#the sequel to the sequel of the sleepover chapter!!!

[cashmoneychiyo]

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun Chapter 148 © Cash Money Chiyo (@grolia, shire, @waxlightjohn, and our newest member Jinky!)

[keeryhours]

things in progress

masterlist

one shots/under 3 parts

you must be a dream

perv!virgin!eddie munson x popular!cheerleader!carver!fem!reader

Eddie can’t help being obsessed with you, even though he knows you’re unattainable. The single most popular girl in school - and the hottest he’s ever seen. Maybe he takes his infatuation a little too far, but who can blame him when you look like that? Besides - sometimes dreams do come true. 2 parts.

killshot

sam (warfare) x fem!reader

Same universe as coming home to you - how you and Sam met.

touch me like you know me, baby, when you’re lonely

steve harrington x best friend!fem!reader

You and your best friend Steve have something in common - your love lives suck. When it’s proposed that if you’re both single in a year you’ll date each other, you accept, because surely things will be better by then, right? Yeah, right. A year later and it’s time to face your bet.

“This doesn’t mean anything, right?”

“No it doesn’t, just please kiss me.”

don’t blame me

eddie munson x fem!reader

When Eddie’s therapist recommends he goes to SAA for his sex addiction, he thinks it’s a stupid fucking idea. Meeting the most beautiful and enticing woman he’s ever seen proves his point.

cam

kurt kunkle x OF!girlfriend!reader

You knew Kurt could be touchy about his channel and follower count, especially since you have more instagram followers. So you weren’t surprised when starting your Only Fans brought up some hard feelings. But what better way to cheer up your boyfriend than to offer to film a collab?

everything you wanted

college!frat king!steve harrington x fem!reader

Bakery order. Sequel to lover boy. Things with your enemy with benefits Steve get complicated when you find out you’re pregnant.

but daddy i love him

delinquent!eddie munson x hopper!fem!reader

Sequel to please please please. Eddie’s actions finally catch up with him and he gets 15 months in prison, leaving you behind and putting your relationship to the test. The reality of dating a boy who’s always in trouble hits you - Eddie’s fun now, but will it be later? You have to figure out what it is that you want and what’s best for you. Eddie’s ready to change and make it right, but by the time he gets out, will it be too late?

a little help

steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

You and Steve have been married for 5 years - and been trying for a baby for 3 of them. Feeling discouraged and hopeless, you see a fertility specialist, who identifies the problem - it wasn’t on your end, it was Steve’s. Desperate to create the family you both want so badly, he asks his good friend Eddie for help.

girls just wanna have fun

robin buckley x best friend!fem!reader

Bakery order. A sleepover with your best friend turns to a night of unexpected confessions…and more.

silver springs

eddie munson x ex girlfriend!fem!reader

Record store order. Eddie left Hawkins behind to chase his dreams - and it paid off. But the biggest regret of his life was leaving you. When he comes back to Hawkins, he finds you’ve moved on - with Steve. Is it possible to win you back - at the cost of betraying his friend?

untitled

eddie munson x fem!reader x billy hargrove

Bakery order. Threesome in the back of the van in the Starcourt parking lot.

series

eddie teen pregnancy series part 3

eddie munson x fem!reader

A broken condom leads to the end of your life as you knew it. The final part.

the needle and the damage done chapter 6

older!rockstar!addict!eddie munson x wife!fem!reader

37 year old Eddie Munson is a washed up rockstar - reckless, wild, and heavily addicted to drugs. His drug use tore apart his band and his family. It’s up to him to make things right.

such small hands chapter 2

eddie munson x henderson!fem!reader

Your budding relationship with Eddie - so new your own brother doesn’t even know - is cut brutally short after the events in the upside down. Now you’re left to navigate life without your soulmate while comforting Dustin and pretending Eddie was nothing more to you than a new friend. Things get worse when you find out your pre-battle night together might have led to something life changing.

don’t say you love me chapter 2

eddie munson x hopper!fem!reader, billy hargrove x hopper!fem!reader

You’re Hawkins’ good girl. At least, that’s the image you’ve created, and it serves you well with your chief of police dad. It’s just you and him, and you’re close because of it. His main rules: keep your grades up, and no boys he doesn’t approve of. And at the top of his “absolutely not” list? Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove. Your two secret friends with benefits. And when you end up pregnant and unsure which one’s the dad - everything falls apart.

we are never getting back together chapter 1

older!ex!eddie munson x ex wife!fem!reader

Eddie Munson is a lot of things. Mechanic, musician, loving father to his 12, 9, and 6 year old girls, your ex husband, and huge pain in your ass. Stupidly handsome and infuriating with his ability to make you smile and to weasel his way into your bed - he makes your life infinitely more complicated. Unfortunately, you’re stuck with him.

jason doesn’t know chapter 1

older!eddie munson x jason’s wife!fem!reader

You loved Jason once. Maybe it was when things in your relationship were fresh, before the kids, before the marriage went stale. Maybe before he got so angry all the time. You knew cheating was wrong. You knew it was the ultimate betrayal. But when you meet Eddie - all sweet words, stolen kisses, and secret passionate trysts - he makes you feel alive. He makes you feel loved. He makes you willing to risk it all.

bigger than the whole sky chapter 1

steve harrington x fem!reader

It was early for a baby, admittedly. You were both scared shitless. But one thing you and everyone knew for certain was that you and Steve loved each other - and together, you could handle anything. A bump under your shirt and a ring on your finger later, and you were on your way to having the family of your dreams. But sometimes life has other plans. Horrible, fucked up, terrible plans that destroy everything you thought you knew.

closer to morning chapter 1

older!eddie munson x steve’s ex wife!fem!reader

After an amicable divorce from your husband Steve, you find yourself juggling being a single mother, the dating scene, Steve moving on, and living on your own for the first time. Things get interesting when your work friends drag you out to a bar and you meet Eddie - the handsome metalhead musician who isn’t at all your type, but sweeps you off your feet anyway. And when Eddie realizes your ex husband is his high school nemesis Steve Harrington? It becomes his life mission to make Steve jealous and show him just how much he’s changed since they knew each other.

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[annagaw]

the medical significance of Draco Malfoy Holding A Baby™: a micro-trope reading list

I am at a very particular point in my hormonal cycle and god damn it once again I have been asking the sub to rescue me in my time of need. It is at present biologically necessary for me to absorb content featuring Draco Malfoy Holding A Baby™.

In case anybody else suffers from the same health condition (called "having a uterus and dipping one toe into my 30s" - it is extremely serious and requires constant intervention), please allow me to share the fics that I have so far read and awarded this tag. I shall endeavour to update the list as I add to it.

For science, you understand.

NB: I have hidden fics for which baby content might be considered spoilers, but have not done so for fics in which the primary focus is pregnancy/childbirth. If you find the appearance of a baby at the end of your HEA pregnancy fic shocking, fair enough, but I refuse to hide the truth from you. Also there are a great many more wonderful fics that feature this trope than the ones on this list - this is merely a curated selection and not my definitive statement on which are Good.

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Two Idiots and a Baby by ellemenno (M, 27k) - One could be forgiven for thinking that the sole motivation for writing this fic was to find an excuse to get Draco and that baby in the same room and let the magic happen - because my god does the magic happen! But ellemenno has the audacity to deliver it to us with as much style and humour as possible. The fact that this baby situation is occurring within a genuinely intriguing murder mystery and a hilarious idiots-in-denial, colleagues-in-love plot (reminiscent of Bad Omens and Scary Partner Privilege) is especially impressive. It contains another favourite micro-trope of mine: the Very Professional Business Sleepover.

Love and Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud (M, 154k) - I know for a fact that this fic was the beginning of this particular fixation for me. It was one of the first fics I read when I discovered Dramione, and it lured me in by my need for regency romance, keeping me all distracted, before slapping me in the face with this perfect baby scene that I still think about constantly. Draco? Draco Malfoy? Having a one-sided conversation with a baby while staring out a window in a regency suit? Fetch the smelling salts, drag the bloody fainting couch over here, I am destined to swoon!

Cave, [Redacted] (E, 31k) / An Auror’s Guide to Horizontal Dueling (E, 16k) by Accio_Funky_Pants - Now, if Draco Malfoy merely holding a baby does funny things to your reproductive organs, let me tell you, you are not even ready for Draco Malfoy delivering a baby! (Hermione's baby, to be exact.) I used to struggle to read childbirth scenes, but the first fic is multiple chapters of...well, exactly that, and it is magnificent. Intimate, cathartic, warms every last cockle of your heart - truly not a cold cockle nor a dry eye left in the house (and no babies left in wombs either). The sequel fic is an extended epilogue in which, yes, you guessed it, Draco interacts yet again with a baby (and then gets laid after everyone demonstrates an extremely thorough understanding of consent). Good for him!

Witching Hour by neilistic (E, 12k) - This one is so overwhelmingly tender, I skimmed it a moment ago to make sure I remembered the plot and that alone nearly succeeded in wringing tears from me. Nice try, neilistic! (No, really, a masterful effort.) There's nothing like two people bonding over their trauma, their loneliness...but (gently) toss some tiny newborn babies into the mix? A dirty trick, designed to undo me, specifically. Ungentlemanly. (But neither half of Dramione have the energy here to be gentlemen. Oh, and did I mention? There's only one bed.)

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale (T, 237k) - The whole cast of OC Granger-Malfoy offspring in this are completely charming. They're all distinct from each other, kind of weirdos in their own way, and I respect the hell out of it - they really do feel like the children of this particular iteration of Dramione. Hermione works a lot, Draco is a very hands-on father, and everything about their dynamic here feels so lived-in and safe, even when the rest of the world is not: their inside jokes and shorthand, their domestic routines, the way their kids make fun of them, all of it! And then there's just copious amounts of Draco handling babies. I rest my case.

epiphanies by HawthorneWhisperer (M, 31k) - single dad Draco gets a lot of page time in this fandom, and deservedly so. Yes, he is a father, but - more importantly - he is Daddy, and this fic wants you to know that it knows that. It is a perfect bite-sized distillation of everything enjoyable about this trope. Special shout-out to baby Scorpius' chubby little limbs, the real MVPs.

Mind the Bump by Soap1 (E, 84k) - There are an overwhelming amount of unplanned pregnancy fics out there - and believe me that could not be further from a complaint (for you see I need my delicious trope soups, their fertile broths sustain me) (I do hate that I typed that). This one has every ingredient necessary for a balanced diet - lots of lovely gentle caretaking and medically-enforced proximity, small bite-size pieces of drama to keep things a little spicy (please, soup metaphor, let me die). Oh! And...what's this? I won't name names, but did two people bring along all of their emotional baggage from their previous relationships with them? Well, I suppose we have room to store it all somewhere in the Manor.

Pros and Cons by ChaosAndCrumpets (E, 48k) - An unplanned pregnancy fic where everything happens in the run up to an election, a famously relaxing time, especially when you are the present M-oh-M! This fic gives you a political strategist Draco of such dazzling competence that it begs the question: is Draco holding a baby merely a matter of perspective? Perhaps anyone held by such a man is rendered a baby in comparison? But don't worry there's a literal baby too (eventually), and before that there's a disgusting slimy baby-man: Cormac McLaggen! (Though, unlike a baby, McLaggen is never held by anyone willingly, or Draco ever.)

The Pureblood Society of Stay-At-Home Dads by PurpleSugarQuills (E, 2k) - I feel like all the information you really need about this one can be contained in one exceptionally powerful sentence: it begins with Draco getting up to do the night feed with a sleepy little four month old. Hush, little one. Domesticated Draco has come to take care of you. Daddy's home. (Which makes sense because he works here.)

Wait And Hope (M, 95k) / Beginning and End (E, 242k) by mightbewriting - Although I do of course love Draco interacting with his own homemade organic babies, my actual favourite iteration of this trope is the moment that Hermione sees Draco with literally any generic brand baby for the first time, and is like, "oh. I see. I had not considered this. I did not know this would feel this way." And that is captured so very beautifully in both of these fics, at different moments, in different ways (and literally remarked upon by Ginny in the former).

Entries below the break contain mild to moderate spoilers

BLOODY, SLUTTY, AND PATHETIC by WhatMurdah (E, 195k) - You would think that the ceaseless emotional and literal carnage of this fic would prepare me for how unhinged Draco would be as a father and how much it would Affect Me Personally. Alas, apparently fucking not. Draco striding into the pub with his baby that nobody else is allowed to hold? Draco napping with his baby? Don't touch that baby! That baby is His Baby. (And that Draco is My Blorbo.)

I Love You Always Forever by EvergreenTuesdays (E, 13k) - This is a somewhat unhinged addition to the list, because yes, that is a baby Draco has in one arm, but in the other hand I'm pretty sure I'm clocking the remains of a dead dove. Distinctly un-chic. Yet undoubtedly compelling. This one has forced marriage, domestic abuse, murder, gore, a gorgeous (but graphic) illustration...and is also tagged "MILF Hermione". So something for everyone, really!

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So Much (for) Stardust - Sequel to Why Am I The One? - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort, Extreme Emotional Angst, Generation Teen Wolf Stuff, Smut, Happy Ending. Set during Season 3A. After a single vulnerable night, you are determined to get Isaac back. However, you aren't prepared for that mission to send you on a path that involves fighting off a rouge Alpha Pack, a demonic witch making human sacrifices, and Isaac's own deep insecurities trying to keep you away. You hate to say it, but you're wondering how the two of you are going to survive... (20,000 words est.)

Truth or Dare - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. (Slight) Hurt and Comfort, Getting Together, Fluffy Ending. Set during Season 1. One night, when Scott and Stiles crash a sleepover that Allison is hosting with you and Lydia, Lydia insists that the boys stick around for a classic game of Truth or Dare. She dares you to kiss Stiles in front of everyone, and somehow, an embarrassing misunderstanding ends up turning into the best night of your life. (8,000 words est.)

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[kiwiana-writes]

hi MJ!! for the sleepover weekend asks, i'd love some fluffy and a few hurt/comfort firstprince fic recs! and and for fmk: bea, june and nora from rwrb! okay thats it byebye ~saturday xoxo

Forgive me: I sat on this one for so long it's now officially NEXT weekend, at least in my part of the planet, so I guess answering this is also me kicking off this weekend's slumber party 😅

I'm doing FMK first, even though I need you to know this is CRUEL. Fuck Nora, marry Bea, kill June, but I am absolutely relying on Nora's smarts/Pez's cash to get her out of this situation.

Anyway:

FLUFFY FIRSTPRINCE FIC RECS

take me back to San Francisco by @getmehighonmagic: this has a sequel languishing in my emails for that magical future day when I'm capable of reading again but I have no doubt it'll be just as incredible as part one, which is FUCKING DIVINE. Also I just... really wanna go to San Francisco.

You love me! You love me? by anarchyat4am: How often I shoehorn a rec for this fic wherever it might be even remotely applicable is sort of a running joke by this point but I stand by it actually. This is a massive comfort fic for my trans ass.

Confidential Memorandum by @sherryvalli: this fic is so stinkin' cute I feel like I need to book a dental appointment every time I read it.

Dick, Dick, Dick (You Down) by @everwitch-magiks: do I feel a deep abiding kinship with Henry's anxiety being read as rudeness in this fic? Maybe, shut up.

Getting Clinical by @cha-melodius: Yes I'm biased because this was a gift for me, no I don't care, IT'S A FUCKING DELIGHT.

In His Wildest Dreams by @myheartalivewrites: This fic is a fucking fluffy blanket of joy.

If at first you don't succeed by @clottedcreamfudge: I am lowkey obsessed with CCF second first impressions and Alex being blissfully unaware until he's not.

HURT/COMFORT FIRSTPRINCE FIC RECS

a shard or two by @aeithalian: you don't read WIPs? I don't care. Read this one. I beg of you. Hands down the most criminally underrated fic in this entire fandom in my opinion. It is so, SO good. I reread it all the time in between chapters, I am hoping DESPERATELY the author will let me ficbind it when it's done, and I will scream about it from the fucking ROOFTOPS to convince y'all to read it. No cliffhangers, no relationship drama, just the meatiest post-canon deliciousness.

(but i knew you) baby, kiss it better by saintsnames: age gap my beloved, sex bloopers my beloved, two idiots in love MY BELOVED.

i ask you how you’re doing (and i let you lie) and even though we know it isn't true by @matherines: double-reccing even though these can be read separately because HAHA OUCH MY HEART. Both of these fics just fucking flayed me alive????

you were more than just a short time by @hypnostheory: DAVID 😭😭😭😭😭😭 mind the living fuck out of the tags but FUCK this is good. Heartbreaking, but good.

Downburst by @cricketnationrise had me clutching my face from start to finish I swear to god.

So I Will Weather the Storm by @sparklepocalypse: while reading this, picture me just screaming ALEX YOU FUCKING DUMBASS at my computer the entire time and it'll be like you were right here with me the first time I read it!

The Domestication of Household Spiders by @cultofsappho: if Spider-Man Alex has no fans I am dead etc etc. This is so fucking SOFT from start to finish.

[Sleepover weekend!]

[nonexistentirl]

Can we get a Horimiya manga sequel?

I need to see ToruYuki end up together. Theirs was a slower burn romance than the main couple. It felt like their relationship had made some progress during the latter parts of the manga but then the series ended without giving them a proper closure.

We never got to see Papa Sengoku find out about his son's girlfriend either. He'd have loved Remi!

What happened with Chika and Shindou, whether they succeeded in convincing Chika's parents about their relationship or not.

Heck we never even got to see Miyamura's father! I think there was an illustration of him by the mangaka. That man was HOT! Too hot to not make a single appearance throughout the series.

And Sengoku finding out about Miyamura's tattoos finally! Now Sengoku's gonna just believe that bazooka lie for the rest of eternity.

If nothing else they should have at least given us Miyamura and Ishikawa calling each other by their first names! Remember how jealous Miyamura got when Ishikawa got on a first name basis with Yanagi before he did with Miyamura, when the two have known each other for longer?

Yeah, it kinda felt like none of the earlier plot points were properly wrapped up by the end. As much as I liked Yuna and Souta's romance, I'd have loved to have these in the main story as well.

And at the same time I'd like to talk about how the manga struggles with consistency.

Hori and Miyamura did the deed but Miyamura doesn't know her boob size?

Sengoku and Hori were childhood friends but she and Papa Sengoku couldn't recognise each other?

The matter of Hori's insecurities about being seen without her make up by her school friends is never addressed again. The early chapters Hori was so self conscious about how people perceived her and keeping up appearances.

We should have had more development on that front as well with their friends coming over to the Hori house and seeing her in her comfort zone. It would have contributed to her character development. I think throughout the entire series, other than Miyamura, only Yuki and Sengoku got to visit the Hori household. Sengoku is her childhood friend so he doesn't count. But they should have had the whole gang come over to her house at some point. Maybe a girls sleepover with Yuki, Remi and Sakura.

The thing with her parents too. In the beginning one of her biggest issues was her parents being absent all the time and her having to take care of herself, her brother and the house by herself most of the time. But as the story progressed the whole thing went to shits because the Hori parents are home pretty frequently. Kyoko never confronted them about her feelings after being left alone as a child. The issues with Miyamura, like the bullying and stuff, were addressed and dealt with pretty decently as the story progressed. But often times it felt like Hori's character was completely butchered for the sake of funny. Hori did not deserve that, tbh. While Miyamura's character developed for the better, Hori's went through the biggest downgrade of the century.

As much as I love this series, I also have many gripes with it. Despite running for the course of 9 years, the ending somehow felt rushed and incomplete to me.

[mirandyficlists]

Hii i trying to find this fiction in Ao3 and it's Andy had exactly two days to prepare for Miranda Priestly's heat. A heat that no one even knew the editor went through once every month.

Hey Nonnie

I'm not sure which one it is, though I'm thinking possibly Heat Wave. Hopefully you'll recognise it in this list of A/O/B fics.

Alpha Beta Omega verse Mirandy Fics

An Alpha Sherriff by Dragonposeidon  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21500476/chapters/51243430

Back to the Present (sequel to Power)LSWild  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20417687/chapters/48434852

Bridging the Gap  by Methodmom  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24343948/chapters/58701364

Caught by Animal51  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14893658/chapters/34493390

Coming Alive by Rmepashn  http://archiveofourown.org/works/8475430/chapters/19420150

Estoy enamorada de mi jefa (Spanish) by Markw322  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43698280/chapters/109882759

Family by Loafoaf https://archiveofourown.org/works/26414911/chapters/64350799

First Sleepover by Loafoaf  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15819591

Heat by Loafoaf  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14762813/chapters/34138922

Heat Wave by Inbetweens  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14503092/chapters/33505212

It Started With a Cup of Coffee by Methodmom  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20923820

On a Wing and a Prayer by Bearblue  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8515046/1/TDWP-BTVS-On-a-Wing-and-a-Prayer

Once Upon a Dream (Maleficent riff)by Drippingwithsin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19352689

Power by LSWild  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16198859/chapters/37857647

Revendique by DansMacabres  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14838401/chapters/34344371

The Devil is an Omega by Equus  https://archiveofourown.org/works/51377227

The Gods of Old by thedevilsinthedetails  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22022740

To Her Rescue by Frivilouswriter  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28197105/chapters/69094695

[buckys-little-belle]

Hihihi! Tan we pwease get another chapter of Little Bunny? Maybe where Bunny shows up at da Byers’ in da middle of da night u’cuz their famiwy was bein’ mean, or yellin? An Will & El & Joyce can kinda calm Bunny down u’cuz dey know how ta take care of little ones, but Hop is jus standin dere, half asweep like🧍🏻‍���️an doesn’ know whas goin on, an Will has ta call Gare ta calm Bunny down, an Bunny ends up goin’ ta Gares house, or Gare an Bunny stay at da Byers’? Fank you, I lobs you! 🫶🏻

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Four) (Blurb)

Sleepover Emergency

Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - family issues (described vaguely, but really not explained in detail. there is mention of police reports from before they moved to Hawkins though.), yelling mentioned, eating mentioned, byers family chaoticness, crying, feelings of being scared mentioned, long cold walk ... FOUND FAMILY, HUGS, FLUFF AFTER THE ANGST, LOVE

Notes - I've been in a writting mood latley and missed this series so I thought I'd drop this here for Y'all. I hope you like it, and I hope my writting hasn't changed too much in the time I've been gone! (Also while I do follow the prompt for the most part, O have put my own spin on it etc)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this account, SFW

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During the day September air was chilly but not cold, light sweaters everyone's preferred "coat" to keep warm. But the night grew cold, the wind wiping around, leaves flying and twirling in the air. Y/n had rushed to get out of their house, the pj's they had on even less warm then what they wore to school. But even as they're teeth began to chatter slightly, goosebumps rising on their arms, they knew they made the right decision.

The Byer's house was usually an eight minute walk, the bus stop twelve, but in the dark with scary noises stalling them the walk ended up being twenty. When the wooden door came into view, and they walked up the step a breath of relief was puffed before they began knocking. The action hardly made a sound but Joyce was known to have "mom ears" that could hear anything even in a deep sleep.

"Hello." She whispered in an effort to not scare the timid Y/n who's cheeks were painted with tears. "Come in." Her hand landed on Y/n's back in a protective move, her head jutting out the door to look down the street expecting to see a car driving off, yet all she was met with was the silent and cold night. "Did you walk here?" Joyce's voice grew more frantic as she looked over the poor kid for any injuries, her hands meeting freezing skin.

Before Y/n could defend their case a warm blanket was wrapped around them and the name 'Hopper' was being yelled out around them. Joyce didn't leave Y/n's side as they continued to cry, every family member awoken from the commotion now in the livingroom with wide eyes.

"What's going one?" El asked as she slowly walked towards Y/n, her hand landing on their shoulder in a show of support.

"I'm not sure." Joyce voiced, her eyes meeting an even more confused hopper. "They walked here Jim, walked."

Hopper knew who Y/n was, Gareth had told him everything there was to know about them. Including the life they had at home, an aunt who only kept them around for the money the government offered. Y/n had to do everything on their own and pay for everything on their own, and for that reason the poor kid was on Hopper's radio. He vowed the first time he hear of some sort of altercation, commotion, or disruption from the house he would intervene. He just never expected them to show up on his doorstep.

"Call the Gareth," He said to will. "Get another blanket from the linen closet," He ordered Jonathan. "El why don't you see if we have a seepingbag downstairs." Each kid rushed off to do their tasks. "What's going on kid?" Hopper then turned his attention to a shivering Y/n.

"Sh- She said no," A sob broke through. "No more." They shook their head and tried their best to wipe their tears off their cheeks. "I can't go back." They pulled in a deep breath trying to calm themself down.

"It's okay sweetie." Joyce offered a lopsided smile, rubbing her hands up and down trying to warm them up. "We've got you."

"I'm going to head to the station to write up a few things then head over to get their stuff." Hopper's voice was direct but sympathetic, wishing he had done something sooner hating that this poor kid could have avoided the cold walk and most likely harsh talk back at their aunts house.

"M' stuff?" They cried again.

"Yeah kid, you're stuff." The jingle of his keys filled in the silence. "There's no way I'm letting you go back, I've seen the reports, I'm not failing you too." Y/n opened their mouth to say something but Hopper cut in before they could say anything. "Here kid, you'll stay here."

"Yay!" El chimed in as she carried in a huge bundle. "I've always wanted bunk beds!" The grin on her face was genuine.

Y/n was silent, though a huge smile was plastered on their face at the kindness these people were showing them. They hadn't ever felt like this before, so supported. Y/n assumed they would maybe get to sleepover for the night until their aunt caved and took them back, or they got sent away. Yet everyone around them was talking about them staying for forever it seemed.

"Are you hungry at all?" Joyce asked, Y/n shaking their head 'no'.

"He's here." Jonathan called from the front window, the distinct bright lights of Gareth's car showing through the curtains. "Hey man." He opened the door, the two of them talking quietly, no doubt Jonathan updating Gareth on the situation.

Gareth nodded before taking in the room, Y/n standing and still shivering, Joyce stressed, and the twins stuck with unknowing looks on their faces. "Hi bunny." Gareth whispered as he got closer to Y/n, Joyce taking a step back and giving the kids some space, her and Jonathan slipping into the kitchen to make a few calls. "Let's sit down." His hands landed on Y/n's shoulders as he led them to the couch, plopping himself down before Y/n sat next to him, his arm wrapping around them instantly, their head falling to his shoulder.

"'m good." They whispered. "Right? 'm a good kid?" Their voice wavered, silent tears slipping down their cheeks. "She said I was bad." They whispered even quieter.

Gareth placed his chin atop their head, pulling them in closer, El's eyes tearing up and Will fidgeting with his hands. "Yeah, Bunny, you're a good kid." He felt his own tears begin to build, the way Bunny looked and sounded making his heart crumble a little. Everyone around them kept trying to tear them down, kids at school, people at home, he knew he needed to protect them, and clearly this hug was his first step.

"Hopper said he'll get Y/n's things this afternoon, and he'll bring them back here." She smiled, her eyes locking on Y/n's. "You can stay here as long as you need sweetie." Her voice was soft and her eyes teary too. "We can get a bunkbed and some extra things and you can share a room with El or Will."

"Me." El cut in, clearly offended that Will would even have the possibility of a roommate. El's hand landed on Y/n's shoulder in a supportive way, a huge smile on her face. "Sleepovers are fun."

"I don' wan' t' bother anyone, I can go." Y/n went to stand up but El sat her back down.

"You'll be staying here, you're apart of the family now. You won't be on your own anymore." Jonathan cut in this time, his big brother mode activated. Both of his siblings had gone through hell, and he hated to see it. He wouldn't let Y/n's hell continue either, no matter what he had to do.

So at 4am Y/n sat on the couch as everyone around them worked to get things in order for the time being, pancakes placed on the dining table for everyone, and not once were they left alone or left out. They were excited to welcome this new normal, this new family.

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Fuck it Friday

Here we go- a bit of self promo putting a touch of F in your Friday with one of my E fics that I was quite pleased with. 😏

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @heartshapedvows @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @loserdiaz with wonderful snippets

Coming Home 8.5K first kiss to first time (sequel to I Missed You 11k an angsty little number where Buck leaves for several months until Eddie finds him and finally tells him how he feels but can be read alone) A bit from each chapter to tempt you in

Chapt 1 😚

“Buck we can’t.” Eddie doesn’t sound completely convinced.

“Why?” he tries not to whine

“Because if you kiss me I’m not going wanna stop and we’re at work.”

“I’m not, not back yet.” Eddie considers this a persuasive argument.

“One kiss Eds, please”

Eddie groans, moves infinitesimally closer then pulls back again, head thunking against the wall. His pupils are blown he’s panting and they haven’t done anything.

“We’re waiting.” he says but he lifts his hand and runs his fingers slowly over Buck’s parted lips. Buck closes his eyes and chases after them, catches Eddie’s hand by the wrist, if that’s all he gets he’ll take it. He pulls his hand to his mouth and kisses the palm, drags his lips up to a finger and slides the tip into his mouth.

Chapt 2 ☺️

Chris is already sat on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and Eddie eyes narrow suspiciously, half amused, half concerned.

“Everything ok?”

“Just sit down Dad”

“We need to talk.”

Eddie frowns, well that is a worry, few conversations that start with that end well. “We do?”

“Yes” Chris sounds serious. “It’s about Buck.”

Eddie sits down a little harder than he intended, oh God what if Chris has worked it out and disapproves, he never thought of that. Chris loves Buck so much he never thought he’d be unhappy if they got together. He keeps the nervousness out of his voice when he asks the tentatively, “What about Buck?”

“I don’t want him to go away again.” Some of his anxiety fades, that’s somewhat reassuring at least.

“Neither do I” Eddie reassures him quickly “but I don’t think he will bud.”

“He was sad before but he’s not anymore.” Eddie can’t work out what Chris is trying to say to him.

“No, I think he’s happy to be back.”

“With us?”

“Yes.”

Then Chris gets to his point.

“With you?” Chris fixes him with a look far more penetrating than a preteen should be capable of.

“Um” Eddie’s horrified to feel his cheeks start to go red.

Chris nods thoughtfully, taking his father’s embarrassment in his stride “That’s what I thought.” Then he follows up with a crushing statement, “Dad, why are grown ups so silly That makes him laugh and he bumps shoulders with his son, “no idea.”

Chris has another question, “Denny asked if I can go to his for a sleepover tonight. Can I?”

“That’s a bit short notice Chris” Eddie’s reluctant to agree and anyway he’s already asked Carla to babysit tonight while he’s out with Buck.

“Denny said it was his mom’s idea so it’s fine.”

“Was it now?” he mutters and thinks about his meddling friends fondly.

Chapt 3 😏

Buck pulls away to breathe deeply, mutters his name in a reverent tone with his eyes closed. Eddie’s dizzy, he doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed quite like that, like he was the oxygen necessary for Buck to breathe.

He thinks its finished but then his lips are taken again, harder, faster and he’s being moved backwards until he hits the door of the fridge with a thump. Eddie meets the fire from Buck eagerly, hands coming up and burying themselves in his curls. He tugs slightly and Buck groans, kisses him harder, presses then closer together. He can feel the aching hardness between his legs matched by Buck, pressed up close like this there is just enough friction to tease but not satisfy.

The kisses were a lot but then Buck shifts to his neck kissing downwards, when he bites lightly into the muscle Eddie cries out and his knees actually do stop working he slides a little down the refrigerator door. Buck stops to laugh his breath tickles and Eddie’s squirms. Buck bites again making him gasp once more.

“Like that huh?”

“Take a guess.”

“Nuh huh we said we’d talk,” he’s peppering more kisses along his skin “you gotta tell me these things Eds, I gotta know what feels good”

“You, you feel good” he’s arching back against the door, pressing himself harder against Buck, giving him more access to his neck. Buck hums a pleased little noise. When Eddie looks at him he’s blushing.

“Yeah?”

Eddie pushes his hip forward again to prove it and Buck takes a stuttering breath at the pressure against his cock, eyelids fluttering shut.

Eddie licks his lips “Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?”

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Your Pursuit of Perfection

Story and Artwork By: @GachaWolfieBloom

Chapter 2: A Fun Night With Friends

Summary: A few months after the events of WOTFI 2023, SMG4 starts having really bad dreams about the "Its gotta be perfect" incident. One night however, his fear allows the nightmares to break through and he gets taken to a horrific dimension. He finally meets the tv adware, who manipulates him into returning to his insane ways, intent on claiming much more than the perfect video. Now it's up to his friends to stop this madness and save SMG4. Can they do it in time or will they lose SMG4 forever? (In case you are unaware this is a sequel to the its gotta be perfect movie)

Tags: angst, its gotta be perfect, love confession, luigi, mario, meggy, melony, nightmares, scary, smg3, smg4, smg34, smg3 x smg4, tari, tv adware

Everything had been set up at the castle for the sleepover as a circle of sleeping bags had been placed in the main hall. Each one was fitted with the color schemes and logos of the person it belonged to. "WELCOME TO MARIO'S SLUMBER PARTY!" Mario had on his red pajama top with his spaghetti patterned pants. Everyone was super excited to get started, except for Four.

He clung onto Beeg while thinking to himself. No doubt he was fixated on those awful nightmares of his. Mario tried to cheer him up by saying "Don't worry Smg4. If anything can stop your scary dreams, it's a fun filled night with your best friends!" He turned to Three and said "Right Smg3?"

Three was sitting in his skull pajamas while petting Eggdog. "Yeah whatever you say idiot." Four tried to muster a weak smile. "Thanks Mario..." Mario then noticed his pillow and got a scathingly good idea. He grabbed it and flung it across the room, hurdling towards Saiko. She took a step back to get out of the way and instead the pillow hit Luigi, sending him flying right into the wall.

Bob noticed and grabbed a grenade launcher from out of his bag. "BRO IT'S ON!" Normally Four would come and join his friends in their shenanigans, but he just couldn't shake that awful feeling from his mind, even if Mario had cheered him up a little. Saiko could see Four's uneasiness and went over to Three. She whispered to him "I think you should go check on him." He looks up to her and then to Four. Raising an eyebrow, he asks "Why would I do that?"

She sighed and said "Your the only one who knows what he's going through." Saiko wasn't wrong. He was the one to give Four the idea of the perfect video in the first place. He even admitted back there that he felt the same way when he had control of the channel. Not just that, but he also told Four he would always be there for him so it was kinda his responsibility to take care of that moron.

"Alright fine." Just then, an explosion sent Saiko crashing onto the ground. She got up with furry in her eyes to find Bob, holding a grenade launcher and Meggy beside him with a pillow. They both shared a glance with each other and quickly hid their items behind their backs. Both of them pointed at the other and said

"It was him!"

"IT WAS HER!"

Saiko took out her hammer and started swinging violently, causing both of them to duck out of the way. Bob's eyes began to turn red from anger and he started launching missiles everywhere while Meggy took out her splatshot gun and fired ink in a bunch of directions. Three got up, placing Eggdog down and said "OI! Stop fighting!" Nobody listened to him as the pillow fight was escalating immensely. 

Melony had fallen asleep already in her sleeping bag and Tari was using her's to hide. Beeg had managed to squeeze out of Four's grasp and he and Eggdog went to go hide somewhere. A grenade was heading straight for them, but Boopkins quickly scooped them up and ran around the room screaming. Three just watched and facepalmed himself. "God why did I agree to hang out with these losers." 

Four was still curled up, burying his face in his knees. That was it. Three had reached his breaking point when he could see that this was not helping Four at all. "EVERYONE SHUT UP! YOU'RE MAKING FOUR FEEL WORSE!" Everyone froze in place and teleported to their sleeping bags while everything else had been instantly cleaned up. Meggy was the first to regret her actions. "Sorry about that Four. We didn't mean to stress you out." He poked his head out from the curled position and muttered "It's fine Meggy. I'm alright."

Tari got the courage to mention another option in mind. "How about we play some monopoly instead." She went to go get the game out of the storage room while everyone else agreed. Three knew that Four was lying so he said "You guys start. I'm going to talk privately with Four." Mario got a smug grin. "Ooooo is Smg3 and Smg4 going to make sweet love in there?" 

Three blushes furiously and punched Mario. "MAMA!" Four was a tad confused. "Huh. But-" Before he could get another word in, Three grabbed his hand and dragged him towards his room. Once he shut the door he turned towards Four. "Look. I know you were lying back there." Four tried to cover it up by putting on a fake smile and laughing nervously. "What do you mean? I'm fine."

"No you're not. I can tell that you're stressed and overthinking things. Is this about the nightmares?" No use in pretending now. Three knew him too well. "It just feels like someone is out to get me y'know. I can hear their voice in my head, even when I'm awake." Three's expression softens a little while Four's breathing speeds up. "I just can't shake off these bad memories and if I get taken over again I could hurt someone and-"

"Four. Slow down." He didn't listen and kept rambling on. "And I'm worried that no one forgives me for what I did and they all hate me-" Three tried to calm him down. "Four would you just-"

"IT JUST HAS TO BE PERFECT!!!" Four breaks down and starts sobbing uncontrollably. "SMG4! WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!" Four stops from his breakdown to look into Three's red ruby eyes. He was softly holding Four's hand and rubbing his finger to calm him down. "I understand you feel that way, but remember what I said?" Four nods while Three wipes the tears off his face. "No matter what you make, we will always be here to have fun and laugh together."

The two stand in silence for a while till Four speaks up. "I know. I'm just scared it will happen again..." Three lets go of his hand, disappointed. "I understand if you need some space. I'll just leave you alone if that's what you want." He leaves the room to go join the others, abandoning Four to be by himself. Why did he just let Three leave like that? Should he have said something differently? Now he was even more hurt. Letting this whole situation affect his friends like that. They were all having a great time till he ruined it all.

He went back into the hall to sit back down. "Oh Four you're back!" Meggy piped up. "Three told us you want some space. You're still welcome to play with us if you'd like." This time Four wouldn't say a word as he just shook his head and faced the other way. He could hear his friends laughing and having a good time behind him. He wouldn't interfere this time. He wouldn't spoil it for them. They deserved to be happy.

You don't deserve that happiness...Not after what you did...

Chapter 3: Nightmares Come True

[punemy-spotted]

Sixteen Tons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Muscle and Blood

Pairing: Miner!Curtis Everett x Witch!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS A HORROR FIC, Discussion of death, graphic depiction of someone bleeding out, 1890s coal mining town aesthetic in the modern day, strong pro-union opinions, Pentecostal Christianity, Appalachian Gothic Horror, Cosmic Horror, See future chapter warnings for additional tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Chapter Summary: The world melts away, rots into dirt and decay, and as a garden grows untended, you find your gifts crowding out the rest of your life.

We all know that the only light in the deep dark is a paycheck. So hush. Count your blessings, boy. Roof over your head, food on the table, diesel and grease, work boots on the porch, crippled back, crumbling joints, and silence. Company and even union, tuck you in, shut you up, and leave you to rot. And God damn it, you’d better be grateful. - Old Gods of Appalachia Episode 3: The Covenant

Notes: This fic also serves as a sort of direct sequel to Glory, Amen, in that the reader is technically the daughter of Pastor and Ma Rogers, but uses a pseudonym outside of the home she grew up in. The song referenced in this chapter is No Glory, by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. They're wonderful, so check them out!

At the time of publishing this chapter, the Family Sleepover, Down in the Valley is still ongoing! Please come by and check it out as we celebrate spooky season all year ‘round!

Also, in this house we support Unions.

All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

‘Course, everything dies, eventually. Much as you loathed sittin’ through your daddy’s sermons, you knew the truth in ‘em — death is a prize every livin’ being, regardless of sapience or the desire to be, ought to aspire for.

Death is the gift of all gifts, your daddy would proclaim from his bone-and-antler pulpit, the final gesture of our loving Lord and Savior — an’ of course, you, your sisters, your momma, your daddy and a few others your daddy claimed were kinfolk on his side were just… all the guides meant to introduce all manner of worldly beings too blind t’understand just how precious that kind of oblivion was to the glory of that final, permanent end.

Still.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Curtis Everett is going to die in your kitchen, his own pickaxe embedded in his chest, the final desperate pumps of his pierced heart pouring blood all over that pretty linoleum you didn’t actually like keepin’ in your kitchen an’ probably would tear up after you came to terms with never feelin’ like you could scrub away the remnants of him.

You watch it play out before you like you’ve done plenty of times before, the course of Curtis Everett’s life written in scars yet t’be earned, bruises waitin’ to bloom on flesh that has known little more than the danger an’ dread of coal dust for as long as you have known him.

You also watch him sittin’ in your clinic, for once not complainin’ as you finish cleaning and re-wrappin’ the thankfully not festering burn he’d been dutifully lettin’ you treat — per your own professional orders — for the past week-and-a-half, Looks like it’s healin’ nicely, but it’ll probably scar.

It’s not the first scar he’s earned in Snowpiercer, but it’s certainly not goin’ to be the last. You’ve been countin’ down the months — and injuries — to that particular worry for a while. The ones you can help him avoid — the ones he listens to you about — you warn against, and the ones he can’t escape, you patch up. The same as you would anyone in Snowpiercer, bein’ the company’s own doctor as you are.

Your momma’d scold you up, down an’ sideways if she knew what you were doin’, interferin’ with the predestined path of men as you watched ‘em struggle, suffer, an’ eventually succumb. But your momma wasn’t here to know, an’ ever if she was, your momma’d never be able to understand just what sorta poison of a gift it was she’d saddled you with.

Death is a Rogers daughter’s birthright, even if they themselves were more often than not denied the majesty of its truest gift. You were not born into this life to die, but to be a guardian of it, to guide the walkin’ dead makin’ their way beyond the borders of that ol’Holler you’d been born in through the trials of judgment an’ that precious, ultimate verdict.

You were not, your momma woulda reminded, voice sharp as the trowel she always kept at her side, garden bloomin’ by her stern hand, meant to shield ‘em from the pains of life — an’ the lessons to be gleaned from ‘em!

Anythin’ you want me to do with it? Curtis Everett’s question breaks you out of your bitterness, reminds you of the more pressin’ responsibilities you chose. You turn to watch him, lookin’ at him as if you might just need a moment to remember the exact instructions you ought to give for his wound care.

Except that’s not what you give, is it?

‘Stead, you look over Curtis Everett’s work-weary expression, the quest dread in his eyes at the prospect of needin’ to manage yet one more thing, one more purchase at the Company Store, one more burden to bear, Just come by every evenin’. I’ll keep the coal dust outta them wrappin’s for you.

You know full well you’ll need to work late t’take care of it — an’ t’clean the coal dust outta your clinic — but it’s better you than him.

Least, that’s what you tell yourself, as Curtis Everett’s shoulder relax, relief floodin’ those work-weathered features you’ve almost started memorizing by this time, makin’ the sleep you will almost certainly lose tomorrow and the remainder of this week worth it.

It must always be worth it.

By the time you leave your clinic, barrin’ the doors for  the night, even the moon’s started its settin’, leaving the town in near-pitch darkness. You might’ve — if you were young an’ naïve enough — equated the darkness around you to a mineshaft, if mineshafts still had the privilege of fresh air to reward you for breathin’.

Not on Company Time.

Wiser folk than you might’ve considered stayin’ indoors ‘til sunup. Maybe even considered the merits of puttin’ a cot in your office to avoid havin’ to brave the deep woods durin’ the Witchin’ Hour, everyone more than aware of what sorta shadows lurked beyond the borders of a sad little minin’ town — an’ what sorta shadows would encroach upon those borders the moment they got the chance.

You… ain’t got much time t’think about that now though, not when you catch sight of the figure lurkin’ by the road, the only path there is t’ween your two worlds — the Clinic and the House. Everett?

There he is, hands jammed into the pockets of his overcoat, lurkin’ by the lone streetlamp Pierce an’ Rumlow’d finally seen fit to install in this part of town, after you’d spent about four years complainin’. Too late to be walkin’ back alone, Doctor, he tells you, almost sheepishly, expression invisible in the darkness — and yet you know exactly how his lips have curved into a half-smile you might’ve been quick to return had you seen it in the daytime, Figured I’d walk you back up as thanks for stayin’  late for me.

You can’t help yourself, really — you smile at him right back, the corners of your mouth tickin’ up despite the cruelty playin’ out before your eyes, at least until you remember yourself an’ blink away the vision, If I kept the same hours as you pit boys, nobody’d be gettin’ patched up. Now you best not be tellin’ me you were lurkin’ out here in the pitch dark an’ cold waitin’ for me t’finish my notes and close up, Curtis Everett.

Maybe you ought not have put words in his mouth — or taken ‘em out, as the case may be — as he shrugs at you and flashes you a grin you cannot see but are certain of, Then I won’t, Doctor.

An’ with that, he starts off back down the road, towards the lights still spillin’ from the windows of your boarding house, hummin’ some ol’ work song you only halfway knew the words too. An’ you watch him go on for longer than you should, takin’ in the sight of his silhouette slowly becomin’ part of the gloom.

You catch up soon enough, keepin’ up with his long, languid strides as if by some miracle, your own steps quick and harried. There are moments you wonder how a man like Curtis Everett — always managin’ to tower over everyone in the room, includin’ Superintendent Wilford an’ that lady Minister Mason he’d installed over at  the Tabernacle of the Iron Gospel — ever really managed to fit in the mines this whole sad sack of a town was built around.

Shouldn’t have stayed out waitin’ for me, you scold with a good-natured ribbin’, not really meaning to chastise… but worry instead, You’ll’ve missed dinner call, Everett.

So’ve you, Doctor, he counters, the burr of laughter in his voice makin’ you roll your eyes an’ put on a scowl you barely mean — mostly cuz you hate feelin’ so outwitted, but no one dare make you admit it.

I’m allowed to be late, I own the place, you argue right back, a rebuttal that earns you another low chuckle, a sound you’re only used to hearin’ from Curtis on rare occasion — earnin’ you a burn of pride in your chest at hearing it now.

You really ought not do this, you know. But here you are, comfortable in the cold silence of the deep night, hands jammed into your coat pockets, walkin’ alongside Curtis Everett with all the calm an’ ease of dear friends.

Glancing at him. Looking without lookin’, pretendin’ you don’t know what you’ll see when you—

You know better, is the bottom line. You know you ought to know better — hell, you know your momma taught you better.

In the corner of your vision, Curtis Everett bleeds his last on your linoleum floor.

In front of you? Curtis Everett hums a work song an’ walks with you through the gloom, right up to the gold-light gleam of your doorstep an’ into your kitchen, the ghosts of the future fadin’ into an approaching dawn.

An’ maybe that’s enough.

Company House — its true name barely in use by you or your boarders, halfway for your own protection an’ halfways cuz it’s just easier — is a handsome-enough structure, nothin’ like that ramblin’ greenhouse you’d sprouted in, a bloom in your momma’s garden.

No. Company House — name lost an’ purpose found — on the other hand, is yours. All yours.

A loomin’ thing, the house cuts through the nighttime gloom like a lighthouse, every window on its main story burstin’ with light. Built on a hill overlookin’ the town proper, it served as home an’ hearth for any miner ineligible for the pretty pre-built housin’ developments south of the mine, where Pierce & Rumlow… rewarded those willin’ to produce more bodies to throw into that gapin’ wound the combine’d carved into the mountainside with such luxuries as driveways, fences, mortgages, an’ obligations.

It was just the way you liked it. Home for the lonely an’ the friendless — least that’s how it sounded in town, if someone dared ask Minister Mason about the mountain fortress an’ the ‘Godless Heathens’ inhabitin’ it. The Iron Gospel she preached ran on the blood an’ bones of its congregation, on family an’ obligation, on ties that bind whole generations to the mine.

A Gospel that had no room for the wholly different kinda worship that comes from strangers sittin’ round a table breakin’ bread an’ formin’ bonds. On brotherhood an’ union, on wantin’ somethin’ better that the paltry concessions afforded by minders with plenty of money t’provide more. You knew it then from your daddy’s own congregation an’ those Sunday suppers your momma arranged each week. You know it now from the warm surety of Curtis Everett’s hand on your arm, keepin’ you from losin’ your footing on that trick step you ain’t had time to fix — I can get Ed to take care of that tomorrow — and the sound of hurried conversation bubbling outta your front parlor, house still buzzin’ with life.

Shit, Curtis’s swearing nearly startles you outta your skin all over again as you both stand on the front porch, stompin’ the day’s coal dust off your shoes, forgot there was meeting tonight. Foreman’s gonna have words for me, no doubt.

You’re allowed t’be late, for walkin’ me home, you tell him, letting the light of the house illuminate your smile as you open the front door.

Meeting is a cute word for it — s’the way things go, get the lonely and the friendless to start airin’ grievances an’ suddenly they ain’t so lonely nor so friendless anymore. A man with a wife and children might think twice about givin’ the company a reason to tear away the roof over his family’s head, divin’ into his future tomb day after day, respirator an’ headlamp in hand, but a man with nothin’ to lose is a man with a bone to pick with the only industry in town capable of puttin’ food in his belly on a daily basis — so long as he survived to see his next meal. Unions, you got used to hearin’ back in your own holler, are the Lord’s way of puttin’ His protection back into a man’s own hands.

Too bad them folks at P&R’d forgotten that sorta conventional wisdom.

Tonight’s union meeting is just about comin’ to a close when you and Curtis walk in, a cracked joke derailing whatever Gilliam’s supposed agenda had left to cover. You’re late, the old man half-scolds, room hushed by his disappointment as all eyes turn to you and the union leader you know you’re already being accused of distracting.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Ignoring the raised voices that begin in your wake — and unwilling to get between two men in the middle of a union dispute — you make yourself proper scarce, disappearing into the kitchen. Between running the clinic and  the house, you’re run halfway ragged, but you do cheer quietly upon seeing two foil-covered plates sitting in the fridge — Yona keeps true to her eternal word, making sure nobody goes hungry if she’s got the time and the ingredients.

The sound of someone entering the kitchen while you’re putting plates in the warmer don’t surprise you much — someone was bound to follow you into this place eventually — but you don’t turn around, not immediately.

Not ‘til Curtis Everett clears his throat, Thought I smelled food.

You sure  you ain’t part bloodhound, smellin’ it all the way out there?

There. Another burr of laughter, low in his throat, and another burn of pride.

They calm down out there? You wave your hand toward the general direction of the parlor, noting the distinct lack of raised voices now that the warmer’s stopped beepin’ at you.

It’s my fault — should’ve told ‘em I’d be late.

They worried?

He’s quiet at that, the silence sittin’ heavy on both your shoulders while you move around the kitchen some more, collectin’ utensils and glancin’ back at him occasionally, waiting.

Finally — Gilliam’s steppin’ down. Nobody wants the job — company’s made sure of that.

You set the platter in front of him, to quiet thanks, He still want you to take over?

He don’t need to answer. You see it again, written all over his face — someone’s gotta do it.

The rest of the meal is… quiet. Heavy. Uncomfortable. A silence neither of you are willin’ to break, coupled with glances neither of you are willin’ to admit to, brows furrowed and thoughts elsewhere. Barely tasting the food, just glad to have something to busy your mouths with, ‘stead of trying to hold a conversation neither party wants t’have or worse — trying to change the fuckin’ subject, with both your minds trapped on the things you’d rather not think about.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Everything dies, eventually. You rationalize it between bites, teeth on tongue to keep the scream of it all held in your chest. Everything dies, including Curtis Everett. Including Gilliam — whose death you’ve pre-emptively forgiven certain parties for. Including Yona — whose hands will evidence endless adventures before she lays down for that final rest, satisfied an’ satisfying. Everything dies. Includin’ Curtis Everett.

Curtis Everett, who will take on the work. Who, in three weeks’ time, will be back in your clinic, bullet in his shoulder an’ strike unbroken. Company infuriated.

One injury closer.

You open your mouth, about to do the unthinkable, disappointment and poisoned bloom — everythin’ dies, but Curtis Everett deserves to choose — when the music finally registers with you both.

Music. And singing. And laughter.

The kitchen door slams open hard enough to rattle the plates in the cupboard, Yona’s wild presence in the doorway, Come on!

No explanation. No answers. You’ll have t’see it to know it.

Curtis glances back at you, brow raised an’ hackles too. Better make sure they’re behavin’ out there, is all you give in response to it, on your feet in a flash, empty dishes in hand.

He lingers, eyes on you. Imposes his will with his presence, You need help with the dishes?

Let him stay.

You don’t.

S’two plates an’ a couple mugs. I’ll be fine — you go, keep an eye on ‘em for me.

He’s so fast — behind you in a flash. How does a man so tall an’ so full of presence move so fast?

Got no time  for answering that, not when his hand’s on your shoulder and you’re glancin’ back at him without thinkin’, waiting. Come out there when you’re done or Yona’ll never let either of us hear the end of it.

An’ neither will I, is what he doesn’t say. Not aloud, at least, stepping back only when you nod.

It don’t stop you from hearin’ it though, playin’ on loop in your mind all the way through dishes, through cleanin’ up your kitchen, through makin’ good on your word an’ takin’ that cautious walk to your parlor, where the sound of stompin’ boots joins in with the chorus of voices pouring outta your record player, blessedly drownin’ out all manner of conscious thought.

Take me down to that red dirt road Where all them white tails, white tails roam

The parlor is abuzz with life, a hive of movement as you take in rearranged furniture an’ the slowly climbin’ beat of stomping boots coupled with clapping hands, ring of bodies circlin’ the room, all watching Tanya — up from the General Store like always, on behalf of the widows this town left behind — in her valiant attempt to tutor Edgar in the complexities an’ social conventions of a good ol’ fashioned barn dance.

I don’t belong in a big coal town Can’t hear my Lord in all that sound

You almost manage t’become part of that ring of onlookers, slippin’ past the disapproval ruining Gilliam’s face, but turns out no one escapes Curtis Everet, work-hardened fingers winding around your wrist an’ pulling you back, Thought I was gonna have t’come rescue you from the sink, and now there’s no getting away, nor are you feelin’ quite so keen on it anymore.

Not when he looks at you like that.

Wanna show ‘em how it’s done, Doctor?

You dance, Everett? Since when? And since when did Curtis Everett become capable of smiling so sweet he just might fool you into saying yes?

Hell — what gave him the right?

Well I’ve had my fill, of concrete floor Where all them highways, them highways grow

You don’t get a chance to ask too many questions of him, not when he’s pullin’ your fool self right into the center of that cleared floor, sayin’ somethin’ about secrets you barely catch before he’s turnin’ you about an’ you gotta start paying some fucking attention.

There ain’t no glory None that I see None to compare Your love for me

‘Course, you’ve danced before — your daddy might’ve been a fire an’ brimstone preacher up at that bone an’ antler pulpit but he wasn’t a fool — but barn dances an’ church revivals don’t do shit t’prepare you for the rush, for the easy pressure of Curtis Everett’s hands on you, for the peal of laughter that pours outta your throat before you get a chance to think about it the moment he spins you out an’ catches you back with entirely too much ease.

He surprises you and doesn’t at the same time, sure hands and steady feet, both of you catching on to the rhythm quickly as the rest of the room drums the beat, a cacophony of work boots strikin’ the floor in a steady pattern, You gonna answer my question properly, Everett, you accuse him and he pulls you closer, smile on your face betrayin’ any anger you might be feigning.

I’m full of surprises, Doctor.

My days are few, my time is near But I know God will take my fear

He keeps his hands respectful, holdin’ one of your high and keepin’ the other at the small of your back, but there’s nothin’ either of you can — or want to, you’re startin’ to realize — do about the closeness, about the way you can’t stop looking up at him and the stormclouds in his eyes, like you’re seeing them for the first time. Really seeing them, that is.

It’s somethin’. Hypnotic.

The chorus turns into a loop, a rising swell of voices joinin’ your thudding heartbeat, lips parting to ask another question, make another joke, feel that burr of laughter against your chest, feel hands fallin’ from the glory of God to meet a different kinda worship, feel fingers curl into his coat like a lifeline.

He holds your cheek. He draws you in.

His mouth slides over yours like an invitation, your lips parting like an acceptance, like forgetting, like surrender. The music does not slow, but you do, fallin’ into the languid ease of hungry breathlessness, like you could find answers in the sweep of a tongue against yours, in the tightening of his grip on your back, in the wall of him around you.

Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me

[frikatilhi]

For the sleepover weekend: if you had to write about a ship that isn't bojere, what would it be? (yes, in jo/kä fandom, please) rec me something? (one or as many as you like)

Hah, amazing question!

I have written Bokris before, so maybe that? In my ideas file there also resides Bojan/Kiki, Bojan threesome (I went insane after new years and those instastories of Bojan dancing with Maja Keuc and I just want her and her boyfriend to take Bojan home and squish him like a bug), Jere/Pekka Rinne (please I need that giant of a man to take care of exhausted Jere), and also maybe something something Damon. (I read Janace sometimes when it's by an author I love but haven't really had anything to say about them myself.)

Recs? I'm so bad at saving stuff, and you've read so much lately, but I'll try!! Have some fandom classics and a few curveballs hopefully! I think I don't have repeats from your own rec list??

Since in your own rec post about fics that surprised you you talked about side-eyeing something first but giving it a try, have you tried Bojan’s Carefully Plotted Accident (to Ensure His Chances of Getting Monster Dick in Eurovision) by @oneshotdepresso and @mitochondriencocktail? It's crack treated seriously, monsterfucking, tentacles, but also somehow very sweet getting-together-during-ESC fic that will definitely suprise you into liking it!

AU that will force you to love it as it rips out your heart: Mustista mustimpaan and its sequel by kuurama, aka Space AU that people have definitely told you to read multiple times, so add me to the choir, read it and you won't be sorry! (You will be weeping and wailing, but it'll be worth it!)

My two favourite ESC era sadly-still-wip fics are The Best Laid Plans by @ana-chronista and Ugly Beautiful by slightlysexualfiction. Both are definitely worth it even though they are WIPs, and the latter contains what has to be my favourite tag of all time, "can I call it a slow burn when they are balls-deep in chapter one?" (who doesn't love that trope??)

Have you read When the night falls (stars in your eyes and sea in mine) by finallydeadd aka the Italian summer AU? Sadly unfinished but still worth it.

And here's an early classic that isn't a WIP! falling and falling by @xianvar and if you like it read everything by them ok thanks

Oh! And the Lahjakääryleet fic exchange at Christmas time was excellent, my favourite was Upon a Star by slightlysexualfiction omg omg, such a beautiful, heart-wrenching story of what might have been.

[cinematicnomad]

Request rec: What fic are you reading right now?

uh, lol, it's VERY random but i am reading a game of thrones fic. specifically a jaime/arya fic??? which sounds wild but i PROMISE it makes sense in the fic.

a wolf amongst lions by kallypso (108/108 | 444k+ | T) au: canon divergent; jaime/arya; alternating POV; canon typical violence; series

tywin lannister discovers the true identity of his cup bearer at harrenhal. now, with another bargaining chip in his possession, he has a chance to turn the war. arya stark, despite her best efforts, falls back into the game of thrones. to survive in a lion's den, a wolf has no choice but to adapt.

so, i donno, probably a year ago i was having some random GOT feelings, which i get sometimes, and started rewatching a bunch of favorite scenes on youtube. and one of my FAVORITE small arcs added to the show that wasn't in the books is arya's turn as tywin's cupbearer. so i decided to go look and see if i could find any fics about that time or about tywin learning after the fact that he unknowingly let arya slip through his fingers, etc. and, tbh, there aren't many! and most of them were short which was kind of disappointing. i'd clocked this fic but scrolled past it bc of the length and i wasn't looking to invest that much time into a random lark i was having re:game of thrones. i don't even think i clocked the arya/jaime tag tbh bc i was so focused on the tywin aspect. but the short fics didn't satisfy me so i decided to give this one a shot and SURPRISE. it was amazing.

this is, i think??? my third or fourth re-read of the fic in less than 12 months and the author recently started a sequel that i'm reading along as it's posted (one chapter a week!). and even though i just finished my most recent re-read in october, i decided to pick it back up again and it's still so rewarding. it's deliciously complex and beautifully written. the fic opens with arya's time at harrenhal and goes all the way through to after the end of the long night. the fic is, of course, wildly different from canon—how could it not be? characters killed in s1 are still around by the sequel, other's die at different times in different circumstances, some characters get bigger roles while other's get smaller, etc etc etc—but it's so good.

i highly recommend it to anyone who likes the series and loved arya and the moral gray area that jaime inhabited. especially anyone who likes a lengthy fic—this one is amazing.

✨sleepover friday✨

[hawkinsleather]

@hbyrde36 tagged me in a game of wip weekend, maybe it’ll motivate me to do the thing!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

the wips

🍹 King of Wishful Thinking (chapter two)

my stommy bang fic. it’s so close to done i can almost taste it. and i’m running out of time here.

💀 the dead mum zine

ok so this is not fanfic but i really want to finish this in time for glasgow zine fest which is in early july. it’s already over 20k, but i’m only about half way in the timeline sense. i’ve been working on this bitch for five years.

📹 peeping jon

the one where jonathan accidentally watches a steddie sex tape (this one’s been hibernating due to other things having priority/deadlines)

📼 The 50 Shades of Plaid in Steve Harrington’s Bedroom

the sequel to An Ode to Eddie Munson’s Stained Mattress. i want to finish this this year cos i started this fic / series in 2022 ffs. movie night sleepover at steve’s, the classic premise for the 66666th time. needs extensive rewrites cos a) it doesn’t work as is and b) i decided to change the tense to present.

i'm a coward so i shan't tag anyone because i don't want to be a bother ):

snippet from King of Wishful Thinking under the cut 🍹 🍹 🍹

He does check his pants’ pockets for his phone though. It’s safely tucked in there, and apparently Carol has exploded it with messages. There are no less than 10 unread messages from her. Jesus. He unlocks the phone.

The first three are within minutes from his last message telling her to guess who he was with.

carol: “who?” carol: “WHO???!!?” carol: “cmon tommy u cant leave me hangin like this”

Then 5 minutes later, another barrage of texts.

carol: “thomas albert hagan i am talkin to u” carol: “u better not have been murdered” carol: “actually fuck that, u better have been murdered cos if u havent i will kill u myself” carol: “omg have u actually got laid?” carol: “dead or too busy fucking are the only acceptable excuse for this”

Another 5 minutes later: 

carol: “omg is it steve????!!” carol: “u better have steve harrington balls deep in ur ass or i will disown u”

Oh yes. That’s what happened last night. Steve Harrington was balls deep in his ass last night and that’s why he feels so content despite the hangover. He quickly composes a reply to Carol.

tommy: “lol no need to disown me ;)”

that there is from the beginning of chapter two, i've been writing the sexy times and idk why i feel so precious about posting that on here or just sharing snippets of it in general...

[nerdyvocals]

Far Away (and Breathing Cleaner Air)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies (TV)

Relationship: Lydia/Cynthia Zdunowski

Characters: Cynthia Zdunowski, Lydia (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies), Edward "Shy Guy" (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies), Pedrito "Potato" (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies), Nancy Nakagawa, Summer Stock Girl (Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Living Together, Suggestive Themes, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Cynthia Zdunowski, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Underage Drinking, kinda???, Google says the drinking age in California in '57 was 21, and they're not quite there yet, Domesticity, The inherent homoeroticism of doing your girlfriend's hair, Betaed, featuring the beta reader's obscure drink knowledge, The T-Birds love Lydia, So do the Pink Ladies, La Traviata, Symbolism, so much symbolism, A single use of the fuck word, for Emphasis, if you know you know, Mild Language, Clyde reference Fanwritten season two project my beloved

Language: English

Series: ← Previous Work Part 2 of Like Phantom Limbs

Stats:

Published: 2023-07-31, Words: 16,024, Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Words don't always mean what you might think. Home can be as simple as four walls where the world can't touch you. A family is a group of friends who love and support you as you are. Sometimes healing involves breaking further apart, even years later. And loving someone means helping them put those pieces back together.

(Title from Icarus by The Crane Wives)

Notes:

Massive, massive thank you to my dear friend who enabled my hubris and betaed this for me, @look-at-those-niceass-rocks on tumblr (if you follow me there, you'll recognize them from the unhinged quotes lists as we watched the series together). Highly recommend getting yourself a friend like them; I said I wanted more Crane Wives lyrics for titles and they went through each song line by line and wrote down what resonated with the themes I was working with. This being over 16k words is entirely their fault.

Enjoy!

Note: this is a direct sequel to Steady, Steady. While it is not strictly necessary to read that one first to understand this, there are some references and symbolism that might go over your head otherwise, specifically in regards to my characterization of Summer Stock Girl.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

The summer of 1957 promised to be a warm one. The sun hung heavy in the sky most days, unobstructed by clouds, casting a hazy heat over central California. Not the best weather to move house in, but honestly? Cynthia didn’t think there was anything that could wipe the smile from her face this week. The house itself was quaint. Much nicer than the apartment she grew up in, that’s for sure, but small for the number of people that would be living there. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and, for the most part, six girls. 

The plan had been Jane’s idea, proposed in Olivia’s bedroom at a Pink Ladies sleepover during Christmas break. One semester at Stanford under her belt, and she was already sick of the dorms. Ranting about her nightmare roommate eventually turned into daydreaming about the five of them living together, which over the next few weeks, turned into a solid plan. A little house in between Rydell and Stanford, somewhere they could all get used to independence without sacrificing getting to see their loved ones. A place she, Olivia, and Cynthia could live year-round, and a nest where Hazel and Nancy could land when school breaks brought them back west.

And with an odd number of girls in their group, it was only natural that Cynthia brought up Lydia. To make it even, of course. She endured the teasing and kissy faces with a thrown pillow and a promise to give each of them the same treatment when she inevitably caught their boys sneaking out in the mornings.

For all their teasing, they were all very encouraging about bringing Lydia into their midst. She had never formally joined their gang, but she’d never been excluded, and they had never treated her any different than the other partners, and for that, Cynthia was beyond grateful.

And so, now, six months after that conversation, two weeks after signing the lease, her girlfriend was moving into their shared bedroom, and her face hurt from the grin that had been plastered there since the night before. A tired sigh made her look up from the clothes she was hanging in the closet and she watched Lydia set a box atop a small pile.

“Last one!” she breathed out, exhausted, wiping a hand across her brow as she walked toward the foot of the bed. There, she turned on her heel, arms wide, to fall backward on the mattress.

Cynthia chuckled at the sight. She moved, almost unbidden, from her spot against the wall, crossing the room in quick easy strides to sit on the bed next to her girlfriend. She leaned over the other girl, arm propping her up on her other side as she pressed a kiss to the spot between the girl’s closed eyes. Lydia preened at the affection, and Cynthia felt her arm wrap around her waist, holding her in place.

“Having fun yet?” she asked, and Lydia laughed.

“After eight months of shitty dorm mattresses,” she replied, relaxing further into the plush duvet, “you have no idea how good it feels to lay in a real bed!”

Cynthia trailed the back of her finger along the slope of the other girl’s cheek, tracing a pattern only she could see. Lydia finally pried her eyes open and caught her gaze, a storm meeting the sea, and Cynthia moved her hand to cup the other side of her face.

“Our bed,” she whispered, reverently, as if she couldn’t believe it. Lydia’s smile broadened into a toothy grin.

“Our bed!” she agreed.

(Continue reading on ao3)

[mirandyficlists]

I cannot for the life of me remember this fic - it was maybe an alpha/beta/omega verse story (I think) and I remember that Miranda bites Andy on the inner thigh, I think, and Andy doesn't initially remember, and something about being able to get the mating bite reversed or something? Andy eventually remembers and comes back and asks Miranda if this is what she wants(to be mated to Andy). I may have some of that info backwards!

Hey Nonnie

Well biting and mating certainly sounds like Alpha/Omega/Beta fics. I'm not sure I recognise your description, but here's the A/O/B fic list, hopefully its one of these.

Alpha Beta Omega verse Mirandy Fics

An Alpha Sherriff by Dragonposeidon  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21500476/chapters/51243430

Back to the Present (sequel to Power)LSWild  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20417687/chapters/48434852

Bridging the Gap  by Methodmom  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24343948/chapters/58701364

Caught by Animal51  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14893658/chapters/34493390

Coming Alive by Rmepashn  http://archiveofourown.org/works/8475430/chapters/19420150

Estoy enamorada de mi jefa (Spanish) by Markw322  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43698280/chapters/109882759

Family by Loafoaf https://archiveofourown.org/works/26414911/chapters/64350799

First Sleepover by Loafoaf  https://archiveofourown.org/works/15819591

Heat by Loafoaf  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14762813/chapters/34138922

Heat Wave by Inbetweens  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14503092/chapters/33505212

It Started With a Cup of Coffee by Methodmom  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20923820

On a Wing and a Prayer by Bearblue  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8515046/1/TDWP-BTVS-On-a-Wing-and-a-Prayer

Once Upon a Dream (Maleficent riff)by Drippingwithsin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19352689

Power by LSWild  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16198859/chapters/37857647

Revendique by DansMacabres  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14838401/chapters/34344371

The Devil is an Omega by Equus  https://archiveofourown.org/works/51377227

The Gods of Old by thedevilsinthedetails  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22022740

To Her Rescue by Frivilouswriter  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28197105/chapters/69094695