organic parts and technological parts.”   “Wait,” Adora says, scratching her head, “Can they ALL do this?” “No,” Hordak answers.  “I modified myself further to compensate for my failing health and to suit the environment of Etheria better, as well as… let us say I tried some schemes in warfare in the past that failed and was left stuck with the results. I rarely use my cybernetic shape-shifting abilities as they can be quite…painful.”   Entrapta wraps her arms part-way around the cylinder that is now the bulk of Hordak’s body.  She wraps her hair around it, too.  “Aw…”   “I will…deploy an opening and…no more than three of you… can climb inside of me and we can storm the flagship to rescue your queen.”   “Inside…you?” Bow asks.   Adora makes a face.   Everyone in the camp (except for Entrapta, who is beaming) cringes.   “Ew…” Scorpia says flatly.   “Eh…can we take a raincheck on that?” Adora inquires.  “I mean, I’m sure with some extra TLC we can get the other ship working?”   “As you wish,” Hordak says.  He squints that strange rocket-decal like face until his body shifts in reversal of what it had done before.  Once he is in humanoid form again, he sways and Entrapta catches him.   “It’s the thought that counts,” she assures him, patting him on the back with her hair.   Everyone in the Bright Moon camp cannot stop staring.   “What the fuck just happened?!” someone shouts. Adora cannot help but think she dodged a bullet.   The last thing she wanted to think about was “being inside Hordak.”   THE END. 

[evillillad]

im at work rn but im thinkin bout my spooky lesbians....i love them so much they are so in love.... betty tries so hard SO HARD to do sweet things for lilith....she once went through three years of cross breeding roses to get them the EXACT shade lilith likes. lilith always tries to get the absolutely PERFECT bone from the butcher, even going in the back and checking out the different cuts they have..so picky..

theyre def in their mid to late 30s so they kinda act as motherly figures for the neighborhood (mostly lilith, betty can still be a bit of a doofus lol she is barnabys older sis so she is a big goofball)

honestly???honestly??? just think morticia and gomez, they are just so in love with life and each other that it makes everyone (me) cry.

also thinking their daughter is a frog witch. just like a really big frog betty found and put a hat on and she started talking. so like, they adopted her. idk lmao i thought it was funni

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Two: My Sanctuary, You’re Holy to Me

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

I’ll never know if there’s danger in confession or it’s memory that’s pressing like a blade against my throat. Another word and I could choke, but what’s worse: telling you my feelings or to die without revealing that you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead? Letting all my insecurity devour me with certainty that love is just a currency, so take my pockets, take me whole; take my life and take my soul. Wrap me in a wedding ring; you know I swear I’d give you anything.- Halsey, Ya’aburnee

Tim was acting weird. Like, really weird.

Sad weird.

Okay, he was an introspective, in his-own-head kinda guy, but he wasn’t usually, like… morose. He was generally bubbly and happy and silly. He was usually an awkward, derpy goofball, so she was pretty sure something was wrong.

Plus, there were bags under his eyes, and he was paler than normal, which was saying something because he was usually as pale as she was, and she had red hair. Lea had no idea why he looked sick or what was going on with him. He always rushed her off whenever she asked, though.

“What?” she asked him one day when he was staring at her during one of the many fancy dinners he took her out on. “Is my makeup messed up?”

He shook his head slowly, a sad sort of smile on his face. “No, you look perfect.”

She squashed the butterflies in her stomach.

“I have something for you,” he told her suddenly, though his voice remained soft, gentle.

“Oh?” Lea questioned, eyebrows raised. He was forever getting her things that were far more expensive than necessary. But what was she gonna do, complain? About free fancy jewelry and clothes and fuckin’ Prismacolors? Uh, yeah, that was a no. No complaints to be found.

“Mhm,” Tim hummed with a small smile, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, slender velvet box and sliding it across the fancy restaurant’s table cloth.

She opened it, and inside was a necklace with bright red gemstones in the shape of hearts that went all the way around it, set with what she figured were either rhinestones or cubic zirconia. There were matching earrings, too. Picking up the necklace, Lea examined it closely. 

“This is beautiful, Tim,” she told him, glancing up at him with a smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back at her. “I wish you’d ask me for stuff directly so I knew what to get you.”

She shrugged. “You always get me stuff I like.” She looked into the heart-shaped red stones, studying the facets. “What is this, anyway? Swarovski and cubic zirconia?”

Tim snorted. “Lea, sweetheart,” he began gently, “those are rubies and diamonds.”

Lea froze, returning her gaze to him slowly. “They’re. They’re what?”

“I’m not gonna waste a gift getting you something fake, you realize,” he informed her. 

She blinked at him. “But… but the cost—“ She couldn’t complete the statement, unsure of what she’d intended to say to begin with.

“What about it?”

She shook her head, shocked and somewhat horrified. “It must’ve been insane.”

Tim shrugged briefly, then rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward a bit. “That’s not really a factor in what I get you.” She wasn’t sure she was so much as breathing, but he kept talking. “You’re important to me, Lea.” He took a deep breath. “You’re really important to me. I don’t want you to ever forget that, even when I…”

She frowned when he trailed off. “Even when you what?”

He shook his head with another one of those sad smiles. “Don’t worry about it.” Before she could press further, he asked, “Do you want me to put it on you?”

Both unable and uninterested in refusal, Lea took off the necklace and earrings she was wearing and set them on the table before quickly putting in the new earrings. She stood and turned around, lifting her dark red curls off her neck and shoulders.

She felt his body heat when he stepped up behind her, and he reached around her front to drape the necklace over her. It lay right up against her throat, and she wondered why it felt safe, confronting, rather than giving her the usual choking sensation she generally got when something was pressed against her throat that way.

Then, to her (minor, if she were honest) surprise, he lowered his arms to wrap around her waist and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Never forget what you mean to me, okay?”

“You’re acting weird,” she told him instead of answering.

“Promise me,” Tim pressed.

She frowned, wondering what the hell was going on with him. “Yeah, uh. Sure, man. I promise I’ll never forget what I mean to you… or whatever.”

“Good.” He kissed the top of her head again before taking her hand and spinning her around to face him. “Dance with me.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, looking around the private room he’d rented—which was still mind-boggling to her, especially considering the restaurant they were in was one of the most expensive ones in all of New York—and pointing out, “There’s not exactly a dance floor. Or any music I know how to dance to.”

“So?” he said with a shrug, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Dance with me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately. “Yeah, okay.”

He grinned at her so brightly it almost made the bags under his eyes fade. Lea fumbled with her hands, unsure of where to put them. He chuckled softly, taking her hands in his and lifting them onto his shoulders. “Like this, see?”

She gulped anxiously and hoped he didn’t notice. “You told me to wear this dress so it would match the necklace, didn’t you?” she asked, gesturing with her chin to the red velvet Matoshi dress he’d given her for Christmas a few months prior.

He smiled innocently down at her. “As if I’d tell you to wear something specific with ulterior motives.”

She pursed her lips. “Of course you wouldn’t.” There was sarcasm dripping from her voice when she spoke. “Liar, liar, pants on fire.” 

He shook his head seriously. “Me? Never.”

“Nuh uh,” Lea insisted. “Tail is longer than a telephone wire.”

“I am offended at this ludicrous accusation,” he told her, nose in the air.

She laughed. “You’re a dork, is what you are.”

He grinned again. “Maybe, but it made you laugh. That’s the important thing.”

“Uh huh. Sure.”

“You don’t believe me?”

Lea snorted. “Not for a second, no.”

He hummed. “You should.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm. You should believe me more often. I’d never lie to you.”

She booped his nose. “I think you’d lie to just about anybody, Chalamet.”

He shook his head. “Not to you.”

“No?”

“No,” he confirmed with a shake of his head before leaning down and burying his face in her hair. “Never you.”

“Then…” She paused, considering if she wanted to ask what may potentially be an offensive and/or invasive question, but eventually decided to just go for it. “Then why won’t you tell me what you are? Or why you’ve been acting so weird lately?”

He was silent for a moment, still swaying back and forth with her. “I don’t want you to worry about that. Or anything, really.”

Lea frowned. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just…” She sighed. “I just wish you wouldn’t keep things from me.”

“Don’t worry about me, Lea,” he told her gently, his voice soft. “Just let me make you laugh.”

“That’s what you want?” she asked, incredulous. “To make me laugh, of all things?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, “that’s all I want.”

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[stedes-incredible-library]

Fics where Stede is a professor and his students don't know his husband is Blackbeard? I've read like three of them so far and I need more they're all so good

I wonder if the three I've found are the three you've read. I've added some that don't explicitly fit what you've described, just in case you enjoy the Professor Stede / Professor Ed kind of story.

Students don't know his husband is Blackbeard

Area Man Causes Havoc By Being Gay by electric_friend [M], [6,259 words] [WIP]

Classical language lecturer Stede has a small group of students, so they chat sometimes. They all know about his adorable goofball of a husband Ed from Stede’s stories. For some reason, though, they haven’t quite figured out that that has anything to do with the biker who’s been stalking their professor with what must surely be nefarious intent. In fact, that, they’re quite concerned about. And thus, chaos.

cruel professor, studying romances by pleasesupplymewithyourwahoos [T], [11,183 words]

‘Well, I’ve just noticed some stuff lately, and I think that the Captain might have a crush on Professor Bonnet from the English department’.”

Pete gasped, “No.”

“Yes.” Jim nodded, eyes glinting with mirth, “See, the underclassmen think that the Captain might have a little crush on his best friend Stede Bonnet, because of all the time he spends hanging around the literature lectures and giving Bonnet the gushiest goo-goo eyes known to humankind.”

“The Captain.” Wee John said.

“A crush.” Swede repeated.

“On Professor Bonnet?” Oluwande deadpanned, “You mean to tell me they don’t know?”

the kids aren’t alright (they’re dumb as hell) by blladnna [M], [2,099 words]

Stede and Ed are happily married college professors, and Stede takes every opportunity to gush about his relationship. However, due to one student's misunderstanding, most of the college now believes that he is cheating on his sweetheart of a husband with the notorious Professor Blackbeard. Suffice to say, they aren't thrilled about the idea.

Other Professor Stede AUs

Our Museum of Rot and Love by ObsidianCreates [T], [8,369 words], [WIP]

When a museum centered around Pirates and Historical Piracy opens up in his city, history professor Stede Bonnet is thrilled! He attends right away, delighted to find the museum home to kindred spirits in his interest in piracy. And when he meets Edward Teach, the owner and director of said museum, his life changes completely. The companionship they strike up is so easy that he almost feels like he's known Ed his whole life.

Closing Time by lookwhosinside [M], [5,566 words], [WIP]

Ed owns a restaurant, and Stede happens to be a happily married college professor who wonders into his bar one day.

Hey Sailor by luminous writes [M], [1,554 words], [WIP]

Ed is a bar owner (the bar’s name is Queen Anne's Revenge) and Stede is a professor at the local university teaching the history of pirates as an elective course in the history department. When Stede goes to the bar for his birthday and meets Ed, the two hit it off instantly. Eventually, one too many chance meetings leads to feelings developing.

A Professor Ed AU

love for beginners by simpleParadox [M], [10,610 words]

Unhappy with his life, wealthy CEO Stede Bonnet decides to leave his job, wife, and kids to go to university and study anthropology. There he meets Edward Teach, his Anthropology 101 professor, along with a ragtag group of university students. Stede expected the unexpected when going back to school, but he certainly didn't think he would fall for his professor as well as end up on the wrong end of a revenge plot.

~Mod C